I know from reading the many erotic stories that a lot of married men fantasize about seeing their wives with other men, either going the whole way and having sex with them or just being naked and exposed in front of them. I want to relate to you the first experience I had of this, and how it changed my life.
My name is Laura. I am an attractive blond with what I am told is a stunning figure. My firm 38dd breasts are the envy of most other women and an eye magnet for every man whom I pass in the street or has had the pleasure to meet me. I am fifteen years younger than my husband, Alex, and I still don't think he could believe his luck when we met one wonderful evening at a friend's house. I found him an interesting guy to talk to and quite attractive in a rugged sort of way. After a long conversation I agreed to go out with him on a date. He said, much to my amusement, that he found me exciting and incredibly sexy. I am not sure about the exciting, but I do have an insatiable appetite for sex. In fact, I have a reputation for being a bit of a nympho. Over the next few months we had an exciting time. Alex was a great guy to go about with, being caring and attentive, and great in bed. But I always had this feeling that he couldn't quite believe his luck in meeting me.
We got on great together and he moved in with me after we had known each other about nine months. We got married about a year after that. He once told me, much to my amusement, that his mates told him what a lucky bastard he was too have hooked me. I have to say at this point that our sex life was great for the first six years of our marriage, but like all good things, it slowly came to an end. Being married to a nymphomaniac is, I suppose, every man's dream, but in actuality, I suppose it is really not that good; well, not after six years, it's not. After a while, I began to feel that sex between us was becoming a chore rather than a pleasure.
The problem was that I still wanted sex as often as possible. In fact, I needed sex just as much as I ever did, and when Alex couldn't provide me with what I wanted as often as I wanted it, my eyes started wandering, although at this stage I didn't do anything about it. I have to admit that I did begin to flaunt myself a little just to see what sort of reaction I got. I began to wear slightly more revealing clothes when we were going out, and I could not help myself flirting a little when we met up with Alex's mates or when they came around to our place.
It all came to a head one night when one of our friends organized a Hawaiian party. Mike was in advertising and had the reputation of throwing exciting and original parties. This one turned out to be one of the most memorable.
The invitation read, 'Wear what you would on a trip to Hawaii, colorful shirts, grass skirts or maybe sarongs.' It was an easy costume to come up with. Alex had actually bought a wonderful shirt while we were on a holiday in Miami the previous year. I couldn't decide what to wear, but in the end I decided on a short flowered sarong that I used as a beach wrap. It came to mid thigh and showed off my lightly tanned legs. The problem was that I found I couldn't wear a bra under it, not that I actually needed one. I decided it looked OK without one, even if it were a little revealing.
I saw the look on Alex's face when he saw my outfit and I thought he was going to say something, but he didn't. I saw him looking at my breasts and I knew he could see that my nipples, which were always quite prominent, were making a clear impression on the thin material of the sarong. I knew he could also see that I was not wearing a bra by the movement of my breasts as I came down the stairs. I knew I should have said something, but things between us were a bit strained that night, and I did not want to cause any more trouble, not just as we were going out. Luckily, my outfit turned out to be one of the talking points of the party. Some of the other women there were also wearing some equally revealing outfits but mine seemed to be attracting the most attention.
As usual at Mike's parties, drink flowed and my glass never seemed to be empty. I was beginning to get a little giddy, and was having fun dancing with some of the other guys and laughing with them. I could see that Alex was not happy with the situation, but I was annoyed with him. We had had this big argument about sex last night—well, about the lack of it as far as I was concerned-- and I think for the first time in our marriage he was feeling a little left out. It was just after midnight that it came to a head. Things had began to slow down a little, some people had already left, and we were down to about a dozen people. We were all sitting around Mike's large lounge drinking and chatting when someone suggested we might play a game. Everyone seemed to agree with the suggestion. Glynn, who always was the life and sole of any party, suggested his version of 'Truth or Dare' and everyone quickly agreed.
Some people had decided to sit this one out. They had heard that things tended to get a little risqué when they played this game. In the game, someone spun a bottle and the person the bottle pointed to when it stopped had to pick up a card from a pack on the floor. A black card required answering a question truthfully and red card was a dare. Things started slowly at first. The questions were quite tame, like who was your first lover, and at what age did you first have sex. The dares were of the same caliber-- kiss the person on the left or right of you, or stand up and sing a song. But gradually, as they usually did, things became a little bolder. One guy was the first to expose some flesh when he lost his shirt, which was a laugh, and everyone stared with interest when an attractive girl called Clare was dared to remove her sarong. With a little hesitation she did, with the guys cheering her on. She grinned as she revealed to everyone's delight a brief bikini.
I wondered to myself what would have happened if that had been me, knowing as I did that I had very little on beneath my sarong, but suddenly the idea excited me. Could I actually go along with it and expose myself if I were dared? It did not seem that I was going to find out as the bottle never seemed to stop when it was pointing in my direction. Even when it did, I always managed to pick a black card
One of the guys at the party was a guy called Martin, who was known to everyone as a bit of a lad. He had also been a friend of Alex's since they were teenagers and he was always game for anything. He was the first to bare all, when one of the girls, Avril, was dared to remove some guy's shorts. She picked on Martin because she knew he would not object, and as it turned out, he had been traveling commando style. I think Avril was more surprised than anyone when she lowered his shorts to suddenly find a well proportioned semi erect cock pointing in her direction. Martin laughed, seemingly unconcerned about his naked state, and sat down and continued the game.
After that, things began to inevitably go down hill. Clothes were slowly being removed, although at that moment, Martin was the only person with anything on display. Then it happened the bottle was suddenly pointing towards me. It was Martin's turn to ask the question and I drew a card from the pack. It was red, which meant a dare. Martin smiled around at the other guys in the game. "I think it is about time Laura showed us all what she has on under the pretty sarong," he said, looking around the group. I was feeling both excited and nervous as I slowly stood up. I looked across at Alex and saw the look on his face. I don't think he really believed that I was going to expose myself in front of everyone. I saw the expectant look on the guy's faces as I slowly undid the knot on my sarong. I felt that telltale twinge and knew I was beginning to get wet. There were gasps and whistle as the sarong fell away and my firm 38dd's were at last on show to everyone. I saw Martin looking at them with interest and there was no doubt that his cock looked a little more alert than it did a few moments before.
Soon after my showing, another couple of the other girls got the chance to display their boobs, but I was pleased to see they were not in the same class as mine. I noticed with some interest and growing excitement that the guys sitting around could not keep their eyes off my exposed breasts. The game was now getting down to the bare essentials, and at this stage, two of the couples made excuses to pull out. There were now only eight people in the game. Two of the other girls and myself were down to our bikini bottoms with our breasts on show, although the other woman, Sue, who was Mike's wife, was still completely covered. Among the guys, Martin, of course, had been naked from quite early on in the game, and one guy, Graham, still had his shorts on, but Alex and the other guy Robin were down to their boxers.
