6 comments/ 52715 views/ 17 favorites Discovering Rachael Ch. 01 By: Naked1 Three years into our marriage, the sex was still okay. Rachael and I did it a few times a week; however, it was mostly the standard, in-the-bedroom fare. It wasn't until I discovered another, secret side to my wife that our marriage turned into more of a crazy sexual fantasy than the normal reality that many couples experience...opening Rachael up in ways that I would never have dreamed were possible. My first clue was the day, last summer, that I got off work early and headed home. I didn't call Rachael, I wanted to surprise her and take her to a movie. Turning the corner, I saw the pool cleaner's van parked in the driveway. They send someone once a week in the summer to clean the pool in our backyard. Parking on the street, I went in through the front door and plopped my gear on the couch, expecting to see Rachael. Calling her name, I looked around the house, but couldn't find her. Finally, I rounded the corner into the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks. Through the sliding glass door to the backyard, I saw the pool cleaner at work. My beautiful wife lay facing him on the lounge directly across the pool. She was naked from the waist down. Her red bikini bottom lay bunched up and useless on the ground next to the lounge. She had her top on, but as she stretched out, talking to the pool cleaner from behind her sunglasses...her totally bare, shaved pussy was on full display for him. I was stunned. I stood a moment, gaping at the strange scene...struggling to believe what I was seeing. Why was she bottomless in front of the pool cleaner? Her discarded bikini bottoms were evidence that her actions were intentional. I knew that Rachael sometimes went nude around the pool with me, her husband...she loved showing me her enormous tits and luscious, tanned body. But that was different. That was for me. The fact that her bikini bottoms were lying next to her while she willingly showed her naked pussy to the pool cleaner meant that she had obviously slid them off in his presence. I fumed. I was angry, hurt, and jealous. But as I watched my wife her flaunt herself, another unexpected feeling surfaced. My cock thickened, hardening in my jeans. I was totally turned on. Wanting to wait this out a bit, I stepped behind the partially closed blinds and peered through, trying not to be seen. Rachael was unaware of my presence, and I wanted to keep it that way for now. The pool cleaner worked on, but I could see that he was gobbling her with his eyes. Rachael chatted casually, talking with her hands as she does, all the while, acting as if she wasn't laying there with her nude pussy in his face. What happened next made my cock jump in my jeans. As the pool cleaner turned away to retrieve a piece of equipment from the side of the house, Rachael reached down and rubbed her clit. My eyes nearly popped from their sockets. Unable to help myself, I squeezed along the length of my hard-on through my pants, watching my gorgeous wife play with herself only feet from a complete stranger. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her top and pulled it away, baring her huge, naked globes. Her top joined the bottoms on the ground next to her. My blonde wife was now totally and utterly stark naked. As the pool cleaner returned, he stopped and stared. I didn't blame him. Rachael, now naked, was lightly rubbing her clit, right in front of him as if there was nothing at all unusual about it. I saw that her pink, swollen, aureole and her nipples stood out with excitement as she openly played with herself. Unzipping my jeans, I took my pounding cock in hand and stroked fast to the sight of my incredibly hot, nude wife masturbating her pussy while the pool guy watched. I couldn't really make out what they were saying, but it didn't matter. I stroked, while my wife fingered her clit in front of the pool cleaner. I do commend him, he tried his best do his job while a gorgeous, busty, naked blond masturbated right in front of him...no easy feat. Rachael's diddling increased, until she was actually sliding her fingers in and out of her sopping, naked pussy, and thumbing her clit with her other hand. Then, spreading her legs wider, she slapped at herself with her palm...spanking her pussy...I'd never seen her do that before, and it nearly made me cum on the spot. The pool cleaner seemed in a complete state of shock. Masturbating for him, she spread her legs wide as possible, pointing her toes straight out, slapping at her pussy and pinching her clit. Her massive tits heaved and lolled with her efforts....hard, pink nipples jutting out in excitement. Taking one heavy tit in her hand, she lifted it, and placed it to her mouth, sucking on her own stiff nipple, while her other hand jammed and slapped at her horny cunt. I jerked myself furiously. The pool cleaner just stared. A few seconds later, Rachael came hard. She pushed two fingers into herself and turned them over, tickling her g-spot. Suddenly she erupted...squirting her orgasm far out in front of her, soaking the end of the lounge with her cum-juice. Her huge tits shook, and her whole body convulsed violently in the lounge. "OH...GOD...FUCK!" she yelled, moaning loudly enough to be heard through the glass door, rubbing her clit furiously and squirting hard. Licking, sucking and biting at her heavy tit, she clamped her teeth down on a nipple, in the throes of orgasm...riding it out like a wave. I came, shooting thick, white ropes of hot cum all over the blinds and rocking back on my heels...feeling as if I was going to pass out...I leaned forwards and grabbed the kitchen counter top for support, jerking my cock fast and hard. As her orgasm subsided, the pool cleaner came to his senses, and started quickly packing up his equipment. Rachael lay, spent and naked, smiling at him. Zipping up, I hurried back out to the car, not wanting either of them to know that I had been there. Pulling away, I drove around the block and parked. Several minutes later, the pool cleaner's van appeared at the stop sign, then turned the corner and was gone. Starting the car, I drove back to the house and parked in the driveway. As I got out, I noticed that I was nervous and shaking a little. My emotions wavered between anger, jealousy, hurt, and incredible sexual excitement. Seeing my hot, naked wife brazenly masturbate to orgasm in front of someone else had me so worked up that I couldn't think. Still, I still wasn't ready for her to know that I had seen her. Walking through the door, I went to the kitchen. The sliding door was still closed. Peering through it, I saw Rachael, still on the lounge...only now, she was wearing her bikini. Opening the door, I called out to her. "Hi honey!" she said sweetly as I approached, "home early?" Discovering Rachael Ch. 02 Nearly a week passed since I'd caught my sexy, blonde wife masturbating in front of the pool cleaner. I still hadn't mentioned it to her though, because my feelings were awash with contradiction. On the one hand, I was angry. How could she do that to me? But somewhere else inside me, perhaps a darker part was totally turned on by it. Our sex that week had been better than usual. Every time we fucked, I imagined Rachael naked in front of the pool cleaner, slapping and spanking at her horny pussy while sucking one of her massive naked tits into her mouth. The mental scene made me cum hard each and every time I conjured it. Rachael also noticed the improvement, but had no clue why my sexual appetite had suddenly sprouted. It was Sunday, and I knew that the pool cleaner was due again in a couple of days. I worried. Would she do something like that again? Should I try to sneak off from work early? The thought of it made my cock rise and harden in my jeans. Rachael was out with one of her girlfriends, so I had the place to myself for a few hours. I was glad for that, because finally, I had a chance to sit in peace and think it through. Only, I could find no peace. Feeling tired, I climbed the stairs to the bedroom, wanting a short nap. I'd deal with it later. Pulling off my jeans and t-shirt, I stretched out in my underwear and closed my eyes, trying to push the thought of my naked wife in front of the pool cleaner out of my mind. But it kept pushing back. My mind stubbornly returned to the sight of her, totally naked, huge tits swinging, as she unmercifully slapped at her bared pussy while the pool cleaner stared in shock. I saw her cumming again. The movie played over and over in my head, restarting as soon as it finished. My cock rose and throbbed. Unable to help myself, I reached into my underwear and grasped my hard shaft. It ached for release. I had to deal with this. Sliding my underwear down and off, I lay back again, totally naked, and took my pulsating cock in hand. Closing my eyes, I imagined my sexy wife by the pool. Only this time, my mind embellished a bit. Instead of the lone pool cleaner, there were three men standing across from her and conversing among themselves. In my fantasy, she was wearing her red bikini while the men were fully clothed. Stretching back on the lounge, her fingers played lightly over her crotch while they carried on a conversation, not really noticing her actions. On the bed, I slowly stroked myself, watching the mental-movie unfold. Reaching behind her, Rachael loosened the ties to her bikini top just a bit, allowing the front of it to slide down slightly, revealing more of her gorgeous cleavage. Her fingers increased their pressure on her crotch, and I saw a wet spot form on the front of her bikini bottoms. The fantasy men acted as if they didn't notice that my wife was starting to masturbate right in front of them. Pulling and squeezing on my throbbing cock, I noticed that my breathing was coming harder. With my free hand, I reached between my legs and gently palmed my balls, stretching the skin lightly away from me. The feeling was incredible. My mental Rachael had now slipped a hand inside her bikini bottoms, and was lightly rubbing her clit, as her top slid further down, revealing the tops of her hot, pink aureole. At that point, one of the men noticed and turned to face her across the pool, slightly nudging the others to do the same. All three of them stood quietly and watched. Rachael's left bikini strap worked its way down her shoulder, revealing most of her huge, left tit. Her nipple was hard with excitement. She fingered herself under her bottoms, sliding two fingers into her moist slit in front of the men. My cock pounded and jumped in my hand. Lifting my hand to my mouth, I spit on it for lubrication, and continued stroking myself...faster this time. In my fantasy, Rachael hooked her thumbs under the waist of her bikini bottoms, and slowly slid them down, showing the men her dripping pussy. As they watched, she continued to pull them. Raising her hips off of the lounge, she slid them over her hips and down to her ankles, finally dropping them on the ground in front of her. My hot wife was now completely bottomless, displaying her naked cunt to the men. Her large, left tit, swollen aureole, and stiff nipple hung free of her top. They devoured her with their eyes. Moving closer, the men formed a semi-circle around the foot of the lounge, peering down at her as she rubbed her clit with one hand, and pulled at her exposed nipple with the other. Nobody said a word. One of the men picked up her bottoms and stuffed them in his pants pocket. Wearing only her bikini top, covering one breast, my wife began slapping at her pussy and moaning...filling the air with the sound of it. On the bed, I stroked fast, stiffening my legs and pointing my toes straight out. "Oh god, Rachael," I moaned, imagining my wife masturbating in front of strange men. In my mind's eye, one of the men reached down and hooked his fingers under Rachael's bikini strap and pulled it slowly away from her, until it was gone completely. Both of her enormous globes were now naked and in plain view....they shook and lolled heavily with her movements. Her nipples stuck out lewdly as she fucked herself with her hand. One of them grabbed both of her bare ankles and gently spread her legs, as wide as she could manage. I beat my cock for all I was worth, feeling the orgasm building in my stomach. I imagined that the men had their cocks out, and were stroking to my gorgeous, totally nude wife, spread eagled on the lounge in front of them. She then turned over, got up on all fours, and bent forward, sticking her bare ass high in the air. Her heavy, naked globes hung to the lounge, swinging back and forth as she masturbated her pussy from behind...watching them over her shoulder. That was too much. "Oh god...Rachael...oh god...yes.." I moaned loudly on the bed, at the point of orgasm. "Do it baby, I want to see you naked...I want to see you naked in front of other men...play with yourself for them...Rachael..." I came...hard...jettisoning long ropes of white, hot cum all over my belly, as my hand flew on my cock, pulling it and squeezing it. "I need to see you naked for other men..." I said aloud, as the second wave hit me, washing over me in throes. My whole body went stiff, as I jerked hard, siphoning out the last few drops. Finally, my orgasm subsided, and I lay spent, with my softening, sticky cock against my belly. "Wow!" Rachael's voice broke the silence, ripping me from my fantasy. She was standing in the doorway. "Is that what you really want?" she asked, entering the room.