These stories are a collaboration by Wendy and myself, recalling some of the things we got up to.
Continued from --
Wendy on the Benchtop.
Wendy now knew that I had witnessed, and in-fact orchestrated her seduction by Steve, our neighbour.
Twice now.
The last time being earlier tonight!
Also, my depraved need to allow, and watch her share herself with other men.
We began to open up more and discuss our fantasies and experiences to each other.
I confessed that on both occasions, I had 'set up' the conditions, in the hope that Steve would 'seduce' her into wanting his big cock.
I also confessed that I fucked both her sister-in-law Cathy, and her neighbour and our friend, Nancy, before we married.
Also I told her about Nurse Becky giving me a blow job the day after my hip replacement in hospital.
And.
The time on holidays in the caravan that I 'raped' her.
And a few others, but she still had not admitted her 'threesome' with her work colleague Charlie, and boyfriend with a 'bionic' cock. But that's OK, I watched the whole thing!
So, for the moment, I thought I would keep that to myself.
We talked candidly for ages.
Myself, trying to explain my fetish for seeing her being 'hit on' and ultimately having sex with other men.
Wendy listened as I revealed the fantasies I have, all revolving around her teasing and exhibiting her body to entice our friends to fuck her.
It was Wendy's turn to fall silent, as my voice trailed off. After a little while, she laughed shakily, and blew out her cheeks. "Wow!" she said.
"Wow - what?" I laughed.
"I'm just thinking about how much I'm going to be able to keep you..... entertained, in future."
"You mean - with stories?"
"Yes."
"I suppose that I should confess too! You see I'm not so innocent either!" She said.
"I think I told you before that I've got a curiosity for big cocks, and both Steve and Bob have been trying to feel me up every chance they can. And yes, I do encourage them." My wife admitted.
"Anything I should know about tonight? With Steve?" I asked.
"Not really, I think you saw it all."
For the moment, I shrank from examining too closely the reasons why the thought of Wendy, my wife, being fucked and fondled by other men excited me so much.
As I allowed my memory to dwell on the recently-witnessed encounter with Steve, my excitement grew almost unbearable.
And, as casually as I could, I took Wendy's hand and placed it on my hardening penis.
Now in bed, the combination of my thoughts and her nimble fingers would inevitably lead to a premature climax, and I wanted at least one story before that happened...
"Wendy," I murmured, my hand slipping down over her softly-rounded belly, onto the smooth warm skin of her pussy lips between her thighs.
"Mmmm," she replied, sleepily, and I panicked at the thought that she might be drifting off - without the post-marital barrier breached.
She might feel entirely different in the morning, and pass it all off as just fantasy.
"Did you plan to fuck Steve tonight?"
"No, just the opposite! I've been avoiding him since that last time. And now you tell me how you organised that little bet!"
"So after what you just told me, I hope you aren't going to accuse me of anything!" She demanded.
She stirred, then sat up a little and, leaning on one elbow, looked down at me, a worried expression on her face.
"Ray," she said, then stopped. After a moment, she tried again. "Look," she said, "I've never 'done it' with anyone other than Steve before... you have to know that! I've never been unfaithful to you -- well, not completely... And yes, I do keep my heart for you only... and from now on, my stories. "
"I believe you!" I interrupted " But, have you done anything like that before?"
"Such as?" Wendy replied.
"I was thinking, with Bob? Or while dancing with anyone else? Or....."
"Well, yes, but not all the way!" she revealed.
"Are you sure you want me to tell you, what will you think later on, tomorrow morning?" she added.
"It'll be OK." I insisted. "This is all separate to our love, this is only sex. I want to know you, sexually, in body and mind!" I continued. "And I just have to accept it, you are a young, healthy, and very sexy woman, you need to have some fun too." I added, trying to sound sincere and knowing about the secret night with Charlie and Brad.
She fell silent, again, then relaxed on her pillow and looked up at the ceiling.
"Look, you know how I am with sex, it's fun, it gives me a thrill to turn guys on, knowing they want me, I've told you all this before!" She said.
"So remember, you asked for it." She threatened.
"And as for Bob, yes, well ever since that one time up against the fridge in his kitchen, he's been trying it on. And since then, as he dances with me, he keeps pestering me to fuck him." Wendy admitted.
"And last time, he was practically molesting me while dancing. His cock may even be bigger than Steve's, and it certainly is 'Interested'. Anyway after copping a feel, he got the message, and gave up. But it did leave me feeling horny, so when Steve got me dancing and started pressing his big cock against me and feeling me up, well, I sort of wanted him to keep going." She said with conviction.
Listening to my wife admitting this to me, had me as stiff as ever, I began to caress her naked thighs, knowing that she was probably thinking of Steve, or Bob, not me.
Wendy continued. "He did get to play with me down there, a bit, but mainly with my boobs."
"Bob? Is that all?" I asked, removing my mouth from her left nipple.
"Oh honey keep doing that, and you are going to get laid, and soon!" She moaned.
"I remember you both one time sort of." I interrupted.
My finger had now found her pussy, wet and ready, after Steve had emptied his load in there earlier tonight night.
I began to tease her by sliding my fingers along it's lips, little shivers were coming from her body every few minutes, she was close.
"Come on, tell your horny husband how naughty you have been." I whispered as I teased her engorged clit.
She twitched as I did.
"Ahhhhh, at the last barbecue at Bob's, he put his hand down there too, and did that.......Ahhhhh. I got his cock out, I needed to feel how big it really is, I wanted him to fuck me." Continuing her admission.
"Ahhhh, Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, I'm cumming, please put him in." Wendy urged.
Her story ended there, we were both so fucking randy that I jumped on her and sunk my smaller cock to the hilt.
Wendy immediately shuddered from her building orgasm, her body shook, her legs began flailing around, she even scratched my back as she came over and over again.
I've never seen her orgasm like this before, with me, at least!
As I built up to my own release, pumping within her, she kept going, while uttering. " Oh fuck, Oh God, yes. Fuck me hard,Ohhhhhh Yes, Oh fuck I need this."
My wife was possessed, I could feel her pussy convulsing around my cock, gripping and releasing her pelvic muscles involuntarily as I shafted her.
I was the one benefiting from her orgasmic lust, built up by my friends getting her heated up all those evenings.
It was me fucking her, but it was both Bob and Steve she was fantasising about fucking her, instead of me!
She eventually slowed, limp and exhausted, I too had a wildly better than usual release, we just looked at each other, smiled, kissed and fell asleep, it was just on 5am.
As the morning light illuminated the sensual curves of my naked wife beside me, I began to analyse where our relationship was heading.
I realised that, in fact, I find it very exciting with the reality of its having happened. As it was, the picture of Steve's or Bob's hand and mouth on her breasts became too much for me, and her holding their big cocks.
From this point on, our sexual relationship will blossom as never before.
It is even better than when we had first met.
To me, Wendy took on a whole new level of fascination, and admiration. Whereas, before, her body, the curve of her breast, the dimples on her bottom, a glimpse of her thigh - had always caught my attention fairly frequently.
My interest and excitement was rekindled to new heights as I now gained a unique insight into her sexual psyche, learning things I had never even suspected about her - and about women, generally. Such as women want and encourage men to seduce them, they really do like cock!
In the process, I was also learning about myself, and trying to come to terms with this strange fascination, almost amounting to a compulsion, for hearing about Wendy's encounters with other men - especially the 'illicit' ones where she had been driven by her own urges to do something which, in the cold light of day, she would scarcely dream of doing.
Steve and Bob had been the first example of this I had witnessed, again with the exception of Charlie! But, I had failed to recognise it for what it was.
Now, I became aware of the stimulus she got, that we both got, from all sorts of apparently innocent attractions, and the effect they had on the men who were lucky enough to enjoy my wife.
She liked to see the effect, if possible, and would watch, surreptitiously, as she bent over too far or rubbed herself up in front of a male guest of ours, as she poured coffee or a drink for him, allowing a glimpse down a loose top into the deep valley between her breasts.
Watching his eyes flicker away then, inexorably, back to the forbidden fruit, she would feel her nipples harden then, and as soon as possible, would force the tips of her breasts against her blouse so that the outline of the distended nipple was clearly delineated against the tight material.
A bit like fishing, the thrill of the chase, not the actual catch!
Once or twice, she confessed, she had left the room and removed her bra, then repeated the operation - but only when she really fancied the bloke.
I also realised that she was attracted to men like Steve, who made no secret of their desires and who looked at her frankly, men who obviously had big cocks.
Men, were always paying particular attention to the shape of her breasts and bottom.
Now that Wendy admitted all this to me, I would it easier to trigger her into her reminiscences - the mention of a particular name could stimulate her memory - and not only that - into detailed recall, of their erotic encounters.
I lay in bed, the sun now streaming warm rays across her body, the gentle movement of her breast as she breathed, her nipple protruding, from the chilly morning air, or even a naughty dream perhaps.
My cock beginning to stir towards an erection, as my eyes took in her nakedness, and how she gave it to our friend to enjoy last night.
It was during these moments of reflexion, that an image appeared in my mind.
