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Hubby Likes to Watch (MF, voy)
by J. Boswell (jaybos@cris.com)
 
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(c) Copyright March, 1990 by J BOSWELL, all rights, except those 
explicitly detailed below, ARE RESERVED BY THE AUTHOR. Electronic 
distribution (as a text file on an "adults only" BBS) is permitted 
without alteration, but inclusion in any type of "publication" 
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author's explicit permission.

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 09/30/88 17:37 FROM: LADYHACK Bonnie M

 I've been here on the Pandemonium BBS for a while and always 
enjoy reading the stories in the "Adult" files section. I've also 
read "Penthouse" and some other men's magazines on occasion. One 
thing I've seen in all of them are stories or letters about how 
men just love to see their wives or girlfriends having intercourse 
with another man (or even men!). I just don't understand it!

 I don't understand how a man can enjoy the woman he took to be 
his wife, or "significant other," screwing with another man as he 
stands there and watches. The way I look at it, two of the three 
people involved are having the MOST fun-and it isn't the husband!

 What brought this topic up for me, was that over the weekend, my 
husband, Doug, and I hosted a party and Doug's best friend 
wouldn't stop flirting with me. He'd had a fight with his wife, 
came without her, got sloshed by dessert and chased me the rest of 
the night. One time, he had me up against the kitchen sink, 
feeling my boobs and trying to suck my neck, and in walks my Doug. 
Did Doug get mad? Hell, no! -- he got an erection! It was obvious. 
Finally, he helped me peel his friend off me and we led him up to 
the guest room to sleep it off.

 After everybody left and we packed his friend off in a cab, I 
asked Doug about what happened in the kitchen. He said he knew men 
liked looking at me- at my face and body-and it definitely turned 
him on to see them look. When he saw his buddy with his hands all 
over my chest and his face buried in my neck, he said it gave him 
an erection that he could drive nails with!

 While we were making love, I looked up at him and asked him if 
he'd like to see me screw another guy and his answer was "NO!" and 
then, "Ohhh... Yesss!" as he came and collapsed on top of me.

 Over breakfast the next day, Doug tried to sluff it all off as 
just a fantasy and he really didn't mean it. I said I saw the look 
in his eyes, the boner in his pants, and remembered what really 
made him come last night, even if he didn't want to admit it. I 
told him that it didn't matter what he thought, I wasn't about to 
boff another man, whether he was watching or not!

 That's where I stand. What I'm looking for, I guess, are some 
women's responses to this type of situation. What do you wives and 
girlfriends think about this kink in our guys?????

***

 10/03/88 - 02:12 FROM: FREEANEZ free and easy

 My advice for those women who's husbands and boyfriends always 
want them to flirt with, expose themselves to, or even fuck with 
other guys is: don't do it if you don't wish to-BUT, there are 
advantages to giving their husbands EXACTLY what they want-and 
then some!

 Let me explain.

 My husband, Steve, is apparently the typical "wife-watcher" 
husband. He gets a real kick out of seeing me flirt with and 
expose myself to other men. When we go out, my typical outfit (at 
his request) is some kind of tight top with no bra, and a short 
skirt. I never wear pantyhose, and it's a special treat for Steve 
when I don't wear any panties. At first, this whole show bothered 
me, because I was never comfortable with my own body. In my mind, 
I've always been 10-15 pounds overweight, but when I saw how men 
responded to my large boobs, good legs, and ample bottom, the more 
the exhibitionism became a definite turn-on for me, too.

 But, the exhibitionism didn't stop with my clothing. Over the 
years, Steve has arranged for the mailman and various delivery or 
repairmen catch me naked, or near naked. Several summers ago, on 
vacation, Steve begged me to strip naked and masturbate in the car 
so the truck drivers could see me through the open sunroof as they 
drove by. During football season, I lost a little bet about 
something with Steve, and to pay off I had to be the hostess at 
his Sunday football "tailgate" party. While the game was going on, 
I had to keep Steve and five of his friends supplied with beer and 
snacks while wearing my "cheerleader" outfit, which consisted of a 
football mesh top, through which my boobs were plainly visible and 
my nipples would sometimes poke through, a short flared skirt, g-
string panties and knee-high socks.

 All this showing off for Steve never led to extramarital sex-it 
only turned him on enough to make love to me. But this all changed 
two years ago at a formal New Year's Eve party.

 While I was busy dancing with various men (always Steve's request 
at a party) -- all of whom were being very free with their hands 
since I was wearing a black diaphanous gown with nothing but black 
stockings on underneath-Steve was happily drinking himself into a 
stupor and passed out even before midnight. A couple of his 
business acquaintances help me get him to the car, and then 
"gallantly" offered to follow me home and help me get him inside. 
I had danced with these guys earlier and I was pretty sure that 
their motives weren't all that altruistic, but on that night, it 
was more than okay with me. After years of being a cockteaser, I 
was ready to find out the consequences.

 Dan and Dave had no sooner dumped Steve on the couch in the 
living room, than they had me sprawled across our big coffee table 
with my gown pushed up to my waist and pulled down off my 
shoulders. While Dan kissed me passionately and played with my 
aching breasts, Dave dove between my legs and buried his face in 
my pussy. As his tongue teased my outer lips and flicked across my 
clit, I realized I had been shortchanged for many years by just 
teasing all these men. Within just a few short minutes, I had a 
gut-wrenching orgasm, better than any I had ever had with my 
husband.

 The three of us went into the bedroom, and for the next two hours 
they made love to me while Steve lay unconscious and snoring on 
the sofa. They would take turns and one would fuck me from behind 
while I gave the other head. When the cock in my cunt came, they 
would switch positions and another hard cock would fill my pussy 
while my mouth went to work on the soft, wet one. After they both 
came in me twice, Dave went down on me again, and ate their cum 
out of my pussy until I had another explosive orgasm.

 That night completely changed my life.

 In the past two years, I've made love to more men than I care to 
count, without Steve's knowledge. My secret list includes the 
mailman, several repairmen, and several anonymous men in hotel-bar 
pick-ups or group-sex situations. I have also made love with two 
women at large swing parties, and while I enjoyed the sex 
(especially the way a woman eats me out), I don't seek female 
partners the way I do men. I guess I just enjoy the power I seem 
to have over cocks.

 Also on the list is Steve's boss (who loves to suck my pussy when 
it is filled with cum), many of Steve's co-workers, Dan and Dave 
many times, and many of his friends, especially his "football 
cronies."

 Now, whenever Steve is out of town over the weekend (arranged as 
often as possible by his boss!), his five "friends" all show up at 
the house and we have a real "tailgate orgy." The cheerleader 
takes on the team in every way imaginable. The fun usually starts 
with me giving each of them head, one right after the other. The 
guys all time the others, and the one who comes in the shortest 
time is responsible for keeping the rest of us supplied with 
refreshments until the other four guys are totally sated. Only 
then can the loser enjoy more of me. If I'm no longer horny, he is 
out of luck for the day, so you can imagine how much they hate to 
lose, since more often than not, I say I've had enough just to 
tease him and drive him crazy after watching all that sex all day.

 The hottest time I have ever had was one Sunday, just as I opened 
the door for them, Steve called on the phone. I signaled for them 
to be quiet, but when they realized who I was talking to, they all 
stripped me and positioned my butt over a large ottoman. Then, all 
five of them took turns fucking me while I tried to continue my 
conversation with my husband. Talking to Steve while being fucked 
by five of his friends turned me on so much, that after I finally 
hung up, I told them I wanted as many of them in me as possible. 
In a matter of seconds, I was on the floor with a cock buried in 
my cunt, one in my mouth, one between my tits and my hands wrapped 
around the other two. I had never done this before!

 Since taking control of my own sex life, I feel much better about 
myself.

I do what I want to do for me, and not because my husband wants me 
to do it. I'm with you, "Bonnie M," I, too would like to hear more 
from women who have turned (or wish to turn) the tables on their 
voyeuristic husbands or lovers.

***

 10/11/88 10:48 FROM: ROBYN - from Jenkintown

 I'd like to add another female's viewpoint to this interesting 
message.

 I am petit, but I also have large breasts for my frame, which 
have always attracted guys. Shortly after we were married, my 
husband got on the exhibitionism kick by buying me sexy outfits 
that showed off my breasts to the hilt. More to please him than 
any particular need I felt, I consented to wear these clothes 
around the house.

 Soon, he was snapping Polaroid shots of me in halter dresses and 
tops, short-shorts, miniskirts, and bikinis. Gradually, he induced 
me to pose in filmy negligees. After that, being topless or 
completely naked was a short step. Finally, he bought a camcorder 
and filmed me nude, caressing my breasts, using a vibrator and 
masturbating-all to his specific direction. It was such a 
tremendous turn-on for him and seemed like a totally harmless game 
for a married couple to play, I never made a fuss about it.

 And, as I got more used to this scene, I began to enjoy it as a 
prelude to sex. All until I found out he was sharing these 
pictures and videos with male business associates who gathered at 
our house once a week to talk shop.

 One night, returning home from shopping, I found my pictures 
spread on the card table and my video on the TV, for his friends' 
enjoyment! I furiously bent down to gather up the pictures, in my 
rage forgetting that I was dressed in one of hubby's favorite 
sundresses that allowed ample view of my cleavage. Setting down 
his drink, my husband laughingly pulled me on to his lap and felt 
up my nipples before the bulging eyes of his friends and then he 
raved about how oversexed I was. Reduced to tears, I struggled to 
free myself, only to see how this amused everyone. My husband 
tugged down the front zipper on my dress and my naked tits spilled 
free. With a final shove, I pushed free of my husband and flew out 
of the room to their applause.

 Afterwards, when I had calmed down, hubby explained how proud he 
was of my beauty and figure. He said my pictures and videos evoked 
envy, not disgust from his friends. He is a born salesman and his 
glib tongue soon convinced me not to be ashamed of my body. He had 
already led me so far down this road, I was too naive or dumb to 
stop him there. After all, he was the man I loved and married, how 
could he be thinking anything but the best for me?

 So, instead of being shy and staying upstairs, subsequent 
evenings found me serving drinks to the group while I wiggled 
around the room, enjoying the effect my body had on them. My 
husband made it clear that I was only to tease and never sleep 
with the guys, and I enjoyed teasing them so much, I never thought 
about sleeping with any of them.

 One evening, months later in the summer, I was running around in 
a bikini when my husband suggested I go topless. I agreed and 
threw off my top while the guys gasped and then cheered. I admit, 
that like "FREE AND EASY" in the last message, this was beginning 
to be a REAL turn-on for me. Seeing me flushed and breathing 
rapidly, my husband then suggested that the guys take turns 
feeling my "firm body." He said anything under the bikini bottom 
was "off limits." Just the touch of their fingers had me moaning, 
and just a few more feels of my breasts had me shuddering as I 
tried to hide my orgasm from my husband.

 As my husband made love to me later that night, I began to 
fantasize I was making it with all of these men. I knew I was 
ready to experiment.

 One night, soon after the topless show, I snuck off upstairs with 
one of the men and he fucked me standing up against a wall at the 
top of the steps. It was FANTASTIC! I was soon making plans to 
meet the others and we would sneak sex wherever convenient, 
usually at a local motel.

 The group stimulation only seemed to make me want more and more, 
so I agreed to dance for a group of men at a stag party. I dressed 
for the part and went into a torrid strip before 20 guys. 
Afterwards, dancing nude with some of them (they were dressed), I 
made arrangements involving four of them later that night.

 I've been on business trips with my husband and his favorite game 
is for me to dress up and act like a hooker and have him pick me 
up after I've been ogled and hit on in the bar for an hour or so. 
Afterwards, he tells me to stay in the room while he concludes 
business, but I'm out the door right after him, picking up guys in 
the bar and going back to their rooms (and even taking their money 
to maintain the image!).

 Lately, I satisfy my urges at our Club, where I can easily 
attract guys in my little tennis outfits and go off with as many 
as I want. I have become well-known with the golf and tennis pros, 
and in the club bar, where they all know I'm a very willing 
partner. I've even given a small group of young caddies a real 
treat on a rainy day!

 I am happy, now, and could never be satisfied with just my 
husband. Like many men, he enjoyed showing me off like a trophy, 
but he isn't liberated enough to accept any consequences of that. 
Yet, if he hadn't been the one who got me started on this kick, I 
might just be another boring wife.

 So, would my sleeping around shatter his ego, or inflate it 
because of all the men who want into my hot little panties? At 
this point, I don't really care. I'm having fun.

***

 10/29/88 16:53 FROM: FLOWER - Daisy Petal

 I've really been fascinated with this discussion. Especially 
since my husband and I just recently found out, totally by 
accident, that he enjoys seeing me flirt with other men.

 I love my husband very much, and I could never be unfaithful to 
him. So, we have worked out a "safe sex" version of what you other 
women have been talking about.

 My husband and I were on our way to go dancing one night at a 
hotel lounge, and as we drove up to the parking lot, his beeper 
went off. He told me to just go on in and get a table, and he'd 
make his call from the lobby. I entered the club and got a table, 
and within a few minutes, was asked to dance by a very good-
looking young man. Bob, my husband, walked in and of course had no 
idea where I was sitting since he saw me on the dance floor, so he 
went over to the bar and sat down. When the song was over, Bob 
started to meet me at the table but another man, asking me to 
dance, beat him to it. I turned around and saw Bob approaching, 
but he just smiled and shrugged and returned to the bar.

 After I sat down, Bob came up to the table and asked me to dance. 
As we danced he told me that he was getting very horny watching me 
slow dance with other guys and knowing that they wanted me. He 
said he'd sit at the bar the rest of the night, and I could enjoy 
all the attention. Well, hearing this started my motor running. 
The thought of flirting with all these men while my husband sat 
back and watched was SUCH a turn-on I could barely stand it!

 I must have danced with ten different guys that night. Some of 
them even cupped my ass and whispered in my ear. They whispered 
things I had forgotten about since I'd been married. Every once in 
a while, Bob would dance with me and I'd tell him all the things 
the different guys had done and said to me. I could see and feel 
the bulge in his pants and I could feel my own wetness from all 
the attention I was getting. That night, Bob and I made love three 
times, and each time it drove him crazy as I told him about the 
guys begging me up to their rooms and the things they said they 
wanted to do to me. When I told him how much those men turned me 
on, he would come immediately.

 We've been back to the club several times. Pretending I'm a 
single woman, I dance close, pressing my body tight against all 
the men I dance with. I love to feel their hard cocks. My husband 
loves to watch the guys run their hand over my ass. The men get 
bolder as the evening goes on, and I've even had three reach down 
the front of my dress and squeeze my braless breasts-right on the 
dance floor!

 I have to admit it-I love dancing with all of these good looking 
guys, having them paw me and nibble on my ear and neck as my 
husband watches everything.

 The last time I went dancing I was afraid I may have gone too far 
for Bob, when I actually kissed a guy on the dance floor, but Bob 
smiled and winked at me. Feeling braver, I spent several minutes 
on the parking lot - locked in a passionate embrace with that guy 
when I left. Later, when we were making love, I told Bob how wet 
it made me and how good it felt to bury my tongue in the guy's 
mouth.

 We both love our little exhibition game and try it at least once 
a month. I love the attention from all the men, and Bob loves to 
watch me turn other men on. The more I flirt, the better he likes 
it. I don't think we'll go much further than this, but it's very 
exciting knowing your husband is watching you strut your stuff and 
loving every minute of it.

***

 11/05/88 22:06 FROM: MARYANNE - on the loose

 ((((((((Before I tell you my story, let me just say to "FLOWER" 
that she is headed for trouble-in two possible ways. She may not 
always be lucky and dance with the apparent gentleman she has been 
fortunate enough to meet, so far -- OR she could compare her last 
night out "dancing" with her first night and figure out where she 
and Bob are headed. "FLOWER," if you're reading this- be careful! 
Remember, nobody likes a cockteaser.)))))))

 It's funny that "FREE AND EASY" mentioned New Year's Eve in her 
letter, because that was the turning point in my sexual life, too. 
I've been dying to tell someone about all this and this is 
perfect!

 Now, let me slow down and back up to the beginning:

 First of all, from the earlier messages, I detect a pattern. The 
wives all appear to be good-looking and well-built, and not all 
that experienced (sexually) before getting married. Well, I fit 
that description perfectly. In my teen years I won several beauty 
contests, but stopped winning as my height didn't keep pace with 
my bust development, and I no longer had that long and lean look. 
I dated in high school and college, but I was very much what you 
would call a "good girl." I married my husband, Tom, while I was 
getting my MBA.

 For years, Tom did everything he could think of to get me into 
sexy clothes. I had no problem wearing them for him, but I didn't 
feel much like "advertising" out in public. Tom loves me in 
stockings and garterbelts, low-cut blouses, high heels, and 
shorter than short miniskirts. On the few occasions I did allow 
him to dress me and we went out (usually while on vacation), I 
felt like a call girl on display. Wherever we went, men always 
turned and stared, and Tom loved every moment of this coy, femme-
fatale performance.

 Because of Tom's career, we entertain quite a bit, and there 
always seems to be men around the house. I first noticed my 
husband's "preference" at a party, over two years ago.

 Almost EXACTLY like "Bonnie M" in the first message, a friend of 
Tom's had been making a pass at me while Tom was out of the room. 
He had me in the corner and was relying on me to keep my humor as 
the hostess, as he tried several time to kiss me. Finally, he 
pushed away my arms and pinned me to the wall, reaching into my 
blouse and squeezing my breast. Tom walked in and saw what 
happened, but he stepped back out of the doorway and watched! I 
finally gently kneed the friend in the crotch and nothing further 
happened. Later that night, Tom mentioned that he had seen what 
happened and was not furious, but pleased. When I told him I WAS 
furious at him for not helping me, he told me to loosen up, that 
it was just harmless fun. He said that it was a compliment to me-
and to him-that our guest had admired my beauty so much that he 
couldn't help himself.

 A month later, we were hosting a pool party and I went down to 
the freezer in the basement for more ice. Again, one of the guests 
followed me and started getting overly friendly. He was behind me, 
with his arms wrapped around my bare stomach, when I noticed Tom 
watching us through the window. I allowed the man to caress my 
breasts, and even to pull my bikini top down. I fully expected Tom 
to come charging into the room and break us up, but he continued 
to watch. My new friend sucked my nipples and then placed his hand 
inside my bikini bottom. I couldn't believe this! I wanted to see 
just how far Tom would allow this to go before stopping this. The 
man slowly inserted his finger deep inside my pussy and I opened 
my legs wider, to give him the freedom to do whatever he wanted. I 
really got scared that I had let it go too far when he lowered his 
trunks and was ready to fuck me. Fortunately, someone yelled for 
ice and we immediately separated. My husband never mentioned the 
incident and I was angrier with him than ever before in our 
marriage.

 One night, Jerry, the friend from the indoor party, was over the 
house. We were having a ball, mixing batch after batch of 
margueritas "to get it just right!" Tom suddenly announced that we 
were out of limes and he would run to the store for more. I knew 
this was a lie, but said nothing, and as I expected, Jerry said 
he'd stay and "protect" me. Tom left in the car, but apparently 
parked down the street and walked back. Jerry had already gotten 
fresh, again, and I suggested we go into the den, "where we could 
be more comfortable." We sat on the sofa and kissed and caressed 
each other for at least five minutes, until I excused myself to 
"go to the bathroom." Instead, I snuck out the garage door and 
peeked around the corner of the house. Sure enough, there in the 
shadows, was Tom looking through the den window. I know now that 
it was an irrational, immature decision, but at that moment, I was 
determined to force my husband's hand. I wanted to make him as mad 
as he was making me.

 Soon after I returned to the sofa, Jerry removed my blouse and 
then my bra. He sucked my breasts for a long time and I was turned 
on as well as angry. Jerry was losing control as he laid me down 
on the sofa and removed my skirt and panties. I was certain that 
this would cause Tom to call an end to his fun and storm in. Jerry 
started licking my pussy, and I was losing control, too! I had 
never expected this thing to go this far! Now, unable to calm 
Jerry down, I tried to stall for time. He was ready to fuck me, 
and there was no way I was going to let him do that. I was really 
in a fix! I forced us both up and took his penis in my hand, 
wanting to masturbate him to orgasm. He gripped my head in both 
hands and forced his penis into my mouth, pumping in and out. 
Suddenly, he erupted and shot a huge load of semen all over my 
face. I used this as an excuse to go to the bathroom to clean up, 
and locked myself in there until I heard Tom return. Again, Tom 
made no mention of this incident.

 Things were quiet until Christmas. During the Christmas season, 
Tom has a special game he plays when we host a party. He hangs a 
bunch of mistletoe over the door into the rec room and makes up a 
special batch of "Courage Punch" (it's almost straight booze, and 
after a few dips into it, you get all kinds of courage!). As a 
couple meets under the mistletoe, they have to kiss-but the trick 
is not to be the one that breaks the kiss. The "struggle" is good-
natured and in fun and the one who breaks away must down a cup of 
punch. The crowd watches and cheers the kissing and the winner, 
boos the loser, and chants as the loser chugs the punch.

 We had seven couples and one stag man over that New Year's Eve, 
and by midnight, I had already broken away from two men. I was 
feeling no pain when, a little after midnight, the single man 
caught me under the mistletoe. He began kissing me very 
passionately, so I teased him back by running my tongue in and out 
of his mouth. Everyone was cheering to see who would stop. He put 
his hand inside my low-cut cocktail dress to feel my breast and 
the crowd went wild. I saw Tom cheering, and yelling for the man 
to keep going. In an effort to make him pull away, I reached down 
and pulled the man's zipper open. The crowd laughed and then 
roared as the stranger bent me slightly backwards and started 
pulling the hem of my dress up. I almost pulled away, then, but 
when I saw the gleam in Tom's eyes, I became determined to 
continue.

 The hem of my dress continued up until it was at my waist, fully 
exposing my stocking-tops and panties to everyone. We still didn't 
break and I didn't know what to do to stop him. His hands pulled 
my panties off my hips and they fell to my ankles, baring my pussy 
to the crowd.

 Suddenly, there wasn't as much cheering and I finally realized 
that things had gotten too far out of hand. I tried to pull away, 
but the man had a really tight grip on me. Before I finally got 
free, he managed to get his finger slightly into me.

 Immediately after that, four of the couples and the rest of the 
wives left. Three husbands and the single guy stayed. After we 
escorted our guests out, Tom kissed me, told me that I was 
wonderful and that he had enjoyed every second of my "act." That 
was the last straw for me. The switch was thrown!

 Walking back into the rec room, I deliberately positioned myself 
under the mistletoe again, and one of the four men began to kiss 
me. When he reached behind me and unzippered my dress, I let it 
fall to the floor and stepped out of it. I broke the kiss and went 
to the punchbowl, not bothering to dress. After the drink, another 
man pulled me under the mistletoe. Off came my bra, and down went 
my panties again. There I stood in my sheer black stockings and 
high heels, nude for the men to view. The four men surrounded me 
and took turns kissing me and caressing my body.

 Tom took the mistletoe down and put it on the back of the sofa. 
One of the men pushed me back on the couch, dropped his trousers 
and attempted to mount me. I looked at Tom one last time. He was 
cheering the man on and I opened my legs and let him enter me. He 
reached orgasm very quickly, and when he stood and pulled his 
pants up, I just laid there with my legs spread wide. One of the 
other men quickly looked at Tom, saw his smile and lowered himself 
down onto and into me. When he was done, the last two guys took 
their turns fucking me.

 The whole time, Tom sat there and watched. I looked over at him 
as the third guy was coming, "This is what you wanted me to do all 
along, isn't it?" He nodded and smiled.

 We lost some friends that night, some of whom have not spoken to 
me since. Tom later admitted he had "enticed" his friends to hit 
on me over the years by telling them that I was an "easy lay" and 
liked it. Well, now, he's right-I AM an easy lay and I DO like it.

 The four men who had intercourse with me that New Year's Eve have 
called me on numerous occasions and I have had sex frequently with 
them over the last two years. I've also balled three of the four 
husbands that left the party early that night. I've been with men 
singly and in groups and I think I prefer the attention I get in 
the group scene. I don't know if Tom still watches or not, and I 
don't care. I'm sure he does on occasion, but it doesn't matter to 
me whether he's around or not when I decide to have my fun.

 Today, I enjoy a much more liberated sex life and freely go with 
whoever desires me. Tom doesn't complain, and neither do I. 
Shouldn't every wife give her husband exactly what he deserves?

***

12/14/88 23:41 FROM: HOTSHOT - always ready

 I really enjoyed reading the messages on this subject. I'm sorry 
to see no more women have added anything in a while. Do you want 
to hear what a husband feels like-when what he thinks he wants 
isn't really what he wants?

 First of all-what's wrong with a husband or boyfriend wanting to 
show off his wife or girlfriend? Maybe it is a little like showing 
off a trophy, but I can always feel my chest swell when I catch 
men looking at my beautiful wife (28, 5'6", a very hard 38D-26-36) 
with obvious lust in their eyes. I love it. They know she is MY 
WIFE.

 During our eight years of marriage, I often fantasized about 
watching my wife, Ellen, make love to another man. She just 
shrugged me off until one day this Spring. She came home from work 
very excited and told me that her boss, Harry, had made her a 
fantastic offer.

 Now, Ellen is about as ambitious a woman as you'll find. She 
started at her company as a secretary and over the last few years, 
by getting degrees and working hard, she was the highest client 
rep she could be at the local office. Her next big move would be 
downtown, to the headquarters building, but openings there are few 
and far between. Harry, her regional director, has always liked 
Ellen, and Ellen has always been friendly in return, but their 
relationship has always been professional. That day, Harry called 
Ellen downtown to his office and told her that if she would go to 
bed with him, he could guarantee her promotion to headquarters 
within the month. Ellen came home and told me and said that if I 
agreed, knowing about my fantasies about her, she would do it. 
Maybe I should have thought about it more, but I immediately 
agreed.

 On the appointed night, Harry (a short, weasel kind of guy, about 
50) showed up exactly on time. I was hidden in our bedroom closet. 
Ellen and Harry had some drinks and some small talk, but Ellen 
said Harry was in a big hurry to get at her, so she led him 
upstairs to the bedroom.

 Ellen undressed and sprawled invitingly on the bed. Harry 
disrobed quickly, and I watched with mounting excitement as he 
wildly kissed and fondled my wife's great body. Soon, he buried 
his balding head between Ellen's legs, as she moaned with delight.

 Normally, Ellen is silent and only mildly active in bed with me. 
I was shocked to see her brazenly encouraging her boss to suck her 
hard-nippled breasts and beg him to screw her wet pussy with his 
short, stubby little penis. I gaped in astonishment as Ellen 
strained to experience the fullness of his thrusting while 
clutching his hairy body in abandoned fever until, minutes later, 
both exploded in the uncontrolled ecstasy of their mutual orgasms. 
This was a very different Ellen in bed from the one I knew for all 
these years.

 I waited for Ellen to make her usual dash to the bathroom but, 
instead, she rolled to face her exhausted boss and slowly began to 
fondle and kiss his freshly spent cock. Something she had never 
performed for me.

 Her tender attentions slowly reawakened Harry's tool, making it 
erect, again. My shock deepened as she boldly mounted her boss 
with a cry of lust. I know my jaw dropped because I had never seen 
her behave with such passion! Her talents and energy were rewarded 
as Harry let go with another loud orgasm inside of her.

 After a short rest, Harry dressed and left. Ellen was just 
closing the front door when she turned and saw me at the bottom of 
the stairs. I didn't have time to say a word to her before she 
wrestled me to the floor, ripped my shorts down my hips and 
mounted me for what was the best fuck of my life.

 Since that night, Ellen has "entertained" Harry numerous times, 
sometimes with me home and watching and sometimes not. She enjoys 
her new job and the numerous perks Harry is providing. Tonight, at 
Harry's suggestion, she is going to "entertain" Harry's boss.

 I guess I still get a bang out of watching Ellen submit her body 
to the intimacies of another lover, but I wonder if my fantasies 
may have been better just as fantasies. I feel a little jealous, 
because Ellen is loving this so much more than I am. She gives 
herself so wantonly, always doing something new with these lovers 
that we've never done before, and obviously loves feeling another 
cock invade her body. I think it's really slutty on her part.
 
END
