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The Wife's Little Game

By: Quin



We had been married for eighteen months after knowing each other for three years. I was twenty eight and Debbie my wife twenty six. By most people’s standards around here we are quiet and sedate and some would say naïve and boring. They would be wrong – because we have a secret. It’s a secret that is shared with certain other neighbours though they don’t know that I know. Confused? I’ll explain.

It started one day when I came home from work and as we ate and talked Debbie told me about her day.

“I went across the road for a coffee today – the man who lives a little further down the road who has a nice garden.”

Thinking it was good she had finally made a friend as we had only lived there a couple of months I said good and asked what his wife was like.

“He doesn’t have a wife,” she replied, “He’s been divorced a while.”

“Right,” I said wondering about this, “So was it just you and he?”

“Well yes!” answered my wife looking perplexed.

She didn’t understand why I might be a little alarmed – maybe that’s why some people think we are naïve. I didn’t enlighten her and asked how she had got to know him.

“I admired his garden a while ago when I walked to the store and we got chatting. I have talked to him several times so he asked me round for coffee.”

Well I didn’t question her further or make any comment but I started to get pictures and thoughts in my head. Was the man just friendly or would he look at my wife in a sexual way? Surely he couldn’t fail to notice her well rounded and firm breasts and she did wear her skirts a little too short sometimes.

For the next two days it preyed on my mind and I found to my surprise I began to get an erection when I wondered if she could be tempted by this man. The thought of her in the house alone with him caused me to have weird feelings. Although I felt jealous that she may have grown to like him too much and scared she might let him make a pass at her, at the same time it turned me on in a funny way. My heart pounded with fear but also excitement at the same time.

On the third evening I asked her the obvious question.

“Have you been across the road for a coffee again?” I said trying my best to sound chilled out and casual.

“Oh yes!” she answered,” I have been yesterday too!”

My stomach turned with anxiety, “You never mentioned it!”

“Well, I didn’t think I needed to – I told you I go to Roy’s for an hour when I can.”

To avoid a row and chew over what she had said I kept quiet. Surely she wouldn’t tell me she went on a regular basis if she had something to hide - by bedtime though I had to talk about it. We lay in bed and I lay facing her while she had her back to me.

“I bet this Roy is a bit of a flirt with you sometimes isn’t he?” I asked in what I thought was a light hearted way.

“Not really,” she said quietly laughing softly. “Sometimes he compliments me – on how I look.”

My heart thumped – there it was again – jealousy and excitement mixed together. My penis immediately went very hard and I had to move away from her slightly to avoid her noticing.

“What do you mean – what does he say?” I asked nervously.

“Well he say’s I look good if he likes my clothes – he thinks I have a nice figure.”

Pictures came into my mind and I pressed for more information.

“What do you both talk about?”

She mentioned several everyday topics and I was becoming bored and impatient.

“He must flirt with you more than you say – being alone with you. Do you sit next to him or across from him?”

“Why on earth are you asking me that?” she demanded loudly but grinning as she spoke.

There was an embarrassing silence then she told me – her voice had lowered and I wondered whether she could read my thoughts.

“Mostly I sit across from him – sometimes next to him. Like when he showed me his photograph album – it was on his knee between us.”

The picture came into my head and I imagined how close they must have been.

“That skirt that you had on when I came home – did you wear that to go for a coffee?”

“Yes,” she answered after another little pause – then she added, “Why?”

I didn’t want an argument because she wouldn’t have told me anything else so kept my voice light and cheerful.

“Oh I just wondered! I bet he can’t keep his eyes off your legs in that short thing.”

She turned toward me and kissed me, “Are you jealous?”

She laughed and moved against my cock – I could sense her surprise on how hard it was. She made a noise and putting her hand down under the covers she guided it to her pussy. I was certainly happy to fuck her but she hadn’t answered me.

“So what’s your answer then?” I demanded as she wriggled her hips.

I could feel her breath on my cheek then she whispered in my ear.

“Yes – if you must know he does try to see up my skirt – and I see how he looks at my breasts. He has been married after all and he’s just like most other men. Quite a few men look at me like that actually.”

As I fucked her I answered her, “Yes – but this one you’re alone with – you know he has sexual thoughts about you and you don’t mind.”

Neither of us knew whether that was a statement or a question so I asked.

“Does it excite you when men look at you like that?”

“Yes,” she answered, “Why shouldn’t it?”

I was lost for words and the effect it had on me was tremendous. I fucked her like there was no tomorrow and she responded in the best way. It was probably one of the best fucks we had ever had – like - made the top of the charts! Number one!

We eventually dozed off but it wasn’t long before I had recovered and those images appeared once again. I saw her sitting there showing herself off in the man’s house and my dick rose and arousal grew. It was as though she was waiting, ready for another fuck as she put her arms round me and kissed my neck. This wasn’t something that normally happened. Then, unexpectedly she spoke to me again.

“You’re not mad are you – because I go to Roy’s for a coffee?”

I wasn’t sure to be honest, my feelings were a little mixed up but I said not.

“Not if you are honest with me - I’m a bit scared you’ll do something behind my back.”

I never said just what but later her answer would give me lots to think about.

“I promise I won’t – and I’ll tell you if you ask me – what we talk about. I’ll tell you everything.”

I couldn’t resist asking her the next question.

“Everything – even when I ask you if he has been looking up your skirt? Or what top you had on?”

“I’ll tell you everything – I like going I admit that – but I wouldn’t run off with him or anything.”

Then she added to her admission and spoke quietly and slowly knowing it could be explosive!

“I do enjoy the way he admires me – it makes me feel good. Don’t stop me going – I won’t tell you any lies – I promise!”

“Do you sometimes wear really short skirts especially for him – or low cut tops?” I was becoming quite turned on by now. 

She answered thoughtfully as though such a thing had never occurred to her but wished it had, “No – I’ve never done that.”

Somehow the conversation came to an end and was replaced by simple and straightforward sexual intercourse – though it was the images in my mind that made this all the more enjoyable. Something too was going on in Debbie’s thoughts as she was far more passionate and intense than usual – perhaps it was thoughts of what she might do with the neighbour.

She seemed to have gotten into a habit of visiting this guy’s house for a coffee about twice a week – either morning or afternoon. If the weather was nice she said they sat in his garden so for some reason that didn’t seem to worry or affect me – it was when she said they sat in the house – that being alone with him. He was a presentable guy from what I had seen and I figured he must have normal urges so the temptation would be there to make a pass at my wife.

It was after a couple of weeks of me finding out about her visiting and asking her about it – usually in bed – when she put a certain question to me that left me stunned.

“Would you be annoyed if I told you I had dressed to please Roy – to tease him a little?”

I caught my breath and tried to keep calm, “Why – is that what you have been doing?”

“Well – you are always asking me what I wore – you seem more interested in that than knowing what we talked about sometimes.” 

She turned to face me and lay looking into my eyes – then she asked me, “You get aroused thinking about me in Roy’s house don’t you? You like to think I flash my legs a bit for him.”

I felt quite bashful and was scared to answer at first wondering if it was wise to admit she was right.

“I suppose I do in a way – it’s hearing you almost admit to me things that – well – sexy things. Yeah – I wonder what you do in his house and if he makes a pass at you – and whether you try to teased him.”

“So does it turn you on – thinking about me being naughty – not as though I have?”

She gave me lots of little kisses on my lips and cheek then let her tongue tickle my neck.

I decided to tell her the truth and confess my “kink”

“Yes – it does sometimes – I sometimes imagine what you might get up to. What would you do if he did make a pass at you?”

Now the ball was in her court and I would be able to tell if she lied or held back – would she be as honest?

“I’m not sure,” - she was stalling – then she said, “I suppose if he tried to kiss me I would be tempted to let him. If he just lunged at me in a clumsy fashion then it would turn me off! If I teased him purposely then came home and told you would you be mad – or would it excite you?”

As she asked the question her hand went under the covers to my cock – and she found it very hard.

“I think you have your answer!” I told her in a loud whisper.

She became very passionate indeed and was all over me – the admission had certainly turned her on! Many pictures ran through my mind as we kissed and she pulled on my foreskin then I just simply came out with it.

“Why don’t you do it – next time you go round?”

She never answered at first then she whispered, “Are you sure about it?”

The implication of what we were about to agree on was to both us quite mind boggling – and it was very clear indeed how much we were aroused!

We never actually mentioned it again for a day or two. That night we had gone on to enjoy amazingly satisfying sex enhanced by our thoughts of doing something that was quite daring. The following morning we seemed to have both needed time to think and chew over the things we had said and admitted. As each day passed the feelings of excitement grew stronger and each evening when I asked if she’d seen the neighbour Roy that day my spirits deflated a little when she told me no. Then one evening her answer was a yes – she had told me she had been shopping. Unusually she said she would model the clothes for me – to see what I thought of them.

In the room she walked wearing a skirt much shorted than ones she normally wore – slightly flared. Her top was of silky material, a wrap around one that just covered her breasts leaving one hell of a view of her cleavage.

She paraded about in front of me and added casually that she had bought a new bra that lifted her breasts high to give her shape but was flimsy enough not to look untidy under the semi see through top. Her skirt, she said, being slightly flared tended to blow up in the breeze and show quite a bit of leg if she bent down or sat carelessly. When she demonstrated saying how careful she would have to be stocking tops followed by bare white flesh came into view.

“So what do you think – do you like my outfit?” she inquired.

I nodded and muttered a yes then she offered the information that nearly made me fall off my chair,

“Roy liked it – he kept telling me how sexy I looked.”

I was dumbfounded, “You went to his house dressed like that?”

For the rest of the evening I was unsettled – and a little aroused too. By ten thirty she asked if I was OK and I grabbed her and held her close.

“It’s just that I feel a bit nervous about what you told me – going to Roy’s dressed like that – it’s not exactly normal day wear is it – not for you. It sounds like you got him going if he told you that you look sexy.”

She calmed me down and stroked my head then said, “Shall we go to bed – and I’ll tell you what happened?”

I lay in bed having many thoughts while she showered then when she slipped in beside me wearing a slinky nightdress I could tell she was in the mood for sex.

“I decided to try your suggestion,” she said in a low husky voice, “You said why didn’t I tease Roy and try to turn him on – so I have.”

I began to breathe heavily and she gently told me to stay calm as she sexily kissed and caressed me – then her hand went to find my cock as though to check if it was hard – it was.

“I bought those clothes especially for that purpose – to turn him on.”

Remembering the view I had seen earlier of her stocking tops and bare thighs then the little white triangle of panties made me catch my breath. 

“You mean you were willing to let him see right between your legs – those panties don’t cover much?” I gasped.

“Yes,” she said seductively, “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time – and when there are only we two in the house it makes me feel daring and excited.”

“So – you did turn him on – how much did you show?”

I sounded nervous and almost frantic but she just kept calmly kissing and stroking me. She put her mouth to my ear and whispered her story slowly for maximum effect.

“When I went into his house and he told me to take off my coat and sit down his eyeball’s nearly popped out. I have seen him look at me in a sexual way more times than I admitted to you. He does make lots of comments about my body and sometimes we do talk about sex quite a bit.

I didn’t tell you the whole truth before – he is much older than me at fifty three but he doesn’t mind admitting he has lewd thoughts about me. He always jokes that I should give him a treat and dress in something sexy for him. He keeps telling me that I should have some excitement while my husband is at work. I never knew just how serious to take him – if it was just bluff and a bit of fun.”

“So has he ever made a pass at you then?” I asked demandingly – my heart was now thumping hard wondering if she had already betrayed me.

“Once – well – a couple of times to be honest – but only to give me a peck and a little squeeze. A few times I have let him keep his arm around my waist while he talks to me and he gives me lots of little kisses on my cheek. Just once did he suddenly kiss me on the lips – but it was only a short one.”

My mind spun at this revelation, “So you didn’t stop him or complain?”

“No,” she said simply.

“I take it then that things have gone a little further after he saw you this morning?” I asked slowly and calmly.

“Yes,” she answered, “A bit more happened today.”

She cuddled up to me and slowly stroked my cock letting the head touch her skin at its most sensitive spot.

“I teased him terribly sitting across from him and letting my knees accidentally fall open or swinging one leg quite wide. We talked normally about things and drank our coffee but I could tell his mind was on other matters.”

Her voice always changed and became more husky when she was about to say something that she thought would excite me more.

“I leaned over the arm of the chair sideways to pick up a magazine from the floor and it made my skirt ride up showing most of my bottom.”

Again a picture and memory of the sight of her bare flesh above her stocking tops and those very flimsy panties flashed up in my minds eye and I made it very obvious that I was aroused.

“He did nothing but when it was time to go and I stood up he grabbed hold of me – not hard or violently but he was so turned on. I could feel his cock pressing against me.”

“What did he do?” I demanded urgently.

“He kissed me really passionately on the lips and – I hope you don’t get mad when I tell you this – he slipped his hand inside my top – he touched my tits.”

My breathing was erratic and her movements on my cock were more measured and purposeful – her voice dropped even lower to a barely audible whisper.

“I let him play with my nipples for a while – while he kissed me. He had his hands inside my bra - tweaking my tits!”

“What else did he do?” I stammered.

“Nothing – I gently stopped him then and reminded him I was a married woman. But I did let him kiss me again before I left.”

She played with my cock and responded to my kisses and seemed pleased that I hadn’t gone ballistic. I was silent for a while but there was no pretending how turned on her revelations had caused me to be. It was a few minutes before either of us spoke and she put forward a proposition.

“It really does make you excited doesn’t it – me telling you how naughty I have been?”

I saw no point in denying the fact but still felt embarrassed hearing myself admit it, “Yes – I don’t know why but it does.”

“What about if I do it more often – then we can both get pleasure from talking about it? When I’m alone with him something takes over – I get an urge to be sexy. It ‘s knowing that we are safe away from prying eyes and no one else will get to know – I wouldn’t dare do that anywhere else – let my skirt ride up. I even wear a coat over my sexy clothes to walk to his house because I don’t want to be seen in the street wearing such revealing garments. But when I’m in his house – I get turned on – but I have been too scared to let it go much further.

If you enjoy it when I tell you about me making him excited – and I like to do it – why don’t we agree for me to do more – if it turns us both on?”

Now my heart was really racing, “How far would you go?” I asked in measured tones.

“I’m not sure – I didn’t object when he touched my bare nipples – I’m not sure.”

“Were you turned on when you felt his hands under your bra?”

“Yeah!” she breathed.

“Would you have objected if he had put your hand on his cock?”

The thought of this really got me panting.

“Probably not!” she whispered, “There’s one way to find out though isn’t there – if I let him kiss me like that again?”

Nothing else was said and we fucked passionately and hard for a long time. It was later when the urge is satisfied and people tend to return to rational thought that just before we slept she asked me again.

“What do you think – shall we try a little adventure – why don’t we both admit just how much the thought turns us on. If it excites us both why not be honest about it – use it to increase our pleasure?”

I was stunned by her cold reasoning and unexpected train of thought – but I found myself answering in the affirmative – even though the thought scared and disturbed me! To my added surprise, in the cold light of the morning she asked for confirmation of my “commitment” to her unusual proposal. Once again with nerves tingling I nodded and uttered a very apprehensive “yes.”

Tingling nerves was an apt description of my feelings for the entire day. Luckily my work allowed me to isolate myself while I tried to get my head round things. It occurred to me that if I spent several days like this waiting for her to tell me she had misbehaved that I would be quite out of my head and a basket case. I didn’t have to wait so long though – only until that very same evening.

This time there was no, “Wait until we go to bed and I’ll tell you a sexy story,” sort of attitude. This time it was her grabbing hold of me before we had even eaten and making it clear she was very aroused. In what was almost a comical way I asked her to keep things on hold until I had had dinner and settled down for the evening though settled was certainly not how I was feeling. I was scared of what she was about to tell me but under it all was a strange sense of arousal. I kept repeating to myself that my wife was about to tell me how she had been unfaithful with another man and how she had behaved like a slut – and it was with the intention of giving us both pleasure – how weird was that?


The Wife's Little Game Ch. 02



I was surprised when I was told that Roy had gone away for a while. Not because he was having a holiday but surprised at my sense of disappointment - disappointment that my wife would no longer be visiting him for coffee while I was at work.

Many times she had asked me if I was OK after listening to her tale – and many times she had tried to reassure me that the game could only be played if both of us were in agreement and would end if I was not happy. While she could speak openly about it in the cold light of day I was more reserved and bashful. However, at night and while in the right mood her recanting of the story caused me to feel amazing arousal and excitement. Often I would masturbate while she sat with me or across from me playing with her pussy while she told me every detail again. It wasn’t long before I was yearning to hear a new story.

“Roy’s back from holiday,” she announced one day. “I heard someone mention it down at the store – he came back yesterday.”

Fear, excitement – lots of feelings passed through me – I didn’t even try to analyse or rationalise them. 

“Are you going round for a coffee?” I asked.

“Yes – unless you tell me I shouldn’t,” she said simply.

I took a bite from my sandwich and avoided her eyes, “Fine – go for a coffee!”

Nothing else was said and I went through the rest of the day going through the motions but feeling like a zombie - my mind was not where my body was!

She never went the next day – or the day after – it wasn’t convenient or appropriate for various reasons. When on the third day I arrived home from work we sat down to dinner and then she told me.

“I went round to Roy’s just after lunch – he told me all about his holiday – I stayed for about two hours.”

She made small talk telling me the barest details of his trip then later as we withdrew to the lounge I grabbed hold of my wife. Why I lost control I don’t know – but that’s what I did – I slobbered over her and kissed her and rubbed my body against her. I wanted her to tell me – tell me if she had let Roy touch her. All pretence and doubt was now gone – I was making it very clear that I was a willing participant in her game. I was letting her know just how much she aroused me by her unfaithfulness and her outrageous behaviour.

“Tell me!” I begged her, “Tell me what you did with him. Have you been doing things you shouldn’t have been doing?”

“Oh yes!” she breathed, “Yes!”

I slobbered over her my excitement building up until she quietly asked whether I would like to sit on the couch while she told me or would I prefer to lie on the bed with her. To savour the moment I suggested we should both shower then in only our bathrobes we could enjoy a drink while she told me every detail of her days’ adventures. This was a new story and I was like a kid in a candy store!

“You really like doing this as much as I do don’t you?” she asked.

When I nodded she whispered, “Good – I’m glad – because I don’t want to stop now.”

We showered and dried each other and all the time I looked at my wife reminding myself how the woman I had married and thought I knew had changed so much. I tried to look at her as though through the eyes of other men – my - how I had taken her for granted! By the time we were both seated with a drink the sexual tension and arousal was reaching overload. My robe had fallen apart to expose my erect and swollen cock but now there was no need to try and hide it or hold back my true feelings. In a very lewd way – one that only last week would have shocked me – my wife let her legs spread and bending her knee to rest her calf on the seat displayed her open vagina to me. With a glass in one hand while her fingers rested on her inner thigh she looked every part the slut wife.

“Tell me – did you let things go even further this time?” I asked smiling.

She smiled back but didn’t answer – she slowly took a sip from her glass then pulled open both halves of her robe exposing her tits before returning her hand to rest near her cunt.

“We stood in his kitchen and while he made coffee he told me all about his holiday. All was normal and friendly until, as he handed me my cup he said he had missed me. I told him I hoped he wasn’t getting romantic notions and he laughed and said no – that he meant our little chats. Then his face became serious and he added that also he meant he wished he had been able to touch my sexy body again. He said that he wondered if I had regretted letting him do what he did.

Well he was obviously waiting for me to say yeah or nay so I told him that I hadn’t had any second thoughts about it. Right away I could see him becoming excited expecting to be able to have a little more sexy fun. I put on a sexy voice and told him that if I had regretted it or felt guilty that I wouldn’t have come round for a coffee as soon as he’d returned. It took him about a minute to realise that this was an invitation and I was willing to let him touch me again.

For a while he talked to me about it and admitted he couldn’t believe his luck that I’d let someone his age do what he did. He didn’t want to come back and find that our friendship was ruined or I’d had an attack of guilt. I told him that as long as he didn’t try to get too attached or start to think it was an affair and get heavy then I would be willing to have some fun with him.

Roy stood there in disbelief and slowly I unfastened my dress for him. I had put on some very sexy stuff – basque with stockings and suspenders. I had no panties on so for the first time he was looking at my completely naked pussy. I whispered to him and asked if he wanted to carry on from where he left off before going away. He walked me to the couch and sat me down – then he knelt between my legs – but this time I didn’t stop him when he went too high. He put his lips to my pussy – and I opened my legs for him – and let him lick!”

My wife and I were both masturbating wildly and had to take a minute to calm down. I went to her to kiss her and tell her how turned on I was listening to her and picturing how she must have looked. Stopping just long enough to refill our glasses I begged her to carry on.

“Roy made me feel really aroused and I held open my pussy for him. I started to buck my hips against his face. It was great but after a few minutes he straightened up and started to kiss my neck and tits. He asked me if I would let him wank himself on me – I answered by unzipping his pants for him. I wanted to see his cock so when he took it out I spent ages just looking at it and pulling the foreskin. I got too carried away – I put it against my pussy and pushed it in!”

“Are you saying you let him fuck you?” I gasped.

Debbie nodded unsure about admitting to crossing this line.

I was flabbergasted and my head spun – but what did I expect? Of course it would eventually lead to this. With one hand on my cock and the other quickly holding the glass to my mouth I downed my drink in one and told her to come to me. Reluctantly she did and she breathed a sigh of relief when my spare arm went round her shoulders and I pulled close to me to kiss her.

“Tell me – how he fucked you!” I demanded of her.

She did – she held nothing back as she related how big he felt inside her and the slow movements that gradually built up to be harder and faster. Debbie admitted how she began to moan with joy when he nibbled her tits and held her arse cheeks. She was surprised to hear him talk dirty and tell her what a lovely fuck she was. He had been a complete gentleman up to that point and now she was seeing his baser character coming out. She said it caused her to get even more aroused and getting carried away she begged him to fuck her harder.

With more than a little trepidation she confessed that when he had finally come inside her that she had the most amazing urge to do something really dirty – she lowered her head and licked the shaft of his cock. My wife described the taste of her juices mixed with his sperm and the smell of sex. Debbie said how she glanced up at Roy to see the amazement on his face as he watched her lewd act. She climbed on my lap and straddled me knocking my hand from my dick.

“Give me your cock!” she cried, “Fuck me – I want cock!”

It was hard to believe that this was my wife talking.

So this went on for weeks – before she left him that first time he fucked her she made it clear that he could have more – as long as he was discrete and didn’t make demands – she would be his secret sex toy.

Once, maybe twice a week she would wait until after we ate then tell me she had been to visit Roy. I was like putty in her hands as when I even thought about her for an instant it did something to me that I couldn’t control. I knew it was wrong to let my wife do this but our own sex life was fantastic and intense. Sometimes I would lick her pussy while she told me the details or I would have my cock inside her as she whispered the story to me.

I would hear how they fucked in his bed or on the floor. It seemed they worked their way around his house fucking and sucking. She had grown to love having his dick in her mouth and wasn’t shy at all of telling me how she let his sperm spill into her and how she opened her mouth for him to watch it shoot on her tongue. One thing she would never do before was swallow sperm – now she would – both mine and his.

My wife conducted the rest of her life in a normal fashion and made a few female friends too. It seemed to be well adjusted and regulated – a secret side to our life that was kept separate and secure. One day though she seemed restless and troubled and I eventually asked what it was that was bothering her

“Roy has got guests – two men who are staying for a few days.”

“So – you can’t go round for a while – what’s the problem?”

“It’s not that – I can go round – he asked me to meet them. I think he might have told them about what we do.”

“What makes you suspect that?” I asked.

“I met them briefly – as I walked passed his house to the shops. They were in the garden and we spoke – it was the way they looked at me. One man is older than Roy and plump – he looks perverted. The other is about thirty eight or so and he looks OK but he has staring eyes that unsettle you.”

“Well just stay away from them – no problem.”

Sure enough just as I thought she would have to do the opposite. One night when I got home she looked even more disturbed.

“You went round to Roy’s?” I guessed.

She nodded and appeared very sheepish – I was on my guard and wanted to make sure nothing escaped me.

“Remember what we said at the beginning – no lies – you would tell all – so tell me.”

She asked me to wait while we were both settled and promised she would hold nothing back. When the story came it shocked me.

“I don’t think Roy did tell them anything – I think they are just naturally perverted and lecherous.”

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed, “What the hell has happened?”

“I did go round – don’t know why – I was curious. Roy was surprised but he made me a drink and we all sat there talking. I could feel the men’s eyes’ penetrating me – undressing me. I went to the bathroom and as I opened the door to come out the older man was there – he pulled me against the wall and made lewd comments about me.”

“What did he say?” I asked.

“He said I was a tease wearing such a short skirt and crossing and uncrossing my legs all the time when I knew they were looking.”

“And is that what you were doing?” I demanded.

She looked down at the floor and didn’t answer.

“Come on – the truth – don’t start being devious with me!” I was raising my voice now.

“Yes!” she confessed nervously. “I knew they were looking at me. I wanted to do something daring.”

“So you were teasing them - what was you wearing?”

In a low guilty voice she answered me, “That brown skirt – and red wrap around top.”

The shortest skirt and probably sexiest top she had.

“So you must have decided before you left the house that you would exhibit yourself for them – you planned it?”

She just about managed a nod but didn’t lift her head.

“Yes – OK I did!”

Now I was anxious to know the details.

“You’d better tell me all!” I ordered.

“He grabbed my breasts – then he kissed me – his slobbering wet lips all over me. His hands went down to feel my arse – then he thrust his fingers up my skirt and gripped my bottom. He told me I was a sexy little slut and when he found out I was wearing a thong he said I must love extra cock beside my husbands. He asked if that’s why I was flashing my legs and panties, because I wanted their cocks in me. He was gross and perverted and kept kissing me. I couldn’t move away from him and his hand went to my front and he pulled my thong to one side and put two fingers into me.

I was scared to move but couldn’t scream either because I didn’t want to cause trouble. Then he took hold of my hand and to my horror he placed it around his penis – I didn’t even know he had got it out!”

“So did you complain louder?” I asked not believing she would let such a thing happen.

“No – I was crying a bit – but not so anyone could hear me.”

“So did you remove your hand from his cock – push him away?”

She hesitated before answering, “No – don’t ask me why but I kept it there – maybe I thought he would be satisfied and would stop and let me go.”

“You complied then – you masturbated him?”

“I thought if it calmed him down he would leave me alone!” she shouted.

“Yes,” she continued, now speaking more quietly, “I pulled on his cock while he kept kissing me. It didn’t make him stop – he said how he had been correct in guessing I was a sex mad slut who loved cock. Someone shouted from downstairs and he whispered for me to do it faster for him and finish him off.”

“And you did?” I asked sharply.

“Yeah – I told him not to be so rough with his fingers and I would wank him off.”

“Is that how you worded it – you told him you would wank him off?”

She nodded and looked ashamed.

“So you did?”

She began to sob now, “Yes – He eased off with his fingers and just held my skirt high so he could see my pussy – while I wanked him.”

My imagination provided the rest of the pictures and the scene in my minds eye of her dressed in those particular clothes while a fat man held her skirt up and ejaculating on her spun my head. She could have fought him, she could have screamed and her friend Roy would have come to her rescue, she could have done many things. She did nothing – only obliged him and calmly stood masturbating him while he held up her skirt!

There were minutes of silence during which time I replenished both our glasses while she simply stared at the floor, ashamed and sniffling.

“All this is beginning to backfire on you now isn’t it – these games? We thought it would be all fun and just add to our pleasure without complications.”

“It still is,” she said rather curiously.

I pondered on her short statement but before I could ask her to explain another thought bounced into my mind and I suddenly realised something. Her facial expression and demeanour gave me a clue.

“There is more isn’t there – you haven’t finished telling me the story yet?”

My wife immediately nodded and agreed that there was much more to tell! Resisting the urge to demand why she hadn’t then left the house I decided not to interrupt her train of thought for chance she became scared of revealing all the filthy details.

“I stayed – I’m going to tell you why shortly – but yes – I stayed. We sat downstairs and had more coffee and chatted but Roy seemed to suspect something had changed. Anyway eventually I said I really needed to go to the store and rose to leave. Roy suggested I should return later and have lunch with them but he mentioned that later he would need to go out – he had an appointment. I thought he meant all three of them would be going.

I came home after going to the store and showered and changed – the man’s sperm had stained my panties and I felt dirty. I went back – you must be wondering why I did after what happened but let me tell you why in my own good time when I feel ready to.”

I was certainly confused but knew inside that she must be about to confess to more sexual goings on – otherwise there would be no reason for this drama – she wasn’t going to say that she went back and they sat and drank coffee then she came home. With the anticipation of more sexual confessions and the images already in my mind of her wanking off the fat man I felt my tingling nervous system causing a weird mixture of apprehension mixed with sexual arousal – my cock was starting to rise.

“I spruced myself up and went back for lunch with them – I could still feel the men’s eyes penetrating my body and saw the older man smirk when his eyes met mine. I wondered if he had told his friend what I had done for him. After lunch Roy said he really must get ready to keep his appointment and left us a while. I talked to the men and though it all seemed normal there was an underlying atmosphere.

I said I would go home so I wouldn’t be holding them up and they could prepare to go out. The fat man told me there was no rush – and that they weren’t going with Roy – they were staying. I accepted another coffee and remained sitting with them.”

“I just don’t understand!” I blurted out loudly.

“I’m getting there – give me a little more time to explain,” she said quietly.

“Roy showed a little surprise that I chose to remain when he left but the older man told him it wasn’t necessary to gulp down my drink and anyway I was keeping them company.”

“But you knew it would be dangerous to stay with them – you knew being alone with them wasn’t a good idea!” I said becoming very impatient with her.

“That was the problem – it was the thought of what might happen that made me stay.”

“What? – Explain because I don’t know what the hell you are talking about!”

“The reason I went back and stayed after Roy left was because it excited me. I’m not scared or upset because of what happened to me – I’m scared because of what I am prepared to do for sexual thrills. When the plump man grabbed me and made me masturbate him it turned me on. Listening to him call me a slut and say that I liked cock got me going even more. I’m upset with myself – not because of what anyone did to me.

I wanted to return to the house because the danger thrilled me – when I realised that Roy was going out and leaving the men in the house it excited me. I was nervous and scared but in a strange way.”

I sat quiet, dumbfounded and shocked – what could I say? 

“I take it then that something did happen?” I asked knowing the answer was obvious.

“Yes – Roy left and we made small talk with them sitting in the chairs and me on the couch. The younger man was staring at me all the time with those penetrating eyes while the older one kept smirking as he spoke. I sensed the atmosphere building up even though the conversation was about normal things. Then the talk centred around likes and dislikes – like TV programmes and food.

The fat man suddenly said to his friend, “I know some other things that Debbie likes – don’t I Debbie?”

They were both staring at me and I knew something was going to happen – but I felt aroused by it – I shocked myself! I could see the older man’s penis was already trying to push through his trousers – and he saw me looking at his crotch.

The other man asked “What other things does she like then?”

The older man gave a laugh and told him, “Well – she liked the feel of this earlier. Why don’t you let her show you?”

He put his hand on his bulge and smirked at me. He said, “That’s why you’ve stayed isn’t it Debbie – you want more – otherwise you wouldn’t have even come back?”

I was speechless, partly with embarrassment, but also, I’m ashamed to say, with excitement. The older man then took his cock out and smirked at me.




The Wife's Little Game Ch. 02



“Is this what you want Debbie – unfasten your dress for us – let my friend see how you look.”

I didn’t move because I was trying to stop myself shaking – I was almost about to spill my drink.

“Put down your drink – and unbutton your dress – you know that’s why you have stayed – you want cock!”

My wife looked very ashamed and hung her head staring at the floor – quietly she spoke.

“I obeyed him – I put down my drink and popped open the buttons of my dress.”

I swallowed hard, “You certainly made it easy for them, didn’t you? You came home to get changed and put on something more accessible – a dress that had buttons all the way up!”

Amazingly she agreed, “Yes – I knew when I put it on why I had chosen it.”

It took a second or two before she was able to carry on.

“I unfastened my dress – all the way - then just sat letting them look at me in my underwear. I suppose I had dressed with sex in mind – I was wearing stockings again and flimsy bra and panties. I focused on a spot on the carpet but kept glancing up to see the older man masturbating while they both ogled me. Then the younger one got up and came towards me – I heard his zipper being unfastened as he sat next to me.

In a second he had taken my hand and placed it round his penis. I admit I didn’t need any persuading – I started to move my wrist and play with his foreskin and bent my head to one side to let him kiss me. He played with my breasts and put his hand inside my bra and when he unfastened the clasp I didn’t object. I was giving him all the signs of enjoying it – I opened my mouth and allowed him to put his tongue inside me. My hand was busy with his cock so there was no doubt I was willing.

I knew they would want more than just a wank – I knew I would have to satisfy them both and the older man had already decided I was a complete slut – but it just made me feel more aroused. The man toyed with me and they made comments about my body and talked about me like I was a piece of meat. They said things about my tits and nipples and the man felt between my legs and said what a juicy pussy I had.

Then the older man got up and sat the other side of me. He told me to play with his cock and then he said he was going to take my panties off. I just raised my hips and let him pull them down. Both of them got a lot of enjoyment by just making me masturbate them – one each side of me while they groped and admired my body.”

“So you just sat and used your hands on them and let them have their way?” I asked.

“Yes,” she admitted, “I played the slut for them alright – a cock in each hand and sat letting them play with my tits and without knickers.”

Then the older man said to his friend, “Roy will be back before long – better not leave it too late – let’s take her upstairs to the bedroom and fuck her.”

“So that must have scared you finally?” I asked again but the story had left me in such a state of disbelief and amazement that my voice had fallen flat and hoarse.

“No,” she told me, “It only excited me more – when they got up from the seat I simply rose and followed them upstairs. That made the older one smirk and laugh lewdly and his big hands grabbed my breasts then my bum cheeks as he pushed me in front of him to walk up the staircase.

In the bedroom they stripped off and I just waited for them – then they sat me on the bed and each sucked and bit on a tit and put their fingers inside me. They were a bit rough but I let them do what they wanted and I had to kiss them alternately. Then I was told to kneel on the floor in front of them and my face was pulled toward their cocks – they took turns getting me to suck their penises. I finished up sucking one while my hand was on the other at the same time masturbating them simultaneously – then I would swap over and suck the other one.

I heard one man say lets fuck her now and I got up myself and let them lie me on the bed. Well that’s it – they took turns to fuck me – hard and without any attempt of finesse. They are two perverted slobs and the fat one was panting and sweating. That’s why I can’t understand why I felt like I did – I enjoyed it. I enjoyed being used – being a slut – I got pleasure by tasting their cocks in my mouth and letting them bite on my nipples and finger even my arsehole – I loved it!

I’m scared of myself and confused – I got an amazing thrill being treated like a slut and abused. I’m frightened because I liked it too much!”

My wife grabbed me and kissed me then told me yet another stunning fact.

“I know I will be tempted to go back – only Roy being there will prevent something else happening.”

Well that made me feel great – the only thing stopping her from being the slut for these two men was their friend – who was fucking my wife himself anyway!

While I was thinking about this I hadn’t noticed her hand that was now inside my trousers and extracting my cock. Suddenly I was aware of how passionate she had become.

“You’re hard – you’re aroused!” she exclaimed, working her wrist rapidly on my foreskin.

I didn’t comment – I let her help me pull off my clothes and she quickly removed hers and she begged me to fuck her. All those images appeared in my mind like I was watching a porn film.

Several times, while in the throes of sexual ecstasy she whispered in my ear, “I love being a slut – I love having cock!”

Now this is the point that was a watershed for both of us and led to the lifestyle we now have. After we had finished fucking we spent the rest of the evening with our own thoughts silently. What went through her mind I don’t know but my mind was very busy indeed – I thought long and hard. Without dwelling on complicated explanations the end result was that later, after several hours I pulled her on my knee and extracting my cock from my pants told her to straddle me. This she was happy to do and as I fucked her I uttered one request which she didn’t comment on or debate.

“I want you to go back to Roy’s tomorrow – I want you to see those men again!”

There was no other words spoken – we just fucked hard and she whimpered and moaned – but I think it was with delight and joy rather than from being upset.

So there it is but some readers will probably be wondering if she actually did visit Roy and his guests again. Well yes she did – but this time she wasn’t too upset by the events – in fact in time Roy wasn’t the only neighbour to enjoy visits from the young housewife from down the road. But I’ll tell you about that sometime else.



The Wife's Little Game Ch. 03



My wife told me that she had to walk very slowly past Roy’s house twice because he didn’t seem to want to notice her at first. She went to the store and as she came back she lingered in front of his gate pretending to be adjusting her bags. Giving up hope of an invite for coffee she made her way home thinking he must be very annoyed at her for the way she entertained his guests. Perhaps he was jealous but she had told him not to get attached to her.

“I had been home about fifteen minutes when the phone rang,” she told me. “It was Roy – he asked in a very terse tone if I wanted to come round to his house. He sounded a bit odd and I wasn’t sure if I should – but well – I did.

The men were still there and no one actually said much so I began to feel a little uncomfortable. I was about to ask Roy why he had bothered to ask me for a coffee in the first place if he was not in a favourable mood. Being in the presence of the men again strangely enough didn’t worry me –the older one still had a smirk on his face and the other one still stared lewdly at me.

After a while he seemed more relaxed and now my mind kept going back to yesterday’s events. Roy didn’t sit still but kept finding it necessary to do little chores that took him out of the room. I wondered if he was trying o leave me alone with the men but what reason would he have. The men said they had been packing their cases as it was time for them to leave so everyone was busy about the house walking from room to room.

I was asked if I minded making us all a coffee as I was the only one not busy. That’s when things happened – as I stood in the kitchen making the drink the older man came from behind and put his hand on my tits. He turned me round to face him and thinking no one else was there I let him kiss me and grope my breasts. He whispered to me to put my hand on his cock – and I did. I slowly rubbed his bulge as he kissed me and played with my breasts. It was only for about half a minute but it was long enough to convince Roy I was happy to oblige his friend. He had been watching from the doorway and I opened my eyes to see him looking straight at us.

He looked a bit shocked then he said, “I wasn’t sure when they told me what happened yesterday – but I see now it’s true. I just want you to know that I didn’t tell them you might be willing to give favours – I didn’t break our promise.”

Poor Roy – I didn’t know if he was scared I might be annoyed if his friends had been making up stories and blame him or whether he was upset that their claim was true and my favours weren’t exclusive to him. Now I knew why he seemed in a funny mood – his friends had told him everything and figured he was getting some of the same.

The men both laughed quietly in a smug “I told you so” sort of way.

I realised that I still had my hand on the big man’s bulge and took it away. Roy told me that I didn’t belong to him so carry on doing what I was doing. There was an edge in his voice and he was trying to come to terms with the revelation.

Well we eventually sat in the lounge and Roy suddenly came to me and kissed me openly. He said that if I had come again so willingly and quickly that all the things his friends had told him about what had happened yesterday must be true. We all knew that if I was prepared to visit again the morning after then – well – it didn’t need spelling out.

The conversation was a bit stinted and awkward but there was a sexually charged atmosphere – they all knew how willing I was to be very “friendly” with them. The younger of Roy’s guests rose to go into the kitchen and asked aloud if I would follow him in – help him refill the coffees. Everybody knew that wasn’t the real reason of course – when he had put down the cups he put his arm around me and began to kiss me and feel my tits.

Well it didn’t take long – for me to be as aroused as he was I mean. I let him unfasten my top – the wrap around one and he had easy access to my breasts. The others remained in the other room silent – as though they were just listening. The thought went through my head that they would be waiting to take a turn with me – I became really excited! I finished up sitting on a chair with the guy stood in front of me and I sucked him off – and let him “cum” in my mouth.

When I looked up the others had then started to wander into the kitchen. They saw me sat with sperm on my chin and still holding the cock. My tits were still hanging out and for a moment they just gazed at me. All sorts of things happened in the next hour – they started by getting me to bend over the table and I let them peel my panties off. I was fucked from behind and then they just played with my body and generally groped and felt me. I sucked their cocks and rubbed them and let them rub the sperm into my skin.

After a while they decided to take me upstairs and when they felt recharged they tried other things – like making me suck a cock while another was in my pussy. They wanted me to let them put a cock into my arse but I told them I had never done that before and wasn’t ready to try. It didn’t stop one putting his finger into me when my bottom was bucking into the air while I sat on top of his friend fucking him.

I’m afraid it does make me very aroused – having men treat me like a whore and a slut. The dirtier it was the more I liked it – even the fatter older one who panted for breath over me and sweated while I sucked his cock. When they took turns to fuck me doggy style I felt a real dirty woman offering my bottom up into the air for them. I almost wished I had been willing to try anal sex.”

My wife seemed to drift into deep thought as she brought her tale to an end. Simply put – we fucked hard and long – that night and for many others after. The men had long gone and she would still occasionally visit Roy – but somehow the thrill had subdued – we had both become too used to it. It was rather like having your favourite meal every day – it becomes boring and looses its appeal. We still recalled her exploits when we fucked but it was clear that both of us were tiring of her game.

One night she confessed to me how stale her visits to Roy had become. Sometimes he took her to his bed and it was just like a boring married couple doing it. Even the regular blow jobs she gave him while sat in his kitchen had lost there exciting spontaneity. Surprisingly, having my wife tell me she had been fucked by Roy yet again no longer had much effect on me either – I was so used to hearing it. 

In the same conversation she mentioned the new neighbours – and in particular their son – a strapping twenty year old. Now this made me a little jealous – this wasn’t a lonely middle aged man who she would never run off with – it was a young stud! She went out of her way to run into him and he was beginning to notice her more she told me. She confessed that she was actively pursuing him hoping some opportunity would present itself.

Over the next few weeks all this built up while Roy drifted more into the background. Once at a party I caught her on the patio in the dark being kissed by the stud. His mates were with him and they put it down to a housewife having too much to drink and not realising how far she was going. I stood there and thought – if they only knew that my wife would probably be willing to take them all on and do far more than just let them kiss her then what would their reaction be?

Seeing those studs with bulges at the front of their pants excited me thinking what they would do to my wife. After that I gently encouraged Debbie to try her luck – maybe she would be able to ask him into the house when I wasn’t around. But things took a different turn and she made a very significant error that ultimately led to our present situation.

One night I was out and Debbie, sat alone, let here thoughts drift to the young man. She swore he was home alone - his parents gone out for the evening. She thought a couple of his friends might me with him but now she was brave enough to take a chance on that and hope they would take the hint and leave if she got the reaction she hoped. She would go across to his house – find an excuse – dressed to attract attention.

The plan was more to undress than dress – she would be ready for bed – wearing see-through short nightie under a loosely tied robe – then find she needed a light bulb. That was her reason for going two doors down the road – to ask if he had one and hope he would invite her in and she would show just a little too much and get him interested. He would want this sexy young wife to stay awhile and she would become very careless with her robe falling open. It all sounded easy – because if his mates didn’t take the hint and go – she would accept the offer to stay anyway!

“It seemed straight forward really,” she told me several days later, “If his friends stayed maybe he would take me upstairs for sex. Or there was the chance that if I wanted him to fuck me that I might also have to accommodate his friends – I was going to give it a try. He knew how I had liked the way he kissed me and I had done enough in the last few weeks to make it clear I was prepared to play around.

I got it very wrong though – I don’t know how I managed it but I could have died. His father answered the door – it was he in the house with his friends. There was I stood with my robe on looking dumb and tongue tied!”

The vision was almost comical, “So what did you do?” I asked.

“I could only think to say the words I had planned to – explain about the light bulb and say my husband was out and did they have a spare one I could use. It sounded unconvincing and corny now but I couldn’t just run away – I had to have a reason for being there. When he invited me in I expected his wife to be there and cringed at the thought of her seeing me dressed like that but when he showed me into the sitting room their were three other men present. It was the dad who was staying in with his buddies.

I felt conspicuous – all their eyes were fixed on me – they smiled and introduced themselves but their eyes undressed me and had more wicked thoughts. The boy’s dad, Jim he’s called – asked me to sit down while he went and found a light bulb for me. I was committed now and when I sat down it was like I was on display – I was really aware how short my robe was and that I hadn’t much on underneath.

Jim came back into the room and said it would take him a while to dig out the spares. He suggested someone offered me a drink and before I could tell him not to worry and forget the bulb he quickly disappeared again. One man got me a drink and I chose to have a short one then I would be able to finish it quickly. I chose to have a scotch but when it came it was a very large one – very strong even though I had said plenty of water.

I could see the men were enjoying my being there – they hadn’t expected this. I felt safe really because they all seemed nice. They were around mid fifties to early sixty and all made polite conversation asking where I lived and what my husband did for a job.

I don’t know how long I was sat there – probably not very long - but I became more relaxed and started to notice how there eyes kept drifting down my body. I saw that my robe had come a little looser and one half below my belt had slipped open a little. Most of my bare thighs were visible anyway but now they could see just that bit more – not all the way but enough to keep them interested. The top half had billowed out and as my nightdress was very low cut they had quite a show.

I let them enjoy their selves making sure I stayed just barely covered up. One man in particular looked at me knowingly as we all chatted. Then when Jim eventually came back into the room with the light bulb I thanked him and was about to gulp my drink and leave. I was quickly told not to rush – take my time to finish the drink. Jim now seemed to notice how everyone was taking in the sight of my body and sat to do the same. He reassured me that I needn’t rush then the other man spoke.

“In fact – let me refill your glass for you - stay a little longer. It’s not every day we get to chat to a pretty young wife.”

Jim and the others quickly backed him up and I said I wasn’t sure – not being properly dressed. When I asked Jim about his family coming back it all seemed to take on a naughtier atmosphere.

“What about your wife – or son – if they come home to find me sat here dressed like this?”

“Don’t worry – no one will be home for ages yet – what about you – your husband?”

I told them it was OK – it wouldn’t be a problem. It was like we had all just agreed to do something wicked and secret.

Jim asked, “So would you like your glass refilled then?” 

I answered yes if he was sure his wife wouldn’t return.

We sat talking and it felt sexier than it ever did at Roy’s because I was already undressed. They kept trying to get an eyeful but it was always just out of sight. The alcohol began to take effect and their confidence grew. I kept getting little comments on how nice I looked and they openly admired my bare legs and said what well shaped thighs and calves I had.

“For a moment you know,” the one who seemed leader, Peter, said, “When you first walked into the room we wondered whether you were naked under that robe.”

I giggled and said I could see why – it was short – then I described my little nightdress to them. They were beginning to get aroused and shuffled around a lot in their seats. Suddenly they noticed my glass was empty and they looked disappointed because now I would have to leave.

As though hoping for a miracle I was asked, “I don’t suppose you would like another?”

You could have heard a pin drop while they waited for my answer. 

“I’m going to be getting giddy and tipsy with all this drink – you might take advantage of me!” I joked but the thought interested them. “I’m still nervous that your wife will come home – otherwise I would stay for another drink with you.”

I knew this should tell them something – and now all reassured me it wouldn’t happen. They couldn’t believe their luck that this half dressed sexy housewife was willing to stay in their company – knowing full well it was obvious how they had been admiring my body and hoping I would get careless. Now another man, Steven, became confident enough to make witty but saucy comments.

“Well we might take advantage of you,” he joked. “We might be getting past our prime but we still function!”

Looking at them in turn I told them I had noticed!

Another few minutes passed and we chatted away laughing and joking – the alcohol was loosening tongues.

“You know,” said Peter, “It occurs to me that your nightdress must be really small if we can’t even see it under your robe – because that is certainly short!”

The others gave a little laugh, “Steady!” said one, “If we get carried away we will frighten her off. She’ll run out shocked and screaming into the street!”

“I don’t think so,” I told them smiling. “Maybe you would get too excited though and have heart attacks!”

They laughed and one said he would be willing to risk it - but then they all agreed that I wouldn’t dare – but the thought was stimulating. Steven actually asked me if I was sure I wasn’t offended having them ogling me like they were. The others gave him a hard look as though he had been too direct in admitting how much they were looking in a sexual way and given me the chance to say this was enough.

I smiled and told them in a very soft voice that it was fine – I didn’t mind at all – then I stretched a leg out. I said it was nice to be admired but it was very naughty of me to be here with them with hardly any clothes on. The fact I had pointed it out in such a way and the tone of voice I used made them aroused and they fidgeted around.

“You really are good to look at,” said the forth man who was called David.

He had been fairly quiet up until now but he looked the most lustful of the bunch.

“I’m glad you all enjoy doing it,” I answered.

I smiled and took a sip of my drink – the others stayed silent and Jim nodded his head in agreement. Nothing was said at all for a long minute and I sipped my drink again. Then, without looking at anyone I slowly and deliberately let my free hand move to the belt of my robe. I could hear the sharp intake of breath from them as they wondered what I was about to do. I pulled the end that released the knot – and let the two halves fall open. As if that wasn’t exciting and daring enough for them I made them gasp even more as I parted the robe even more to show them my little see-through and very short nightdress.

The men just breathed heavily and sat silent. Now they could see almost everything – the top was very low and as it was so flimsy anyway my tits appeared to be quite bare.

“There – now you have a better view – shall I cover up again chance someone comes or would you like me to stay as I am for you?”

They couldn’t believe they had a choice – and all asked for me to stay as I was!

Now we’ll see if your hearts can take it – hope it meets with your expectations – my body I mean.”

They said it did and I laughed and said, “There’s no point trying to cover my panties – my nightdress isn’t long enough to cover them.”

The attention I had drawn to my pussy made at least one of them groan. My panties were little lacy things - just a thong really – hardy a triangle of material at the front.

“I think the drink is having an effect!” I told them, “I need to pee.”

Jim made a garbled noise and tried to direct me to the bathroom. To their further excitement I stood up and let the robe slip totally from my shoulders. Now I stood before them with an almost completely see through and very short garment that left hardy anything to the imagination.

I went to the bathroom and I have to admit that I was disappointed to find no one had followed me. Time was passing now and I would have to leave soon – so I decided to move things along. When I went back to the living room instead of sitting I stood in the middle of the room talking to them and giving them a really good view.

“Are we still OK for time,” I asked Jim, “or should I cover up now?”

“No – it’s no problem,” he said in a monotone voice his eyes nearly popping out.

“I didn’t realise just how skimpy these panties are,” I said lying. “My bottom isn’t covered at all.”

I turned my arse to them and showed my bare cheeks – any material had long since disappeared up my crack.

“I’m showing you all far too much – I told you the drink would get the better of me!”

I pretended to be getting tipsy and twirled around to display myself to them. My shoulder strap fell off and as it travelled down my arm my breast was uncovered.

“Oh well – you’ve all been waiting for that to happen.”

Their jaws dropped open and they swallowed hard when I sat down and didn’t even attempt to cover myself. Also I sat with my legs wide apart and they all stared because after visiting the bathroom a very damp patch was visible in my crotch.

“Oh dear – I wet myself!” I said.

It took a while for someone to build up enough courage during which meantime no one spoke.

 Then Steven took a deep breath and asked, “Would you mind if any of us came over and gave you a little kiss.”

There was no more time to waste - now I sounded more sober.

“I will have to be going shortly – but if you’re all sure we won’t get interrupted or discovered – then if the door is locked – I will let you come and sit with me – let you touch.”

“Do you mean – all of us?” asked Jim not believing my words.

I answered him by looking straight at him and pulling the other strap from my shoulder. Now both my breasts were uncovered and naked for them to play with.

There was confusion and mumbling as one went to make sure the door was locked while another just fussed and shook with nerves. David did something useful – he refilled the glasses. He was actually the first to take his turn and sat by me after I had been asked to sit on the couch so there was more room.  He felt and squeezed my tits tweaking my nipples and then sucked on them. He weighed my tits in his palms and run his fingers roughly over them making me moan. I decided the more I moaned the more excited they would be – and I was right.




The Wife's Little Game Ch. 03



Steven now got brave and lost his reservations and shyness. Almost kneeling at my other side me lowered his head and gazed at my crotch fascinated by the dampness. A minute later he seemed to forget the presence of his friends and kissed my upper inside thigh. I felt his mouth getting nearer and nearer to my damp pussy. I was becoming very turned on by the kinky act I imagined he was going to perform. Then his mouth closed over the wet lacy material of my panties. He was enthralled and enchanted by my pee soaked patch – his tongue pushed against the lace and my legs automatically spread to accommodate him. Moaning loudly I was amazingly aroused and I grabbed the other man at the same time fumbling to unfasten his trousers.

All were spellbound as they watched me take out David’s cock and begin to masturbate him while Steven sucked and licked my soaking pussy. I closed my eyes to increase the feeling of pleasure then half opening them I saw the other two men unsure whether to masturbate or not.

“Get undressed – I told them – take your trousers off – I want your cocks – do it while there’s still time!”

Now we were in full flow – no more “suggestions” or polite requests – now it was clear I wanted them to fuck me. Raising my left leg high I put it over Stevens head and leaving my knee bent rested it on the seat. This meant my pussy lips opened wide and holding the man’s head I guided it from my pussy to my anus where he gladly licked and kissed. David was still enjoying my tits while I wanked him off and now I was almost sideways it possible to fill another hole.

Staring Jim straight in the eye as he nervously pulled on his foreskin while he watched I opened my jaw and waited for him to take the initiative. It realised quickly and thinking he was in heaven he grinned manically as he offered his penis to my mouth. This was probably only something he had ever read about.

I was giving pleasure to three men together – one happy to suck my arse and pussy – one enjoying a wank from my eager hand while he played with my nipples – the other experiencing my mouth around his member. Only Peter was missing out but he seemed quite happy watching and wanking.

It was soon over – both for David who spunked over my hand and thigh and Jim – who almost apologised for loosing control and letting his sperm shoot down my throat. When he realised I didn’t mind he nearly sobbed with emotion and joy. Steven was still busy between my legs but Peter would have to have his turn – and I wanted a cock inside me. Gently parting company with Steven’s tongue I rose and whispered to Peter to fuck me. He wouldn’t – then it dawned on me why not – he was the elder and his generation found it awkward trying to perform in front of an audience – never mind their friends – he was too reserved. The one whom I thought was the most confident – wasn’t!

Gently taking his hand I told him to follow into the kitchen – and let him watch while I took off my panties. Standing before him I put his penis against my hole and told him to fuck me – hard! His mates obliged by staying in the other room while Peter, now comfortable, really went at it he really did do me hard, gripping my arse and bouncing me up and down on his cock while I balanced against the work top. My tits jumped and jiggled around until he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked and nibbled on it.

It was a very enjoyable fuck and I reached an intense orgasmic pleasure. Time was now getting short as we returned to the other room to find the others returned to normal. I picked up my robe but was surprised when Steven asked me nervously to return to the kitchen with him. I looked at Jim who indicated there was still time and let him guide out of the room. After all he hadn’t climaxed or got the same satisfying finish the others had done being busy trying to pleasure me.

I had my robe loosely round my shoulders and held my panties in my hand not yet having put them on. Standing with legs wide open I waited for the expected knee trembler I had enjoyed with David. Steven looked sheepish and nervous – as though he was having difficulty somehow. He took a minute to gaze at my body and still seemed interested in my wet panties – even though they were in my hand. This was his kink I thought – I was quite intrigued by his dirty fetish.

“Go on Steven – do what ever you want – it’s only you and me here.

I whispered to him gently wondering just what it was he wanted to do.

“Do it Steven – take your pleasure how you like to.”

He hesitated then standing a little way from me looked down almost sobbing as he examined my bare pussy. Now I felt semen begin to seep out of my hole and wondered if this was the thing that was putting him off. No – he was smiling and the look in his eyes said something different. Nervously he looked at me one more time as though he expected me to push him away – about to shock and disturb me.

Slowly he lowered his body to the floor until he was knelt between my legs – then he licked my slit in one long sweeping action with his tongue. It was as though he was determined to get in one good lick before I pushed him away in disgust. This was his kink – I was surprised but didn’t push him away. He almost was shaking waiting for my reaction and when none came he let his tongue touch the space between my vaginal lips and rapidly move it up and down.

Feeling more courageous his lips kissed my pussy – then I reacted. Slowly I let my hands cradle his head – and moved my hips – to open my hole. He almost cried with joy – I was going to allow him to continue.

“It’s OK Steven,” I hissed quietly, “Lick me!”

Steven did just that – first he closed his mouth round my slit and sucked hard. It was amazingly kinky and filthy as the juices were a mixture of mine – and David’s! I pulled his face back so I could see the sperm on his chin and there it was dripping almost and his tongue was covered with it. He thought I was about to scream at him and he looked ashamed but I just looked sternly down at him and felt incredibly perverted and depraved.

“Let me see you swallow it!” I ordered him in a low voice so the men in the other room wouldn’t hear.

Steven, with a mixture of fear shame and joy at the possibility that I might be getting pleasure from this also moaned and licking his lips swallowed the other man’s spunk.

Now I was really aroused by this perversion and asked him, “Do you want some more Steven?”

His pathetic face lit up and he managed a nod.

I used my fingers to spread my cunt lips and pulled him against the hole. He licked and sucked like there was no tomorrow. I was reaching orgasm again – Steven’s fetish had an unexpected effect on me. His tongue went to my arse and back again – did he want to lick my bum hole? Well I decided to find out – I turned and bent to spread my arse cheeks. Sure enough Steven’s tongue went straight to my brown hole and he licked the sweat from my arse. Bending more in a very lewd way I wanted to feel his tongue right in my anus – and I felt him start to suck – he was sucking on my arse.

I had an incredible dirty urge to open my arse hole even more and told him to use his tongue – push it right in. Steven, hearing how keen I sounded sobbed softly and was overcome with pleasure. He did his best licking and sucking my hole then turning I opened my cunt as much as was possible while he soaked up any bodily fluid that was in there.

“Drink it!” I told him.

Holding his head I simply finished up fucking his face bucking my hips against him until I had come. When I released him he stood and taking hold of his cock he quickly brought himself to climax letting it spill on my tummy.

When I was about to leave the house it felt very strange to hear these polite old men thank me and tell me to take care. Steven had managed to whisper a heartfelt thank you unbelieving that I had allowed him to indulge in his filthy fetish. I had plans and hopes that we might repeat it sometime!”

So that was how we came to be here – there was enough excitement there to last us a while and our sex life was amazing. Every month or two she would go back – and indulge the old men. Yes she did eventually get to fuck his son – in fact a couple of his mates too.

No group knows about the other and each is a secret from the rest. Except perhaps for Steven – he knows Debbie has many partners. Every now and then when it’s possible she rings him and asks if he would like her to call round. Sometimes it’s quite late at night – but it’s fine by him. she lets him kiss and fondle her then tells him she has just been fucked by another man – or men. She doesn’t say who of course – Steven doesn’t want to know that.

However he gets very excited – and she takes off her panties – while he sinks to the floor - and they do some very dirty things together! Sometimes she leaves the panties on – and when she tells Steven she really needs to pee he holds her tight to prevent her from going to the bathroom. So much so that her pee leaks out – while he is still sucking and licking – sometimes she loses control of her bladder altogether.

And all this I know – because she shares with me all the details of her little games.



The Wife's Little Game



After eating I sat with a drink then just to get away from her for a while I disappeared to have a shower. Dressed in my bathrobe I was almost shaking as I returned to join her and we sat on the sofa together. The silly thought that it was a good idea to remove my tight underwear so my expected erection would not cause discomfort made me laugh inwardly. It hadn’t escaped my notice that my wife had left signs that she too had showered and changed just before I arrived home – was it to clean away the effects of her rampant sexual games? My heart pounded at the thought – all this was becoming almost surreal and beyond my ability to cope.

She had poured a large gin and tonic for herself which was highly unusual so early in the evening. The expression on her face was like a cat that had got the cream – really self satisfied. I had to break the silence and get things started – know the worst.

“So did you indulge in naughty games with Roy today – while I was at work?”

Without any sign of reluctance or shyness she answered me calmly.

“Yes – I hope you haven’t changed your mind – about trying out our new “hobby” – because today I was very naughty.”

I gulped in a breath and quietly asked her to tell me the details. Her hand dropped to her lap and the hem of the thin summer dress she was wearing was pulled up while she slowly ran her fingers up and down her thighs. I could see that she was wearing her hold up stockings and reasoned that it was all part of creating the desired effect. 

While I looked at the actions of her hand I asked, “Is that what you wore – that dress?”

“No,” she answered, “It was a much shorter one – but I wore stockings – like these – and he did with his hands what my hands are doing now.”

“And did his go as high up your thigh as what yours are doing now?” I asked resenting her teasing but playing along.

“Higher,” she told me calmly.

I was still looking down at her lap and saw how her fingers stopped just below the crease where legs join hips. I could already see the triangle of white panties so the word echoed in my head – “higher!” He went higher!

“I tried not to make it too obvious that I was going to let him go further. I wore a little summer dress that was easy to let ride up my thighs. I looked round his garden first knowing the breeze would blow my clothes up and when it did I didn’t rush to hold my dress down. At one point I bent low pretending to be looking at a flower and my skirt blew above my waist. Today I wore a thong – so my bottom looked naked – I suppose it was really.”

Every word was spoken in calm and measured tones just like the night before. She stared at me all the time as though looking for signs that I was deriving pleasure from her admissions.

“Relax,” she told me, “You don’t need to feel embarrassed about being turned on by listening to your wife’s exploits with another man. I’m not embarrassed to tell you – let it go – it’s kinky – but we both enjoy the experience.”

She waited a second for a reaction but I was still trying to control my shaking and gather my thoughts.

“By the time we went back into the house Roy was very excited and flustered. It felt like having an older uncle or one of my dad’s friends get sexually excited over me. I think it’s because of the age difference that I feel excited by him. If it was a young man grabbing at me I wouldn’t be interested or turned on. You see I could never fall in love with him or feel romantic toward him – it’s a sexual thing – forbidden sex – young wife and older man – father figure. There’s something sexy about showing myself to this much older man – letting him touch me!”

Her voice had adopted that husky sexy tone and she was clearly turning herself on if not me – not yet – I was still scared and confused. Maybe her last statement was meant to reassure me – no deep feelings toward him – just sex! I swallowed hard and waited for her to continue.

“He had trouble staying calm and when we eventually sat down – me opposite him as usual he tried to keep the conversation normal. Then he mentioned how sexy I looked today – I think he was still a little nervous about whether I thought he had come on too strong the day before. 

He said my skirt blowing up had reminded him of his youth – when all women wore stockings. Making it sound light-hearted and a joke he said it was a pity that women no longer wore suspenders or garters. I asked him what he liked about stockings and he told me it was the knowing there wasn’t much else to protect a woman’s modesty – meaning just her knickers – and how sexy it was to see that patch of bare flesh between stocking tops and panties.

I laughed and put on a sexy voice then told him I would maybe give him a little treat before I left. I swear that I saw him begin to shake a little with excitement.”

My wife, while speaking had rose to pour herself another drink and without asking brought me a large scotch – and did I need it! My penis was now hard and though I didn’t realise it my wife knew and gave it a little squeeze after handing me the drink.

“You don’t need to be bashful you know!” she said laughing. “Play with it while I tell you what I did!”

The last sentence was said very sexily and she really meant she would love to see me do just that, however I was still a little unsure.

“Anyway when he went to the kitchen to pour me another coffee I followed him in. I knew if I stood close to him that he would be tempted to grab me – and he did.”

Now my cock was bursting through my robe and my wife’s eye’s lit up.

“He kissed me but was a bit clumsy so I had to tell him to take it easy. He was surprised that I didn’t actually push him away but was willing to let him carry on as long as he wasn’t too rough. He was finding it hard to control his passion and you should have seen his face when I took hold of his wandering hand and moved it away from the buttons of my dress – only to undo them for him! He couldn’t believe it when I took hold of his hand again and slipped it inside my clothes on my tits.”

That was it -my reservations disappeared – my hand went to my cock and began to tug firmly but slowly! There was a danger I would erupt too soon picturing my wife with this man and fought to keep control – just like Roy had tried to! Debbie smiled and her eyes narrowed – she was glad that I wasn’t about to have a change of heart – her own hand crept close to her pussy lips.

“I let him play with my tits for a while and said naughty things to turn him on. I reminded him that I was married and how old he was – old enough to be my daddy. I whispered to him that he shouldn’t be playing with my nipples – and how wicked I was for letting him. Then I pretended he was being too rough and hurting me and told him to stop. He was almost frightened of what he might have done and was about to apologise. I told him that it was uncomfortable having his hand pushed deep inside my bra – and he might tear my clothes. He was really scared and confused I think because he thought I was about to make a scene.

What a picture his face was when instead of refastening my dress I undid even more buttons and pulled my bra up over my breasts. I let him feast his eyes on my bare tits then I took his hand and placed it over my left nipple.

I said, “There – that’s better – you were getting far too excited!”

He couldn’t believe it – I put my arm around his neck and let him play with my tits. He was even more amazed when he got carried away and dropped his head to suck on me – and I never stopped him.”

Debbie played with her cunt as I pulled on my dick openly. Now there was no way I wanted her to stop this tale. As though waiting for my imagination to digest the mental pictures she was creating she stayed silent for a minute smiling and letting her eyes dwell on the sight of my hand masturbating my penis. I wondered if Roy had wanked while she watched – or whether she had done it for him - but decided not to pre-empt the rest of her story – she would tell me in her own time.

My wife continued, “I let him play and suck on my tits – he held my breasts in his hands and kissed and licked them. Then he would just look at them while he weighed them in the flat of his hands. After a few minutes I told him I would have to go soon and then I said to him that if he behaved himself I would give him the little treat I promised him before I left.

“Come on!” I said giving a little laugh, “Lets sit down on the couch and I’ll bring back memories for you.”

When we walked to the seat I got a thrill seeing how his trousers bulged at the front. He was panting for breath a bit with excitement wondering what I was going to do. As he sat next to me I pulled my skirt up to the top of my thighs to show my stocking tops.

“There,” I asked him, “Is that what you like to see?”

It was almost too much for him but he managed to control his urge to grab at me and gazed at my legs taking in the sight then he caressed my thighs letting his fingers feel the silky material of the stockings before running onto the bare flesh of my legs He kept climbing higher, until he was touching the edge of my thong.

“You have to promise not to tell anyone I let you do this to me,” I told him.

He went to extremes to reassure me he could be trusted then he asked – well almost begged me to allow him to kiss my legs. I said I wasn’t sure I should go any farther then when he had begged a little more I agreed he could. He knelt down in between my legs and kissed my legs then let his tongue creep round to my inner thigh. Now he was shaking – because his eyes and mouth were so close to my pussy that was hardly covered – my lacy thong had almost folded into my crack. I could tell at one point that his head was still as he just looked at my vagina. When his tongue got dangerously close to my slit I told him he would have to stop.

“Please! I shouldn’t be letting you do this – it’s wicked – what would happen if my husband found out? You’re old enough to be my father.”

I let him lick and kiss the front of my thong for just a little minute then I gently pulled his head up. He was disappointed and tried hard to persuade me everything was OK and no one would find out. I kept telling him it was wrong and I shouldn’t be doing this but all the time we talked I allowed him to kiss me and his hands went from my tits to stroke the inside of my thigh. He wriggled about on top of me as though he was masturbating himself against me. I could tell he was getting very frustrated and was about to explode so I teased him a bit more before it ended.

“Are you sure you won’t tell anyone – that I let you touch me?”

He tried every thing to convince me then I delivered my final shock for the day.

“I can’t let you go all the way – but I’ll let you do it to yourself against me.”

I spoke very quietly and said it like I had never had sex before. What an effect it had on him! It took a second or two for him to realise what I had just said then he fumbled with his pants trying to get his dick out. To be honest – when I first felt it touch my bare skin I think I was more turned on than he was. I wanted to see and hold it but it would have spoilt my little game.

I kept telling him how naughty it all was as he masturbated against my thigh – then when he shifted so it could touch my pussy I pretended not to notice and let him carry on. I cradled his head as he kissed my tits and neck whilst his hands worked on his cock to bring himself off. I don’t think he had ever been so excited and aroused – he attempted to push his cock just that bit farther hoping it would slip inside my pussy but my thong was in the way. When I kissed him back on the lips it made him explode – and I felt his “cum” all over my tummy.

After he got his breath back and pulled away I kept my skirt held up so he could see his spunk on my belly. My cunt may as well have been naked and I let him look at my exposed body.

“Look!” I said holding my skirt right up to my tummy, “I’m all wet now – will you wipe it off for me then it won’t stain my skirt?”

That was his last treat as I let him use a tissue to clean my belly and he actually got to touch my pussy as he wiped his mess up. I could tell by his face that he was sad that it was all over with. We made awkward conversation and when I was about to leave he grabbed me and kissed me – then he thanked me!

I laughed at him then told him, “Don’t forget your promise – it’s a secret between us.”

I whispered to him that if I agreed to let him touch my body and be naughty with him that he would have to let me decide how far to go and not try to force me. He was speechless at the thought that he may get to do all this again – that I was willing to let him! He kissed me so hard that I had to gently push him away and tell him to calm down.”

Back in reality I fought to stop my climax spoiling the end of the story. As though Debbie realised I was about to burst forth any second she whipped off her panties and straddled my cock pushing it deep inside her. The fuck was a short one – we were both on the edge – but in no time at all we had both recovered and indulged in a very passionate bout of sexual acts for the remainder of the evening. It was quite late before we were finally satiated and spent and just lay resting on top of the bed.

“Now you’ve experienced the feeling – what do you feel like doing – smashing the furniture in a fit of jealous rage – or are you looking forward to my next visit to Roy’s?” 

Her question sounded like it demanded an immediate answer.

“I’ll mention it when I think you should stop – but I’m not sure I can decide at the moment. No to the first part though – I don’t feel like smashing the furniture.”

I was still too scared to admit - or even to understand – the mixed emotions I was experiencing. The images were there again – and my cock was already beginning to twitch and stiffen!