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I would enjoy this group having real
discussion and more real stories.
I hope it does not become filled
with spam.
The below is a cuckold story just
posted on a.s.s.c by a commercial
site. I left all credits attached.
I am not connected with commercial
activity, but this is a better than
average story.
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Take My Wife, Please!
I'd become obsessed with seeing my wife fuck another man. It started
with reading letters to Penthouse and the like and finding the
'wife-watching one to be a real turnon - - especially the ones where
the sweet, innocent wife turns gets turned on to fucking other men.
When I found usenet and alt.sex.stories and alt.sex.wanted I thought
I'd found a way to make it happen. I posted an ad "Take my wife
please"
'I fantasize about watching my wife fuck another man. The idea turns
her on too, when we're making love - - but out of the bedroom she
wouldn't hear of it. She's somewhat prissy - Sunday School teacher,
GIrl Scout leader. She's not a playmate - mid forties, housewifey
cute. I'm looking for a guy who's willing to take a little time to
seduce her and bring a little excitement into our lives.'
Of course I got the expected bunch of "I'll fuck yer wife, I'll fuck
her gud, snort" responses. But I got a few supportive letters form
couples who'd done it and a few thoughtful letters from guys in my
area. One guy, named Alan, seemed sensitive and romantic.
We e-mailed back and forth and finally met. I knew Kristen would go
for him - she's a Tom Selleck nut and Alan looks a little like him -
tall (about 6 '), in reasonable shape for a guy mid-40s, dark brown
hair and mustache and a shy smile. I showed him Kris' picture and his
eyes lit up. She's really no knockout - cute at best, although I
think her perm makes her look a little like Harpo Marx. But this
picture of her was in a Speedo tank suit and it revealed her ass and
legs, her best features. She's athletic - still swims a couple of
nights a week and in pretty good shape. She has tiny tits, but
fantastically responsive nipples. She's 5'6" and that's one of the
reasons I knew she'd like Alan - I'm only 5'2" and I know she
sometimes wishes she could've married a taller guy. After a few beers
I was telling him everything I knew about her sexually, which is a
bunch after 23 years of marriage. I was only her second lover, and
the first was a kid who knew nothing, so I'm the only man she's ever
had an orgasm with. I told him that after a few drinks, a little bit
of kink would show through - she'd want to be tied and spanked, but
she'd never let it get too far with me - like the proper side of her
would never let the slutty side run free. I was always afraid to push
it.
So we set up a meeting - - one night I called Kris and said I'd been
working on this guys computer and he wanted to take us out to thank me
- - no big deal, just meet us there. She agreed and I told her the
name of the restaurant and we met. It was a pleasant start - we all
three got along ok, making the usual jokes and small talk. Kris had a
couple of glasses of wine and loosened up just a bit. Just about when
we were going to leave, a band came on and started playing. Kris
loves to dance and I'm not much on the dance floor, so when Alan asked
her to dance she said "sure!" then looked to see if it was ok with me.
I nodded and he whisked her away. They looked great together - he held
her very formally during the slow dances - - and they didn't return
until after five songs. I ordered Irish coffee all around and Kris and
Alan danced another two dances waiting for it to arrive. When we got
home that night, Kris was amorous without any prompting from me, and
I had a feeling this was gonna work out.
We had a number of innocent encounters - I had Alan over to help me
with some computer upgrades and then we all went down to the lake for
a swim. He stayed to dinner (with lots of wine for Kris) and we played
some board games. He flirted with her innocently and she flirted
back. At one point Kris complained how tired she felt from the swim
and Alan massaged her shoulders and down her back - - but he didn't do
anything to make her uncomfortable. When he left, he took Kris' hand
and kissed it as he said goodnight. Again she was ready to make love
the minute we got into the bedroom. This time I teased her about who
was she fucking tonight, me or Alan, and even in the dim light I could
see her blush.
A few weeks later Kris was going out to a club with a couple of her
girlfriends - two single and one other old married lady. I told Alan
where they were going and he arranged to "bump into" her. He phoned
me at the end of the evening and said they'd spent the whole time
together dancing, talking. He'd held her hand and stroked her back
and given her another shoulder rub. He said when he'd walked her to
his car he'd given her a long sensuous kiss, with a lot of tongue, and
that she returned it lick for lick. But when he tried to talk her into
going home with him, she said she couldn't. He said he'd call her
tomorrow to 'apologize'. I had a hard on the whole time waiting for
her to get home and when she did I kissed her passionately, incredibly
aroused to know that another man's lips had been there less than an
hour before. When we made love I talked about how I'd love to see Alan
making love to her - how I'd love to see his cock sliding in to her -
and I got the most enthusiastic fucking I'd had in years.
The next day Alan called right when he said he would - I let Kris
answer than quietly picked up the extension in the basement. "Kristen,
I was out of line last night. I had no business kissing you like that,
no business trying to seduce you. I've just come to be so turned on by
you. I have so much fun when we're together, when we dance. I feel so
good holding you I never want to let go. I just know we'd be as good
in bed as we are on the dance floor. But I was out of line. I'm sorry
if you were offended"
Kris was silent for a small eternity. Finally she replied breathily
"Alan. I'm thrilled that you feel that way. And I know how you feel.
When we dance and I lean my head on your chest and I feel your arms
around me, I'm in heaven. That kiss was wonderful and I wouldn't have
missed it for the world. But I'm a married woman, pretty happily
married. I don't play around, even with someone like you. "
"Look - I don't want to screw up my friendship with you and Rob. Let
me make it up to you - - prove that we can still have a platonic
relationship. I don't want to lose you as a friend because I couldn't
control my hormones. Look why don't the three of us go out next
Friday, dinner, dancing, my treat." "Ok, I'll check with Rob and get
back to you". When she came down to the basement she asked if I had
plans for Friday.I told her there was nothing certain, but I was
trying to get into a poker game with some guys at work - I wouldn't
know until Friday. She called Alan back and told him and he said
"let's hang loose - - I'll call on Friday and if you're free we'll do
it" She said "ok" and hung up.
Friday came and I told her the poker game was on. She looked
disappointed. I suggested she do something with the girls, she
shouldn't stay home alone while I was having a good time. She
muttered that she just might do that. We called out for pizza and had
dinner with a couple of glasses of Lambrusco. The phone rang and Kris
leaped up and ran to it yelling "I've got it" - - I listened over the
sound of the tv, but she didn't say much beyond "uh-huh" and "ok" and
"me too". But I knew it was Alan, and I knew when he heard I couldn't
go he'd ask why didn't the two of them go anyway - - just dancing.
He'd behave. When she hang up she came and said "Honey, Jane wants to
go out to a movie and for a drink. Is it ok if I go with her?" "No
problem, Hon, I have no idea when I 'll be home, probably late, so
enjoy yourself"
After dinner, I cleaned up while she went upstairs to dress. I came
upstairs to see her finishing buttoning her sexiest dress - it's a
copper colored silk shirt that comes down to about mid thigh - - just
covering the tops of the pale white thigh-high stockings she'd chosen
to wear. It has about thirty tiny buttons down the front from neck to
bottom and depending how many she leaves undone it can be anything
from prim to slutty. Tonight she'd left the top five or six open,
giving just a glimpse of her bra,and the bottom half dozen, giving a
flash of naked thigh above the stockings when she walked - - certainly
not demure. She slipped into a pair of white pumps that she never
wore when going out with me - she tottered just a little from lack of
practice, then steadied herself. She looked at herself in the full
length mirror and smoothed the dress over her shapely ass with her
hand. "let me help you with that" I teased and started to stroke her
ass throught the smooth material. "Silly" she said and moved away
"I've got to go". "Have fun" I encouraged "don't do anything I
wouldn't do".
As soon as I heard her car pull out of the driveway, I grabbed the
mini camcorder, hopped into my pickup and drove to the Marriot where
I knew she'd end up. They have an intimate little lounge with a small
dance floor and a "soft sounds" band on the weekend. I parked by the
office, went in and got a room on the first floor and two keys - this
was going to be an expensive flop if it didn't work out. I went into
the bar and sat down at a table where I had a view of the dance floor
and tables around it, but where I'd be really hard to see unless you
were looking for me. About 15 minutes later, they came in - - Kris
was on Alan's arm - he looked great in tight jeans, white shirt and a
gray tweed sport jacket - casual elegance personified. He led her to
a table by the dance floor, pulled out her chair, bent down to talk to
her then came to the bar. He went to the bar and ordered a tequilla
sunrise, a double vodka and a coke. When he got them he came over to
my table. I shook his hand, wished him luck and gave him one of the
room keys. I took a good slug of the tequilla sunrise, then dumped in
the double vodka and stirred it up with the swizzle stick and took a
sip - I couldn't tell the difference so I knew that Kris who rarely
drinks wouldn't. He took the drinks and went back to the table. He
pulled his chair close to hers and sat down. She took about half her
drink in one swig and licked her lips lasiviously.
They sat and talked, heads almost touching, until the band came on at
nine. As soon as the band started playing they started dancing. Alan
is a great dancer and at first he held her in ballroom style, his
right hand at the back of her waist, his left hand holding her arm
extended. By the end of the song, he had both arms around her,
pulling her close to him, his crotch at the level of her belly. If he
was aroused, she had to know it. They didn't leave the floor for
three songs and at the end of the last one he dipped her deeply. When
she came back to the table she tossed back the rest of her drink - I
could see beads of sweat on her forehead. Alan got up and took her
glass, but as he passed behind her he stopped, brushed the hair off
her neck and gave her a lingering tender kiss where neck meets
shouldrer. She reached back and took his hand. He came into the bar
and we repeated the drink enhancement. They danced and talked for
about an hour, she had one more drink. When the band took a break, she
sat down and he stood behind her and started rubbing her shoulders,
she leaned her head back and rotated it against his groin. He leaned
down and whispered something in her ear, She giggled. After a few
minutes of this he came into the bar to settle his tab. He came over
tothe table and said "well, she said ok" - - he'd told her he had a
friend staying here who was having a party and they wee invited. She'd
said ok, but just for a while. She'd have never bought a story like
that sober. I left the bar and headed for the room while he went
back to get Kris.
I entered the room and walked to the closest. I stepped inside and
was pleased to see that the slatted doors afforded an unobstructed
view of the queen bed. Then I turned on the camcorder with the 12X
zoom and 6 hour battery - the red light had been taped over so as not
to reveal its presence. I zoomed back to get the full view. The door
slats intrude into the frame, cropping off the top and bottom, but I
found that I could wiggle one just a little loose and rotate it partly
out of the way. Just as I pulled the door shut, I heard the key in the
door.
They walked into the room - - my wife continued toward the bed,
tottering a little unsteadily on her unaccustomed high heels as well
as from far more alcohol than she was used to consuming, while Alan
stopped to fasten the security chain and turn on the room lights.
"Where's the party" she asked. "We're it" he leered in reply. He put
the bottle of champagne down on the night stand then joined her,
turned her to face him, and with his left hand gently grasped her chin
and turned his face toward his. He bent to kiss her, gently at first,
then more firmly and aggressively, encompassing her in his arms,
bending her backward.. She returned his kiss enthusiasticly, but when
with his right hand he reached between her legs she struggled and
squirmed away. He looked at her sadly. "What in the hell did you come
here for if you don't want me?"
Kris answered his silent question "Yes, I want you. I have never
wanted a man the way I want you. I dream about you, I fantasize about
fucking you when I make love to my husband. I masturbate thinking
about you, but I can't - I just cannot commit adultery. I can't! It
would be wrong! But, Oh God, how I want you, Alan!" she wailed and
started to walk toward the door.
He placed a restraining hand on her shoulder. "Come back here,
Kristen" he ordered quietly, and she meekly complied. "Now turn
around", again she did as she was told. He put his hands on her
shoulders and bent to kiss her neck. Then he gently took her wrists
in his hands and brought them behind her and grasped them both in his
left handas he continued nuzzling her neck. She moaned. " Tell me
again that you want me" he whispered . She did, in something between a
whisper and a moan. Still holding her wrists behind her, he reached
into his jacket pocket and removed a pair of handcuffs which he deftly
snapped onto her wrists. "What are you doing!?" she shrieked.
To be continued...
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