Natalie was pissed off and that was putting it mildly. The whole weekend had been ruined as far as she was concerned. The atmosphere in the car was icy, as neither her nor her husband Jeff had spoken for an hour during the trip home from what was to have been a romantic, sexy weekend.
It had started out fine; she had been looking forward to getting away to the resort for weeks and had really been in the mood for romance and hot sex with Jeff. In fact if she was truthful, she had been feeling quite slutty and had gotten an unexpected buzz from that. She had decided that she would give Jeff some of his long held fantasies this weekend. She had shaven her pussy for the first time ever on the day of the trip and had even gone to dinner on the first night without bra or panties. Jeff had been beside himself when he found out and they had fucked like teenagers when they got back to their room.
The weekend had been so successful she had even decided to do the outrageous and flash some truckers on the way home. She had even dressed for it this morning wearing only a light cotton dress that buttoned all the way up the front. It was white and displayed her figure beautifully. She smiled when she recalled the doormen's bulging eyes as they left the hotel. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra and if she hadn't been shaven you might have even seen the dark triangle of pubic hair through the flimsy material.
Then Jeff had ruined everything. Fifteen minutes into the drive and he had to go and bring up the old chestnut. He had thanked her for a great weekend and then had said the only thing missing was seeing her with another man. His ultimate fantasy! She had blown her top, they had argued about this many times over the years. It was something she just couldn't understand. It was not right, how could he want to watch her have sex with another man, or two, as he had once said. She had yelled at him "What is it you want, do you want your wife to be a slut?"
Later that morning after they had travelled some distance, she realised that part of her anger had come from her the fact that she had actually felt a little tingle of arousal forming deep within herself as a picture of the scenario he had tried to paint flashed through her head. That had never happened during previous arguments they'd had and she rationalised that it must be connected to the fact that she was siting in the car clad only in this flimsy dress and had been fully prepared to expose her body to complete strangers. Jeff hadn't known this of course, it was to have been a surprise, the icing on the cake.
She felt herself relax slightly as her mind drifted to the events she had planned. She had been going to wait until they were onto the highway and feign sleep and position herself facing away from Jeff towards the window. She was then going to surreptitiously undo the buttons and wait until she observed a truck ahead before pretending to wake and stretch her arms and body as she did so, allowing her dress to fall open exposing her naked body as they passed the truck. If all went well doing that she had planned to maybe remove the dress and travel naked for the rest of the trip.
She shuddered as a new wave of arousal passed through her body. Jeff asked if she was OK with a degree of concern in his voice. She said she was fine as she realised he probably thought she was still really upset.
Honey, he said, I'm really sorry, I was way out of line back there and after you being so fantastic and hot all weekend I had to ruin it. I promise that I'll never mention the subject again. He really sounded down and so sincere that she felt a little guilty about how angry she'd been. I'm sorry for being so mad as well; it's just that I really can't understand how a man could watch another man taking his wife.
I'm not sure I understand it either he replied but I know it's a big thing with a lot of guys. I mean who would it be? She asked, your best friend, the next door neighbour or a total stranger? How could you look your best friend in the eye knowing he fucked your wife? She asked. Wouldn't you be totally jealous at seeing me with someone else?
To be honest I don't know how I'd handle it because it has only ever been a fantasy. I guess it would have to be a stranger because I probably couldn't handle it being a friend. Sure there'd be some jealousy but I get so turned on with the idea of seeing you totally pleasured by another guy that I think I could handle it. I don't know where it comes from but it's just so strong a desire.
Don't you think it's such a slutty thing for a woman to do, I mean you once said two men, surely that would be so slutty? I suppose it is, maybe that's what its all about, seeing my beautiful wife throw away her morals and just be seeking and giving total sexual pleasure. Wouldn't it be humiliating watching other men give your wife so much pleasure? Jeff thought for a moment and then replied 'I don't understand the psychology of it all but I'm sure that's part of it to some degree'.
How do you see it happening? She asked. He looked at her questioningly. Are you sure you want me to say this, I thought we would not talk about it again? She wouldn't admit it, but she had become tremendously aroused sharing Jeff's fantasy in detail. I'm just trying to understand it that's all. She replied. Well there are many variations of similar themes but basically it revolves around you getting chatted up by a couple of hunky guys in a bar who let you know very clearly what their intentions are. You get all hot and bothered from their attention and part of you wants to but after all you are married and you try to resist.
You tell them you are married and you point me out, they laugh and tell you that you know you want it bad and that hubby can come and watch and have you when they're finished. You look at me for guidance and reassurance, but I know what's going on and I just smile. The men know that you are theirs to do with what they will. They take you to our room and I follow. They ignore me and remove your clothes and start to suck your tits and fondle your body driving you crazy with lust.
