Wendy's Secret

Wendy's secret.

I was twenty two, my wife, Wendy was twenty, we had been married for 18 months at the time.

Wendy was slim 5'2" tall, and a great set of breasts, self supporting, firm and full, they were my obsession.

I had them in my grasp as much as I could and encouraged Wendy to go braless as much as possible. For me to see her breasts moving beneath her top was a vision to behold, it was like watching two puppies playing under a blanket.

Sex with Wendy was pretty good, although she was not adventurous in instigating having sex, she was happy to go along with anything l wanted at the time, but she was becoming more confident with her body.

Wendy really enjoyed my going down on her, but she never asked me to, also, she seemed to enjoy sucking my cock, but only when I pleaded for her to do it.

Then, she would grin, and do so. I got the impression that she was somehow pleased with me.

That grin was my first hint of my wife's developing interest in teasing men!

If we were out driving and I reached across to maul her breasts, if I asked nicely, pleaded in-fact, she would quite often undo a few buttons on her top to show them off, but would never do that on her own.

She was usually happy to let me do whatever I wanted.

Pleading aside.

Again, if I wanted to touch her pussy, she would part her legs for me, again after I pleaded with her. But she kept me horny for her. We were young and healthy, we fucked like rabbits.

At about that time, we were renting a one-bedroom unit, there was a L shaped kitchenette/ lounge, and off that was the only bedroom.

To the other side of the bedroom was the bathroom, it was a small, but comfortable unit, I was working in a car dealership on the other side of the city, and Wendy worked in the office for a publishing agent in the city also.

I would stop by and pick her up after work and we would travel home together.

One one evening in summer we decided to head straight to the beach from work, and at the time we had a 1968 MGB and with the roof down, we headed to the beach, but the traffic was at a crawl.

Wendy had her one piece bathers with her and decided to change in the car, thinking that it would be easy enough.

She managed to get her underwear off and slip her legs into the bathers, but could not get into the top part without undressing completely, no matter how she tried and wiggled around she couldn't.

I thought it was hilarious, as the MGB was so low to the ground, all the other commuters in the cars around could see what she was doing, or trying to do.

Eventually she gave up, she had the lower half fitted, after raising her hips and wiggling them over her bottom, but she still had on her uniform shirt and bra.

Unfortunately there was no way to remove them so she could pull up the top half of the one piece without stripping down first.

I had no problem with Wendy showing her body, I was damn proud of my young wife.

So I suggested she bite the bullet, and just strip off the shirt and bra, she would only take a moment and give the surrounding drivers a thrill, reluctantly she realised that was the only way she could untangle herself.

I must admit she did it with style, without hurrying or haste, but not putting on a deliberate show, she unbuttoned the shirt, slipped off the bra straps removed the shirt and spun around the bra and undid the clasp and removed it.

I was watching the reaction of the surrounding drivers, and the car that was beside Wendy had the best view of her gorgeous breasts, he was so close that he could almost have put his arm out his window and helped her into her bathers.

But as she was trying to get the top up and the straps on her shoulders, she had not put the bathers on properly.

The back of the bathers had a criss-cross multi strap design that when fitted properly, had the shoulder straps criss cross all the way down her back to just above her buttocks.

But but trying to get it on in the car, she had some of the straps tangled in front instead of behind, and so could not pull it up to cover herself.

Wendy was resigned to the fact that she had to strip off completely and start again.

She pulled off the bathers and, naked in the traffic, held up the bathers to untangle the straps then slip into the bathers and eventually cover herself.

The surrounding drivers were very impressed and appreciative, by the honks she received, especially the guy beside her, he got to see everything.

Once respectable again, she had to sit there until the traffic began to move again.

As our lane began to move off, she turned to the guy that was beside her, and winked at him.

Strangely that night, sex with Wendy was unusually aggressive and insightful.

So, married life with Wendy was everything I hoped it would be.

At her work there was a woman, a little older than Wendy, maybe 23, Charlie was her name, I had met her on a few occasions, both through work and socially.

Charlie was beautiful, really. really beautiful, no other way to describe her, maybe 5'6" tall slim, elegant without being obvious about it.

Charlie was stunning, small but swollen breasts if you could call them that, lovely, no bra required, good hips. Charlie had a striking resemblance to Cleopatra, the same type of face, eyes and hair short, although she was platinum blonde, straight fringe, classic Cleopatra hair style, her skin was flawless, pale, but glowed, Charlie was a whole higher class of woman, but she acted as if she was just one of the boys, Charlie never acted on her beauty, and so was readily liked as a friend, she could have been a model.

A high class hooker.

A mistress to a multi millionaire.

But no, she was an ordinary receptionist, who liked to drink with the boys. But she had class too.

Beside her, Wendy looked plain, which she was not!

To me anyway.

But standing beside Charlie any woman was!

Over time Charlie and Wendy became good friends, though only at work.

At about the same time, I developed an infection that made peeing difficult and painful, and eventually began to bleed.

Upon investigation it was found I had an inflamed eurethia and needed an operation.

I mention this as it is part of our story later.

While in hospital waiting to go into theatre, my groin needed to be shaved, the whole lot, cock, balls and behind, below, everywhere, I soon found out.

This was in the mid 70s and at the time the trainee nurses had that job to do, using a cut throat razor.

I was lying in bed waiting to be taken in to surgery, having already been given a

Pre-Op sedative that relaxes you.

I was feeling spaced out when a nurse walked in and said. "I saw you on the patient list, so I volunteered. Time to get you prepared." She said with some familiarity.

At first I was lost, the face was familiar, as was her voice, but being sedated, I had no idea what she was talking about.

Then as she placed the bowl of water and towel on the table, I noticed her name tag 'Jane' On her chest.

Of coarse Jane was my best friend's older sister, I hadn't seen her for 7 years.

While in my teens, and developing an interest in girls, I had a crush on her.

At my friend, Wayne's home I would sometimes get to see her partially dressed as she ran from bathroom to her bedroom.

That was years ago, we were both married now.

As she was preparing, we chatted, the whole time I was aware that I was naked under the sheet, and the sedative I had been given earlier was creating movement in my cock, they sometimes did to me.

Jane confessed to me.

"So, when I saw that you had to be shaved, I just had to volunteer for it." She smiled with an evil grin.

"Oh my god." I thought as I realised what was about to happen, and if I was right, what else would happen if I could not control it.

"So, you're married now too, how's that going?" she said as she pulled back the sheet, exposing my semi hard cock, she soaped up a washcloth and took hold of my cock and began soaping up everything, all the while with a big smile on her face.

"I bet this is a dream come true for you finally." she said.

I could only look at her perplexed, too busy trying to stop from getting fully erect and failing!

"When you were always over at our house, I knew you were perving on me." she explained, with one hand wrapped around my swollen shaft and the other holding a razor.

"Now don't move Ray. Seriously keep still. I haven't used a cut-throat before." she commanded as she began to shave my cock.

It wasn't working, I was as stiff as a pole, as she finished the shaft, and began on my balls, pulling the skin tight, "You may as well enjoy it, this guy is going to be out of action for a month at least." she said, still with that grin.

I replied, "You're enjoying this."

"Yes, I am, and so are you." she added as she gave it a tug.

"Wait til' I tell mom and Wayne what I did today." she laughed.

I just laid back and let her finish up, any dignity I thought I had, was gone now.

As she finished with the razor, wiped away the soap and water, she began to dry me.

Jane held the towel wrapped around my cock as she gave it a good wank.

"There all done, that looks sexy, enjoy that did you?" she teased.

I declined to answer!

"It certainly made my day!" She added, and then with her bare hand gently grasped my shaft and stroked it for a moment before patting it and replacing the sheet over me.

"There you go, that will give you something to think about as you go under the anesthetic.

It'll give the nurses something to play with during the operation."

"I'll let them know, one of them will have to hold it out of the way, you know, during the whole procedure.

"Keep thinking about that! Anyway, good luck, I'll look in on you if you're back before I finish, bye."

With that she picked up the towel and bowl and left me sporting an erection that was still there when they wheeled me into theatre.

That story I told to Charlie and her boyfriend, Brad, on the evening that they came over to visit us.

It was the first time I had met Brad, and I liked him!

Before that evening, I knew nothing about him other than he was dating Charlie, lucky guy.

On one occasion, at Wendy's work Christmas party, at a theatre restaurant, Charlie sat at our table, but I don't recall Brad being there.

The evening Charlie and Brad came over, I don't recall as to why they just dropped in, but at some point during the evening at our unit, while having a few drinks the subject of my recent operation came up, and I repeated the 'shaving' incident to them. Then Brad told of an incident as well, it went like this.

Both Charlie and Brad were avid tennis players competing most weekends. During one game, Brad was on the receiving end of a particularly fast serve which struck on him directly on the end of his cock.

As you could imagine he dropped to the ground in agony. ( the thought of such an injury makes me want to cringe and protect my groin every time I think about it.) Immediately he began to bleed, profusely, an ambulance was called and he was taken to hospital.

Apparently there was significant damage done, the impact of the tennis ball had split his knob, and that required four operations over 18 months he recalled to us.

After the first operation, they found he could not get an erection and had no feeling.

So, the second operation was to repair nerve damage, but that too, did not work. Again, the third operation, they tried, and although he got feeling back, still could not get hard.

Finally, the fourth operation was a penile implant.

I had heard of them, but Wendy had not.

"A Bionic cock, Brad has a Bionic cock." Charlie said to Wendy, remember it was the mid seventies and on TV was the popular show. The Six Million Dollar Man.

"With the implant they insert a long balloon into the penis, attached to a tube that had a liquid and small reservoir that sits inside the groin.

A small bulb like pump that sits inside the scrotum that you squeeze or pump up, this pumps fluid from the reservoir into the balloon, which swells and lengthens causing it to grow and stiffen." Brad explained.

"Then when you want to go soft there's a small valve that when pressed against, drains the fluid back into the reservoir and the penis shrinks again."

He continued.

Apparently, this was the only way his penis worked normally again, and he went through enormous pain (l'll bet).

Wendy and I listened, fascinated by Brad's description of his penis then Charlie added, cheekily, and with some pride.

"When it healed, we were so worried that he would pump it up so hard that it would burst."

Wendy was horrified by that.

"Could it?" She replied.

"Sort of, but not really, they said no matter how much you pumped it, the amount of liquid in the reservoir limited how big and fat it got, but we have fun trying, don't we honey" Brad grinned.

" Yes, but yours...."

Brad cut her off.

The three of us were pretty pissed by now, Charlie really was, judging by her ribald descriptions, and by the way she was acting.

"And now it's much bigger and fatter, it stays as hard for as long as I want, you know, doesn't it, darling? its my own six-million-dollar cock." she continued..

"Ok Charlie, I think that's enough talk about that." Brad said with a grin of embarrassment.

Anyway, by the end of the evening, we were all fairly pissed, except Wendy, she doesn't drink.

Both Charlie and Brad were in no condition to drive, so we invited them to stay the night.

As there was only one bed and one bedroom, the girls took the bedroom and Brad and I took a bean bag and a blanket each, and settled on the floor of the lounge.

As the girls headed to the bedroom I heard Charlie say to Wendy.

" Sometimes I pump him up and make him stay like that all night, then play with it when he's sleeping, it's great fun, he's always ready for me." Not too quietly, as their door closed.

Brad and I settled into our bean bags on the floor.

At some point during the night, I needed to pee, so quietly I pushed open the bedroom door, it was dark, but lighter than the lounge room, there was enough light to see Wendy was on my side, the right, and Charlie was on Wendy's usual left side.

Both were asleep, I could see Charlie's bare breasts and I realised that she must be topless, as she had been wearing a short bolaro top and no bra.

I crept past the bed and into the bathroom, closed the door and had a pee, then without flushing, I crept back out, taking care to have a good look at Charlie. Her nipples were just above the blanket, I crept by again, and returned to the beanbag and settled down and slept.

I was awakened by voices, muffled but just loud enough to hear, it took a minute or two to realise that it was coming from the bedroom, no big deal, Wendy and Charlie were chatting, I dozed again or just closed my eyes, don't know.

Voices again.

I tried to listen but could only get a word or two, of females murmuring.

Listening intently, I heard a definite "No", again "No, he'll hear us."

I sat up, then a deeper voice.

"Hold her hands up, while l get her panties off." that was Brad's voice! l realised, as l looked across to where he should be asleep.

He was not there.

Again.

"No, stop it." I heard Wendy exclaim. I hurriedly rolled out of the bean bag and cautiously moved to the bedroom door, and cracked it open, the bathroom light was on but the door was almost closed, so only a small amount of light threw a soft glow into the bedroom easily allowing me to see the scene before me.

There on the bed was Wendy, only her feet were covered by the blanket, her hands were held above her head by Charlie, who was naked except for a black G-string, her small breasts heaving as she was sucking on Wendy's left breast, Wendy was resisting.

Beside the bed, near Wendy's hips was Brad, also naked, his penis still flaccid swinging as he struggled with the removal of Wendy's knickers from her hips.

Charlie spoke again.

"Come on Wendy you know how long I've wanted this, and I've promised Brad he could fuck you too, you'll love it, you'll see."

She whispered.

But with determination, she then went back to sucking Wendy's breast.

Brad had succeeded in removing Wendy's knickers, only her nightie was tangled around her wrists, held by Charlie. "Brad, what the hell do you think you 're doing? Let me go, I don't want Ray to know!" She ordered.

"Then be quiet!" Charlie replied. Savouring Wendy's swollen and puffy nipple.

"Come on Wendy, you know you want to try a threesome, you told me ages ago, and I've been hot for you ever since. Just let yourself go and enjoy it." Charlie continued.

Brad was exploring Wendy's pussy with one hand and pulling on her right nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Wendy was resisting, squirming on the bed.

"Alright, alright!"

Wendy whispered,

"But go and check that Ray is still asleep." She said, relenting, and stopped resisting both assailants.

Brad grinned and began to get off the bed, I quickly closed the door and eased into the bean bag and covered myself with the blanket, as a small amount of light filtered into the lounge, a moment later it was dark again.

I rolled sideways and reached the door just before it closed completely and cracked it open again. Brad was walking around the far side of the bed.

"Sound asleep, poor bastard." he whispered as he knelt on the bed again.

Charlie was still crouched over Wendy, but now they were kissing and Wendy was encouraging it. Wendy's hands were now free of her nightie and exploring Charlie's body, as Brad moved down the bed, manoeuvring himself between Wendy's legs, she parted them as she realised where he was going.

At about this time I had dropped my pants and was stroking my rigid cock, my heart was pounding in my chest.

I had a clear view of Wendy's hand as she pulled Charlie's G-string down, revealing her bald pussy, then Wendy's fingers began exploring for themselves.

I would have liked to burst in and thrust my cock into Charlie's soaking pussy, but for some reason I wanted to see Wendy in this threesome.

Brad had Wendy's legs over his shoulder and his tongue teasing her pussy, she was trying to hump his face.

Meanwhile Charlie had straddled Wendy and sat down astride Wendy's chest placing her pussy above her face.

Wendy immediately began lapping at Charlie's cunt.

Watching them pleasuring each other brought me to a massive orgasm, I aimed my cock towards a potted palm and released the most cum ever, rope after rope shot into the pot.

Charlie was riding Wendy, leaning backwards, her hands kneading Wendy's breasts as Wendy worked her tongue in Charlie's pussy.

Wendy was being driven to ecstasy by Brad's tongue. her lower half was still humping into his face.

"Oh god Wendy, I've been wanting this for ages, Oh yes, Oh, I'm cumming Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh." Charlie moaned incoherently, as her orgasm ripped through her. Here I was watching my wife, doing such a beautiful woman, for the first time! That I knew of anyway.

As Charlie's orgasm faded, she raised herself off Wendy, and said. "Ok Brad give her your cock, she's ready."

"I'll check on Ray first." he replied. And slid off the bed.

I just had enough time to get into the beanbag and cover my bare legs and discarded jeans before the door opened again, a moment later it closed.

Again, I jumped up before the door closed completely.

"He's ok he'll sleep right through." he whispered.

Charlie was still wrapped around Wendy.

As Brad approached Wendy, he began to play with his balls and immediately his cock began to grow and rise, he was pumping the implant. Wendy watched in awe as it swelled and stood erect, in a moment it stood high and stiff, but kept getting longer and fatter.