Author: OneIdleHand
Title: Unanticipated Consequences
Summary: A recurring beach fantasy (an unashamed topless wife!) coupled with a stud for my wife. My wife wanted a threesome story. I wanted the beach scene.
Keywords: M/F, wife, exhib


Unanticipated Consequences

I was not sure exactly when the transformation had occurred. I could 
only see that my wife 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 stretch 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 breasts 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 wife 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 wife 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 breasts 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 wife looked absolutely 
breathtaking.  And besides, there really weren't many of our age group 
who could still wear bikinis.  I was pleased that my wife 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 men had admired my wife 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 stretch 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 breasts 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 breasts 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 camera was a 
great idea.  If it weren't for the waiter coming over, I probably would 
have cum 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 breasts to a man 
other than her doctor or husband in over 14 years.  I looked her over.  
Her eyes were hidden 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 wife in front of these other people.  Sure, the other women 
were topless, but all the men still looked at Hayley as she walked by.  
Aside from her tan line, I had also noticed that Hayley's tits 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 tits 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 tits 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 wife standing in the ocean washing her breasts 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 breasts 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 wife 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 guys 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, guys 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 guys 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 panties when she wore skirts or 
dresses.  The tube top was new.  My wife's exercise had made her breasts 
a little smaller, but it didn't return all of their firmness.  The tube 
top was skin tight, and flattened her breasts 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 shirt for the 
restaurant," I had said.

"Yes, but it's the right shirt 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 tits 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 red 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 wife 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 wife 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 wife 
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 breasts 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 guys had decided to go seek out single girls 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 married woman 
with no panties (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 men 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 cum when I 
viewed the web site of our cruise dinner companions.  The guy, 
apparently with his wife's consent, had posted a story 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 tits 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 wife out the door, it was now my turn to get 
ready.  The efforts my wife 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 hidden 
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 guys 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 wife 
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 parents 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 breasts 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 camera 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 wife 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 cunt   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, sucking 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 cum dripping from her cunt 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 cum 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 cum on her breasts.  The guy came up 
behind her, stroking her breasts 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 cunt 
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 cunt 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 tits 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 cum 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 camera 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.  Cum was leaking down her legs, and I 
could see it matted in her cunt hair.  More cum 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 cunt could have accepted 
two cocks, the hole was so big and there was so much cum 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 cum 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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