The Importance Of Being Naughty Ch 04

The Importance of Being Naughty Part 4

A quick recap

The undisputed star of this series is my wife Maggie. We've been together since the early eighties, and I'm still deeply in love with the most desirable piece of ass in Great Britain.

Since I first met that innocent young Irish graduate, she gradually, willingly and very often unknowingly, co-operated in all my little fantasies. Especially those of the 'damsel in distress' variety. As a result she has been watched by other men, used by other men, and I've placed her in situations even Dick Dastardly would've resisted.

She's always honest, kind-hearted and faithful, yet over the years I came to realise that under that veil of innocence this red-haired damsel harboured her own fantasies Her friends and colleagues would never guess that, after a bottle of red wine, this beautiful English teacher will happily steer off into slut territory!

The following two stories are from the 1990's. Everything is based on real events, but they may have been jizzed up for entertainment purposes.

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The North Norfolk Sea Cadets

Eighteen months after Maggs took a sabbatical from teaching to oversee some renovation work, we celebrated her 27

th

birthday and the birth of twin boys. There were also some other changes in the air.

Apart from expensive underwear and sex toys (and the twins of course), Maggie's biggest passion was always English literature. The appeal of teaching primary school children had been on the wane for some time, so Maggs began an Open University course to upgrade her qualifications, enabling her to teach English up to degree level.

A provision of this new course was to gain some experience with older children and adults. Step forward The North Norfolk Sea Cadets who met every Thursday in our village hall and were always on the lookout for volunteers. It was run by a middle aged man called Barry and his frumpy wife Janet.

Bazz was in his forties, a bit of a bean pole with a comb-over and glasses, but he had a thirty foot cruiser on the Norfolk Broads (a network of slow moving waterways in East Anglia), and he left no doubt who was Captain.

There were about twenty boys in the platoon aged 14 to17, and four senior Cadets aged between 18 to 20 who helped Barry and Janet with supervision. Back in the day, Maggs had been an enthusiastic Girl Guide and thanks to her new swimming regime, was still reasonably fit. Bottom line, she got the gig.

After all the necessary form filling, Thursday evenings became those rare occasions when Maggs put aside the pretty dresses and chose regulation trousers to maintain some decorum while she supervised a frantic session of water-sports (that's Kayaking on the local pond, not covering Barry's wife in piss). She took to it like duck to sea-water.

After a few months we were invited around Barry and Janet's home for a meal, along with those four senior cadets. It was probably the first time any of them had seen my wife wearing a nice dress and a bit of make-up.

"So how do you think it's going. Maggie. Are you enjoying it?" Barry asked.

Maggs had been honest about her reasons for doing this, but she gushed accordingly.

Bazz continued. "Janet and I wondered if you would like a day aboard 'The Jolly Janet' with these four? They want to give something back to the Service so we're offering some extra training so they can become leaders of their own platoons."

Maggie nodded enthusiastically.

"We'll be doing some stuff on vulnerable children, a bit of First Aid, and hopefully have a little fun with the kayaks. How does that sound?" Janet added.

Maggs smiled and I nodded my agreement. Plans were made for the following Saturday when the twins were staying with their grandparents.

Janet seemed especially happy to have some female company, and began bubbling enthusiastically.

"The weather's going to be really nice so bring a swimsuit. You can get changed on board and make yourself a nice cup of tea. It'll be nice." She said.

Last thing Friday evening, Maggs finally got around to packing her bag.

"What sort of costume do you think think Janet will wear?" She asked.

"Don't ask me babe? Doubt if she'll be going sexy bikini though." I replied.

"I've got a one-piece somewhere. A white one. Remind me to dig it out and make sure it's still in one piece!" She giggled.

It was already 75 degrees when a bright orange mini bus pulled up outside our house with Barry behind the wheel. On board was Janet and their teenage daughter, the four senior cadets, rucksacks, supplies and four bright red canoes strapped to the roof. Maggie found a seat, and I waved them all goodbye, looking forward to a day doing absolutely fuck-all.

At 10.30am Maggs called.

"I'm sorry darling. Could you bring my wide brimmed sun-hat and some sun screen, my shoulders are burning."

You'd think that protecting her fair skin would be first on the agenda but, where I prepare for every eventuality, Maggs is one of those annoying 'we'll worry about that later' people. However, she does offer extremely good blow-jobs, so we muddle through.

They were only fifteen minutes away. I could be back in time for the Test Match.

My phone pinged. A text this time. 'See if you can find that white costume, I think it's in my wardrobe. Soz xxx'.

I found it screwed up in box with her bikinis. I don't know if it was salt-water damage, but the swimsuit looked frazzled. The liners inside the breast cups were hanging loose and the label said size 10. When I got her a negligee two Christmases before, I'm sure it was a size 12? But what do I know right?

I chucked everything into a Tesco bag and was just heading out the door, when the phone pinged again.

'Janet has just caught the bus home. Their daughter's not very well, poor thing. Anyway, I'm on my own with Barry. Wish me luck. Lol xx'.

But it wasn't just Barry though, was it?

Belting along the country lanes I thought about my wife's predicament. Barry may look like a plonker but even he would've worked out that Maggs can be easily manipulated. And were those young men still so shy when I wasn't around? My cock was bouncing around like a magician's rabbit at the thought of her alone with Captain Bazz and the Four Musketeers.

I pulled over and took a closer look at the white swimsuit screwed up inside the bag.

Those cup linings really were cruddy so, because I like putting my unsuspecting damsel at a sexual disadvantage, I sliced through the cotton threads with a penknife and removed the pads. I also removed the gusset liner. There! You'd never know they were missing.

Even if it made no difference, tinkering with her swimsuit had given me something saucy to think about until she gets home.

I parked alongside the orange mini-bus and saw Maggie and the others, fifty yards away having a cup of tea alongside the pointy end of 'The Jaunty Janet'. The sun beat down.

"Darling...we're over here!" She called.

Wandering towards them along the path, the sparkling water looked very inviting on, what was shaping up to be, a very hot day. Pity I couldn't become an honorary Sea Cadet.

Maggs was still wearing her brown tee-shirt and khaki shorts when I threw her the bag and she went off to make me a cup of tea. Barry and the boys had already been for a swim and were now going through a checklist of safety instructions for the kayaks.

The 'Jaunty Janet' was over thirty feet long, windows down the side and a galley kitchen at the far far end. And that's where Maggie was leaning over the side and waving to me.

"Darling! Give me a hand will you?" She called.

By the time I ducked my head and stepped down into the galley, Maggs had changed into the white swimsuit.

"They've only got a tiny mirror. Do you think this is okay? I haven't worn it since university." She asked hesitantly.

Maggs was referring to her breasts which were overflowing like two cups of frothy beer. She seemed unaware of how the costume looked, south of the border!

It was so tight that the tops of the leg holes were up to her hips, and the stretched fabric looked like a vertical white arrowhead pointing between her legs, serving only to accentuate her pussy!

"Turn around babe." I said, as nonchalantly as I could without sounding like a lecherous land-lubber with a massive hard-on.

Nearly three quarters of Maggie's flawless buttocks were available for inspection, and I sensed Captain Bazz would blow his load if that thin strip of material made a run for it up the crack of her arse during the first sign of any strenuous activity.

Man alive. I could've fucked her right there!

"Looks alright." I said.

"It's a bit snug around my boobs, but I'll be wearing a life jacket so..." She smiled innocently.

"Oh darling before you go" she continued, "Put some cream on my shoulders will you?"

To keep below the window line she knelt on a bench and faced the bow where Bazz and the others were now inspecting kayaks. I didn't think they could see us in that gloomy kitchen so I eased down the shoulder straps and rubbed in the lotion.

"Hmm, you do that so well. Those hands..." She purred.

When she reached back to fasten her hair into a pony tail, it occurred to me that we were in another man's domain and Maggs was only half dressed. A quick shuffle and I could push that swimsuit down and say a fond farewell those gorgeous tits!

"Here, stop it, what are you doing?" She pleaded. "They might see."

Too late. A splodge of sunscreen hit those milky whites and I began stroking, lifting and pointing those wonderful tits towards her five new friends who were now blowing up buoyancy vests.

Thirty seconds in and Barry shielded his eyes and looked back towards the galley, and I was surprised Maggie didn't react. She must have been lost in the sensuous hands of a master manipulator, plucking her raspberries into tight little buds (

London Slang: Raspberries = Raspberry Ripples = nipples

).

Of course my cock came loose from its moorings and tapped her on the ear. She span around and immediately shook her head.

"No! No way. Definitely not!" She hissed.

An insistent tug of her head and the cock nudged her nose. She glanced towards Barry and, after an exasperated look up at her naughty man-child, she took my cock in her hand.

"You are terrible!" She said, closing her mouth around it.

My topless wife went at it like a lioness gnawing a bone, trying to finish me off as quickly as possible. After a minute she stopped and looked anxiously back towards the group.

"Promise you'll tell me if Barry comes. This is so embarrassing!" She begged.

Bazza didn't come but I did, a full dessert spoon inside that pretty mouth and a little dollop on her head from the after tremor.

"Happy now?" She said, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

Maggs pulled up the swim-suit and covered the top half with the brown tee-shirt.

"There's nothing on my face is there?" Those big green eyes stared into mine.

"Nope." I lied, ignoring the dollop hanging precariously over her right eye.

I followed that sexy butt towards the small knot of winkles trying not to engage with my wife's camel toe. No one knew I had been oiling up her tits and lining that mouth with sticky cum, but her blushing cheeks confirmed Maggs had been up to no good.

Barry handed her a buoyancy vest. "Where have you been slowcoach? Come on let's get cracking."

The boys looked away discretely when she stripped off her tee shirt and strapped into the orange floatation vest, but Barry managed a sly look at the material bunched up around her pussy. Who could blame him? There was no place to hide.

After Barry confirmed he was dropping Maggie home, I grabbed my keys.

"Okay, Have a nice time everyone." When I gave Maggs a hug, the spunk was still glistening in her hair.

England won the Test match with an innings to spare while I enjoyed an uninterrupted kip and a sausage sandwich with brown sauce.

Around 8pm I heard the mini bus arrive and the front door slam. She came into the lounge still wearing the tee-shirt over the costume, and she hardly drew breath before it all spilled out.

"What a nightmare!" She began.

"What? Did they give you any trouble?" I asked.

She sat beside me.

"No, everyone was absolutely fine, but I need some of that." She pointed to a bottle of wine and quickly gulped three quarters of a glass straight down.

"This bloody swimsuit is way too small. It's been cutting into me all day." She continued.

I gave my wife the innocent and puzzled look of a stupid man.

She continued. "I had to share a kayak with Barry and sit cross-legged behind him, which made the material pull up between my legs. It nearly cut me in half! Look I'll show you."

She stood up and extricated herself from the tee-shirt. I noticed she left part of her right nipple poking out over the white material. Had it been popping out all day?

"See what I mean?" She said.

She was referring to a strip of material about three quarters of an inch wide, firmly wedged into her vagina. Her dark pussy lips and a smattering of pubic hair rudely pushed aside.

I took a little too long to assess the problem before she peeled down the swimsuit and kicked it across the floor. Her pussy looked sore.

Naked and very pissed off, she sat down to continue her rant.

"Every time I tried to sort myself out, that idiot would spin around and ask if I was okay?" She moaned.

She went on to tell me that after eating their packed lunches, the boys started a water fight and because she didn't have a spare tee shirt she had to hide the brown one in the Tesco bag.

"We were all drenched and it was nice to cool off, but when I went for a wee, I realised my costume was practically transparent. You could see my nipples and everything! I wanted to call you but my phone was outside." She said.

I did my best to sound sympathetic, while simultaneously hiding a pretty hefty erection.

Maggs continued. "A little later I grabbed the bag and went to change, but Barry followed me and it felt weird stripping off in the master bedroom with him hanging around outside."

Quite a predicament.

She gave a deep sigh and it took all my will-power not to jump aboard my little naked frigate, and fuck her senseless!

She wasn't finished. Next was First Aid training.

"We were each given a pretend injury and Patrick was supposed to bandage my sprained ankle. He was absolutely rubbish! All he did was pull my leg this way and that, and at one stage he even had it resting on his shoulder. He had to have three attempts to tie the bandage bless him, while Barry took pictures for his training log."

I slid onto the floor beside my beautiful, trusting, innocent, naked wife, and began inching open her knees.

"You know Barry was taking pictures of your pussy right?" I whispered.

Those beautiful green eyes shot open!

"No, no...they were for Patrick's progress record." Maggs stammered.

When she felt my warm breath inches from her pussy, she shivered.

"Tell me..." I continued, "Was Barry filming as you fooled around with the water?"

"Yes, but he was laughing along with everyone else." She looked confused.

I let that sink in while my tongue ran up the outside of her engorged pussy and circled her clitoris.

"Can you guess what Barry's doing right now?" I asked.

She bit her bottom lip as my tongue began its second voyage upstream.

"He's watching that video on his laptop, enjoying your tits bouncing around in slow-motion, and imagining you spread eagled and defenceless in his cabin, as he strokes himself inches from your face."

She closed her eyes and shifted her bottom forwards.

"What...are the others doing?" She stammered.

"They're pawing at your body, playing with your tits. They're all laughing as Barry pushes his fingers to the back of your throat to make you gag." I said.

A small pink tongue moistened her sun-cracked lips.

"What's...happening now?" She breathed.

"Two of them are holding your legs apart, so they can take turns fucking you." I said.

Placing a hand under each knee, she lifted her legs and opened them so wide, it was almost obscene.

"Like this?" She gasped.

Like heat from a blast furnace her sweat, sun-cream, pussy and pheromones crashed over my grinning face.

"Let them fuck me!" The green-eyed lioness roared.

Three cheap sausages and two slices of long-life bread, was enough for me to go full steam ahead for five minutes before firing two loads mid-ships and filling her belly button with spunk. Then Maggie finished herself off with a pink vibrator, stashed away in readiness by her faithful cabin-boy.

Afterwards she lay exhausted with one foot on the floor and the other draped over the back of the couch. My beautiful young wife looked vulnerable and very sexy so I took a picture for her own progress record.

Perhaps one day, I could do a swap with Captain Barry?

Sea Cadet Garden Party

During the summer holidays, two of those Thursday night meetings were cancelled because Barry was busy sailing majestically around Beccles and leaving some pretty impressive backwash crashing against the Norfolk reed beds.

To keep things ticking over, my wife thought it would be nice to invite the cadets for an afternoon BBQ and some games in our garden. Races, knot tying competitions, that sort of stuff. A few of the mums offered to help which left me free to keep out of the way and look after the twins.

Maggs had blossomed into a beautiful young mum with an incredible pair of tits and nipples so large, it felt like latching onto a pair of builder's thumbs.

Thursday afternoon arrived and, with no rope climbing on the agenda, Maggs wore a loose fitting dress with a pink primrose pattern. It reached down to her ankles and was quite appropriate for handling the arguments and tantrums of twenty young sea-cadets.

Midway through the afternoon I checked from the upstairs window, and saw Maggs and three other mums deep into some fruity gossip, while fifteen boys tore around our garden like fucking nutcases. Those four senior cadets had also turned up and were manning the BBQ.

By 5pm all the kids had been collected and Maggie was tidying up while the four young men cooked the last few sausages. They towered over my wife so she was powerless to prevent what happened next.

Patrick said something to Maggie and she reprimanded him with a good natured poke. The poke was returned with a tickle. Then another. Then all four of them began tickling my wife under the arms, on the tummy and in the ribs.

It started out friendly and good-natured, but things took a turn for the carnal when she stumbled onto her knees and they quickly pinned Maggs onto her back, like that famous image from Gulliver's Travels.

She kicked, she struggled but when they began tickling her feet, my wife's high-pitched laughter could be heard through the upstairs double glazing.

"Give in...give in." They crowed.

"Never. Never." She laughed back.

In retrospect I should've intervened, but it's not everyday you get to see your wife buck around like a young colt as four young men hang on to her like rodeo cowboys.

I knew where this was going, and I wasn't disappointed.

With two pairs of hands holding her wrists, and two more hanging onto her struggling ankles, the boys were very artfully spreading Maggie's legs. And as her dress rode up, it revealed more and more of those beautiful legs from the thighs down to her painted toenails.

Inevitably her panties came into view and although her pussy was covered by a layer of transparent pink lace, even from my vantage point I could see tufts of dark pubic hair waving around the edges.

Those laughing assassins had reached an impasse. What now? Spend the rest of the afternoon nursing unspent erections, or tie her up and feed my wife Lincoln pork sausages?