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Subject: {ASSM} One Night At A Party (Wife,cheat,MMMF,MFMF)
Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2001 21:10:02 -0400
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   Subject: One Night At A Party (Wife, cheat, MMMF,MFMF)

   I am 34 and my wife, Mary, is 29.  She's the sister of a guy I was at
college with, and I first met her at his 21st birthday party.  She was only
sixteen then, but we hit it off right away and we soon started going out
together and, just after she turned eighteen, we had sex together.

   It wasn't the first time for me, but it was for her, and I'm as sure as
I can be that she hasn't had anyone else but me.  Or, at least, I was quite
sure until six months ago...

   We've been married for just less than 10 years, and we've got two kids -
both boys - ages 9 and 7.  Mary started teaching again when our younger son
went to school when he was five, and we were able to move to a bigger house
in a nice neighbourhood.

   We have quite a good social life - centred mainly round the tennis club,
where we both play.  About once a month, there is a party in someone's
house, with about the same twelve to fifteen married couples of about our
own age turning up.

   It's the usual thing - plenty music and drinking and dancing and a
certain amount of flirting, but nothing very serious.  There's certainly
nothing serious as far as I'm concerned - Mary made it quite clear what she
would if she caught me even kissing any of the other wives, so my
activities in that direction have been restricted to a few lingeringly slow
dances when the lights were turned down, with my dancing partner
undoubtedly aware of my erection pressing against her, but never mentioning
it!

   It's not unknown, during these moments, for the girl to put her arms
round the man's neck, while he cups his hands round her bottom and both
Mary and I have gone that far with other partners, but that's it!

   Or, at least it was, until one party late last year - just before
Christmas.

   It was late, and a slow record was playing for about nine or ten couples
to dance to in the dimly-lit lounge.  I went into the kitchen to pour
myself another drink.  The serving-hatch to the lounge was open, and I
could see Mary dancing with Billy - a little red-haired lively guy, who
certainly has an eye for women.

   Mary is actually a little taller than Billy and actually had to drop her
head a little on to his shoulder to dance cheek to cheek with him.  Her
arms were draped across his shoulders, and his hands were, inevitably,
clutching her slim hips.

   As I watched, I realised that his hands were doing a little more than
just clutching.  He was gently squeezing and stroking her bottom cheeks,
and I was a bit surprised that she was letting him do that.  I thought the
unwritten rule was that your hands could only stay there if they didn't
actually move!

   I also realised that, every so often, Billy was pulling the lower half
of Mary's body into him - no doubt, to let her feel his hard cock pressing
against her.  Their feet weren't actually moving much, at all, on the floor
- they were practically immobile, just sort of swaying together.

   Then one of Billy's hands moved away from Mary's hips and travelled up
the front of her body.  They were very tightly pressed together, but, to my
astonishment, Mary eased her top half slightly away from Billy to let his
hand travel upwards and close round the swelling of her left breast in her
silk blouse.  Then she pressed against him again, trapping his hand between
their two bodies.

   I glanced round the kitchen to see if anyone else had seen what I had
seen, but there were just two other guys there, and they were engrossed in
conversation.

   I looked back through the hatch.  I didn't know what to think - or what
to do.  I was mad - sure - at Mary's hypocrisy in laying down all these
rules for me, then letting some guy grope her tits.  But - and I didn't
know whether it was because I'd had too much to drink - I was also turned
on.

   They had actually turned slightly and I could no longer see Billy's hand
on Mary's breast, but the thought of him feeling it was making my mouth dry
- and my cock hard!  I had been feeling Mary's tits for twelve years now
and, although they're nice and round and firm, I realised I'd got used to
them and sort of taken them for granted.  Now, for the first time, I
thought about how another guy would feel, touching them, and it really
aroused me.

   But I couldn't stand there any longer, spying through the hatch and, on
an impulse, I picked up my beer glass and went out the back door into the
garden.  I stood by a rose bush and took a long drink.  My hands were
shaking and my mind was in turmoil.  I kept seeing Billy's hand reaching up
and closing over Mary's breast and I kept trying to subdue the excitement
the memory gave me.

   I must have stayed out there about five minutes before I realised that
part of the reason I was still shaking was that it was cold, and I turned
to go back inside.  At that moment, Billy came out the back door and cupped
his hands, to light a cigarette.  He looked up and saw me.

   "Hi, Charlie," he said, cheerfully.  "Good party, huh?" Then he saw my
glass and said - "Oh, let's have some of that.  It's warm work, all that
dancing!"

   I knew I had to say something now, or I never would.

   "I saw you - and Mary - in there, just now," I said, lamely, but then
couldn't think how to go on.  How do you challenge a guy who's been feeling
up your wife?  But Billy obviously read into my tone what I wasn't actually
saying, and he looked a little embarrassed.

   "Oh, yeah," he said.  "Look, sorry about that, Charlie - I guess I - we
- got a bit carried away."

   To my horror, I heard myself say - "Yeah, well, that's O.K., then.  As
long as it's not ....."

   "Oh, no!" said Billy.  "No, just one of those party things - you know
what it's like.  A few drinks - the girl's relaxed and, well, your hands
begin to wander."

   I laughed, weakly.  I knew I was getting this all wrong, but Billy was
treating it lightly now, his momentary embarrassment gone, and I felt
stupid for taking it seriously.

   "Yeah," I laughed, a bit weakly.  "I'll have to go back in and try it on
with Sheila a bit later."

   Sheila is Billy's wife.  He laughed.  "Be my guest!" he said.  "But
don't count on getting anywhere - I'm having trouble there these days,
myself!  Anyway," he added, taking another pull at my beer glass, "Mary's a
lot better up top than Sheila.  She's got really nice tits, you know,
Charlie."

   Once again, I was in turmoil.  I couldn't believe Billy was talking so
calmly about this.

   "Look, Billy," I said.  "I'm really not too happy about ...  what
happened in there.  I happen to think I should be the only one to touch
Mary - there - and ..." But Billy interrupted me.

   "Oh, come on," he said.  "It's not that unusual.  You're not telling me
you haven't fumbled inside a few bras at these parties, surely?  How about
Linda?  Surely you've had a diddle at her floppy puppies?"

   "No," I said, but my mind was reeling at Billy's comment about getting
"inside a few bras" - was he saying he had felt Mary's naked breasts - her
nipples?  I cursed silently as I felt my cock stiffen at the thought.

   "Look, Billy - maybe it would help if you told me exactly what
happened," I said, instinct telling me that Billy would enjoy telling me
about it and acknowledging, miserably, to myself that I really wanted to
hear.

   "Yeah, O.K.," he said, smiling.  "Well, we were dancing a slow one well,
O.K.  I asked her to dance that one, specially, because...  well..  " He
shrugged, and carried on.

   "Anyway, I put my hands round her waist and she put her hands over my
shoulders.  So, I pulled her close until we were touching all the way down
- you know what I mean!"

   I nodded, thinking of Billy's erection pressing against Mary's stomach.

   "Well, then I dropped my hands round Mary's hips and she closed her arms
round my neck and put her face against mine.  I squeezed her bum a little
and pressed her against me and she said 'mmmm' and just sort of moved
herself against me.  I could feel her tits against my chest and so I
started to slide a hand off her bum and up to her waist.  Then I felt her
ease her top half away from mine, but she kept in down below, and I knew I
was O.K.  for a feel up there.  So I slid my hand up until I felt the
swelling in her blouse.  I put my hand on top of it and Mary closed up
again - to try to hide what we were up to, I suppose."

   He paused and lit another cigarette.  My mouth was as dry as a bone as I
listened to him.

   "Well, I gave it a few squeezes and tried to feel her nipple through the
blouse, and then she whispered to me - 'It fastens at the front'.  So I
moved my hand over and undid the top buttons of her blouse.  Then I felt
inside and found the fastening of her bra, and undid it.  And then - well -
I slipped my hand inside and eased under her bra-cup until her bare breast
was in my hand.  She said 'mmmm' again and I took her nipple between my
fingers and tickled the end of it.  Then the music stopped and - well, that
was it."

   He looked at me.  "Have you really never copped a feel of a bare tit at
one of these, Charlie?"

   I shook my head.  Actually, the revelation that, after I had stopped
watching, Billy had felt my wife's naked breast and nipple, had made me
practically incapable of speech.

   "It's not such a big deal," he said.  "I mean, I'm sorry you saw me with
Mary, but that's just one of those things.  To be perfectly honest, I can
think of six or seven girls here to-night that I've done much the same
thing with in the last year - and I'm not the only one!  Tom's probably
done even better than me mind you, he hasn't felt as many tits as his
wife's had men feeling hers!"

   "Was that the first time - with you and Mary?" I asked suddenly.  The
question took Billy by surprise - and he was too surprised to lie.  He
shook his head.

   "No, we've done that a couple of times before - but no more than that,"
he added, hastily.

   "Has it gone further - with anybody?" I asked, and Billy chuckled.

   "Are you looking for a few tips?" he said.

   "No!" I replied.  "It's just - well, I had no idea ..."

   Billy looked at me a bit strangely.

   "Well, a couple of times it has - gone a bit further, I mean.  Last New
Year, I managed to finger Nicola's pussy while we were dancing - inside her
panties.  Man, that was good, but she was pretty drunk and she's kept away
from me since.  And I've slipped a finger inside Linda once or twice."

   "What about Sheila?" I said.  "Don't you worry about someone feeling her
up?"

   "Not really," he said.  "I don't actually know, for sure, that anyone
has, but I wouldn't be surprised.  She dances as close as any of the other
girls and some of the guys are bound to have tried.  As a matter of fact,
it turns me on a little, thinking about some guy getting a hard-on with
Sheila's tits in his hands.  Tell you what - if you get anywhere with her,
tell me about it!"

   "So, do the guys talk about it, then?" I pressed, curious.

   "Yeah," Billy said.  "Only, they only talk about the times with girls
whose husbands aren't around at the time they're talking - if you know what
I mean!"

   "So what do they say about Mary, then?" I had to ask - and Billy knew I
was going to.

   "Man," he said.  "I don't know.  You know what guys are like - you don't
know who you can believe!  I'll tell you this - they all want a feel of her
tits."

   "Do any of them say they've - had one - a feel, I mean?"

   "Yeah - one or two, but, like I say, they may be just dreamin'"

   "But what have you heard?" I insisted.

   "Well, Tom has - and I know 'cause I seen him."

   "When?"

   "Last summer - at the beach barbecue.  Me and him chased Mary and
Beverley into the trees and, well, we horsed around a little and eventually
got their tops off and .....  "

   At this point I interrupted him.

   "Listen," I said.  "Let's go and get ourselves another beer and sit down
at that table over there.  I want you to tell me exactly what happened."

   He looked a bit dubious, but he came with me back into the house and we
picked up a couple of cans and settled down in a dark corner at the bottom
of the garden.  The night had turned milder and it wasn't the cold that was
making me tremble now - it was anticipation!  I wanted every last detail of
how Tom and Billy had uncovered my wife's breasts - and what else?

   "Listen," said Billy, as we settled down opposite each other at the
rustic wooden table.  "I'm sorry if I upset you, Charlie.  You're a good
mate, and ....  "

   "Hey, it's OK, man," I said.  "I'm not mad.  I just want to know - what
happened."

   Billy looked up into my eyes and I thought I detected a flash of
understanding.  I dropped my eyes and took a mouthful of beer.

   "Well," Billy said.  "It was quite late on, and the four of us were just
sharing a few beers and talking.  We were a little away from the rest of
you - up at the top of the beach, near the trees.  Well, I said something a
bit cheeky to Beverley and she flipped her can at me and some beer came out
and hit me on the face.  I jumped up and she must have thought I was coming
for her, cause she ran away, laughing, towards the trees.  Well, I chased
her and the other two - Tom and Mary - chased after us."

   "We were all pretty drunk - I remember we were staggering a bit. 
Beverley didn't run too far.  She eventually collapsed on the sand,
laughing, and I just fell down beside her.  I must admit it crossed my mind
that something might happen if I fell down beside her - or on top of her!
Well, anyway, I don't remember too clearly how it happened, but the next
thing I knew I was sitting on her stomach and she was on her back, looking
up at me."

   "Well, I grabbed her hands and forced them back behind her head, then
leant forward and kissed her on the mouth.  She didn't resist.  She stopped
struggling and returned my kiss and, after a few seconds, I moved my hands
and put them on her tits and squeezed them through her t-shirt.  She lifted
her hands up and put them round my neck, so I thought - why not?"

   "So I slipped my hands under her t-shirt and felt them through her bra
and, when she still didn't resist, I pushed her bra up over them and well,
there they were, in my hands!  I hadn't felt Beverley's tits before and
they felt real nice - big and soft, with little hard nipples.  Her nipples
were really hard."

   "Well, now I wanted to see them, so I took my mouth away from hers so
that I could have a look.  But, before I lifted her t-shirt, I turned round
to see where Tom and Mary were.  They were standing just behind my right
shoulder Mary in front, with Tom behind.  He had his arms round her and his
hands were on her tits - her breasts - on top of her t-shirt, with her
hands on top of his.  She was leaning back into him and squeezing his hands
as they squeezed her tits."

   My breathing stopped as my mind's eye pictured Mary - my Mary standing
in front of big quiet Tom, his hands fondling and caressing her breasts. 
Billy went on.

   "I turned back to Beverley and lifted her t-shirt up to her shoulders so
I could see her bare tits - and she put her hands up and started touching
them - you know, fondling them and teasing her nipples.  She had her eyes
shut, and she was moaning quietly.  I put my own hands down and started
touching her nipples, too, then turned to see what Tom was doing."

   "Mary still had her hands over her breasts, but Tom had the back of her
t-shirt up and he was obviously unclipping her bra, then his hands slid
round the front again and I could see their shape under Mary's t-shirt as
they slipped over her tits."

   "Actually, I was a bit jealous, then - sorry, Charlie!  - because I
hadn't ever seen Mary's tits and, given the choice, I'd rather see hers
than Beverley's any day.  But, anyway, I needn't have worried, because Tom
didn't hang about feeling her tits under her shirt - he pulled her t-shirt
and bra right over her head, so she was naked from the waist up."

   I couldn't help it.  "Mary?" I exclaimed.  "Mary was?"

   Billy grinned.  "Yep," he said.  "Standing there - tits full out - with
Tom fondling these big brown nipples.  You should've seen it, Charlie -
you'd have been proud of her."

   My cock was painfully erect as I visualised the scene.  It was hard to
credit.  I had no idea that Mary could be so - brazen.  Allowing her naked
breasts to be exposed like that - but there was no doubt in my mind that
Billy was telling the truth.

   "What happened then?" I practically croaked.

   "Well," Billy continued.  "I followed Tom's example.  I stripped
Beverley above the waist and then got her to her feet.  I kissed her and
felt her tits for a bit, but then I managed a swap, so that I got a turn
with Mary and Tom had Bev."

   At that, for some reason, I felt angry at Billy for manipulating things
so that he got his turn to feel my wife's tits, but I said nothing.

   Billy hesitated for a moment, then went on - "She enjoys having her
nipples kissed, doesn't she, Charlie?"

   "Oh, Jesus," I said.  "Does she not?" Anger momentarily gone, I
visualised Billy bending down and taking Mary's engorged nipple into his
mouth - I saw her head fall back in ecstasy and heard her low moan of
pleasure.  Would Billy have known that this was the moment to slip a hand
between her thighs and slide a finger between her slippery, engorged
vaginal lips?

   "Now, don't get me wrong," said Billy.  "She didn't let either of us
inside her panties but, well, when I felt her reaction to my mouth on her
nipple, I put a hand down between her legs and I could feel the dampness on
her beach shorts.  She didn't stop me pushing my fingers against her shorts
but, when I tried to slip them inside, she put her hand down and stopped
me."

   "Did she touch ...  you?" I managed to ask, not knowing what I wanted
his answer to be.

   Billy shook his head.

   "No," he said.  "As a matter of fact, that was the end of it.  Tony came
looking for Beverley and we had about two seconds to sort ourselves out and
pretend to be just horsing around.  I don't think Tony was fooled, though -
did he never say anything to you about it?"

   "No," I said, truthfully.

   We lapsed into silence for a few seconds, then Billy said - "You know
what I said about getting turned on by some guy feeling Sheila's tits on
the quiet?"

   "Yeah," I said, wondering what he was leading up to.

   "Well, I guess you're a little the same, aren't you, Charlie?"

   "No way!" I denied, hotly, but he held up his hand.

   "Hey!" he said.  "It's cool - I was just going to say - well, next time
you and Mary get it on, you think about it, and see if it turns you on,
then."

   "What for?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.

   He laughed, a little sheepishly.

   "Well, listen," he said, "but this is only between you and me, right?"

   "Right," I said.

   "Well, one night, while I was, you know, feeling up Sheila's tits, in
bed, I said something to her about other guys trying to cop a feel, and she
started telling me about one time when three guys at her school cornered
her in a cloakroom and stripped her to the waist and played with her tits.
She was squealing and protesting, but there was no-one else around and two
of them held her while the other one pulled off her top clothes, then they
all had a feel of her tits."

   "Well, until then I had been the model husband - you know, pretending my
wife never had a sex life before me - but this story really gave me a
hard-on and, after that, well, I kept at her to tell me about more things
that had happened and I found it really turned me on!"

   "But the real big surprise was when I found out that the biggest turn-on
was her telling me about things that have happened since we've been
together that was even better!  Me knowing that some guy I knew had felt
her up, and he didn't know that I knew!  I don't know why it is but I tell
you, Charlie, hearing about that gives me a bigger blast than anything -
even copping a feel myself!"

   By now, I was really uncomfortable.  I was trying to imagine Mary
telling me about how Billy and Tom had played with her exposed tits last
summer and my cock was like a piece of iron!

   "You enjoyed me telling you about me and Mary, didn't you, Charlie?"
said Billy, levelly.

   "I ...  I honestly don't know, Billy," I said.

   "Sure you don't," he teased, grinning.  "You hated hearing about me
tonguing her nipples at the barbecue, didn't you - then feeling between her
legs.  You were disappointed that I didn't get inside her panties, weren't
you?  You'd like to have heard about me slipping a finger inside her,
wouldn't you?"

   "Are you sure you didn't?" I challenged him, angry and embarrassed.

   He laughed - really laughed, with amusement.

   "I think I'll just leave you guessing about that," he said.  "You think
about it, tonight, when you get Mary home - see if it gives you a hard-on!"


   He stood up.

   "I'm getting cold out here.  I'm going back in.  Say," he added - "why
don't you have a turn with Sheila before this thing finishes.  See if you
can cop a feel get your revenge!  By the way, I was lying earlier - about
Sheila, I mean.  She's told me about one or two guys who've felt her up -
and a few she wouldn't mind trying!  I think you'd be OK there!"

   And he went back inside.  I sat down again, sipping my beer, and trying
to sort out my thoughts.  The logical part of me said I should have this
out with Mary and put a stop to it, once and for all, but something deeper
told me I was feeling a depth of arousal I hadn't felt for several years,
certainly in connection with my wife.  The constant excitement of our early
sexual relations had long since dimmed and, although we still had our
moments, they weren't either frequent or long-lasting.

   But now, my mouth was dry as I thought about her and my mind kept
drifting towards getting her into bed.  The thought of sliding my hands
inside her nightdress to fondle her breasts was breathtakingly exciting -
and I couldn't deny the fact that it was because I knew Billy had been
there already - and who else?  I remembered what Billy had said about
getting Sheila to tell him about her early experiences - I would try that!

   I finished my beer and went back into the house.  The lights were back
up in the lounge; the music was loud; the dancing energetic.  Billy was
dancing with Nicola.  I remembered what he had said about getting inside
her panties at New Year - it was hard to believe as I looked at them, but
then so was him feeling Mary's tits and I'd seen that with my own eyes.

   "Are you OK, Charlie?" The voice behind me was Mary's.

   "Yeah, sure," I replied, automatically, turning to look at her, my eyes
straying, involuntarily to her front-fastening blouse - and her
front-fastening bra!  "I just needed some fresh air."

   "What were you talking to Billy about?" she said.  Was it my
imagination, or was she a little nervous?  I met her eye.  At first, she
held my gaze, but then she turned to look at the dancers.

   Sod it, I thought, let her wonder!

   "Let's have a dance," I said.  I think her smile held a hint of relief,
and we took to the floor.

   We stayed together for the remainder of the party.  It only lasted about
another hour, and we walked home.  The kids were sleeping out and we had
the house to ourselves.  All the way home, I was determined to start making
love to Mary before we went to bed - I was determined to emulate Billy and
unbutton her blouse and undo her bra myself.  It wasn't going to be as easy
as it sounded - I couldn't remember the last time I'd started on her
without her already being in her nightclothes, or in nothing at all.

   We were walking hand in hand, as usual.  On an impulse, I slid my arm
round her waist and she eased into me, comfortably, smiling up at me.  I
bent down to kiss her.  I meant it to be just a peck, but our lips met and
her mouth opened.  We stopped, and kissed properly.  It was a long one and
I felt myself getting hard.

   When we had been 'going out', we'd have waited until we were in a dark
corner, or a lane, so we could go a bit further.  This gave me an idea. 
When we finished kissing, we walked on, Mary's arm round my waist, too.  It
was a clear, frosty night, but we had had plenty of those years ago, and it
hadn't stopped us.

   We were passing a dark lane, between the back gardens of two rows of
houses, and I steered Mary into it.  She didn't say anything, and followed
me without protest, or surprise.  In the middle, the darkest part, I
stopped and turned her towards me.  She looked up, and I kissed her again.
She responded, again, with her lips parted, and she put her arms round my
neck.  I cupped my hands round her bottom and pulled her into me.

   We were both wearing thick coats and I unfastened, first mine, then
Mary's, so that we could feel each other's warmth.  I eased her back
against a garden wall.  She clung to my mouth and her body moved against
me.

   I pushed a hand up between us and squeezed her left breast, over her
blouse.  Her tongue slid between my lips and I squeezed a little harder. 
My fingers trembling, I started on the buttons of her blouse.  Her hand
slid between us and found the shape of my cock in my trousers.

   Had she done that to Billy?  No, surely not.  But would he have said so
- if she had?  I reached the last button, undid it, and slipped my hand
inside.  I felt the smooth skin of her belly and moved up to cover her
bra-cup.  How had Billy felt when he got this far?  Did he think it would
be journey's end?  I squeezed the cup - it was light, yielding material,
and it was well-filled.

   "It opens at the front, Charlie." Her whisper was low, conspiratorial.

   Jesus - that was what she had said to Billy!  Now, I was Billy!  This
was forbidden territory - my mouth was dry, my fingers shaking, my cock
hard.  I fumbled with the clasps - had Billy taken so long?  - then,
suddenly, they parted and her glorious naked breast tumbled out into my
waiting hand.  I inserted my other hand, to feel her other tit.  Both
nipples were rock-hard and Mary's breathing was shaky and passionate.  Her
lips were wet and her tongue was darting in and out of my mouth.  Her hand
squeezed my cock, hard, then she dragged her lips away from mine, and
whispered - "The house is empty, Charlie - why don't you take me home and
fuck my brains out!"

   In all our time together, I had never heard Mary use the word 'fuck' nor
had I used it in front of her.  It really turned me on.

   "Only if I can feel your tits all the way home," I whispered.  She
pushed me away and ran down the lane.  Then she turned to face me.  Her
coat was held wide open, and her blouse.  Her bra had disappeared.  Her
naked breasts gleamed in the frosty moonlight.

   "You'll have to catch me," she shouted, then turned and fled.  I was
catching her up, just at the end of the lane, when she suddenly squealed
and about-turned, pulling her coat closed and grabbing my arm.  She tucked
her head into my chest and she was giggling uncontrollably as we hurried
past a middle-aged man, walking his dog.  He studiously avoided meeting my
eyes as we rushed past.

   "Did he see?" I hissed, when we were out of earshot.

   "Yes!" Mary said.  "How embarrassing!"

   "Lucky him!" I said.

   Mary raised her head and glanced round.  "Yes!" she said, and whipped
her coat open again and ran for our back gate...  

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