0 comments/ 98958 views/ 16 favorites Letters to the Editor By: Quin The man behind the desk opened the folder then sat back reflecting over the last few years. It had been an interesting way to earn a living. Now he was leaving for pastures new and was having a clear out. Before him was one of the many folders from a filing cabinet kept locked and with restricted access. It was a cabinet that had many nicknames, "Too hot to handle", "Sex-Files", "The Unbelievable", to name just a few. They contained the letters from readers that were so explicit they could not be published. As he settled back in his chair the door opened and in walked his boss with a young man – it was the new editor. "You'd better know about these," said the departing man then he and the boss explained to the newcomer the history of the letters. "So if these where sent by your readers but couldn't be published?" asked the new man, "Why have they been kept – and why didn't you publish them?" "Well," began the editor, "We weren't that type of magazine and some of them are a little too way out for even some of the top shelf stuff. But we hinted about them in articles and mentioned that we had say, a letter from a man who liked to watch his wife with other men. Other readers would then respond and suddenly we'd get more from couples saying the liked the same. It kept an interest going without us actually giving the explicit details." "Anyway," added his boss smiling, "Most are too bloody long - they would have taken up too much space." "To answer the other part of your question," continued the editor, "We were always amazed how some people accept these stories as true while others don't believe a word of them. It seems that some people never do anything more exciting than have sex with the light on and think others are merely fantasising." "What – in spite of what we read in the papers?" asked the young future editor. "Exactly! Just as you think one particular story is a bit over the top and exaggerated then we read about say a court case where people have done all sorts of kinky and weird things. In other words the police or lawyers have checked things out and witnesses have given evidence – so yes, it's true – people do get up these unbelievable things. I've just read about a murder – but in evidence it seems that the lifestyle of the people involved centred on wives having sex with strangers while their husbands watched. Others have been about really kinky practices and habits. On the other hand to some people, their wife showing a bra strap in company would be considered naughty. Tell you what – we'll leave you here to read a few letters while I buy my departing friend a drink – help you get settled in and see what you're inheriting." The older men left and the new editor settled into his seat of power, unfolding the first letter he happened to pick up he began to read. Dear Sir, A few years ago when we were having alterations done to our home my wife told me of a couple of incidents that had occurred with her and the workmen. One workman in particular had begun to interest my wife. I had got her to admit this after questioning her one night during sex. We had never indulged in swinging or having other partners but she didn't mind admitting that sometimes other men turned her on – so she would occasionally flirt with them. The more I thought about her being alone all day with them and therefore having the opportunity to misbehave turned me on immensely. Every night when home from work I just couldn't stop fucking her! Inevitably I had to ask the question – would she let anything happen if they made a pass at her? She answered by asking me how I'd react if she did. I didn't reply vocally but she watched as my cock grew stiff and I became excited and grabbed hold of her and once again began to fuck her. "As long as you didn't keep it a secret and told me everything I wouldn't mind," I whispered to her. She told me that she already had been a bit naughty. "Tell me while I fuck you," I said thrusting into her. One morning while they were teasing and flirting with her she tried to squeeze past one of them as they went through a doorway. She said she felt his cock against her bum so she wriggled her hips slightly as she passed him. Judging by the bulge he had she decided that it had left him feeling horny for the rest of the morning. The little incident didn't go unnoticed by his chums. She made an excuse to stay in the room that they were working in as much as she could. The atmosphere became sexually charged until when she moved out of the room to go and make coffee the same man followed her out and within sight of the others came behind her and turned her round to kiss her. He said, "Is this what you have been asking for?" and she felt his hand on her tits. She could tell he was very nervous as he pushed her back gently against the wall and started to kiss and fondle her. His friends just stood silently watching. She said that's all that happened because everyone became too self conscious to let it go further. I didn't believe her. Cutting a long story short, over the next few days I got her to repeat the story for me as a turn on – retelling it seemed to turn her on too. I wanted her to do more. Then I asked her if she wanted to let things get a little bit naughtier and why didn't she encourage something else to happen. "If we are both getting pleasure from it then, well, why not?" I reasoned with her. "I suppose I would have to give them a sign that I'm willing," she said thoughtfully. "Like maybe wearing something sexy or showing my self off to them a bit." That hit me like a thunderbolt – the fact she said "them" not just "him" or "one of them". "Wear something sexy and show yourself off to "them"?" I asked her. "I thought that's what you meant – be sexy for them," she said. "I wanted you to get one of them to make a pass at you so you could tell me another sexy story. What if they all want to play with you?" Now I was getting very excited. "Would you be prepared to let all three men take turns fondling you? Would you uncover your body for them all?" "Not if you don't want me to," she said rather feebly. That meant that she did! It was up to me – the ball was in my court - fucking her harder I blurted out, "Yes!" Not sure how to react, the following morning I kept quiet. Then when I came home from work I asked if anything had happened. She said not, but, she had something to show me. After making me wait a while she entered the room wearing a very sexy outfit indeed - Basque in black and red, black stockings with belt and a completely transparent silk robe. "I'm not sure which will turn them on most – should I wear the robe and let them see what is underneath or should I be a real slut and wear a very short tight mini skirt with an unfastened blouse?" Another thunderbolt hit my brain! She was obviously going to do more than just let them feel her tits! Lots of questions went though my mind – some I was too frightened to ask. "You aren't wearing any panties?" I asked as simply and calmly as I could. She just looked blankly at me. "Do you think I should?" She asked as though we were discussing handbags. I answered in thought only – "Not if you think it pointless, as you are going to show your naked cunt to three men and then let them take turns fucking you." For the next question I pretended to be rather naïve. "If you cover your sexy underwear up with skirt and blouse they won't be able to see it." I felt stupid just saying it but amazingly she took the trouble to explain. Her comment set off yet another shocking mental thunderbolt. "I know but I thought that I could tease them over a long time by leaving most of the buttons undone and finding excuses to bend over. If I'm not wearing a bra they will be able to see most of my breasts. I've bent over in front of the mirror and my little tight skirt rides all the way up over my bum. Or I can also sit and let them look up my skirt." The picture in my head was now making my heart pound. "And if you wear the skirt you'll still leave your knickers off for them? When you bend over you'll give them the full view?" She nodded, running her hands over her body as though in deep thought. "It should make them really rampant and horny – by the time they make a pass at me – should make it really obvious to them." How many wives do you know that stand in front of their husbands with no knickers on and tell you this is how she is going to be dressed when you are at work – while three men are in the house? And she is going to get them very horny so they will want to fuck her. I had asked her if she would like to get one to fondle and kiss her because it turned me on when she told me she had already allowed it. Now here she was telling me how she was hoping to get all three to ravish her. Maybe, I told myself she was just going to indulge in some extreme teasing- maybe this was her fantasy designed to turn us both on – just a dream. I found it difficult to find the correct words to ask. She came over to me and putting her arms round me nibbled and kissed my neck. Her breathing told me she was very aroused. "They could get impatient you know?" I commented hoping to get more out of her on how far she was prepared to go. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Well," I said, hoping to shock her. "Instead of waiting for their turn and just watching maybe the other two will want to join in right away." Her breathing became heavier and her hips gyrated against me. The thought had really got her going. "Please fuck me!" she quietly but urgently begged. After a few minutes of clumsily tearing my clothes off I held my wife against the back of a sofa with my cock pumping inside of her. The sight of her in those clothes was amazing. Would she really let three other men take her like this? I decided to press her a little more. "Yes, you know, while one is inside you the others might want you to play with them at the same time instead of waiting." She moaned and moved faster against me. "You might be asked to masturbate one of them while the other one is fucking you." I whispered it slowly in her ear – she moaned again and uttered a low "Yes". "And if the third one wants to join in – what then?" I was about to suggest a cock in each hand then she hit me with the next thunderbolt! She grabbed me tightly and went almost berserk, pounding against my body – when she spoke she sounded like a deranged woman. "Suck it – use my mouth. Fucking and sucking their lovely cocks." "Is that what you really want?" I asked frantically. "Yes – oh yes!" she hissed. Then, "Have you already seen their cocks?" "No – just one! The one that kissed me – gets me to wank him – while he plays with my tits. I let him kiss me and I play with his dick. We've been doing it almost since they started working here. Not the others though." She was still like a madwoman, speaking in monosyllables. Deciding to take advantage I pressed for more. "Have they watched you and their mate, messing about?" "Only a couple of times – only recently – they watched. I wanted it – they were shy – nothing else happened. Just once I let one of the others kiss me. Having more than one man mess with me at the same time made me want more. That's why I told you about them. I was glad it turned you on too." "Sure you haven't done more – you might as well tell me everything? Have they already fucked you?" Now while this conversation was in full flow there we were fucking away like rabbits. I had never seen my wife so turned on and energetic during sex. "No – but I let them watch me do something else. As a dare – just once - they followed us into the bedroom where I was masturbating their friend. They asked me to give them a special treat – take my top off and show them my tits – and l let them watch me – as I sucked their friend's cock – until it came – in my mouth!" With that she screamed and moaned and as she reached her climax – so did I! Nothing else was said that night. Personally I was too shocked and wondered whether or not to believe her. I thought it best to wait until the cold light of day before asking any more questions. I was convinced that something was going on with the workmen (or more likely just one workman!) but I couldn't believe her story. The whole thing had to be mainly a fantasy and she would tell me in the morning. I didn't sleep very well that night – if she was serious about her plan – was I, as her husband, actually going to allow it to happen? But I was the one that had suggested it! Well, without dwelling on detail the next morning at breakfast she had already showered but had on her thick, heavy regular dressing gown – nothing sexy about that. I didn't mention the "fantasy" thinking it had passed over – best to keep quiet. Just as I was about to rush off to work she kissed me on the cheek as usual then to my shock she opened her gown to reveal the Basque and sexy outfit – stockings, and still no panties! She had meant what she said. "I still haven't decided whether to wear a skirt or not," she said in a matter of fact voice. What do you do when your wife lets you know that she has put on sexy underwear because she's hoping to have sex with three men – just as you are rushing out to work? She had told me of her plan – how she was going to make it happen! It was unbelievable. What did I do? Walked out silently and drove to work in a state of shock. I don't remember how the day went – I was on auto-pilot – on another planet. Now comes the interesting bit – the nitty-gritty of what happened. Got home, dinner ready, house tidy, wife dressed normally – nothing was untoward. Perhaps it had all been a wind-up, a practical joke. Then, later in the evening, I asked the leading question, "What sort of day have you had?" She sat across from me and began to talk. I had said that what she did would be OK if she told me all about it – and she had taken me at my word. That was exactly what she was going to do! "Thought you'd never ask," she said. "After you had gone I went and prepared myself before they came. When the doorbell rang I still hadn't decided what to wear so I just slipped on the see-through gown. My bust was pushed together over the top of the tight Basque and my nipples were very erect. It could all be seen through the silky gown. Something else too, I had shaved my pubes. To make it even sexier I had left it unbuttoned from the waist down so that when I walked it came open. They told me later that they assumed I hadn't realised how revealing it was. Even though I had already shown them my tits and sucked off one of them they were still a bit wary about making a move. They wondered if it was a trap and I was just a prick-teaser. They thought that it was maybe for the benefit of the one that I had been taking into the bedroom. While they were going about their business and starting work I paraded myself in front of them and stood against the light to improve the view. The one whose cock I played with tried to get me alone but I wouldn't let him – this time I wanted all three – but not to take into the bedroom one at a time. I wanted them all to be in the same room. Like you said might happen – they would all join in." Now my cock was busting to get out of my pants as I listened to her tale. She too had a funny look in her eye and she began to stroke her inner thigh. She was getting turned on as she told me the story. "I wanted it to be them that made the first move – to me that would make it more exciting – I didn't want to say "Here I am come and fuck me!" After an hour of drifting about in front of them and trying to chat it seemed like they would never get round to making a move. It was obvious from looking at the front of their trousers that they were aroused but not enough to make them want to grab me. I was feeling very, very horny and starting to get restless. I told them that it was about time I got dressed and then I would make them a coffee. They looked disappointed but still not enough to make a move. One of them quietly commented that I looked nice the way I was. When I came back into the room I had their full attention. Now that they had stopped work to drink their coffee they had nothing else to focus their gaze on - I had a captive audience. Most of my tits were still on show because I had left a lot of buttons undone. For some reason this seemed to be getting them more excited than when I was dressed in my nightgown. Now it was evident that we all felt very turned on. Then I pretended to drop something and bent to pick it up. I still had no knickers on and stayed bent just long enough to let them see. The atmosphere was electric and the heavy breathing must have been audible from the street! I stood and turned to look them straight in the eye. The one I was most friendly with moved slowly toward me and kissed my neck. He asked if I wanted to go into the bedroom. When I said no he looked confused. While he spent a few minutes playing with my tits and kissing me I watched the others getting more and more excited. Suddenly I said I would have to tidy the house and moved away from him. Once again I bent over – but this time I took my time and stood with my legs wide." My cock was beginning to feel painful as it pushed against my clothing and I was beside myself with excitement as I pictured my wife submitting her bare posterior to these three men. Momentarily her eyes closed and her skirt lifted as she slipped her fingers inside her pants then she began to stroke her clitoris. Now I felt able to take my cock from my pants and gently masturbate, being careful not to get too excited. Really I should have been furious and throwing the furniture about! "By now I was willing to do anything I was so aroused. After spending a few minutes moving round the room bending forward I said, "It's very naughty of you watching me tidy the house when you should be working." Then I said, "I think my stocking needs adjusting." Their mouths opened wide in anticipation as I stood facing them and pulled up my skirt to reach my stocking top. I left barely an inch of material covering my crotch then as the atmosphere became really tense I pulled my skirt just that little bit higher – just enough to show them my shaved naked pussy. Very deliberately I held the posture with my hands on my stocking top and looked at each man in turn making it clear I was willing to have them all. I kept the skirt held up when I turned away from them and asked if my stockings seemed straight. One of them now got brave enough to move toward me. As he hesitated, resting his hand on the back of my thigh I turned my head to smile at him to let him know it was OK then I bent over the arm of a chair and rested my forearms on the cushion. I felt fingers between my legs and opened up for him. It wasn't long before the others gathered round and as they got more daring and turned on – plus they realised that I wasn't going to stop them – they opened my blouse and played with my tits." My wife went on to describe how they had fucked her. When the first one entered her from behind and the others pulled on their cocks while they watched, she encouraged them to play with her tits and she opened her mouth to suck them off. Her fantasy came true with all three using their dicks on her at the same time. She said that when they were all "spent" she got cleaned up but just left the skirt on and walked around with her tits hanging out of the Basque. Throughout the day when any of them felt the urge she would let them fuck her or suck them off. More than once that day she had two cocks at the same time – one in her mouth the other up her cunt. When she came toward the end of her story I was masturbating like mad. As she slipped her knickers off and opened her legs wide for me she said, "What do you think of that, husband? Your wife being fucked and sucking the cocks of three men whilst you work? I'll be doing it again tomorrow, shame they are nearly finished with the job." Letters to the Editor To the Times: As a long time resident of our fair city, I wish to speak out on the shenanigans happening in the park nearest the college campus. I walk my little dog Poochie every morning in the park and lately I've noticed an unusual number of scantily clad women traipsing about. These women seem to have no modesty what so ever and could care less whom they display themselves to or for how long. Why, just yesterday as I walked my precious, I noticed a cheeky young woman reclining in the grass as she talked to some young hoodlum. She was wearing some tiny scrap of material that she must have thought of as a skirt. Her long tan legs, taut and slim stretched out toward where I was standing. To insult further my moral fiber I found if I leaned down and turned my head just so, I could see all the way up her skirt. I thought her under-things were covered in polka dots but as I stared, I realized they were tiny hearts. I'm sure you could understand both my shock and dismay to find tiny hearts on her unmentionables. When the girl looked up to find me looking at her displayed wears, so to speak do you think she covered herself up in mortification. No, she did not and in fact, she smiled and waved to me. It is obvious to me this hussy felt no shame as she openly exhibited herself. I tarried there, a few minutes more but she made no move to cover up her tawdry little lacy pink and blue under-things. What are we to do with this younger generation who seem to have no compunction to behave in a moral and correct way? Have these girls no shame and you should see them frolic among the boys. They laugh and talk as if the sexes were meant to be together not separated, as they were when I was a lad. I know this park is on college grounds but it is open to the public and I feel they should do something to prevent these orgies happening everyday under their very noses. I believe the police should make daily sweeps of the park, and arrest these people on immoral turpitude charges at the very least. We need someone who is in charge to step up and keep our parks a decent place where a man can walk his dog without having his moral standards assaulted. This town can be assured that I will not rest until this problem is put to rest. Signed, Leonard Shakky. * To the Times: After my last scathing letter to the Times, I had hoped for some change in the decorum of our local park next to the college. Oh, there has been change all right, change for the worse. It has gone from a place of scantily women frolicking among the trees and scrubs to a modern day Sodom and Gomorrah. As I walked my precious Poochie in the park, I led him to a corner behind a large shrub. While I was waiting for Poochie to do his business, you see I always take him to an out of the way corner for this and then I do not need to clean up after him. As I awaited him to finish his dirty chore, I thought I heard giggling on the other side of the bush. When I couldn't ascertain what was transpiring I creep around the corner of the shrubbery so I could see with my own eyes just what was going on back there. Well let me tell you, the shock of what I saw almost made my heart stop. As I hid behind that bush, there right in front of me were two young women kissing. Yes, you read that right, it was two women, they were kissing, and I mean right on the lips. You won't believe me when I say that I stayed there for over a half hour just to see how far they would go and let me tell you they went. They kept kissing and rubbing each other all over, I'm telling you it was disgusting. I truly believe the little strumpets would have gone even further but one got a phone call that interrupted them and they in turn left. I have to believe that call saved me from seeing something truly immoral. Once again, I call for the college and the local police department to coordinate raids on this den of iniquity before the whole town is turned into a pillar of salt. Signed, Leonard Shakky. * To the Times: After Monday's debacle, I have learned just how low this city has sunk. I have made many calls to both our local police and the college plus my numerous letters to this newspaper, calling for the arrests of the perverts cavorting in our fine park all with no results. With all that, you are not going to believe what happened this past Monday. As usual, I was walking my doggy Poochie and as I waited behind a tree for him to do his business, I noticed a young man and a woman lying together on the lawn. They were kissing as if their lives depended on it and were paying no heed to me. When I knelt down to pet my beloved dog I could look right up this woman's dress and as god as my witness this trollop was not wearing undergarments at all. She cared not a fig as she displayed her godless wears before me or any other poor soul who happened to walk behind this tree as I had. I knelt both stunned and outraged by what I was seeing when all of a sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see an officer of the law and I started to thank him for finally doing his job. No and in all of the unmitigated gall, instead of taking this harlot away in chains he arrested me on a charge of peeping tom. He told me the campus had been receiving complaints about me. No one seemed to care about the sins committed by these young heathens. Now they were saying that what I was forced to witness was all right but that my watching this was a crime. Well now that I see this town is right out of a George Orwell novel and as soon as I have my day in court, I will leave this place never to return. Signed, Leonard Shakky. * Editor's Note: When Mr. Shakky had his day in court, it was discovered that he had three prior convictions of a peeping tom nature. After pleading guilty, he was sentenced to three years and will be forced to register as a sex offender once he is released. His poor dog Poochie turned out to be a stuffed dog that he took to the park as a ruse. Letters to the Editor Ch. 02 I apologise to all the people who were promised follow-ups to my previous stories. I have lost the data twice and have decided that Fate, helped by my stupidity decrees otherwise -I have started again. Apologies also to anyone who expected a reply to e-mails, please note I have now a new address. Regards, Quin. ***** The editor picked out another letter from the sheaths of papers in the file. This one featured a different scenario concerning the theme of horny wives. Settling down in his chair he began to read. Dear Sir, You asked the question in your magazine on how much unusual sexual activity goes on out there and how much is imagined. Here is my story though some won’t believe it. When I was eighteen I helped out at the local parish hall. We live in a very small country town where everyone knows each others business. Or so they think! The number of volunteers varies depending on the importance of the event, though there is a hard core of eight men. Actually it is three men and five boys – the boys being aged from eighteen to early twenties – the men in their late forties and fifties. After a few months I noticed how tight knit this group was – almost secretive. As I was the only one that worked with them on a regular basis I started to take exception to the way I was dismissed at certain times when I knew there was lots to do. It usually consisted of, “We can manage now thanks! You may as well go home or do whatever you do.” Something else I noticed was that the wife of one of the community leaders seemed to appear at unusual times and stayed to help with things that she really wasn’t connected with. Many times it coincided with the days or evenings I was sent away. As she was a real good looker it made it even more annoying, though I thought she was too high class for anyone there. She was about mid thirties, tall and slim but big busted with long dark hair - and amazing legs too. What I found strange was that when her husband was present that she didn’t seem half as friendly with the others. More than once I felt impatience on her and the group’s part while they waited for her husband, and then me, to leave. Why her husband never noticed I couldn’t imagine – maybe he did. As he spent so much time away mostly she wasn’t noticed. It was very odd that a woman like her would want to spend so much time with a group like that. When I talked about it to the others I was told in no uncertain terms that I asked too many questions and should “button-it.” To cover their overreaction one of the older men told me to keep quiet because she didn’t like people knowing how much time she spent helping in the evenings. It was put to me that I was privileged to be a part of the regular group. Not being stupid I knew that it would draw more attention if they purposely “banned” me. One night I went for a drink to the house of one of the other boys. I made a point to take advantage of the drunken state he had got himself in and questioned him about the group. He eventually let so many things slip about covering certain things up that he had to tell me the story. I had put it to him that I would broadcast it round the town that they were hiding something. He became really scared but being under the influence he said that if I gave him my oath that I would never tell – he would divulge the secret. He said that when everyone else has gone and they know that they shouldn’t get interrupted the councillor’s wife gets undressed for them. She puts on a little show and parades about in her sexy underwear while they all work. Guess what? I laughed. “What a load of fucking bullshit!” I jeered at him. “Come on – you can do better than that!” “It’s true!” he pleaded. “They will fucking kill me if they knew I had told you.” “And why on earth should she want to do that?” I laughed mockingly. “Well, because it all started when the older men caught her one night with two of the boys. She was in a back room – they watched through a small window for a while. She let them play with her tits and then when she was jerking them off the men burst in.” “So you’re saying its blackmail?” I asked. “Not exactly – it started off like that. They told the boys to wait outside then after a while they came out and told the boys how much trouble they were in – unless they could come to some arrangement and be trusted to keep their mouth shut. Apparently when the boys had left, Mary, Councillor Thomas’s wife, was begging the men not to tell. They told her that they wanted what the boys had just had. She agreed to let them have their way and they both played with her tits while they took turns to be wanked off. Then they told her that she would be expected to do much more in return for them keeping quiet. The men had to keep the boys from talking so they were let in on the arrangement. Mary was told she would have to be nice to them all. The snag was that other boys knew – that’s how I come into the picture. When the men found out they had no choice but to include them. That’s basically how the group came into being. What was not expected was that she enjoyed it. She is what is known as a submissive. There are certain things that she likes and that’s her chance to indulge and let them happen. She likes to show off her body and watch young boys masturbate over her. The men do other things with her too. So, it’s not blackmail anymore – she likes to do it. The first night that we all met one of the men told her to take off her skirt and top so that we could admire her body as we worked. That became a regular thing. She walks around in bra and panties until we are all turned on and then we take her in the back room.” I laughed and said, “You tell a good story for a man who’s drunk.” “Your mouth will get you in trouble – and me too. Keep quiet if you know what’s good for you. It goes beyond what I have told you. Just keep quiet – that’s all I’m saying.” I was intrigued by his last comment about “goes beyond” then I asked myself the question your magazine asked. Is there really lots of kinky illicit sex out there in the so-called nice neighbourhoods – or do people just fantasise?” I didn’t see the guy I spoke to for a day or so. When I did he wouldn’t talk to me. What I did notice was his black eye and bruises. Someone had given him a real beating. I was scared myself now. I was eighteen and getting out of my depth. I debated whether or not I should turn up the next time a function was on and volunteers were required. I decided I would have to face the music eventually. If the guy had got a beating because of what he had told me then I figured they would want to make sure I wasn’t a threat - either by coercion or by a similar beating to scare the shit out of me. Two weeks passed before an event arose that required the use of volunteers. The regular parish hall people were putting on a play so quite a bit or work was required in the stage area, with scenery and things. I reluctantly turned up and as the evening wore on people left and I found myself with just the group. A couple of others had been “encouraged” to go home so now I was about to disappear of my own accord. The councillor’s wife Mary had just arrived with some material for the scenery. “You can stay tonight,” I was told abruptly. I told them I had better go when the boy with the bruises snapped at me, “Stay!” It was though he was saying that as he had to suffer a beating because of me I wasn’t going to be given a choice. I nodded and found a job to keep me busy at the same time watching my back. After an hour had passed I noticed the men whispering to the woman. Now I felt quite excited. For the first time a little fact had suddenly dawned on me. It was that if the boy had got a beating – then the rest of his story could be true – which meant, unbelievably, that this classy woman would be taking her clothes off. Never happen surely? Had they, hopefully, forgotten that I was there? I was lost in my own thoughts when suddenly I was aware that Mary was just a few feet from me. As she turned to walk away she glanced over and smiled. The front of her jacket was opened to reveal a white half-cup bra. As though nothing was amiss she walked back to the stage that was at the other end of the room from me. Had it come opened accidentally? I watched and waited for her to fasten it back up – there was no way it could have gone unnoticed for so long – she didn’t touch it. Trying not to be so obvious I carried on with my task, occasionally looking across the room. She climbed a step ladder, just a few rungs. One of the men walked over to steady it for her. Then his hand went up her skirt to stroke her thigh – it stayed up. Others had noticed and stopped to watch. She was allowing the man to put his hand between her legs. She didn’t flinch or attempt to move. When she finally came down from the steps the man kissed her roughly then she, not he, pulled off her jacket. She was now in skirt and bra. A boy standing near to her came behind her and as he kissed her neck his arm came round to her front to feel her tits. Passively she stood and let him grope her. The woman was eventually allowed to carry on and everybody got on with their jobs. However, when I looked across a little later she had lost her skirt. I stood with hard cock watching this high class woman parade about in front of all these men and boys in just her little white panties and bra. A voice behind me spoke. “You wanted to be part of this so now you are. But any more shooting your mouth off and you’re dead!” For a long time I just watched her. I had an urge to get my cock out and wank but as no one else was I didn’t. Then I was called over to a little group – the woman joined us. She began to chat and asked me if I liked how she was dressed. I nodded stupidly. She said that she hoped I could be discrete and that she liked to have some fun with the men. If I talked I would be spoiling it for myself. Then she said she was going into the back room with two of the boys and would I like to join them. As I nodded again she took my hand and guided me into the back. My heart was racing now as I knew something sexy was going to happen. She told me to stand near her and whispered to me that I could feel her breasts. I shook with nerves as I moved my hand to her tits and squeezed and rubbed the outside of her bra. She said, “What else have you been told happens here?” I told her, “Nothing really – I was just told you like to walk about in your “undies” and turn everyone on. She gently pulled me toward a chair and sitting down on it she pulled me in front of her. I was shaking and stunned as she unzipped my pants and unfastened my belt. She took out my cock and kissed the end. “Are you going to be a good boy and keep quiet?” she asked. I answered in the affirmative. “Then here’s a little reward and encouragement for you.” She took me in her mouth and gave me an amazing blow job – when I lost control she put her hand on my arse and kept me in until she had swallowed every last drop. Though I was depleted and well satisfied I stayed and watched. It had kicked off an amazing gang bang with two lads getting alternately sucked then one lifting her up and sitting her on his cock facing away from him. While he fucked her someone else stuck a dick in her mouth and masturbated. She loved every minute of it, becoming more and more insatiable and frantic. The finale was even more amazing. The two older men entered and undressed. Without speaking she stopped what she was doing and bent over a chair with her arse in the air. “She’s ready now, sufficiently turned on,” someone said, then, looking at me they said, “This is what she likes.” From somewhere a small riding crop appeared and there was a loud thwack as it landed on her now bare buttocks. Three more stinging strokes made their mark and her arse was now red and twitching. As the crop landed she gave a yell of pain but made no attempt to move away. The man with the crop suddenly pointed at a boy and said, “You can take a turn tonight.” The boy quickly took of what remaining clothes he had on and knelt on his knees. The woman was pulled up from the chair and with little guidance she stood in front of the boy and opened her legs wide. Holding his head she pulled his face into her crotch and he began to lick and kiss her cunt. Her hips started to move as she gently grinded her genitals fucking the boys face. Then it started again, one blow followed the other as her arse was lashed. It seemed to me that the cries of pain had become cries of ecstasy. She finally worked herself up to one hell of an orgasm almost suffocating the boy with her crotch. Over the next eight or nine months when her husband was at a safe distance and we where assembled in the hall in she would come and an orgy or something near to one would follow. I saw many things happen, the most surprising event being when quite by chance I caught one of the men and the vicar escorting her and another man to the back door of his house. Not being able to resist spying I spent an hour watching her being abused in all sorts of ways by the two men while the vicar watched. He became very excited when after using the crop they took turns to fuck her anally. Her “punishment” for being a naughty girl was for the vicar to urinate in her mouth while she knelt before him. I guess that’s what my drinking pal had meant when he said it went beyond what he was able to tell me. It turned out that I wasn’t as clever as I thought I was - I wasn’t the only one to notice what was happening. Many others were either in on it or chose not to get involved. Rumour had it that her husband knew of his wife’s little weaknesses. When September came I left that small town and haven’t been back since. The editor, being young himself, had imagined himself in the role of the writer and was now starting to feel a little turned on. “I think I know another reason why they kept these letters,” he told himself. Slowly he unzipped his pants and picked up another sheet of paper. Dear Sir, Let me warn your readers how indulging in a sexual adventures can quickly get out of hand. After experiencing some financial problems my wife and I found ourselves almost destitute and on the point of losing our home. Though we and our 18yr old daughter “tightened our belts” somewhat we still were desperate to raise much needed cash. I had a new job though it didn’t pay enough. About a year before this some friends of ours, a couple in their early forties had, what they described as, “discovered sexual freedom” What they really meant was that they had become involved with people who swapped partners and indulged in group sex, etc. They were constantly trying to persuade my wife and me to join with them in these adventures. One thing the husband, Jack, had become almost obsessed with was watching his wife with other men. Though we never joined in their games he delighted in telling me almost every detail. He watched his wife being touched up, partially undressing, and generally showing off her body to other men. He hinted that she had, on a few occasions, gone much further. He had also made it very clear to me that he would like to watch me with his wife, and that she would be more than willing to have a threesome. To say that sex had taken over their lives would not be an exaggeration as she was as fixated as he was. When he learnt of our plight he promised to try to help in some way. One evening he told us that to supplement our earnings from our regular jobs he knew of a chance of some occasional work that didn’t demand lots of time and paid quite a bit – “for the right person”. We let him explain – the job turned out to be that my wife would pose for a group of his friends - men that liked the slightly more mature “housewifely” model. They were quite prepared to pay good money for discrete, non-professional women and girls. My wife, now thirty-nine was the ideal candidate he told us. He went on to explain that she would probably start off with up-skirt shots then go on to pose in various stages of undress. She would need to have various sexy, flimsy items of underwear. He emphasized the point that it wasn’t fashion photography or tame poses. They were amateurs that wanted sexy photos. There would be no fancy assistants working out the perfect lighting or makeup artists in attendance. For lots of reasons they preferred classy-looking “lady-next-door” types. He certainly gave us the hard sell – but we said no thanks. Inevitably we talked about it and I was surprised that my wife gave it quite a bit of consideration. Then, when things got ever more desperate the subject came up again. I told her that the money offered wouldn’t be enough to make much difference but she pointed out that at least it would be money that our creditors – or the taxman – wouldn’t know we had. She reasoned that as she sunbathed topless when on holiday on the beach or by a hotel pool it wouldn’t be a big deal. And, she added, younger girls showed off all the time nowadays – times had changed. She persuaded me to let her give it a go. I thought she seemed a little too keen but we were desperate for every penny we could get so I agreed – on condition that I accompanied her. Now that’s the first thing that didn’t work out as planned! Our friend made the arrangements and the evening came round for the session to take place. Discretion was the key word, everyone could be trusted, and payment would be cash in hand. No problems except for one thing – I was called into work and couldn’t go with her. That was the nature of the job and I couldn’t afford to argue. I hoped she would want to cancel but she reminded me of how much we needed every penny – I had no choice – off she went. The thing was, that I had watched her get ready and saw how she had picked out her sexy see-through black lacy panties and bra and I had become very horny as I watched her pull up silky stay-up stockings. The way she finished off her outfit with tight skirt and even tighter top made me feel that she was really getting into it and was without doubt going to enjoy posing for this group of strangers. I felt very jealous and anxious when I had to leave for work just minutes before she left. The following morning she was quite happy to tell me just how they had asked her to pose and even admitted that she had been quite daring when she had willingly, in just her panties had spread her legs and posed as though she was touching herself. She told me how the men, about a dozen of them became more turned on as they started with her flashing lots of thigh and then slowly and teasingly expose her underwear. She didn’t mind admitting that she noticed how their trousers had bulges by the time she was ready to drop her skirt. When I asked if she had been completely naked or if they touched her she denied both and clammed up saying that she had told me everything. Three more times she went but only once was I able to go with her. It seemed a much tamer and less daring session than the ones she had described, due, she said to my being present – I was putting the men off requesting certain poses. The men themselves appeared friendly and not at all perverts or sex- fiends. I felt weird and uncomfortable sitting in a corner of the room watching my wife strip off and pose for these strangers but they did their best to make me feel OK. My wife made no secret of the fact she enjoyed the work. The money was far more than I had expected but I reasoned that they were wealthy men and could well afford it – their photographic equipment must have cost a small fortune. I was a bit envious and jealous of them – and worried that my wife liked it too much. I couldn’t deny that it did strange things to me as I watched or thought of her posing when I wasn’t there. One day I asked her, “Surely they don’t pay for you to pose in the same positions every time – what else do they ask you to do?” Letters to the Editor Ch. 02 She was never reluctant to tell me about her sessions – or the fact that she enjoyed herself. However, the fact that they were mainly older men, a bit past it and she considered that she was safe from being seduced didn’t reassure me any more. She seemed a bit nervous when she said that sometimes there are different men and the same poses will do. She added a few new tales just to keep me from asking more. “They did get me to just slip my panties over my bum cheeks a bit while I bend forward slightly – that was a different pose – and, well, put my hand inside my panties.” “You must have been asked by now to take them off – have you?” I asked. “I don’t want any trouble caused over this,” she explained. “Yes, a couple of times I have taken them off – they offered extra money – but I didn’t do open leg shots – I was sideways on to them with just an open shirt on pretending to, well, masturbate, with one hand between my legs.” My nerves tingled and my heart thumped – I didn’t know what to feel. Was there anything else she wasn’t telling me? I was angry too but at the same time my cock was getting hard – I was aroused. We rowed a bit – “So was you actually playing with yourself?” I snapped. Unbelievably she answered, “I did enough to make it realistic – I moved my fingers around a bit. OK! I admit I enjoyed letting them watch me do it but I was always turned sideways on to them. They couldn’t really see anything and I thought I would give them a little treat and get more money.” I went away for a while and thought about what she had told me – it upset, enraged and scared me – but I pulled myself off thinking about it. The money was extremely useful, it was making a difference. All in all I was reluctant to call a halt to her visits – though I never had expected her to enjoy them so much. In conversation with our friend I told him of my misgivings. His suggestion was that if I wasn’t able to accompany her very often that he could arrange to keep me posted of how things went. He would find out from his friends how the sessions went and could even possibly obtain a few of the pictures – all without my wife knowing. “You can see just how far things go when you’re not there,” he said. “But – it will cost you – not money of course. In return I want you to come round to our place – I’ll tell my wife I want her to put on a show for you. I want to see you with each other. It’s up to you – how desperate are you to know what your wife is doing?” He was obsessed with making his fantasy come true, one way or another he was determined to get me and his wife to perform for him. I cursed and swore at him and told him no, but he simply smiled. Three days later I had given up and told him to go ahead. I told him I was neither emotionally nor mentally inclined to have sexy fun with his wife – but if it turned him on watching her flash her body for me then OK, I would happily drink his whiskey while she did. So a few nights later, off I went to his house. Sitting down with a drink he told me he had borrowed quite a few pictures telling them that it was just for his pleasure and he wanted to look at his leisure. Patiently I waited, sipping my drink and chatting. His wife joined us and sat by him directly across from me. She was wearing a silky housecoat and I could only imagine what was underneath. In time after crossing and uncrossing her legs it fell open to show her bare thighs. I was beginning to feel a twinge in my groin. Jack rose to fill my glass and at the same time threw me an envelope. Slowly and silently I thumbed through the pictures making an effort not to show any overreaction. If I went “ape-shit” now he wouldn’t show me any more thinking I might start trouble for his friends. I disguised my feelings of jealousy and resentment – and outrage at the way my wife was posing, the sluttish expressions on her face. These weren’t the carefully posed shy housewife ones with her coyly exposing little bits of her body. These were photos of her tweaking her nipples as she looked straight at the camera and lifting her skirt to show her hand between her legs. She hadn’t merely removed her panties and carefully posed sideways on, the cameras (and presumably lots of men) had snapped away as she obligingly let them savour every little movement as she took them off. On more than one her vagina was in plain view. The last few showed her on a bed naked from the waist down with her hands sliding down to her pussy, though most were closed-legged the last couple of that batch showed her with one knee bent and her fingers clearly opening her vaginal lips. The look on her face was one of a sexually aroused woman – and it wasn’t being faked. Shaking slightly and with stomach turning over I glanced across at my hosts. Though he had warned me of what the “payment” would be it was still a shock to see that he had undone the front of his wife’s gown and was quite calmly playing with her tits. She in turn was looking at me and smiling, at the same time as she caught my gaze she spread her legs to reveal a very flimsy pair of panties hardly covering her crotch. Her hand went to her husbands fly and without taking her eyes off me she pulled out his penis and gently pulled on his foreskin. Now my mind was becoming confused, as I thought about my wife my penis rose and I felt a weird feeling of anger and arousal mixed into one. In front of me was my friend’s wife, blatantly putting on a sex show. My brain confused the two – is this the sort of thing that my wife did – when the camera’s stopped. “Are you ready to see the rest?” Jack asked me as his wife pulled back his foreskin. My mixed anger and excitement made me almost loose my voice. I answered with a nod and he rose to take a large packet from a drawer. His wife meantime calmly undid her gown fully and parted the two halves to display the rest of her body. All the time she looked at me with a seductive smile. If I thought my heart could race no faster I was wrong. Inside the package were two bundles and as I nervously pulled out the first the top picture was of my wife standing next to a man. What could this mean? This was a different ballgame altogether. Never had she mentioned posing with a man! They were both fully dressed with my wife in a twin set looking almost business like. It was taken in a kitchen and posed to look like “housewife has male caller” all very normal. The next picture was similar, except that she was smiling at someone out of shot – and the man was about to unfasten her jacket. The third was of her with jacket now unfastened showing a very sexy half cup bra – the man in shot now had his hand on her naval just above the waistband of her skirt – and she was still looking at someone positioned at her opposite side. The next showed the man touching her tits, my heart raced when I also noticed her head cocked to one side ready to receive the kiss of the other man who was now coming into shot. Where the first few showed three-quarter views of their bodies the next were full length shots. My wife stood against the kitchen worktop while hands crept up her leg and pulled her skirt with them. Clearly they were a continuous set meant to tell a story. I was almost scared of seeing just how far they went. By the time I had thumbed through the next six I was dumbstruck. Expecting them to show her being fully undressed, and hopefully that would be the end, they had taken a different turn. Her hand had strayed to their groins. I looked at one that showed her tits being taken from her bra then noticed her hand was now inside their trousers. Three more on and now her knickers were being taken off – the next showed her holding two very stiff cocks – her skirt was round her waist and her slit could be clearly seen. I was visibly shaking and when I looked up I saw my friend’s wife with one hand on her crotch and the other on her husband’s dick. Almost not wanting to see the rest I reluctantly focused my gaze back on the remaining photos. One man was stood in front of my wife, her legs almost wrapped around his midriff while she held the cock of the other. Was it simulated intercourse done just for the camera? The next one proved otherwise – a close up showed that she was well and truly being fucked – and the expression on her face told me she was enjoying it. Well, the rest were unbelievable, she was fucked by both in several positions both front and back. I was almost coming to the final few when I felt Linda, Jack’s wife, slowly unzip my fly. The surprise of feeling her hand had now caused me to focus on her. “You look a bit upset after seeing those,” she said. “You’re dead right!” I answered. “It’s still made your penis go hard – seeing your wife like that has turned you on whether you admit it or not.” As I looked to answer her it suddenly hit me that she had taken off her panties, and now she had my dick in her hand masturbating me. “Be honest – all this is exciting you like nothing ever has before,” she said slowly. Her husband was quietly watching and pulling his cock. “Finish looking at the rest,” she ordered. I was feeling an intense urge to drag her down to the floor and fuck her, hard. I forced myself to look at the few photos left in my hand and almost yelled out loud as I saw what they depicted. She, my wife, was with different men – the pictures were not part of the sequence – and she was performing oral sex on them. One showed her with tongue out licking a bell-end while to her right her hand was wrapped around another that had obviously just ejaculated. “Your wife likes cock doesn’t she?” Linda commented almost teasingly. “That’s what justifies her getting the extra money – that’s what’s paying your bills,” shouted Jack from across the room. “Admit it,” Linda whispered, “It’s excited you seeing that.” She was still working on my dick. A dozen emotions zipped through my body – and I was rattled and mad. Grabbing hold of Jack’s wife I pulled her down and quickly unfastening my pants properly I positioned myself over her. She had already opened her legs like the slut she was waiting with a smile on her face. I fucked her hard and for a long time and when I was tired of doing it from the front I turned her over and fucked her doggy fashion. I took out my frustration on her – she represented my slut of a wife. When it was time to shoot my load I pulled out of her cunt and told her to open her mouth. Grabbing hold of her hair I shot my sperm down her throat. She licked and swallowed and just grinned like a madwoman – she loved it. As I began to feel the deflation of my sexual urges I was suddenly pushed out of the way by her husband. Now he started to pummel into her. Vocally she urged him on telling him to fuck her harder. As I slowly dressed I left them to it – but not before I had a quick last look of the photographs, especially the last ones. Now all this should have really ended there but somehow I never attempted to stop it. The money was helping a lot but I knew that there was another reason. I was hoping that my wife would tell me without being pressured what she doing for “extras”. I wanted her to tell me herself that she had gone much further and that, OK she was enjoying the sex but it was no threat to us. A few weeks later, after which she had been on a session about another three times, I made a suggestion. “Why don’t we call it a day and try and manage or find some other part time job?” She refused point blank. “Not after we have come this far. It has taken a lot to do this, why let things slip backwards again? It’s good money for just a couple of hours work. We are nearly over the worst and besides, our daughter needs things. She has helped us as much as she can from what little she earns; now she could use more money. It would all have been for nothing.” What could I say – it would have to carry on for now? The next two weeks went by in a blur. Sometimes I would go round to Jacks and as we drank and talked his wife would find an excuse to do something sexy and try to turn me on. Usually it would end up with her sat between us letting us fondle her – then she would fondle us, bringing us off in various ways. I always seemed to feel more aroused when we had talked about my wife’s “casual work”. More than once I fucked Linda while her husband sat and watched. It was a weird situation, and very depraved, but when one day they told me they had a surprise for me it was to become much worse. “Come round, tonight if you can – we have something that will interest you.” Leaving my wife at home with our daughter watching TV I went round to Jack’s. After a couple of drinks I asked, “So what have you got to show me?” His wife was dressed for sex in very short mini skirt and tits almost hanging out of her top. I wondered whether they were just playing a silly game, wanting me to have a threesome with them. She came over to me. “It’s so exciting I will have to pin you down to your seat,” she said. Then lifting her skirt she revealed that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Straddling my knee she unzipped my pants and took out my cock. “Maybe it will be better if you undress, at least take your pants off,” she said. Becoming slightly vexed, but now a little aroused I went along with it. Now she straddled me again facing me and sank my cock into her cunt. “I’ve got hold of a video,” Jack announced, “It will interest you, show you what our little group gets up to.” So they were going to show me a video of them fucking with their friends, I thought? Linda nuzzled her head on my shoulder and gently kissed my neck and nibbled my ear. Turning her head slightly she could just about see the screen. The film started without titles showing a large living room. Several people were sat about but as the lighting was poor not much detail could be seen. There where three elderly men, then I made out two youngish boys about eighteen or nineteen. It seemed the camera was on a tripod as it simply panned the room from the same position, occasionally zooming in a little. Everyone was quite happily chatting away and sipping drinks and all seemed normal. “So where are the women?” I asked sarcastically. I had no sooner said it than the camera zoomed a little nearer to focus on a person who was sat at the end of a couch whom until then had been hidden by the others. Fuck! It was my wife! Something was said and one of the younger boys moved and sat next to my wife. Another man appeared, about mid thirties and perched on the arm of the couch so my wife was just below him. Comments and gestures were made to the boy by the others as though encouraging him to do something. Then he hesitantly put a hand on my wife’s thigh and leant to kiss her on the cheek. My wife slightly hitched her skirt so that the boys hand was now on her bare skin. It seemed the audience was about to watch her entice the young boy into sex games – and now, so was I! After she let the youth kiss her on the lips a couple of times she very deliberately started to unfasten her shirt and display her breasts to the boy. She took hold of his hand and placed it inside her bra then rubbed the outside of his trousers. Now it seemed the room came to life. Lights were turned on, the camera position improved. This was a planned sex session; they were going to film my wife seducing a young boy. God, she was old enough to be his mother! The background showed that some of the watchers had taken their dicks from their pants and were masturbating as they watched the show. How had my wife become so amazingly depraved in such a short time? My heart was once more pounding as I watched her unzip the boy and take out his cock. The look on her face said she was really enjoying herself. She whispered to the boy then very nervously he lifted her skirt to show her panties. For the next few minutes my wife seemed to instruct the boy on how to touch her. Then, as she said something else and gestured I watched as he slid down between her legs and started to remove her panties. Involuntarily I felt my hips start to move slightly against Linda’s crotch, my own cock was amazingly hard. The sexual feeling was once again at odds with some of the thoughts that flashed into my head. If I was mad and disgusted and betrayed how could I be aroused too? Placing her hands gently round the boy’s head she drew him in to her groin and instructed him to lick and kiss her. I couldn’t help increase my own movements as I watched – this is my wife I kept telling myself. For some reason I was too frightened to let my friends know just how aroused I was becoming – I shouldn’t have been aroused at all. The others in the room took no photos – they just played with their cocks and watched. Except the man sat on the arm, he took out his penis - then he shifted position and offered it to my wife’s mouth. Without hesitating she reached out and took hold of it – and eagerly began to suck away! I watched in disbelief having to remind myself that this was my own wife. Between her legs was a young boy that was licking her twat while another man had his penis in her mouth - and around her an audience of masturbating men. My attention was brought back to the screen when the man she was sucking ejaculated and she blatantly held her mouth open to let the camera catch the shot. She needed no instruction or persuasion, no way could she say that she had been pressured or bribed. She quite happily licked and swallowed every drop. Like a woman possessed she lifted up the boy and pulled down his pants – this seemed to be the highlight of the show for the others. She grabbed his buttocks then, with him knelt in front of her and spreading her legs she guided his penis inside her opening and bounced him up and down. It wasn’t so much he fucking her as she fucking him! The boy was in seventh heaven, fucking a woman old enough to be his mother – and it seemed, so was she. Only a few minutes passed before the excitement became too much for him and she held him tight as he came inside her. A few seconds of film later showed the occupants of the room were all sat back recovering or refilling glasses. The boy was exhausted on the floor while my wife was still sat with legs akimbo and skirt around her waist sipping a large drink. I had become conscious of just how much movement I had been giving Linda. She wriggled her arse as I thrust slowly into her. Now as I expected the film was reaching it’s conclusion I became still trying to gather my thoughts. Mixed emotions still swirled around my head, in spite of my wife’s betrayal and sordid behaviour it had thrilled me in a mind-blowing way. My movements quickened as I gave in to the excitement and began to fuck Linda. “Patience,” she whispered, “There is more. Did you enjoy watching that?” I couldn’t lie or pretend anymore, “Yes!” I uttered. It felt so surreal, having a friend’s wife embedded on your cock while you watch a film of your own wife fucking a boy. Even more so when Linda admitted in front of her husband that she would like to fuck a young boy too. They certainly were a kinky couple, I thought – but what comes next. I studied the expression on my wife’s face and wished there had been a soundtrack. She seemed calm and comfortable and her eyes told me that she was still very turned on. Now an older man sat beside her and played with her pussy – she was still sat opened legged with raised skirt, sipping her drink. I was almost becoming impatient for something to happen when on the film the door opened. In strode two men, one a large black guy, both well built and thirty- something. I almost laughed – there always had to be a big black guy in porn films – and with a big cock – it was almost racist, the big taboo – your wife fucks a black guy! Having said that my excitement gathered pace – then the worst shock I could ever imagine – behind them walked a female – my daughter. Letters to the Editor Ch. 02 Linda whispered in my ear, “This is why I thought we might have to tie you down.” She wriggled about as though the act of seeing me shocked was arousing her. I was unable to do or say anything – I became numb. “Watch what happens,” Linda whispered again. Impatiently I waited for the camera, which now showed only her head and shoulders to pan out. I expected to see shock on her face as she saw her mother sat having her cunt played with – none showed. Had my wife had time to adjust her clothing before being noticed? What the hell was my daughter doing there anyway? Had she come to give her mother a ride home? How much did she know? The camera eventually panned out to show my daughters full frame and then the room. “Fucking Hell!” The exclamation just blurted out from my mouth. My eyes ran over the scene before me and I gasped loudly. My daughter was dressed in an impossibly short black dress, short enough so that as she stood normally with legs straight the little mound of material covering her pubic area was visible to all. Stay-up stockings finished a few inches from the top of her thigh leaving bare flesh on show before the dress even began. Her top was unbuttoned to show an amazing cleavage made possible from a much too tight bra. She was dressed for a purpose, for the sexual pleasure of others. There was no way anyone could wear that outfit in public. She stood in front of two seated elderly men and appeared to enjoy their lustful gaze. As the camera moved out a little more I was staggered to see her mother had made no attempt to cover up. Still she sipped her drink while she almost ignored the man who was now sat with his face in her cunt licking her. The camera closed in slightly on my daughter and was directly in front of her as she bent her legs to sit. With camera focused between her legs I could see everything the men in the room could see. The thin material of her panties had folded in her slit leaving nothing to the imagination. The skirt of the dress might as well have been non-existent. Someone spoke and waved their arm around - my daughter smiling, stood and obediently slowly turned to display herself – then with her back to her audience showing the tops of her legs she bent forward and displayed her arse for all to see. I felt my penis twitch, there was something extra exciting about watching my daughter perform for these men. Hands touched her arse and one man slipped his fingers under her panties and pushed against her bum hole. As the material was so thin it was almost transparent, every movement could be seen clearly. I let out an audible moan which made Linda wriggle. A few minutes of tape showed her panties being pulled to one side and various fingers inserted in her. Then as the camera went to her front I shouted, “Oh my God! Fucking Hell!” The screen showed my wife stood in front of our daughter – next to her was the black guy – without his lower clothing – and my goodness he was big! My wife unclipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground, now she was naked from waist down. Her hand reached out to hold the black man’s cock -in the same frame hardly six inches away at the same level as the mans cock was the face of our daughter. My wife moved closer so now her cunt was next to the black dick. She pushed the helmet of the cock just against her pussy lips and moved very slightly even nearer our daughters face. My wife moved her hips as though having a slow fuck then astonishingly she withdrew the penis and pushed it into our daughter’s mouth. And even more amazing was that our girl eagerly gobbled on it. I screamed and swore and moved up and down and shook. “It’s OK,” Linda’s whisper was in my ear again, “Don’t be scared of admitting it excites you. It does, doesn’t it – you’re going to love watching your wife help these men to fuck your daughter? Let yourself go and enjoy it – you don’t have to pretend with us.” I grabbed Linda tightly and bucked my hips against her groin. Though I tried to appear to be furious I was feeling an incredibly perverted sense of excitement. On the screen the camera now focused on the events at my daughter’s rear. Her panties were being stripped off then as they passed below her knees I watched dumbfounded as the flat hand of a man gave a sharp slap across the middle of her bum. Her muscles tensed then relaxed pushing out to show the brown little hole just above her young cunt. I grunted and groaned as the next half-hour was spent in another dimension watching one man after the other fuck both my daughter and my wife in every hole possible. Needless to say, every couple of weeks I still go to Jack’s for a drink and spend time with him and his wife watching a video or looking at photographs. Our finances are great but my wife suggests that the extra money will always come in useful – and our daughter invests her savings wisely and always seems very happy. Like Jack, I think I have become addicted to watching others have sex. Yours truly, The editor stopped reading, he was about to explode and make a mess of the desktop. When he eventually began to refasten his trousers he heard the sound of his employer returning from the bar. “At least I have the chance to read the rest some other time,” he mumbled. Letters to the Editor Ch. 03 When the other men came back from their drink the three sat in the office and discussed business. The new editor took the first opportunity to bring the conversation back to the letters. "I've read more since you've been out – some folks have hell of a time – who said being married gets boring and dull?" "Not everyone who had written to us has had a good experience," said the older man. He seemed more familiar with the files and selecting a letter he passed it to his new employee, "Read this," he instructed. Dear Sir, I have read in your magazine about married couples having sexual escapades with others but I bet my story takes some beating. My wife works in a small industrial unit employing some two dozen people, mostly between 18 and twenty-five; just a few are over thirty. She is the supervisor and the work is unskilled low paid assembling and packing. They are very much left to their own devices as long as the job is running smoothly as the company's main setup is elsewhere. Management visit only about twice a week and my wife organises people to do mechanical and electrical repairs and as there is a late shift till eight at night she either goes back to work in the evenings or stays behind. When busy she will often work with the others helping and generally supervise. A perk of this is that she has, with her boss's knowledge, enabled me to do lots of electrical and electronic contract work for the company over the last two years. Having the run of the small factory no one was suspicious when they saw me with cables and camera's installing CCTV security. What they didn't know was that I had also installed my own little private system to spy on them. This was intended to be temporary and mainly as a prank. I had been teased about what various people get up to in the evenings when the work was finished and I joked with my wife that no wonder she didn't mind the extra hours. At Christmas they usually had an unofficial little party when they clocked out then go off to a club or pub. I decided to see if I could capture some of their drunken antics on video then in the New Year embarrass them when I played it back for them. My wife was aware that I knew about her enjoying the Christmas kisses under the mistletoe and how she let some of the males have a little feel of her tits when she had had a few drinks. It was also common knowledge that some of the staff went beyond that but as some were only casual labour and gone in the new-year no long term problems arose. My spy cameras were positioned in their little canteen, a small room with basic facilities and large kitchen sink and the corridor outside which had doors leading to ladies and gents toilets. I figured that if anyone was in a state their rush to the lavatory would make hilarious footage. I had thought about putting a camera in the toilets but considering the consequences if I should be caught out I decided not to. I also suspected that the little kitchen might be a good place to quietly disappear for a "quickie" - it would be great to catch someone with their trousers down. Maybe I could send it to one of the many TV programmes of the "caught on video" type. Anyway, the Christmas holiday, and the party, came and went. I had retrieved the tapes but being busy and having the wife at home meant that it was the first week of January before I had chance to view them. So there it was that one evening I settled down with a drink to see what I had captured. Sure enough from a slow start it began to show males and females either groping in the corridor or being dragged into toilets to fool about and make merry. A good time was being had by all, then as expected, some had too much to drink while others didn't seem sure where they where. A couple of times I caught my wife being kissed – and touched-up – once by a middle aged man then by a youth. She certainly didn't mind but what the hell – it was a Christmas party. Only once did anyone enter the little canteen, but it was neither revealing nor exciting. It had worked very well - I had enough material to cause much laughter and red faces when I played the tape for them. Perhaps I would wait until spring then invite them all round for a barbeque then show them their incriminating Christmas video. It would all be in good taste and for fun only. As these thoughts went through my head a group of maybe ten people came into the corridor. I reckoned they must now be ready to either leave or go on to a pub. They seemed to be jeering on a young couple who were in deep embrace, almost trying to swallow each other. My wife's face appeared at the back of the group, she stood laughing and just watching. Most seemed to be very intoxicated and as the young couple became more daring they where getting very excited. From the gestures and hand movements it was obvious what was transpiring. The couple, who I had previously known to be quite shy and restrained, were now, because of the drink being "egged on" by the crowd to go all the way. As the girls top was unfastened she began to chicken out then it seemed an agreement was reached. They would go into the toilet together and the others would wait outside – it seemed bets were being taken. I was beginning to feel a little aroused and wishing I had put a camera in the "lavs." The idea of watching this young couple have a drunken fuck was certainly a turn on. Then I noticed a young lad making a fuss – he obviously wanted to use the toilets for the reason they were there for. No chance, he was pushed away – when he attempted to use the ladies he was locked out and slapped. I laughed as his predicament finding it really funny when he moved away and tried to hold it in. He was quite drunk and wobbly but didn't appear to be ill, just not quite in control. Out of the blue my wife, slowly moved toward him and quietly spoke to him – was she just checking on his welfare? While the others were busy either jeering through the toilet door or engaged in kisses and fooling about I watched my wife quietly steer the boy away and enter the kitchen. Alarmed I quickly changed the tape and fast forwarded it knowing that somewhere it should have captured them entering. By now I was feeling apprehensive as to what her intention was – after all, the boy was bursting for a piss, not looking for a grope. I saw the door open and quickly put the tape back to normal speed. They entered, my wife guiding the boy who looked somewhat spaced out. He seemed to be trying to explain his problem, almost squeezing his legs together. My wife moved him toward the large kitchen sink, I gasped when I realised she was telling him to piss in the basin. As he mumbled something I saw her hand slide to his crotch – she was about to unzip him! Now she had his dick out and was directing it, holding it so that he could pee in the basin - he was struggling to reach over the sink. It seemed obvious that he was too intoxicated to realise just what was going on – he just wanted to pee and here was this lady old enough to be his mother, well, trying to help him. My wife shocked me as she held the young boys cock, I could tell from her expression and the way she held the boy that she was turned on. As the boy appeared once more to complain that the sink was too high, my wife dragged a chair in front of the sink – then she told him to stand on it. So before me on the screen was the vision of my wife holding the cock of a young boy who was stood on a chair and she was persuading him to piss. My head spun and my brain went numb, it was hard to believe that this thing had actually happened and the woman here was my wife. As I saw the first spurt of piss streaming out of the boys cock my jaw simply dropped in amazement. My wife, still with penis in her hand clearly smiled and held the boy tighter moving closer to him. Her head was about level with his dick and her face was now a mere inch or two from the stream of piss. The flow stopped when my wife pulled on his cock like she was masturbating him. Taking the opportunity my wife unfastened his belt and pulled his trousers down to his ankles. It was evident that she was becoming more excited and turned on. Now she stroked the boy's buttocks with her spare hand while she kissed his stomach, moving down to the top of his thigh. Very slowly she was pulling on his penis. Realising she was stopping him from pissing she relaxed her grip and watched intently, staring at the tip of his penis waiting for the yellow liquid to flow. Her face took on a joyful and excited look as the boy once more tried to empty his bladder. Then to my shock and horror, she moved her head even closer and put out her tongue – even closer still she went – then her tongue interrupted the flow as she let the boy's piss pass over it some dripping into her mouth. When the flow ebbed and was losing its force I looked on shaken and stunned as she performed one of the most ultimate of perversions – she moved between sink and boy and took the lot in her mouth. Holding it a few inches away from her open mouth the warm liquid squirted down her throat, then closing her lips around his shaft she sucked and drunk the last cupful, swallowing it all. The lad, now relieved of his discomfort climbed down from the chair and was immediately pulled by my wife into her bosom where she slowly started to gyrate against his groin. Clearly she was dying to be fucked and pulled her skirt high placing the boys' hands on her in an effort to stimulate him into taking the initiative. Silently I watched her efforts noticing how desperate she was becoming. The effects of the alcohol meant that the youth had no chance in a million of raising an erection. As the young boy eventually struggled to pull up his trousers my wife was having a last feel of his dick when suddenly the door shot open. Another youth entered and expressed his shock at the scene. For a minute my wife appeared to be trying to talk her way out of the embarrassment hoping the second youth wasn't going to call his friends in until eventually, with the first boy sitting down in a drunken stupor my wife found her self standing directly in front of the newcomer. I could see enough of this second boy's facial expression to tell me that he himself was far from drunk and that the scene he had witnessed had stirred his libido. Not knowing where my wife's mouth had been he clumsily grabbed her and planted a kiss fully on her lips. He must have been reasoning that as he had caught my wife, his boss, playing with his mate's cock that he was entitled to some of the action too. Watching very closely how my wife reacted I was again taken aback to see how quickly his fumbling and groping aroused her. She could hardly refuse him since he might tell all just what he had seen but this was more than he could have expected. It was her not he who pulled her skirt to her waist to display her charms. It was she, without prompting or persuasion that unzipped the lad and pulled out his penis – and this one was hard and ready. Her excitement on discovering this was shown on her face and her next action – that of stepping back and smartly peeling off her panties. I needed a sharp intake of breath as I watched my wife lean against the sink and spread her legs in a wide stance then hold her skirt high over her tummy button making her naked from the waist down – then invite this boy, young enough to be her son to slide his erect penis into her. This he did – and as she pushed her hips forward for him he gripped her buttocks and fucked away. The look on my wife's face was one of immense pleasure and ecstasy Just when I thought I had seen the worst, their movements had caused the first boy to make a slight recovery, though even though he was still incapable he attempted to stand and, with his dick still hanging from his pants wanted to join in. The one fucking my wife simply ignored him but as my wife still had her hands free she pulled him to her side. With her hips still thrust forward she had enough room to unfasten her top and removing her tits from her bra she put her hand behind the boys head and guided him down to suck her breasts. Apart from her own pleasure she seemed to enjoy the effect it had on the boy who was fucking her, looking at him as though her little show was for his extra thrill. I couldn't say with any honesty which of the fornicators came first but the looks on both their faces said everything. Before I drifted into a state of severe shock I saw how my wife's enthusiasm was only curtailed by the group interrupting them, even though both boy's by now were obviously depleted. Only with seconds to spare did they avoid detection. For a very long while I sat dumbstruck and stupefied at the events that I had witnessed. Over the next week, not quite knowing what action to take, I kept quiet. Divorce, murder and wife-beating came to mind but until I had planned my moves and felt clear minded I held back. It was necessary for my wife to work evenings in the New Year which gave me time to ponder on my own. Thinking that most of the workforce was also doing extra time I didn't suspect anything else was going on – until a loose comment by one of the men made me think again. Laughing, and making what he thought was an innocent joke he said, "You're wife's keen, staying on when everyone's gone home. Does she need the overtime?" As my wife was staff and didn't get paid overtime to him it was a joke. To me it raised the question that if all had gone home why did she stay? A few discrete questions told me that while others left at eight she didn't arrive home until after ten. No prizes for guessing what went through my head. I hadn't replaced the tapes in the secret recorders but neither had I had the time or inclination to remove the cameras. At the first chance I would now use my spy cams and to hell with caution – I was a man with a mission! I reasoned that if she was alone with someone in the place then maybe they wouldn't necessarily use the kitchen; the one in the corridor should be moved. Then I had a better idea – it was likely that by watching the corridor I would see who stayed behind and who used the different rooms – then I could plan where to site them. With great anxiety I sneaked into the building one night to sort my plan out. Then, with certain pictures flashing through my head it suddenly became apparent as to where I should site a camera. The image that had made the most impact and one I couldn't get out of my head was not just of her being fucked, but of discovering her perverted and unexpected fetish of actually drinking the boy's piss. It was a traumatic and unbelievable thought but I had to know if this was something she was prepared to indulge in again – after work and without the alcohol to influence and muddle her brain. Maybe it was just an isolated event – but I had to know. So without further ado and with a pounding heart I decided that the gentleman's washroom was the place to hide my secret camera. I found it incredible that I was doing this to catch out my own wife. Over the next few days I managed to retrieve and replace the tapes. Nothing was amiss for a while and watching them was becoming a bore when suddenly, after she had arrived home particularly late one night I just knew something had happened. The following day I swapped the tapes and in the evening I settled down with a stiff drink to play them back. The first half just showed a couple of people using the toilets then when the boy I knew walked down the corridor and into the gents I became more attentive. Others came and went with their coats as it was time for them to home - but the boy lingered. From the corridor I saw him disappear into the toilets once more then after a few seconds my wife appeared in shot, looked around and walked straight into the gents! Frantically I found the relevant tape and located the relevant place on it – the bit where my wife had just walked in. The tape showed the boy standing by the urinals, then the door slowly opened and I saw my wife enter and walk toward the boy. There was no pretence or hesitation – she put her arms around him and kissed him passionately on the lips. Turning him toward the troughs she led him to the urinals and while kissing his cheek and neck she unzipped him. My heart missed a beat and pounded so loud I could almost hear it. I watched with a slack jaw as she enticed him to piss for her, but because her touch had made him go hard he didn't find it easy. She seemed to be getting impatient then as a little spurt of pee came flowing out her excitement was unmistakable. The door opened again, into the washroom walked another boy. The same two boys from Christmas were once again with my wife but this time they were sober and all fully knew what they were doing - there could no excuses. Watching intently I saw the second boy casually walk behind my wife and begin to feel her tits. No embarrassment was shown as she continued to play with the first boys' cock as he in turn tried to let little spurts of pee gush forth. Unfastening her shirt they released her tits from her bra and both began to knead and massage them. Her skirt was undone and she allowed it to fall to the floor and scooping it up one boy tidily placed it on a coat hook – I was soon to see why. Now with open shirt and in just her panties she let the boys grope and maul her, licking and sucking her tits in turn as the other one kissed her and felt between her legs. After a while she spoke to them and gestured as though striking a bargain. The boys' then took a step back and I gasped as I saw them both carefully undress completely then stand before my wife totally naked. Smiling with apparent approval she then commenced to strip off the rest of her clothes, though left on her stockings. The sight of this made both boys cocks stand rigid. I realised that mine too was beginning to feel uncomfortable as it pushed against my trousers The thought of what my wife intended to do next took my breath away – surely she wasn't? It seemed so – I looked on wide-eyed and incredulous as she lifted her left foot knee high and rested it on a small cupboard. Her vagina must now have been wide open for all to see. One boy, without being told knelt down in front of her so his face was a mere few inches from her cunt. The other came to her side and she put her arm around his shoulder for balance. Her free hand then cupped the head of the kneeling boy and she drew him into her. For several minutes I watched as she enjoyed the tongue and lips of the boy performing oral sex on her as his companion tended to her nipples. With increasing force her hips made small circular movements as she grinded her sex organs against the youth's mouth. The expression on my wife's face told me that she was immensely aroused and not far from orgasm – but I knew there was going to be more. Now she slowed down, the boy pulled back slightly and I almost screamed with shock as I saw his mouth open wide. Obediently he waited and even though by now I had realised what she was about to do I still couldn't believe my eyes. The flow started slowly and hesitantly at first sending dribbles of liquid down her leg. Then it burst forth – a stream of yellow piss – my wife's piss – aimed directly into the boys' mouth. How had she managed to do it, I wondered? How had she been able to entice and corrupt these two youths and teach them in how to satisfy her fetish? The boy had done this before, he knew how to close his throat and let the liquid fill up his mouth before letting it overflow to run down his body. Every few seconds he would spit out the contents of his facial cavity. My wife's eyes never left the sight of the nude boy sat before her, a wicked smile spread across her cheeks. Suddenly her lust increased and she roughly, with the flow of pee about to subside pushed her cunt into the boys' face and bucked her hips as though she was being violently fucked. Pulling away from him she turned her body ninety degrees and without wasting time she grabbed the erect cock of the second boy and rammed it inside her pussy. Now the second boy, fresh, full of energy, and very aroused at what he had witnessed was only too pleased to pound away and fuck my wife for all he was worth. I found that I was playing with my penis as I watched this filthy display from the woman I had married. Letters to the Editor Ch. 03 With her tits bouncing she held on to the boy who, overcome with excitement quickly lost control and I saw his body stiffen as he shot his cum into my wife's wet cavern. For a second they remained calm and then as the first boy rose from the pool of piss he had been sitting in, with dick still hard my wife turned once again in his direction. Stroking his cock with one hand she spoke to both and smiled waiting for a response – I saw them both hesitantly nod. Another gasp hissed from my lungs and my penis twitched as my wife slowly and deliberately sank down to her knees – and holding the slack dick in one hand held and sucked on the hard one. She sucked hard, she was impatient to finish the job – and I knew why. Masturbating him as she sucked and licked it wasn't very long before his sperm erupted from the little slit at the end of his cock. I was almost keeping pace with her hand as I too masturbated while I watched. Her tongue came out and gathered up the white thick blobs hanging from his purple helmet. As the seconds passed and both boys were now sexually spent, their dicks quickly becoming flaccid, my wife remained knelt in front of them still holding on to their organs. Now I shouted out loud as I realised what she was waiting for, "Fucking Hell, No! She isn't, surely?" She was – the lustful look on her face said it all! With a young cock in each hand knelt naked on the now wet tiles of the toilet floor. Adjusting her position she now directed the semi-limp organs toward her face. She smiled, like a child awaiting a candy treat, then her lips parted and her jaw dropped opening her mouth wide. I screeched out loud again as the picture showed a stream of pee spurt steadily from first one penis then the other, into the mouth of my perverted wife. She was beside herself with sexual glee as she directed the piss from her mouth then down on her tits. Her mouth filled to overflowing then as she spit out the yellow pungent smelling liquid she offered her face into the flow. As the force of their bladders diminished to trickles and short pulses I saw her close her mouth around the red ends, though now there was no spitting out. I was not mistaken - she was drinking the last dregs of piss. When she drew her mouth away to show her receiving the golden rain she swallowed and lapped up the final drops. Her enthusiasm was such that once they had completely finished she spent many minutes sucking and licking and hoping for more. So there you are - that is my story for what it is worth. Some would now report that such a discovery led to an amazing sex life when they joined in their wife's escapades. Alas, I cannot make such a claim – we are no longer together. Only once more I witnessed her excesses when she entered the toilet this time with an older man and after holding his cock whilst he pissed I watched her lean against the washbasin and offer her arse in the air. He fucked her anally and it was very obvious that it was by no means their first time. It was all too much for me – I left shortly afterwards. The letter was not signed and the young editor looked thoughtful. "You see," said his employer, "That's human nature – he seemed to get turned on but yet he couldn't accept his wife would do such a thing. And he realised that she would never honestly give up her interest in kinky sex even if he begged her. She would always be craving it – so he left. There are some very kinky letters in that cabinet – read them to your hearts content – but don't masturbate your self to death!" The young man laughed – he fully intended to – read them that is. Letters to the Editor Ch. 04 With time to spare and the privacy to go with it the editor settled down with a drink and began to read more of the letters from the cabinet in the corner. Though many were similar in content some had an unexpected twist or outcome. It was interesting how so many men fantasised about seeing their wives with other men but became scared and upset when it happened for real. Strange that lots of men almost pester their wives about introducing other men into their sex lives but when they see the woman actually enjoying it they're not so sure anymore. The editor told himself that studying these letters was all in the cause of education – learning about human nature – sitting back in the chair and unzipping his pants he sipped his drink and read on Dear Sir, My letter will probably seem tame in comparison with others you get on the same subject but as you only refer to them rather than publish in full who knows? My wife and I, after just moving house decided that a change of lifestyle would also be a good idea. We had become a bit "stuffy" and unexciting. In short we wanted to improve our social life and now that we were in a new environment we could reinvent ourselves. Being away from people that knew us and family that would disapprove we would be able to be more daring and extrovert. Here, no one knew us so a trip into local bars and pubs wouldn't mean bumping into neighbours and relatives. When discussing what changes we could make – and what we actually meant by "being daring" I was surprised that my wife mentioned sexier fashions and dress code. After talking at length she admitted that the thought of attracting other men's attention sexually turned her on. Far from being jealous or annoyed at this revelation I found that I was pleasantly excited. In short we decided it would be fun that as we were strangers in town we could go out with her wearing revealing clothing and, without being too blatant show a little leg and bosom to other men. Being busy settling in and sorting out the new house it was a while before we had the chance to try our new adventure. We were both shocked that the talk and anticipation had built up in us a powerful sexual desire. When having sex we talked and thought of nothing else and wondered how far we would dare go - the scenarios conjured up in our minds were out of this world. Eventually we did start to go out and both settled into new jobs with new people. Over a long period of time our fantasy began to slowly develop and become fact. We started by having a drink in small pubs because that was the likely place to have groups of men. My wife would wear short skirts and low cut tops and sometimes would accidentally let buttons pop open. Sometimes we would join in with the men playing pool or darts, my wife bending down or over the table would have the desired effect. We would either go into pubs whose regular clientele would quietly enjoy my wife's flashing or go to a strange bar or pub where she would be a little more daring, like go without bra under slightly see-through top or wear a wrap around skirt and let the halves fall apart to show a little bare thigh above hold-up stockings. There were times that we could hardly wait till we reached home before we had sex. What to me made it more erotic was that my wife is really quiet and placid and it is her shyness that makes her attractive to other men. If she was loud-mouthed and blatant then flashing her tits would be expected and not half as sexy. Her submissive shyness and coyness makes her more desirable – because her naughty appearance is so out of place. She also has that certain look about her, looks and body that aren't perfect, yet oozes sexual attraction – come-to bed-eyes. The next stage was that as we became friendlier with some of the men they made the odd comment on her appearance. One night, I noticed two men position themselves in front of my wife so they could look up her skirt; she was sat in such a way that they could easily see her knickers. Later she told me that she knew they were looking and made it obvious to them she didn't mind. After that she stopped pretending some things were accidental and the men stopped pretending they were not staring. On one of our trips to another bar one night we sat with two men in their twenties who after a while were slightly drunk and admitted they had become aroused by looking at my wife's body. Their directness thrilled my wife and when we got the chance to share their taxi she quickly said yes. While we waited for the cab to arrive the men, not caring one bit began to hug my wife and ask for a kiss. For a while I watched as they groped and kissed her and I had never ever experienced before another man touching my wife. The fact that two men were mauling her in front of me was something I could have never imagined. Mixed with a feeling of jealousy and anxiety was a very intense sexual excitement. When the cab came my wife offered no resistance when she was pushed into the back seat between the two men while I had to sit in the front. Throughout the journey I kept glancing round and a couple of times I caught one with a hand on her breasts, they spent the time taking turns to kiss and grope her. However I had not managed to see everything that had gone on. When we finally got into the house she told me that one had taken her hand and placed it on his cock and hands had wandered up her skirt. The effect on her was amazing – I had never seen her so turned on as she related the events of the taxi ride. She was unashamed at answering my questions on how much she had enjoyed it – how she kept her hand on the man's cock – and when I asked if those wandering hands had found their way into her knickers she breathed an excited, "Yes!" Sex between us after that was even better – for both of us. The fact that another man had actually touched her had changed something in both of us. Over the next few weeks I found myself wishing it could happen again. Somehow now, mere showing a bit of leg wasn't enough to excite us. I suppose the above incident set us off on the third stage. Now I was fairly relaxed about telling the men in the pub that I didn't mind if my wife put on a little show for them. I was proud of how sexy she was and it was all good fun. Provided that they weren't disrespectful toward her it was OK. I told them that like most women she liked to be admired and it was nowhere near as outrageous as what most models were prepared to do. I hinted that if they were discrete and didn't tell the entire neighbourhood - or for that matter the rest of the pub that didn't frequent the games room – that maybe, for a bit of fun, and a select few, she could occasionally be persuaded to give them the odd "special treat". I never told my wife about that particular conversation but one day I said, "When we go out tonight what about taking things a bit further?" "In what way?" she asked smiling. "Not sure," I answered, trying to be casual. "What if you wore really skimpy panties – or no bra?" "If you want me to – I'll think about it," she said with a smile. I never saw her get ready but when we arrived at the pub I was a bit disappointed when she took off her coat. The skirt was very short but nothing special and she had a sweater over her top which was a lacy "holey" blouse, like it had been crocheted. As the evening progressed we were eventually left with about a dozen men in the room and my wife the only woman. Several of these men were not the regular bunch but it seemed that they were intent on staying. My wife had been well behaved until now, it seemed to me she was waiting for the non-regulars to leave. Only once had she bent low to pick up a dart and I had heard a distinct drawing in of breath form several of the men -though I wasn't able to see what they had seen. Standing up from behind the small table that had also hidden her legs from view she walked over to the bar and ordered herself a drink. She deliberately hesitated on her way back then dropped her purse. Bending forward, with at least eight of the men behind her she stooped to retrieve her belongings. I was one of the eight men and even found myself drawing in breath. Under her very short skirt she had on only a thong – to us behind it seemed her arse was naked. Walking back to her seat she now sat on a chair facing into the room. A couple of comments were uttered and it was as though the entire room was staring at my wife. "Have you men been looking up my skirt?" she asked shyly. "Only because you have forgotten to put your knickers on," said one of the strangers. It dawned on me that perhaps they didn't realise I was her husband and she was going spare. Clearly the promise of discretion and respect didn't apply to these guys. My wife looked un-phased by their direct comment and just laughed softly. "Of course I have panties on!" she giggled. "Well we couldn't see them, prove it!" one of the men challenged. When my wife put down her drink the silence in the room was almost deafening. Mouths fell open as every man in the room waited with baited breath to see her next move. "You're a bit naughty to ask but just to prove that I am." Her voice tailed off as she inched up the hem of the skirt. Slowly it rose, above her stocking tops then further still until the triangle of material between her legs was there for all to see. Still further it went until the bare flesh of her belly became visible. "See – I told you I was!" she said, then instead of covering up again as I had expected she stayed exposed, though now her gaze was lowered making her look like a misbehaved schoolgirl. My heart missed a beat as I realised that from were most of the men were stood the light showed up her wispy strands of pubic hair through the material. The men were shell-shocked and some in an effort to disguise their erections changed position. No-one answered or commented to my wife – they just looked. Letting go of her skirt she made a feeble attempt to restore her modesty but by design or clumsiness she failed to get it right, the little triangle was still on show. For the next half-hour everyone tried to carry on as normal but no one could keep their eyes from drifting between my wife's legs. Now she was calmly chatting to two men that had sat with her while I stood by the bar pretending to follow the darts match. I was feeling incredibly turned on. The room became warm, or that's how it seemed and several men commented on it. Everywhere that I looked I saw men giving lustful looks to my wife. Then along came another shocker as she announced that she to felt a bit hot. The room watched as one as she peeled off her sweater. Whispers of "Jesus!" and "Oh my God!" were uttered indiscreetly. Under her sweater the blouse with holes big enough to put two or three fingers through was covering just her chest – not her bra – she wasn't wearing one – just her naked boobs. Her nipples were clearly visible and erect and every contour was on show to the room. It wasn't long before other men had a sudden urge to make conversation or sit quietly by my wife's table pretending to listen. I noticed how once or twice she shuffled her bum about causing the skirt to ride up higher. When I thought my excitement couldn't get any more intense she stood and excused herself to visit the ladies. Men got restless and the fact wasn't lost on me that at least three of them had also excused themselves while others lurked about in the little room one had to pass through to reach the toilets. Why were they waiting there for her to return? After what seemed an unusual amount of time for her to be gone I decided to investigate. Walking into the small room I heard a giggle and whispers from behind the door leading to the ladies. My heart lurched with trepidation and I felt very uneasy as I peered round the door. Four men gathered round my wife telling her how good she looked and how she had turned them on. Then I noticed that talking wasn't all they were doing. Looking between them I could see an arm disappearing up her skirt -it was moving, to and fro – like a hand does when it's stimulating a woman. She was just stood there, against the wall, allowing it and listening to their compliments. Another man turned her face toward him and planted his lips on hers, she responded to his kiss. Someone's hand cupped her breast and played with her nipple. A voice told her what lovely tits she had and when the man kissing her stopped she just stood looking shy and coy as another voice said what a great fuck she would be. I felt every nerve in my body as I suddenly became aware that the hand between her legs had gained momentum and purpose. I definitely saw her hips gyrate slightly as someone said, "Let's have a better look before we have to stop!" Then to my horror and shock her skirt was lifted to her hips to reveal her cunt with a man's fingers playing around inside her vagina. "Careful, if we get too many men around here the barman will get suspicious, don't go too far," warned one of the men. His remark was directed at the one playing with my wife's tits who, while I watched in a stunned disbelief unfastened a couple of buttons on her shirt and inserting his hand was now feeling her bare nipples. She moved, fidgeted, and just as I thought she was about to call a halt she simply moved her feet to open her legs more. On her face was a shy smile and she was quite happy to let them have their way. Only one of the men present was a regular and when other men came from the gents they too stood and watched making lewd comments. Then behind me came two men who almost pushed me into the group as they rushed to get passed. Their noise attracted attention but as no one knew I was her husband they merely told the others to make less noise and carried on. The crunch was that my wife had also looked up and we were both now looking each other in the eye. As the men played and felt her body she just gazed at me unabashed and even turned her head to accept a kiss from one of the men. Incredibly she made no move to stop the events. One man asked her if she liked to suck cock and she simply turned her head toward him and widened her smile. Then my heart jumped again as I heard another voice say, "Who's going to fuck her, then?" Expecting my wife to now panic I was astounded when she looked at me and said nothing – she looked at me like she was waiting for my approval and permission! Her shirt was now being unbuttoned fully and when a man began to suck on her nipples her eyes narrowed in enjoyment and her smile widened. Because I had said nothing she took that to mean I didn't mind. Her breasts now completely naked she had two different men sucking a nipple each and a hand was still masturbating her. Someone asked her, "Do you like that darling – does that make you feel nice?" She answered in a dreamy voice, "Yeah!" Now that she thought she had my approval she wasn't scared of showing her pleasure. Her hands caressed the heads of the men sucking her tits. "Do you like plenty of cock, sweetheart?" a voice asked. She looked at me with a smile and that same questioning look before she answered in that dreamy voice, "Yeah!" I was aware now that her hips were making more movements. "Let's fuck her before someone puts a stop to this," someone said again. Her hip movements were caused by her thong being torn off then when the man fingering her stood directly in front and pushed the sucking men to each side making more room I knew he was about to put his dick inside her. She just simply looked at me – all the time he fumbled and stuck his dick inside her thrusting forward she just looked straight at me. She still hung on to the heads of the two men sucking her tits and as she looked me in the eye her eyes half closed as they did when she was feeling lustful – she was really enjoying it. The men sucking were pushed away by others saying, "Come on, give someone else a turn!" Now it was hard for her to look at me as they both stood either side of her and taking out their cocks they each placed one of her hands on the shafts. Quite willingly she began to pump those hard organs making little noises and keeping that naughty girl smile. There she was, her tits bouncing and face smiling as she was being fucked and masturbating two men at the same time. She looked the epitome of a slut standing against the wall with skirt around her waist, stocking clad legs opened wide and shirt opened to display her ample tits. There were cries when the men erupted then they were quickly replaced by others. I was in a semi-trance; my brain had ceased to function properly. I was still taking some information in when I heard the remark, "Her mouth looks inviting – do you like to suck cock too?" I saw her eyes open fully and she tried to locate me before giving her answer. She wasn't able to and as her eyes half closed again returning to her pleasure and lust she uttered, "Yes – I will do." We just managed to catch each others eyes before she was lowered to the floor amongst the remaining men. She was told to squat over a man who had laid flat on the floor and was holding his penis in place for her to sit on. The last vision of her for a while was seeing her gently bouncing on this man with a rather fat dick in her mouth while others made do with her hands. The sequence of events after that were a blur and I just about remember eventually waiting while she made herself respectable enough to go home. Most men had by then left and I couldn't get out fast enough. The journey home was silent and when she stood in the house without her coat and almost dripping with sperm I asked her if she fully realised what she had done. She threw her arms around me and spoke, "I am going for a bath – and then I want you to fuck me!" was the only thing she said. Funny thing is I waited and did as she asked – and every night after that neither of us could get enough. She wouldn't talk about it but I could tell she kept reliving the events as I fucked her. It was a while before I dared visit the pub again and wandered what sort of reception I would get. It was obvious now that it wasn't just the strangers that had had my wife but most of the guys from the games room too. The first visit was not the ordeal I had expected and everyone seemed normal and pleasant. The manager asked if I was on my own the when I nodded he said, in front of some of the others. "Look – the other night attracted too much attention. I don't mind if a few of the regulars want to have a bit of a party and some fun in the back room but in future wait until most people have left the lounge bar. Things can get out of hand if someone complains - a different type of clientele frequents the main room. Next time if someone lets me in on it I don't mind letting a few stay when I close the main doors. But it will have to be midweek when things are quiet; we are too busy at weekends. Once the staff have finished it's easier – I can let them go home." I started off feeling embarrassed at the lecture, especially when people round the bar nodded their heads in agreement with him, then I was taken aback by his casual attitude and the presumption that there would be more than one repeat performance. Not wanting to cause a scene and make the story more public I said nothing. When I arrived home I related the conversation to my wife expecting her to be shocked and upset, vowing never to visit the establishment again. Instead she said, "I can see his concern, it seems fair comment." Then with a statement that bowled me over she added, "Maybe it will be better to invite a few of them back here for drinks." She saw the consternation on my face and sidled over to me, "You still enjoy the little pastime we indulge in don't you?" She unzipped me and took out my cock. "The thought of what I do still gets you hard. You don't want us to go back to being boring, do you? Don't you still enjoy the excitement – watching me show my body to other men?" Letters to the Editor Ch. 04 She sank down to her knees and sucked me dry. Needless to say she got her way and every few weeks men are invited back to our home or we throw a little party in the back room of the pub. In addition to that she sometimes meets suitable strangers, singly or in small groups and "entertains" them. Quite honestly I don't think I could stop her any more. Yours, The editor released his spare hand from his penis and took a drink. What would he do if his young wife decided she wanted a little adventure – could he handle it – would he suggest they should discuss why she wanted the extra sex – or would he just fold and walk out? Or – after reading all these letters – would he find himself curiously aroused and – well – suggest it might be OK as long as he isn't excluded. When he felt his cock twitch at the thought he began to feel unsettled. Nevertheless he settled back down with the next letter. Dear Sir, I read in your magazine about a man who had probably lost control of his wife's escapades with other men. I lost control with mine from day one – she didn't stay faithful even for a month. We married after knowing each other for a year, she was twenty I was three years older. I had suspected several times that she had messed about but dismissed it from my mind as my insecurity. I thought that being married would make things settle down – how wrong I was. Once I came home and found her looking very guilty with two male friends in the house. Her clothes were a bit dishevelled and she was a bit flushed. The guys beat a hasty retreat and avoided me for a while. Then, being in the habit now of trying to catch her in the act I came home when I knew someone was visiting the house and almost caught her with the repair man. They were upstairs and made the excuse he wanted to check the water system. That didn't explain why she was dressed in very sexy clothes to do her housework and why no work appeared to have been started downstairs. She dismissed my fears and it wasn't till later that I found a pair of panties under the table in the kitchen. It seemed they had begun their little session there then gone upstairs – then I turned up. The incident that brought it all out into the open was when she went out with her friends for a drink one night. I obviously didn't trust her and kept an eye on the clock, pacing the room. She very easily drew lots of attention from men and I knew at least one would try his luck with her. I decided to walk to the end of the road both to get some air and try to cool down and also to meet her coming home – maybe she was being walked home by a man. On reaching the end of the road I stood in the shadows and waited. After a few minutes a car appeared and parked up in a small secluded place away from the street lights. I thought nothing of it until I noticed that no one got out, and then I began to wonder – was it some guy with his girl – or was it my wife. I waited and watched - the windows misted over then the vehicle started to bounce slightly. As there was no back lighting it was impossible to see the occupants, with the dark fence any light was merely reflected from the windows. My fears grew but I could hardly go and look in – if it was a young guy with his girl I would be the laughing stock of the neighbourhood. For probably ten or fifteen minutes the cars suspension moved up and down to varying degrees. Strangely, in spite of my concern, the thought of somebody being shagged in there made me feel aroused. What happened next nearly floored me – the driver got out and opening the back door he changed places with another man. There had to be a third person – a woman in the back – they were taking turns to fuck her! The man who had just got out lit up a cigarette and sure enough the car once again began to sway. This wasn't some guy with his girl – innocent petting – this was a loose woman letting two men use her – it might even be my wife! My mouth went dry and I felt sickly and nervous but when I saw the man finish his smoke and get back into the car – in the rear seat I just flipped. In the back of that car were two men and a woman who had just had sex – I had reason to believe it was my wife – I had to know! Running over as fast as I could I grabbed the handle and opened the door wide. Now I felt really sick – between the two men was my wife with her skirt off and no knickers on. Her legs, spread wide rested on the back of the front seat and her shirt was undone and bra pulled up. The sight that made it even worse was that she had in her hand a handkerchief and was wiping a sticky mess from her face. This is something you only saw in a porn film – not real life – I couldn't believe it. "It's my husband!" I heard my wife say and panic broke out from the men. Dejected I walked away and screamed then when the driver tried to jump into his seat I rushed back and floored him. What happened next I don't know but found myself stomping home conscious that my wife was behind me. When we were finally in the house I asked simply, "Why?" She answered the question holding nothing back. "It's as well you found out now – I can't keep up the pretence. I like cock – I like sex with different men. If there is such a medical condition as nymphomania then I have it. Thing is though, I don't want a cure – perhaps I shouldn't have got married. I'm not going to tell you any more lies, though that's the only thing I can promise, even though it may hurt you – I'm just not prepared to live a lie any longer." She went on to tell me that she liked being married to me but she couldn't be faithful. It was no use trying to change her – she would like us to stay together but I would have to accept the way she was. She explained that she never had any deep feelings for other men – she just liked their cocks. "So all my fears about you were justified and you had been having sex with all those other men – you have never been faithful?" She shook her head and said no. "Even our two friends – did you let both of them?" The thought of those two enjoying my wife together in the same room particularly disturbed me. "Yes, the two of them – I'm sorry but that's the way it is – you have to know. I didn't even last the honeymoon. Remember when one night I stayed back in the hotel bar for an extra drink? Well, one of the waiters followed me out and we found a dark corner where I let him fuck me standing against the wall. A couple of times when we stayed by the pool and I made an excuse to go back to our room it was so he could fuck me. That's the hard truth and I'm never going to be able to say no to sex. In the morning I'll go or you can – I would like to stay with you but realise that that is very selfish and unreasonable of me." So, I had plenty to think about – I got no lies so there was no use fighting about it – that was the bottom line – she liked being fucked and wasn't going to change. Just once more the following morning she said she wished we could stay together. That was enough for me to tell her to stay put while I got my head round it and decide what I wanted. The pictures kept appearing in my mind – all the things I had suspected were true – and some, like the waiter on honeymoon were news to me. The picture of her sneaking away from the pool to have sex back in our room seemed to cause an unusual reaction. Mixed with all the despair hurt and betrayal was something else – when I pictured the scene I found that it made me have a partial erection. Certain other thoughts and pictures too made me feel strangely aroused while at the same time sick to the stomach. We had only been married days before she was enjoying another cock – she really was sex mad! We carried on a few days communicating in a civil manner but there were no rows or fighting. It was as though we both had resigned to the fact that our marriage was over and we just had to wait until we were ready to make the final split. On day I asked her about our honeymoon in the Greek Islands – did she have sex with the waiter almost every time she disappeared from the pool side? Again she held nothing back – yes, she told me, he gave her a signal that he was free and she left the door open. He came in and she took off her bikini bottom and they fucked. He liked her to stand and bend over the couch or rest her hands on the coffee table to fuck her from behind. While telling me this she showed no regret or embarrassment yet there was also no hint that she was trying to make me suffer – she was just matter of fact. Now I could picture what she actually did made my penis stir even more though again it was a mixture of arousal and pain. For a couple of weeks she went out twice a week and I sometimes watched as she got ready. Now she had bought herself some very revealing underwear and was going out to attract. Once I grabbed her and asked, "Are you going out to have sex with someone?" She sensed that I was partly aroused and said, "I probably will get an offer." I held her close and almost broke down. She added, "I told you I wouldn't tell any lies. Maybe it's better if you don't ask questions." Without thinking I lifted her skirt and ran my hands over the silky material of her panties. Always she arrived home looking like she had just been ravished, but then, she had. I came home in the middle of the afternoon on day. I knew it was her day off and I just had the urge to see if she was home or out being fucked. When I let myself in the kitchen after finding the door locked she came downstairs and looking a little put out she said, "I have someone upstairs – please don't cause a scene." "What would be the point?" I answered dejected and sat down in the living room with a drink. I expected to hear a frantic dressing and a man come rushing downstairs but to my surprise she calmly went back up and there she stayed. In spite of me being in the house she and the man carried on having sex. Eventually I heard footsteps as they both descended the stair. In she walked with just a short robe on that hardly covered her – followed by a six foot odd black guy. I almost laughed cynically thinking that all the porn movies have to feature a black guy and all the stories have one with a ten inch dick. It's almost racist thinking your wife's greatest sin is to let a black guy fuck her. Very calmly he picked up his jacket and walked out the door. My wife, with equal calmness poured herself a drink and sat down across from me. "So – is it true what they say about black guys all having big thick cocks?" I sounded bitter and fought to keep my cool. She looked over to me and a wry smile broke over her lips. "No," she answered, "But he certainly has!" Her answer and attitude fazed me out – I broke down – I began to weep like a baby. All the feelings I had bottled up came pouring out. I looked at her body and thought it should be mine – I fell on my knees in front of her and putting my head on her lap I sobbed. Her hand stroked my hair and she made reassuring noises like mothers do to a child. I roughly pulled open her robe and said aloud that she should be mine. For several minutes she comforted me until my sobbing subsided then as my head lay on her lap I looked at her swollen sex lips. Filled with blood from her arousal her labia glistened with beads of fluid. It was the black mans sperm – his cum – I pictured his thick cock inside her and white spunk shooting out from the black and red slit. I felt my tongue stretching out and as it made contact with her skin she jumped a little. "What are you doing?" she asked, startled by my actions. My tongue traced a line over her opening and tried to push in. I could taste the saltiness of the black mans cum and licked harder. "Did he shoot his load inside you?" I asked as I licked again. "Yes," she replied, then instead of pulling me away as I had expected I felt her thighs fall slightly apart and her hand resumed stroking my hair. "He had a lot of sperm to get rid of and it is all in there," I heard her whisper. Feeling braver I kissed her pussy lips and sucked at her cunt. To my pleasure I felt her hand slip between her legs and she held open her sex lips for me. My tongue pushed further in licking and sucking to the sound of my wife's voice. "It's OK – if that's what you like it's fine. Do you like that – drinking another man's cum from your wife's pussy? That feels nice – I like it to." I felt her hips begin to move against my mouth. I tried to suck her clit and almost bite it until suddenly she took my head in both hands and forced it into her groin moving her hips rapidly up and down. She was fucking my face and erupted into an intense orgasm. Letting me relax it was barely a couple of minutes before she pulled me up to her face and kissed me. Reaching down she took out my cock and stuffed it into her twat. "Don't be scared of telling me what you enjoy," she whispered, "No matter how kinky they may be!" That afternoon turned out to be the best sex session we had ever had together but the following day I was left more confused than ever. Nothing was said and it was as though she was waiting for me to make the next move. Amazingly the thought of kicking her out had been totally forgotten. One evening when we were sat in together I decided to ask a question. "How long have you felt the need to have so much sex – and where do you find all the men?" She silently considered my question and then quietly answered me. "Since I was old enough to have sex I have enjoyed it, needed it. If you're talking about since we were married when I wanted sex I would go to café's and bars or anywhere I could attract the attention of men. There are always new men to meet at work but if I had to hunt for them, so to speak, then the most ordinary places are the best, even the supermarket sometimes." "What sort of things happened?" I asked further. "Sure you want to know?" she said warily. I nodded a yes. "Without you knowing I sometimes took out a change of clothes, like a short skirt or fishnet stockings. Sometimes I would find a place I could be chatted up with lots of men and show plenty of leg and tits to tease them. Then I would either invite them into my car and drive somewhere secluded or go with them in theirs. Usually I told them to follow me and drive to places I knew would be private. If I felt OK with them I would go to their house or flat." "Did you bring many back here, like you did the black guy?" I asked. "Quite a few, yes," she answered honestly. I felt my cock rising and risking the hurt I wanted more detail. "Tell me about one of the more unusual situations. I could never imagine you bending over for a Greek waiter, but you have – will you tell me about some others." "You mean something out of the ordinary – OK – if you really want to know. Once I was at in a café and a group of five men flirted with me. I had been teasing them, letting my skirt ride up and show my stocking tops. They asked if all my underwear was as sexy as the fishnet stockings and I said yes, I had just bought some. I held up my shopping bags and gave them a quick glimpse of one item – a sexy lace bra. Jokingly one asked to see them all, and I said not here, it wasn't private enough. They were shocked and thought I was kidding then one suggested they could take me in their van and I could also show the stuff I was wearing too. They said they would love to see me wearing the garments I had bought. When I told them they would probably want more from me if they saw me undressed they fell silent. When they told me I was a tease I said I would model some of the clothes for them if they took me somewhere quiet. I finished up driving in front to a place I knew while they followed behind in their work vehicle. I took them to a wooded area and we parked up behind some thick bushes. They were a bit surprised when I walked over to their van with my bags of shopping. Anyway, we were there a long time!" "No, don't gloss over the facts I want the details!" I blurted out. She looked quizzically at me and by way of answering her I uncovered the bulge in the front of my pants. She looked down and though a bit surprised she smiled. "I might as well take this out," I said and unzipped my pants – now she knew. "I walked over to their van and got in the passenger side. They told me to climb in the back so I scrambled over the seat showing my panties. I was really turned on now wanting all five to fuck me. I made a little show of taking out a little bra and asking if they would like to see it on. I was sat on a low bench so it was easy to let my skirt ride up and keep my legs wide open. When I took off my top I asked, "Is this is what you wanted to see?" I pulled my skirt higher to show more of my panties. They were shell-shocked – to really tease them I held up a pair of lacy panties and asked if they would like to see them on. When they realised I meant it and would have to first take off the ones I was wearing they all swore under their breath. Stretching out my legs I slowly peeled off my panties and made sure my skirt was pulled up high. I purposely took my time fiddling about with the new ones. When I looked up and saw all the faces looking at me instead of putting on the panties I unclipped my skirt and took it off. Apart from my stockings I was naked from the waist down. Without saying anything I sat with my knees spread wide." My wife went on to describe in detail how some of the men took out their cocks and all spent a few minutes admiring her body until one opened up the back door and asked her to step out. She told how they bent over the tailboard and proceeded to take turns to fuck her. She was taken in all manners and laid down on a grassy bank while simultaneously they made use of every hole. My wife, after finishing the story watched a while as I pictured the scene and masturbated. Slipping down beside me she finished me off with her mouth. In the weeks that followed she made sure I was treated to a little display when she prepared to go out, sometimes letting me suck on her nipples just before she finally covered up. Once as she was about to leave she asked if her skirt showed too much when she bent forward. She turned away from me and bent straight legged from the waist. Underneath she was wearing only crotch-less pantyhose, her bare arse and pussy would be visible for all to see. She sat down to demonstrate how easy it was for her to display her open cunt when her skirt rode up and she carelessly crossed her legs. "Are you meeting a man – or hoping to find one?" I asked her. Throwing her arms round my neck and kissing me she whispered that a man she had met last week wanted to introduce her to three of his friends. My heart raced and no further questions needed to be asked. When she came home I was still awake biting my nails. She appeared at the bedroom door and asked me to come downstairs. She stood in the middle of the room and bid me to walk toward her. Dressed only in boxer shorts I felt inadequate in front of this mini skirted woman whose nipples poked out from her blouse. Taking my head in her hands she pushed down and told me to kneel at her feet. At the same time she widened her stance and when I was positioned in front of her with my face level with her groin she slowly lifted her skirt while her other hand drew me gently toward her naked cunt. This was her way of letting me share her sexual pleasure. A familiar musky smell of a man's cum filled my nostrils and I could see stains on her pantyhose and wet patches on her skin where sperm had oozed out of her slit. She wanted me to lick it up – her lovers sperm. "How many men?" I asked quietly. "Well, his three friends have gone home very satisfied – and he too of course," she answered. My cock involuntarily hardened and when my hands closed round her buttocks I felt that there too was the tell tale signs of sexual activity. I turned her round and saw sperm and marks on the skin of her arse – she bent forward and hissed, "Lick me!" Letters to the Editor Ch. 04 Indescribable feelings took over from the natural revulsion of knowing my wife was showing me how she had other men use her body. My tongue left my mouth and the urge to lick her bum slit was overwhelming. Forcing my mouth between her buttocks I traced a line from cunt to the top of her arse cheeks then as my tongue slowly descended it located her anus and pushed forward. I felt her wriggle and moan with pleasure as one of her hands came round the back to spread the soft flesh. The smell, the taste told me – she had been fucked in the arse too. With all restraint abandoned I eagerly licked and sucked at her arse then when she was almost crying with pleasure she suddenly turned and placing one leg on the arm of a chair she used my head as a sex toy and rubbed it rhythmically against her clit. "Suck it all out and swallow it! Drink their spunk!" We spent most of the night indulging in various decedent acts including her permitting me to fuck her anally. I again made use of mental visions and imagined how she looked with the men. When she got me to lift my legs into the air and lick and kiss my anus I asked the question, "Do you lick the arses of some of your men friends?" When I heard her utter a "yes" it was too much – I ejaculated. She seemed interested and almost pleased that such a thought had sent me over the edge. We have never got round to discussing the future and just carry on living together. When one night she brought home a man and suggested I stay in the room I got the chance to watch her in action. At the end and in front of the man she persuaded me to do my usual thing of lick and suck her spunk filled cunt while the man watched. Since then, on several occasions I have been a spectator and sometimes she likes me to join in. Yours, Cursing the editor straightened himself up in his chair, "Fucking hell!" he exclaimed, "Why did he finish it there?" Disappointed he wondered if anyone had ever written a second letter, and if they had why had nobody thought of cross referencing them. He was still a bit curious about why there was such a great mass of letters kept in the office – given the fact that they had never been published it was very curious indeed. Letters to the Editor Ch. 05 Over the next few days the young editor’s boss often mentioned the letters and asked if his new employee would be keeping the cabinet in his office. “Well I think so,” said the newcomer, “It doesn’t take much room up and well – the do make good reading don’t they?” His boss laughed and agreed, “I expect you have a few questions about them. To tell you the truth they became my special interest – let’s say research project. I’m glad you don’t find them “unsuitable”- your predecessor and I got much pleasure from our investigations – we’ll tell you about it one day soon.” Now he knew there was more to the story the young man returned to his office – the day’s work had been done. A stiff drink was called for and – why not read a couple more of those letters? To the Editor, I was interested to read your article on how some men encourage their wives to have sex with other men. What a pity you don’t publish them in full. After catching my wife red-handed with a friend I never let her forget it and pushed her more and more to do it for my pleasure until it became really over the top and filthy. Not relishing the prospect of me leaving and ending the marriage she submissively went along with everything. Trouble is the more she did the more I looked for kinky and weird situations to get her to cheapen herself. I was totally carried away and it’s only now in retrospect that I wonder who got the most kicks from it – me or her. Her original sin was ordinary enough; she welcomed the company of one of our friends while I was at work. He made a pass at her and she responded until she was coaxed into taking out his cock and masturbating him while he fingered her or played with her tits. That’s how I caught them – standing in the kitchen – unaware that I had been watching them. Not initially being the wimp husband or finding that it was a tremendous turn on I slapped them both round the room – though in my wife’s case the fear of consequences was more painful than the feeble slaps. Not so the man – he got a good pasting and dragged across the room by his balls. Having marked his face – busted nose and black eye – I extracted a confession from them both and was treated to every little step and detail. It became apparent that having to explain to his family his “crime” had put the fear of God into him. The thought of me visiting his wife and kids and spilling the beans made him beg for mercy and promise to “do anything”. When things had calmed down and he had been left to stew a little I later got my wife to repeat the story – but in much more detail, like describe the clothes she wore and did she, or he, first unzip his trousers. Quite willingly she answered every question I threw at her and when I found myself telling her to bend over the kitchen table she dutifully obeyed and whilst fucking from behind I had to admit to myself that the escapade had aroused me intensely. Over the next two weeks I fired off many insults and questions to her like, “Did you enjoy playing with his cock and being a slut?” and “Would you have gone all the way if you hadn’t have been caught?” I was shocked when she answered both questions in the affirmative. “I suppose I would have let him do it eventually,” she muttered feebly. Trying to disguise my mixture of anger and arousal I blurted out, “You can be a slut for me then – when I tell you to be!” To my surprise she didn’t argue. I thought about the possibilities more and more and masturbated twice as often at the thought. One weekend shortly after when we were due to go out, as I watched her getting ready I suddenly without thinking said, “Wear something sexier!” She finished up displaying some of her more revealing clothes and asking me which ones met my approval. I instructed her to put on a short skirt and flimsy top – and wear stockings. She simply did as I asked without question and said for the umpteenth time that she wanted to make amends for her betrayal. Throughout the evening I noticed how more than usual men ogled her and found myself getting aroused. Just how far, I wondered could I go with this – and how far would she let me. I decided it would be very exciting to find out. “Open your top a little – let the buttons “accidentally” unfasten – so that men can see your bra and look down your top.” At first she didn’t respond but then when I was distracted by conversation and turned back toward her I found that she was showing off an amazing cleavage to the group she was chatting with. When I got chance I asked her if she knew what effect she was having on the men and when she nodded I asked her if she was enjoying it. I was taken aback by her honesty when she nodded and said that if I wanted her to do it she would. The result was that the evening’s events made me want her to do more. I began to make more demands on how she dressed getting her to buy some very revealing sexy clothing, lingerie and hosiery. When we went out the men we associated with certainly got an eyeful while their women wondered about her new image – which is how I explained the change. As we had both turned forty it was presumed to be some sort of mid-life crisis or feeling of insecurity. Though I was pleased to note how many young men were also attracted to my wife’s body. She is not the most beautiful woman but when dressed up she can look very sexy and attractive. As I am no Brad Pitt and a little out of shape I felt a twinge of resentment that I wouldn’t compete with a young rival. Most of the younger men made no pretence about looking at her shapely thighs or tight bum even when they knew I was observing them. Once when we had visited a different pub for a small meal I pulled her over to a secluded corner and when a group of youths noticed how much leg she was showing I told her to hitch up her skirt a little higher – over her stocking tops – my dick rose and heart fluttered when she immediately obeyed. Sat there out of sight from the rest of the pub she didn’t mind one bit letting the young men lust over her. What a shame, I thought that they couldn’t sit nearer and see properly the pale white flesh of her upper thighs as it reached her pubes. The men were quite blatant with their stares and made no secret of their delight. As we made small talk pretending everything was normal I calmly instructed her, “Open your legs a bit for them – I want them to see your knickers.” I glanced down with mounting excitement as she first crossed her legs then fidgeting a little she uncrossed them and opened her thighs. There we sat for the rest of the evening chatting while every few minutes my wife would look in the direction of the men and smile. I got the impression that they where confused as to whether I was aware of my wife’s flashing or not. But they certainly knew that she was very aware of what she was doing – especially when I asked her to stroke her thigh and let it creep between her legs for a second. I could almost hear the sharp intake of breath from the boys. From there I progressed to getting her to answer the door with almost nothing on and sometimes when we walked home from our local bar I pinned her up against a wall and fucked her – making sure we could be seen by passers-by. It was usual for me to question her about other men and tell me how it excited her - that’s what gave me my next idea. I wanted something else – something more exciting but dangerous. I made sure one day that I ran into the man who had started it all. In short I gave him a story that I was still trying to get my head round the fact he had been with my wife and I felt I had to go and talk to his wife about it. He virtually shit himself and begged me not to then I told him to come to my home and we would try to resolve the situation. On the day he was expected I told my wife I had been thinking about what she had done and was still unsure about whether I could handle it. Then I told her the guy was coming over so we could discuss it and that after we should go out for a drink to mull things over. That way she would get dressed up for the man’s visit. She thought that because the guy was coming that she had to dress more conventionally and was scared about my attitude so when she appeared with a long dress on I sent her back to change. I made it clear that should dress as she did when I wanted her to flash her body. I started to paw her and asked her questions about the man like did she enjoy the feel of his cock and did she regret that it hadn’t gone further. She admitted to me that having another man feel her was exciting even though she was sorry. By now she was wary of my motives and thought I was trying to catch her out and look for an excuse to cause trouble. By the time he arrived and nervously entered the room both he and my wife were visibly scared. After a pointless conversation with me faking being on the edge of exploding I asked if it was a love affair. They both reassured me it was just sexual and for the excitement – they had no deeper feelings – it was just something that got out of hand. That’s when I put my plan into action. “So you excited each other?” I asked abruptly faking anger. “So what was so bloody special - touching each other up in my kitchen while I was at work?” I hoped I sounded suitably paranoid. “I should tell your wife and family!” I screamed at him. I had never seen a man beg as much as he then did. “Get into the fucking kitchen – both of you!” I commanded. Wondering what the hell was going to happen he moved immediately followed by my wife. It was only then that he noticed how she was dressed with nipples showing through her tight button up blouse and short skirt. As they both stood in the kitchen I asked, “So where did you play – I want to know what you did?” The guy stuttered and made excuses not to answer – I looked at my wife. “Tell me what you did – stand where you usually stood.” She moved and stood against the work top in a corner. “Get over there with her!” I told the guy. With mouth open with disbelief he went over to her. “So tell me what he did and how he touched you,” I told my wife, “I want to know!” “One day, when he was leaving he made a pass at me and pulled me over here to kiss me. I didn’t object so the next time he did it again and we kissed a while.” My wife’s nervous voice had a tone of expectancy in it. “Show me – kiss her – let me see what was so special.” The man again begged for mercy and was shocked when my wife told him he had better do what I said. I knew she was already thinking about what was to come – not to mention looking forward to the event – which I would want to see it all and she could feel his cock again. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him though he didn’t respond. I asked what happened next. “He touched my breasts and I let him unfasten my buttons.” “Show me!” She unfastened her blouse and it was the first time he had seen her in such sexy underwear. “He rubbed my nipples and squeezed them between his finger and thumb.” On my instruction she lifted his hand and placed it on her tits. “Did he take your bra off or lift your tits out?” “Yes – sometimes I helped him unfasten it so he could suck them.” “I want you to do it for him now – show me.” The man was almost sobbing with fear but when her tits sprang free he couldn’t help but stare. Now he was showing some response. “What did you do then?” I asked my wife. “He wanted me to play with his penis – take it out of his pants and masturbate him.” “And you did – did you enjoy doing that?” “Yes.” Her honesty left the man shocked and dumbstruck – silently he allowed my wife to move his hand over her bare tits. “Take his cock out – and show me you both did next.” The man protested but my wife told him that they had no choice. She was breathing heavy now and quite eagerly pulled down his fly and plunging her hand inside his pants she withdrew his semi-hard weapon. He was well endowed and my wife smiled with joy as she began to wank him. He never expected her to demonstrate so realistically. “Suck my nipples – like you used to,” she told him in a loud whisper. As the man again whined she added, “We have to show my husband.” She pulled his head down to her breasts and made him suck. I quietly watched enjoying the spectacle and sitting down behind the table took out my cock and gently pulled on it. I think my wife knew what I was doing. “He wanted me to take my knickers off,” she suddenly said, “But I didn’t.” “Why did you want to take her pants off?” I asked the man. “You wanted to fuck my wife?” He moaned a sorrowful apology and gasped when he saw my wife slowly hitch up her skirt to show her flimsy panties. Silently she took hold of his hand and slid his fingers under the lace and into her vagina. It was obvious how wet she was and how aroused. The man’s penis was growing and it was hell of a size – now he was getting turned on by the feel of my wife. “Why did you not let him fuck you?” “I was too scared to go all the way.” “I bet you wish you had done – do you still wonder what it would feel like?” “Yes – he has such a thick cock – I want it.” Before I had chance to say anything else she commented, “I will do anything for you if you let him fuck me.” For a minute I didn’t answer – due to being knocked for a six – the man protested that he couldn’t and wanted to call a halt – it was all too much for him. His cock told a different story as it was now fully erect – and very thick. I had the chance now of watching my wife taking it up her in front of me. I looked at her face and saw a longing lustful sluttish expression – she would do anything for the pleasure of that cock she said. Loudly I reminded her of her declaration. “I will be anything you want me to be!” she repeated. I thought for just another ten seconds, “OK – go ahead.” The man was scared and protested again then to my surprise my wife pulled away and slowly peeled off her panties, then dropping to her knees she took the cock in her mouth and sucked greedily. While I was trying to maintain some sort of self control she stood and spreading her legs wide and holding up her skirt she held the wet penis and guided it into her cunt. “Fuck me!” she pleaded, “Forget about my husband being here – fuck me hard!” What a slut I had married, I thought. Now I knew – what exciting things I intended doing. The man took a while to get into his stride but the sight of my wife holding up her skirt and tits bouncing made him find the desire. He pounded away for all he was worth lifting my wife off the floor – what a sight that was seeing her impaled on such a thing. When he was about to come my wife reached her own climax and shouted at him, “Bite my nipples!” It is hard to remember what happened next, I exploded with excitement and faked rage while the man, now depleted, pulled up his trousers and begged and pleaded as he asked permission to leave the house. Threatening him about his wife I let him leave on a promise that he would keep his mouth shut. My wife told me as she knelt before me, “I had to know what it was like – I will keep my promise – I never wanted him – he is a wimp – I wanted his cock.” With that honest and forthright statement I lifted my dick toward her face and told her to suck. I had experienced immense pleasure from watching my wife and was looking forward to making a real slut out of her – I still wanted more. The next evening when I saw her coming from the bathroom I pulled her back in and pulled her robe from her. As she was now naked I stood her in front of the full length mirror and standing behind her slipped both my hands around her waist and pulled apart her labia and stroked her inner lips. “So you like the feel of other men’s cocks do you?” I saw her reflection nod and her eyes half close. “And you’ll do anything for me?” “Yes,” she said, “Anything.” Looking at her image in the mirror I whispered “Piss for me.” True to her word, her eyes opened a little bit in surprise then I saw a stream of hot liquid flow from between her legs. Holding open her vagina for a better view I watched as the pee hit the mirror then began to form a puddle on the bathroom tiles. Overcome with lust as the flow subsided I turned her round and sitting her on the edge of the bath I buried my head in her Minge and licked and sucked. She widened her legs for me and rotated her hips against my face. “That feels nice!” she uttered and in a few minutes she erupted, having an intense orgasm. After that day when the chance arose I would often watch her perform while she had sex with others. We had many weekends away where we picked up men or young lads and take them back to our room. Sometimes – she had sex outdoors and like a whore she went into alleyways or in parks while walking home with people we had just met. Often it would be two or even more and each would get to fuck her or use her mouth while they watched their friends do it. One of my most memorable weekends was when we went back to our rented cottage with four youths and they stayed the night hardly letting her rest. After watching each other, later, when they had recovered she had them all at once – mouth cunt and cock in each hand. The following morning I went down to breakfast to find her being entered from the rear in between cooking and serving the food. Our adventures would take up many more pages but suffice to say I’m glad how things developed and neither of us have any regrets. Yours, What, thought the editor, did the magazine’s owner mean when he talked about investigations and research. As most of the letters seemed incomplete and left the reader wanting more detail perhaps it was sheer frustration that made them delve a little further. What an interesting thought – did they ever try to trace the writers of these sexually arousing letters? He could understand how the keen but unexpected response from the reading public had grabbed their interest - all these people eager and willing to divulge their secrets and tell of their kinky sexual experiences. Couples, many couples who liked to share what were supposed to be personal and private experiences. Getting quite worked up emotionally the young man picked up another letter. Dear Editor, I have read in your magazine an article that reminds me of my own situation. Most people will not understand why I let it carry on but different people react different ways. I will tell you story. My wife is thirty eight and I forty and we have been married 15yrs. She is still very attractive to other men but it never bothered me that they flirted with her. One day a few years ago my boss sent me home from work on full pay because I had put lots of extra time in and he said I deserved some time off. I arrived home and was going to surprise my wife by appearing at the window from the back of the house and make her “jump”. I was the one who was shocked – she was sat on the settee – with a man. He was kissing her and had his hand on her knee gently rubbing it. I didn’t recognise him and just stood there stunned and shocked. Instead of bursting in I waited to see what would happen and tried to stand in a way that I wouldn’t be noticed but could still look. When his hand crept up her skirt she let her legs fall apart to help him reach her pussy. I could tell she was enjoying it and it was obvious she was quite used to this man touching her. I stood back from the window and tried to collect my thoughts. The first feeling was one of betrayal – mixed with something else – but I can’t describe what. I peeped back round the corner and my nerves tingled and stomach churned. Now her skirt was pulled up enough to show her panties. However his hand had moved to her tits and her shirt was unfastened. Being very careful not to be seen I kept snatching little glances and it was like watching a video clip on the internet when it keeps pausing between frames. I saw more than enough – she allowed him to play with and kiss her tits and smiled with pleasure. It needed no persuasion for her to let her hand drop to his crotch and calmly unzip him. I had to take a deep breath before daring to look again and see how she had taken out his penis and was expertly masturbating him. Letters to the Editor Ch. 05 Other short glances told me how they whispered and talked to each other with smiling faces as they simultaneously began to wank each other off. Then, when I looked back they were gone – they had left the room. Silently creeping round the house I searched for them through other windows before I realised they had gone upstairs. I then saw how the curtains had closed and sat down feeling devastated. I don’t know why I didn’t bang the door down or sneak in the house to confront them. I don’t know any answers to obvious questions. What I did do was drive away and spent the day thinking. Now I know men who turn a blind eye to their wives getting a bit of extra marital sex every once and a while – likewise wives. Others crumble or almost commit murder at the mere hint of unfaithfulness. Apart from every individual responding according to their character there is another factor. The first feeling is one of being betrayed – fooled and lied to. The second is the feeling that your wife has given her feelings – and love - to someone else and she no longer has any for you. No one ever confronts their wife and makes the first question – “So did you need more exciting and illicit sex?” They ask, “How long have you been having an affair? Do you love him - and is this the end of our marriage?” Depending on the answers given this is what dictates what happens next. In lots of men if the wife convinces her husband she has no deep emotional feelings – and she did it because she simply wanted a more exciting fuck – as it usually feels when you do it with a stranger who has been flirting and trying to seduce her – then he can actually feel less threatened. “I did it for the sex,” is not as hurtful as, “I am in love with someone else.” Men can be quite emotionally “soft” if they think the love and closeness has been taken away from them. Their wives being caught just enjoying an illicit cock might be something they can rationalise. Now, with some of those men it goes a stage further – when they know she doesn’t want to leave and fuck off with another man – they start to concentrate their thoughts on “how” she had sex. Was she more exciting and daring than she is in the marriage bed? Does she take the lead – and how much tempting did she need before she surrendered to the touch of another man? Inevitability the questions conjure up mental pictures of the wife “performing” and letting herself be seduced. That’s what causes an unexpected occurrence – the man finds his cock begin to rise – blood rushes to his shaft and lo and behold – he admits his wife’s naughtiness has turned him on! He may still feel a little mad and betrayed and won’t of course immediately admit it to someone else – especially his wife – but he imagines he is a fly on the wall – watching his wife. Under the pretence of shock and indignant disbelief he may demand details – “So where did you do it then?” may mean, “Tell me all!” Next it depends on the wife’s attitude to being caught – she may think that if men get caught having affairs and don’t expect their marriage to automatically end then why not women? So what – I got tempted and had a shag with someone else? Or they may admit that as men like to sow their oats elsewhere then they too like to “pull a bit of spare” sometimes. I know a man who even mentions in public that his wife is out for the evening and will probably not get home till late because “She will be letting some bastard touch her up in the back of a car somewhere!” The man is never called a wimp because the last time someone really upset him it took three policemen to arrest him! Why does he allow his wife so much sexual freedom? No one asks him – might not be good for their health! Some wives indulge but like to pretend their husband doesn’t know – won’t talk about it. Others won’t volunteer information but won’t deny that they have a “bit of fun sometimes” if their partner asks. Yet others embrace it as a way of life and say, “Let’s do it together – watch or join in – what the hell!” Enough of this philosophy – back to my story – that’s how I spent my afternoon though – that is what occupied my thoughts. Is she having an affair and in love or is it just sex? Cutting out the detail I hinted round the subject over the next few days and became convinced she didn’t want to leave. I fired off comments like, “If you’re not happy and think we should split then just say so.” After talking awhile she actually admitted that she wouldn’t like an affair because they get messy and only lead to disappointment – but – she could see that under the right circumstances she might be tempted to have sex with someone without getting involved emotionally. When she put the question to me I made it clear that I could cope with most things but wouldn’t want her to leave. Anyway, at the end it was clear to both of us that we knew there might be times when we pursued separate interests. Nothing specific was said about the event I had witnessed. From then on it became clear she was having sex with other men fairly often. I seemed to develop a sixth sense about knowing when she had though at times it was blatantly obvious. If she came in late there was a different attitude about her or I came home to find her wearing clothes she didn’t normally wear during the day. Occasionally, if she was going out for the evening without me I would walk into the bedroom when she was just starting to dress and knew from her choice of underwear she was hoping for a man. In fact she had bought some very sexy stuff that she only wore for these occasions. She seemed to enjoy my watching her dress and if I said something like, “Well someone’s expecting a good time! You look like you intend to have fun,” she would smile and tease me, telling me how “You never know your luck, do you?” Her breasts would be sticking out her top and her skirt hardly covering her backside. Most significant was she would come home in a car and I would see her being dropped off by a man or even two or more men in the car. I wondered what had gone on when she had obviously been squashed in the back seat between two men. I could smell the sex on her and I would sometimes ask her there and then if she had had an exciting night. She would admit that men had flirted with her and grabbed her and leave me to ask for more details – but I hardly did. Usually I followed her upstairs – to watch her undress – and see the signs of illicit sex. Red marks on her body – stains or the still wet discharge of other men in her panties. This is where my fetish – my kink – kicked in. I tortured myself thinking of what she doing with other men and even cursed myself for allowing it. Even so, she knew from my demeanour that when I followed her into the bedroom I was experiencing a weird pleasure. She made no attempt to hide or rush into the bathroom and would stand before me in her underwear and slowly peel her panties off and put them down before me – it didn’t bother her that they would have white tell-tale marks sticky semen, still wet. She would let me kiss her and then we would either lie down or she would stand while I sat on the bed then she would let me examine her vagina. Then I would lick her – tasting her juices, mingled with another mans’ cum – or, as I sometimes suspected, other men! Nothing was ever admitted directly but she became as excited as I was by letting me know that she had been with someone else and was now enjoying the effect it had on me – my torment – followed by my perverse pleasure. If I should be already in bed when she came home she would slip into bed still wearing her underwear and she would guide my hand to her damp crotch. Her excitement was sometimes greater than mine and she would force my head between her legs and she would sigh with delight when she felt me suck and lick the material of her panties. More than once she pulled my head to various places of her body and I tasted and smelt male semen on her tits belly and even her bottom. I trembled when I imagined her to have indulged in a gang bang – and she was trying to tell me! Never once did I ask what she had been doing. Also there were times when, say at a party I would find she had disappeared with someone. Once I caught her in the garden with two of my so-called friends letting them feel up her skirt while she had their cocks out. I was about to walk into the bathroom of my local bar once when I heard two of the regulars saying how they had heard she was a great fuck and that she “put it about a bit” During the day I knew men sometimes visited her on her day off work. A repair man spent a very long time doing a simple job – and the curtains closed. One morning I left her fully dressed then had to return to collect some papers – she had changed back into a very flimsy negligee and was nervous about me returning home. I waited in the car to see who would arrive but only witnessed a young delivery boy who got an unexpected treat. She made a fuss about the parcel in an effort to keep him there longer – no accident or carelessness – she hadn’t even put on a gown to answer the door. Pressure of work meant that I was unable to stay to discover the identity of the man she had really dressed for. All this didn’t happen every day or week of course – but nevertheless often enough. Though she was always ready for sex with me too – and it wasn’t just out of sympathy or guilt. I know now that she would have liked me to have asked her more questions and been more open but well, it didn’t happen. Until that is one day when I had to go home early and wasn’t in the mood for closing an eye to her games. I entered the house without even wondering if she was home or not and made quite a bit of noise. Throwing my stuff down on the floor I poured myself a generous drink and flopped into a chair. I was thinking about the days events when I heard my wife’s footprints on the stairs. She walked into the room – holding a night gown around her body. After asking me why I was home early the atmosphere became tense and awkward – then she said, “I’d better go back upstairs.” She walked toward the door and hesitated, then turning back she looked at me anxiously and said, “I suppose I’d better explain – there’s no easy way of telling you this but – well – I have someone upstairs.” In spite of our “quiet understanding” and her obvious antics it was still hard for her to openly admit to it – and hard for me to hear. We both now had to face up to reality and I offered what I thought was a sensible answer. “It shouldn’t be a shock – we both know that each of us have been aware that we just haven’t talked about it. This was bound to happen sooner or later – even the guys in the pub talk about it. So – you’ve said it now – you have a man upstairs.” I tried to sound normal but my heart pounded and nerves were on edge. I saw her shaking her head looking worried, “No – not one – there are two of them.” Who would think a simple sentence said to correct me could cause such intense feelings? Here am I home early and my wife tells me she has two men in our bedroom – here to have sex with her! The only thing I could think to say was, “Well, you had better go back upstairs then – they will be wondering what is happening. I can’t blame them if you have invited them here can I?” She went upstairs and for a few minutes I sat there stunned, trying to listen to the sound of people talking. Then I heard footsteps – I assumed the men were about to leave but no – they all walked into the room. That is, my wife, a man, and a young boy, not more than eighteen. The man started to speak. “Hi – your wife tells me you both have an agreement – you know – give each other freedom.” He went on to say he hoped I wasn’t annoyed or embarrassed at finding them there and rattled on for a while. I can’t say I listened too much he said but my wife’s voice cut through. “I’ll get us all a drink shall I?” So she wasn’t going to tell them to leave, in fact they sat down. I said nothing but looked at them weighing them up. My wife sat next to the older man and as she sipped her drink her robe fell apart. I could see that she was wearing some very sexy underwear, black corset with suspenders and half-cup bra. This is what she has been displaying to this man and, more shockingly this young boy! There were attempts to make conversation but I didn’t respond. Then I was aware of whispers and looking at my wife she nervously smiled before speaking. “We’ll go back upstairs now,” she said. She had no intention of sparing me as she followed the man out of the room. The boy was told to stay with me and seemed peeved at his loss. We both sat silent as the noises from upstairs told us someone was having hard sex. For a half-hour it went on until the man unexpectedly appeared. Equally unexpectedly he motioned the boy – to go upstairs and join my wife! As the boy obeyed the man gave him a few seconds to start his journey upstairs and looked at me. “Why don’t we both go and watch them – your wife tells me you have never joined in before?” I said nothing and gulped my drink – did he think he had the right to say that – it was my home – my wife. Watch her have sex – watch with this stranger while a young lad fucks her. I might as well see – I may as well learn just how much of a slut she is. I rose and with shaking limbs started to make for the bedroom – the guy followed me. The boy was stood in front of my wife who in turn was sat on the bed. The gown was gone and her open legs showed she was without panties. Her naked tits bounced to her movements, the boy’s penis being in her mouth her head bobbing to and fro. The boy was groaning with pleasure and held his hands loosely round her head. His tight young buttocks slightly swayed to help intensify his enjoyment. My wife saw my presence but was happy to carry on then suddenly the boy yelled and lost control. Quickly my wife withdrew his penis and just like on a dirty film she opened her mouth wide for the benefit of us, her audience – to watch the lads sperm shoot onto her tongue and into her mouth. As the force of his ejaculation subsided she sucked on him and licked his bell-end. The situation calmed and as the others relaxed with ease I still was tense with a multitude of thoughts and emotions spinning round my head. “Go and join your wife,” said the man. He seemed to know what was in my head and was about to make me admit and show my desires. I walked over to the bed while my wife smiled and held open her arms welcoming me. Sitting down she started to kiss me, first gently and then more forceful and sexual. Her body was still wet with other male’s sperm and when she pushed her tongue into my mouth the boy’s cum invaded my own mouth. Gradually I forgot about the others and responded more letting her unfasten my trousers and take out my cock. I kissed her tits and sucked her nipples then she began to force my head further down her body. “Lick me!” she said in a loud breathless whisper. She wanted me to lick out her dripping cunt, filled with someone else’s sperm – while they were still here to watch! This was different – this was a new experience – but the man seemed to know what I had wanted and uttered further words of encouragement. My shame and reluctance left me and as she lay back on the bed spreading her legs wide I let my face fall to see her well fucked pussy – then slowly began to lick and suck. Her arousal built up – I felt her hips rise and fall – her breathing quickened – her hands guided the movements of my head between her legs. The audience had a good view and glancing up then around I was just about able to see her lustful smiling face then notice the other smiling faces of the males. The boy was still spent but the man was now recovering and caressed his growing cock. Another glance at my wife told me she delighted at this sight and watched as he brought his member back to life. Lifting my head she commanded me, “Fuck me!” Without question I stripped off my pants and plunged my cock into her cunt. “Come here!” I heard her instruct the man. A few seconds later I watched close up as she sucked another mans cock while I fucked her. She tired of this and told us to change over. Neither of us hesitated and as I looked wide-eyed while he slipped his dick into her I felt her draw me close and suck hard on my dick. Now she was really aroused and moaned and bucked and tried her best to make herself cum. The man used all the energy he had and pummelled into her like a jack-hammer. Eventually she screamed, for the man it was easier to hold back having spent his seed once already. The event caused me to shoot forth and she licked and sucked between her groans and moans. Once again everyone sat back to recover – and once again I had to perform my chore – this time without urgency or prompt – I licked the fresh spunk from her vagina. The time came for us to finish these games and my wife rose from the bed announcing she needed a pee. She gave me an unusual look then as she passed the boy her hand took hold of his and like a mother about to take her child a walk she led him out of the room. At the door she glanced back at me with a wicked smirk on her face. The man was not shocked like I but followed a few steps behind. What was she going to do now? Following also I stayed behind the man who had now stopped outside the bathroom. My wife had entered – taking the boy with her. She made sure the door was left wide open for us to see and to my amazement the boy knew what was expected of him – he sat on the loo facing my wife – they had done this before! Now my wife was facing the boy with her back to us. Her legs moved apart to widen her stance and both her hands went between her legs – it was apparent she was holding open her cunt lips – just inches from the boy’s face. “Open your mouth,” she quietly told him. My cock began to twitch and heart thumped as I witnessed this unbelievable act from my wife. Like a boy about have a dental examination he obediently opened wide and waited for the hot pungent liquid to fill the cavity. The yellow piss streamed out and ran down his body, spitting out the contents of his mouth he sat and waited for more. My wife was seen to move slightly to direct her aim at various parts of the lads’ anatomy. Now I could see more because the man had sunk to his knees behind my wife. He was actually now licking her arse and leaving her vagina free she put her hands behind her to pull her arse cheeks apart. No sex act was apparently taboo to my wife and her friends. She alternated, bending forward while the man tried to force his tongue up her anus to thrusting her groin forward letting the boy lick her last drops of piss from her cunt. It went on –and on – until finally she exploded into a very intense orgasm. At the end, on our way out back to dress she simply said to me, “See – you’re not alone in liking to go down there and lick!” After that day she seemed happier, letting me witness more than she had before. I grew to accept it and still didn’t question it being content to indulge in my own fantasies and fetishes. She occasionally brought men home with her, sometimes singly, sometimes more – and I watched – then joined in later. She took great delight in letting me witness a man take her from behind – and let him fuck her anally. Many times I would watch while she offered her arse into the air to be fucked while she sucked hard on another. The pissing worked both ways too – once, when she had brought home two men she seemed to tire of the sex games going on and suddenly brought out a large plastic sheet. She announced what she thought she would find very arousing then sat on her knees while both men stood and pissed on her body and face. They didn’t ask her to open her mouth – but she did anyway! Letters to the Editor Ch. 05 So that’s how we conduct our life – sometimes I am included, sometimes not. She still does many things without me knowing or being there. Most of our friends who are willing have now fucked her and neighbours and local workmen usually know they are in for a treat if they get the chance. Her favourite sex situation by far is being gang-banged – the dirtier the better. One man, one husband, can’t hope to satisfy that sort of appetite! That was the end of the letter and the editor wiped the sticky white mess from his trouser front. Throughout his reading of the letter he had kept imagining his own wife with other men. How would he handle it – the thoughts seemed to be growing more and more frequent. He would find his dick had stood to attention and realise it was because he had been picturing his wife with another man. If all these letters were to be believed some unlikely women were prepared to do the most sexually outrageous things. Would, he wondered, his own wife need much tempting – and was he sure it hadn’t already happened? Letters to the Editor Ch. 06 After a particularly hard but successful day the Editor sat back and followed what was his usual routine of pouring himself a stiff drink and sitting back in his chair waiting for the rest of the staff to leave for home. He was already feeing horny as he had been thinking once again of those letters. Hovering outside was one of the young secretaries and catching his eye she gave a smile and walked in. “Waiting for us all to go so you can get up to mischief?” she asked laughing. “What do you mean?” he replied taken by surprise. “Our last boss liked to stay behind too – to read those letters,” she said knowingly. “Did you think the rest of us didn’t know about them?” She laughed again then sat on the edge of the desk. The boss found him-self admiring her shapely legs and noticed how tight her sweater was over her ample breasts. “Not everyone knows of course – just a few of us,” she explained further. “So have you had the chance to read them?” asked her boss. She blushed, and then answered him. “A few of the senior male staff got to read a few and – well – lets just say I’m only one of two females that have seen them – the other one has left now.” “So why you?” asked the boss. The girl swung her leg and smiled at the young editor, “Because they knew I could keep a secret – and that I enjoyed reading them too.” The boss was intrigued, “So did you stay behind in the evening with the editor and the “Big Chief” and you all sat reading the letters – with a drink?” The secretary gave him a very seductive look and crossed her legs showing an expanse of thigh. “Yes – they sometimes invited me to stay behind – and we would all enjoy them together – they were very interesting evenings.” The editor wondered just how exciting and interesting the evenings got – every time he stayed behind he finished up masturbating – could it be that she obliged them? He laughed to himself thinking his imagination was getting the better of him. Without thinking of the consequences he made her an offer. “Well I suppose you can read a few more if you want to stay behind one evening – but don’t tell the whole bloody office!” he said. The girl smiled and raised her crossed leg higher than was needed before standing. The boss caught a glimpse of white panties between thighs. “Thanks – I have an errand to run – but I can be back in less than an hour – if you’re staying that long.” After running his eyes up and down her body and admiring her amazing arse he was tempted. “OK – see you later,” he simply said. As the girl left his cock rose to attention – and as his hand went to his dick he began to read the first letter of the evening. Dear Sir, This is a story about a wife willing to please her husband but with an unusual beginning. He never knew what caused the change in her but simply enjoyed the benefits! In the public house that I mostly frequent in a small village in northern England there was a married couple who where known to be very prim and proper and reserved. They were a popular pair, in their early thirties and quite attractive. She was small and though she had a great figure and wore clothes just tight enough to show off her curves she didn’t exude sex – untouchable you might say. They would join in the fun but had strict limits – or so most people thought. Like a typical pub every other week the regulars would visit neighbouring pubs for darts or pool tournaments – the other weeks would be a home match. Two or three nights a week the couple would sit and sip their drinks quietly and chat to others, all very respectable. Then, it came about that the husband was asked to join the darts team due to a shortage of players. This he did and when he was away with the team his wife would sit with a bunch of customers and await his return. Sometimes it would be quite late and if they had won more celebrations would take place. Without each others constant company the couple both became a little more outgoing and relaxed in company. As I was neither a member of dart or pool teams I was able to observe the change in the wife by staying behind on away matches. Some of the local lads and men occasionally got out of hand and a few of the women were quite outrageous sometimes. A blind eye was often turned when someone was caught with another’s spouse or partner – it was “live and let live.” On night things changed when a group of locals got a bit silly. One had a birthday and all had consumed more drink than normal. The young wife was in but her husband was away somewhere else. Jokes and pranks and fooling about ruled the evening and the wife cautiously joined in. When the ladies toilet was taken over by two girls who had dragged a couple of lads in the locals just laughed and left them to it. Without any fuss any women wanting to pee marched through to the men’s room and used a cubicle in there - in this part of the world it isn’t really a big deal. Therefore when the shy wife wanted to use the loo and couldn’t gain access two men grabbed her and marched her into the gents. It was all good humoured and as the men pushed her into a cubicle and told her she didn’t need to wait and suffer she was shocked but didn’t make a fuss. Interested to see how she would react I went in myself and observed. She very sheepishly came out and kept her head down because several men were stood at the urinals peeing. One of the guys who had dragged her in stopped her leaving and told the others to see how embarrassed she was. “First time you have seen something like this, eh? Go on lads – shake your cocks for her!” She complained to let her go and struggled a bit but she couldn’t resist the urge to have a look. This was quickly noticed and she was pushed a little nearer to the urinals. To my surprise instead of getting upset she stopped struggling and though she was scared to look properly she kept making quick glances at the exposed penises. Men came and went but some, enjoying the woman’s predicament, stayed and jeered things on. It wasn’t long before her glances became longer looks and she responded to comments. “Come on guy’s show her a big one.” “See – she’s really enjoying herself now – she’s not embarrassed anymore.” Sure enough she had a slight smile on her face and a look of stunned amazement. Her eyes seemed to focus first on a man’s cock then his face then back to his cock. Some brave enough waved their weapons at her others just stood and peed in front of her. “She likes this, doesn’t she?” exclaimed one man. The man holding her had almost relaxed his grip but she made no effort to leave. When they finally tired of the game I swore I noticed a look of disappointment in her face. The night wore on and some people became even more over the top. The manner of the wife had changed but she had taken no offence. Then, an hour later as she walked past the toilet door she was again grabbed and to the laughter of a group of men and lads she was walked into the gents. “Come and enjoy yourself again and watch these men have a piss.” I quickly followed to see her reaction. Now more drink had been consumed the odd one made a real exhibition of peeing in front of her and then pretending to masturbate. She watched wide eyed and didn’t protest once. Again the same man held her from behind with his arms around her waist. It was the expression on her face that caused the next move. “God, she really does like watching men piss! Look at her face!” Suddenly for the first time there was a sexual feeling about it. Others like me had been surprised that she didn’t scream blue murder and complain or get upset. She was still very embarrassed and shy but something had changed. The sexual overtones had made a couple of guys have an erection and one exhibitionist stood with a semi-hard on and peed from a distance into the trough. The young wife let her jaw drop and she looked really stirred up. Now she seemed a willing participant the man holding her let his hands roam and soon was gently feeling her tits. I was more amazed that she allowed him to and didn’t even flinch. He began to kiss her neck and several of us said “Wow!” as she let her head fall back. She didn’t worry at all when his hands slipped down and underneath her sweater back up to her tits. “Are you enjoying yourself tonight sweetheart?” said the man touching her. She didn’t answer but when someone said “Let’s show her who has the biggest dick!” she quickly focused her attention on the display of weapons. I noticed that as a few men passed through to just have a pee she couldn’t help but watch and check out the size of their cocks. Time brought things to a halt and as it was almost time for her husband to return everyone behaved themselves. That was it for a few weeks – she didn’t stop visiting the pub like some thought she would and no one made a fuss, her husband wasn’t any the wiser. Along came another birthday and guess what – her husband was away. It had to happen; several people had been waiting for the chance of a repeat performance. She had become sexually interesting to others and a few wondered how far she would go. When the night was in full swing the suggestion was made. “Let’s give Lucy a treat again – who wants to have a piss?” “Hey, Lucy - Do you want to come and hold it while I pee?” Lucy looked embarrassed but a minute later she was strolling past the door that lead out to the toilets so slowly it was as though she was waiting to be dragged in again. She came up the bar and asked for a drink then told a friend she would just make a visit to the ladies. Whether she spoke loud on purpose I don’t know but a group of lads followed her out and just as she was about to enter the ladies she was redirected into the gents. Having again gone to observe I was in time to see how easily she allowed them to lead her through the wrong door. “Come and do it in here, it’s more fun!” said one of the lads. The excited look on her face couldn’t be disguised. In the little group trouped and she looked bashful again as she was confronted by men pissing. Several comments were made from the occupants but everyone smiled and some stayed. A few older men had noticed the events and joined the group. Lucy avoided looking up and looked nervous – a hand of a man was stretched out and lifted her chin. “I really do want to go to the ladies!” she said pleadingly. One of the older men took hold of her and told her, “It’s OK – you’re in the right place – you can use the trough like we do.” There was nervous laughter and the man said loudly. “Come on lads – show her something before she looses interest.” A few hesitated, then I realised that most had a hard on and were a bit shy themselves. A couple took out their cocks in front of Lucy and she gasped at their erect state. “That’s what you like isn’t it Lucy?” One guy began to masturbate very slowly and looked really turned on. Lucy watched silently and seemed unaware that the man next to her was gently unbuttoning her top. A couple of men that had just come in for a piss felt the sexually charged atmosphere left out their dicks and Lucy watched them grow erect. She gave a little moan and as her last button popped open her hands came up to cover herself. The man whispered that it was alright and she allowed him to pull her hands away and gave up her feeble attempt to preserve her modesty. Lucy’s tits looked adorable and though there was nothing very sexy about her lingerie she looked very fuckable. The guy with her squeezed her tits and another came along side and played with a breast. A voice said “Bring her nearer,” and she was pushed right up to the urinals while one man took hold of her hand and placed it on his cock. She protested a little and withdrew it but she was coaxed and persuaded by little reassurances like, “You’ve wanted to do that, don’t worry about anyone finding out.” “Don’t be scared.” “You like that, don’t you?” She again gave in and held the man’s dick while he pissed. When another was put in front of her and her hand guided to it she was asked again, “That excites you doesn’t it?” to which this time she answered “Yes” About three more men took turns to have Lucy hold their cocks while they pissed and she was fascinated by each one. She never seemed to be fully aware that her skirt had now been pulled up to her waist and so many hands played with her she didn’t realise that her bra had been lifted above her tits and she was displaying her bare breasts. She was still mesmerised by the sight and feel of hard cocks pissing though by now most men left were busy wanking slowly. A man old enough to be Lucy’s dad presented her with his very thick and hard dick and taking her hand he used it to masturbate himself. He did the movements as Lucy just allowed her hand to be used. A young lad wanted some of the action and rubbed his dick against Lucy’s arse cheek wetting her knickers. Occasionally a hand found its way to her crotch but everyone wanted a turn. Then, the thing that really turned me on – her knickers and pantyhose began to be lowered! “No!” she cried when she felt the cold air on her arse cheeks. She was still letting her hand be used to wank the older man and had been quite happy to do so while others felt her body. “No – you can’t do that!” she said. “You never had that pee you wanted did you – do you still want to pee?” “Yes – but...” she was cut off as a mouth kissed her lips. “It’s OK – we’ll let you go in a cubicle and close the door. Do you want to pee?” They had succeeded in confusing her and when she answered “Yes” she wasn’t sure what she was saying it for. “No need to worry then,” the man said as hands lowered her panties below her knees. She was gripped tighter and lifted slightly off the floor while her garments were taken completely away. At that moment the man being wanked shot his load on Lucy’s hand and diverted everyone’s attention and shocked the young housewife. She began to notice that all the men had hard cocks and where busy masturbating. A voice was heard to whisper to her. “You enjoyed that too – do you want to hold another one?” She was clearly excited and unexpectedly nodded her head and uttered a little “yeah” Another man walked in front of her and after tweaking her nipples he presented his considerable weapon and Lucy hardly needed her hand guiding. When the man ejaculated she had completely forgotten that her knickers had been removed and she was now naked from the waist down while a least a dozen men played with their cocks in front of her. A man decided to suck her tits and Lucy didn’t even attempt to hide her pleasure – she smiled as she felt the man suck in. Now she needed no help with her hand movements and when fingers found their way to her upper thighs she offered no protest. “That’s OK isn’t it Lucy – you enjoy that?” “Yeah!” she smiled. “Look at all these men wanking in front of you. Do you like that?” She smiled shyly and nodded still eagerly pulling on the cock. “You’re not bothered now are you about having your knickers taken off.” She looked down and looked as though she had forgotten then decided it was too late to bother, but she didn’t look upset – she just smiled coyly. “It’s OK to touch you here now isn’t it?” said the voice as his fingers pushed in her vagina. She was a little taken back but was distracted again as the excitement had got the better of a boy and he directed his cum on Lucy’s leg. She felt the hot liquid and watched with a moan as the white stuff spurted from the little eye of the penis. That set off another lad and she seemed to screech with delight as his load shot all over her body. The penis in her hand followed suit and we spectators noticed her hips wriggling against the fingers rubbing her clit. “Come on, Lucy – no point being shy now – and uncomfortable – we’d like to see you pee – go on, don’t worry about the floor – let it go!” The man coaxing her spoke gently into her ear - the rest of us waited with baited breath. “Come on Lucy!” Lucy relaxed her muscles and a steady flow of pee came gushing from between her legs. The look on her face was a picture, it being a mixture of relief and pleasure. She was turned so that every man in the room could see to his best advantage. Her vaginal lips were pulled open and she happily spread her legs wide apart. Everyone in the room gasped and muttered and was astonished by the event. One man joined her in having a pee which seemed to please her and cause a little smile. Lucy was lost in the moment and when someone announced her husband was about to enter the premises others panicked but she stayed in a trance. She was very quickly bundled into a small private room and a decision was made to help her get quickly home while someone informed her husband that she had felt tired and left earlier. A free drink was put in front of him and questions were asked about the match in an effort to occupy his mind. He fell for it and when I heard a whisper for someone to check that his wife was “safe” I volunteered my services. When I quietly opened the door that lead to the private quarters I stopped astounded. Three guys had stayed with her to help her dress and then take her home. Though they hadn’t quite done the job they had promised. Lucy was still there, laid flat on the table with her bum at the edge and legs in the air – and she was being well and truly fucked by one of the men. At her head a cock was dripping sperm around her mouth – it had just shot over her face. I remonstrated with the bunch and asked what the hell they were doing when the third one, not to be outdone pushed his dick inside her pussy and pumped away – to have probably the shortest fuck he had ever had. Lucy offered no complaint or fuss as she was eventually bundled out and into a waiting car to speed her home. I walked back into the bar gave the all clear but didn’t mention what I had seen. A few weeks later someone else had a birthday – her husband. Lucy was now a different girl - at least with the other men and it seemed that visits to other pubs without his wife had given him a roving eye and a taste for a little adventure. Very often now he complained that his wife was a bit too straight-laced and how he wished for a bit more excitement. On the night of his party, Lucy was jeered by the crowd and told to give her husband a passionate kiss in front of everyone. “She’s too timid,” scoffed her husband. A little while later when it was noticed he had gone for a pee two of the men grabbed Lucy. “Go on – follow him in and give him a treat!” The woman smiled and calmly turned and walked to the gents. The new Lucy, to her husband’s disbelief walked into the gents and as her husband stood speechless she held his cock while he finished peeing and caring nothing for the other men watching she pulled him into a cubicle and told him to fuck her! They were in there a long time – most of the night. When they finally went home no one saw them in the pub again for at least a month. The man had a new wife – a sexy wife who was there to please him – and he was making the most of it. He never did question her on what brought about the change but was always seen with a little smile on his face. Yours, “Would our sex life improve if my wife let another man fuck her – make her more exciting and adventurous?” thought the editor. He stopped himself scared that once again he was comparing his wife to the women in the letters. Looking up he saw the figure of the young secretary and realised with horror that his hand was still on his cock – and it was still standing proud. “Don’t worry about it – it’s what I expected you to be doing,” said the girl calmly. Walking over to his desk she took his hand and guided him to the small couch against the wall. Amused at her directness the editor let her have her way and sat down waiting for her next move. Letters to the Editor Ch. 06 “This is what it’s all about – being turned on by illicit sex,” said the girl. Much to the surprise of her boss she slowly raised her skirt to her hips then sat beside him taking his cock in her hand. “Now why don’t you enjoy reading your letters while I take care of the rest?” she whispered seductively. Very slowly she moved her hand back and forth on his foreskin and aroused by the sight of her pussy lips protruding from the side of her panties he was in no mood to resist – he unfolded the next letter. Dear Sir, You might be interested in hearing this sexy story. My wife and I who are both 36 talked many times about her going with another man. In spite of the idea turning her on we never made it happen but both fantasised about it when we were having sex. My wife’s sister asked if she could send her son to stay with us while he sorted himself out at college and we agreed. He was always a bit of a softie and my wife still thought of her nephew as a little boy. He was eighteen but as we hadn’t seen him for ages we both didn’t realise how he’d grown. After a couple of weeks he settled in and one night I caught him eyeing up my wife as she bent to pick something up. That got my imagination going and I took a different view of him. I told my wife I was worried what might happen when I was at work with her and a young stud alone. She laughed and said nothing was likely to happen with her nephew – he was her sisters little boy. I told her what I had seen and said what about having some fun and teasing him. She told me I was a pervert then laughed and dismissed it. Over the next week though she began to flash a little bit when we sat watching T.V. together and got changed for bed earlier than usual so she could parade about in her night wear. It had the desired effect and the lad had to hide his bulge a few times. One night I had a play-fight with my wife and held her down, both of us knowing she was showing her panties to the boy. It turned her on and I groped and kissed her in front of him. He tried to cover his interest and excitement at seeing his aunt’s knickers but he became very uncomfortable and restless. When we went to bed she was rampant talking about how he was probably masturbating thinking of her. She admitted that the fact he was her young nephew made it more exciting. I told her that should she find an opportunity to carry it further she should take it. Something which she hadn’t told me before was that on a couple of mornings he didn’t go to college and was in the habit of having a lie in bed. Having took an evening job it was his chance to recuperate his flagging energy so we didn’t mind. My wife told me she peeped round the door one day and she was sure he was playing with himself under the bedclothes. After that she spied on him and once caught him with just his underpants on and said he had quite a big bulge. I asked her if she would have liked to see it and she moaned a “Yeah” at me. When I asked her if she would play with it if she got the chance she went a little weird and told me fuck her – it was obvious where her thoughts were. My wife’s spying had got me very turned on and I asked her make sure she told me if anything else should happen. She started to be more blatant with her clothes and let her gown fall open or leave buttons undone on her blouse. It was all building up and when I asked one day if anything interesting had happened she confessed that that morning when the boy was reading and she was pressing some clothes that she changed her skirt and top in front of him. She made it look casual and normal and quietly observed his reaction from the corner of her eye. He looked very interested so she purposely fiddled about before she put on some clothes. I almost came when she said she stood before him in just panties and bra. Then she said she had to go to our bedroom and bring herself off she was so turned on. After that she made a habit of being only partially dressed when he rose late in the morning. She pointed out to him it was accidental and apologised giving a long explanation that she was choosing clothes to go out in and couldn’t make her mind up – so she had longer to draw attention to herself and give him chance to ogle her. Then one night when we were having sex and talking about him she seemed more aroused than usual. I pressed her and she told me that that morning he had gone for a bath and knowing he needed a towel she took one to him. Instead of passing it round the door and knocking she just walked into the bathroom. “He was standing there,” she said, “Naked, with his penis hanging down but not altogether slack – he has a big cock!” She pushed me on my back and grinded away fucking me – it had had an amazing effect on her. That night she asked me to fuck her three times in all – and I think she would have had more had I been able. I asked if she would go further with him if she could and she calmly admitted that she would, in spite of her being his aunt! After we had dinner one evening the boy went out and she immediately told me she had something she wanted to tell me. I was nervous and excited wondering what she was about to say. When I inquired if it concerned her nephew and sex she nodded – the pace of my heartbeat doubled. “This morning, he stayed in bed and I went to peep at him – his hand was moving about under the covers. It got me aroused but he noticed I was there and stopped. I pretended I was about to clean the upstairs of the house and said I was seeing if he was asleep. I didn’t want to wake him but I really needed to get on with my jobs. I said it was OK for him to stay in bed but I would have to come in and tidy his room. You see, I had a naughty idea – I was going to bend over for him and flash my panties – hoping that when I had gone I could peep through the door and he would want to wank. Before I started to clean I went back into the bedroom – and changed my clothes.” I had to take out my cock when she told me this and sat back slowly pulling it. “Carry on!” I urged excitedly. “Well, I put on a very short mini skirt and hold-up stockings – and a very low cut top.” Her voice faltered when she added, “But I didn’t put on any panties.” I had to slow down my arm action before I exploded and fought to control my urge to fuck her. “Are you not angry at me?” she asked. “No! Just carry on with your story!” She looked at the state of my dick and reassured she sat near me and carried on. When she spoke the first sentence she slowly pulled up her skirt and slipped her hand down her panties to rub her clit. Even telling the story was making her sexually stimulated – but what was going to come next? “I went back into his bedroom with the vacuum cleaner and began to clean the carpet. I saw him through the mirror a couple of times looking at me. I knew from his position he would be able to see the very tops of my legs even if I just leant forward a few inches. I moved my bum about and really teased him. I picked my time and – bent over low – showing him my bare backside. I saw he liked it and so I kept doing it – and I noticed his hand making movements under the covers. I was very aroused – I gradually moved the cleaner working backwards – until I was only inches from the edge of the bed – and his face – then I pretended to pick something up – I stood wider and bent right down.” Her hand was working faster and she closed her eyes reliving the experience, moaning softly. Never before had I seen her like this – not so turned on. “I was disappointed – I hoped he would touch me but he wasn’t brave enough. Eventually I had to stand up and I turned to him glancing at the bulge under the covers – he stopped moving his hand. How I wanted to him to fuck me!” she said, about to reach a climax. The reality hit me – it wasn’t a game or fantasy any more – she was trying to seduce her nephew – her sister’s son. And she was going to do it with her husband’s knowledge – she was going to tell me everything! “Stand up!” I said and turned her round quickly. I pulled down her panties and told her to bend forward. “I want to see what he saw – stand wider – open your legs!” She obeyed happily and said she was glad it turned me on and she didn’t need to feel guilty. “So you want to fuck your nephew – you want his cock?” “Oh yes! Fuck me while I dream of it happening!” I pumped away at her. “He has a lovely big cock and I want to have it!” Every night we created in our minds various ways and scenario’s where she would make her dirty fantasy come true and have sex with her young nephew. She decided that it would probably never happen because she couldn’t make the first move for chance he was so scared he told his mum and made a fuss - he was, after all, very timid. He certainly would be unlikely to make a play for her – even when her bare arse was inches from his face. I told her that he would probably be hoping for a repeat performance with the vacuum cleaner the following week - until then the sexual tension grew for both of us. I came home from work that night eager to listen to her story. She had dressed as before and made the same excuse to enter his bedroom. She chatted to him a while letting him look down her front hoping to “Get him going” as she put it. She started to clean and he laid flat in bed pretending to be going back to sleep and closing his eyes. Again my wife made use of his reflection in the mirror and saw how he peeped and when he thought it safe rapid movements were seen under the covers around his midriff. She became very turned on and pretending she was having difficulty cleaning behind a piece of furniture she stayed bent over and moved her legs as wide as possible to give him a better view between her legs. My wife told me he became very excited by this and thinking he was safe from detection he suddenly flung back the covers and treated her to the sight of watching him wank through the mirror. She let her hand roam under her skirt a she told me what a lovely thick cock he had and how she wanted it. With regret she told how when she decided to quickly turn and face him – hoping that would lead to them both cutting out the pretence – he “chickened out” and covered up. He wasn’t quite sure if he had been caught or not and she was still too scared to mention it. He became bashful and after trying to appear casual my wife eventually left the room. She waited outside trying to build up courage to make a move. When she heard movement she hesitantly walked back into the room. He was out of bed and about to dress and was standing in just his Calvin Cline underwear. She could see the outline of his cock and testicles and he simply stood there stunned. His dick was erect and pointed upwards across the fold between leg and hip. She uttered something banal and for a long minute they stood transfixed by each other. There was a little small talk as she admired his lithe almost naked body and pictured herself licking and nibbling at his developing pectoral muscles. My wife attempted to turn the conversation and said things like, “You’ve grown up into a big boy.” Even though she tried to sound seductive he failed to respond in the way she had hoped. Eventually, she told me, she became brave enough to blatantly focus her gaze on his bulge and to her delight he didn’t rush to cover up. When nothing else happened and both became self conscious and uneasy she left the room. Aroused and frustrated she waited downstairs for him. After making him a coffee he sat in the lounge and my wife joined him. Hoping to keep his interest she once again found excuses to bend over until eventually she sat across from him – letting her skirt ride high and leaving her legs slightly parted. From his eyes she knew he liked what he saw and partially covered his face to hide his blushes. My wife said she then threw caution to the wind – then she related the story to me. “After a while I quietly said, “I hope I haven’t embarrassed you? I’ve just realised how much you can see up my skirt. I’m so used to being alone in the house I forget what I’m showing. Are you annoyed and disgusted?” He coughed to clear his throat and went bright red – a feeble “No, its fine,” was just about audible. “Anyway I don’t suppose looking at a woman my age will do much for a boy of your age – or did you enjoy looking?” He was lost for words so I carried on. “Did you like looking – it’s OK to tell me – it’s quite normal to admit getting excited at seeing a woman’s body?” When he nodded it made me feel very excited, I then said with a laugh, “I’m not too old for you to find it sexy then – being your aunt and all?” He shook his head and fidgeted around in his seat. “That’s fine then – I don’t mind you looking – it’s nice to be admired by someone else after being married all this time.” When I finished saying that I stretched out a leg a little to let him see up my skirt again. I could hear his breathing getting heavier. “Like I said upstairs – you’ve become a big boy now – I got quite excited looking at you too – does that shock you?” He struggled to find the words, “No – I don’t mind – I think you look alright – well, nice – and I’m glad you like me too. I’ve never seen an older lady being so – well, sexy and showing so much.” He hesitated, “I was scared you’d be mad when you saw me looking,” his said with a faltering voice. I smiled and asked, “So you promise not to tell your mum how careless your aunt is when she bends over – and that sometimes she doesn’t wear any knickers?” He stuttered and licked his dry lips before uttering, “I promise – not to tell anyone.” I felt in control now and very turned on knowing he wasn’t going to run away in fright. “Good – it’s only fun isn’t it – would you like me to give you a little treat and show you more?” I began unbuttoning my blouse and his eyes were on stalks when I pulled open my top and showed him my breasts. He gazed at me and blushed red again, “Are you OK or do you want me to stop?” He nodded and making sure I understood which question he was answering he almost shouted, “Its fine, honestly!” When I had let him feast his eyes on me awhile while I chatted to him I looked for the bulge in his pants then seeing it had grown I said, “Come over here and sit with your favourite aunt.” He was reluctant so I said, “I know you have a big bulge in your pants – don’t be shy – come and sit next to me.” As he awkwardly walked over I felt so aroused I decided not to waste any more time – when he sat down I put an arm around him and taking his hand I placed it on my tits. “Go on – touch them if you want too.” He was scared but began to move his hand and gently squeeze and rub them a bit. Without making him more frightened I slipped my hand down to stroke his bulge. “You have a very nice cock – do you mind if I touch it?” I whispered softly and he did likewise, “No.” I carefully unzipped him and we both shook with excitement as I brought his penis out of his pants. It felt great and I had to slow myself down a bit – I started to kiss him as I gently pulled back his foreskin. I kept whispering to him what a lovely cock he had and made him promise again he wouldn’t tell his mum about his naughty aunt. He said he wouldn’t then I whispered to him to unclip my bra. His hands trembled and he struggled but when he finally managed it he squealed with excitement and delight when my bare nipples sprang into view. “Suck auntie’s tits – there’s a good boy!” I said and lifted my breast to his mouth. I let him spend ages just licking and sucking my nipples while I played with his cock. I wanted him then so I told him to take off his pants and when he stood and obeyed I just yanked down his underwear and left him naked from the waist down. His dick stood pointing at the ceiling and I kissed him all over- including his knob-end. I slowly peeled off my shirt and let my bra fall away. He was almost whimpering – I stood next to him holding his cock and told him to unfasten my skirt. He shook as he did it and when it fell to the floor I stood back and let him see me in just my stockings. He made strange noises and had a manic look on his face. Very slowly I pressed myself to him and whispered, “Do you want to be a really wicked boy – and fuck your aunty?” I held his buttocks and kissed him then I moved away and lay on the couch letting one leg overhang onto the floor. My pussy opened up and he couldn’t take his eyes off it – I guided him down on top of me and reached for his cock. “Good boy – put your lovely dick inside aunty - fuck me nice and slow!” I wrapped my legs round his body and kept him deep inside me.” My wife rested for a moment before she finished her tale. “It was amazing – he made it last as long as he could and brought me to an orgasm. We laid there for a while after and he sucked on my tits and explored all my body, even sinking to the floor to see my vagina close up – he licked it a bit and wasn’t put off by the taste of his own sperm. Eventually he had to go to college for the afternoon – but when he came home for tea I did something else.” Feeling a little jealous and put out now I asked what? “When he came into the kitchen watching me preparing our meal I looked at him standing there and after a few minutes I walked over to him. I pulled him nearer the table and sat down on a chair holding him in front of me. I unzipped him and took him in my mouth – I sucked him off and let him shoot into my mouth.” For the next few weeks this became a regular occurrence. When I was at work or out my wife and her nephew would have sex – and she would give me the details later! They had sex in all positions and all rooms - she got him to fuck her doggy style and against the wall standing up. When he had a lie in bed she would wait while he was awake and join him under the covers. She admitted that sometimes they used our bed because they wanted more room. I was very jealous when she told me she sometimes went about her chores in just sexy underwear for his pleasure letting him “take her” when he was sufficiently aroused. Occasionally, when he was sat studying she would kneel down under the desk and take out his cock to suck him off. Most vexing of all was her confession that they liked to masturbate while watching each other which would end with either he licking her out or him directing his cum into her mouth while stood over her. In front of me he kept up that silent moody attitude and looked as though butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. I was ready to bring this to an end when he had to go back home anyway for the holidays. My wife was distraught at his leaving and when we said our goodbye’s for the first time she dropped any act and kissed him passionately in front of me. He put it down to her being upset and I agreed it was just a hysterical aunt. Life returned to near normal apart from her eagerness to relate and remember stories when we had sex. She was clearly missing him and was infatuated by him. We didn’t fight about it as I made no secret that listening to her exploits turned me on and I would even like her to let another man have his way with her. It was just that she seemed to be too attached to the boy emotionally – if it hadn’t have been her sisters son I would say she was “in love” with him. Our sex was great and she said that she wished we had been more adventurous years ago. Before I could interest her in tempting another man and take her mind off the boy she dropped a bombshell – he was coming back to stay with us for a few weeks! Not her idea granted – her sister had asked that while was waiting for his own place which had been delayed would we take him again. The new term was starting and he was a bit stuck. Her sister said that it really wasn’t the place for a young boy as he was intruding in our privacy but he told her how much he had enjoyed his stay with us. Well, that was no surprise – he would say that wouldn’t he? The so called shy vulnerable boy had been fucking his aunt and having more sex than all of his friends put together. Letters to the Editor Ch. 06 “Is it all going to start up again with him?” I asked her. “Probably – unless he has lost interest and got him self a girl friend. Before you ask – yes, I am looking forward to having sex with him again. Anyway, he’s only here for a few weeks then he’ll have other things to occupy his mind. I’m not likely to run off with him you know!” That didn’t reassure me and when he arrived I was very cool toward him. For the first few days he was busy sorting out his flat with his mates and getting ready for the new term. My wife had a spring in her step and I noticed she dressed a little smarter. It all happened at the end of the first week and I’ll tell you the basics before this letter gets too long. We were sat in watching T.V. and the lad came home and joined us. Telly was boring and I poured the drinks and we talked. The boy was more extrovert than his first visit and we got on better. We all became very relaxed and I started to picture them together. Now he looked quite harmless and thinking of how my wife had seduced him began to turn me on. I noticed too that because she was in his company she was beginning to desire him – instead of my usual jealousy I found the thought arousing. Just like in the early days of his visit we fooled about and I pulled her down across the couch showing her legs off. When our eyes met we sensed each others arousal and knew we wanted something to happen. When I started to tickle her and asked for some help from the boy to hold her down she mouthed a silent thank you to me. Unlike before he made no bones about looking at her legs flailing about in the air and laughed along. Pretending to be scared of touching her he came along side of the couch and asked what he should do. As he was at her head I told him to hold her down and he took hold of her arms leaning his body over her but facing her feet. “Shall we embarrass her?” I asked and slowly pulled up her dress. The boy was surprised and wondered how far I’d go – knowing more than he realised I exposed her panties and saying how ticklish her belly was I went even higher and uncovered the bare flesh of her navel. Her panties made a sexy sight being high cut and the soft material showed the outline of her labia. I glanced at the boy and saw how much he enjoyed the sight – I bet he wished I wasn’t present though. My wife put up an act struggling and pretending to go weak when I tickled her. Her head was almost in his lap and she managed to press against his crotch when she turned her face. Gary, her nephew, secretly enjoyed the view of his aunt’s underwear and when I changed from tickling to caressing his excitement was obvious. My wife moaned softly as I slowly moved from her belly to the tops of her thighs carefully avoiding her vagina. She writhed a little and her face was now pressing into his very big bulge. Nervously he looked to see if I had noticed and looked unsure. “Unfasten her shirt Gary – let’s embarrass her even more. He was stunned by my instruction and stared at us both with a questioning look. “Let’s both enjoy the sight of your aunt’s sexy underwear – unbutton her blouse.” I knew if he obeyed I could entice him to do my bidding. For a second he was unsure – then he started to pop open her buttons. “How many?” he asked innocently. “All of them – you can join us in having a bit of fun – playing sexy games. It’s OK – your aunt wants you to – enjoy yourself.” Young Gary undid her shirt and pulled it apart, I watched him closely as he stared at her breasts. My wife had now stopped struggling and lay with her eyes half closed enjoying the touch. I run my hand slowly over her panties and followed the crease of her cunt – the boy watched intently. Knowing she was in the wrong position to touch Gary I told her to sit up and sat her between us. I continued to finger her and invited Gary to play with her tits. My wife needed to speed things up – not waiting she pulled him to her and kissed him. He became scared of my reaction and looked at me confused – I said carry on and released my wife from my attentions and sat back to watch. She almost tore the boy’s trousers off and as he protested she said, “It’s OK Gary – your uncle knows.” The boy was stupefied but my wife carried on and stripped off her top and bra. Removing his pants and underwear altogether she sank between his knees and began to suck him. His very well sized cock rose to the occasion and I felt comfortable about loosing my own clothing. Sitting by him in just my unfastened shirt I pulled back my foreskin and moved to the rhythm of my wife’s head. I became aware that the boy was focused on another part of the scene other than his aunt giving him head – he was staring at my cock with an unusual expression. When I looked him straight in the eye instead of looking away he gazed right back at me. My wife now letting her fingers hold my dick pulled us together – she was going to put both in her mouth together. I had to turn toward the boy and him to me – then I felt his hand rest on my shoulder. I felt weird and saw that my wife had noticed our close proximity. She moved both cocks closer and the lad and I watched her as put both toward her mouth and licked. Without warning she brought both ends together – cock rubbed against cock. I froze but the boy did something quite unexpected – he moaned and kissed me on the lips then pressed his naked body against mine! Before I could react his hand took my cock from my wife and he began to pump it vigorously. Sinking down to join her he gave it a quick suck and pointed it to my wife’s mouth. I started to rise and protest but my wife shouted, “No! Don’t stop this!” She rose up to face me and left the boy sucking me, saying again, “Let it happen – don’t stop it – let him suck you!” Before I knew it she was beside me and he was licking her cunt while his hand wanked me. Every few seconds he would move and change to sucking my dick. I was speechless but noted that I still had a magnificent hard on. My wife moved my hand to her tits and kissed and caressed me – she was amazingly turned on by this unexpected turn of events. “Stand up Gary,” she ordered and the boy obeyed. Taking hold of his cock she guided him nearer and I thought she was about to suck him. Instead she offered it to my mouth, “Suck him!” she said to me. “No!” I shouted, “I’m not gay!” His voice cut through to me, “Maybe you’ll enjoy it anyway – I like both sexes – you might like bi.” Well he certainly wanted me to take his cock. I didn’t think or rationalise – I just did it – curious what it would feel like I opened my mouth and my wife guided his cock into it. She began to masturbate him - and I began to suck and use my tongue. I felt myself become more enthusiastic and my wife loved it, moaning and sighing. “Let him come in your mouth,” she begged. I wasn’t sure but it came so suddenly I didn’t have time to react – I had sucked off our young nephew and my wife had helped and looked on. Greedily she licked his spunk from my mouth and took his cock to drink any leftovers. It wasn’t over yet - he dropped to his knees and proceeded to suck me. Climaxing I held the boys head and he swallowed every drop – I had to admit I enjoyed the experience. I was reluctant to talk about it the next day and my wife didn’t press me. That evening when the boy arrived home from his night out he went straight upstairs. A few minutes later he came to join us – dressed in his bathrobe. When he sat down he opened his gown to reveal to us that he was naked – and was already sporting an erect penis. My wife said nothing – she stood and undressed – I watched them fuck and it was the most exciting thing I had ever witnessed. He still calls to see us – but now instead of just watching I join in – he fucks my wife – and when watching his arse move up and down turns me on – I simultaneously fuck him! He loves visiting his favourite aunt and uncle. Yours truly, The editor became conscious of his hips slightly bucking and the secretary quickened her pace. Without warning she dropped to the floor and closed her mouth round his hot dick. Holding her head he let things take there natural course and when he felt the sap rising he burst forth into her willing mouth. Greedily she sucked and slurped, not wasting a drop. Now the young man could see another reason why the letters had been stored in the office! Letters to the Editor Ch. 07 It had been a week since the editor had enjoyed the attentions of the young secretary and though he felt a little self conscious in her presence while trying to maintain a correct working relationship he hoped she would ask to join him after hours again. It was while he was getting ready to leave one evening that she walked into his office and stood looking very seductively at him "I wondered if you wanted to stay behind for a while and do a little research – read about how some people choose to amuse their-selves." The editor smiled at her turn of phrase and gave the proposition some thought. Feelings of guilt about his wife consumed him but nevertheless he suggested they should sit and have a drink until they were sure that everyone else had left the building. It was his intention to take the opportunity to question her further about the letters. Waiting while she was relaxed he fired off the first question. "I was wondering – did you sometimes stay behind for our owner besides the last editor?" The girl smiled, "And why do you want to know that? It's not a question you should be asking – why should I answer – would you want me to tell people about staying behind for you?" The editor admitted she had a point and didn't press her but was taken aback when she moved across to his knee. "Actually, our boss told me you're OK so to answer you're question – yes – I stayed behind for "overtime" when the owner asked me. Before you ask me the next question that's in your head – yes – sometimes I stayed behind with the two of them – together. Does that shock you?" The editor was taken off guard and didn't know how to reply – the girl continued. "It pleased the two elderly men to sit and read the letters while I poured drinks and "helped" them enjoy their little pastime. They liked me to show off my body for them then sit by them while I played with them. Just like you and I did the other night – they got aroused with the letters and I was here to enhance their pleasure. Sometimes I just sat and read the letters – and they would watch me." By way of demonstration to illustrate what she meant her hand dropped to hitch up her skirt and he watched amazed as her fingers went between her thighs and she began to masturbate her-self. "If you want to know more – you'll have to read me a letter!" she said with a dirty laugh. The editor began to go along with her game and raising her from his knee he went to the cabinet and selected a letter at random. Turning around he was greeted by the sight of the girl, now without panties and sat in a chair with one leg draped over the arm showing her open vagina. The fingers of one hand stoked her sex-organ while the other gently squeezed her nipples that were now on show beneath her pulled up bra and sweater. "Now it's your turn to please me – read to me and turn me on," she purred. "Take out your cock – read the letter to me – and make me come!" Looking across at her he wanted to forget the letter and just fuck her – but this was her game – she was making the rules. As he began to read the girl's eyes half closed and a smile came across her face. Dear Sir, I have read in your magazine articles about men watching their wives. I began to get an urge to watch mine shortly after we married. We were both in our early twenties and very naïve and inexperienced. Being young most of our friends were still single and we tried to keep casual, inviting groups over to our new home to simply hang around playing music and things. A couple of my friends came over quite regular and we would be up very late, especially at weekends. Often we would have too much to drink and the fooling about would get a bit silly or over the top. My wife was always sensible and found it hard to let her hair down but she didn't really complain much. A couple of times, late at night the four of us would be alone and the drink made me want to kiss and grope my wife – sort of medium petting instead of heavy petting. She protested sometimes and slapped me but then she would say something like, "OK – To shut you up I'll give you a kiss." The others would watch us on the couch cuddling and kissing. That's when I noticed how much it turned me on thinking about my wife letting other men watch her- fantasy soon took over. Sue wore short skirts and smock-like summer dresses that were in fashion at the time, the sort that rode up easily when she stretched her arms. I looked for opportunities to pull her onto my knee in front of the boys knowing that they would probably be able to see her panties if I "helped" her dress ride up. Only once did she mention this and said, "Let me go – they can see up my skirt!" but she didn't protest too much. Once I was having a pretend argument with her in front of my mates and started to tickle her causing her legs to flay – the boys got a good view of her underwear. I was becoming more and more fixated by the idea of displaying my wife to others. One night when we three lads had been watching a porn film my wife came from upstairs and joined us for a drink. We men were all aroused and the conversation turned to sex. I put an arm around my wife and started to kiss her neck and cheek and when I kissed her lips I let my hand settle on her breast. As usual she protested but only feebly and when I noticed how much the lads were aroused it made my chest pound with excitement. I tried to push it as far as I could but even though she let me touch her tits a bit she resisted when I tried to run my hand along her thigh. I told her that we were very selfish, sat here kissing when the others had no girlfriends. Several jokes were made about this and after a few witty comments I suggested she should let them have a little kiss. My wife said a definite no and I spent the next half hour trying to change her mind. It was all in good humour and fun and she laughed along too saying she wasn't a piece of meat. After asking her jokingly, "What are friends for?" the others appealed to her compassionate nature. "Oh, you poor boys – having no women!" she teased. Just about to give up before it got tedious I asked her once more, "Go on – won't you let them have just a little kiss – nobody loves them?" Unexpectedly she said, "OK – If it's only to shut you all up!" There was a seat to her left on the couch and my heart beat faster as the boys excitedly fought on who would be first to kiss my wife. I thought of the sex film we had just watched and wondered for the first time the obvious question. Did my friends often dream about what it would be like to fuck my wife – and would they if they could? I was amazingly excited as one of them, Fred, moved to sit next to her. He wasted no time in putting her arms round her and drawing her near he gave her a very passionate kiss. I was almost overcome with jealousy especially as the kiss went on for far longer than I had expected. Also, her arms had gone round his neck and she was responding and holding him in a very sexy way. I stayed silent and tried to keep smiling as they eventually broke apart and with a little bashfulness made an amusing comment before Fred rose to swap places with our other friend, . The look on my wife's face told me she had enjoyed it and she welcomed Jim, holding out her arms for him. She seemed to respond even more and the way she caressed his head sent a weird feeling cut through me. Only people who experience it can describe the feeling – jealousy, shock, betrayal – mixed with excitement, sexual arousal, the sight of seeing your wife performing the taboo of letting another man touch her sexually – because it wasn't a friendly kiss – it was sexual – and I was the instigator. There was an uneasy feeling in the room after that and I could tell my friends leered at my wife in a different way. I wondered whether we would all be embarrassed in the morning but remembered that, being really sober, my wife couldn't blame the drink. When my wife excused herself to go to bed the guys didn't miss the chance to offer her a goodnight kiss, something they hadn't done before. "We may as well now that we've already ravished you with our lips!" laughed Fred. Sue made no comment but waited while the first one took hold of her and kissed her. When they had both had their turn she seemed reluctant to leave and I noticed how more than once her gaze focused on the crotch area of my friends. I was by now feeling as horny as hell and even though I still had mixed feelings my cock was rock hard and my stomach churned with excitement. Seeing my wife being touched and kissed had given me a fix – it was like a powerful drug. I wanted to rush after her and question her about it like, "Has it turned you on? Did it make you want to have sex?" "Do you want more?" I wondered what I would do if she said she wanted to go further – the thought took my breath away. On top of this the lads kept making comments as we talked and had another drink about what a great wife I had and what fun she is. When they got through the polite comments and knew I wasn't offended it changed to what a nice figure she had and how sexy she is. Jim made my heart pound when he said, "And what a great kisser she is too!" Maybe she had responded more than I thought. It seemed all our thoughts were elsewhere and we didn't notice the time – until my wife stuck her head round the door and asked, "Are you staying here all night?" We all mumbled on about not realising the late hour and finishing our drinks when my wife went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. Coming back to stand in the doorway she said she may as well drink it here but as she hadn't intended staying down she hadn't put her gown on. A flush of excitement again passed through me as I had a lewd thought. "It doesn't matter, come and sit down a second while the lads finish their drink." She stepped into the room and even though her night-clothes aren't particularly revealing there was something quite arousing about the situation – and the lads thought so too! She wore a little silky blouse with matching silky shorts. When she stood in the right light I realised just how see-through they were. All eyes were agog as she sat next to me on the couch to sip her water. After delaying their departure as much as they could while they ogled my wife Fred said, "Ah well – time to go." It was then that I blurted out, "Yes – but I suppose you expect a goodnight kiss from Sue?" The atmosphere was electric and after a mere three seconds silence Sue protested, "Oh no – not again – it's way past bedtime!" I noticed that as she spoke her hand was already putting down the glass – then my breath went from my body as she said, "Go on then – but be quick – it's late!" She clearly was going to allow more than just a rapid peck on the cheek, apart from the telling comment instead of standing and offering her cheek she stayed sat on the couch. She wanted the guys to kiss her "properly." My feelings were indescribable as I watched one then the other kiss her and let their hands roam as much as they dare. As they changed places we all saw how her nipples had become erect and how aroused she looked. Jim even let his hand fall onto her bare thigh and she didn't knock him away – that was more than she had ever allowed me to touch her in company! Her eyes closed and it was just like watching a couple having foreplay before sex – it certainly wasn't a goodnight kiss from a friend. So that's what started it off, as the weeks passed there were little incidents and opportunities whereby by friends found a chance to give my wife a kiss and let their hands stray a little bit. She still went through the routine of sometimes pushing them away or saying no but she always let herself be talked into "letting my mates have a little kiss and cuddle" – usually after a drink. Even when it was during the day there were still sexual overtones as they were now in the habit of always giving her a quick kiss goodbye. It was this slow build up over many weeks that caused me to fantasise while masturbating and think of her with other men until it became an obsession. Sometimes I encouraged her to kiss other men friends on the excuse it was their birthday or something. Slowly she seemed to drop her protests but still didn't let things go too far. One Saturday night when we didn't want to bother go out I suggested we stay in and get a takeaway then casually mentioned if I should invite our two main friends over. She said OK but thought they would have plans as they were single guys and it was Saturday. I made the call and she seemed pleased that we would have company and she wondered if we should get a video. I said yes but we would play it by ear as sometimes we had a good time just talking and playing a game. Off she went to change into something "tidier" and when I happened to see her choice of clothes I was shocked. Every woman probably has something in the back of her wardrobe that she doesn't wear – because it's too tight and small and they haven't yet thrown it out. This applied to the little dress she had got out to wear. As I looked at it I distinctly remembered her comments from months ago when she last tried it on. "I can't possibly wear this it's far too short and tight. It hardly covers my bum! Anyway, it's too tight round the bust – the buttons keep popping undone. I couldn't go out in public wearing that – it would almost be an offence every time I bent or moved." So why the hell had she taken it out to wear now? My heart pounded with all those mixed feelings and I felt excited and sick at the same time – my penis became very hard! I waited downstairs wondering whether to say anything but that strange feeling came over me and when she finally walked into the room I drew in breath sharply. The dress came just below her panties and it was very tight indeed. It was a patterned summer dress buttoned down the front and made from very thin material – only the colours help disguise how sheer it was. Her bust seemed twice as big due to a well fitted bra accentuating her cleavage. My cock throbbed when she sat down and attempted to smooth down her dress – there just wasn't any spare material to pull down. She asked me to get a couple of drinks and as I passed one to her I realised that anyone in front of her could see the white triangle of cloth that was her panty crotch. She looked calm and relaxed so we both settled down to a cosy evening in with our drinks. I was fighting the urge to fuck her there and then when the doorbell rang and our friends arrived. Sue went to answer and when I watched her bum moving through the room I knew what would go through my mate's heads when they saw her. There were voices, greetings, but by the time they followed her into the room they fell silent, their eyeballs on stalks. She offered them a drink and we all watched as a glimpse of her bottom cheeks was displayed to us when she stretched her arm into the drinks cabinet. We sat there for a while chatting and trying not to make it obvious we were looking for that odd careless movement of her legs. The evening wore on and when she paid a visit to the bathroom Fred actually thanked me thinking I had laid this on for them! "What a sexy sight she is!" agreed Jim. That comment and their undisguised arousal made me want to indulge even more in my favourite fantasy. When Sue came back we chatted again and then I suggested putting on a video. All agreed and I became very excited at what I had planned but Sue then said no, we should eat first. I grew very impatient waiting for everyone to finish eating then I noticed that as Sue had to use both hands and couldn't cover her lap the guys were having a better view of her panties – then I nearly choked – when I noticed she had taken her pantyhose off. She saw me looking and said, "It seemed a little hot in here so I took my tights off." The attention she drew to her legs made everyone fidget around to hide their bulges. As I finally put on the video I realised this was a risk – it was a porn film. Normally she always left us to it and found something else to do when we watched a blue film so I hoped tonight she would stay. The boys looked rather surprised when the film started and Sue groaned and complained. "Well I'm not going upstairs and sitting alone on Saturday night so aren't you going to change it?" My heart sank but I suggested we should see how it develops – I had simply made a mistake and picked up the wrong film. It was a cracking film, very dirty but well made. All of us shifted around as we quietly watched the action. Sue offered to fill our glasses and the attention was back on her as she flashed a little more panties. As she sat back down she made no attempt to adjust her clothing, she was totally relaxed and didn't care that her panties were on view even from the side. The white material stood out in the dimmed room and it was clear that both men preferred looking at my wife than the film. We began to chat more and my wife, now more animated caused the buttons of her dress to pop open. It was a sexy sight and I felt very comfortable in the privacy of my own home letting my friends enjoy her charms. She was, as usual sat by me while the two men sat across from us. I decided to see if I could make it more interesting. I told my wife how sexy she looked and said she ought to give me a kiss. I put my arm around her and we went through the routine of protest and pushing away. As she pretended to struggle her dress rode even more up – it may as well have been round her waist and just her little panties covered her slit. She finally let me kiss her and I turned her slightly letting her bum face the boys. I could almost hear their heavy breathing and read their thoughts. I became a little passionate to give me a chance to pull on her top and cause more buttons to come undone – then I eased her back into the seat so we could all admire the sight. Most of her upper buttons were now unfastened to show her bra and she had simply given up trying to pull her dress down. She quite happily allowed us to admire her form and calmly resumed chatting. As I watched the reaction of my friends I became more and more turned on as they ogled and leered at her. The way my wife moved her leg made me feel even more excited as it made her panties fold into her slit. As she moved about freely showing most of what she had my friend's arousal was building up to fever pitch. Now, if I could get her to let them kiss her! I gently pulled her to me and once again gave her a passionate kiss and felt her tits a little. She didn't complain so it was safe to make my next move. "I need another drink – come here Fred and take over while I have a rest!" For a second he couldn't believe his luck and as he approached the couch only then did I let her go for fear she would put a stop to my trick. She mumbled a protest and pretended to be outraged but as Fred sank beside her I noted how she held her arms in a welcoming position. He was nervous about kissing due to the state of her dress – it was more blatantly sexual. My wife spoke up, "It's a bit early for the usual goodnight kisses." "They aren't goodnight kisses!" I said pointedly but quietly. Both made a nervous laugh and as Fred's eyes managed to pull away from her nipples I looked on excited as their mouths came together. I sat in a chair and nervously watched. At first they were restrained but gradually they both began to respond to each other. Both cast an occasional glance at me but I just gave a reassuring smile. Sue started to move about more between Fred kissing her lips then neck. Every time he kissed her neck she stretched out a leg giving Jim an unrestricted view between her legs. Jim looked left out aroused but annoyed he was missing out. He also unsettled me as I didn't want him to see how much I was really enjoying watching. I beckoned to him and indicated he should sit on the other side of the couple. Letters to the Editor Ch. 07 "Join in!" I mouthed silently to him. If he was part of it and busy I could secretly rub my cock whilst I watched. Fred stopped thinking I had called a halt and looked first at Jim then me. "Carry on – it's only Jim wanting a turn too!" I tried to sound flippant and calm hoping no one had decided things were getting out of hand. I waited for my wife to complain and was thrilled when she simply turned her head to Jim and let him kiss her. Fred now had the chance to admire her body from close up and looked hard between her legs. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands and I became very excited when one rested on her thigh. Sue was becoming more turned on and responded to their touches with more abandon. When I saw Fred pulling apart her dress and touch her breast I had to hold my cock. I had never before felt so excited – she actually moved to accommodate him – then his head went down to kiss her tits. I was trembling and could hear my heart pounding. As I secretly masturbated my two friends groped and kissed my wife and the way she was moving about made it apparent she liked it. The two stopped for a rest and examined every inch of her body, her dress was now literally round her waist and one man ran his hand over her knickers and rubbed her belly. They were not shy now of feeling her tits and tickling her nipples – and she was not shy about displaying her body! If they had carried on touching and kissing it would have been OK but Jim spoilt it – he tried to slip his hand down her pants and she wasn't ready for that – it was a step too far. She called a halt and sat up giving him a slight telling off. She was back to being sensible Sue and though she wasn't mad she fastened her buttons and the excitement was lost. Nothing more was said but the goodnight kisses were very brief. I wondered for days after what would have happened if we had taken it slower. Naturally I discussed it with Fred and Jim who apologised profusely – he had got too carried away, he said. Over the next weeks when the subject came up I suggested that maybe if I hadn't have been there she might not have stopped him. They tried to reassure me that my wife would be faithful and wouldn't even allow a kiss if I wasn't there. We talked about it and one night I said why don't we find out? If they were left alone with her we could see how far she would go. They didn't like the idea but I convinced them that if she was tempted to stray too far I wouldn't cause trouble – after all we were good friends and, I asked, had I ever been mad before? Reluctantly, they said they'd think about it and to pacify them I told them that I would bet she would let them feel her tits, maybe get them out and maybe, if they were any good at seducing they would get to feel her outside her knickers. There was a remote chance she might play with their cocks a bit. Jim asked a relevant question, "Which one of them should try it on with her?" Both, I told him – just like the night at my house. Then he asked, "What happens if she lets it go even farther and everyone gets too carried away to stop?" Now I had to put up or shut up – nothing happens, I answered – they have a good time and I lose my bet! "But we bet that she will stay faithful and settle for no more than a kiss!" I ignored their last comment. The prospect of Sue letting them both fuck her disturbed me – would she – if I wasn't there? She was prepared to show her body and let them have a feel in front of me. She dressed to turn them on so she must have thought about sex with them – I wondered. Maybe she wouldn't let them do anything. The time came around, it was planned they would find an excuse to visit and I would be out. "The guys are coming round to watch a video of the match. Jim's VCR is broken and Fred's family want to watch a film so I said they could watch it here." She was happy for that to happen and when the night came I told her I would be out. As I don't follow football it wasn't suspicious and I had a good reason. "Look after them won't you? Give them a beer and something to nibble." The plan was that I would sneak back and having left a small gap in the curtain would spy on them. Until that is things warmed up and Fred would make an excuse to go to his car and open the door. I would creep into the house and get to watch through a gap in the door. If she came out I would have time to dash under the stair – if I didn't knock anything over it would work with minimum risk. When I fully realised that I could find myself spying on two men having sex with my wife I grew scared. Even letting them kiss and touch her with me not there would mean she had a secret side to her sexuality. It could not be a romantic infatuation if she let two men touch her together – it would mean she wanted more sex. Suddenly it hit me – what a silly situation I had got myself into! All the talk of betting how far she would go was nonsense. My friends must have realised that what I really wanted was to see them with Sue – because it was a sexual kink of mine. Perhaps they had said to each other, "He wants us to fuck his wife!" I felt now that fantasy had taken over from real life and I had gone too far. It was in the plan that I should drive around or go for a drink because nothing much would happen in the first hour – they would watch the match and look for a chance to get Sue to join them. So it was that I had time to think and made my way back at a much earlier time leaving the car down the street and deciding to have a quick peep before announcing my return home. If Sue had adjusted the curtains the plan would never have worked anyway which made me feel even dumber. I quietly approached the window and saw the lads watching the screen – all was normal. Then Sue appeared, she was dressed in her usual style with a button down summer dress and I watched as she gave out cans of ale to the lads. Then with a glass of spirits for herself she perched herself on the arm of a chair and watched the screen with them occasionally chatting. Normal, as I said - except for a couple of minor details! I noticed when she moved that it was obvious she was braless – when she shifted position I saw that the bottom buttons of her dress were undone which meant she was showing plenty of bare thigh as she perched cross-legged on the arm. Sometimes she did this when she had just bathed and threw something on quickly but never when we had company. Her tits wobbled about under the thin material which didn't go unnoticed by my mates. A little conversation took place then Sue rose and sat between the boys. She didn't like football – so you can imagine what I thought her motive was – she hadn't wasted any time. With the guys not expecting me back so early watching this would be interesting to say the least! I hadn't a good view, seeing not much more than their heads but I could see enough. After a minute Fred put his arm around Sue and she turned her head for him to kiss her. A dozen different feelings rose up in me and I began to tremble. Jim then reached for the remote and stopped the tape then, he appeared to half turn toward Sue and his movements told me his arm was reaching toward her. He seemed to be playing with her breasts. For a while I watched and though my view was limited I could tell that she let them take turns to kiss her and had at least let them unfasten her dress. Then, to my horror she rose – and standing in front of them she turned toward them so that I too could see her plainly. Her dress was opened to her navel and her bare tits hung out over the material – then she began to undo the rest. Quite deliberately she undid her dress and let it fall from her shoulders – she was naked save for a tiny pair of lacy panties that once she had reserved for the bedroom, in fact it was just a piece of string with a triangle of see-through material. Her few wispy pubic hairs could even be seen from my view point. I bit on my hand as I saw Jim's hand reach and touch her pussy, gently stroking her labia. Then she turned and again sat between them – their movements telling me almost everything. I was dumbfounded then when her head disappeared from view for a couple of minutes I pictured her giving Fred oral sex. Did she have their cocks out? I wanted to know! Shaking with emotion I was at the end of my tether when Fred was seen to look at his watch and a little flurry of activity broke out. He had realised it was time for me to appear and they were pretending nothing had happened. They had all fooled me – my wife was dressing so she was part of this betrayal. And I thought I was the manipulator! Now I'd never know how far this had gone – they would talk their selves out it and deny most of it saying they knew I was there and were merely winding me up. If I didn't challenge them they would let me watch for hours and lead me to believe that she couldn't be tempted. I would be the complete fool – unless! Before Fred came outside as planned I stepped away from the house and took out my cell phone. "Hello!" I said to my wife, "I might be a bit later than I said, are the guys still there?" I listened to her reply and then asked to speak to Fred, hoping I would sound convincing. "Listen, something has come up and I need to be elsewhere. Has anything happened yet?" He gave a definite no then I continued. "Well, listen Fred – can we call the little game off – I've had second thoughts and it's a bit out of line anyway – can we just forget it?" I listened while Fred told me he thought it best and how neither he nor Jim was comfortable with it anyway. I told him to finish watching the match and have some more beer and that as it would be late when I got back I would see them another day. Their relief in my not coming home made them not notice any flaw or hesitation in my story – they couldn't believe their luck. Now I went back to the window and cursed as I had to make do with such a limited view. However there was no way I could open the door without someone hearing, my key was useless. I saw them resume their drinks and chat and told myself that at least I would find out just how far this had gone. They began to relax and after having obviously discussed my phone call Jim stood by my wife and kissed her. Fred seemed thoughtful and he rose to leave the room – ever the cautious one he was coming out to check. He hesitated then walked toward the gap in the curtain – he was going to cut off any chance of me spying. Jim was still kissing my wife as I bolted away and hid between the garage and house. Sure enough Fred came out and looked around – he was suspicious. He looked up and down the street and checked the garden – I sat watching and cursing his carefulness has he had now scuppered my plans. Unexpectedly he then walked out of the garden and into the street itself to check around. I was a hair's breath of being caught when he passed me. He walked to his car and gave me an opportunity – if the door was open I could creep in without anyone knowing. What the hell – if I got caught so what – it was my house and they where the guilty ones! I just wanted more evidence. It worked and I hid under the stair. I waited until Fred returned and from the tone of the chatter I could tell they where beginning to settle down and feel confident I wasn't about. I crept from my hiding place and checking my escape route I tiptoed toward the door hoping it wasn't closed too much. On the hinge side between door and frame was sufficient gap to see into the room. Low music drowned any small noise or heavy breathing. My wife walked from drinks cabinet to couch with drinks then back again. Her dress was fastened but when Fred said, "Come and sit down," she put down her drink and once again unbuttoned it fully. She did it teasingly with a smile on her face but this time left it hanging on her shoulders. Her tits were on view again and picking up her glass she swayed from side to side to the music making them bounce. Now they felt completely safe and I was about to see just how much she was prepared to do. Fred made a few comments then when she remained standing he rose and danced about with her. I heard my wife ask him – "Why don't you take something off?" He laughed and asked what, she pointed to his trousers. "Why don't you show me something I can admire?" I watched her sway about and sip her drink with a very lewd look on her face as Fred stripped off his trousers. He was standing with his back to me as I watched what my wife did next. Her free hand extended and she commented, "Take these off too!" I knew her hand was in his underwear touching his dick but his shirt tail covered my view. Jim, whistled and said, "Wow!" She held her drink as she slowly masturbated Fred while Jim watched. "What about me?" Jim asked after a while. She told him to get undressed and as he tore off his pants she handed him her drink to put down for her. When Jim straightened up Sue's hand was already on his cock. So here was my wife wanking my two mates at the same time! Her look told me how much she was turned on and she groaned as they both played with her tits. With a particularly loud moan she suddenly sank to her knees. My God, I thought, she was sucking them both together. I couldn't see until Jim shifted slightly to one side then the sight of my wife with a hard cock filling her mouth made me almost scream. She sucked on one then the other and tried to fit them both in her mouth at the same time – then she stood up quickly. I thought I had been spotted but she had other plans. She slowly peeled off the little panties and standing naked apart from the unfastened dress she told Jim to sit on the edge of the couch. She bent down and as Fred moved away she shouted, "No! Fuck me from behind." Bending low she got on her knees and took Jim's cock in her mouth at the same time lifting her buttocks high into the air. Fred now turned side on to me and I saw his cock pointing at my wife's arse. As he manoeuvred it into her I heard my sex-mad dirty slut of a wife say, "Yes! That feels great – push harder. Give me your cock – fuck me!" They all worked away, her sucking and bucking her hips and the men filling her holes. I don't remember who came first it was a blur but eventually all were satisfied. Once I had to hide again while they had a need to visit the bathroom. When I went back to my spot none had dressed and they sat together on the couch and talked with a drink. From time to time she was fingered or her tits sucked and while one enjoyed her mouth when he regained a "hard-on" the other was treated to having her straddle his lap while he bounced her up and down on his cock. I had then a good view and will never forget the look on her face and the way her tits bounced up and down. Neither will I forget the animated and vocal way she had sex – something she didn't do with me. It's hard to explain why but after all that I didn't confront them. A couple of months passed when I suspected they did more behind my back on several occasions but I said nothing. When we were all together I still encouraged her to give the lads a "snog" and she still complained before finally giving way. They felt her tits a bit but made sure they didn't go too far. I asked myself if it was worth losing my friends and marriage for if I made a fuss and admitted that it was really my fault for encouraging it. Secretly when alone and thinking of what I had witnessed I always found myself turned on and masturbated to the pictures in my head. Seeing my wife undress made want to fuck her and looking up her skirt made me imagine what other men would want to do with her. Eventually they didn't come round much anymore. Partly it was probably guilt but then Fred found a girl of his own so Jim began to go about with a different crowd. I wondered if my wife missed her extra sex but she seemed happy. At the risk of boring you with more detail I will quickly tell you how it all came out into the open. A man I had started to do business with came round several times a week. He was late middle aged and always made comments about my wife. "If I was a younger man I would take her off your hands." Or, "What a sexy wife – hey Sue, do you want to make an old man happy?" It was all taken in good humour and she laughed at the attention. A familiar effect was beginning to manifest itself in my head and my groin. I started to tease her and coax her a little. "Why don't you make the old fool happy and give him a flash?" She joked about it but was reluctant. Then one day she dressed a little sexier and flashed her panties a bit intentionally. When he had gone I kissed her and said that was quite fun – I enjoyed it – why don't you do more. She said nothing but over the next few visits she let the man see more of her body and dressed to thrill him. One day she entered the room wearing a silky housecoat and pretended not to notice that it had fallen open revealing black stockings and suspender belt with those little panties I knew so well. Her nipples peeped over her half-cup bra and she calmly chatted to the man giving him lots of time to enjoy the view. She would never admit how much it turned her on but when I asked if she still had that very short dress she quietly nodded and smiled. The next time the man came round he hardly disguised his arousal as he ogled my wife. She teased like hell and bent over for him and sat with legs ajar – her tits were almost uncovered. Eventually he took to giving her a peck on the cheek which as before became longer every time. I told her to let him have a bit of fun and get him to touch her more. She refused and said she couldn't do it but didn't mind letting him look. Over the next week or so she allowed him to feel her breasts for an instant and sat with legs apart showing her panties. The guy told me one day that he hoped I wasn't getting mad at him but my wife really turned him on. I took a while to explain that it was OK looking at my wife if he was discrete and kept it quiet. He asked what she felt about it and I told him she liked a little fun. He reassured me he could be trusted and was like a little boy at Christmas. He thought it great that he could look openly and that no one minded. I told him he would have to come round one evening instead of the day – it would be more intimate and relaxed. Meanwhile I talked about it to my wife and said again that I liked to watch her flash and why didn't she do it more openly for him. She said no again but then agreed to go just a little of the way – I got her to admit that it excited her too. The man came round a few times and when she sat wearing a short skirt I asked her in front of him to pull it up a little. The man nearly choked on his drink and looked wide eyed as she slowly raised the hem. "Go on – he won't tell anyone – give him a thrill." She didn't speak but pulled her skirt right up over her panties. She sat like that all night and even took off her top and asked the man if he liked her new bra. That led to her giving him a little show every time he came round and wearing sexy underwear to show him. On night she bent over and let him playfully smack her bum. Another time she was dressed in a housecoat and let it fall to show him black Basque and black stockings. Yet another visit she wore just pantyhose and no panties and allowed me to pull up her skirt to show the man. I got her to take it off and sit down across from him. I told her how much I enjoyed what she did and wanted her to go further. She didn't say no this time so when the guy came round after we had done our business and had a drink I waited while my wife was standing and took hold of her. I opened her shirt and finding the button holding her skirt up I popped it open and let it fall to the floor. Her underwear was see-through and sexy and as I turned her to face the man I asked him, "Would you like her to sit on your knee like this?" Letters to the Editor Ch. 07 He stammered and coughed and said of course if she would want to. My wife then let me guide her to his lap and sit her down. "Let him have a kiss and feel your body – he's been tortured by only being able to look." The expected protest didn't come and the man slowly built up confidence to run his hands over her body and feel her silky underwear. Now I was getting what I wanted – I sat with my drink and watched. "It's OK – kiss her if you want," I told him. He did so and made it very long and passionate. His hands began to wander and one settled on her tits. She started to respond and wriggled about over his bulge. "Take her bra off," I said slowly. I was now touching my cock and really turned on. She resisted a little then let him unclip it pulling it away. Her tits where now in front of his face, "Have a suck and lick if you want," I said. His lips went down to suck and she automatically held his head and even moaned a bit. For an hour he played and got as far as rubbing between her legs and moved her about on his dick, though he never took it out. Her tits were tender with his eager lips sucking and licking. Later she wouldn't admit how much she was turned on but I knew if I hadn't been present she would have let him fuck her. That's when I decided to spill the beans – for a purpose. The afternoon of his next visit I told her how aroused I was about seeing her with my business friend. "I want you to go all the way with him – I want to watch him fuck you!" I whispered in her ear. She spent ten minutes refusing and saying I was perverted and a little fun was one thing but no way could she do that. She was a married woman and the man was old enough to be her father. "You can do that – I know about Fred and Jim – what you did!" She sank down in a chair with shock but didn't deny anything. I related most of the events and when I told her I had seen her sucking one whilst being fucked with the other she buried her head in her hands. "You told them what you wanted – two at once – so don't tell me you can't do this – or call me perverted! I'm going to let you have even more cock – but I want to watch." After a while she recovered enough to ask me, "Do you really like to watch me that much?" I answered yes then she said, "If you saw the way I got Fred and Jim to have me and how dirty I was I suppose you must like it – you're still here and want to watch me again." "Yes," I said, "I want to watch you being dirty with our friend – even if he is old enough to be your dad. I want you to please me by getting him to fuck you while I watch. Be as dirty as you like!" She thought about it and seemed amazed that no trouble had been caused by her unfaithfulness. I didn't press her for an answer but just mentioned that our friend would be coming round on Friday night – she had two nights to decide. Nothing more was said and when Friday came round we were both very anxious, but for different reasons. Just before he was due she came up to me, "How do you want me to play this then?" She was going to do it – I restrained from shouting with joy. "Tease him a bit then undress and sit on his knee or something. Maybe I'll start touching you first then ask him to join in. Or maybe you could ask him to join in – we'll play it by ear. I want to watch you get his cock out." When he turned up we exchanged greetings and did the usual business. "Are you staying – I'll get you a drink?" I asked him. I knew he was ready and hoping for a chance to touch Sue again. "Look," he said, "I hope everything is still OK after the other night. I feel you might get mad at me one day – I wouldn't like to fall out with you and Sue." "Don't worry," I told him, "Are you still trustworthy and able to keep your mouth shut?" He nodded and emphasised how much almost bending to lick my shoe. "That's OK then – you really like Sue's games don't you?" He nodded another yes and smiled nervously. Sue had excused herself and we chatted a while and then I said, "Listen Alfred – I have a porn film if you'd like to see it – what do you reckon?" He asked if my wife wouldn't mind and I said no. I thought to myself that now she wouldn't dare to pretend to mind. We settled back to watch – it was my way of warming up the man fast. It was pretty run of the mill stuff but I could see Alf getting excited. "My wife and I don't have sex much now were older," he told me. "Are you missing out on lots of fun Alf?" The voice was my wife's who had just entered the room. Alf looked toward her and we both whistled our eyeballs on stalks – she had that little dress on again. She paraded in front of us and did a twirl. The dress seemed even shorter and tighter now showing the start of her bum cheeks from behind. Either her bum had "eaten" the strap of her thong or she wasn't wearing any panties! "I wore this once when we had two men friends round," she told Alf, "It made everyone feel fidgety – can you understand why Alf?" She cupped her breast that were only just covered and undid yet another button showing she was wearing no bra. "It's too tight – I will have to take it off in a minute," she teased. Alf sat with jaw open and eyes wide trying to control his breathing. "Shall I ask my husband if I can sit on your knee? Would you like that, Alf?" Alf moved his head and made a noise as Sue lifted a leg and straddled his lap facing him. Her dress had ridden right up and just for chance Alf hadn't noticed she mentioned to him,"I haven't got any panties on, Alf." He had noticed as when her leg raised no more than a few inches from his face her cunt opened, now she straddled him her thighs were spread which kept it on view and open. "It's naughty of me to tease you like this, especially as your penis is very stiff from watching the film. I can feel it through your pants – rubbing against my pussy. I think it's time we let you have more fun Alf, you must be uncomfortable why not get undressed and show me your cock?" Her voice was seductive and low and as she spoke she undid the rest of her buttons and offered her tits to Alf's mouth. He sucked on them for a minute or two while she began to wriggle her hips and press her cunt into his groin. She balanced her feet and rose still straddling him, then to steady her self she lifted one foot to rest on the seat beside the man. Drawing his face to her crotch she told him to lick her pussy. He licked greedily and listened to my wife tell him how she wanted to feel his dick. Turning her head she looked round at me as though to say, "Is this what you wanted?" I responded by sitting with my drink and while she watched I opened my pants and took out my very hard cock. She mover things along now and drawing away she knelt between his legs and slowly unfastened his pants. His old but quite big penis stood to attention and I nearly came myself as Sue licked and sucked at it – very slowly. She stopped to peel off all his lower garments and moving to undo his shirt she said, "I want you to fuck me Alf – while my husband watches – will you do that?" Alf assisted her in taking off his shirt and spluttered a yes. "Anything Sue – whatever you want!" Sue saw an opportunity to indulge, "Anything? Lick my arse first!" She turned away from him and bent forward pushing her bum into his face. "Lick my bum-hole!" Poor Alf obeyed and licked away at her brown hole, she pulled her cheeks apart to open her orifice, "Push your tongue in!" she instructed. Alf tried his best then before it became tedious she moved yet again and bent over the couch offering her bum into the air, "Fuck me from behind Alf – any way you like!" Alf was almost screaming with joy as he dutifully fucked away pounding my wife's arse against his cock. And so it went on until they were both exhausted and spent. I managed to control my climax until the last possible minute and shot my sperm freely across the room. When he had gone home we talked about the future. Now, from time to time when the chance is there she lets me watch her with other men. She often doesn't wear panties when we have male visitors or go on holiday. Mostly it's outside, in a car park or when on holiday it could be anywhere. Several times we have gone down a dark alley with a complete stranger and I watch her have a "knee-trembler" or suck a cock. She made just one condition of her own – when she gets the chance she has sex with men without me being their or being obliged to tell me. If I find out then it's OK but I don't question it. The only disappointment is that I know she likes two or more men together and I don't like missing out on watching! Things work out just fine and I wouldn't want to change. The editor looked up to find the girl busily masturbating herself with eyes closed. "Come here!" she said, "Give me your cock – in my mouth!" Having found the letter one of the most arousing ones he had read the man's dick was already hard – he needed little persuasion. Unfastening his fly he walked over to the girl and watching her open her willing mouth he pushed his cock past her lips and gasped as she sucked hard. The image that kept flashing through his mind disturbed him – that of his own wife – with another man. Disturbed but immensely arousing the image brought him to a quick climax. It didn't matter – the feel of sperm filling her mouth made the girl also reach dizzy heights and both moaned with pleasure. The man never did get chance to ask the other questions that where on his mind. Letters to the Editor Ch. 08 Over the last two or three weeks the editor had often stayed behind after hours with the intention of reading more of the letters from the private cabinet. However, he was now in the habit of being joined by the secretary who invariably distracted his attention. More often than not he would find himself fucking her either stood against the wall or with her laid across the desk. This had been a favourite task of the girl for her last boss – and indeed his boss too – and she was all too willing to stay behind for a spot of overtime. Tonight though she was nowhere to be seen and the editor settled down with his usual glass of whiskey and unfolded the letter he had selected at random from the file. Unfastening his fly in anticipation of sexual arousal he began to read. Dear Sir, Your mention in last weeks issue of your magazine about a woman having sex with her nephew interested my wife and I. We have indulged with ours too and we thought you might like to hear about it. A couple of years ago the son of my wife’s sister came to stay with us for a holiday. He was a bit of a tearaway and his mother thought my wife would be a good influence and also she needed a break from him. He was 19 and very arrogant, swaggering about and very sure of himself. He didn’t attract the attentions of the police when he was with us but was coming close. My wife was younger than her sister - we were both 35 and managed to talk to him on the same wavelength. To shock us he had openly brought with him porn magazines and liked to wave them around in front of my wife. She told me that one day he had come up behind her and thrown his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. She told him to let go and behave himself but before he did he pressed his erection against her. My wife said that she could feel him moving it purposely against her leg. So he was like a dog on heat and needed to be cooled down – which got me thinking. My wife is very well endowed on top and has great legs so many times I see other men looking at her. It doesn’t bother me and in fact turns me on but I never even thought she might have the same effect on her nephew. Like many other people we have often talked about sex with others and sometimes she has teased and flashed a bit. I told her we should call the boys bluff and tease him – shock him for a change. “And what if it’s not a bluff?” asked my wife smiling. I shrugged my shoulders and said nothing. A few days later when I came home from work she looked very flustered and when I asked why she said, “I’ll tell you later – something happened and I’m not sure you’ll like it!” Our nephew seemed very pleased with himself and when he went out for the evening she began her tale. “He came up behind me again while I was busy in the kitchen and grabbed me from behind. I told him to stop being silly and reprimanded him but he kept hold of me. He started pressing himself against me and his hands came just below my bust. I reminded him I was his mother’s sister and that if he didn’t stop I would tell his parents. He tried to nuzzle and kiss my neck and started to nibble my ear. I felt his bulge against my leg and I said, “I know what you are doing – stop it and control yourself!” He didn’t of course and in an act of defiance his hand moved over my breasts and started rubbing my nipple. That’s when I decided to do as you said and call his bluff and try to shock him. I stopped talking and let him “play” for a minute – letting him rub against me and feel my breast. When he started to unfasten my shirt I knocked him away then turned round toward him and said he was just a little boy really and wouldn’t know what to do with a woman.” She hesitated before carrying on and I thought I’d better sit down before hearing the rest. “Well – he grinned and put his arms round my waist and kissed my neck again. I should have stopped him there and then but I wanted him to bottle out first then he knew he hadn’t won a psychological victory. When I felt his hand start to come round to my chest and he pressed his erection in my tummy I said, “OK – Come on then big boy – let your aunty have a feel!” I expected him to jump away then but he stood his ground and my hand had already felt him.” “So what happened then?” I asked getting impatient and unsettled. She looked a bit ill at ease and said, “I kept it there waiting for him to bottle out.” “What – just holding you’re hand on his bulge?” I asked in trepidation “No – I moved it around a bit to make it look realistic. I had to bluff a bit more and said, “So what are you going to do now then, you bull-shitter?” He used both hands to unbutton my blouse and pulled it apart – then he – he started to feel my tits!” She looked very uncomfortable now. “I wondered whether to tell you then I thought I better had because he would just to cause trouble.” I thought aloud, “So – you wondered whether to keep it secret?” That annoyed me greatly and then a picture came into my head, “And you stood there and let him undo your shirt – then he played with your tits – and did you carry on feeling his cock?” By the time I got to the end of the sentence I was shouting – now she started to cry a little. “It was your fucking idea to call his bluff!” she screamed back. “OK- lets both calm down – carry on with the tale.” I had to admit I had probably brought this on myself. “Yes, I could have moved away but I didn’t – I carried on touching him. I wondered how far he would go and I let him kiss me properly – you know, more sexily on the lips.” It’s a long time since anyone else kissed me like that and I felt excited.” She looked down at the floor in shame. “Why are you admitting that part?” I asked. “Because it’s the only way to explain and justify what happened next,” she said slowly. “I felt excited and with my hand feeling his stiff cock he seemed to know he could go further. He told me I had nice tits and would like to get his mouth round them. He looked me in the eye and when I didn’t say anything he took that as a sign he could unfasten my bra. When my bare tits sprang into view he swore and I felt his cock twitch. I asked him if he liked them and he said yes – then he asked if he could suck my nipples. I told him he shouldn’t because I’m his aunt and old enough to be his mother. He pointed out to me that I was happily squeezing his dick and had been for the last five minutes. “You haven’t stopped me yet have you?” he said. I let him kiss and suck my tits and he kept lifting his head up and made suggestive comments. He said my big tits were great and he often wanked off while thinking of me. He lifted my tits up and licked them both together, and then he pulled my shirt from my shoulders and took away my bra. He spent ages sucking and licking me and I suppose I got turned on and forgot he was my nephew. I had taken my hand away when he bent to suck my tits and when he placed it over his cock again I just started to massage him.” Her voice started to lower and tail off as she reached the next sentence. “He asked me to take his dick out but I said no – somebody might come. I let him do it – he unzipped his pants and put my hand inside and on his cock.” “You didn’t resist then?” I asked as calmly as I could. “No – like I told you – all that touching and kissing had got me turned on. I admit I got a kick from letting a young lad undress me and see my naked breasts.” “So – I take it you liked the feel of his penis and started to play with it?” “Yes – I did – I took it out and started to masturbate him. Then I might as well tell you – I lost control – what happened next was my fault!” “What the fuck do you mean you lost control?” I asked fearfully. “I got too excited – when I saw his cock in my hand I went out of control. He’s quite well endowed – I wanted him. I started kissing him passionately and then I undid my skirt and let it fall to the ground. He called me a dirty bitch and said, “You’re gagging for it aren’t you, you dirty cow – you want me to fuck you?” “Did you?” My emotions were on edge now – and I drew a sharp breathe when she nodded sheepishly. I asked hesitantly, “How did you answer him?” “I looked him in the eye and said,”What do you think?” “So what happened – what did he do?” I pressed, swallowing hard trying to keep my composure. Now she went bashful and guilty again and muttered, “Nothing – oh god! – I moved away from him and – I’m sorry! – I watched him look me up and down and standing in just my panties while he inspected my body made me feel even more aroused and excited. I took them off – my panties – I took them off while he watched!” She stopped talking there and I snapped sharply, “Just carry on!” “Well – he made a grab for me and I started to take off his shirt. I pulled him into the living room and I pushed him on the couch and pulled off his trousers. I had got him too excited – I got him inside me but it only lasted a few minutes and he came.” I stood up and walked around the room pulling my hair – I had never expected this to happen. I was more shocked by her honesty than anything else. Maybe because I had sounded sure about sex with other men she thought I would take it in my stride. What amazing detail she had given – why didn’t she just say she had got carried away and they had done “it”? “Well – like you say – if he wants to cause trouble and tell me – I will already know – so that’s OK!” The sarcasm in my voice was obvious, “You’ve told me everything!” “Not exactly – he would also tell you that later we went upstairs. That was my fault also – I felt unsatisfied so I kept trying to get him hard again. We had a little drink and cuddled and when he seemed to regain a bit of interest I asked him to come upstairs with me. Well – he refused and tormented me and to my shame I realise now that I almost finished up begging him. Later on I asked him again and felt his dick – then we went upstairs. He kept teasing me and said I was a dirty slut – he kept getting me to agree with him and admit I was sex mad and repeat things.” “Such as – what did he make you say?” I asked incredulously. “Do I have to tell you? He made me say I was a slut for wanting to fuck my nephew and liked plenty of dicks. He made me say “I like having a big cock in my cunt and liked fucking young boys – and that he could fuck his aunt anytime he wanted – because I like being a slut.” “I guess that’s not far from the truth!” I commented, “So you fucked on the bed?” She started to sob again and finished her story, “Yes – I got undressed while he lay on the bed and watched me then I aroused him by – sucking him – then I let him fuck me.” I knew she was now too exhausted and upset and if I pressed she would tell me nothing. I had one last question for the time being. “Just as a point of interest – which way did he fuck you?” She looked at me puzzled as to why I had asked then said, “He got on top of me – missionary position – then he wanted me to turn round – and take it like a true slut. He said, “Put your arse in the air and take your nephew’s hard cock!” Then he asked me if I would want his cock again and did I want to be his secret slut.” “What did you say?” I slowly asked. “In the heat of the moment I said yes.” “So you were enjoying it that much!” I queried. She nodded sheepishly again and said, “Yes”. Well no wonder the boy looked even more arrogant than usual – he had spent the day fucking my wife – his aunt. For the rest of the evening we silently looked at the T.V. screen without taking anything in. I’m not going to attempt to explain my thoughts and emotions because I don’t understand myself. I didn’t throw him out though – or beat my wife. The bit I found real difficulty with is wondering why she admitted enjoying it so much. Why was she, without being bullied into it so honest with her detail and say most of it was her doing the pushing. And why did she mention the dirty talk in detail? We were very civilised and just as the boy came strolling in she asked me if I wanted a bedtime drink. I had to get up and control my nerves now that he was in the same room and offered to make them myself. While the boy slumped down in a chair I went to the kitchen. You can guess what my next thought was – how are they now – left in each others company? I had to go and peep through the door. My God! I couldn’t believe it! The sight that greeted my eyes was that the boy had sneakily risen from his chair and was leaning over my wife. I had to wait a second while he shifted his body before I was able to see fully. He was playing with her tits! His hand was thrust down her front under her clothes and probably her bra. She looked scared but seemed to enjoy it – she was only scared of being caught. When he whispered something to her she offered her face up willingly for him to kiss her lips. I had to dodge back when I sensed him turn to check I was still in the kitchen. A second or two later when I dared peep again my heart skipped a beat. He was now sat on the edge of the seat next to her and his hand – was up her skirt! More shockingly – her legs were spread wide and her body language told me she was enjoying it. She really was keeping her promise about being his slut! I wanted to watch more – I told myself it was a sadistic curiosity just to see how far she would go – but I’m not sure that’s not true. I was punishing myself in a way by not reacting as I should but when it wasn’t viable to stay in the kitchen any longer I simply walked back in with the drinks. Incredibly, I purposely made a noise before I entered and gave them chance to compose themselves. Later, when we were in bed I found myself compelled to have sex with her. Without either of us talking we just copulated – for a long time and with enthusiasm. The following morning left me with a dilemma – if I kept quiet it would happen again while I was at work – if I stopped it I wouldn’t learn anything – I had to know what my wife really wanted. Eventually she approached me. “What do you want me to do if he tries anything – shall I tell him to pack his bags?” “Why are you asking me? It’s up to you – you don’t do things because you think it’s what I want. What does the real you want to do? Do what you think is best – what you really want – then you’re not living a lie.” I thought it sounded a bit naff but made it worse by adding, “Whatever you do – tell me the truth when I ask you.” She was confused – but hell – so was I! When I passed the kitchen on my way out the youth had just slithered into a chair. “Take your feet off the table!” I ordered him. He gave me a look and reluctantly moved his feet. “Yeah – you go to work man and let me take care of things here!” he shouted after me. So I was off to work having been humiliated by this boy who had spent the previous day fucking my wife. Did I slope off like a wimp? Well not quite – the little twat had just made one too many smart ass comments. After kicking the chair from under him I slapped him against the wall and took him a little walk down the garden. The water was cold in the pond and when his head went under it took his breath away. I had a little word with him. I explained that the nice social workers that made excuses for him and stopped the police from being nasty to him didn’t operate in this house. I put it to him that he was a little piece of shite and if he didn’t show respect for me and my house I would separate his head from his shoulders and feed him to the animals. My sort of child psychology works rather well. I let him look at the little fishes under water for a minute or two then heaved him back to the kitchen and dumped him on the floor at my wife’s feet. Saying goodbye I could tell what she was wondering. Feeling much better I smiled and when we were out of earshot said,”Just for the record – no – I didn’t mention yesterday.” Now she knew I wasn’t going to kill him for having sex with her it seemed to tell her something. “I will tell you the truth if anything should happen today,” she promised with a knowing look on her face. I said nothing and went about my business, chuckling when I heard the coughs and splutters from the kid. On the way to work I had to ask myself – why didn’t I raise hellfire and react normally to my wife having had sex with her nephew? Why was I leaving them in the house together when I saw from the kitchen how much she enjoyed his touch? More to the point – did my wife understand my actions better than I did? The atmosphere was tense that evening and I was eager to listen to what my wife had to tell me. The youth hovered around so I asked him when he was going out. Grudgingly he told me he wasn’t going out that evening. “Let me put it another way,” I said, “Fuck off – now! See you about midnight.” Now he knew just where he stood with me he sloped off. I had noticed both he and my wife seemed a little anxious though in her case it appeared to be a sort of happy excitement. What sort of day have you had then?” I queried. “I know you’re still a bit shocked but I can read between the lines,” she began. “You always said if I had sex with someone else it would turn you on. Now that I have it’s unsettled you but you haven’t gone berserk. You’re just scared to admit how much it’s aroused you – because it’s happened without you controlling it. Be honest – the thought of me doing something with our nephew had a certain appeal to you – because it’s forbidden him being my sisters son. I’m going to be honest with you – I find it very exciting too – it’s the situation that turns me on more than the boy himself. Not only because he’s my nephew but because he made me be his slut – I’m sorry but it turns me on! I think it turns you on too – am I right?” “What are you building up to – have you had sex with him again?” I already knew the answer to that question. “OK- I’ll tell you what happened today – if I’m wrong you can throw me out – I’ll risk it. If I have guessed right – well – we can talk about how we can find a way to enjoy things together.” She seemed confident she was on safe ground. This morning, after you left, Gary went to clean himself up after you dipped him in the pond. His confidence was a bit shattered and when he came down he didn’t speak much. He didn’t dress after his shower and just wore a short towelling robe over his briefs. I know that because it kept separating and showed his crotch when he moved about. As I went about my chores I kept looking and it made me think about sex. I was a bit scared of doing it again and thought he wouldn’t now be in the mood - that’s when I started to rationalise your behaviour and actions. In short I decided to go for it and talked to him about being discrete and not draw attention to him self by causing trouble. He was a bit puzzled so I spelt it out for him – why did he ruin yesterday’s fun by being obnoxious? He thought for a minute then asked, “You’ve no regrets about yesterday – even though I called you a slut?” “Well – I was a slut wasn’t I?” I laughed. “I thought you would tell uncle and make out nothing was your fault.” Then he added quickly as an afterthought, “You liked being a slut for me?” “Well,” I answered, “I didn’t make a scene and cause trouble – did I?” I saw his bulge grow and started to get aroused then I did a daring thing. I slid my skirt up and run my hand over my pussy. “Does that tell you anything?” I asked him. “What about you – do you like having a sexy slut for an aunt – one that’s prepared to do naughty things for you?” He was very excited now and didn’t know how to react – well now husband – we had finally shaken him – like you originally wanted!” Her voice was flippant yet not mockingly so - calmly I smiled and asked her to continue. I was very aware of the bulge in my trousers - by way of encouragement I let her see it. Letters to the Editor Ch. 08 “He answered by nodding and I walked over to him and unfastened his robe then run my hand over his bulge. “Why don’t you just sit there and think about what I’ve said while you watch aunty do her chores.” I took out his penis then stepped away from him. I felt really outrageous now and took off my skirt – then carried on with my housework. “Why don’t you give me something interesting to look at while I finish my jobs?” He looked at my vacantly so I went and took his hand and placed it round his cock. “Let aunty watch you masturbate – while you admire her body.” He got the message and after a while I also took off my top so he could see my tits bounce around. When I eventually heard his breathing increase and he was about to come I stopped to watch and told him I wanted to see it squirt out. I stood in front of him and told him to aim for me.” On hearing that little gem of information I stopped trying to control myself and grabbed my wife, kissing her and groping her tits. She moaned and laughed softly then whispered in my ear. “Oh I’m glad I guessed right – and I don’t need to be scared of telling you everything – you like me being a slut don’t you?” The sound I made was interpreted as a yes and she uttered other agreeable happy noises until finally I let her resume her account. “Tell me everything? There’s much more to come then?” She began to gently stroke my groin and giggled, “Oh yes – much more – I’ve done some very naughty things with our young nephew!” Patiently but with misgivings I waited for her to continue. “He got dressed and went out and I did what I had to do. I was feeling happy and looked forward to having lots of chances to have sex with him. I hoped though that you would understand and be of the same frame of mind. If he would behave him self and see things our way we could convince him that life is more fun if you don’t make waves.” “What an interesting philosophy!” I observed. “Well – when he came home I could tell he was worked up and aroused by the way he kept looking at me. That got me excited while I waited and hoped he would make a move on me. Eventually he did – he walked in front of me and started to touch my tits. I just let him and suggested he unfasten my shirt if that’s what he wanted. Excitedly he popped open the buttons and played with my breasts, touching and kissing them. Then he wanted to take off my skirt so I told him to go and make sure the doors were locked and close the curtains. He rushed to do it and was very flushed when he again took hold of me. “Go on then – take it off,” I quietly told him. “Do you want aunty to be your slut again?” He groaned and fumbled with my skirt then when it fell to the ground I stepped out of it and started to take off his trousers. When I pulled down his underwear I dropped to my knees and sucked him a little. Then he asked me a question – he asked if he could watch me play with my pussy. I was feeling really perverted – I stood up and said, “If you like me to be your slut you should make me – tell me don’t ask me.” He mumbled a few four letter words then he became very rough and grabbed my hair. He forced my head back and kissed me roughly then started to rip my panties off. “Come on bitch – open your legs and show me how you play with your cunt!” When I was naked except for my open shirt and with my bra unfastened and hanging from my waist he pushed me down on the chair and told me masturbate. My God I was certainly aroused then! I spread my legs wide and held open my vagina, and then I played with my clit while he stood and watched rubbing his dick. Fucking hell it was horny!” My wife was getting carried away and ground her self against my leg like a dog does when it’s trying to fuck you. I would have never believed she could be so open and – well – sluttish – and honest! As she talked to me she unfastened her shirt and rubbed her nipples while cuddling against me. Now she was no longer touching my cock I released it from my pants and gently played with it. “We can look forward to lots of fun and enjoyment in the future,” she quietly whispered. “Did you reach orgasm?” I asked her very excitedly. “Yes – I brought myself off - because as he wanked he watched and as he was standing over me I knew he was going to ejaculate. When it came out it went on me and I opened my mouth so he could aim into it. Having a young lad watch me masturbate was magic in itself and very exciting – it was almost better than a fuck! His lovely salty sperm tasted great – I wished there had been more!” I was stunned by my wife’s language and admissions. “You are really getting to love this illicit sex aren’t you?” I commented pointedly. “Yes – but you know it’s just sex and not romance – I’m not going to run off with anyone – and I’m not being dishonest about it. Look – you’re sat here masturbating while I tell you what I’ve been doing – why don’t you be honest too?” I was stuck for a reply at that time and changed the subject, “Did anything else happen today?” “Not long before you came home – when I was preparing dinner – he came up behind me and massaged my tits from behind. We finished up fucking – I bent over the kitchen sink and he fucked me from behind.” That created a powerful picture and I made myself ejaculate – to my wife’s amusement. We stayed fairly silent after that lost in our own thoughts. When the boy came home he was surprisingly quiet and polite. I watched both of them from the corner of my eye and pictured them fucking. They seemed on the surface just like any other aunt and nephew and he politely accepted when she offered to make him a drink. She gave me a look followed by a smirk that said I should expect something to happen and when she walked into the kitchen she called him to follow her. I was on tenterhooks then after a minute she came out and kissed me – I got that look again and she asked me in a loud voice if I too wanted a bed-time drink. I said yes and she walked back into the kitchen. I strained my ears to listen and turned the T.V. down. I caught the sound of a few grunts followed by heavy sharp breathing. I thought I heard cursing and swearing in a very low whisper – I decided she was masturbating the boy! Resisting the urge to go to the door I listened until the noises stopped. It was only a few minutes and the sound of the boiling kettle drowned it out at the end. She walked back into the room with our drinks followed by the boy. He looked a little disconcerted but she – she had a wicked smirk on her face, her lips closed tight. Putting the drinks down she turned to face me, her back to the boy. She waited while I was looking straight at her and slowly parted her lips. Out of the corner of her mouth came running a white sticky liquid – it was the boy’s sperm! She had sucked him off and kept it in her mouth. Now she was getting a kick from showing me – right in front of him! I looked on in awe and didn’t know how to react. Suddenly her face came closer to mine – closer still and I realised she was going to try to kiss me. With hardly millimetres separating us she hesitated waiting for me to give a sign – would I jump up – or would I allow her to kiss me. She was truly becoming very kinky and perverted – and was testing my limits. I didn’t know what to do – something inside me told me it was dirty – I would taste the boys cum. I found myself wanting to kiss her – there was a certain body language and transfer of thought – she knew I wouldn’t move away. When her lips touched mine I opened my mouth – her tongue came out and I felt the liquid being transferred from her mouth to mine. She became aroused and flung her arms round me – the boy noticed and watched – he knew where her mouth had been! Eventually we broke apart and nothing was said. She finished her drink and rose to go to bed. Meanwhile I had tasted the saltiness of male sperm and used my drink to swill my mouth out. The urge to spit was almost overwhelming but I resisted. I wondered how on earth I could allow such a thing and thought again how much my wife was becoming sex crazed. The boy remained silent eyes on the television screen. My wife bid goodnight to her nephew and bent to kiss him like a good aunt does. Making sure the boy knew how to switch everything off I followed my wife to bed. How strange it was speaking to him normally and hearing him say, OK uncle. It was, “Goodnight then,” and I left the room. That night we fucked – several times – and it was good. It was amazing how the situation became almost normal. I didn’t attempt to stop her and if I asked she was always willing to give me all the details. She let him use her – she liked him to treat her rough and call her names. She liked to be made to kneel before him and let him squirt his cum into her mouth. He masturbated on her body and she performed for him and regularly did her housework wearing sexy underwear or no panties. He squeezed and bit her nipples until they were sore but she loved it. After a while I played with the idea of letting know I was in on their secret – then I could be present and join in. The boy’s change in behaviour was making him almost likable but contrasted with the image of him calling my wife a slut while stuffing his cock in her mouth made me unsure. However things took a different turn. “He brought a friend round today,” she said one evening. I pondered on the significance of the remark and observed, “Hasn’t he always brought the odd friend round sometimes?” Something about her demeanour told me this was different. “What are you trying to tell me?” I asked firmly. “A few days ago he asked me – wanted to know if I would give his mate a treat. He said that seeing I enjoyed being a dirty slut he wanted to watch me show my arse and tits to his friend. He would love to watch me being fucked by his mate.” With a worried voice I asked what she told him. “It got me a bit excited – the thought of another young lad – but it’s a bit dangerous – too many people knowing.” “Is that the only thing stopping you?” I demanded feeling a bit annoyed. “The urges take over my thoughts – I thought of nothing else when he fucked me – I got him to talk about it while he shafted me.” “Fucking hell!” I said out of despair, “This is getting out of hand – did you really want to?” “I would make sure he kept his mouth shut – two boys playing with me – oh don’t say you don’t want me to!” “I take it you have already started something – otherwise you wouldn’t have mentioned his mate coming round today.” She nodded like a naughty girl and grinned – then when it hit me with full impact I felt myself getting aroused and curious. “What have you done?” I asked nervously. “Well he told me he was bringing a mate – so I dressed in that very tight black skirt that hardly covers my bum – and that black silky top that clings to my tits – I didn’t wear a bra. I told Gary I would give his mate a thrill if I had a promise that he wouldn’t tell anyone. Gary had told him I was very sexy for an aunt but nothing else at that point. When he came round I paraded about in front of him and his eyes bulged when he saw what I was wearing – so did his pants. He is about the same age as Gary and very good looking – a bit on the innocent side. Anyway, to give him a thrill I sat and chatted with him so he could get a good look at my tits. Then when I had teased him a bit I let him see up my skirt. The skirt is so tight and short it rides up easily and I only need to bend forward a little bit and I show my knickers. In fact it’s so short and tight that by just standing in front of his seat he could look up and see my panties. We sat chatting for ages and I opened my legs so he could see between my thighs. When I walked about I found excuses to bend over. He loved it and I got turned on showing my body to another young lad. I embarrassed him by asking him if he was looking up my skirt – he was shocked - especially as I didn’t close my legs. Gary had got turned on by all this and when he could he whispered for me to leave them alone for a minute. He sounded him out and got his reactions – and a promise he wouldn’t tell the entire neighbourhood. Then when Gary came to get me he wanted more – he told me about the boy being trustworthy and said he had admitted to him that he and his aunt mess about a bit. He said the boy was very excited by this and vowed he could be trusted. He asked where I was and if I was coming back into the room. I followed Gary back and we all talked a bit more – I sat opposite the new boy – he’s called Tommy. I flashed my panties for him a bit more then Gary came to sit beside me. He joked about a bit then he slipped his arm around me. Tommy’s jaw dropped in amazement when he watched Gary kiss my neck and nibble my ear. I was very excited having Tommy watching all this and when Gary started to play with my tits in front of him it felt really erotic. I let Gary kiss me properly and knowing Tommy was right in front of us I wriggled about making my skirt ride up more and swung my legs open. The passion built up and he was in no doubt this was completely sexual and not just fooling around. The atmosphere was really tense when Gary started to undo the buttons of my top. Tom looked at me expecting me to knock Gary’s hand away and couldn’t believe it when I just sat there calmly. I let Gary open my top and as I wasn’t wearing a bra he brought my tits out on display. When he started sucking them I began to moan quietly then to get Tommy going I exaggerated a bit and pretended I had “lost it” and was carried away with sexual pleasure. Tom’s face was a picture – he just gazed across with a vacant expression and fidgeted about in his seat. He couldn’t believe what his mate’s aunty was letting him do. I caught Tom’s eye a few times and smiled wickedly at him then said things like, “Oh – yes – that feels nice! Suck them for me!” Gary was getting really carried away too and his hand began to wander to my thighs – I gave Tom the best possible look and wriggled my arse around. Suddenly Gary changed tack and straightening up he unzipped his fly. He took out his dick and placed my hand on it. “Give me a wank aunty!” he begged. Tommy let out a very audible moan and gasped air in – I could tell he wanted to touch his cock and stop it fighting to get out from his pants. I lay my head on Gary’s shoulder so I could watch Tommy’s reactions and let him watch me masturbate Gary. I stretched one leg out and bent the other at the knee so I could swing it open wide. Gary surprised me by saying, “Why not let Tommy come and join us?” He didn’t wait for an answer he told Tom there was room for him on the other side of me. Tommy gauged my response and as I did nothing to put him off he hesitantly shuffled across covering up his bulge and sat next to me with mouth still wide open. “Go on Tom – its fine – touch her tits,” Gary reassured him. When I felt young Tommy’s fingers on my nipples it felt electric. “Aunty – will you pull your skirt right up so we can see your panties better?” Tommy yelled softly again when he watched me obey and uncover my midriff. On Gary’s invitation the new boy stroked the top of my thigh around the edge of my panties. He felt the material of my panties but dared not quite bring himself to go between my legs – I was becoming very wet. “Suck on her tits Tommy!” suggested Gary urgently. When Tom eagerly fastened his mouth round my nipple I used my spare arm to cradle his head – just like he was a baby sucking milk from his mother’s tit. I was still able to masturbate Gary and I noticed Tom twist his head a little to watch Gary’s hand that was now finding its way to my vagina. His fingers slipped under the material and Tom yelled again as Gary massaged my clitoris. My hips wriggled against his fingers and I relaxed and enjoyed it. I kept muttering, “Good boy’s – that’s nice!” It seemed to excite them more. Eventually I quickened my hand movement because I was so turned on and made Gary shoot his load. Tommy glanced up and fascinated and wondered if he should stop now. Gary put in a request foe Tommy, “Aunty – will you take your panties off and let Tom see your cunt – he’s never seen an older woman’s before?” Tommy’s face coloured up and he said nothing. Neither did I – I slowly slipped my panties off and opened my legs turning side on to Tommy. Then I stood in front of him and put my groin close to his face and pulled my vagina open for him. I touched my clitoris and pulled open the little hood that protects it and made little circular movements with my forefinger. I wanted a fuck – Gary was spent but I wanted young Tommy anyway! I sat back next to him and kissed him hard on the lips forcing my tongue in his mouth. I fumbled with his pants and took his cock out – I tried to shuffle around to straddle him but all the excitement was too much for the lad – he came in my hand. He groaned and lost control and shot his spunk on me. I was disappointed but kissed him and felt him until he had calmed down after enjoying his experience. He didn’t stay long enough to recover his urge but I tried to make him by not putting my knickers back on and leaving my top undone. Gary seemed very satisfied and asked me to kiss Tom goodbye. I held him and whispered to him that if he kept quiet about this afternoon I would let him join us again. I gave him a very sexy kiss and squeezed his cock before he left. Gary and I didn’t touch each other again because we both had things to do.” I was again stunned, “So the only thing stopping you from fucking another boy was the fact that he came too soon? Why pretend you’re asking my consent to let Gary bring a mate for you? Anyway you have already promised him more of the same.” “I know – I get carried away – please – will you fuck me now?” She was like an animal, writhing around and pounding away with my cock inside her. My wife had become obsessed with these sexual escapades and although it gave her nephew something other than trouble to concentrate his mind on I wasn’t sure about her involving others. She kept her word –no lies and gave every detail when I asked. In time I felt like I was left out and wanted to be in on it instead of this pretence. I asked her how she thought the boy would react if I was present and aware that I knew everything. My wife suggested waiting while the time was right and meanwhile she would sound him out but other things happened that changed events. However as this letter is very long already I will close now – hope you found it interesting. Yours, Rising in his seat the editor swore, “Another one that leaves you guessing – damn!” He rummaged through the file and noticed the tear made by a paper clip at the top of the page. He wondered why at some time there had been an attachment to this particular letter and sifted carefully through the contents. He hoped to find one with a paper clip that belonged to the letter he had just read – he had a theory. Letters to the Editor And so she did – and every night till the weekend I would eat dinner then as the evening wore on I would ask what sort of day she had had. Then I would listen to her stories while we both sat opposite each other masturbating. Every night I would get no more than a couple of hours sleep as I wanted constantly to fuck her when I pictured her antics. When they finally completed the job my wife said nothing for a while then as I was fucking her one night she uttered the following statement. "I enjoyed being a slut for those men. It seems to have made our sex life more exciting too. I want more – I want you to let me - I want to let men fuck me and I want to be a slut for them." Well, she did – at every opportunity. And she delighted in telling me every detail – no matter how filthy it got. Me? Well I just listened - and then we would have great sex. Maybe I'll write again and tell you some of the things she did. Bye for now. The editor put down the letter and took a deep breath. "Well," he said aloud, "Now I see why they couldn't publish these things!" Wondering if all the letters followed the same theme he picked up another. Dear Sir, Whilst out walking on the sand dunes with my wife one summer afternoon I began to tease and fool about with her. It was quite a desolate spot and thinking that no one else was about I pulled her to the ground. She was wearing a thin dress buttoned down the front which I soon began to unfasten. To my surprise instead of stopping me she began to get aroused – an unusual reaction for my wife considering we were outdoors. As I played with her tits she asked me if I knew we were being watched. She whispered to me that a man we had passed earlier had apparently followed us and was watching from a nearby dune that was covered with tufts of grass. Now I expected my wife to jump up but she stayed put. Glancing to the side I caught sight of the man's head peeping between the tufts's of grass. Still playing with my wife's tits I told her we should perhaps give him something better to look at. Instead of protesting she began to kiss my neck and breathe heavily. She was more turned on than I was! She wanted me to expose her body to this peeping stranger. I fully expected her to let me pull up her skirt to show a bit of thigh and slip her top off her shoulders a few inches, then she would chicken out and draw the line. However, that isn't how it went. She allowed me to pull the top of her dress completely off her shoulders. I rubbed her tits over the outside of her bra and waited for her to call a halt. By now I was amazingly turned on myself – especially when as I slipped one of the straps from her shoulders she just gave a little moan and said nothing. There was something very erotic about letting this man watch me undress my wife. It was even more of a turn on to watch how much she seemed to be enjoying it. I whispered to her and asked her to turn her body slightly away from me which gave the man a better view. She obeyed but kept her face buried in my shoulder kissing my neck. I glanced quickly at the man to make sure he was still watching then pulled her breasts from her bra cups. The response from my wife was just to breathe more heavily and noisily. I could see the man from the corner of my eye becoming fidgety. Again I whispered to my wife and told her the man was probably playing with himself. She became even more intense. While I strained my eyes to see the man I then began to suck on my wife's nipples and knead her breasts with my hands. He was no longer making any attempt to hide from view – his head having risen up well above the grass. Very nervously I wondered whether I dare, or would be allowed to go a stage further. I looked over at the man and realised that I had made it a bit too obvious that I knew he was watching. For just a second we caught each others eye and I was a little disappointed that I would scare him off. He didn't move – he just kept on looking. Whilst still licking my wife's tits I ran my hand over her thigh and gradually pulled her dress up to show her panties. As she had not stopped me or protested I decided I could be more blatant and as I pulled her dress all the way up to her hips she surprised me once again by easing her bum up to help me. I wanted her to turn so the man could see her face – and perhaps she would glance at him. Somehow it seemed to make it more exciting. I asked her to turn fully on her back – as the man was positioned about forty-five degrees to our right I asked her to turn a little more. Amazingly she did and kept her glance lowered to watch my hands on her body while maintaining a half sitting position. She knew the man had a clear unrestricted view of her breasts but she made no attempt to cover them up. I slipped my hand inside her panties and made little circles around her clit. As her legs opened a little I began to masturbate her. She smiled very slightly and gasped but keeping her eyes on her body she allowed me to carry on. Then something happened that made me even more excited. I looked at the man and kept my gaze on him - I was letting him know that it was OK to watch. Now any pretence was gone as I played with my wife and he watched giving an occasional nod of approval. I thought I detected a smile on his face then realised why. My wife had lifted her head and kept giving him shy coy looks and little smiles. I detected more movement from the man -jerky movements from his arm and shoulder. He was making it plain that he was pulling his cock. My wife gave a moan and started to kiss me. She was becoming more frantic as she dropped her hand to my fly and unzipped me. Without spoiling the man's view of her she played with my dick and then as the man watched her – she watched him. After a few intense minutes she threw her arms around my neck and almost bit me as she kissed me, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I had never before seen her so turned on. What happened next was even more unexpected. She broke away from kissing me and hissed in a very low voice, "Take my panties off!" "What?" I asked, more in surprise and disbelief than not hearing. "Take them off!" Her voice was very low but with a very determined edge. I did as she asked then instead of lying back as I expected she pulled my trousers down over my hips and turning to rest on her arms on the ground she adopted a doggy position on all fours, with her bare backside facing the man. He had an unrestricted view of her arse and pussy. Taking hold of my cock she began to give me a blow job. It was amazing; while she sucked me I could look beyond her at the man enjoying the sight of her naked bottom. For his benefit she wriggled it about then she spread her knees wider. I almost came when I realised that she was parting the cheeks of her bum to show him her tight little brown hole – and her open vagina. When I asked her if she wished that he could stick his cock in there she mumbled a yes. That was too much for me – I spurted in her mouth – and she swallowed it all. As I lay back recovering my wife continued to lick my cock but she had now moved onto her side. The man had figured out what had happened and now he felt no need for concealment I could see that he was about to stand. I wondered if he had "cum" too and was about to leave but to my surprise he had picked up his small bag and towel and was actually walking toward us. I told my wife. "The guy is coming toward us – do you want to cover up?" "No," she replied quietly and carried on licking my dick. "Your dress is still over your hips – do you want to put your panties back on?" Now she looked up at me. "No," she said. I couldn't believe this was my wife talking. Here she was with her tits bare and dress pulled up with no knickers on knowing full well a man was coming toward us. The fact that the man was going to get a better view of her body was obviously making her feel very excited. The guy stopped and put his bag down pretending to be searching for something. He was only a few yards away – it was as though he was waiting for a response from us. He kept glancing at my wife who by now was sat up and straightening her hair in a very nonchalant way – she still hadn't covered up. Then he said "Hi" When I spoke and said hello back he added, "This is a good spot, quiet, and private. Lots of couples come here." I felt like he was trying to tell me something then thought he was simply playing for time so he could enjoy the view my wife was giving him. He smiled at my wife, "You have a nice figure – is it OK if I join you for a while? If you don't fancy my company I'll just go on my way and leave you alone." While I was taking a second to ponder on his motive my wife answered for me. "It's OK – sit down and join us." She shot me a glance as though she expected me to protest. The man, instead of sitting by me moved to sit on my wife's right so she was in the middle of us. Lots of small talk followed, most of it very awkward and clumsy. Obviously it was due to the nakedness of my wife who still hadn't covered up. Then my wife asked, "So you meet lots of couples down here?" "Yes, I get talking to quiet a few. They come here for the privacy, away from public places to, well, to do similar things to what you've just done - have a little excitement. Some don't mind if I happen to be passing by and stay to watch. Very often I get to join them." "Really?" said my wife, looking intrigued. "You mean like, when they have finished what they're doing you go and chat to them? Like you have with us?" "Well, not always quite like that. Some couples are very broadminded shall we say. They let me join them during, not after, if you understand me." My wife looked at me again as though she wanted to ask me a question. Instead of that she turned her body half on to the man. Now he really did have a superb view. "You mean, you get to join in – and the men don't usually mind? " I could tell from her voice that she was becoming more aroused. "I suppose it's harmless if everyone agrees," she said, turning to me as she added, "And quite exciting." Again she gave a questioning look, now I realised why – she was looking for permission to let this man touch her! Somehow the thought of letting this stranger touch my wife here in the sand dunes brought on an extreme sexual excitement. I never had intended things to go so far but now I wanted to watch her. It was my wife's unexpected willingness that had both shocked and disturbed me. Yet that's also what made me feel aroused. To be able to lie next to your wife and watch what she does with another man was an incredible feeling. Very often men wonder how their wives would perform with someone else – here I was with her willing and I able to watch. When she again, a few minutes later gave me that certain look I shrugged my shoulders slightly and nodded my head just enough to convey the message. I was scared and jealous and annoyed at her for wanting to – did I really know her? But I was going to let her. She smiled as though as a thank you gesture and turned again sideways on to the man. She let her hand drop to caress her inner thigh and spoke with a more seductive voice. She turned the conversation back to her earlier question. "So when you get to join in with these couples I take it you mean more than kissing or being allowed to stroke their breasts?" The man's voice also took on a different tone. "Oh yes, sometimes the man likes to see his wife do to me what you have just done to your husband. Or the wife likes to have another penis inside her and have her husband watch." The man spoke slowly in measured tones knowing how much my wife was getting turned on. Her hand had almost subconsciously found its way between her legs. "We've never done anything like this before," my wife told him as she played with herself. "It will be the first time I have had sex with another man." Well he certainly didn't need any invitation after that comment! He quietly undid his trousers and taking my wife's hand from her crotch he placed it inside his fly. Giving a very loud sigh she made some agreeable noises then took out a very hard and fairly big weapon. After spending a few minutes with her massaging his dick and him licking and sucking her tits the action then started. I sat astounded as first he opened her legs and licked her pussy, she holding his head and fucking his face. It was followed by her taking his dick into her mouth and, with great enthusiasm trying to make him spurt his load down her throat. He stopped her and gave her a very hard fucking, her in the missionary position but with legs high in the air. As it neared the end she wrapped her legs around his waist and, with a wicked and almost manic grin on her face we stared at each other. She provided sound effects as though to show me how much she loved having this mans cock inside her. Her hips bucked to meet his thrusts and every few seconds she would whisper, "Oh yeah, that's lovely!" Not once did her gaze leave mine – the torment was almost unbearable. Unlike other contributors to your magazine who ask, "Does this sort of thing really happen or is it just fantasy?" I assure them that it does. Whether I liked it or not my wife made sure it was not the last time. Only people that have indulged know how the jealousy and shock of seeing what their wives are prepared to do with other men develops into the intense excitement felt. Like others before her my wife has become almost addicted to sex with other men and is willing to do extreme things. Be warned! The young editor swore, "Well that fucking letter certainly leaves you guessing what happened next - how annoying!" Cursing, he looked at the pile on the desk then he stood and peered into the cabinet. For the first time he realised just how many they were. "Reading these could take a while!" he said to himself, "A very long while."