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My Wife's Night Class Ch. 01

By: Calvin427



My Wife’s Night Class, 1

Nancy Meets Her Classmates

My wife Nancy recently turned 25 but looks quite a bit younger thanks to her angelic face and petite figure. She has short blonde hair, stands a little over 5’ 4”, and weighs around 112 pounds. I love seeing her naked and she likes getting that way. Her breasts are small but perfect, with light pink areolas and nipples that are almost constantly at attention. She has a neatly trimmed swatch of pubic hair, reddish blonde in color, which tickles my nose when I eat her delicious little cunt. Her asshole is very tight, and the one time I fucked her there she didn’t like it much.

We’ve been married now for four years and Nancy has worked at various jobs (including nude modeling – as I said, she doesn’t mind getting naked) to put me through graduate school. Last year, she cut back on work hours to return to college part-time, and when I graduated and took a full-time teaching job in the local community college, Nancy became a full-time student at the state university twenty miles away from home.

One of Nancy’s classes last semester was an evening seminar in educational foundations, whatever that is. In her class were several women and five men, one probably gay and the other four jock-types – guys who planned to become high school coaches, she thought. She quickly got the four straight guys interested in her by the way she dressed and her open, often flirtatious manner.

The class was on Wednesday nights and finished around 9:30. Driving home after I picked her up after her first class, we discussed what was happening in the class besides the content (which was pretty much a bunch of crap). She said she’d immediately become the focus of male attention. No wonder. She’s almost always the best-looking woman wherever she is and she’d worn a short pleated skirt to class that showed plenty of thigh. The four jock-types, who seemed to know one another pretty well, invited her out for drinks after class. She told them not that night but maybe the following Wednesday. 

Her cover story for the guys was that she and her husband were having a trial separation. That she and her husband were good friends and that he (er, that’s me) had taken an apartment near her house. They might or might not get back together someday.

The idea of her going out for drinks with some guys who thought she was available sexually was very exciting to me. And they didn’t know who I was, so I could show up where they were without their knowing I was the “estranged” husband. I could watch them interact with her as though I were a complete stranger

So after dinner the following Wednesday I helped her pick out a horny outfit -- another short skirt and a loose white top that had a way of gaping open -- and drove her to her night class. I dropped her near the building where the class was, and, clutching her book bag and draping a light sweater over her arm, she climbed out of the car. When she leaned back in across the front seat to kiss me, her blouse fell open to give me a brief view of her beautiful right breast with its perfect, erect nipple. Did I mention that she wasn’t wearing a bra? Knowing her classmates would soon be treated to similar views, I felt my cock begin to stir.

I went to a nearby bar and had a couple of beers. Nancy said she’d tell the guys that if she went out with them after class, someone would have to drive her home because she’d miss her regular after-class ride. If this was all right, she said, she’d be happy to join them.

At about 8:30, the bartender told me there was a call for me. It was Nancy, of course. I’d given her the name and number of the bar where I’d be killing time and she’d agreed to call me there during the class break to let me know how things were going. Three of the jock-types (one had to go home to his wife) had agreed to drive her home after going out for drinks and she said they would at least start at a bar about a mile from campus. She gave me the name of it and said they’d probably be there around 9:45. Giggling, she said she’d been having fun in class by “accidentally” spreading her legs for the benefit of two of the guys sitting opposite her. Earlier, I’d watched her pulling on a pair of her sheerest white panties. I had a pretty good idea what the lucky bastards were getting to see.

With the Guys After Class

I wasted a little more time at my time-killing bar before driving over to the bar where Nancy and her new male friends would be going after class. It turned out to be at the back of a Mexican restaurant. It was a fairly large place with a long counter, tables, and three booths against the back wall. I started to order a drink, but since it was only about 9:30, I returned to the car and drove around awhile to think about things.

I tried to imagine what might happen that night. What did her classmates look like? She’d said they weren’t anything special, just average guys who looked like they’d once played sports. Since they hardly knew her, except to look up her skirt, what sort of moves would they make? Did they plan to compete for her or did they contemplate something as a group? Did they hope to get her drunk and group-fuck her? Probably they had nothing definite in mind. I just hoped whoever did the actual driving when they took her home that night didn’t get too drunk to drive safely.

I got back to the Mexican restaurant/bar at around 10:15. I wanted to give them a chance to settle in. The place wasn’t very crowded, and I saw them immediately seated at a table near the bar. There was a pitcher of beer in front of them and they had nearly finished it already. A few minutes after I arrived and took a seat at the bar a few feet from their table (Nancy flashed a wicked smile at me as I sat down), one of the guys, who was very tall and probably an ex-basketball player, returned the empty pitcher to the bar and ordered another one. Like the other two, he appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties. All of them seemed clean-cut and in reasonably good shape, though one had the beginning of a paunch.

As the tall one was returning with the pitcher of beer, one of the booths cleared and they all moved over to it. As they stood up, I noticed that the one with the slight paunch was quite short and very broad in the shoulders. An ex-wrestler, maybe. The third guy, very Nordic looking, seemed the oldest and had a receding hair line. They stood aside so Nancy, clutching her beer mug and still draping her light sweater over her arm, could slide into the back of the booth.

She made quite a production of it. After setting her mug down, she placed one knee on the end of the curved seat and leaned in to deposit her sweater at the back of the booth. This caused my wife’s skirt to hike way up in the back, almost but not quite to her ass. She held this position for a few seconds, apparently busy folding her sweater where she had laid it. I noticed the Nordic guy bend slightly, almost involuntarily, to get a slightly lower vantage point, but the show of legs wasn’t wasted on any of them. Then, Nancy stood up, and, gripping the table with both hands and bending forward (so one and maybe both of her breasts were on briefly full display to her new friends), slid into the back of the booth. They stood for a few seconds looking at her appreciatively, then slid in on either side of her.

Just then, an older guy sitting two stools from me at the bar groaned and said, “Jesus, Christ! Would you look at that!” It hadn’t occurred to me that others might be enjoying the show, too. 

I was sitting sideways at the bar, so I could look over discreetly at what my wife was doing. But the old guy had twisted his seat around so he was looking directly at the four sitting in the booth. He was pretty drunk.

He leaned toward me, confidingly, trying not to let his enthusiasm get too loud. “That’s the best looking piece of ass I’ve ever seen in here,” he said. “Usually they’ve got pants on. The girls I mean. But it’s a treat to see a girl like that . . . .” He suddenly stopped as though he’d swallowed something the wrong way. “Geez!” he resumed, “Look at that! You can see right up her dress. See that?”

Oddly, I found this crude talk quite stimulating . And so was the fact that what the drunk was saying happened to be true. From where we sat, we could both see very far up her skirt. As she chatted with the guys on either side of her, Nancy crossed and recrossed her legs several times, but there were times when she spread her knees about a foot apart. “Yes, I see what you mean,” I said. “I think she’s wearing panties, though.”

“Maybe,” he said. “But they’re pretty thin.”

Then he began muttering things to himself. Mostly they were obscene remarks about how he’d like to eat her cunt, fuck her till she screamed, that sort of thing. He sounded almost hostile, knowing he had no chance of actually doing any of these things. The hostility began to be a turn-off for me.

Turning sideways again at the bar (with my back to the drunk, who continued muttering), I noticed that Nancy had her new friends’ full attention. As the four of them talked and drank for almost an hour, Tall Guy, who was sitting at her left, kept looking down her blouse and I knew, from his angle, he had to be getting great looks at her sometimes exposed right nipple. Nancy pretended not to notice, of course, that she was letting too much tit show.

They finished a third pitcher of beer and the conversation in the booth was getting louder and more animated. The short guy especially kept saying things that made the rest of them crack up. Finally, despite the hilarity, Nancy must have said something about leaving because the three guys slid out of the booth so she could get out. They stood together watching her slide her ass around the table and, pretending greater difficulty than she was really having, struggle to stand up. This apparent struggle involved her awkwardly throwing her legs wide open to give all three of them a quick look at her sheer-white-pantied cunt. I couldn’t see because the stocky one was blocking my view, but I knew they could see plenty and I was loving it. So was the old drunk. He groaned and cursed appreciatively, summing up my feelings perfectly. 

Nancy went to the women’s room while Nordic Guy went to the men’s room. Tall Guy and the Ex-Wrestler stood watching my wife walk to the can. Ex-Wrestler said something in a quiet voice about her. Then he rolled his eyes comically and they both laughed. I could only guess at the sort of comment it had been. 

I finished my drink, which I’d nursed for the past forty-five minutes, and went out to our car in the parking lot. Minutes later the four emerged from the bar, my wife, now wearing her light sweater, walking unsteadily and leaning on Nordic Guy for support. Ex-Wrestler gave her a bear-hug, said goodnight, and climbed into his car. I thought I heard him say something about his wife. Then Tall Guy opened the passenger door of a large pickup truck and Nordic Guy helped Nancy climb up on to the seat. As he did, his hands were all over her naked thighs. Then he climbed up beside her and Tall Guy walked around to the driver’s side and got in.

I followed the pickup truck as it climbed on to the interstate and headed for our house twenty miles away. I continued following them for several miles, noticing that Nancy’s head was resting on Nordic Guy’s shoulder. She must have been playing drunk. Then I accelerated and passed them. I had no trouble getting home before they did since Tall Guy was only going around 60 mph.

I wondered how much thigh she was showing in Tall Guy’s truck as she pretended to be passed out or on the verge of it. I wondered if male hands had found their way up that short skirt of hers.

My Wife's Night Class Ch. 02



Nancy, Guys Arrive at the House

I parked the car around the corner from the house, locked it, and went in the house to wait. After taking an enormous piss, I turned on the porch lights and killed all the lights inside. I sat at the kitchen table in the dark, imagining male hands up my wife’s skirt or reaching down her blouse. I took out my cock, which had been semi-erect all night but which was fully engorged now, and stroked it. About twenty minutes later – it was now about midnight – Tall Guy’s truck pulled up out front.

Looking out the front kitchen window, I saw Nordic Guy climb out and reach back up to help my wife get out. Tall Guy had killed the engine and was walking around the front of the truck. As she slid down from the truck, Nancy’s skirt was pushed up almost to her waist, so both guys, thanks to the bright porch light, got yet another eyeful. Tall Guy reached in and got her book bag, and then the three of them began walking toward our front door. Nancy, still playing drunk, leaned heavily against Nordic Guy, whose right arm was around her upper body to support her. His hand was just beneath her right breast and several times, as they neared the front door, I noticed his hand slide up and make contact with the bottom of the breast. I couldn’t be sure, but he appeared to have a partial erection. Either that, or he had a very large unit.

As Nancy fumbled for her keys (it took her a while to retrieve them from her book-bag, I think), I let myself out the sliding door that led from the kitchen to the patio. From the patio I was able to see nearly everything in the kitchen and part of the living room.

Pushing the door open, my wife stumbled in. Nordic Guy’s right arm remained around her, in a gesture he meant to seem supportive, I guess. Actually, I think, he just didn’t want to stop touching her. Tall Guy entered last, carrying her book-bag. 

She broke away from Nordic Guy, walked over to the refrigerator, and took out three cans of beer. She must have promised them another drink for driving her home. The two guys sat down on the living room couch and she brought them each a beer. Then, untucking her blouse from her skirt and kicking off her shoes, she sat down on the carpeted floor in front of them. Steadying herself as she sat, Nancy leaned way forward on the palms of her hands, and both guys obviously got a wonderful down-blouse shot of her naked breasts – Nordic Guy actually nudged Tall Guy with his elbow to make sure he wasn’t missing the show. Then, adjusting and readjusting her legs in front of her as she chatted with them, Nancy “accidentally” gave them several other good crotch shots. I gathered this by watching where their eyes went and how large they got at times.

They drank their beers and talked for another half hour. Then Nancy began stretching and yawning – time-to-go-to-bed signals. The guys took the hint and stood up to go. Tall Guy reached down and pulled Nancy up from the floor. She gave each of them a big hug before they left. Nordic Guy’s hands slid down to her ass as he returned her hug.

Then they left and, replacing my stiff cock in my trousers, I re-entered the kitchen. Nancy came over to me, gave me a big kiss, and said she really was tired (though hardly drunk at all), but that she was turned on, too. The ride home from the bar had been pretty arousing, she said. 

We spent the next thirty minutes having very good sex. Seconds after she began sucking my cock, I almost came. So I stopped her and ate her cunt for a while. She was very wet. She came twice with my tongue lashing her clit and probing her cunt. Finally, I bent her over and fucked her from the back with my index finger up her tight little asshole. I came gallons, it seemed, and she came again too.

As we recovered, she began telling me more about her evening. She said that at the bar they began talking about class stuff, but it got personal pretty fast. The tall guy’s name was Arthur. Unmarried, he was the quietest and shyest of the four guys in the class. Dean, the short one who left them at the bar, was married with several kids. This didn’t stop him from talking almost constantly about sex. The one I’ve been calling Nordic Guy was Jerry, also married but (he claimed) not happily. Their mutual friend, John, who had been absent from class that night, was also married. Nancy said John was actually the best looking of the four.

They’d asked a lot of questions about her. They were most interested to learn that she had worked recently as a nude model for a photographer. They asked her what sort of nude photos she’d posed for. She said they were mostly artistic and tasteful, but once when she’d been especially short of money she’d posed for a photographer who’d talked her into doing erotic pictures. They’d been with a male model. She’d made it clear that there’d be no intercourse, but she’d allowed the male model to do just about everything else with her. Apparently there was a good market for so-called “foreplay” pictures. They asked her whether she’d liked posing for the erotic photos. She told them it was just a job to her, but admitted that it had been “pretty stimulating.”

Dean asked her what she meant by “stimulating,” but she acted as though she didn’t want to get too specific. They kept pressing her, though, until she admitted that the experience was stimulating enough that she’d actually had an orgasm. This news had a strong effect on the three guys (though it was bullshit since I knew she’d really only posed for art shots) and they couldn’t stop talking about it with her.

She piqued their interest further by telling them that if her finances didn’t improve soon, she might have to look for more modeling work. But she had no local connections, so it might be tough. That’s when Jerry (the one I’ve been calling Nordic Guy) said he knew somebody who might be looking for a model. He wondered if she’d be interested.

She said she might be. Since her husband had taken their car with him when they separated, she needed to buy one soon for herself. Then there were the new school expenses. And the easiest way to earn money, she thought, was by modeling.

Jerry said he’d talk to his photographer friend. Dean, the drunkest of the three, said he’d like to be there when she modeled because, well, he couldn’t think of a good reason. She laughed -- they all laughed -- but she told them something (another bullshit story) I’m sure they loved hearing: that a bad modeling experience had made her leery of photographers and that she preferred having friends present to make her feel safer.

All three said they’d be happy to keep her company during a photo shoot, if it came about.

It was almost 2:00 a.m., and I was through fucking for the night, but I was beginning to see very exciting possibilities for what Nancy was laying the groundwork for.

I asked her about the ride home from the bar. How was it “arousing”? Did Jerry and Arthur (the tall guy driving) continue with the talk about nude modeling? She said they didn’t because she didn’t want to go on with it yet – she wasn’t sure where it was heading. But, excited by the exhibitionist thoughts going through her mind, almost as soon as they left the bar she pretended to be very sleepy and leaned against Jerry as though passed out. She continued leaning against him until she “woke up” near our house. All the way home, Arthur was pretty much a gentleman and, except for repeated looks at her exposed thighs (her skirt had worked its way up all the way to her panties), paid attention to driving his truck. 

Jerry, though, as soon as he thought my wife had passed out, made very free with his right hand. He fondled her breasts almost the entire way home and, once, put his hand up her skirt and briefly touched her cunt through her panties. Apparently, he was somewhat restrained by Arthur’s presence. The breast fondling occurred because Nancy’s back was partially turned to the driver and he couldn’t see what Jerry was doing with his right hand. The hand up the skirt, however, was done quickly as Arthur’s attention was on some driving maneuver. Nancy said it had taken her by surprise and she’d made a small involuntary sound even though she was supposed to be asleep. She said her clit had tingled for miles. 



My Wife's Night Class Ch. 03



My Wife’s Night Class Ch. 3: Home Improvement

Since I had no morning classes to teach on Thursday, I stayed in bed late the day following Nancy’s Wednesday night adventure with Arthur, Jerry, and Dean. Nancy stayed in bed with me long enough to give me a wonderful morning blowjob before heading off in our car to the university for a morning class. Lying in bed I began to form a plan to make future wife watching easier.

I decided to build a viewing area from within the hall closet, which shares a wall with the living room. First, to make room, I moved some boxes and other stuff into the guest room. Then I removed a piece of the sheet rock wall about sixteen inches square at eye level for me when standing. Next I drilled a small hole in the living room wall so that when standing in the closet I could lean forward slightly through the piece of wall I’d removed and get a good view of most of the living room. Anticipating that Nancy’s sexual activities with other men would occur on the couch and on the carpeted floor in front of it, an area well-lighted by lamps at both ends of the couch, I made sure the peephole allowed me to see this area especially well.

Nancy got back from her morning classes a little after noon and I showed her my handiwork. She laughed at me a little and said, “You’re really into this, aren’t you.” Then she went into the closet to try it out. She had to stand on some books to peak through the hole, but when she did she agreed that if something interesting happened in the living room, I wouldn’t miss much of it. Then we went into the living room and I showed her that the hole was hardly noticeable there.

“You’re a wonderful degenerate,” she said. “I guess I’ll just have to make all your hard work worthwhile. Besides, you know how much I hate fooling around with other guys.” She laughed teasingly. She knew when she talked about being with other guys I got horny almost at once. I hugged her and she rubbed my cock through my pants, but it was time for me to leave for the afternoon class I taught. So she fixed herself lunch and I took off for several hours.

The Third Wednesday Night Class

I drove Nancy to class the following Wednesday night, but since it was getting colder my wife wore a heavy sweater over a thin white blouse (with no bra under it, of course) and knee socks to cover at least part of her legs. She still looked very sexy, of course, especially since she again wore a fairly short skirt and her bare thighs were still quite visible when she sat down. Again she wore a pair of sheer white panties.

I hung around the university area again while my wife was in class. I browsed in used bookstores, had an expensive but not especially good cup of coffee in a campus hangout, then headed for the bar Nancy would call me on her break, as she had the Wednesday before, to tell me what was up that night.

The call came about thirty minutes after I arrived at the bar. Nancy, on her class break, said that she was going out again with the guys after class. This time, since John was in class, all four would be joining her. She gave me the name of a place and said they’d be there fairly soon, in about half an hour, since the teacher intended to dismiss class early.

She said that John, who happened to live in a suburb near our town, had volunteered to drive her home after drinks. The other three guys went along with the plan without discussion. She had the suspicion that the plan had been somehow negotiated among them. She said, “John’s really good looking. Who knows? Maybe you’ll have something to look at through the peephole tonight.”

The bar turned out to be in a large hotel about three miles away from the university campus. I sat down at the bar and ordered a soft drink. On a small stage, a country-western quartet was warming up to play. The patrons didn’t look very western, though; they were mainly people staying at the hotel, I think. They started off with a swing tune of some kind (I know nothing about western music, so I’m not sure), then something slower, sappier. 

In the middle of this tune, my wife entered the bar area with four guys, Arthur (the tall one), Jerry (the balding one), Dean (the short, stocky one), and a male-model-handsome one turned out to be John. Jerry (who seemed to have made a physical claim to my wife’s body based on having fondled her breasts the previous Wednesday night when he thought she was passed out) had one hand on her back as he guided her toward one of the larger tables. She didn’t have her book bag with her, so it must have been in John’s car -- he being the lucky driver tonight.

Several self-conscious-looking people were out on the floor dancing to the slow tune. Nancy and her classmates gave their orders to the waitress, chatted, and watched the dancers. They all ordered beers. After quickly downing the first round, they ordered another. Then, as the quartet played a more lively tune, Dean pulled Nancy up from the table and out to the dance floor. She’s a good dancer (I’m not – it’s one of her only criticisms of me) and Dean was pretty good too. He twirled her around gracefully, energetically.

Nancy was the best-looking girl in the place and when she danced nearly every eye was on her. And what a treat for the eyes she was. Her creamy thighs showed above her knee-high socks as she danced. Once, on one of her twirls, her ass was briefly exposed, and everyone could see that her little white panties had wedged up into her crack. On the way back to the table, apparently feeling too warm, she pulled her heavy sweater off. Beneath it she had on a loose fitting blue blouse. She had carelessly unbuttoned it low enough that her breasts were easily visible, since she wore no bra, when she leaned forward even slightly.

The five of them drank, talked, and danced for about an hour, then (at about 10:30) they got ready to leave. Nancy looked a little tipsy and leaned on John (the guy driving her home) as she started for the door. She had her sweater over her arm and as she and the four guys walked closer to the bar, I was surprised to see how much of her breasts were exposed beneath the loose, partially unbuttoned blue blouse. I hadn’t realized it gaped open quite so much. I, and several others at the bar, got a brief but sexy view of her jiggling left breast, with its erect pink nipple, as she walked past. 

I followed them outside and watched John open the passenger-side door of his boxy little car for my wife. The other three guys stood nearby to see what they could of her as she got in but were probably disappointed. As I walked to my car, John walked around to the driver’s side of his car and got in. As the dome light went on inside his car, I got a glimpse of Nancy reclining in her seat, as though on the verge of falling asleep. I wondered, as I started my car, whether he’d be able to keep his hands off her during the twenty-mile trip. I hoped not.



My Wife's Night Class Ch. 04



John Comes in for a Little Wine

I passed John’s car on the interstate and, trying not to speed, hurried home. I parked the car across the street and ran into the darkened house. I turned on a floor lamp near the wall with the peephole, then a small reading lamp on one end table. I wanted the couch and the carpeted area in front of it well lighted. I then rushed down the hall and quickly took a whiz. 

Only a few minutes after the toilet stopped flushing, I heard John’s car pull up in front. I didn’t watch the two of them approach the house but went immediately to the closet from where, through a peephole, I knew I’d be able to watch (and hear) whatever went on in the living room. I heard the door open, John saying something, and Nancy laughing. Then they entered together. She still had her heavy sweater draped over her arm and he was carrying her book bag. She took the bag from him and, after dropping her keys in it, set it down by the couch. Her blouse, I noticed, was just as unbuttoned as it had been in the bar. My beautiful wife was still showing plenty of breast.

He asked her if he could use the bathroom and she directed him down the hall. When he was out of sight, she walked over to the peephole and whispered hello to me. She said, a little drunkenly, that she thought John was really a hunk. Did I? I didn’t answer and she just laughed. Then, after walking over to the radio and tuning in an AM jazz station, she disappeared into the kitchen and returned a minute later with a chilled bottle of wine and two glasses, which she set on the coffee table. She next kicked off her shoes and, flashing me a smile, sat on the carpet in front of the coffee table. I heard the toilet flushing (for the second time in five minutes) and a moment later John was back in the living room.

“Could you pour us each a glass, please?” asked Nancy. As John did this, my wife, still seated on the floor, slowly unrolled and removed her knees socks. John was very cool, not spilling a drop while pouring the wine as he looked down at her thighs and crotch, which she made no effort to conceal. “You’ve got beautiful legs,” he said.

“Thank you,” said Nancy, reaching for the glass of wine he held out to her.

In the closet, I had taken off my trousers and briefs and was holding my hardening cock in my right hand. I was getting very turned on knowing this guy was probably able to see, through her thin white panties, the shape of my wife’s cunt-lips and the pattern of her reddish-blonde pubic hair. He’d praised her legs, but I knew it had to be her crotch that interested him more.

He sat down next to her on the carpet and removed his shoes. “So you’re dating other men now,” he said (or something close to this), “but what’s that you said in the car about not having sex?”

I think she answered something like the following (the volume was set low on the radio, but I couldn’t make out every word): “Not really dating. I’ve never been into that sort of thing. I have new men friends and I’m not interested in getting into anything with any of them exclusively. What I meant was I’m not ready for full-scale fucking [yes, she definitely used the word] right now. Partly it’s psychological: my husband and I haven’t decided for sure to split up and I’ve got some old-fashioned ideas about loyalty, I guess. Also, I’m afraid of STDs, which you can get even with condoms, I understand.”

They chatted for a while (part of the time about John’s wife, who he said had gained weight after their first baby and couldn’t seem to lose it) then Nancy said something about being not being able to stay up much longer. She needed to take a shower and get to bed. He asked if he should leave and she said there was no rush -- they could at least finish their wine. Then she stood up and walked down the hall to the bathroom. 

She was gone for almost five minutes. John stood up with his glass of wine and wandered around the living room. At one point he walked right by the peephole but didn’t notice anything odd about it. Mostly he looked at prints on the wall.

When Nancy returned, his eyes lit up. She had changed out of her skirt and blouse and was now wearing a very short karate-jacket type robe, tied with a sash at the waist and with a top that gapes open with the slightest motion. The bottom of the robe comes up very high on her thighs. She sat down again on the carpet, next to her half-finished glass a wine on the coffee table, and invited John to rejoin her there.

As she sat down with her bare feet toward me, I was delighted to see that she had removed her panties. Her moist cunt lips were now fully visible to me. John was sitting to the side of her, though, so couldn’t see what she’d done. But I noticed his eyes darting down the gaped-open front of her robe, getting a good look at her left breast. 

After several minutes, she reached behind her neck with her left hand and began massaging herself there. Noticing this (he was meant to, I’m sure), John asked her if she had a stiff neck. She said she did. He asked her if she’d like him to rub it for her and, by way of answer, she repositioned herself by scooting closer to the peephole with her back to him (and her legs spread so I had an even better view of that lovely cunt of hers) so he could get at the supposedly afflicted area. She leaned her head forward and made appreciative noises as, on his knees behind her, he gently massaged her neck and shoulders.

As John massaged my wife’s neck and shoulders, he gradually pulled apart the collar of her robe until it fell off her shoulders entirely and lay gathered at her elbows. This meant that her breasts were both now fully exposed, though he couldn’t see them yet since he was kneeling behind her. Nancy acted as though she didn’t notice this. Meanwhile, he’d begun massaging her bare back.

As John massaged her neck, I heard Nancy ask him about his wife. Would she mind his being over here? She hoped she wouldn’t have to worry about an angry confrontation with her for being too friendly with her husband. John said there was nothing to worry about. Besides, nothing serious was going to happen, right? 

A few minutes later he asked her if she’d lie on her belly so he could do a better job on her back. She said something about needing to go to bed soon but that what he was doing felt wonderful. He mentioned how a good back massage would help her sleep better. At this she straightened up, pulled her robe back over her shoulders (a false show of modesty), and turned over on her belly with her bare feet aimed almost directly in the direction of my peephole.

I mentioned how short her robe was. Well, she pretended not to notice, but as she lay face-down on the carpet her robe barely covered her naked ass. As John crawled around to get beside her body, his eyes went immediately to her upper thighs and the lower part of her ass. Her feet were about ten inches apart, so from my angle I could just barely make out her lovely cunt. John didn’t have the right angle to see anything yet.

He placed both his knees together by her left thigh and, leaning forward, resumed massaging her neck and shoulders. In order to do this better, he pulled the top of her robe down so that almost her whole back was bare. She cooperated as he did this by raising her upper body and pulling her arms out of the sleeves of the robe.

He said something about baby oil, how it was too bad there wasn’t any. She said it didn’t matter. What he was doing felt great. After several minutes of leaning forward in a slightly awkward position, John straddled Nancy’s left leg so he could work more in a straight line with her body. This move blocked my view of her cunt for a while, but I was pleased to see that his knee was now nearly touching her ass. And as he worked on her back the knee moved up tighter and tighter against her ass until I heard her gasp. John had wedged it tightly against her ass and was making full contact with her cunt.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” I heard her answer. “But it feels almost too good. Maybe we’d better stop now.” (I loved the ambiguous “it.”)

“Maybe I’ll work on your legs a little,” said John, ignoring her suggestion.

“Oh, God,” said Nancy. But it wasn’t a “no,” so John removed his knee from between her legs and pulled her robe up so it again covered her upper back. Deliberately or accidentally, his pulling the robe up caused the robe’s hem to ride up so that my wife’s ass was now fully exposed not only to me but also to her eager masseur, a fact she pretended to be unconscious of.

John moved down Nancy’s body so his head was now just above her lovely ass. Gently, he began rubbing first one leg then the other, but I’m pretty sure his eyes stayed riveted on the crack of her ass and the treasure beneath it. When he had massaged her back just minutes earlier, his knee had pushed her legs pretty far apart. When he exposed her ass by pulling her robe up to her shoulders, she pulled her feet a little closer together, but her cunt and asshole were still visible to both of us.

“You are really beautiful,” said John. “You are so beautiful.” As he said this, he began rubbing her thighs more vigorously. Gradually, he worked his hands higher and higher up her thighs until they were on the bare cheeks of her ass. At first he massaged her there tentatively, not wanting to alarm her perhaps, but after a few minutes, with his thumbs less than an inch from her cunt, he began firmly kneading her ass, one beautiful cheek in each hand. This action, which went on for almost five minutes I think, caused Nancy’s cunt to be pulled wide open again and again while fully exposing her perfect little asshole. John’s eyes feasted on this prolonged, wonderfully obscene display of her private parts. And that was all I could take – I’d been stroking my hard cock for quite a while now and I couldn’t help shooting cum all over the wall I was leaning against as I took in the scene through the peephole. (Note to self: next time bring in some paper towels.) 

Meanwhile, Nancy was breathing more and more deeply and making little moaning sounds. Taking this as encouragement, no doubt, John placed his right hand fully on her cunt and began caressing it gently. He continued this for almost a minute and Nancy’s moans grew louder and louder. Then I watched him lean forward so his face was only inches from her ass and insert his right index finger into her cunt. Her whole body began to spasm then, and I thought she was already starting to cum. Instead, she abruptly drew her left leg up and rolled on to her right side, causing John to straighten up and withdraw his hand. “Oh, God,” she said, having a hard time catching her breath. “That felt so good. Too good. I’m sorry, but I didn’t want it to go this far.” 

Since her robe had only been laid over her back (her arms weren’t in the sleeves), it fell off her body entirely and she was now entirely naked. She picked it up from the carpet and stood up facing him. John, still reclining on the carpet, had his first full-body view of my wife’s naked body – those high perfect breasts with their erect pink nipples, that pretty little patch of cunt hair -- and she let him savor it for a few seconds before putting her robe back on.

When he stood up, his hard-on was bulging in his trousers. Nancy walked over to him, put her arms around his neck, and gave him a full embrace and kiss. Then, still embracing, they had a whispered conversation for several seconds. Nancy was probably apologizing to him for letting things go so far. Then they kissed again, more deeply, and John’s hands flipped up the hem of my wife’s robe and, firmly clutching her naked ass, pulled her against his hard-on. My cock was getting hard again watching those hands mauling Nancy’s ass, but they soon broke off the embrace, and facing the inevitable, John (still bulging at the crotch) gradually made his way to and out the front door.

When he left, I went immediately into the living room and Nancy said, “Damn, I hope you liked that. I sure did! I haven’t been that turned on in years!” I kissed her and said I thought she’d been wonderful. Then I picked her up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom where I ate her very juicy cunt for about thirty minutes while she had several orgasms. As she was about to cum each time, she said things like, “Did you see what he was doing to me?” and “Did you see how hard he got?” Finally, my cock stiff again, I entered her and fucked her missionary style. As I came in her she was saying something about seeing John again soon. How next time she’d help him get rid of his hard-on. 

We lay in bed talking about the evening for another twenty minutes or so. I asked her about seeing John again and she answered that there was nothing definite. But there was a strong possibility. Then I fell asleep and I think she wasn’t far behind me.



My Wife's Night Class Ch. 05



My Wife’s Night Class Ch. 5: Arranging a Photo Shoot

I called in sick Thursday because I felt like spending a leisurely morning with my wife, who had put on such a good sex show for me with her classmate John the night before. Also, there were some stirrings of jealousy I needed to deal with. After getting massaged and briefly fingerfucked by the ridiculously handsome John, Nancy told me that she hadn’t been so turned on in years. Had this been exuberant exaggeration? I hoped so. I loved watching her almost fuck other guys, but I didn’t want to become her second or third-best lover.

She reassured me. The sexual massage she’d received from John had been wonderful, she said, but she didn’t want me to feel threatened. I was her first choice of sexual partners. After all, I was the only one (so far) she’d actually fucked.

As for being so turned on, she admitted that having a strange man, especially a hunk like John, touching her sexually was tremendously stimulating. I told her how I felt both aroused and jealous when watching her with another guy. I told her I was probably a little masochistic; maybe I actually liked the feeling of being jealous.

Anyway, during a late breakfast, she told me more about what she and John and discussed as he drove her home the night before. A friend of Jerry’s, someone he knew slightly, was a photographer who was always looking for nude models. John said that Jerry had suggested Nancy to him, saying she was beautiful, had experience, and looking for some extra cash to buy a car.

Nancy told John that, tentatively at least, she was interested. She had several provisos, though. One was that the photography session or sessions take place at her house. She was wary of photography studios where she had once (she lied) had a bad experience. Another was that she wanted someone else around as further protection against the photographer taking liberties. John immediately volunteered to be a chaperone. Nancy mentioned that several of the other guys in the night class had volunteered, too. No wonder, John had said. The final provisos were that the shoots could be erotic but she’d only go so far (there’d be no fucking or blowjobs) and she’d wear a wig to disquise herself somewhat. 

At about six-thirty Thursday night, John called Nancy and told her, if she was still willing, that he could arrange a photo shoot for Saturday afternoon at her house. Then they discussed money, the details of which aren’t important.

John said he’d bring the photographer, whose name was Wendell, and that Jerry, who knew the photographer best, would also be there, if that was all right. She said fine. Then he added that there’d be a male model, too. Some guy Wendell worked with. She said OK, but to remember the provisos. She’d expect the four of them on Saturday at around 2:00 p.m.

When she told me about the male model, I knew this photo session might turn into something really special. My cock stirred in my pants thinking about it. To confirm what I already knew, I asked Nancy if she’d actually modeled with a male partner before and she said she hadn’t, that she’d lied to her new male friends to stir their interest. It was going to be a new adventure for her, too.

Let’s see. With my wife at the photography session would be John, who had just last night massaged my wife all over and ended up fondling and fingering her juicy little cunt; Jerry, who the previous week had played with her breasts and touched her cunt through her panties while he thought she was passed out; some (probably horny) photographer named Wendell; and a male model whose main job, apparently, was pornography. 

Watching my wife “alone” with four guys in a sexual situation: All sorts of scary and exciting possibilities came to my mind. I wondered how hard it was going to be for Nancy not to perform actual intercourse. I mean, what if the male model turned her on too much? Would her male classmates, who’d sampled her, be able merely to watch or would they have to join in?

Saturday Afternoon

All Saturday morning I was a wreck thinking about what might happen in a few hours. At 2:00 o’clock my wife Nancy was going to model nude with a male model for a photographer while two of the guys in her Wednesday night class, both married, looked on. I’d also be looking on, of course, but through a peephole I’d made in the living room wall.

We started the day off with a wonderful fuck. As we fucked she repeated how good it had felt when John, as he gave her a sensual massage, spread her ass cheeks apart and caressed her cunt the Wednesday night before. She said she’d been on the verge of cumming before he stopped caressing her vaginal area and stuck his finger inside her, interrupting the clitoral contact that had her close. I told her how much I enjoyed watching him fingerfuck her and she said it was especially exciting to her knowing that I was watching.

I asked her (still fucking) if she liked the idea of all these guys seeing her photographed naked. Also how she felt about some strange guy with a big porn actor’s dick playing with her body while we all watched. By way of an answer, she moaned and had a huge orgasm. Seconds later, I erupted inside her. Damn, I’m lucky to have Nancy for a wife!

We spent the morning and early afternoon killing time around the house. At lunch, we both had several glasses of wine to relax. Finally, right on time at 2:00 o’clock, a van and John’s tinny little car pulled up in front of the house. I watched through the living room window as the driver of the van, a satchel over his shoulder, opened the side door and took out some equipment. His passenger, a short stocky man with long dark hair, picked up the gear and started with it for the front door. I hadn’t seen him before, so he must be the male model John had mentioned. Meanwhile, John and Jerry (he of the receding hairline) climbed out of John’s car and followed the other two toward the front door.

I quickly headed for the hallway closet (from where I could watch what happened in the living room through a peephole I’d drilled in the common wall) and listened as the doorbell rang and Nancy’s bare feet padded toward the door to answer it. I looked through the peephole to see her greeting them. She was wearing only the very short terry cloth robe she’d had on when John had massaged her the Wednesday night before. And she looked good enough to eat.

Wendell the photographer shook hands with Nancy as he introduced himself. Then he explained that the stocky man carrying the gear, Nick, would be working with her but that he didn’t speak much English. Nick, beaming widely, took both of Nancy’s hands in his and said “hello” with a thick eastern European accent. Then he and Wendell began moving furniture around (the couch away from the wall, the coffee table across the room) and setting up two tripods, one of them supporting a sort of umbrella with a small boom light attached. Luckily for me, the couch and the area in front of it were to be the place where the models would work. 

Jerry, meanwhile, had taken several bottles of wine out of a bag and asked Nancy if he could take them into the kitchen. She led him and John there and I heard the refrigerator door open and shut and wine glasses being fetched. Minutes later, as Wendell and Nick finished setting up their equipment, Nancy and her two classmates emerged from the kitchen with empty glasses and two open bottles of wine. She poured a glass for everyone and disappeared again into the kitchen with Wendell. I heard them discussing the release form and something about the money. And I heard him tell her that Nick understood what the rules were, meaning (I assumed) that he wouldn’t try to actually fuck my wife.

Nancy then went down the hallway to our bedroom to get the blonde schoolgirl wig that she’d purchased a year ago (when we were playing at a different sex game). Meanwhile, Wendell removed a video camera and a regular camera from a large satchel and Nick began unselfconsciously taking off his clothes. Wendell stopped him and said he should wait a little while to get entirely naked. So Nick, wearing only a pair of jeans and socks, returned to the couch and resumed drinking his wine. He was only about five-foot-eight but very well built and with a deeply tanned and rather hairy chest. He grinned at John and Jerry, who were sitting on the floor drinking their wine.

Nancy returned in a few minutes wearing the schoolgirl wig. It was very blonde and had two pigtails pulled up slightly at the back. She had also put more color on her cheeks and lips, heavier eye liner, and mascara on her eye lashes. Nick stood up from the couch and actually applauded. John and Jerry looked on appreciatively.

Wendell said, “That looks terrific, dear, but I might have to do a little touching up before we get started.” He then walked over to her and looked closely at her facial makeup. Then he adjusted her wig slightly, repinning it a little higher so more of her forehead showed. She was standing facing Wendell and with her back to me. Reclining to either side of her on the floor were Jerry and John and I could see that they were sneaking looks up my wife’s robe at her ass and cunt. Odd. They’d soon be seeing everything, yet the temptation to get a fleeting glance up at her was too much to resist.

“Now,” said Wendell, “please take the robe off. I need to look you over to see if we need to do anything to you.” She backed away from him a step and abruptly dropped the robe on the carpet behind her. She was standing stark naked among four men and my cock, which I was stroking gently in the closet, was already rock hard.

Wendell said, “Beautiful. Beautiful.” I couldn’t see from my angle, but he apparently gave Nancy’s breasts a little squeeze before grasping her shoulders and rotating her body so he (and the others) could see her from all sides. “Those little breasts of yours are perfect and natural,” he said, “I get so tired of photographing women with big fake tits. And the pubic hair is nice, too. Just the right amount. The only blemish I see is down on your lower leg. I think we can forget about it. Looks like you banged your shin against something.”

“I guess so. I forget,” said Nancy.

“Now,” he continued, “Since this is an erotic shoot, I need to get an up-close look at you between your legs. Would you mind spreading your feet, please?”

Nancy obliged by turning her back to the couch where Nick sat staring at her body appreciatively and spreading her feet about a yard apart. She was facing toward me now. Wendell got on his knees and crawled around in front of her. He then reached up with both hands and, using his thumbs, slowly spread her cunt lips wide open. As he did this, Nancy’s eyes went straight to my peephole. She gave me a I-hope-you’re-enjoying-this look. Wendell opened and closed her cunt for about ten seconds. As he did, he said repeatedly, “Beautiful. Beautiful. Nice and tight.” Then, grasping her hips, he turned her around so she was facing the couch and said, “Nick. You’re going to love working with Nancy. She’s got a body that would make the Pope hard.”

Then, from behind her now, he spread her legs again and told her to bend forward. She did, balancing herself with one hand on John’s shoulder. Jerry, her balding classmate, scooted slightly closer to Wendell to see what he was doing better. Meanwhile, Nick, misunderstanding the comment about working with Nancy, had again begun taking off his jeans. Wendell reached up and, holding a perfect ass cheek gently in each hand, spoke somewhat sharply to Nick, “No. Don’t get undressed. Wait!” Then, applying pressure with his thumbs, he spread my wife’s vagina and ass wide open and held it that way for several seconds. Again came his favorite word of praise, “Beautiful. Not a blemish. Not a hemorrhoid. No wayward hairs. Beautiful.”

Standing up, Wendell patted Nancy on the ass and told her to put her robe back on. He said he wouldn’t need to make a single cosmetic improvement. Also, he wanted her to start off posing clothed with Nick. He asked her if he could see some of her skirts and blouses and if it would be OK to use them in the photo shoot. So she took him back to our bedroom to go through her closet. She could easily explain my clothes there, I was sure, since her story was that we were only separated not divorced.

John and Jerry, left sitting on the floor in the living room with Nick, seemed a little ill at ease. Not Nick, though. Leaning back on the couch, he already had a hard-on. Grinning at the two of them and rubbing his cock through his jeans, he said, “I ready now for fucking Nancy.” 



My Wife's Night Class Ch. 06



My Wife’s Night Class, 6: Posing with Nick

While Wendell and my wife were back in the bedroom deciding on an outfit for her to wear, my hard-on subsided and I took a piss in a plastic bottle I’d brought into the closet with me. I knew this session might take awhile, so I was prepared. Occasionally I peeked in at John, Jerry, and the always-ready-to-fuck Nick, but they weren’t very interesting to watch. 

After about twenty minutes, I heard Nancy and Wendell returning to the living room. I went to the peephole to see what they’d selected for her. Nancy had put on one of her short, flaired skirts and a white button-down blouse. On her feet were a pair of white gym socks. Damn, she looked about sixteen! Wendell twirled her around to show everyone. Then he lifted her skirt to reveal her panties, which were ordinary white cotton ones.

Everyone loved the way she looked. I watched Nick’s face, especially. He was obviously delighted.

John took Wendell aside and whispered something to him. Wendell seemed impatient and said, “He knows. Don’t worry. That’s just talk.” Obviously, John was concerned about Nick’s comment that he was ready to actually fuck Nancy and wanted to make sure there was no misunderstanding. 

John seemed somewhat placated. Wendell told Nick to put his shirt and socks back on so they could begin “the scene,” which he explained was to be heavy petting on the couch. Nancy stood drinking another glass of wine while Wendell readjusted the little macramé blanket on the couch, turned on and adjusted the lights on either side of the couch, and got his video camera ready. Then he asked Jerry to close the living room blinds more completely -- too much outside light was getting in.

Finally, he took Nancy by the elbow and led her to the couch and sat her down. “OK,” he said to her, “just look beautiful and do what comes naturally. Nick will join you on the couch and you’re to act as though he’s your boyfriend. Imagine you’re babysitting, maybe, and he’s come over to keep you company. So you’re going to be not just a model but an actress. We’ll take the scene really slow, much slower than it would be in real life because the camera wants to dwell on what’s happening.”

Then he turned to John and Jerry, now standing together behind him. “I want to pick up only the sounds of the models, so please keep completely quiet.” 

Then he got on his knees and filmed Nancy sitting on the couch for a about a minute. He had her change positions several times (with each instruction he gave, he turned off the camera briefly) and told her not to look directly at him. After making some adjustments on his camera, he gestured to Nick, who was standing to the side, to come over to the couch and sit down next to Nancy.

He sat down on Nancy’s right side (on her left side facing me and the others) and, placing one hand around her shoulders and the other on her bare left thigh, began kissing her. Wendell said, “Hold it. There’s a shadow. Let me fix it.” At this, he set down his video camera and, turning off the lamp on Nick’s side of couch, moved the tripod with the umbrella and lamp closer to Nancy’s end of the couch. While Wendell made these changes, Nick whispered something to Nancy that made her smile.

Wendell returned to the floor area in front of the couch and again picked up his camera. “OK, get back to the kissing. Then, Nick, start feeling her up.” They began kissing again. Nick gave her gentle, deep kisses and my wife seemed to be enjoying his tongue in her mouth. Watching all this relatively innocent activity had my cock very rigid. I forced myself to stop stroking it.

Kissing my wife’s neck and right ear, Nick then began caressing her braless tits through her blouse. He kneaded them slowly and gently with his right hand, occasionally stopping to pinch her nipples between his thumb and first finger. Nancy began to moan with apparent (or real?) pleasure. Wendell turned off the camera and said, “That’s right, Nick, go slow like that. You’re getting her nipples really hard. Let’s get a little more of that, then take her blouse off.” Then he stood up and backed away a foot or two. “I’m zooming in now on your hands, Nick. Start unbuttoning her.” Then he started shooting again.

As ordered, Nick reached out with both hands (to keep from blocking the camera’s view), and slowly undid Nancy’s blouse. As he did this, she leaned forward slightly and freed the bottom of the blouse from her skirt. Nick opened her blouse to expose both of my wife’s breasts. They were achingly beautiful and I’d never seen her light pink nipples so erect.

“Now,” said Wendell, “push her back on the couch and we’ll get some nice close-ups of you kissing and sucking her breasts. Remember, go slow.”

Nick laid Nancy back on the couch, then stood up and threw off his blue work shirt. His hard-on was straining against the crotch of his jeans. 

“Go ahead and take off your pants, too, but leave your briefs on for a while,” said Wendell, training the video camera on Nick as he undressed. Nancy lay on the couch, sideways to me, watching him step out of his jeans and, like the rest of us, watched his big stiff cock jutting upward and outward, straining against his jockey shorts. 

Then Nick returned to the couch and moved his body between Nancy’s legs and, supporting his weight on his elbows, again kissed her deeply on the mouth. They held this kiss for quite a while and I noticed that he had brought his genital area into full contact with hers. As he kissed her, he flexed his buttocks, dry-humping her gently, pressing that huge cock of his against her crotch.

My wife gasped and broke the kiss. She was breathing hard and making a little whimpering sound. Nick then stopped dry-humping her and began kissing her neck and shoulders. He slid his body down hers as he continued kissing her upper body. Finally, he arrived at her breasts and began squeezing them and sucking first one then the other erect pink nipple. Moaning with pleasure, my wife had her left hand behind his neck, gently pulling him to her breasts.

Wendell stopped shooting briefly and moved to the end of the couch nearest Nancy’s head. “That’s great, kids,” he said, “you’re giving me a hard-on now. Keep that up while I change positions. Look how hard you’ve got her nipples, Nick. I want you to keep sucking her tits like that, but use your tongue to bat her nipples around like you did with Monica’s the other day. Remember how you did that? That was hot. I want close-up footage of you treating those tits like they’re your playthings.”

John and Jerry, on their knees, moved into the place vacated by Wendell. They stared intently at what the male model was doing to my wife. They’d both seen and felt her naked tits, but they hadn’t had a chance to possess them the way this total stranger was doing.

“Like this way?” asked Nick. As Wendell resumed shooting, looking down on Nick and Nancy at a forty-five degree angle, Nick squeezed her left breast and took the nipple between his lips. He sucked it for a few seconds then began lashing the erect nipple up and down with the tip of his tongue. He kept this up for almost a minute before doing the same thing to her right nipple. Then, watching Nick suck my wife’s right nipple and her just-sucked, hyper-extended left nipple glistening wet with the saliva of this horny bastard, I couldn’t hold out any longer and shot a load of semen into a paper towel I’d brought into the closet with me.

Nick sucked and teased Nancy’s nipples for another few minutes. Then Wendell stopped shooting and said he’d gotten enough of that. It was time, he said, for some oral-genital shots. He reclaimed his position in front of the couch (John and Jerry – the latter of whom was sporting an obvious woody -- retreated slightly to either side of him) and told Nick to remove his briefs. While Nick stood up to liberate his very large cock, Wendell set down his camera and positioned Nancy so she was sprawled near the middle of the couch facing him (and me and her two classmates). He rather roughly spread her legs and pulled her forward so her crotch extended slightly past the couch’s front edge. Her short skirt was bunched up around her waist. She was virtually topless and her nipples still stood at attention; her blouse hung loosely at her shoulders. Her panties were wedged in her ass slightly.

Nancy’s shoulders were propped up against the back of the couch. She lay staring, a little apprehensively I think, at Nick’s very long, very thick cock, which he stood stroking fondly as he leered down at her.



My Wife's Night Class Ch. 07



"OK, Nick,” said Wendell, “I want you to get on the floor and move up between Nancy’s thighs now. Let’s keep her panties on for a while, but you can get busy on her upper thighs and her pussy through her panties. Remember: go slow. These are foreplay shots. Keep your head a little to the left. I’m going to be shooting just past the right side of your face.”

Nick, naked except for his socks, stopped fondling his huge erection and crawled over in front of my wife, who still lay as Wendell had positioned her with her legs spread and her neck pressed (uncomfortably?) against the back of the couch. She had both feet on the carpet in front of her so her crotch was available to Nick just at the edge of the couch. 

As Wendell got ready to shoot, he stood a few feet from Nick and Nancy, leaning forward slightly. At first, he was blocking my view so I couldn’t see exactly what Nick was doing between my wife’s legs. Then, thankfully, he moved enough to the right that I could see perfectly. John and Jerry, standing just behind Wendell, could see even better than I, of course. Jerry still had an obvious hard-on.

Nick was taking his time nibbling, kissing, and licking Nancy’s inner thighs about six inches below her panties. He stopped momentarily to lift Nancy’s right leg up and to rest it on his left shoulder. Then he resumed kissing her thighs, moving his mouth higher and higher until he reached the hem of her panties. Nancy was quivering again. Her eyes were closed ecstatically and she began pinching her own erect nipples.

Even though Nick’s head between my wife’s legs sometimes obscured my view of what he was doing, my cock (no match for his!) had become hard again. When Nick’s head stopped moving from thigh to thigh and centered on her crotch, Nancy made a little gasping noise and I noticed his jaw-bone working hard. It was obvious that he was kissing and sucking her cunt through her panties.

Wendell stopped shooting for a few seconds to give directions. He told Nick he wanted him to pull my wife’s panties to the side, the side away from the camera, and to caress and finger her for a while. He asked Nancy if this was OK with her and she answered, “Yeah, I guess so.” When he started shooting again, Nick removed Nancy’s leg from his shoulder and returned her left foot to the carpet. Then, though he hadn’t been told to, he slid his naked body up between her legs and began squeezing her breasts and kissing her nipples again. Wendell quickly responded to this improvisation by moving a couple of feet to the right for a better angle. 

After a minute or so of this, Nick slid back down Nancy’s body, leaving her nipples wet and elongated, until he was again on the floor between her legs. He rested his head against her right thigh and slowly moved his right hand up her left thigh until he reached her panties. I had a perfect view of her crotch, which looked very wet, probably from his saliva but maybe from her juices, too. Through the panties, Nick gently stroked her cunt. She was still quivering with excitement and, maybe involuntarily, began moving her crotch up and down against Nick’s hand.

Wendell had moved back into position for crotch-shot-videoing, except he was now on one knee to get a lower angle. Jerry, standing behind Wendell and thinking no one would notice, was rubbing his hard-on through his pants. John was on both knees next to Wendell, watching the action as though fixated.

Wendell stopped shooting to do a little cheerleading. “Look at that, Nick. You’ve got her soaking wet. And she’s already starting a fucking motion. Are you sure about no fucking, darling? You’ve seen Nick’s big cock. Are you sure you don’t want it inside you?”

My wife answered gaspingly, as though having trouble controlling her breath, “Yes! Oh, God. I mean, yes, I mean it. No fucking!”

“I’ll check back with you in a little bit,” said Wendell as he resumed shooting.

Nick slowly put the fingers of right hand beneath the crotch of Nancy’s panties. He pressed his knuckles against her cunt lips, causing her to gasp and raise her hips off the edge of the couch, then tugged the crotch of the panties away from her cunt. They had been tight and clinging to her. Now he had loosened them.

Reaching up with his left hand, he slowly pulled the panty crotch to the left until my wife’s beautiful cunt, the swollen lips parted and glistening wet and the light-brown hair just above it darkened from her juices, was on full display to everyone. Wendell turned off the camera and said, “That’s great. I’m going to focus on that beautiful pussy for a while, Nick. Play with it for a minute, then take her panties all the way off.”

Even before Wendell resumed shooting, Nick, his face only twelve inches away from her cunt, had begun stroking Nancy’s cunt-lips with his right hand. Then, slowly, he inserted his index and middle fingers deep inside her. Her body stiffened and she gasped, “Oh, God!” Then, as Wendell began shooting again, he pulled his fingers out and brought them up to his lips. He licked the cunt juice from them. Wendell stopped again and told him to repeat the sequence; he hadn’t caught all of it. So, with Wendell’s camera going, Nick again inserted two fingers inside my wife, moved them in and out several times, and brought them back to his mouth where he licked them off.

Next, Nick bent forward and put his mouth on Nancy’s cunt. I couldn’t see clearly because his head was in the way, but I think he was sticking his tongue as deep inside her as it would go, then pulling it out and licking her clit. He kept this up for well over a minute as Nancy obviously became more and more aroused. Then, after several more minutes (during which Nick paid special attention to her clit) my wife’s groans and twitching increased until she clenched her fists and let out a high-pitched squeal, which meant, I knew, that she was having an intense orgasm! 

That did it for me, too. Watching my wife being eaten to orgasm was too much. I jerked my cock a few final times and came again into the paper towel.

Nick left off eating Nancy as soon as she came and stood up. His big cock was still at full attention. Without waiting for direction, he reached forward under Nancy’s arms and raised her a few inches so her back rested more comfortably against the back of the couch. She was limp. Her eyes seemed glazed over. Then he climbed up on the couch to the left of her and, with his right hand, held his cock up to her face until it almost touched her. He placed his left hand behind her neck and pulled her face to his cock until its large purple head was touching her right cheek. Her cheek glistened where the end of Nick’s cock had touched it.  



My Wife's Night Class Ch. 08



Nick had climbed up next to my wife, who still sat slumped against the back of the couch. He had thrust his cock near her face, had actually touched her face, leaving a drop of precum on her cheek. In the closet watching this, I was a little concerned. I thought Nancy had made it clear to Wendell that she wouldn’t suck a male model’s cock, yet Nick, with one hand guiding his big, pulsing hard-on and the other clasping her neck, seemed to be forcing the issue. I watched as he managed to bring the swollen purple crown of his cock into brief contact with Nancy’s lips.

Just minutes earlier, Nick had brought her to a huge orgasm by eating her cunt, but she wasn’t so swept away by the experience, I hoped, that she’d now do anything he wanted her to do. And I was right.

“Wait,” she said, gripping Nick’s cock firmly in her right hand and holding it away from her mouth. Wendell stopped shooting. “I told you I’m not taking that in my mouth or vagina, and I meant it. I’ll play with it but it’s not going inside, OK?” She sounded a little pissed.

Wendell calmed her down. “Sorry, Nancy. Nick just got a little overenthusiastic. If you don’t mind, let’s reposition for a manual-oral scene.” He pulled Nancy up from the couch (forcing her to let go of Nick’s cock, which, angry or not, she’d held on to) and had Nick lie down on his back on it. From my vantage point, his head was to my left and his feet to my right. He held his money-maker in his right hand. Then Wendell helped Nancy step out of her panties (“We won’t be needing these,” he said) and removed her blouse so that she was now stood next to him wearing only her schoolgirl skirt (and wig) and socks. 

Wendell then turned the lamp on the left tripod back on for increased illumination and pulled both lamps back a few feet from the couch. “I’ll be shooting some of this scene on the floor in front of the couch,” he explained. Then he had Nancy get on her knees in front of the couch, resting her left arm on Nick’s chest, so her ass, just barely covered by her short skirt, was toward me (and her classmates John and Jerry).

Without being asked, Nancy slid her right hand over Nick’s belly and began, as though absentmindedly, stroking his cock. 

Wendell hadn’t started shooting yet. He went down on one knee with his camera, though, and encouraged Nancy to keep doing what she was doing. “That’s right, dear. Slide your hand up and down that big cock of his. Nick loves it. Now bend over him and kiss it. You don’t have to suck it. Just kiss it, lick it, nibble on it some. That’ll really be erotic.”

As Nancy started to do as he asked, Wendell put down his camera and, lifting her by the waist from behind, repositioned her a few inches to the left so her body was at about a forty-five degree angle with Nick’s on the couch. Then he spread her knees apart and tugged the waist of her skirt up about two inches so more of her ass would show. 

As Wendell began shooting again, my wife leaned forward (now fully exposing her cunt and asshole to John, Jerry, and me) until her face was within inches of Nick’s huge hard-on, which she continued jacking off slowly with her right hand. Nick groaned appreciatively and said, “Oh, yeah.” She brought her mouth down to his cock then, and, moving her right hand down to cup his balls, began giving Nick’s cock little nibbling kisses all along the length of the shaft. When she got to the crown of the cock, she began slowly licking it all over. Nick’s groans grew louder and I thought for a minute she was going to make him cum.

Wendell was shooting the action on his knees slightly to the left side. I think he was able to video my wife’s fully exposed ass and, in the same frame, get what she was doing with her mouth to Nick’s cock. Nick’s right hand moved up to Nancy’s ass then and I watched him slide his fingers up and down her cunt lips. After a few seconds of this, still groaning with pleasure and saying “Oh, yeah” repeatedly, he inserted his index and middle fingers deep inside her cunt. She stopped licking the head of his cock and gave a little squeal of pleasure. 

“Oh, God, finger fuck me,” I heard her say. “Yes, like that.” Nick was moving two fingers in and out of her now, and she had spread her legs further apart to accommodate him. She was really wet now. I could actually hear, from the closet where I was spying on them, a slight squishing sound.

John, Nancy’s handsome classmate, was leaning forward over Wendell’s shoulder like an umpire calling balls and strikes. He’d briefly fingerfucked my wife once, but nothing like this.

This went on and on until Nancy began breathing very hard, almost gasping for breath. She had stopped kissing Nick’s cock by now and was rubbing it against the right side of her face. The end of his huge cock went all the way up to the “hairline” of her blonde wig.

Nick then did something unexpected. He stopped fingerfucking Nancy and slid the upper part of his body down from the couch and somehow got his shoulders on the carpet between my wife’s legs. His lower body remained on the couch, so he was virtually upside-down.

Wendell stopped shooting to reposition himself. “Good idea, Nick. That’s a great angle. Now you can use your hands to spread her ass more. Can you reach up with your mouth and eat her?” Nick tried but couldn’t. “OK, Nancy, Nick’s flat on his back now. Would you mind lowering your butt down and sitting on his face? I’d love some shots of that.”

So would I and the others, of course. Nick’s manhandling of my wife had made me rock-hard again.

Nick slid his shoulders a few inches farther away from the couch. Nancy, after hesitating briefly, straightened up a little and slowly, ever so slowly, lowered her cunt down on Nick’s greedy mouth. She made contact and gasped as Nick’s mouth immediately began working against her cunt lips. Wendell (still not shooting) said, “Oh, yeah. That’s right. Get real nasty. Stick that tongue way up her, Nick. That’s right, keep doing that.” Then Wendell surprised me by setting his video camera down and crawling over to where Nancy was sitting on Nick’s face. Leaning over the wonderfully obscene spectacle, he flipped Nancy’s little skirt up so it was completely out of the way and, with his left hand, pushed down on her lower back to force her ass just a little higher. Then, still leaning forward, he used both hands to pull her ass cheeks apart. “Do this with her ass while you eat her, Nick,” he said. “I need to see that pretty little asshole of hers while you’re eating her cunt.” He took his hands away and Nick, alternately lashing Nancy’s clit with his tongue and sticking it deep inside her, replaced them with his own. He had pulled my wife’s asshole open and his tongue occasionally darted up to it. 

Wendell (still not shooting) went back on his haunches for a second, then leaned forward again and to everyone’s surprise gently inserted his right index finger into Nancy’s inviting, tongue-moistened asshole. Nancy (still pressing Nick’s hard-on against her face) gasped loudly as Wendell’s finger went in and her whole body began to quiver.

Poor Jerry, who had secretly been rubbing his hard cock through his jeans, suddenly began rubbing it even more furiously. Watching Nick and Wendell sucking and fingering the pretty girl whose tits he’d recently played with must have been too much for him. He was obviously cumming in his pants.  

The horny photographer kept his finger up my beautiful wife’s asshole long enough for Nick’s busy tongue to bring her to another, this time very loud (“Oh, God! You’re making me cum again! Ohhhh!”) orgasm that seemed to last for twenty or thirty seconds.

Then, as though exhausted, Nancy slumped her head forward between Nick’s legs. Only then did Wendell remove his finger from her ass. I learned later that Nancy, who had her face pressed against one of Nick’s thighs as she approached and achieved orgasm, didn’t know it was Wendell’s finger up her asshole. She thought he was still videotaping. 

When Nick stopped eating Nancy, he complained to Wendell that he was uncomfortable. His neck hurt because of the awkward position he was in. So, while Wendell retrieved his video camera, Nick wriggled out from under my wife and got on his knees behind her with his swollen cock still magnificently at the three o’clock position. She remained on her knees with her ass aimed slightly to my left and the upper part of her body resting on the couch. Her skirt had fallen down partially over her butt, so Wendell told Nick to flip it up again to expose her more fully. Then he positioned Nick even more to the left so, he explained, he could videotape his cock as though he were about to fuck Nancy dog-style. “Let’s get some footage of you rubbing the end of your cock up and down her lips and asshole,” said Wendell.

“Oh, God,” said Nancy (the left side of her head pressed against the couch), “don’t fuck me with it. Don’t stick it inside.” Her voice was weak. She seemed short of breath.

Wendell started shooting again as Nick scooted on his knees behind my wife’s raised butt. From my peephole I could see her glistening-wet, slightly swollen cunt lips. Her just-fingered asshole seemed to invite sodomy.

Nick held his big cock in his left hand as he reached forward with his right hand to my wife’s cunt. Then, abruptly, he inserted his middle and index fingers inside her and fingerfucked her again. I noticed that she was pressing her ass against his fingers slightly and the involuntary quivering had started again. And once again the squishing sound carried from her cunt across the room to me. After about a minute of this (Nancy’s cunt was now sopping wet) he withdrew his fingers and, working slightly from the left side to give Wendell a camera angle, took his cock in his right hand and brought the head of it into contact with Nancy’s cunt lips.

For the next minute or so he slid the purple head of his cock up and down the length of her cunt, from her clit to the area between her cunt and her asshole. His cockhead soon glistened from her cunt juice. Nick was making animalistic grunting noises. My wife was breathing very hard now and making little squealing sounds. I could barely see past Wendell’s shoulder, but I’m pretty sure that several times Nick’s cock was actually slid between Nancy’s cunt lips, that as he moved his big cock up and down her cunt the entire head of his cock disappeared briefly just inside her.

Then, after three or four minutes of this near-fucking, Nick straightened up on his knees and began stroking his cock fiercely with his right hand. With a loud groan and a shout of “Oh fuck!” he began ejaculating semen against my wife’s beautiful cunt. It came in a series of powerful spurts. The first splattered against her cunt and asshole; the ones that followed went all over her spread ass and way up her back almost to her blonde wig.

The guy had erupted like a fire hose all over my wife’s crotch and backside. If I hadn’t already cum twice, I’m sure watching this would have brought me around again. As it was, my cock was stiff, excited but not yet ready for another climax. 

Nick, breathing hard, rested his left hand on my wife’s cum-covered ass as though it were his property. Nancy, her excitement subsiding, reached between her legs with her right hand and felt her cunt. Feeling the slippery liquid there, she said “Oh, God, get that off me! I don’t want it getting inside me. I mean it. Get it off.”

“No problem,” said Wendell, who had stopped shooting again. “Stay in that position, Nancy, so Nick’s spunk can’t go anywhere. I saw a box of Kleenex in your bedroom. Somebody go get it.”

John stood up (he’d been on his knees watching Nancy getting cummed on, and when he stood up I saw he had an uncomfortable hard-on in his jeans) and raced down the hall to the bedroom. Seconds later, he returned with the Kleenex.

Without being asked, John crawled over behind Nancy and began wiping the semen off her back. “That’s now where I’m worried about it,” she said. “Get it out of my crotch.”

As requested, John took several sheets of Kleenex and began a very thorough job of cum-wiping. And I mean thorough. He made several swipes with the facial tissue along her cunt, starting below her swollen clit and ending up above her asshole. Then he spread her cunt as wide as he could with the thumb and first finger of his left hand. Her cunt looked beautiful, like an exotic flower with its petals spread wide. With his right hand, he daubed with Kleenex deep inside her wide-open cunt.

I didn’t know how much my wife was enjoying the procedure until I noticed (and so did everyone else) what happened when she brought her right hand down to touch her cunt. At first I thought she was just making sure Nick’s goo was gone, but then something else happened. She was rubbing her clit! At first she did it slowly, then her fingers were rubbing hard and fast. She seemed oblivious to all of the men in the room (who all looked pretty serious except Nick, who stood grinning and wiping his softening cock with a piece of Kleenex tissue John had discarded.) 

John, who had taken his hand away from Nancy’s cunt after wiping it clean, now leaned forward and inserted several fingers of his right hand inside her cunt. I guess he assumed it would be all right since she was openly masturbating. Anyway, he fingerfucked her thoroughly for several minutes as she reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. Finally, gasping and jerking, my wife came for the third time. 

Wendell, on his knees behind John, had begun shooting again, caught, probably with his zoom lens, Nancy’s cunt being fingered to orgasm simultaneously by her handsome classmate and herself. Wendell said, “Damn, that’s a bonus. That’s really erotic. Two different guys bringing her off.” My wife slumped forward and said, “And that’s going to have to do it for me, guys. I haven’t got anymore left.” Only then did John withdraw his sticky fingers from her cunt. He turned to Wendell and asked him how much of his body had gotten into the video. Wendell assured him that only his back and right arm would be visible. He couldn’t be recognized.

Nancy, now sitting up and more or less recovered, said, “Yeah, John, I’d hate to have to explain this to your wife.”

Everyone laughed. The sexual tension that had been almost constant for the past hour was suddenly dissipated. John still had an obvious hard-on in his pants, and so did Wendell, I think, but nothing more was going to happen and everyone knew it. After Nancy put her robe back on and removed her wig and Nick got fully dressed, they finished off the wine and John and Jerry helped Wendell and Nick collect the gear and stow it in the van.

Then, in a matter of fifteen minutes, they had returned re-entered the house, kissed Nancy good-bye (John’s was rather passionate but the others were almost brotherly), and gotten into their vehicles.

I came out of the closet then and the two of us watched Wendell’s van and John’s car drive away. Nancy gave me a deep kiss. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,” she said. 

“Well,” I answered, feeling her moist cunt with my fingers, “that depends on how much you enjoyed it. Were those real orgasms?”

“I’m afraid they were,” she answered. “Later I want you to do what Nick did to me with his cock. You know, rub the tip of it against me until I cum. Right now, I’m pretty done in. Could be go to bed and snuggle a little?”

As we walked back to our bedroom together I asked her how she thought this horny session would change her relationship with the guys in her night class. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” she said. “It’ll be interesting to find out, won’t it.”