I am Samuel Robertson, I'm better known as Sam, by all, especially by my young wife Laura. We had been married three years, and had got to know each other pretty intimately. When we first married, like most couples we had to settle down and really get to know the other. Love is a fine thing but there's nothing like time. Time is what allows one to realize that his or her love is a real person.
After three years I had discovered that Laura never really thought of herself as sexy, "I'm just plain old me," was her favorite saying. This didn't bother me at first but I found that she started to turn the lights off in the bedroom when ever the two got down and dirty. I would just turn them back on. "I want to see you as well as feel you honey," I would say. Laura would let a small smile cross her face. That smile would disappear quickly and she would hold my naked body close. Laura was five foot tall while I was almost six feet, give or take an inch or so. The one thing that Laura did like was my cock. It was a thick thing of close to eight inches. She had learned from other wives that her man was better endowed than a lot of men. Laura had something else to feel insecure about. Why was I with her instead of some other prettier, sexier woman. I felt that it was to blame for the recent decline of his bouts of sex with his wife. We still made love almost every night, but Laura seemed to be more and more passive.
I had Laura take a well respected test of a persons personality that was published in a well know woman's magazine. I graded the results, and was amazed at the results. Laura was insecure about her sexuality, her looks, and just about everything else. I was amazed because he thought that Laura was, to put it bluntly, hot. Many of my male friends seem to think so also. They kept it clean but they were always complimenting her on the way she looked at a ball game, or a neighborhood affair. "Sam if you ever decide to drop the hammer on her would you give me some notice,"
Roger Arnold said one day as he and I had a cool beer. We were watching Laura set out the plates for everyone to eat from at Roger's annual Bar-B-Que. Roger was one of the few non married men in their circle of friends. I laughed at what Roger had and confided in me and Laura would never believe him on a stack of bibles. Roger suggested that I take Laura out where more men could appreciate her more. "Hey Sam...I'm not talking about me either, but really she needs to get some other men's input."
Sam thought about it and he finally agreed with his friend. Laura had been kept in a female environment too long when she was younger. Four older, read catty, sisters had worked their feminine venom on her too long. When I had first met Laura, I guess it was the initial interest that I had shown in her that made her seem bubbly and so alive. After we had married and she made trips back to see her family that she had become sulking and withdrawn. I understood now that her bitch sisters had tried to ruin the only happiness she ever had. I was determined to erasethat negativeness they had put in her by any means.
"Those guys are sure giving you the once over," I told her. I directed her gaze to where three men were sitting at the bar. I had taken her to a popular bar in the large city about fifty miles from where we lived. She actually blushed when she said that I was imagining things. I told her that they had been looking her up and down ever since we had came in and took the booth next to the bar. I had purposefully seated us at the booth. It was a favorite where hookers, or just women looking for a good time usually sat. It was a 'U' shaped booth, and I was seated next to Laura with her on the outside. This way men could see up her dress and get a good look at her legs.
"I don't see what they see in me," she said. I told her that she had real nice legs. She said they were too short."I'm too short." I asked her if that was from her tall skinny sisters. She looked at me funny. "Leave my sisters out of this."
I told her that I had noticed that her sisters had tried to get me to notice them, and that my eyes were for her only in the early days of our courtship. "look those bitches ate going to be spinsters and they are trying to ruin your chances for happiness." I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. She tried to resist by telling me that people were looking. "Yeah...I know," I said, "Those guys probably have hard cocks that they will have to circle jerk to get rid of."
"What's a circle jerk?" she asked after I had kissed her for about five minutes. I explained what a circle jerk was. "Have you ever did that?" she asked. She had me and I admitted that I had jerked my cock off with my buddies in high school. She wanted to know what the other guy's looked like. Laura had never seen another man naked besides me. I had to tell the truth and tell her that I was larger than most of the guy's. Then she asked me the question that I dreaded. "Did you ever do it to the others."
I remembered how Billy Ames used to jerk my cock for me and that sometimes I would return the favor. What I left out was that Billy had actually sucked my cock and that on a few occasions I had sucked him also. "That was a long time ago,"I told her. It had taken Laura a few times but she had swallowed my cum. She had liked it, and many times would tell me to take it out of her cunt, after she came, and let her swallow it. I loved for her to swallow my cum. I guess every man does.
"Did he swallow your cum like I do," she asked. I had to tell her the truth. I had decided to be honest with her. Rogerhad told me that complete honest was necessary in getting a frigid wife to open up. When I felt between her legs I felt her covered pussy. Her panties were soaked from excitement. The guy's were able to see us in the dark booth as I shoved her panties aside and buried my finger in her hairy bush. Her panties were pink and I knew they could tell in the darkness in her crotch what I was doing. I kissed her while I fingered her. It was to keep her excited at the thought that other men could see what I was doing to her. She finally pulled away, but she was smiling and her face had a glow to it that could not be due to the couple of drinks we had.
My cock was now as hard as it ever got knowing that my wife was excited by the other men looking at her. I decided to move it along a bit, "Laura...go in the bathroom and take those soaked panties off." She acted like I had just told her to rob a bank or something. I assured her that I wanted to prove a point and that she had to take her panties off to do it. She finally got up and went to the bathrooms that were in the back of the bar. I took my hard cock out to keep from messing up my pants. I looked over to see the guys looking for Laura. I made some motions that told them that she was taking her panties off.
I think that I was trying as much to convince myself, as them. I tried to imagine Laura in the bathroom pulling her panties off. I could almost see her wanting other men to see what she had always thought was not all that appealing. If she could have seen the three men then, she would have gotten the message. One guy was outright groping his crotch, which showed a pretty significant bulge. I felt a shiver to my own crotch as he gave me the sign that he was excited over the chance to see Laura's naked cunt. I decided to give it right back to him. I grabbed my hard cock, which my pants had pressed to my thigh, and lifted it away from my leg. My pants bulged out from the hardness.
