Unanticipated Consequences (M/F, wife, exhib)
By OneIdleHand
I was not sure exactly when the transformation had occurred. I could
only see that my was different. As I looked at her now, I was as
turned on by her more than I had ever been. My wife's physique had
reverted to when we had dated, but it now was more muscular. Hayley had
shed some pounds, yes, but she had shed even more inhibitions. As she
turned for me, modeling her outfit, I marveled at Hayley's body and her
style of dress.
Her feet were in heeled shoes, not high heeled shoes, but anything with
heels was cause for notice. The discomfort of wearing heels must
obviously be worth the result she (we?) expected. She wore black
leather shoes, consisting of a few strings leaving her feet mostly
exposed. Her legs were tan. Really tan. Up until the last several
months, the only good tan I could recall was back when we were dating,
over 14 years ago. Her legs weren't skinny, but not fat either. They
had muscle definition that spoke of strength underneath. With the heels
on, her calves begged for attention from the first casual glance.
Her thighs held the same tan, until finally, just below her crotch, a
tight, black miniskirt encased her hips. It was like the
miniskirt was painted on her buns and the sides of her hips, but the
taught cavity across the front of her legs left no doubt that this was a
skirt.
Hayley's waist, well, she had never really had an hourglass figure. She
did now. She wore a black bustier, with see through mesh from her skirt
up to the black satin that covered her breasts. Well, sort of covered
her breasts. The satin went just above her aureole, where it ran
straight across her chest. She had invested in the bustier, hiring a
seamstress who specialized in costumes for strippers. The garment
tailored for her breasts, lifting them slightly to form the classic
profile of perfect breasts. More importantly, it was comfortable, which
meant that it would not remain in the novelty drawer.. It only slightly
accentuated her cleavage. Looking up the line of her profile up past
her flat stomach, my wife's seemed to spring from her chest,
saying "Here we are!" My cock sprang to answer, "I know!"
The same seamstress had tailored an ocean blue jacket to also accentuate
her waistline, and since it was going to be a cool night, it would
provide good cover. Hayley had lightened her hair, and it was pulled
back behind her ears before falling to below her shoulders. She had
spent a small fortune in Buckhead getting her hair styled by someone
highly recommended. We were both very pleased with it.
My lifted the jacket off the chair, walked to the door, and said,
"See you there" and stepped out into the night.
This evening was a major turn in our lives. Hayley had showed not just
courage, but no fear as she had left the house. From a long history of
low self-esteem and lack of confidence about her looks, she was now on
the opposite extreme, confident of herself, her body, and its attractive
pull on men.
As I thought back on it, I realized that this change had started over a
year and half ago. Years of promising to diet had always yielded to
appetizing food. One day, Hayley had surprised me, and said, "You know,
if you take me on another cruise to the Caribbean, I'll go topless on
one of those French beaches." One of my biggest fantasies was to
imagine myself lying in a lounge chair or a beach towel, perhaps 40
yards from the beach, and to watch my rise, topless and wearing a
g-string bikini, and walk into the water to cool herself off. From the
back, she would look practically naked. The beach, of course, would be
inhabited, and this would be in plain view of everyone. It didn't
matter that they might be from a different culture and similarly
undressed. Her return trip from the water, wet, with hardened nipples,
head held high, was what really made my cock hard.
It was approximately 7 months later that I had received a large bonus
from work. It was enough to pay off some debt and still afford a
cruise. I brought home several brochures from cruise companies, but we
already had in mind the cruise line we liked. It had been a matter of
finding the right stops, and particularly for me, the right beach. With
a little additional research on the Internet, I had found several
islands that had topless beaches. We weren't really interested in the
nude beaches.
My wife's promise had been that she would be in shape for this cruise,
so we had picked a cruise approximately eight months later. I had also
received a raise, so it was within our budget that we could again afford
membership in a fitness club. A club had recently opened near our home,
and we both realized that if it wasn't convenient, we wouldn't use it.
This club had all the major equipment plus an aerobics program.
Further, the club provided a personal trainer to at least develop a
personal training schedule based on the desired outcome.
Hayley had explained to the female instructor that we were going on a
cruise. She not only wanted to lose weight, she wanted to look
absolutely in shape and sexy. The lady had inspired confidence, as her
own figure was excellent. The lady told her that gains could be made in
eight months, but if she really wanted to look different, it would be a
daily commitment of proper dieting and a mixed schedule of rigorous
aerobic exercise and weight training. For an additional fee, we had
hired the lady to personally supervise my wife's exercise and to hold
her accountable to the program.
I went the lighter route, but had managed to trim off the pudge in my
stomach and add more definition to my arms, legs, and stomach. Not bad
considering my work schedule that required out of town travel.
My wife, on the other hand, had gone full speed ahead into the program,
figuring this was her best and possibly last chance to look great before
age made it too difficult. So she had dedicated herself to it, and the
program worked. Our sex life began to sizzle as we both got in shape.
A couple weeks before the cruise, Hayley was able to buy dresses two
sizes smaller than when she began as well as new bathing suits. I
usually liked to watch her try on these types of things, but she
insisted that that her new clothes be a surprise for the cruise.
The cruise was fantastic. I was utterly amazed at how Hayley had
dressed, changing from the shorts and T-shirt routine at home to a
classy, sexy lady on board during the evening and a teasing, skimpily
clad woman during the excursions. This wonderful vision was possible
because Hayley had changed other parts of her life. Rather than
shopping by store names, she had looked for salespeople who looked
really good in what they wore. If they had time to help her, then she
would stay in the store and explore dress possibilities that previously,
well, she probably would have ignored or assumed would not work for her.
As a result, she tried different colors and different cuts, and found
herself choosing a fair amount of clothes intended for teenagers or
young adults. The clothes she purchased were not immediately
provocative, but I liked what I saw, as her clothes more than hinted at
the attributes of the sexy body beneath.
For swimsuits, well, she hadn't shopped for suits to wear to the
neighborhood pool. She had purchased outfits that captured my
attention, and, frankly, everyone's. She ended up shopping from
catalogs and tanning salon type stores as she stocked some of the wilder
suits. She bought a nice one-piece conservative suit that she liked and
that would be good around familiar friends. But otherwise, it was
bikinis, something she hadn't worn since she was in college. She had
always liked suits that came high on her hips. Only now, she was also
choosing bottoms that barely rose above her pubic area. It had required
some shaving.
And the bikini tops she had chosen, well, she never would have worn them
around any of our friends. The tops held the smallest amount of fabric
possible and were fastened by little more than strings. Her hid
beneath fabric that gave the apparent potential of falling off given the
mildest casual upset. I was really excited about Hayley wearing
bikinis. With the weight loss and the muscle that now rippled at her
stomach, combined with skimpy suits, my looked absolutely
breathtaking. And besides, there really weren't many of our age group
who could still wear bikinis. I was pleased that my could.
It was four days into our cruise that we arrived at our selected island.
Unlike our previous cruise 10 years earlier, our table included couples
of almost the same ages and in the same life stages. While the group
was fun, both Hayley and I had been mindful that the new Hayley blew
away these women both in physique and dress. This was most obvious by
the way the had admired my while at the beach, by the pool, and
even in her more formal dresses during dinner. It was a great group,
and we enjoyed doing things together. It was, therefore, a difficult
matter of tact when it came to revealing that we had private plans for
the next port of call. We had only offered vague descriptions of where
we were going. Hayley mentioned the name of the beach to one of the
wives, and said only that she and I had heard about it from others (she
didn't say on the Internet!) and wanted to check it out.
And so we did. We hired a taxi, which took us to the beach. It was
only a short walk down the beach to the nearest stores where we would
either find or could call a return taxi. The beach was beautiful. It
had virgin white sand that gradually slipped under the clear blue water.
These islands were curious in that the beaches were only a couple of
hundred yards each, separated by rocks or a sharp curve in the
shoreline, and given different names. This certainly was not a beach
frequented by the cruise travelers, but the beach was gradually filling
with people who stayed in the nearby villas along the beach.
"Well, my sexy wife, here we are. If you want to back out, I will
understand. But, I want you to know that I think you're absolutely
beautiful, and the vision of you on this beach with only your g-string
would be a memory I would never forget."
Hayley didn't say anything. She walked to the middle of the of
beach and laid out her towel and set her bag down. I was just laying
down on my towel when she asked me to put suntan oil on. She removed
her beach cover, and was wearing a string bikini, with g-string bottom.
She already had a good base tan, but the oil was something different for
her. She usually preferred, and had used so far during our trip, a high
protection factor lotion. She laid on her stomach while I poured the
oil on her back. Her body glistened in the sun. I rubbed it all over
her back, her arms, her hips, legs, thighs, calves and feet. My
erection quickly grew, thinking of both how she might look without her
top and of how good her body felt while rubbing the oil in.
She turned over, and I began again, this time working from her feet up
her body. The g-string bottom was white, and as the oil touched it, it
turned almost transparent, but for some lining inside. Time to push the
issue. "How about the breasts?" She looked to either side, saw no one
in near proximity, and really, no one interested in our being there.
She had sat up, and reminded me, "Topless is allowed on this beach.
Remember that grabbing my isn't socially acceptable." She
reached behind her, stopped, and said, "Oh, why don't you do it for me?"
I quickly found the right strings, pulled, and freed her to the
world. She laid down and said, "Well, are you going to look all day or
are you going to rub oil in?" I quickly complied.
Covered in oil, she looked awesome. I had to sit up, both to keep an
eye on her exposed breasts, and to somewhat conceal my stiff cock
beneath my swimsuit. It was a self-defeating exercise. Hayley reached
inside her bag for something and retrieved it. Finally, she stood,
expanded her chest with a deep breath, relaxed, dropped a disposable
camera in my lap, and started walking towards the ocean to cool herself
in the water. I had difficulty trying to snap pictures and keep a clear
view of my wife.
After she was in the water but just a minute, a waiter from the local
beachside bar came. "You're Americans, aren't you?"
"Yes," I responded.
"Thought so. What can I get you to drink, mon?" I ordered a Margarita
for myself and a Pina Colada for Hayley. Maybe a little alcohol would
help her, but, hey, she was already past the major obstacle.
Hayley finally returned, and I understood how the waiter knew we were
Americans. It was a topless beach, and Hayley was probably the only
woman on it without tanned boobs. I thought it best not to tell her and
snapped the remaining pictures as she returned to her towel, saving one
last one for when she was lying on the towel. "Thanks, the was a
great idea. If it weren't for the waiter coming over, I probably would
have in my suit. You look stunning. Thank you."
"Well, we have all morning, so stare all you like. Just don't linger on
others who walk by."
The waiter returned with the drinks. He was very slow in handing the
drink to Hayley, looking her over from head to, well, cunt, with his
eyes. "If there is anything I can get you, just let me know." He
walked away. As he left, Hayley said, "For a topless beach, he sure
seemed interested in my top!"
"Yeah, I think I can guess what he'd like to get you." I looked at my
wife. She wasn't even blushing, having not shown her to a
other than her doctor or husband in over 14 years. I looked her over.
Her eyes were behind her reflective sunglasses. Her nipples were
pointed, from the cold of the water or from the attention, I couldn't
tell. Her bikini bottom was, well, the white looked great against her
tan skin, but it was definitely dark down the middle where her remaining
pubic hair remained. "Are your bottoms wet because of the water, or
because of being half naked?"
Later, Hayley decided that the rocks at one end of our beach might hold
some interesting shells, or that we would at least find something
interesting to look at. She invited me to go with her, knowing there
was no way I would say "no". The beach wasn't crowded, but quite a
number of couples had set up between us and the rocks, approximately 90
yards away. I remembered the absolute turn-on of walking with my bare
breasted in front of these other people. Sure, the other women
were topless, but all the still looked at Hayley as she walked by.
Aside from her tan line, I had also noticed that Hayley's were
larger than the women I saw. A part of me wished that some of the
jealous wives at the table, and for that matter, their husbands, could
see Hayley now! As Hayley walked, her jiggled sensually. I had
to keep adjusting my cock, which kept slipping to one side in my swim
trunks. The rocks, as it would turn out, had nothing interesting to
look at, so we returned to our towels. Hayley reached in her bag and
pulled out a Frisbee. "Want to play?"
Hayley only played a short time. The whole point was that she knew
running and jumping would make her bounce, and that I would
probably never recover from the sight. She was happily satisfied when I
shortly expressed my need for release. We returned to our towels, and
she pointed out that no one was close enough to see. I rolled on my
side facing towards her, rubbed my cock in my swim trunks, and quickly
came. After I had returned from "cooling off" in the water, I told
Hayley, "You know, the wait and the money was definitely worth just this
morning on the beach." She quickly pulled her nipple, and said she
thought so, too.
On the last day of the cruise, a couple from our table party had handed
Hayley an envelope. "We just wanted to give you a little souvenir for
you to remember the trip by. You can open it later." We all hugged and
separated. Hayley put the envelope in her purse, and remembered it
later during the flight home. She opened it. Inside were 8" x 10"
pictures of both of us walking on the beach, getting closer and closer.
Several shots were included that pictured Hayley's butt, our Frisbee
game, and my standing in the ocean washing her with water.
Others showed close-ups of her breasts. A note was included. "We had a
choice, go ride a pirate ship and drink some more, or go visit a local
beach. Hayley mentioned the name of the beach to Julie, and we asked
about it from the excursion desk. They said it wasn't a particularly
commercial spot, but that it was nice, private beach and that it was
French. We quickly figured out what you were up to, and thought it
would be fun to spy on you. So we hid behind the rocks. We thought you
might have seen us as you were coming towards us, but you didn't.
Julie wouldn't go topless, or we would have been on the beach with you.
As it is, we both enjoyed our morning and our evening (as we discussed
the morning's adventure in an intimate way). Here's the photos and the
negatives. We kept one copy. I can't say if the ship's photo lab kept
any copies. We would like to keep in touch. We gave you our phone
number and address, but we also have a small web site. Check it out
sometime and e-mail us."
It was difficult to discuss on the plane, for fear of others hearing us.
In the car ride home, Hayley said, "I can't believe they did that.
First taking pictures, and then keeping them. The rush developing must
have cost them a fortune."
"Well, I'm sure they were eager to see what the film had on it. I'm
kind of happy about it. Not only does the knowledge that someone we
know saw your make it an even more powerful memory, but knowing
that someone out there is probably jacking off to your pictures really
excites me! Besides, I'm sure these pictures are better than the ones I
took."
Hayley didn't say anything about how she felt about this. Instead, she
asked, "You don't seem a bit jealous that someone else has pictures of
me."
"Well, let me think. Maybe it's because you're mine, and the knowledge
that someone else desires my is both a compliment and a turn-on."
"So you're not jealous if someone sees me naked?"
"Well, not when I'm there to share in it. I wouldn't want you to be
flashing without me around. Look at you, you're beautiful and
sexy. You're probably going to get hit on when I'm not around, if you
haven't already."
"Yeah, flirt with me when I work out sometimes. Does that make you
jealous?"
"No, I just wish you would tell me about it when it happens. I trust
you."
The conversation had ended there. It was probably two weeks later that
she had come home from working out at the club, obviously tense. "You
said I should tell you. There was a new guy there today. He was kind of
cute, and it was funny how hard he worked to look at me without being
conspicuous." Hayley had worn a white leotard that dipped low on her
breasts, and she had worn skin tight black shorts with it. It was no
wonder the guy had looked. He probably had several good views of her
tits, especially when she was lying down or bending over. Hayley
continued, "There had been some other in the past who had looked,
but, well, you kind of expect that kind of thing. This guy was
different, though, because he caught my arm as I was about to leave and
asked if I was single."
"And you said?"
"What do you think I said? I told him I was married!"
"Good, but it would have been interesting to see what he said if you had
you were single."
"What does that mean? You want me to tease guys? Or that you don't
think I could pick up a guy?"
"Neither, Hayley. Don't get so defensive. It's just fun to think
about."
Two weeks later, Hayley had arranged for a baby-sitter and we went out
to eat. She wore a blue denim skirt and a black tube top. By my
request, she had given up wearing when she wore skirts or
dresses. The tube top was new. My wife's exercise had made her
a little smaller, but it didn't return all of their firmness. The tube
top was skin tight, and flattened her slightly. And since they
hung a little, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. The
restaurant, as it turned out, had been freezing, and her nipples stuck
out in the fabric. "It looks like you chose the wrong for the
restaurant," I had said.
"Yes, but it's the right for what's next," she answered.
"What's that?"
"Dancing. We're going. A friend told me about a club where the music
isn't too loud, they mix the types of dances, there's few teenagers, and
smoking is not permitted."
"You know I don't like to dance."
"Yes, but I know you will at least slow dance with me. But I still
intend to dance, with you or with someone else. It's been a long time,
and I don't think I'll have trouble finding a partner."
She didn't. We sat at a table near the dance floor. She sat patiently
through one song and saw that I wasn't about to dance to the faster
numbers. She made eye contact with a guy nearby, and she was quickly on
the dance floor. It was the right shirt, all right. Her swung
within her top as she danced, and she had a succession of dance
partners. Finally, a slow song began and I made myself get up and cut
in.
"I thought you might just watch all night."
"Watching you has been fun, but I wanted to get close, too."
"Uh huh, and I can feel why." She pressed her pelvis against my hard
on. As we danced, I kissed her neck, and watched as splotches grew.
"Stop that! I want to dance some more." So I stopped and felt my
wife's butt. The denim was thin, and the feel of her panty-less skin
was unmistakable.
When the song ended, we both had gone to the bathroom. I returned first
to the table, and watched for Hayley to come out. She did shortly, but
it looked like she had lowered her tube top slightly, revealing more of
her breasts. Before she got to me, a guy that she had danced with
several times stepped in and asked to dance some more, which she did.
My was having great fun. I was having fun watching, slowly getting
a buzz drinking beers. Her dance partners eventually sorted themselves
out to two, and then one. I had danced with her the second slow dance,
but by the time of the third, I thought she might have fun with the guy
she had been dancing with. As he held her, my looked past his
shoulder at me and slid her tongue between her teeth. I was glad she
still knew I was around. As the song progressed, they began to hug each
other closer, and I could see that the guy's hands were not only
touching her butt, but squeezing her buns. I was a little surprised,
but really, there was no harm done. And Hayley didn't seem to mind.
The faster songs began again. Hayley and her partner began mirroring
each other's moves. The guy started moving his arms up and down, and
Hayley quickly followed. This guy wasn't stupid; he was watching her
tits bounce like mad. I was a little jealous, not that the guy wasn't
me, but that he had the closer view. And I was turned on that my
and lover for 11 years was behaving this way.
Next came a series of shagging songs. Hayley loved these. Her partner
knew how to shag well, and for the first two numbers they didn't miss a
step. On the third song, however, the guy missed a hand connection and
palmed Hayley's as she went by. He made what looked to be an
obviously insincere attempt at saying he was sorry, and I was sure
Hayley would return to the table, but she didn't. Instead, she danced
another slow song with him. I saw him whisper in her ear, once again
clutching at her buns. They remained pressed together until the song
was over.
Hayley said something to him and returned to the table. "It's time to
go," she said. I was tired of the place, and I was losing my resolve
not to be jealous. I was wondering what might have been said in their
body to body embrace.
We had discussed it on the way home. She had told each of her partners
that she was here with her husband, and that she just wanted to dance.
The other had decided to go seek out single after the first
few dances, but the one guy had remained. He danced really well, and
she had really enjoyed herself.
As I had suspected, she felt his hard cock when they slow danced, and
she kept the pressure on him, in a way of encouraging him to continue to
dance. When he grabbed her butt, she didn't mind. It was the kind of
thing that happens on slow dances. When he had felt up her breasts, she
realized that maybe things were going too far. She knew I had been
watching them, and I didn't interrupt, so she had danced the last slow
dance on the assumption that it really was an accident and that I didn't
mind. Then he had whispered in her ear.
"Lady, you dance great. But really, I'm wondering why a woman
with no (he had said this as he squeezed her butt) and no bra
dresses that way for someone other than her husband. It seems like you
need more attention than your husband is giving."
As the dance ended, she had said, "Thanks for dancing with me. You're a
great dancer." And she had turned and left.
"Steven, I know you saw what he was doing. Why didn't you stop us?"
"Hayley, I figured that you were okay with it, because you kept dancing
with him. Besides, my cock has been hard for the past hour watching you
two."
Hayley had been silent a while, then she spoke, "And what if I had told
him that I do need more attention than my husband is giving me?"
It was my turn to be silent. I thought about how I had enjoyed the
looks were giving her, the way the bartender had looked at her on
the topless beach, and how hard my cock had been watching him fondle her
for those brief moments. I also considered how quickly I had when I
viewed the web site of our cruise dinner companions. The guy,
apparently with his wife's consent, had posted a about us and had
included pictures of us. Fortunately he had blurred the faces out and
didn't post our names, but Hayley's bare were probably being passed
around the Internet at that moment. I had showed Hayley the web site,
and after disbelief and a burst of anger, we had fucked standing at the
computer desk, looking at the screen and wondering how many people had
seen her tits.
How would I feel if another guy made it with my wife? My cock was rock
hard. "Hayley," I said as I put her hand on my lap, "here's your
answer. The thought of it turns me on."
"Would you let me do it?"
I paused to confirm the answer that had flashed to my brain. "Yes, but
I would want to be nearby in case there was trouble, and I'd really
prefer to watch."
When we arrived home, we had to wait to jump each other as the baby-
sitter had to be driven home. When I returned, Hayley was naked in the
garage, and she slowly backed up the steps as I approached. Inside the
house, we fucked as hard and as many times as since we were newlyweds.
This was repeated each night as we further fantasized, well not
fantasized, but actually discussed how this would work out. Ultimately,
we decided we were secure in our relationship, and that the sexual
thrill that this would bring was worth the chance for trying it once.
Hayley had only one request, which was that I not be in the room as it
would be too distracting for her. But I wanted to watch, so we agreed
that I could watch from the front porch if we left one blind slightly
open. We made plans for two weekends later.
So here we are. With my out the door, it was now my turn to get
ready. The efforts my had made both for her clothes and her hair
didn't really surprise me. It just let me know how horny this whole
scenario had made her. The only variable was her ability to pick up a
guy. With those clothes, I didn't think she would have a problem
finding partners to dance, but someone to take home might be a little
more difficult.
I left about a half hour later. I had cracked the blinds to where I
could see clearly inside. The night was dark, and I would be
further behind the trees in our front yard, so no one should see me on
the balcony later. Unknown to Hayley, I had also brought the Camcorder
and a tripod up to the porch, and I had laid it down until I would need
it later. I put black tape over the record light so it wouldn't be
noticed.
I also remembered to crack the window so I could hear what was going on.
I wasn't sure that this was anything that should be tried more than
once. I wanted to capture the memory, hoping that a tape would be
enough, so that the sexual peak that we had been on wouldn't have to
followed by more one night stands. No way around it, I was going to be
jealous.
Hayley had decided that the same dance club was the best route to go.
She was hoping that the same guy would be there, because it would be
easier to move forward from where she had left off. I arrived later and
stayed in the rear, watching for my wife.
She danced again with a number of men, and she appeared to be enjoying
herself. As she was actually hunting a lover for the first time in many
years, it was obvious she was very excited, and her sensual to outright
suggestive moves seemed to make her intentions clear. Over an hour went
by, and she didn't seem to have any luck, by her choice or the I
couldn't tell. But then, her luck arrived. It was the same guy, and he
immediately recognized her.
The guy was in shape, maybe because he danced a lot. He was a few years
younger than me, a little taller, and well, better looking. They
immediately hit it off, and I could see that he was checking around the
tables to see if her husband was there. He quickly got more aggressive,
pulling her closer, exploring more of her body with his hands, and
generally focusing all of his energy on her.
Hayley took off her jacket after several songs, and the thrust of her
breasts in the bustier captured his attention, and mine, even from a
distance. The jacket was warm, and Hayley was literally hot. My
looked like a woman ready for sex. She didn't look cheap, but just
looked like a lady who had a physical need and had dressed to make it
happen. In the shadows, I was able to rub my cock with my hand in my
pocket. It was going to be a long night.
They danced for over another hour. I was completely fascinated by my
wife's dance moves, her sexy swinging of her hips, and the abundance of
breast that she was showing this guy. At 10:30, she went to the
bathroom. She had made eye contact with me earlier and knew that I was
here. Our agreement was that when she came out of the bathroom, if she
returned to her table, I would step in and give her an exit. If she
returned to dancing, she was going to go through with it.
I continued to rub my cock, careful to not make a mess. When she came
out of the bathroom, she returned to her partner and spoke to him. She
had told me beforehand what she intended to say, if it was this guy or
some other. After talking about several ideas, she had set her mind on
the direct approach.
"This has been great fun. But dancing like this always gives me an
itch. I'm hoping you will follow me home."
The guy asked her a question, probably about where I was, for which she
had a prepared answer.
"My husband's at his with the kids. He wanted me to have a
weekend to relax, and I want an evening with you. Will you come?"
We planned on Hayley giving one more dance after she had popped the
question to give me enough time for a head start. I quickly left for
home and parked the car in the neighbor's drive way, as they were gone
for the weekend. Hayley would see my car, but the guy wouldn't think
anything of it.
I didn't have to wait long. He followed her down the driveway. The
next time I saw her, she walked into the room with his arms already
around her, squeezing her through her bustier. I was sitting
in a chair, peeking through the window blind, knowing that somehow I was
going to have to be quiet. The was filming through a separate
blind.
I had all but stripped as soon as their cars had made it down the
driveway. Now I was actively pulling on my cock. I had helped button
the back of her outfit, and now this guy quickly unbuttoned and removed
her top, freeing her breasts. As his hands quickly covered her breasts,
my closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, already in a state of
passion. As much as I loved playing with her tits, this guy quickly
released them to yank her skirt to the floor. He moved her to the end
of the bed (which also gave me the best possible view) and bent her over
the edge. Hayley spread her legs and wiggled her butt, inviting him.
He quickly lowered his pants and thrust his cock into my wife's cunt.
My wife's cunt!
I'm not sure if I ever told my wife, but her face is the most beautiful
when she is getting fucked. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her mouth is
open wide, her breathing is heavy, her groans escape from her throat,
her face is flushed, and, well, she's just beautiful. I was now
watching her face in the heat of passion, watching this stranger's cock
thrust into her cunt, and I blew my load all over my chest.
I had been worried that my doubts would return as soon as this had
happened, but my cock stayed hard, and I kept stroking it. It didn't
take the guy too much longer, and he came in my wife's His cock
softened considerably after he pulled out. Hayley remained bent over
the bed, breathing hard. The guy took command and helped her up onto
the bed. She laid down on her back as he quickly moved to hover above
her, on her nipples and roughly thrusting two or more fingers in
her cunt.
His cock quickly became hard again and he told her, told her!, to suck
his cock. The position was awkward on top of the bed, so he asked her
to kneel on the floor. He planted his feet and leaned back against the
bed, placed his hands on back of her head, and pulled her mouth onto his
cock.
I was jealous, and my cock was rock hard. I would never have guessed
that a guy could get Hayley to take his thrusting cock into her mouth so
easily. Hayley looked quite a slut, with dripping from her as
she knelt before him. He withdrew from her mouth and laid back on the
bed, causing his cock to stick straight out. His cock was about 7", at
least a full inch longer than mine. I had to remind myself that I knew
I would be jealous. I thought, and would have bet, that Hayley would
have changed to doing something else, but instead, she used both hands
and continued to lick and suck on him like her life depended on it. The
guy began thrusting his hips, and soon he was cumming in my wife's
mouth.
When she had finished milking his cock, she turned to the window where
she knew I would be, and let some of his drip on her breasts. Once
again, I came on my chest. I couldn't believe the way she was enjoying
herself and taunting me with the on her breasts. The guy came up
behind her, stroking her and smearing the cum. "Come on,
swallow it all." She licked what was left around her mouth. She would
never have done that for me, either. How was I supposed to take this?
She hadn't made a serious effort at a blow-job for me since we were
dating.
The guy moved Hayley back on the bed, and he moved her so that her
was on the edge. He got on his knees and started eating her out. My
wife had made it clear that she didn't particularly enjoy this either.
And here she was with her open for him to see and lick. I hadn't
thought about what form her lovemaking would take with another guy, but
only the straight fucking. It dawned on me now that he was going
through all the "basics" of sex, it was just that in being considerate
to my wife, he was getting to do things that I didn't. Again, jealousy
made my cock hard.
After he had lapped to his content, with more than a little emotion from
my wife, his cock had recovered enough to fuck her in the same position.
This time, he did her slowly. I enjoyed watching the length of his cock
sink into the depth's of my wife's pussy. As his hands reached forward
to grope her and pull on her nipples, her face once again
transformed to that beautiful state where her sex ruled her body. My
cock wasn't worn out, and I brought myself to another orgasm.
I recovered to several times more that night. Neither the guy nor
Hayley appeared in a rush for him to leave. After several additional
fucks, this became torture for me, as I wanted to fuck my wife. The
film in the ran out. They snuggled and fondled each other for a
long time, then enjoyed yet another fuck, doggy style on the bed, and
Hayley finally told him that she would prefer him to go home rather than
stay for the night. The guy protested a little, but looked pretty beat
and left.
After he left, I awaited Hayley to return up the stairs. My cock was
hard again at the sight of her. was leaking down her legs, and I
could see it matted in her hair. More had dried on her tits,
and she had a wanton look in her eyes. She laid back on the bed, spread
her legs, and said, "I want you in here." Her could have accepted
two cocks, the was so big and there was so much for
lubrication. As we fucked, we kissed, something I realized the guy
never did. Maybe she, at least, held that back for me.
After I added a small amount of to her cunt, we cleaned ourselves
off with a shower. We were both tired, but we both managed a "no
regrets" before rolling over to sleep. My thoughts faded, wondering if
I would ever receive the passion that she had shared with a new lover.
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