After discovering my ex-wife with my former boss and experiencing a renewed sexual attraction after learning she had been cheating with him and others over our twenty years of marriage, I began exploring what led to my desire to see her taken and used by other men. I had urged her to take other lovers, but she always rejected my suggestions as fantasy. Oh, she had taken other lovers in my presence on rare occasions and I suspected that she had had the occasional affair, but that did not satisfy my need to watch and knowingly share in the retelling of her indiscretions. As much as I urged her, she always declined. And now, it was too late.
I began to review the events in our married life that led to my need. Whether fantasy or real, might we still be together if I had known she was fulfilling my requests? Was it something I really wanted? Why? What created that need in me?
My thoughts went back to the second year of our marriage. We shared a three-bedroom tract house with her sister Liz and brother-in-law Frank. We rented the third room to a co-worker, Ken. Ellie, Liz, and Frank had their own businesses downtown while Ken and I worked at the college. Our lives were hectic during the week, but we tried to find time to relax on the weekends.
We gathered as a "family" every Saturday to enjoy the sun, work in the yard, barbecue, and spend the evening listening to music, drinking wine, and enjoying some good dope as Saturday Night Live came on. The day generally began with Frank, Ken, and I enjoying a few beers and performing needed house and yard maintenance. Our wives worked in their own businesses, but they came home early on Saturdays to join us in the garden in the late afternoon sun. Summer weather was always warm on the California coast and we generally shed our clothes to the bare minimum, cutoffs for the men and no shirts. Ellie generally favored cutoffs and a light tee shirt. Liz was always more daring.
On the day I was remembering, our wives arrived home together and said they would join us after changing out of their work clothes. Liz came out first. A year younger than my wife, she was more uninhibited and enjoyed flirting, showing her body, and playing around a little. Frank indulged her because he too liked to play around. Liz was a beautiful Scandinavian born blond, thin, small hips, small cute butt, and 36 D breasts that bounced delightfully when she showed them off and she enjoyed showing them off.
Liz wore her usual homemade bikini. The small bottoms were cut to just cover her pubic mound and just enough of her ass to call it a bikini bottom. Four strings tied over the tops of her hip bones kept the bottom from falling off. She must have been shaved bare as no hair ever showed around the edges and the top in front was too low to not show a patch of hair. Her top drove Ken crazy. It was just a small cloth panel that hung over her breasts, two strings tied around her neck pretending to hold it in place. Small weights sewn into the bottom corners tended to keep it held down. It did its job if she stood up and stood still. Were it not for the strings at her waist, she appeared naked from the side with the sides of her breasts fully exposed. When she walked, they bounced. When she bent over, they hung down and were clearly visible to anyone who cared to look. And Ken loved to look and Liz enjoyed the attention.
Ken loved women, but he was crude, vulgar, and generally turned them off. He was "family" though and Liz loved teasing him and Ellie tolerated his comments, knowing that they enjoyed real conversations when he wasn't drunk or generally playing the ass.
My wife, Ellie, was a year older than her sister and more reserved. Not as thin as Ingrid, Ellie had 36 D breasts with small dark nipples that were almost always hard. Where her sister's breasts hung downward and swayed somewhat, Ellie's were round and firm with her nipples pointed upward. Her breasts were her weak point. Tease them and she melted in sexual desire. Pull and twist them and she would moan. Kiss and suck them softly and then harder and she would often cum. But, in public she was always proper and wore bras that tended to conceal any hint of just how sexy she could be. After all, she was my wife and married women should act appropriately she always told me. Casual dress was for "family" only.
Today, however, Liz had convinced Ellie to let her hair down. I nearly dropped my beer when Ellie walked out wearing a red bikini that Liz had made for her. Ellie swore to me that she would never wear it around anyone, not even family. She had tried it on once and put it away. The bottom was small like Liz's. I knew her body well and she must have trimmed or shaved most of her pubic hair as none showed. Four strings tied at the hips held it in place, just like Liz's and left her practically naked. The top was two small triangles that covered her nipples, but left most of her breasts bare and left little to the imagination. The top tied around her neck and her back. The material was thin, thin enough that the size and shape of her nipples were visible as every bump strained against the material.
I thought Ken would have a heart attack and Frank grinned. Frank and Liz shared a knowing, conspiratorial look and I guessed something was afoot. Ellie looked at me and smiled. "It is too hot today for clothes, but I had to wear something," she stated.
I said nothing and for the remainder of the afternoon, we three men enjoyed the sight of the sisters continually finding a reason to parade in front of us. Ken commented on their sexiness more than once, his comments drawing rejoinders or smiles from the women. I was surprised that Ellie came back with her own suggestive sexual responses as well. My wife seemed more at ease with her body and she was certainly bolder in expressing her sexuality than I could remember.
As the evening warmed and we had eaten, we retired to the living room for our usual wine, music, and dope. The women did not cover up for it was still too hot according to them and we men agreed. I sat in the corner of the couch, while Frank sat next to me in an easy chair. Ellie joined me and Ken sat next to her. Liz took the seat on the other side of Ken forcing us to press tightly together. We all could see Ken's erection form with two nearly naked women pressed against him. They both teased him and made him blush. I just sat in awe of Ellie's unusual behavior.
Frank pulled out a bag of weed and proceeded to pack his chillum. The sweet perfume of the marijuana filled the room before it was even lit. Liz went over to light the match as Frank took the chillum between his fingers, cupped his hands into a bowl, and inhaled. Taking a deep drag, he passed the chillum to me and Liz slipped in next to Ken, steadying herself on his thigh. She left her hand there after sitting.
I passed the pipe to Ellie and she could not figure out how to use it, even with my help. "Frank, help her." Liz spat at her husband. Frank moved back in his easy chair and told Ellie to sit in front of him. She sat between his legs and he leaned her back against him. I was now starting to get my own erection watching my wife nestled in Frank's arms, her bare back against his bare chest, her arms resting on his bare thighs.
Frank put his arms around her and moved his head in close against her's. He cupped his hands with the pipe, put them to her mouth, and whispered, "Inhale," into her ear. "Relax and don't exhale." he whispered again as she drew in a breath.
Frank passed the pipe to me and began softly stoking her shoulders, working his way down her chest towards the top of her breasts. I knew this would start to turn her on, yet all I could do was watch in silence. "Hold it, hold it, exhale slowly when you can hold it no more." he continued to whisper.
"Stay with Frank and let him get you high," Liz said softly. "Let him be your guide this evening." I looked at Liz with what must of have been wide eyes. She met my gaze, "Let her have fun, Frank won't hurt her. You can watch and might enjoy it as well." As I took my hit on the pipe, I noticed that Ken was now stroking Liz's thigh as she continued to stroke him while they both watched Frank stroke my wife's body. Liz's top seemed to have not dropped into its proper place and one breast was now exposed.
"Where will this night go?" I thought to myself. "And why do I feel aroused watching my wife laying back in Frank's arms?"
Liz rose and carried the pipe back to Frank. She leaned in close and whispered something in Ellie's ear that I could not hear. As she stepped back, Ellie gave me a blissful smile, turned her body towards me, and looked longingly at Frank as he cupped his hands to take another hit. Ellie stroked Frank's chest and played with his nipples as he inhaled. Her hand ran down his chest and stroked his groin before turning to duck her head between his arms to take her next hit. He did not speak, but he kissed her neck softly as she inhaled deeply.
Again he handed me the pipe without looking and returned to softly massaging her shoulders running down to the tops of her breasts. As I took my hit, I watched her slowly exhale and lean back into his chest. Frank whispered, "Let the feelings wash over you. Relax and feel the euphoria." I watched as he ran his fingers over her breasts. He moved a hand to her side and she leaned forward while he reached in to pull the bow at her back. The bottom of her bikini top swung free and his hands moved to her bare breasts.
I turned to Liz who returned to the coach, sitting between Ken and I this time. She had undone her own bow and allowed her top to drop while I was engaged in watching Ellie and Frank. Ken now openly caressed her breasts while she took her hit. Passing the pipe to Ken, her hand dropped to his crotch and was stroking a growing erection as he watched Frank fondle my wife. While it was tempting to watch my half naked sister-in-law being groped and doing her own groping, I returned my attention to my wife.
Ellie was obviously slipping into the euphoria of being stoned and slipping into a sexual high as Frank pulled and twisted her nipples. She was now moaning loudly and rubbing her hands along Frank's thighs. He kept urging her to enjoy the moment, to lose herself in his touch.
Liz rose with the pipe again and Frank shook his head as if to say no. Liz quietly asked Ellie if she was stoned, to which Ellie could only nod. Liz leaned in close again and whispered something to her sister. Ellie looked at me, smiled, and nodded. Liz stepped back and took Ellie's hand to help her stand before returning to her place on the couch and Ken's attention. Ellie turned to look at me again, smiled once more, and then she turned to Frank. Much to my surprise, she grasped the bows at her hips, pulled, and released her bikini bottom. Now naked, she placed her hands on Frank's shoulders as she leaned in for a long, sensual, open-mouthed kiss. I thought my cock would explode.
Ellie ran her hands down Frank's chest and unsnapped his cutoffs. He raised his hips as she pulled his pants down to release the largest, stiffest cock I had seen. It was not obscene like in porno movies, but at least nine inches and thick. Wrapping her hands around his hard cock, she began to stroke it while moaning loudly. Frank grasped her hands to stop her, directing her backwards while he stood and stepped out of his pants. He took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom.
"Fuck!" Ken blurted out.
