Over the next few days the young editor’s boss often mentioned the letters and asked if his new employee would be keeping the cabinet in his office.
“Well I think so,” said the newcomer, “It doesn’t take much room up and well – the do make good reading don’t they?”
His boss laughed and agreed, “I expect you have a few questions about them. To tell you the truth they became my special interest – let’s say research project. I’m glad you don’t find them “unsuitable”- your predecessor and I got much pleasure from our investigations – we’ll tell you about it one day soon.”
Now he knew there was more to the story the young man returned to his office – the day’s work had been done. A stiff drink was called for and – why not read a couple more of those letters?
To the Editor,
I was interested to read your article on how some men encourage their wives to have sex with other men. What a pity you don’t publish them in full. After catching my wife red-handed with a friend I never let her forget it and pushed her more and more to do it for my pleasure until it became really over the top and filthy. Not relishing the prospect of me leaving and ending the marriage she submissively went along with everything. Trouble is the more she did the more I looked for kinky and weird situations to get her to cheapen herself. I was totally carried away and it’s only now in retrospect that I wonder who got the most kicks from it – me or her.
Her original sin was ordinary enough; she welcomed the company of one of our friends while I was at work. He made a pass at her and she responded until she was coaxed into taking out his cock and masturbating him while he fingered her or played with her tits. That’s how I caught them – standing in the kitchen – unaware that I had been watching them. Not initially being the wimp husband or finding that it was a tremendous turn on I slapped them both round the room – though in my wife’s case the fear of consequences was more painful than the feeble slaps. Not so the man – he got a good pasting and dragged across the room by his balls.
Having marked his face – busted nose and black eye – I extracted a confession from them both and was treated to every little step and detail. It became apparent that having to explain to his family his “crime” had put the fear of God into him. The thought of me visiting his wife and kids and spilling the beans made him beg for mercy and promise to “do anything”.
When things had calmed down and he had been left to stew a little I later got my wife to repeat the story – but in much more detail, like describe the clothes she wore and did she, or he, first unzip his trousers. Quite willingly she answered every question I threw at her and when I found myself telling her to bend over the kitchen table she dutifully obeyed and whilst fucking from behind I had to admit to myself that the escapade had aroused me intensely.
Over the next two weeks I fired off many insults and questions to her like, “Did you enjoy playing with his cock and being a slut?” and “Would you have gone all the way if you hadn’t have been caught?”
I was shocked when she answered both questions in the affirmative. “I suppose I would have let him do it eventually,” she muttered feebly.
Trying to disguise my mixture of anger and arousal I blurted out, “You can be a slut for me then – when I tell you to be!”
To my surprise she didn’t argue. I thought about the possibilities more and more and masturbated twice as often at the thought.
One weekend shortly after when we were due to go out, as I watched her getting ready I suddenly without thinking said, “Wear something sexier!” She finished up displaying some of her more revealing clothes and asking me which ones met my approval. I instructed her to put on a short skirt and flimsy top – and wear stockings. She simply did as I asked without question and said for the umpteenth time that she wanted to make amends for her betrayal. Throughout the evening I noticed how more than usual men ogled her and found myself getting aroused. Just how far, I wondered could I go with this – and how far would she let me. I decided it would be very exciting to find out.
“Open your top a little – let the buttons “accidentally” unfasten – so that men can see your bra and look down your top.”
At first she didn’t respond but then when I was distracted by conversation and turned back toward her I found that she was showing off an amazing cleavage to the group she was chatting with.
When I got chance I asked her if she knew what effect she was having on the men and when she nodded I asked her if she was enjoying it. I was taken aback by her honesty when she nodded and said that if I wanted her to do it she would. The result was that the evening’s events made me want her to do more.
I began to make more demands on how she dressed getting her to buy some very revealing sexy clothing, lingerie and hosiery. When we went out the men we associated with certainly got an eyeful while their women wondered about her new image – which is how I explained the change. As we had both turned forty it was presumed to be some sort of mid-life crisis or feeling of insecurity. Though I was pleased to note how many young men were also attracted to my wife’s body. She is not the most beautiful woman but when dressed up she can look very sexy and attractive. As I am no Brad Pitt and a little out of shape I felt a twinge of resentment that I wouldn’t compete with a young rival. Most of the younger men made no pretence about looking at her shapely thighs or tight bum even when they knew I was observing them. Once when we had visited a different pub for a small meal I pulled her over to a secluded corner and when a group of youths noticed how much leg she was showing I told her to hitch up her skirt a little higher – over her stocking tops – my dick rose and heart fluttered when she immediately obeyed. Sat there out of sight from the rest of the pub she didn’t mind one bit letting the young men lust over her. What a shame, I thought that they couldn’t sit nearer and see properly the pale white flesh of her upper thighs as it reached her pubes.
The men were quite blatant with their stares and made no secret of their delight.
As we made small talk pretending everything was normal I calmly instructed her, “Open your legs a bit for them – I want them to see your knickers.”
I glanced down with mounting excitement as she first crossed her legs then fidgeting a little she uncrossed them and opened her thighs. There we sat for the rest of the evening chatting while every few minutes my wife would look in the direction of the men and smile. I got the impression that they where confused as to whether I was aware of my wife’s flashing or not. But they certainly knew that she was very aware of what she was doing – especially when I asked her to stroke her thigh and let it creep between her legs for a second. I could almost hear the sharp intake of breath from the boys.
From there I progressed to getting her to answer the door with almost nothing on and sometimes when we walked home from our local bar I pinned her up against a wall and fucked her – making sure we could be seen by passers-by. It was usual for me to question her about other men and tell me how it excited her - that’s what gave me my next idea. I wanted something else – something more exciting but dangerous. I made sure one day that I ran into the man who had started it all. In short I gave him a story that I was still trying to get my head round the fact he had been with my wife and I felt I had to go and talk to his wife about it. He virtually shit himself and begged me not to then I told him to come to my home and we would try to resolve the situation.
On the day he was expected I told my wife I had been thinking about what she had done and was still unsure about whether I could handle it. Then I told her the guy was coming over so we could discuss it and that after we should go out for a drink to mull things over. That way she would get dressed up for the man’s visit. She thought that because the guy was coming that she had to dress more conventionally and was scared about my attitude so when she appeared with a long dress on I sent her back to change. I made it clear that should dress as she did when I wanted her to flash her body.
I started to paw her and asked her questions about the man like did she enjoy the feel of his cock and did she regret that it hadn’t gone further. She admitted to me that having another man feel her was exciting even though she was sorry. By now she was wary of my motives and thought I was trying to catch her out and look for an excuse to cause trouble. By the time he arrived and nervously entered the room both he and my wife were visibly scared. After a pointless conversation with me faking being on the edge of exploding I asked if it was a love affair. They both reassured me it was just sexual and for the excitement – they had no deeper feelings – it was just something that got out of hand. That’s when I put my plan into action.
“So you excited each other?” I asked abruptly faking anger. “So what was so bloody special - touching each other up in my kitchen while I was at work?” I hoped I sounded suitably paranoid.
“I should tell your wife and family!” I screamed at him.
I had never seen a man beg as much as he then did.
“Get into the fucking kitchen – both of you!” I commanded.
Wondering what the hell was going to happen he moved immediately followed by my wife. It was only then that he noticed how she was dressed with nipples showing through her tight button up blouse and short skirt.
As they both stood in the kitchen I asked, “So where did you play – I want to know what you did?”
The guy stuttered and made excuses not to answer – I looked at my wife.
“Tell me what you did – stand where you usually stood.” She moved and stood against the work top in a corner.
“Get over there with her!” I told the guy.
With mouth open with disbelief he went over to her.
“So tell me what he did and how he touched you,” I told my wife, “I want to know!”
“One day, when he was leaving he made a pass at me and pulled me over here to kiss me. I didn’t object so the next time he did it again and we kissed a while.”
My wife’s nervous voice had a tone of expectancy in it.
“Show me – kiss her – let me see what was so special.”
The man again begged for mercy and was shocked when my wife told him he had better do what I said. I knew she was already thinking about what was to come – not to mention looking forward to the event – which I would want to see it all and she could feel his cock again. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him though he didn’t respond. I asked what happened next.
“He touched my breasts and I let him unfasten my buttons.”
“Show me!”
She unfastened her blouse and it was the first time he had seen her in such sexy underwear.
“He rubbed my nipples and squeezed them between his finger and thumb.”
On my instruction she lifted his hand and placed it on her tits.
“Did he take your bra off or lift your tits out?”
“Yes – sometimes I helped him unfasten it so he could suck them.”
“I want you to do it for him now – show me.”
