14 comments/ 176820 views/ 16 favorites How She Succumbed By: Petersimpson This story is largely true. Just the names have been changed, because I have a great regard for both of the personalities involved and do not wish for them to be identified. I write of these events in a different tone to many others who embrace the same fetish as me, i.e., that of wishing to physically share their loved one with someone else. This is because I differ from many others. For me, my wife has never been a 'slut', because where I come from, that word is pejorative and more adequately describes what we in the UK refer to as a Tart - that is, someone who is so loose in her choices that she will screw just about anybody for the sake of a fuck. In my view, the word slut falsely describes the object of one's love or deep regard who has learnt to enjoy the exquisite pleasure of being able to indulge the attentions of another man in private, with her husband's willing consent and participation. I shall say no more at this stage, because I think my own approach to such matters is better gleaned through the unfolding of my somewhat long but hopefully readable story. Finally, I direct a couple of remarks to that sad few who so readily submit their written castigation of various writers' efforts under the highly un-original name of 'Anonymous'. Literotica is obviously a site for those who enjoy writing or reading about sex or romance in all its various forms. We are none of us exactly the same and what for one man may be a 'slut', may to another man be a dearly loved wife (who just happens to be open to other ideas!). Similarly, and be they male or female, one person may embrace the joys of bi-sexuality, whilst another may eschew the very thought of any physical contact with their own sex – and so on. Therefore, unless the few 'Anonymouses' are to be considered inadequate 'Anonymouses', may I suggest that they either retain their negative thoughts to themselves; or alternatively, identify another site more suited to their own particular choices. A great deal of work goes into writing free stories for others and the effort is therefore deserving of either appreciation, or constructive criticism. It should not be subjected to witless denigration by people who seemingly lack the bravery to expose their bigoted offerings to criticism by identifying themselves. My demure and beautiful wife comes from a fairly wealthy County family in southern England; and by all standards, she is fairly well bred - a true product of the English public school system and one who has always been able to mix in so called polite society. It's not that she herself is stand-offish or anything. Indeed, far from it; for she will always readily mix and be completely accepted in any company; but she seems to appear somewhat conservative to the outsider and does have that certain untouchable look, which often proves an irresistible challenge to people like me. Other men always seem to find her attractive; and I suspect that some of them would probably like to strip and seduce her, purely for the perverse thrill of doing someone who looks, acts and is so much the upper class girl. Her unusually pretty face is unblemished by anything other than a very attractive mole high on one cheek and her full mouth looks as if was just made for sucking. She's not particularly tall but she has long auburn hair that makes her look taller. As part of her defence system I suppose, she has always been rather reserved about letting people get too close to her and as a result, perhaps emanates the wrong aura to those who do not know her well. Her wide innocent eyes have a way of looking sexily upwards at one through arched eyebrows - the kind of look that makes the average man go weak in the crotch and want to immediately rip her clothes off. I know this, because that's the way I felt the first time I met her and since then, I've noticed far too many other men (and a few women!) react in the same way. Yet she truly still has no idea of the effect she is having. She has a slender but pleasantly comfortable body, from which swell two lovely 36 inch breasts that stand out stark white from the remainder of her residual tan. Slightly low when at rest, but likely to quiver deliciously with the slightest movement, her tits end in dark puffy areola and flat-tipped nipples that pucker into sensuous hard stalks of eroticism which protrude a good third of an inch when she's either cold or aroused. Her tummy could perhaps be a little flatter; but in my opinion, this mild imperfection serves only to highlight the rest of her sexy nakedness, particularly since it promises beautiful things below her panty line, where prying fingers will eventually discover a softly flattened bed of light brown pubic hair through which can be felt generous pussy lips perpetually that stand out as if in readiness. I had hitherto always believed that after a couple or so years in any relationship, the initial frenetic sex that comes with discovering and exploring a new body often gradually slows down through familiarity; and I suspect it's about then that most couples find themselves beginning to indulge the odd fantasy about others. Notwithstanding, I personally was still deeply in love with my wife some years after we got together and had always resisted the thought of anyone else catching even the smallest sight of her intimacies, except perhaps on a beach when everyone else was in the same state of bikini clad semi-nudity. With such an attitude therefore, it really should have been unthinkable that circumstances should eventually arise which led to me discovering, and developing, a particularly compelling fantasy. But circumstances did eventually occur and from that time onwards I found myself gradually realising that I wanted to see a friend of mine manage to have his way with my gorgeous wife. Yet I didn't want him to try it on unless she also was sufficiently stimulated by the thought of being seduced by him - not just talking about it with me as part of our fantasy love play; but keen herself to allow its happening. As a further consideration, the guy in question had mentioned to me more than once that he had always been easily discouraged from further pursuit of any woman who rebutted his initial advances. For whatever reason, he was obviously somewhat timid in this regard and I was therefore also very concerned that his somewhat fragile ego might be severely damaged if he did eventually psyche himself up to making an advance towards my wife who, without realising the vulnerable side of his personality, might rebut his approaches out of hand. Furthermore, I didn't want either of them to know that I entertained any possibility of his seducing her. Although I thought I might enjoy the opportunity to witness any event first hand (preferably without either of them knowing of my presence), I felt that any liaison should appear accidental. Despite the risk I knew it might entail, the fascination grew from their first meeting and I found the fantasy provoked an immediate erection whenever it came to mind. Yet the usual fears and apprehensions discouraged me from allowing the fantasy to be tested for some time. The worry of course, was that she might enjoy it so much that our relationship would fall by the wayside. Ironically, I discovered that the overall thrill was perversely heightened by this very concern and I thus discovered that my fantasy was composed of an irresistible combination of worried reserve, possible jealousy and unbelievable arousal. When playing about with my wife, I would often come heavily at the thought of her squirming in pleasure, completely impaled and helpless to stop him doing whatever he wanted. Yet early inhibitions decreed that I should try to suppress such thoughts - what a poor bastard I was and what I could have missed if I hadn't overcome them! Like most women, Maggie occasionally appraises the potential of other men and her interest is no less of a joke between us than when I openly comment on the physical desirability of other attractive women. All quite natural really; and although even then I loved Maggie to bits, I was still immature enough to think it was all right for me to succumb more than once to the thrill of an illicit liaison outside our relationship. I had however, always been exceptionally careful to ensure that Maggie had been protected from any affair and that none other than the girl and I ever knew of it. Conversely, it appeared that nobody else had so far aroused the similar necessary degree of lust in Maggie - or if they had, it was never to the extent where she would want to do anything about it, or I should have known. So, all I shall write about only came to be after she had met Phil for the first time and the first realisation of my fantasy began to dawn. They were introduced to each other not long before Maggie and I got married, after living together for the previous three years. It was at the end of the first week when he came to work with our company and we were all having supper in our local pub. Maggie was 26 and I was 32. After I had introduced them, I noticed a look on her face as she glanced at him across the bar with an all too familiar half-smile that I knew from experience indicated interest. Phil and I had met some time before he started working with us and each recognising a drinker in the other, we had already spent some time together in various pubs. As most men will, he and I had occasionally discussed sex when we'd had a few too many; but unless he had drunk quite a lot, he was usually quite reticent about opening up. During one of our conversations however, he had mentioned how shy he really was and that he probably drank too much in trying to overcome it. He had gradually elaborated and it was then that he explained how his problem extended to often being wary of making advances to women, in case they said 'No'. This, he said, was because any rebuttal threw him completely off his track and he never quite knew what to do or say next without looking silly. I had found the open honesty of his approach rather endearing and indeed, that very honesty was the foundation of a friendship and trust that lasts to this day. Maggie had been seated next to Phil at the subsequent supper that evening. As she sat down, she reached her arms back to pull the chair in and her breasts had forced open two buttons at the front of her white cheesecloth shirt. I had looked over to see if she was settled comfortably and noticed Phil on the other side of her, his eyes staring intently at the deep cleavage caused by what I knew to be an uplifting and very small black bra'. I noticed that her earlier movement had also left one of her nipples half exposed. He was therefore able to gaze at the greater part of her breasts for some time and had already begun to surreptitiously run the tips of his fingers over what looked like quite a large length between his legs, before she fully realised what had happened. When she saw how much of her body she was exposing to him, she quickly fastened the buttons and on looking up at him to apologise, their eyes had met. To my surprise, they had locked on to each other for a good few seconds before eventually they looked away, both of them slightly blushing. For reasons I did not quite understand at the time, I felt a frisson of sexual excitement and realised that my own cock had hardened sufficiently to force me into making adjustments in order to get comfortable in my seat. Later that night, she and I found ourselves discussing Phil and his new job; and during our conversation she asked occasional questions about him - but would look away whenever her questioning got too obvious. Eventually, I laughingly posed a question myself, which made her colour up immediately, 'You fancy Phil or something darling? You certainly ask enough questions about him' My query was almost rhetorical but quite a silence followed before eventually a lock of hair fell over her eyes and looking upwards through it, she drawled, 'No ...... not really .... what on earth makes you think that?' There was a slight hesitation before she went on, 'Well ..... at least, I don't think I do'. After that partial admission, she thought for a minute or so more and I forbore to make any response because I found myself trembling with sudden excited anticipation. There was thus an uneasy silence before she continued, 'Then again, what if I did? It's not a crime to window shop is it darling?' and then as an afterthought, '..... or do you mind?' The question came out slowly, almost as a challenge. 'No, of course I don't my love'. I could think of nothing else to say and my response was somewhat nervous, as if I was over-reacting and expected her to say that she loved him and we were all over. As if she hadn't heard me, she went on, I mean, I like window shopping ... same as you do. There's no harm in it'. 'Ah yes,' I responded sensibly at last, if a little shakily, 'But looking's one thing .... and I reckon it's a bit more than that my old lovely. Whether you know it or not, you're showing far too much interest for simple window shopping'. There was a sudden air of anticipation between us and a further silence ensued while she deliberated. Then flushing bright red and looking straight into my face, she took an unexpectedly direct line, 'He's quite good looking isn't he darling. But then again, I suppose looks aren't everything, are they?' Then she tried to sound flippant and off-hand with the follow-up question - as if it was an everyday query. But she really didn't succeed, 'Has he got a big prick?' I was completely taken aback by her lewd directness and more than a little surprised to experience a sudden thrill, which passed swiftly once I offered a throw-away reactive answer that came out perhaps a little more sharply than I had intended, 'How the fuck should I know darling, I've never seen it'. Although I'd not actually seen his cock at the time, I had noticed its outline growing very fast in his trousers when he'd accidentally seen most of her tits earlier that evening; and I suspected it was pretty much larger than average. But I wasn't about to tell her that. Later that night, while talking in bed with the light off, our conversation gradually turned once more to Phil - but this time her sleepy questioning was restricted to vague enquiries about his job and whether I thought he'd turn out well and be an asset to the firm. At the time I didn't understand why I felt so comfortable talking about another guy like that with my wife but I couldn't help noticing an air of sexual anticipation creeping in yet again as she reached down absent-mindedly to play with me. I was intrigued to see how far she'd go with this new-found interest and teased her, 'I don't reckon you want to know so much about his performance at work my darling, as the performance and size of his dick! You really are quite a naughty little girl aren't you?' 'No, not at all' she responded a little too quickly, squeezing my cock quite hard; but then admitted as an afterthought, 'Although, thinking about it ..... er .... yeah ..... it is quite a nice thought I suppose.' Another brief silence while she gauged my reaction and then, 'Well darling, what is it like? You must have seen it by now . ... you know, in the loo, or something'. 'Absolutely not my old lovely.' Sorry to disappoint you; but as I said before, I can't help. I've never seen it and it's not really my scene to go around looking at other blokes' gear in the loo. Not quite the done thing ...... but I'll enquire if you like. Perhaps you'd like me to ask him 'Please Phil, can Maggie have a photo of your cock? She wants to know how big it is'. How would that do?' She realised I was teasing and that I was only likely to get worse. The subject was therefore abandoned for the while. Then a number of weeks later, just before we got married, someone told her about the hooker at my stag night. It seemed Maggie had heard exactly what the girl had done with Phil in front of all the lads. My normally shy little lady unashamedly asked me if it was true what she'd been told. I asked her what she meant and the response was direct, 'You know darling .... that he's got a big one and seems to know how to use it?' For a few seconds there was silence, during which even she looked marginally abashed at the tone of her remark. Then she backed down a little, 'Well, er .... you know. Er .... well there must be some truth in it all darling because .... well, I did actually wonder why he'd been christened Superstud!' The truth was that I'd been far too drunk to remember much about the evening at all. I had a vague recollection that the girl had screwed Phil in the middle of the bar floor and that he'd somehow kept going for some appreciable time. Apparently (as I discovered later), this was much to the joint envy of about 38 other blokes and seemingly to one a lot more drunk than the rest - me! Maggie continued to dig away until eventually out of wickedness I made up a story and told her that I'd been holding out on her and that yes, I had actually seen it. Yes, it was the most super cock ever, it was bloody big and she'd love it too. She was fairly certain I was fooling about but obviously wasn't absolutely sure. Yet she appeared sufficiently interested that she wanted to believe what I had just said. 'God darling, really? Is it honestly that big?' But my imagination was at an end on the particular topic of Phil's unknown penile type and dimensions; and I refused to answer any more of her questions. Yet the seeds of fantasy had now been sown in my mind and I found them exciting. Looking back a few years later, I can understand why I eventually came to be so excited at first the fantasy, and then the event, of sharing her with Phil. Yet at the time, it was with exciting wonderment that I slowly discovered this other side to my sexuality. I had often read about men who love their wives to screw with others - both individual and multiple partners; both black and white; both in public and in private. Some like to use the web to meet strangers with whom they can share their pleasure, whilst others seek out strangers in bars, cinemas, theatres and restaurants. Some love the submission of the true cuckold, whilst others lean towards screwing with their relatives or neighbours. I have no complaint with any of this and there's a great deal of genuine excitement involved for those who indulge these various 'kinks'; but it's not the way I personally have found most excitement. Not for me is the 'Wham-bang-thank-you-Ma'am' approach which suits some people; or indeed, the impersonality of their wives having sex with various strangers - which is favoured by so many. I have always preferred another route when philandering on my own account - that slow and delightful thrill of playing the oldest game in the world, which offers an indescribably erotic excitement in the pleasure of the chase. An eye contact at first, which is favourably received in a returned glance which hovers for just a second or two longer than it should - and in so doing, indicates the dawning of an interest that demands development. I always find it strange that however much we may love or be turned on by our girl friends, wives or lovers, there will always be someone, somewhere, who can excite a new interest - that thrilling extra-curricular interest which feels all the more enticing for its very illicitness. When we submit to the temptation, a more than usually strong chemistry develops and unless one or other is strong-willed enough to be 'sensible' by resisting it, matters will inevitably and excitingly progress. Since the beginning of my relationship with Maggie, I had experienced it more than once with other women. The ball starts rolling with the odd look or enticing body language and the game is on; for if the girl responds, a thrill like no other begins to take over. How She Succumbed Ch. 02 As mentioned in Part 1, this story is largely true; but with names changed for obvious reasons. I hope that this part and the subsequent Part 3 will be enjoyed. I thank very much those who have taken the trouble to express either their appreciation or their sensible criticism relating to Part 1. Your remarks have been taken on board, have been carefully considered and are very much appreciated. I have taken the advice of a fellow contributor to Literotica, who himself kindly took the time to read Part 1 and comment on it. He also offered sensible suggestions relating to my earlier remarks about a certain type of 'critic' - the one who submits gratuitous castigation or insult without any sensible attempt at constructive suggestion. As a result, I propose to delete any such 'offerings', particularly the ones which express intolerance of those whose choices do not concur with their own -- together with the few whom I consider to be gratuitously insulting. -------------------------------- Some months later, I rang home before going into a late meeting at work. I asked Maggie to pass on my apologies to Phil when he called around to the house shortly - I'd forgotten that I had arranged to meet him there to discuss various matters to be dealt with during my impending week-long absence from the office. I felt bad that I would be late and would have to keep him waiting. She assured me that it really wouldn't matter if I were behind time, since she'd entertain him until I came home. I could just discern from her voice that she'd had an early evening drink and fleetingly thought she might perhaps have had sufficient to let down her inhibitions. Like a guilty schoolgirl, she played down any suspicions I might have had as she hesitantly explained that she really wanted more time to chat with Phil. She wanted to get to know him better away from the work environment - to see how he felt about his role in the office and to generally sound him out. She thought he would open up more if I wasn't there. My imagination ran riot and I surprised myself at how immediately I was turned on; just the same as when we occasionally fantasised together in bed. 'Sounds like you'll probably be an hour or so yet anyway darling - so really, don't worry about us. I'll explain everything to Phil". I reluctantly went on to the meeting and although wanting to dwell on what might happen at the house during my absence, I had to concentrate on business in hand and the thought was forced from my mind. In the event, I finished a little earlier than expected. Immediately after I had left the meeting and was driving home, my mind once more wondered about the situation. Would Phil really dare trying to seduce my haughty little wife? Whilst the thought certainly turned me on, I was far from decided on how I would feel about the possible threat to my marriage. That is, until walking around the path from our barn and on to the lawn, I noticed through the partially open living room curtains that they were sitting opposite each other on the floor, cross-legged in front of the fire and about four feet apart. They were both fully dressed and from their laughing demeanour, they seemed to have been involved in light conversation for some time. Surprisingly, my only immediate reaction was one of mild disappointment that nothing appeared to have happened. Equally, it was obvious that neither of them had heard my car in the drive. Unaccountably, I felt a frisson of anticipation and wanted to see more; but the angle through the window was too difficult to make out any detail. Noticing that the window on another wall was likely to offer a better view, I surreptitiously crept around the house with little shame and stood where I could see to advantage. The window was open at the top and its curtains only partially closed; so once in place, I found that I could not only see better but could also hear their conversation against the still of the evening. From my new position I could see them sitting side on to me and Phil was staring at Maggie, a slight flush rising up his neck. She was returning Phil's gaze with a quizzical look, her head on one side and the merest vestige of a sexy grin on her face. Her mouth was slightly open and in between puffing distractedly at a cigarette, she periodically flicked the end of her tongue nervously across her lips. I noticed a spiral of smoke rising from the ashtray, where Phil's cigarette had obviously been burning away un-attended for some time. She was in a pair of hipster jeans; and wearing a thin Cashmere jumper that showed off the shape of her breasts beautifully. Despite the protective layer of black bra' beneath, the outlines of her hardened nipples were standing out deliciously against the material, . She was obviously aroused over something; and sitting on the floor like that in front of Phil, she looked so sexy and vulnerable that it took all my will power not to charge in and tear the clothes off her myself. After a while, he seemed to pluck up sufficient courage to say whatever he had been thinking. He stiffened slightly and without shifting his stare, said quietly but very firmly, "Put your cigarette down Maggie". Surprisingly, she did so and as she turned back to face him, his arms reached out towards her. I could just hear him as he whispered, ''Come over here'. His face was now very flushed. The moment of truth. She coloured up too; but did not move initially; and I could sense her indecision. He beckoned again gently with upturned palms and his hands were trembling. After a second or so, she slid a few inches across the floor towards him, until his outstretched hands came into contact with the bottom of her jumper. She continued to smile questioningly through her eyebrows at him and his determined stare never strayed from her face. He leaned forwards cautiously. He was obviously intent on kissing her but I suspect that at the last moment, he was intimidated by the thought of who she was. He drew back slightly, saying hesitantly by way of explanation, "No .... I can't ........... I can't really risk that - not with my mate's wife". There was silence for a moment or two and then I thrilled to see Maggie imperceptibly tilt her face up in encouragement. He leant forward again and their mouths nudged at each other. She closed her eyes with a slight shudder as Phil's tongue tentatively bridged the tiny gap between them; and then gently pushed forward to explore her lips for a full minute or so, his tongue caressing their softness and occasionally slipping deeper between them. Suddenly, he lost control and with a moan, crushed his mouth hard against hers, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth. Almost not breathing, I saw her accept his thrusting without any obvious reaction; until suddenly she started responding. Her tongue pushed his out of her mouth and then, as if suddenly changing its mind, rubbed sexily up and down against his and they began to duel sexily with each other. As their tongues danced in erotic exploration, one of Phil's arms moved gently around her shoulder while the other reached down to nudge at the bottom of her jumper, obviously trying to draw it upwards. To my initial disappointment, Maggie stopped him and I thought that just kissing my wife would be the extent she would allow of his seduction. But I had under-estimated the depth of my lovely wife's arousal and as she pulled back slightly to look into his face again, I noticed her own hand feeling its way down to the hem of the jumper. I know my little wife when she is randy and the look she was giving him indicated full arousal. When in a similar state with me, she frequently becomes too impatient for a measured seduction and a natural exhibitionism takes over. At such times she will speed events up by taking her own kit off - rather than just succumbing to my gradual removal of her clothes. On this occasion I thought she was going to do the same thing and remove the jumper herself - thus depriving Phil of the pleasure of undressing her (and me of watching him do it). I was in an absolute state. Incredibly aroused by the sight of my beautiful and loving little wife at last seemingly keen to allow Phil the vision of her obviously blushing nudity, I found myself desperately willing matters to go further. I had an enormous erection and was on the point of coming without touching myself. On the other hand, I still retained doubt and insecurity. Although we had often discussed the fantasy of Maggie allowing herself to be seduced by someone else, it had thus far been only a bedroom fantasy. This was the first time things had got so far - and the reality might be something quite different. I was excited by what they were doing, yet stil fearful of the possible outcome if they went all the way. Not enough though, it seemed, to stop me willingly continue to witness what happened next. Perhaps through shyness, she did not actually remove her jumper. Instead, and with a dexterity bred of lazy habit, she wriggled about for a few seconds and eventually removed her bra' through one sleeve. She then knelt back to look at Phil and was still staring hard into his eyes as he leant forward in answer to her unspoken invitation and reached his hands out to touch the thin soft wool covering her breasts. For a moment he made no further move as she held her breath and they continued to stare hard at each other, oblivious to all else. He laughed nervously and looked closely at her - then leant back as if undecided how far he could go. He mumbled something to her with a grin; but I couldn't hear what it was. Maggie's face was twitching slightly with excitement and she looked about to come to some decision, just as Phil reached out his arms to her again and beckoned. Maggie shifted slowly forward again, still staring determinedly into Phil's eyes - as if trying to mesmerise him. She trembled slightly when his fingers reached out to touch the end of her breasts through the thin jumper. He gently squeezed them both and then his fingertips rubbed each of her nipples until their outline stood out hard against the thin material. Moving his hands downwards, he slid them under the hem of her clothing and touched the naked flesh of her tummy. She was looking so sexy that I knew he was unable to stop now; and having let things go this far, I too was past the point of no return and there was no way I could any longer interrupt them. Maggie half closed her eyes with a sigh when Phil's finger tips slipped completely out of sight under the jumper and began to gradually massage their way up the front of her body, smoothing her skin in gentle rotations. A sudden little gasp and I thrilled to see their outline as he touched the naked underside of my wife's breasts. She held her breath again and they continued to stare hard at each other, oblivious to all else. Phil's hands were noticeably shaking as he gauged her reaction and then seeing only her growing excitement, he reached upwards and held her naked tits for the first time. Despite the covering of her jumper, I could discern the movement of his hands as they cupped her breasts - exploring their softness and simultaneously rotating his thumbs over her nipples. At this intimate caress she gave another little gasp and began to breathe more heavily. He moved his elbows outwards and lowered his gaze as the movement pulled the jumper away from her body; and as he lifted up his angled arms, he exposed the end of her breasts to all of our view. I heard him catch his breath when he saw them and he reached forward to whisper excitement in her ear. She flushed slightly at whatever he said but after further whispered entreaties, he reached down purposefully with both hands and pulled the jumper up and over her head. She took over and cast it to one side - the movement thrusting her breasts once again into his willing hands. From habit, she shook her head to free herself of the garment and her long hair swirled around her shoulders and down across her chest. For a second or two she sat still, with Phil's hands now hidden beneath the hanging auburn tresses. Then she reached her fingers up to the centre of her forehead; and in a sexy gesture, parted the hair away from her face like the opening of a theatre curtain. The full extent of her exposure now became obvious as her gorgeous breasts came into our view, one resting on each of Phil's up-turned hands. Nervously, she moved his hands and sat back to allow him full view of her nakedness, as if gauging his reaction. A deep embarrassed flush was spreading upwards again from her neck. Phil stared at her. Like me, he was shaking with excitement; but neither of them knew of my presence. He reached out one hand and ran its trembling finger ends once more across the rounded flesh. Her breasts quivered at his touch, their soft whiteness contrasting with the remainder of her sun-tanned body. The familiar ends of those gorgeous orbs were now irreversibly open to another man's gaze and I found myself shaking almost uncontrollably with the illicit sexiness of it all. I felt somehow that I should stop anything further happening but my lust at her exposure was such that I no longer had that control. Mesmerised, Phil continued to devour the beautiful sight inches from his eyes and as every second went by, I realised just how much I now really wanted them to go further. Eventually, he managed to whisper, 'God Maggie, they're absolutely gorgeous. You're absolutely gorgeous. I want you'. He leaned forwards very slowly and I watched Maggie's wide pink areola pucker tightly in anticipation as her hardened nipples seemed to thrust towards his approaching mouth. Almost imperceptibly, she pulled her shoulders back, so that they stood out in proud invitation. His tongue reached out to gently lick her right nipple and she yielded to his touch with a sigh of pleasure. As he opened his mouth to suck its delicious end in with his lips, her eyes closed and she whimpered softly, one arm reaching out to pull his head close to her naked chest. For a while, she let his tongue tease her; but then the fingers of her free hand began to slowly rotate around the end of her own other nipple. When eventually his mouth nudged her fingers away and his lips moved to caress its end, I just had time to see how puckered and wet the other had become, before he took it between thumb and forefinger and gently rolled and pulled at it until she whimpered again in mounting excitement. As his mouth continued its stimulation of her nipples, his hands moved downwards and began to explore every inch of her upper nakedness, until at last they reached further down and began to fumble at the wide belt around her waist. Maggie pulled back slightly to give him better access and he looped the free end of her belt away to release it from the buckle. Another flick and the belt was free. He undid the top button of her jeans and eased down the zip just enough to enable his hand to slip under the waistband. I saw her draw in her tummy slightly to allow his fingers to spread out beneath her panties and thrust downwards towards her sex. With her eyes closed in pleasure, she quivered slightly and then instinctively clenched her thighs together as his fingers found her pussy. He was leaning forward to make another move when a car braked hard on the road outside and drove into our gravelled drive the other side of the house. It stopped with lights on and engine running. They heard its arrival and must have thought it was me, for with no time to dress properly, Maggie thrust her black bra' beneath the sofa, quickly pulled her jumper on over her head and straightened herself out. Both of them then jumped back into separate chairs and sat there looking flushed. Phil folded his hands in his lap to hide a huge erection. In the event, nobody knocked at the door; but I heard our letter-box bang shut as the driver delivered something and then the car drove out and away. Phil and Maggie giggled conspiratorially and remained where they were for a minute or two like naughty schoolchildren, discussing what they'd have said if it had been me. Eventually to my disappointment, Maggie suggested it might be a good idea if they calmed down a little now and she got up to fetch them both a drink. I could see Phil watching her un-fettered breasts sway sexily beneath her jumper as she walked across the room, their aroused nipples standing out in hard points against the soft wool. As she was going out of the door, she looked back and said with a grin, "I'd better be careful of this jumper Phil, its rough enough to feel good where it shouldn't feel good ...... and I'm supposed to be calming down!" As soon as she had gone Phil reached over to his jacket on the sofa and pulled a small packet from an inside pocket. Opening the envelope, he drew out a number of photographs and began to look through them. From where I was standing, I could see they were prints of the negatives he'd found in the office some while before. He carefully selected one; which he kept out after putting the others away. It was the last one I had taken that evening and was my favourite picture of her. She was lying completely naked on a bean bag, with her breasts fully exposed and legs wantonly spread apart, so that her sex was wide open towards the camera. Phil held it with one hand in his lap, staring closely at its image. His other hand slid beneath - its index finger gently stroking the swelling which I could see getting bigger under his trousers. The door opened and Maggie came in, still smiling conspiratorially, "Here you are then Phil -- one bloody great gin and tonic .... with ice. Get that down you and you'll feel a little better". She passed the glass to him, sat down in the chair opposite and began to sip at her own drink. Only then did she notice the photo and his hands. "What's that then?" she asked, indicating the square of white card. "Wouldn't you like to know" he challenged with a smile; and resumed his examination of the picture, looking up once or twice to stare pointedly at Maggie and then back to the picture again. His index finger continued to slowly caress the outline of his prick and when he lifted the photo to look more closely at it, she obviously noticed what he had been doing underneath. She began to colour up again and shakily, put down her drink on the side table. "Oh my gosh,' she said, going even redder, 'that's one of those photographs Peter took, isn't it. I didn't know anyone else had any copies". There was no question in her voice now - just statement of fact. "Yep,' said Phil, 'It certainly is". He also coloured up slightly and continued, "Do you know Maggie, I'd longed to see you without clothes on, ever since I first met you; but I knew it was never likely to happen, what with you being married and everything; but the fantasy was there. Then one afternoon Peter left the negatives in the darkroom when a client came to see him in the office; and I noticed them on the bench while he was out. I just couldn't believe it. There in my hand were negatives of the sexiest lady I know; someone I'd been dying to see without any clothes on .... now completely naked and showing off all her glory. I really couldn't believe my luck. Before Peter came back to the darkroom I made a set of prints for myself, so I could examine you at my leisure whenever I wanted' He reached out a hand, '.... here, have a look at this one". Maggie took the photo and looked down at it. Her breathing became faster and her hand was beginning to shake as she examined the image. After a few seconds, and to my amazement, she did not keep the photo, or try to destroy it; but just passed it back to Phil with an embarrassed attempt at flippancy, How She Succumbed Ch. 02 "Not one of me at my best". Phil took out his wallet again and carefully restored the picture into the middle of his collection. Looking at the contents of his wallet, a strange look came on her face and she whispered, "Oh my godfathers, have you got copies of all of them? I thought it was just the one". Phil chuckled wickedly. "I'm afraid not - I've got the whole collection here and boy, are they something. It wouldn't be the first time I've had them out and been staring at your hard nipples when I've given myself a good seeing to". Maggie squirmed in her seat. But was it randiness or embarrassment? I soon found out. She asked hesitantly - almost in a whisper, "Has anyone else seen them?" Phil made no reply for a moment or two; then, "Would it worry you if they had?" He responded very quietly and held his breath, waiting for her answer. "Well .... yes .... of course .... I .... I think ..... well, yes, of course it would" She sounded as if she were trying to convince herself, before expanding, "I can't have just anyone seeing me naked, can I?". There was an emphasis on the anyone, as if she had accepted that Phil was now different. "Are you sure?" he said uncertainly. "I think so. Yes. Absolutely". She looked at him quizzically, "Why do you ask?" "Oh hell Maggie, I'm really sorry .... and now I feel bad about this - but OK, yes .. they have been seen by a couple of my friends. No one from round here or anything but you know, people from round my home .... and a couple of blokes I do business with. I've never let on who you are or anything though". He looked rather worried; but then as if to justify what he'd done, "They reckon you look fucking fantastic with clothes and without clothes. They really pushed to find out where you come from; but I wouldn't say. They wanted to meet you but I told them I wanted you for myself .... but I said they could look". He gazed at her for a moment, then continued, "And I really do want you Maggie. Now I've seen and touched part of you in the flesh, I want to take off all your clothes now - to see all of you - completely naked". He sounded unquestioningly confident of her agreement with his intentions; but she ignored his remark - instead asking tremulously, "Has Claire seen them?" This time it was his turn to blush, as he realised she must know of his liaison with my PA. A second or two later though and he re-captured the advantage. "I'm really sorry if you mind .... but yes, I did show them to her one night when we'd had more than a few drinks. She wanted copies and I agreed at the time to make her some. Then when I'd sobered up the following day, I wouldn't let her have another look when she asked me; and I refused to make any copies for her. She got really pissed off at me and said I'd showed her the night before and why not now?" Maggie seemed not to be able to help herself as she almost whispered breathlessly, "And why wouldn't you then?" "I just though it wouldn't be very nice. She swings both ways and obviously had the hots for you; and .... well, I just thought no, why should I help her, I'm the one who really wants you Maggie, even if your old man is my friend." Phil reflected for a moment and then added, "I don't care what Claire wants at the moment. I know I want you .... " He thought for a second or two; and then with a lop-sided grin, went on, "but then again, it might be quite interesting later though, mightn't it .... it could be quite kinky really couldn't it .... that is, if you didn't mind?". He laughed nervously to himself and looked closely at my little wife, whose breathing rate had now increased considerably. Her face was twitching slightly with excitement and she looked about to come to some decision. Phil reached out his arms to her again and beckoned. But Maggie had made her own decision and was now the one in control. Almost as if trying to mesmerise him, my wife moved slowly towards Phil, again staring determinedly into his eyes and sexily running her tongue around her lips. She reached her hands down to grasp the hem of her jumper and tantalisingly slowly, pulled it upwards and over her head, once more exposing to him the two beautiful soft mounds of her white breasts, topped with hard brown nipples. Her eyes remained locked on his. Seeing her half dressed topless state, my own cock sprang immediately back to life and I reached down to touch myself. There's little more sexy than to see your wife with her tits bared in front of a friend, part clothed with her jeans still on. I watched fascinated as his hands reached out to cup the white softness and draw her towards him. Then one hand moved down to her belt and loosened it. The button came undone and with a swift movement, he undid the zip and again manipulated his hand down the inside of her panties. Quite roughly, he thrust upwards against her naked sex and with the other hand, worked her jeans over her hips, until gravity took them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and then took the initiative back by reaching a hand forward to cup the bulge in the front of his trousers. She closed her fingers along the length of his cock and began to gently rub him through the material. They were both breathing very fast and heavily. Maggie began whispering provocatively, "Your cock feels really lovely Phil ... it feels as if its quite long. Come here, I want you, I want you now .... Oh please, come on, I want to feel you inside me now .... please now". With a low moan, he pulled back from her and hooking his fingers in her panties, lowered them down to her ankles and buried his face in her sex as he crouched down, trying to pull them off the foot she raised to help him. Maggie dropped to the floor as soon as his tongue found her clitoris and she clutched his head tightly, so that he had to go down to the floor with her. They moved to lie alongside each other and Maggie twisted round to fiddle with his waist fastenings. Now she'd started, she went for it properly! "Come on Phil, move over a bit, I want to see that cock. I want to see what you've got in there. Come on, move over. I can't get at it, I want to see your cock ....I'm dying to see what your cock's like". She was completely lost in lust now. The waistband came loose and she pulled his trousers and boxers down his legs until he could work them off with his feet. Her hand went immediately under his shirt flap and I saw her fumble for a second until with a gasp, she pulled his cock free at its base - the end thrusting out beyond her fingers and rubbing against her naked stomach. Her other hand reached down and circled the dark bulbous head and her fingers began to feel along its length. I was shaking like a jelly. Here I was, watching a friend of mine being played with by my normally slightly stand-offish little wife, who was now exclaiming away in her lust; exploring another man's cock for the first time since we'd been married. "Oh Phil, that's a fucking gorgeous cock -- just feel the size of it .... what a lovely big head it's got. Oh it's really nice, oooh yes .... Mmmmm" Her face disappeared into his crotch to quickly kiss the large head and I could just hear her saying, "I'm going to suck you Phil. Do you hear that .... I'm going to suck your cock and lick the head all over with my tongue. You don't mind, do you Phil?". Suddenly, I found I couldn't handle it. Although unbelievably randy, I just couldn't actually let it happen - too many fucking inhibitions. I ran back across the lawn to the barn and started my car. I drove it round to the drive and made quite a noise getting out. I gave them a few minutes before I went into the house and on entering the sitting room, I found them both sitting in separate places, smoking nervously. Shortly afterwards, Phil politely turned down coffee or a drink and went home. Later that evening, under my insistence that I had no problem if she'd been naughty Maggie at last relaxed and opened up. She told me that they'd just begun to get things going. She'd taken her jeans right off and they'd lain down on the floor together in front of the fire. Phil had just managed to get his cock out - but hadn't put it in her properly, when they heard my car in the drive and had both leapt up quickly to re-dress. She'd only just had a chance to feel what his cock was like with her hand; and she laughingly asked, 'Why couldn't you have been a bit longer .... why did you spoil all our fun!!? Now it was in the open and for some time, our love-making was liberally seasoned with thoughts of what had happened and what might have been - neither of us realising that some months later ......................... © Peter Simpson 2006. How She Succumbed Ch. 03 This is the final part of the story about my wife Maggie and our close friend, Phil; and I hope that those of you who share this particular sexual variation will enjoy it. I'm sorry for the delay but various work commitments have taken up a lot of my time lately. No doubt the usual 'Anonymouses of USA' and their kind will record their habitual displeasure at other people' pleasure but then I suppose that's just part of their insecurity. In any event, I have learnt to become indifferent to their excitable malevolency and now just find such vehemence vaguely amusing. Constructive criticism however, whether anonymous or otherwise, is a different thing altogether and I welcome it - simply because I'm not a perfect writer and other peoples' constructive remarks are helpful to me. I believe the aim of this site is to provide a forum to those of us who enjoy a variety of different sexual activities. Obviously, 'one person's meat may be another person's poison' so to speak. However, I believe we should all be tolerant of those whose choices may be different from our own - after all, nobody forced these anonymous diehards to access a site which is so open about its function and certainly nobody forced them to read any of the submissions it contains. ------------------------------------------- Phil and I came home for coffee one afternoon, having first had a few drinks and then enjoying lunch together. We were in my living room talking about everything from earwigs to train wheels - and quite a lot of our chat revolved around an earlier conversation in the restaurant, when we'd been discussing the physical attractions of my pretty wife Maggie. Coincidently, the much admired subject of our discussion came home shortly afterwards, having lunched with her mother. I think all of us were a little worse for wear - Phil and I somewhat more so than Maggie - but none of us completely with it. I went to get my wife a cup of sober-up coffee and it wasn't until I came back into the room that I became aware the hi-fi had been put on and was playing quietly in the background. Not only was there music playing but the curtains had been drawn on all three walls, thus shutting the room off from both our garden and the private lane leading down the side of our house. I said nothing but felt an inexplicable sexual thrill at the conversion of our sitting room into a private cocoon in the middle of a summer's afternoon. Phil was just settling back into a deep armchair with a smug look on his face, so I assumed he had been the one to close the room off to the outside. He sat with his back to the window and lowering myself down onto the sofa facing him, I was about to say something truly fatuous, when Maggie quietly rose from her seat with a slight smile and began slowly dancing in front of us. Although she was acting drunk and had obviously had quite a lot of alcohol during her lunchtime, it was clear to me that she was nowhere near as inebriated as she made out. The music was quite low but it nonetheless seemed to get her going. As she danced in time with the slow beat, she gyrated wantonly, a half smile growing on her face as she jokingly thrust her chest out each time she turned towards either of us. Once when dancing around to face Phil, her elbow movements indicated that she was smoothing her hands down over the front of her thin white top. She pressed her breasts flat against her chest and then spread her hands down across her tummy - ever downwards, until I could sense her fingers meeting at her crotch. She turned to face me and winked suggestively as she gently pushed her hand against the front of the cheongsam she was wearing, and then slowly rotated it, massaging her pussy. Beyond her Phil couldn't take his eyes away from her body and there was a slowly growing bulge in the front of his trousers. He reached down to touch it - surreptitiously at first and then with growing lack of caution, as his fingertips brushed softly over the front of his crotch. He didn't stop when Maggie turned back to face him and didn't appear in the least concerned that she might see what he was doing. 'Go on Maggie ....' he said suddenly with unexpected boldness, instantly flushing up as he tried to make a joke of it, 'Get your top off!' Then escalating his thoughts, he went on, 'Dare you to get everything off!' Maggie smilingly pouted at him and shook her head, blowing him a kiss - and turned back toward me. I knew he'd seen a whole series of nude photos of her some while before; and the thought that he'd already enjoyed the sight of my randy little wife's naked body only added to my mood. I also knew Maggie was aware that he'd seen them and that he must therefore have been wholly familiar with every inch of her nakedness. On top of that, I recalled the vision of what had nearly happened one evening last year and it all suddenly got to me. I began to shake slightly and felt a hard coming on. This was no longer just some innocent mucking about. With her back towards me I could see Maggie's elbows now moving again as she started to undo her shirt buttons in front of Phil. I was already getting out of my chair (again uncertain and perhaps still half intending to stop her going further); but when she turned around again, I saw that only three buttons had been undone - low enough to tantalise but not low enough to expose anything significant to Phil. Nonetheless, when she turned fully towards me I noticed that her breasts were swelling deliciously white from an amazingly inadequate black bra; and also how sexily they contrasted with the tan outside her bikini line. I looked at Phil. His eyes were glued to her swaying hips, occasionally looking upwards, as if hoping for another look at her cleavage whenever she turned around to face him again. The music was near the end of the record and we told her to put on something more appropriate when it finished - Phil asked if we'd got 'The Stripper'. 'We really want you to get all your clothes off' he said unnecessarily; and now I enthusiastically agreed, 'Yeah, go on darling, I dare her .... do what he says .... take 'em all off! Or if you're not prepared to do that, at least you could dance topless for us! Encouraged by my support, Phil implored her with his eyes to strip. This time she was the one to flush up and her response was to turn around, undo another shirt button and pout at me challengingly. She was being amazingly provocative now and I saw the edge of a nipple sticking out when one of her fingers pulled down the front of her bra. I was just about to say something about it, when the record finished and she turned away from us to change it behind my sofa As she did so, Phil got up from his chair and held out an open wallet towards me. With a sudden thrill I noticed a picture of my wife slotted into the clear identity window, completely nude. It was a copy of one of the pictures I had taken some while before and I realised he must have developed a set of his own prints. The photo was placed in such a prominent position in his wallet that he would have had to be very careful whenever he opened it, lest anyone standing nearby could have seen her image -- perhaps he didn't hide it though, and perhaps he'd 'inadvertently' let many others see her beautiful nakedness. The thought was exciting and my hand went straight down to grip my cock; but as soon as he noticed the movement, Phil whipped the photo away with a smirk. Sitting down again, he put the wallet firmly back in his pocket, then smiled knowingly at me - fully aware of what he'd done to my libido. It was the last straw of my resistance gone. The music started again and Maggie turned back towards us. I told her again to get her top off; still jokingly but this time with an undertone of determination. She grinned at me with her head on one side; and just for a moment, I thought she might actually comply; but then she sat down on the floor behind me, where she was mostly hidden from Phil by the furniture. I looked over the back of my sofa just in time to see her hands reach up under her shirt. She pulled her bra' straps off her shoulders and with that clever way women have, took it off underneath the shirt and drew it out through one sleeve without exposing anything. But through the thinness of her shirt the dark outline of her nipples could be seen pressing against the white material and I encouraged her with my eyes to take more off; but she wouldn't. I had surreptitiously beckoned behind me for Phil to come over and watch; but by the time he did so, she had already got up, her breasts jiggling under the material of her top. They were so obviously un-fettered and looked oh, so sexily swaying beneath the thin cotton. She danced round from behind the sofa and started to undo the remaining buttons. Facing towards me, she pulled the shirt wide apart and flashed me. Her breasts stood out white against her tan and looked gorgeous. Her nipples were huge, puckered and dark with excitement. I told her to dance in front of Phil so he could see as well; but just as she turned around, she closed the shirt together with crossed hands and just pouted sexily in front of him, swaying her hips in time with the music. It was too much for me. I closed my eyes and had a mental vision of what she would look like partially dressed, her shirt stripped off and her panties showing through the long front split of that cheongsam. The thought of Phil seeing her topless like that was almost too much; but when I looked at her again as she started dancing, she had done up all the buttons until there was no more cleavage showing. I lunged towards her, grabbing an arm and pulling her down on to my knee. 'I've had enough of all this;' I said laughingly, pinning her under one arm. 'Come over here Phil. I'll hold her down - you get her shirt off'. I was amazed by my words but the excitement was taking over. As I reached down to immobilise her arms by her side, I sensed a lack of positive resistance to my restraint; and although she did make a show of struggling to escape, I think she was too excited to make more than a token effort. 'For heaven's sake don't Peter - oh you rotten sod -- no. You can't do this to me!' She was struggling with perhaps just a seventy-five percent effort to free herself against my hold and she continued protesting, 'Darling, for heavens sake, I haven't got anything on under this shirt. I took my bra' off and everything - remember?' I looked down at her wriggling form and noticed that despite her protestations, she was still laughing in horse-play. 'Don't be silly Maggie, that's exactly why we're going to get your top off. Ever since you started dancing, Phil's been dying to see what's under your sexy white shirt, haven't you Phil.' The question was rhetorical because Phil, immediately taking me at my word, had pulled himself out of the armchair and was already diving over towards the sofa with a lusty grin on his face. He'd been longing for a chance like this and wasn't likely to let it pass without at least trying to take advantage of it. Maggie pulled back in mock horror, 'Oh no ..... no you don't'. Laughingly at first, as if she didn't think we'd actually go through with it; but then as Phil took hold of the front of her shirt, a little panic edged into her voice, 'No .... please Peter .... Darling! No .... you're not to let him do that. No Phil, absolutely not .... no. I won't allow you .... oh no .... he really musn't do that..... please don't'. Phil pulled her shirt from the waistband of her skirt, and one of her hands slipped out from my grip as she tried to pull the shirt down; but I took hold of her arm again and held it. She now started to struggle in earnest; but was still laughing. I pinned her slightly lower down, to give Phil access to her shirt buttons and even as I did so, his fingers had already undone the top one. She tried to pull her hand away again in order to close the increasing gap but her own wrenching movement actually pulled open the next two buttons in one go. We immediately saw deep cleavage and a little of her left breast. I thought I could just see the edge of a nipple - perhaps not. As his fingers continued to open buttons, Phil undid the shirt right down to her waist and then theatrically draw apart the two flaps of material to completely expose her breasts. 'Ooh Maggie, you're absolutely bloody gorgeous' I heard him mutter as he stared at the result of his efforts. His excited reaction prompted her to also look down at herself and blush at seeing just how much she was exposed. Her deep brown nipples and areola had hardened into puckered buttons of enticing sensuality and I moved one hand from restraining her arms, in order to cup her right breast and roll its nipple between my thumb and first finger. It was hard and sensuous; and as I caressed it, Phil lowered his head to take the other one in his mouth with surprising gentleness. Even though her half-closed eyes told another story, she continued to offer protest, 'Oh darling, please don't let him do that. You really musn't let him do that .....' While his tongue did its work on her nipple, his right hand was massaging its way down her tummy and through the slit in the front of her cheongsam, until he was rubbing between her legs. 'Darling, for heaven's sake stop him, he's touching me up .... down there and he musn't, he really musn't, it's not fair - oh my godfathers .......he can't do this -- he musn't -- oh please darling .... No Phil ....stop it!' But Phil's trembling fingers had already undone the lowest of the three buttons holding the cheongsam together and in a second, they had pushed under her panties. Her sudden gasp told me that he had touched her pussy and I watched the outline of his hand as the fingers worked their way into her sex beneath the cotton. To my surprise and excitement, she at first gave a slight thrust upwards to meet them, the effort obligingly spreading her knees. It also opened up a gap in the material, through which his hand reached to extend his access. As if coming to her senses from the sudden movement, Maggie suddenly struggled harder to writhe away from my now somewhat loosened grip and with one freed hand, managed to pull Phil's arm away. I immediately held her down again and nodded at Phil to continue. I was far too excited to stop him now. 'Stop struggling darling; just lie back and enjoy what Phil and I are doing.' My own free hand was now heavily involved in exciting her nipples - alternating between them, rubbing and pulling at their hardened ends. I held her even tighter, and suggested to Phil that he should leave some of her clothes on because she'd look even sexier that way. But he had already undone the remaining buttons and the cheongsam fell away at each side, leaving her naked except for a pair of thin white panties which were now almost transparent and - oh wow, suspender belt and stockings! She knew from our previous conversations just how excited Phil gets about stockings and suspenders - and she must have purposefully put them on before we all went out to lunch! So much for the bit about 'Don't let him do that'! Phil's earlier thrusting had by now pulled the top of her panties down to her thighs so that her pubes were showing and I was able to watch his fingers slide the material still further down until her suddenly closing knees stopped him going any further. I excitedly suggested she should give him full access; and felt a sudden surge of excitement as she imperceptibly loosened her legs with a resigned look. Phil pulled her panties down and off, leaving her completely naked in my arms except for stockings and suspenders. 'You're really gorgeous Maggie,' he whispered again, 'You're absolutely gorgeous and so fucking sexy. God I love looking at you - either clothed or completely bare like now!' Her legs relaxed slowly and I eased my hands between her knees to part them enough for him to have further access. He gazed at her sex for a moment and then his fingers slowly caressed and manipulated her lips until he was holding her completely open. He looked deeply into the wet pinkness of her pussy before lowering his head and sweeping his lips softly up and down its length. She gave a sudden gasp when his tongue circled her clitoris and began to moan quietly, now seemingly surrendered to the situation; her eyes were closed in tight concentration and her body squirming in pleasure -- yet she still whispered quiet little protests in my ear, as if she was afraid he might hear what she was saying. 'Oh don't, oh please darling .... we mustn't let him do this .... oh no, don't do that .... please. Oh hell darling, he's got to stop ...... oh my god, he's .... oh yes, just there .... ooh that's lovely!' Taking care not to disturb her position, I pulled myself out from beneath her and shuffled along the floor on my knees until I was level with her face, my erect cock brushing her lips. She sucked me straight in, her tongue swirling deliciously around the head and teasing that really sensitive spot just below the helmet. I looked down at what was happening in front of me and felt a surprising sense of uninhibited ease with the situation. There was no jealousy or reservation on my part; perhaps just a little envy because I also wanted to be doing what Phil was doing to her; but I was content in the meantime to enjoy the way she was reacting to his touch. It was erotic in the extreme to sit by as a friend did things to my normally rather snooty little wife, while she kept me on the edge with her tongue. Her right arm stretched towards Phil as she tried to get at the front of his trousers. But he was too far away and only the tips of her fingers could reach him - the ends of her nails rubbing inside his thigh an inch or so away from where she wanted them to be. She stared up at me for a moment as if in challenge; and then she mimed with her hands the action of undoing and removing a pair of trousers. She pointed at my own hands and then at Phil, before nodding at me with a pleading look. Still on my knees, I moved down and nudged him away from the sofa with my hip. Without too much effort, I undid his belt buckle, which had slid sideways around his waist; and then undid the waist of his trousers before carefully sliding down his zip. It felt really weird, undoing another guy's trousers like that; but he helped a little by wriggling as I pulled the waistband open and they slipped off to drop around his knees on the floor. Shaking like a leaf, I started to pull down his boxers but before I could actually do so, he reached around and tugged them down himself. He shuffled further towards Maggie and spread his knees on the floor as if to make himself more accessible to her reach - but obviously didn't realise he was still too far away from her hand. I looked at her and shook my head to emphasise her continuing inability to reach him. My right arm stretched round his waist from the far side, trying to pull him towards her; but as he moved slightly sideways, my finger ends inadvertently touched his crotch. At first I pulled back instinctively but then found myself taking deliberate hold of his cock with my other hand and then pulling it towards her. I don't know what my intentions were; perhaps just to get his cock closer to Maggie so she could reach; but he still seemed only half-hard To my surprise, I was slowly becoming even more aroused by this novel feeling of someone else's cock in my hand and began to play with it in an effort to make him really hard. I should have expected him to be fully erect already, because I certainly was. His cock was longer than my own and seemed very thick. It also seemed much smoother than mine and was quite heavy, almost dough-like, in my hand. I remember thinking that one's own doesn't feel anything like that when you hold it, probably because we're all so used to handling our own that it ceases to feel strange. But now, sensing the already large end of Phil's cock growing its mushroom head even wider, I realised he was at last beginning to harden up as a result of my ministrations and I started sliding the loose skin up and down his shaft in my closed fist. How She Succumbed Ch. 03 I tried to make an awkward angle of my hand so it would feel as if it was Maggie doing it - I don't know why, because my hand was now shaking so much, he must have known it was me. Then I suddenly pulled myself together and realised that with the inevitable return to inhibition after it was all over, we might both feel embarrassed about what I had been doing. I reached up and roughly pulled one of Maggie's feet down to the floor, so that her legs were opened even wider and thus totally accessible to Phil. I nudged him in encouragement with my right knee and with no hesitation, he lifted himself onto her and I directed his cock towards her pussy, so I could guide him into her. I held back for a moment, wanting to savour what was about to happen; and then I rubbed the end of his cock up and down her clitoris, until she began thrusting onto it. I guided the now hugely engorged mushroom head between her outer lips and then pushed upwards slightly until I could feel him begin to slide into my wife. Then I released him and watched fascinated as he penetrated her inch by inch, with little short controlled thrusts that made her grunt in pleasure with the deliciousness of it all. She was just pushing upwards to pull him in properly when I moved my hand away completely. He thrust hard between her legs with a final violent lunge and his cock disappeared completely as he impaled her on the sofa. Maggie made a last effort to sound as if she had no wish for this to happen, 'Darling, please ..... stop him, he can't do this ...... you mustn't let him ... he's fucking your wife for God's sake ... is that what you want?'. That was what she said but then in contradiction a few moments later, she whispered excitedly again into my ear as she leant towards me, 'Oh God ....... it's .... oh yes ...... it's right in ....right in, oh right in ...... oh, yes. Oohhh, my heavens yes ....... that's .... oh, that's wonderful ... oh that's lovely .... oh darling, he's right in me .... as far as he can go.... oh darling, he feels so big .... oooh he's so lovely ..... oooh really lovely!' Her eyelids quivered and she thrust at him until satisfied she'd taken it all; then my little wife settled back and wantonly spread herself as wide as she could before reaching her legs around to lock her ankles together behind the small of his back. She turned her face directly towards me with a wicked grin and whispered hoarsely in my ear, 'Do you like seeing him do this to me? .... to your little wife? Oooh .... you've no idea how lovely he feels .... he's so .... oooooh, so ..... oh my god, he's so far in .... right up inside me ....' She reached out and grabbing hold of me, began to work her closed fist up and down my cock. I saw him clamp his lips onto hers and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, both of them trying to breathe through their noses as he began to ride her in earnest. She turned to look up at me when his head pulled back to get his breath; and she searched my face intently, 'Go on, let yourself go,' I mouthed approval in her ear. 'It's all right ... just let it happen .. just let him make you come'. She panted in my ear again and I thought he must have been able to hear her hoarse ramblings; but I think he was too excited to pay any attention to what anyone might be saying, even if it was in the privacy of my ear, 'Oh my God darling, he's ........... oh yes, oh yes ........... Oh darling, I think he's ..... oh God yes, he's about to ......... oohh ........ unnngh, oh I'm coming on him ....... Oh yes .... oh god, here it comes ..... unnnnngh ..... oh that's lovely .... unnnnggggg'. Her eyes were staring at me into mine as her face contorted and her eyelids flickered in orgasm. I reached down to play with myself again and could hardly stand it. I didn't just want to be a voyeur. I wanted to be inside her as well. I moved across to put my cock back in her mouth and she immediately sucked me in again, her tongue swirling around the end and sucking at me until I felt the beginnings of an orgasm myself. I pulled away though, before I came in her mouth - I didn't want to be recovering from ecstasy just when they were both so close; I wanted to enjoy seeing their pleasure as Phil emptied himself into my darling wife; and then I wanted to take my own proper satisfaction inside her. Phil carried on thrusting into Maggie - short and very fast strokes now - and as he pumped her, she began to show signs of coming again. Her face went into a grimace of absolute pleasure and then she was thrusting hard back at him. She started to moan again and then I heard Phil panting: 'Hold on Maggie, don't come again just yet, I'm nearly there. Oh God Maggie, you're so fucking gorgeous ... so bloody lovely ..... oh, I'm going to come any minute now ... can I come inside you .... oh please? ... oh God, I'm about to come..... ooo....unnng, here it comes....... Oh Maggie .... please take it all .... you feel so gorgeous .. unnng ... oh .. oh ... oh, that's fucking incredible .... can you feel it? Ohhhhh Maggie, what are you doing .... You're fucking milking me up there inside you ... oh, I can't believe how that feels ... OH YES, YES, KEEP DOING THAT!' I knew what Phil was experiencing and I felt really glad for him. Maggie has this way of using her vaginal muscles to milk me when I'm coming and I've never known anyone else do it with quite the same incredible power. Phil's face showed just how well she was doing it for him and as she thrust upwards again, she stayed there shaking, with her back arched and I knew she was coming too. A little while later, when it was all over, Phil lifted himself away sideways onto the floor and knelt near her head. He watched her with an earnest look on his face as I gently lowered myself down to at last take my turn to slip into my wife. He reached between us with both hands to fondle her nipples and breasts and I arched my back in order to give him more room - and so I could see what he was doing with her body as I began thrusting into her. I was so aroused, it didn't take long. I saw Maggie's hand sneak down to play with Phil's cock and just as those little fingers of hers curled around it and started to move up and down, I rammed into her with such a force that she could hardly catch her breath. I came almost immediately and the relief was absolutely un-believable. ----------------------------------------------- When we were discussing events later that evening in bed, and after we'd finished making frenetic love the first time, I was lazily playing with her pussy. In the light from the bedside table, I could see a wicked little smile on her face; and the more I fingered her, the more unconsciously fixed her smile became - until she suddenly turned over and mounted me again. She was obviously enjoying the effect that recollection was having on both of us and seemed to derive a perverse pleasure in my reaction to her detailed descriptions of how she had felt. Hearing what my little wife had to say about her pleasure with Phil was sending great waves of excitement through me and I hardly dared move inside her for fear of bringing it all to an end by coming too soon. 'Oh darling, that was unbelievable when you told him to undo the buttons on my shirt so he could see me topless, I really couldn't believe I'd heard what you said. You've no idea how embarrassed I was at him seeing me half naked, let alone how I ended up ... I mean, I know he's tried it on once before - but this was completely and utterly different .. you were there with us this time and ooh, it was so kinky. 'With you holding me down, I was completely helpless. I couldn't stop him doing whatever he wanted and that was an amazing feeling - completely at his mercy and oh darling, that was such a turn-on .... and the look on his face... hell it was exciting, 'specially when you told him to touch me up properly ... 'feel them and play with them', you said .... and then to feel someone else's fingers touching my nipples like that; and right in front of you ... it felt so weird but, ooooh .... darling, it was so bloody lovely feeling his hands; and then his mouth playing with me .... and the look on your face was incredible. I've never seen you like that before -- all helpless and shaky - like a hypnotised rabbit you were .... did you enjoy seeing me react to Phil like that .... was it really nice for you?' She continued, knowing exactly how excited it was all making me, 'You probably couldn't see when he went down on my pussy; but I wish you could've, because I'm telling you it was so fucking incredible to feel his tongue slithering around inside and then licking and sucking all over my clit and then .... oooh, it really was gorgeous ... he's brilliant at it .... did you see it ... I bet you loved seeing how our friend made your randy little wife squirm on his tongue?!' Was this really my conservative little wife talking to me like this - exaggerating for effect and knowing exactly how much she was turning me on? Oh, I know we often fantasised in bed but this was something yet again. It was such a turn-on to hear her so uninhibited - the more so because I found myself amazingly comfortable with what had happened. No fears about it afterwards, no jealousy - just solid old fashioned lust. I reckon there definitely must have been some heavy feeling between the three of us, or I'd have been jealous as hell! Yet there was still more, 'D'you know darling, I've never felt anything like that before. When he finally got on top of me, he went right up inside in quick little jerks - not like you with those lovely long slow strokes of yours. Oh, you know I love that; but this was something different for a change. It felt really good, 'specially when the head of his cock swelled right up inside until it felt like ... well, like it was gripping me - like some kind of fucking lovely barb that I couldn't pull away from'. She ground down hard suddenly and looking right into my eyes, said, 'Oh yes, like some kind of barb gripping me ..... he felt so absolutely lovely right up there ... and both of you playing with my nipples like that ....... it was really unbelievable .......... oh that cock of his .... it's a really lovely one and the size of that head!! .....hell darling, he felt so .... it was really gorgeous .... I could feel him pulling away at me inside and then swelling up even further when I think he must have come..... oh hell, he's so ..... unngg .... oh yes darling, that's lovely, keep pushing up like that .....he's so .... oh, he was so fucking big and there it was .... Oh darling he felt absolutely heavenly .... I want him to do me again .... do you mind? I want both of you in me together .... oh yes, just imagine that .... completely full up with both your cocks in my pussy and ..... go on darling, let yourself go .... come now .... I'm coming .... Oh, unnnng!' She began to come as she writhed around on me and I wasn't any better. The sexiness of her words exaggerated the intensity of my own approaching orgasm. I suddenly couldn't stop talking, 'Oh yeah, you go for it darling, please ...... I really want you both to enjoy yourselves. Do it again if you want .... I'd love to see it all happen again. Oh .... the look on Phil's face when he first saw your tits and the lovely feeling of sharing you with him .... did you realise I rubbed him up and down your clit and then fed him into you ..... you looked absolutely so sexy screwing away there!' Her face contorted as she pushed down as hard as she could, grinding her pussy up and down over me. It made me come immediately, looking at her quivering un-controllably above me with her eyes staring straight into mine until her orgasm gradually began to subside - and she sank down onto my chest, panting like she'd run a marathon. Later on we talked with passion spent. 'I s'pose that means you'll want to screw other women now', she said. It was a reluctant statement; and said slowly, almost with resignation - not a real question. 'No I don't darling,' I said recklessly, 'I'd probably have been much more likely to screw other women sooner or later if that hadn't happened with Phil today. But that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen - I really don't think I'd want to fuck about with other women if you were screwing Phil occasionally. The thrill's too personal, openly sharing you with a friend like him .... even if he is a very dirty and randy friend!'. 'Do you really not mind me having it off with someone else?' 'Yes, I bloody do - at least, with other people - but not with Phil for some reason. I trust him and I think you do too. It felt .... well right somehow and I have no more reservations at all. I just loved seeing you so happy when he was doing you.' 'God, you've got to be joking; of course I trust him too and yes, I was so happy feeling him right up inside me like that.... it was like he was almost trying to climb his whole body into me, he was pushing so hard! 'I've never been quite so open about it until today though but you knew a while ago that I fancied him. .... am I really awful?'. 'Of course you're not awful. Hell it's so sexy hearing you talk like that; I'm getting a hard on again. Maggie obviously felt the same, 'Yeah, that's right .... like that .... Just let him slip up and lie there. Please don't move. The way I'm feeling, I'll come again with no trouble at all.' She felt lovely and warm around my cock and it was a truly heavenly feeling that encouraged one to almost ramble in a gentle and comfortable fantasy of sexy talk. 'I reckon you two'll do it again and that's just fine. I want you both to do what you want; but please don't think you have to do it just because it turns me on. You're both supposed to enjoy it too you know. 'I've just always been worried anything might happen to fuck us up. Somehow though, I don't think it would do that - and though I'd rather be there to enjoy the fun, don't miss out if the opportunity rises again when I'm not there; just tell me about it later so there's nothing hidden between the three of us. 'One thing though - now we've both calmed down a bit. I reckon you ought to tell Phil how you feel about what he did to you today. It should have been his ear her were whispering doubts into, not mine. The way you were holding yourself back didn't really let him know how much you were enjoying it; it was almost as if you were frightened of him seeing you let yourself go. You must have seemed so bloody restrained to him at one stage, almost as if you weren't really enjoying it properly. He probably wonders whether he's any good at it now. Worse still, he might even think you're no good at it yourself my little darling and we both know differently, don't we?!' 'Yeah, I know. He really felt good but I couldn't let go completely, perhaps it'll come eventually. Don't forget, this is all new to me and I guess I'm frightened that if he sees me enjoying it too much, he might think I'm a complete slut or something and I really don't want that. I just really loved screwing him and want him to do me again. Certainly he doesn't do me the same as you but in some ways, it was perhaps even better - after all, his is a little bit bigger than yours you know!' That was another challenge from my now very naughty wife and I rose to it immediately. -------------------------------------------------- Phil also talked to me about that day, later on one time when we met for lunch again. Then they both made love together again all one afternoon when I wasn't there and he told me about it that evening in the pub, even before my wife had a chance to keep me in on it. Now, whenever Phil and I meet, one or other of us always seems to bring the subject up of him and Maggie; and when Phil describes his side of it in vivid detail, he seems to enjoy watching me get randy as he talks about what's happened. It's normally when we're in a bar or a restaurant somewhere - and I can't do anything about it. He goes into deep titillating detail about what they've both done together and what he still wants to do to her. There's no way I can relieve my tension in a restaurant and he seems to relish the discomfort of my frustration - perhaps knowing that he's able to control that side of my mood. But why should I worry - I find it incredibly erotic talking about her being done by Phil, whether it's frustrating at the time or not -- and after all, it's always me she comes home to afterwards! The three of us have had quite a few other experiences together over the last year or so and whilst these are not so frequent that they become routine, we have all found ourselves slipping into a real comfort at the situation. It's still incredibly exciting -- enjoying this type of sex with considerable lust and great affection. It's not a threatening sex with a growing love that could tear either us, or him and his wife apart. It's really quite a private affair, because whilst I have written of it for your enjoyment, still none of you know who we are or where we come from! © Peter Simpson 2006 How She Succumbed In the case of Maggie and Phil, there was no doubt in my mind that a certain amount of chemistry had already begun - whether they themselves actually realised it or not! I could hardly say I hadn't recognised Maggie's initial interest first-hand, since she had been far too obvious; even if she did make the occasional half-hearted attempt to disguise it. Neither however, was I blind to the interested glances thrown at her from time to time by Phil. He may have been somewhat intimidated by her position as a colleague's wife but there was no doubt in my mind that the lust behind some of his glances was more than just a passing appreciation of someone else's partner. The preliminaries had already started; and if one or other gave out the right signals, it was likely that things might well develop at some stage. However much I tried to stay aloof from reality, I discovered that Maggie's and my fantasy-filled conversations were really beginning to turn me on; and the various possibilities entering my mind were erotic in the extreme. But what then was the thrill? After all, it wasn't a case of me getting excited over a new relationship with another woman. So why was I getting excited over a scenario in which Maggie might be seduced by another bloke - albeit someone who was by now a trusted and close friend? On closer examination further down the line, I can see how simple it actually was; although at the time I think I was still too deeply inhibited as a result of up-bringing to properly recognise the sub-conscious streak in me that fully embraced the eroticism of the situation. That would only come later. Despite quite natural fears of any threat to my marriage, I must also have been subconsciously aware that Maggie's and my relationship was sufficiently strong to weather what looked at the time like an opening for mutual physical lust. As such, the concept of letting Phil share her must have had a similarly unconscious erotic appeal to me – the more so when I now realise how I was later to encourage events. Setting aside my outward nonchalance at inner fears therefore, the truth was that I found myself warming to the turn our increasingly lusty conversations were taking. Over the ensuing few weeks, I secretly began to realise how I might really react if he actually did set aside his inherent shyness and pluck up the nerve one evening to try and seduce his friend's conservative little wife. There was a sweet and sourness to the thought. Erotic to think of Maggie impaled on Phil, with her legs wrapped around his back; yet disturbing to speculate on the potential damage if anything other than purely physical lust drove the act. Would Phil have the confidence to follow through his obvious lust though, or would he feel my wife really was forbidden fruit? In those circumstances the possibility of lust overcoming shy reticence brought an even stronger eroticism to the situation and I found myself visualising her gradual surrender to seduction. What would be the look on his face if she let him take off her top and put his mouth round those sexy nipples of hers? He must have imagined her naked at some stage; of that I was sure - but in the flesh? ... wow, I found that a real turn on and became desperately keen for it to happen. But would she let him get that far, or had she filed away her thoughts as a not-to-be-indulged fantasy. If so, would she turn him down at his first approach and leave him flustered and embarrassed? That would not be so good, for I knew Phil well by now and I knew how much he dreaded a 'no' to any advance he made towards women. I didn't want him getting the same answer this close to home so to speak, because I realised just how much that might damage his already rather fragile ego; and I liked him too much for that to happen. I occasionally visualised the look on Maggie's face when she first discovered what he had to offer - and it would make me unbelievably randy. I had no proper recollection of the stag night in question; but presumably there was no smoke without fire and he must have been fairly well endowed, or the others wouldn't have christened him Superstud. The thoughts went on and it didn't take long for my wicked little wife to discover just how much she could excite me by talking about it. During such games she would frequently ask whether I would really mind if she did try to have it off with him - as if confirming that it really might be on the cards. Sometimes like a naughty little girl, she'd whisper suggestions in my ear when we were dancing at parties - particularly on one occasion when Phil was there with his then fiancée. She'd already mentioned how she was marginally attracted by one of the other guys in the room and even said she found one or two of the female models present rather sexy; but they didn't seem to warrant the same interest as Phil. When sure I was looking, Maggie had stared lustfully at him with her eyes half closed, softly rubbing her tongue around her lips and so obviously concentrating her gaze at his crotch that I wondered how he could be unaware of her attention. Perhaps he was ... but didn't show it. Then one afternoon in the office, I couldn't find the negatives of some photographs I had taken of her the previous winter and which I'd developed in the office darkroom earlier that day. She and I had been in the den one evening, both of us reading. For some reason I found myself getting randy; and putting away my book, had asked her to do a strip-tease for me while I took pictures. At first she was unbelievably shy - which made me want her to do it all the more. Eventually, after about an hour and all the usual protestations, she'd gradually got into it and from sitting demurely reading a book fully clothed, she had slowly stripped down to totally nude and smiling in front of the camera. From prim housewife to wanton woman in about ten pictures – and now the negatives were missing! I asked Phil if he'd seen any negatives he didn't recognise in the office; but the only ones he knew of were some property photos I'd just taken and they were still in the dark-room. Something about the way he said it made me ask again and when he flushed up in response to my question 'Are you sure?' my stomach jolted. For a moment, I was unusually lost for words and walked back into my own office, just a little worried. Yet the more I speculated, the more excited I found myself becoming. There was a magnifying glass in the dark-room; and an enlarger - perhaps he'd even taken prints for himself and been able to study the finer details of my wife's newly discovered nudity at his leisure! Later that afternoon, I drew him aside and explained in confidence that although I hadn't said anything before, I felt I could trust him enough to say these were really embarrassing photos of Maggie and they were most definitely not for general viewing. I certainly didn't want them lying around somewhere in the office where they could be seen; and was he really sure he didn't know where they were? The answer was again a No .... but he said it rather nervously, as if he actually wanted to say something more but then decided against it. A little while later, after a theatrical show of searching, he said he'd found some negatives under the shelf in the darkroom and were they the ones? A quick glance confirmed that they were. I laughingly said I hoped he hadn't taken prints; but I noticed he went very red and his hands were shaking. Although I was getting quite nervous myself now, the thought of Phil having prints of my naked wife was beginning to turn me on. When I plucked up enough nerve to tell her that night, I was surprised by her reaction. I expected absolute outrage at my carelessness. Instead, she said nothing for a full couple of minutes, while I waited for the fall-out. Eventually she asked shakily, puffing on a cigarette, 'Were all the photos there .... you know, both sets?' Perplexed by the calmness of her response, I said that they were; but I had all the negatives back and she needn't worry. 'But Phil had them long enough to take prints ....?' She'd obviously worked out the possibilities. 'Yeah .... but I really can't see him doing that. He's far too fond of us both and I don't reckon he'd go that far'. Her response was cynical but shaky, 'Oh yeah?' she said; and then after a moment's pause, she went on in an even shakier voice, 'God, do you know darling .... in some ways, I think .... I mean, I think I really hope he did take some prints of me'. There was another silence for a moment and then she hesitantly suggested, 'I think I quite like the thought of him having pictures of me without my clothes on. It's really sexy to think he'd be able to look at me nude whenever he felt randy and ...... well ...... perhaps he'd ....... you know, sort of .... he'd think I don't know that he's seen them, kind of thingy ..... and he might play with himself looking at them ......and ... oh, darling ..... mmmmm, what a deliciously naughty thought, Phil tossing himself off to photos of your naked little wife!' Suddenly she had another idea. 'Trouble is .... Oh hell darling, what if he's shown them to anyone else?' 'Don't be daft, he wouldn't do that. This is Phil we're talking about here – it's not the sort of thing he'd do'. I was incredibly turned on by her suggestion and I think she was too, because her breathing was getting quicker - but I decided to wind it up because I was beginning to noticeably shake and wanted to take her to bed. 'At least I don't think he would; but you never know, do you.' 'Wow ... that'd be terrible!' she said shakily after a moment's thought. 'Yeah, yeah, of course it would' I said sarcastically, ' Look I'm sorry darling, but I reckon you quite like the thought of him showing nude pictures of you round all his mates, despite what you say....' I had a hard on and Maggie was unconsciously moving about in her chair. Then she really coloured up, 'Oh fuck; what a crazy thought – other men seeing me naked too; and I can't do a bloody thing about it. Was everything on show, I can't remember?' 'Yep ... ' I said emphatically, 'Absolutely everything – you know it was. Your legs were even wide open in one shot and facing the camera!' She was trembling now. Then out of the blue, and referring to the 25 year old daughter of our neighbour, she asked, 'He fancies Claire doesn't he?' 'Yes, he does; and I reckon she quite wants to shag him ..... she's a dirty little bitch!' I could hardly tell her that Claire and I had been screwing each other for some time now and that I knew she swung both ways. What was more, Claire herself had suggested I might encourage Phil into a threesome with her and me. At the time though, I hadn't been into all that, because I wanted both to keep the relationship quiet - and Claire to myself! 'Yeah, I know she is' Maggie replied with emphasis and then expanded nervously, ' I never told you did I - she's tried to get it on with me a couple of times in the past few months; but I've never been quite sure whether to let her to or not.' This was a turn-up. She'd never mentioned Claire like that before, let alone that she might have allowed a seduction to take place. She went on quickly, words tumbling out nervously, 'I've never done anything like that with another woman yet. Oh yes, I know I've told you I quite like the thought of it .... and there was nearly that time with Bob's Cindy .... but I'm not quite sure about Claire .... Supposing Phil showed her the photos .... She'd have the advantage then'. 'What do you mean: she'd have the advantage then?' I was pretty confident Phil would never have shown Maggie's pictures around and certainly not to Claire; but I was becoming quite excited at this new side to my wife and wanted to hear more. It seemed she might harbour secret desires for playing about with her own sex and that was very definitely a turn-on. 'Well .... you know .... she'd have seen the pictures of me with nothing on .... I wouldn't be able to offer much resistance to her then .... not if she used them to let me know she's already seen what I look like without clothes and threatened to tell everybody if I didn't co-operate'. She puffed nervously on her cigarette again, her face flushed at the revelations. ' Oh hell darling, that's actually a turn-on too .... I think I want her to have seen them too. Oh, am I really awful .... but I think, .... no I don't think, I really hope he did show them to her. I think I really do want her to have seen me naked. Oh darling, what's wrong with me, I feel so randy I don't know what to do'. We soon forgot our worries in a welter of fantasy and sex that went on until the small hours; but this was just the beginning of Maggie opening her mind to other sexual possibilities. A year or so went by, during the early part of which we frequently visited erotic thoughts about Phil. Yet eventually the thoughts moved into the background as I became more involved with work. I was frequently home late in the evening and away early in the morning; and Phil had become a work colleague for whom I had instinctively developed both a deep liking and a strong trust. The thought that he might ever have tried to seduce Maggie seemed more and more incongruous as time went on. It was not so much that I would ever consider it a breach of trust (hadn't I myself found the idea extremely exciting?). No, it was more that I thought he had placed his friend's wife on something of a pedestal. As such, she was practically un-touchable and the more he appeared unlikely to try it on, the more it gradually left my mind. I was sub-consciously aware however, that if it did ever happen, the very fact of him breaking a taboo by eating forbidden fruit so to speak, would afford an extreme eroticism that I would find difficult to resist, as the passing of time later proved....................... © Peter Simpson 2006 Appr 6,000 words