13 comments/ 134435 views/ 97 favorites My Stunning Julia Ch. 01 By: gggrena Reunion @ the airport We had arrived to the airport just in time. My wife, Julia, and I were anxious. We hadn't seen Mark for more than seven years. The last time we were together was when Mark had been an attendant in our marriage. We were good friends, but distance took its toll and we became a bit estranged. I met Mark in college. We were freshmen looking for an apartment. Edgar, another freshman, needed roommates to help pay the bills. That's how the three of us became friends. For three years we partied together until I met Julia and started dating her. She was three years younger than I, a real nerd, but beneath those shy manners there was something special that captivated me. Julia became my girlfriend and our group grew. Now, Edgar was about to marry too and Mark was invited. Julia and I insisted that he stay at our place and not in a hotel; he accepted the offer. Only a few minutes after our arrival, we saw Mark. I thought that we would embrace like brothers, but that didn't happen. Too many years had passed and a barrier seemed to have grown between us. We shook hands. "You look the same" he said smiling. "I easily recognized you." I returned the compliment, "You look good, too. Do you remember Julia?" I introduced my wife. Mark looked at her, slightly frowned, and said: "You're Julia?!" Julia nodded. He seemed surprised or maybe impressed. "You look quite different," Mark commented. "Hello, Mark. We're so glad you're here with us," Julia replied. Mark smiled and shrugged the expression from his face. I guess Julia was different. The last time he had seen her, she was still a girl in girl's clothes, shy and insecure. Meanwhile she blossomed, and became more mature, a real woman. The cute blouses and the childish hairstyle were part of the past. Now she wasn't afraid to assume her own sexuality. Her hair was loose, longer and darker. Her blouse was slightly open and showed just a bit of cleavage, not in an unprofessional manner, these were her work clothes, but enough to give her some personality. She was using just enough makeup to show that she cared. Her wardrobe was completed by her executive pants and high-heeled shoes. Seven years ago, it was unthinkable to see Julia in high heels. On the other hand, Mark seemed older, as well, but in a good way. He had lost all his boyish features and looked like a man. His attire was casual and he seemed in very good shape. Despite the seeming distance between us, it was really good to see him again. We left the airport and went straight to our apartment. Bold movie @ the apartment By the end of our dinner, we were already much more comfortable with Mark. Time had passed, we were older, different persons, but deep inside Mark was still Mark. One of our past rituals was watching movies as we sat on the floor of our living room in our pajamas, while we drank and chatted. Back then we didn't have much space and Edgar was missing now, but our desire to relive our past made us replicate that behavior. We changed into our night clothes and spent the rest of the night on the floor in front of the TV. We drank a lot, which was another old habit from our youth. It was late and I suggested that we call it a day, but Mark encouraged us to watch one more movie. It was about to begin on one of the cable channels and it would mean that we would be awake about ninety minutes but his was a special time, so Julia and I consented. The movie was awful, I can´t remember anymore what the plot was, so we spent most of the time talking about our jobs, Edgar's marriage and, of course, Mark's life abroad. He was still single and with no immediate prospect of settling down. Mark mentioned a woman and Julia asked, "Is it serious?" "We hang out together. It's not anything serious," Mark intoned and continued, "Really, it's only sex. Besides, she's already married. We like it this way." Mark's honesty shut us up. Meanwhile, the movie caught our attention again, a sex scene was about to begin. We kept quiet while the action developed. Both characters kissed passionately as the man's hands roamed along the woman's body. He unzipped her dress and took it off with a single pull, leaving her in bra and panties. Then he slowly kissed down her body until he reached her crotch. I wasn't expecting this kind of scene in this movie, yet I realized at the same time that it was turning me on. The man took her panties off exposing nicely trimmed pubic hair, leaving me wandering how far would this go. I could almost see her labia. Finally, he lifted her left leg a bit and simulated oral sex. The camera viewed her from her left side, her back was against a wall and her dangling leg covered his face between her legs. An idea came to my mind and I expressed it aloud, breaking the silence. "They may be faking it, but his face is right in front of her sweet spot." I also thought that he must be able to detect the scent of her arousal, but kept this thought to myself. Neither Mark nor Julia added to the commentary. Then, the unexpected happened: Another man entered the room and caught the couple in the act. Normally one would expect that to bring an abrupt end to the sex scene but, instead, something else happened. After a few seconds of surprise and indecision, the woman took her lover's head with one hand and urged him to continue his ministrations, which he did. The second man kept watching in silence. Her reaction and his continued actions were both outrageous and hot. I felt embarrassed that this scene was playing while Mark was there with us. It was just too inappropriate. Suddenly I felt Julia pressing her weight onto my right side. I instinctively looked at her and kissed her on the lips, but instead of breaking the kiss and resuming watching the movie, we continued to gaze at each other; then we kissed again. Before we knew it, we were making out, oblivious of Mark's presence. I got up, sat on the couch and Julia knelt facing me. The movie and the drinks had led us to this unthinkable behavior. Our tongues touched and our hands were all over each other's body. "Mark's here," I tried to whisper. This definitely wasn't my wife's usual behavior. She was normally very self-aware of her surroundings and always stopped me whenever I tried to cross the line. Julia caught my tongue with her lips and sucked it; her lewd behavior was turning me on. I didn't want her to stop but I was also afraid that she would regret it later. "Mark's watching," I insisted, to no avail. Mark got up and sat on the opposite side of our couch. It almost seemed that we were performing for him like the actors in the movie had performed for us. I couldn't help thinking that our uninhibited actions were a bit crazy! I looked at her sweet neck and couldn't resist kissing her there. Her fair skin was so smooth and smelled so good... I wanted more so I moved her pajama top aside exposing part of her right shoulder and kept on kissing. Every inch of her was perfect and she was mine... This was the most audacious thing we had ever done, so I was afraid of ruining it. Had I a few seconds to weigh it through, I would think otherwise, but it was too late now, because I was already inebriated by Julia's body and passion. I knew that I was about to cross a line of no return but Julie took control of the situation in a most unexpected way... With one sudden and continuous move, she pulled aside the top of her pajamas and took it completely off, while stretching her upper body in a most provocative way. She was naked beneath the top, though her hair fell wildly over her chest, partially covering her breasts. I could see her shameless nipples, prominent and hard, and I panicked! Mark was watching! He was enjoying his view of my wife's breasts and I wanted to believe that this could not be. I was supposed to be the only man allowed to see that most private sight. Mark released a faint breath; his expression was composed but I could see a small hint of satisfaction there. I knew then that it was too late as I was sharing those beautiful, luscious boobs, not too big but big enough to impress, with Mark. This wasn't enough for Julia; she was on fire. Her lips joined mine again and her left hand landed on my crotch. Where will this stop? Out of my right mind, I cupped her breast with my hand as if it were the first time I had explored her treasures there. After the initial shock, I experienced new feelings, both complex and twisted. I was aware that Mark had always been popular with girls; any good looking girl that he put his mind to claiming was his sooner or later. When we were roommates, I had seen countless girls leaving his bedroom, some ashamed, but always willingly to come back if he wished. But not Julia... For years I envied him, but now I had something that he had never had and that I knew he couldn't have. Julia was perfect, incredibly beautiful, even without makeup or with her hair in disarray. She was hot, but also classy and intelligent, which made her even more desirable, and she was mine! Whenever I walked into a room with Julia by my side, I knew that every man was looking at her, admiring what they can see and fantasizing about what they couldn't see. At those moments, I knew that I was the envied one. A past and profound jealousy was surfacing in me. I reached for Julia's breast with my mouth, knowing that Mark was watching intently. This was my time to get even for any unspoken taunt. I wanted him to know just how hot my wife was. I wanted him to crave her so much that he couldn't sleep that night. This was my moment of glory. "You're, you're breathtaking!" Mark stuttered. Mark was addressing Julia. He moved closer to us, still maintaining a safe distance, but his proximity felt weird to me. Too many new things were happening too quickly for my ultimate comfort. "Your breasts are perfect", he continued, while asking me, "Can you please lick your wife's nipples?" I hesitated, knowing that was what he wanted to do himself, but couldn't. I don't know why, I probably shouldn't have, but I accepted his request and licked my wife's right nipple. "Yes!" she moaned, letting us both hear her approval of my actions. I licked again, this time a bit rougher. Then I took as much of her breast as I could in my mouth and sucked. For a few moments, my mouth wandered randomly on her skin from her lips to the bottom of her breast. Then, I heard a different kind of sound coming from the TV: cheap sounding music. Mark had switched it to a porn channel. "Yes," he directed, "Touch her down there... with your fingers" -- He was looking straight at her sweet spot. This time he didn't say "please" and these words sounded more like a command than a request. I almost instantly felt that Julia wanted me to comply, so I did. I moved my right hand inside the bottom half of her pajamas, making sure the palm rubbed on her pubis and explored. The moment I parted her labia, Julia's body shook and reacted: her head and hair fell against her shoulder, her body arched, her breast became completely exposed in all its splendor, her nipples pointed upwards and her pussy pressed hard against my hand. She pressed so hard I almost couldn't move my fingers but she didn't care because she was getting what she wanted. I took the chance, leaned forward towards her and resumed tasting her body. My free hand helped her in maintaining her balance. In the background, the moans of an actress could clearly be heard, adding even more eroticism to the moment. I could feel Mark move even closer, right next to us, and his eyes were fixed on Julia's body. Through the corner of my eye, I noticed his hand on his crotch. I was shocked at his boldness and wondered quietly, Where will we go from here? How far do we dare to go? Julia pushed my head back, forcing a gap between our bodies. She seemed out of control and it was making me crazy: she breathed fast, her mouth was ajar, her tongue lolled and her eyes were shone wildly. Then she opened my pants with her right hand and firmly grabbed my cock with her left. At the same time, she licked her lips as if she were savoring my penis. I was enjoying Julia's lewd behavior, but she was about to cross another boundary. Made frantic by her own intrepidity, she looked at Mark for the first time, noticed he was touching himself through his shorts and reached for his crotch with her free hand. He removed his hand and she rubbed the huge bulge that was so obvious there. It all happened so fast and right in front of my eyes that I was both shocked and paralyzed. After her initial enthusiasm and realizing that she had gone too far, Julia swiftly removed her hand and looked at me in panic. I knew that her fondling Mark had to have been an irrational impulse influenced by the heat of the moment. Her eyes begged for pardon. Nothing hindered the sight of the bulge in Mark's shorts now and it seemed big, or rather, very big. I shrugged that thought away, forced myself to overcome the shock and nodded to my wife in forgiveness. As soon as I had nodded, I realized my error and it was also my fault! I couldn't blame her... Julia smiled to me, an odd, different, confusing smile. She kissed me and her right hand returned to Mark's bulge. I was blown away! What was happening? Then I got it... She had completely misunderstood my smile and my nod. She interpreted those gestures to mean that I had given her permission to play with Mark. Oh, this was wrong, this was wrong... My wife continued to play with his cock. She was acting like a slut, arousing two men simultaneously. This was fully beyond what I thought she was capable of, my sweet Julia... I couldn't believe my eyes; she was groping that huge bulge in Mark's shorts with enthusiasm and eagerness. Then I was saved by the bell... In fact, I was saved by the ringing cell phone. Its ring broke the spell for both of us. Julia jumped off the couch, as I reached for the phone. It was only a text message, a reminder from Edgar, who was too anxious with the impending wedding to allow us to be missing without his permission. This was my way out of what had become a most uncomfortable situation for me and Julia. I felt relieved but also disappointed that the scene we were enjoying had come to an end. Mixed feelings troubled me... I wasn't comfortable with Julia playing with Mark's cock, but deep inside, if I were honest with myself, I was enjoying it. It was definitely something that wasn't easy to admit to myself. Julia was also battling herself, I could see. She covered her breasts with both arms and just stood motionless, confused and tired. But I guess our bodies were still sexually electrified, this wasn't over yet. And Mark still had a say... Unexpectedly, he reached for Julia's nearest hand and gently pulled her back toward him. Again, I was blown away. She resisted once, but didn't resist his second encouragement. Her eyes were saying "no", but she wasn't voicing it and her body simply obeyed him. Mark wanted her to climb over his lap like she had been with me. Julia stared at me and I could swear she was begging me to stop him. I wanted Julia to take the initiative to end this, but that didn't happen. Sluggishly she submitted to Mark's direction and knelt over his lap. Her gaze left me for him and I felt I was losing her. My own wife was topless on top of another man's lap! I don't know why I didn't stop her. They stared at each other. Mark's eyes resembled those of a wolf and it was as if Julia were his prey. There was still a significant gap between their bodies. Mark directed her hand to his mouth and gently kissed the back of it. Then he removed the other arm that still covered her breast. Nothing hindered his view now. I remembered my thoughts from minutes ago: Julia was mine and he would never have her. How had this happened? I only wanted to make him envy me, and somehow he had turned the tables; now I was the one having to watch. I was expecting Mark to jump on her quickly, or at least, I feared that he would. But he was taking his time, moving slowly and steadily. His right hand reached for Julia's face and tried to pull her nearer. Again she resisted him, a faint and useless attempt. He kissed her on the mouth. My wife was clearly in panic, but slowly I watched her body relax: she dropped her weight on his lap and her legs spread wider, making her left knee touch me. That's how close we were. Slowly she closed her eyes and relaxed. I could see his tongue entering her mouth for the first time. Julia reciprocated. Both tongues touched and exchanged saliva. My sweet wife was being deep kissed by another man. Their intimacy was both painful and exciting. After all that had occurred, I knew that anything could happen. Anything! I didn't need to be a genius to know that and, yet, I also knew that it would be so easy for me to end it. Even knowing that, I remained quiet, paralyzed as the events escalated. Mark was having his way with my wife, taking all the fun and privileges for himself that I had thought would always be exclusively mine. I should be the one kissing her, but, for the moment, I felt as if this was my true place. Julia's hands were stiff against her belly, as if she didn't know where to rest them. Mark took them and guided them to the edge of his shorts. He wanted her to undress him by her own endeavors. Julia hesitated but Mark seemed to be prepared to wait all night. I knew that she wanted to do it; I could see it in her eyes despite her wavering. Julia clenched her fingers, looked straight to his crotch and pulled his shorts down very slowly. I couldn't avoid looking too. The beginning of his shaft appeared and it was thick, unbelievably thick, insanely thick... I was ready to expect the worst and deflected my eyes towards Julia's face. She looked apprehensive, anxious, and then amazed. A subtle but also evident smile appeared on her lips and a faint, nervous giggle escaped her mouth. Her shining eyes never left his crotch, not even for an instant. I looked too and saw a massive cock, incredibly big, long but especially thick, resting along his right thigh. It wasn't totally hard, which made it even more impressive. I felt embarrassed, even lesser of a man, before my wife and that great specimen. For a few seconds that seemed like hours, we all remained quiet. Mark spoke again, probably with his ego justly inflated. My wife had taken the bait and was his for sure. "You're so beautiful, stunningly pretty," he paused, smiled at Julia and winked "touch it!" Vacillating, she touched his cock with her right hand as if she was petting an animal. Then she seized it and slowly handled it, appreciating its looks and measuring its weight. Her hand seemed so small against that big piece of meat. Finally, she pulled back the foreskin and pumped the cock to full erection, exposing his huge glans, much to Mark's pleasure. Mark continued, "Yeah, Honey... Play with that cock!" I had been this woman's first and only man until now. Julia had never touched or seen another cock besides mine. We had watched porn together occasionally, but that doesn't really count, because there is always a sense of fiction in it, as if those cocks only existed in film. Julia grabbed Mark's cock with her other hand too and began jerking slowly as if she was experimenting. She was seeing and feeling another penis and it was huge, as huge as in the porn we had watched. It was hard to look at my wife acting so brazenly... Nonetheless, at that moment, that cock and my wife's hand looked so right together... I immediately regretted this thought. The sight was unreal, it was as if my wife had been sucked into a porn movie: Julia faced Mark, but her weight was no longer over him; her knees supported her body; his hands entered her pants and held her bare butt cheeks; her arms were stretched along her figure and ended on his cock, forming a 'V' shape which pushed her boobs together and accentuated their volume; her hands jerked his meat with a hint of defiance. I didn't know she could be so lewd. Mark was as intrigues with her as I, staring at her breasts like a famished animal. My Stunning Julia Ch. 01 "You're so beautiful and desirable," he repeated before kissing her breast. My wife shivered, and so did I: we experienced the same reaction but for very different reasons. "I've dreamed of this moment since I laid eyes on these beauties for the first time," added Mark referring to her breasts. Unexpectedly, Julia paused startled, and then she pushed Mark away. My wife seemed troubled, like a sleepwalker that suddenly awakes. "We can't do this!" she said, immediately getting up off the couch, covering her body and walking out of the room. What had just happened? She seemed so into it and suddenly, with no warning, she had lost all desire. "Stupid fuck!" mumbled Mark, clearly frustrated and angry with himself. I thought about his previous words. He talked as if this wasn't the first time he was seeing my wife's breasts. Could it be? How? Images of my wife screwing Mark behind my back crossed my mind. Maybe I misheard, maybe not! How could I be so stupid? Mark was a grown up and he already knew where the guest room was located, so I headed for my bedroom in silence and left him alone. Julia was lying in bed, under the sheet, motionless, as if she were asleep. I thought maybe I should be furious, but all I wanted was to touch her again and reclaim my wife. The instant I touched her arm, she jumped on me. Her eyes were wild, scary. Her naked body restrained me beneath her. Without asking, Julia took my pants off, grabbed my cock and shoved it inside of her. There was little resistance felt as she was so wet. Julia rode me as if there was no tomorrow: her hips working fast and furious; her mouth unleashing wild moans. Mark was surely hearing that... Even the neighbors were probably being entertained... Julia was out of control but I loved it. At that moment, I didn't care if she had cheated on me. I didn't care if she had Mark on her mind. A few minutes later, Julia was crying in pleasure as she violently came. I can't remember so swift an orgasm in all our years together. Then, it was my turn. We held each other in weariness and fell asleep. There were still many loose ends but Julia was mine again and that was all that mattered. Tomorrow we had a wedding to attend... My Stunning Julia Ch. 02 The opportunity @ the wedding reception There was too much noise, too much joy, too many people around me. I felt tired after a sleepless night and an exhausting morning. I needed a moment alone, without having to force myself to smile and look happy. One of the corners of the hall was dimly lit, empty of people, the perfect place for me to hide in the open. A small table and a few chairs had been piled there in case they would be needed. I helped myself to a chair and sat there with a drink in my hand. I looked for Julia, my wife. I couldn't leave her out of my sight. This was the first consequence of last evening's folly. I had to know where she was and with whom, as if she could be taken at any moment. Julia was talking with other women, laughing, and celebrating. No one could guess, just by looking at her, what had happened the night before. How could she be so relaxed and happy? Julia looked as innocent as she was beautiful, the perfect wife. For the first time, after the damage was done, I felt in proper condition to think rationally about recent events. I had thrown my wife into the arms of another man. Guilt was eating me alive for letting it happen and somehow even enjoying it. Julia and I needed to talk, but that hadn't happened this morning. There had been too much to be done before the wedding. Still, she insisted on telling me about a past occurrence, the reason behind her sudden escape last evening. It was a silly incident, harmless and surely embarrassing for her. It was nothing compared with all the outrageous scenarios my mind had been producing until then. We ended our short conversation with promises of love and assurance that all was well between us. But... was it? I needed this moment alone. What I didn't need was Mark's company. I should have spoken frankly with him, made a stand and prevent him from getting the wrong idea about his relation with Julia from then on. But in order to do that, one way or another, I would have to acknowledge before him the reason for my recent passivity. That was more than I could handle... Instead I avoided him the entire day and, so far, I had been successful, but now he was coming my way. "Having some time off?" Mark said, with an annoyingly casual tone. I was expecting something different... In fact, I didn't know what to expect. That was one of the reasons I needed to avoid him in the first place. "Yes," I replied, trying to match his tone with a short, dry answer, hoping he would go away but that didn't happen. Mark took a chair and sat by my side. "Look... I want to tell you something... something that happened years ago between Julia and me." As I said before, my wife had already told me that story this morning. Still, I wanted to hear his version. It's not that I don't trust her but I was curious. Also, after all that had happened, the least I deserved was an apology. Mark began: "It happened when we were roommates. One Friday evening, I was on a date with this girl... I can't remember who she was anymore. Anyway, it was still early but I knew I was going to be lucky..." He had to show off, always the same arrogance, the same unending confidence. He couldn't help it, even in a situation like this. "Then we bumped into her... boyfriend. He was accompanied by a couple of his friends. I ended up with a bloody nose and more than a few bruises. Do you remember? I'm sure I told you this back then...?" No, I didn't remember. Every word out of his mouth annoyed me deeply. Still I tried to contain a stormy reaction and just shook my head. "The evening was ruined so I headed home. When I got there, I noticed someone was taking a shower, surely Edgar or you. I needed some stuff from the bathroom to take care of my nose, so I went in. It would only take a few seconds..." I lowered my defenses slightly. Apparently, there wasn't any wrongdoing on Mark's part either. His version made sense and matched Julia's. Despite my resentment due to the recent events, I nodded in understanding. He continued, "Then I noticed a strange, smaller shape through the glass... a woman's body, I was certain of it. Suddenly, the water stopped, the booth's door opened and I saw a feminine hand searching for a towel nearby. I knew exactly who she was... I had time to sneak out..." But he chose not to. There was no hint of regret on his voice. Everything about Mark displayed self-confidence and composure: every gesture, every word, even the pauses or unfinished sentences... His account was taking an odd direction and he seemed to be taking pleasure on reliving this event. "A few seconds later Julia got out of the shower, naked, trying to wrap that tiny towel around her body. She didn't know I was there. When she noticed my presence, she jumped backwards, startled and surprised, trying to conceal her nakedness. Then her expression changed and I knew I had to get out of there." I was furious and speechless, couldn't believe his nerve. This wasn't an apology attempt. Mark behaved as if he was bragging about one of his lovers. He thinks that last evening's events granted him the privilege to speak freely about my wife, as if she were just another woman out there. "I didn't plan it, of course, if that's what you're thinking," he said, trying to read my mind. "The opportunity presented on its own... and I took it." Mark spoke his last words with a different tone, still casual and self-assured as he had been during the entire conversation, but different, as if they had a second meaning. Then I got it. I was so stupid! Last evening was on his mind. I presented him with an opportunity... and he took it. He only had to fuel the mood and take the spoils: my wife. This conversation was as much about the distant past as it was about the present. "When I was leaving the bathroom, I couldn't resist taking one last peek at her. Then something beautiful happened!" Mark stared at the void, amazed, as if he was witnessing it again. "Her arms relaxed, the towel opened slightly and she showed me her breasts. Beautiful!" he said smiling, and continued, "Her expression still looked angry, but there was a fire on her eyes... She was teasing me and enjoying it! It lasted only a couple of seconds before she shut the door with a bang." I was stunned. Why was he telling me all these lies? It wasn't true, couldn't be true. Mark doesn't know Julia at all. He saw what he wanted to see and now was telling me this story in order to justify his reprehensible behavior. I didn't want to believe him but after what happened last evening... I just wasn't sure. What if he was telling the truth? Somehow, it made sense. Julia concealed this incident from me but kept it in her mind as a hidden treasure, to be used during her most secret fantasies. It wasn't the alcohol that had driven her to be so daring the day before; it was something else, repressed lust... and an opportunity. I couldn't keep myself from mentally producing the most outrageous scenarios. I no longer knew where the truth ended and fiction began. Mark finally ended his account. "Until that day, that moment, really, I hadn't really thought much about Julia... She was invisible to me. Our surprise encounter in the bathroom changed my thoughts about her dramatically. Even then, she was already taken by you and any different kind of opportunity always seemed impossible..." It seemed impossible until last evening. He never said those words, but I knew he had them on his mind. Images flooded my head again: Mark kissing my wife, touching her skin... Commitments never stopped him from pursuing a woman. I thought I was safe because I was his friend, when in fact I was probably even more vulnerable. He chased Julia... I'm sure of it now. But she never gave him a chance... until the moment I permitted it... And there wasn't anything I could do or say now to change it back to where it had been. For a few minutes he kept quiet, but didn't leave. My eyes were locked on Julia. The scene he had just had described was being replayed in my head over and over again. A profound jealousy was eating me alive, as if Mark's unique moment with my wife was more valuable than all my experiences with her. "You really like to watch her?" he asked, breaking the silence. Yes, it was true. I do like to watch her, from afar, without her knowledge. Everything about her fascinates me: the way she walks, the way she moves, her hair swinging as she turns, her smile... her natural smile destroys me, and I love the expression on her face when she catches me staring at her. It's innocent and shy... I know that she enjoys being watched, even if she likes to pretend otherwise. Maybe Mark was right. Maybe she teased him like he was telling me. Imagining that moment, when she lowered her guard to Mark only for a moment, was fascinating... I couldn't help myself from feeling this way, even knowing it was wrong. Why do I feel so attracted to the abysm? Tonight, Julia was wearing a blue dress, the perfect choice for an event like this. It made her look sexy and desirable, without offending the most decorous, old-fashioned granny. I guess this defined her as a woman. Only two thin straps held the upper part of the dress in place. Her shoulders were bare but there was no cleavage shown. Then the dress narrowed at her slim waist only to broaden again below, ending a few inches above her beautiful knees. I wished at that moment that I had the courage to go to her, drop to my knees and touch her silky legs... in front of all these people. I wanted to feel her ankles, her thighs... the soft skin on the inner side of her thighs... Mark interrupted my thoughts one last time: "I bet she has no panties on," he whispered, daydreaming. He was admiring my wife, just as I had been doing. I kept pretending to ignore him and, thankfully, he got up and left, leaving me alone. However, it was too late. My thoughts had been tainted by Mark's suggestions. I wondered what it would be like if a sudden breeze lifted her dress, just enough so I could see her bare bottom. How shocking it would be if someone else also noticed it. Still, it was just a fantasy. I had seen her put on a pair of panties when she was dressing that morning. I had been hidden in my own thoughts for too long, so I got back to the center of the party. Julia came to me. "Where were you? I want to dance," she said blithely. Julia had no idea that she had been the topic of two men's conversation. She also had no idea what was on my mind. She had been at a wedding while I had been in my own fantasy world. No matter what Mark had said, I couldn't be mad at her. All I wanted was to see her happy. Julia loves to dance, so we embraced and danced. The scent of her hair was intoxicating and I felt increasingly aroused. I knew I shouldn't give in to my most basic instincts, but I couldn't stop thinking about her body. I wanted to touch her! My left hand descended slowly along her back aiming for her butt, but Julia stopped me before reaching my goal. "Stop it... behave!" she whispered, embarrassed. But I wanted something... I needed to see the fire on her eyes, the same fire that Mark had mentioned before. I wanted something both beautiful and wicked from her. "Take off your panties," I softly whispered on her ear, trying to show her how horny I was. "What?" Julia stared at me, incredulous. "Go somewhere private where you can take your panties off," I insisted. Julia didn't reply and we kept dancing. Was she considering it? When the song ended, she withdrew from me. "Grow up!" she said before walking away. I felt embarrassed, rejected by my own wife. I felt furious for being aroused and for allowing myself to be influenced by Mark's ridiculous suggestions. Julia never went along with this kind of kinky stuff. I knew that! I know my own wife, so why did I ask her anyway? I'm an idiot! Still disappointed, I forced myself to re-enter the party and interact with other people. I had no choice but to take Julia's apparent rejection like a man and move on. At least, her rebuff had disrupted all the nasty ideas I had been thinking earlier. After a while, I saw Julia heading my way. I smiled to her, apologetically. She smiled back at me and I felt that my previous mischief had been forgiven. "Is this what you were looking for?" she said out loud as she smuggled something into my jacket's left pocket. Then she walked away. Julia was defying me and I could see the fire... That was the fire I had been looking for from her. I felt inside my pocket for what Julia had left me but didn't take the object out. It was a tiny, soft piece of cloth, unmistakably her panties. I felt excited; she had done it! I didn't know if this was a good or bad thing, if I should be pleased or scared. What I did know is that I couldn't take my eyes off her butt as she walked away. Racing heart @ the taxi Julia and I were silent and tired, waiting in the back seat of a cab for Mark so that we could go home. In my left pocket I still had her sexy panties. Occasionally, I slipped my hand inside so that I could feel the small piece of cloth. Nothing could be more fascinating to me than seeing my wife interacting with a bunch of people, knowing that she was wearing no panties. The highlight had been the moment she caringly embraced the bride. An innocent moment between two women had turned into the most erotic happening inside my mind. I still couldn't believe that Julia had actually taken off her underwear. Apparently, I didn't know my wife as well as I thought I did. That new little piece of knowledge was both scary... and fascinating at the same time. Finally, Mark appeared from inside the building and approached the cab. He should have sat up front, next to the driver. Instead, he purposely walked around the cab so that he could be seated next to my wife. He couldn't be more obvious than that. "Sorry for the delay... I had some unfinished business," he told us. I bet he was trying to seduce a woman who was still inside. That is the unique business Mark really cares about. Julia was trapped between us. She seemed to be leaning over me, trying to avoid contact with Mark. Soon we would be home alone, just the three of us and I feared that moment. So, when he provided an apparent way to avoid the impending discomfort, I accepted instantly. Julia didn't object either. Mark wanted to take us to a specific nightclub. It was late and he had something up his sleeve but the prospect of being surrounded by other people seemed much more comfortable than the remaining option. I was also convinced that as long as we were in the cab, Mark wouldn't try anything fresh with Julia. I was wrong on that count. A few minutes into the cab ride, I felt a sudden movement from Julia and then I noticed Mark's hand was on her bare left leg. Mark didn't appear to care if the three of us were in a cab or if there was a stranger present. His hand had moved up on her leg and rested above her knee. This was the price I had to pay: I had let him touch her once, now he thinks he can do it again. I waited for a reaction from Julia. She moved even closer to me, as if she was trying to get away from him, and held my left arm tightly with both her hands but did nothing to remove his insolent hand. Under these circumstances, her dress seemed much shorter than before, too short in fact; it seemed an open invitation for Mark. He continued to rest his hand on my wife's thigh and I was unable to react as I should. I had spent all day regretting last night's mistake, only to see it being repeated again. As hard as this could be, I couldn't take my eyes off his hand on her leg. I couldn't move! I just wanted to watch! A few minutes later, his hand began sliding slowly upward along my wife's skin until he reached the lower hem of her dress. Julia shivered again and held me even tighter. There was a disturbing silence inside the cab. Mark's hand slid upward some more, dragging the fabric of her dress in the process, slowly exposing more and more of my wife's thighs. This felt like the most erotic phenomenon I had witnessed in my entire life and it was happening between my wife and Mark. Deep inside, I didn't want him to stop! Thankfully, the driver seemed oblivious to what was happening in the back but his presence made the moment even more insane. Julia was pulling my arm so hard against her that I could feel her heart pounding rapidly and hear her raspy breathing. I wondered what she was thinking at that moment. This was crazy! Sooner than later, if he weren't stopped, Mark would find out that my wife wasn't wearing panties just as he had predicted in our earlier conversation. I watched his hand continue its upward path as he continued to explore the inside of my dear wife's leg until I couldn't be sure any more if he was touching her sweet spot or not. It was painful for me not know for sure whether or not Mark had reached his obviously intended destination. Then, the cab stopped. We had reached our destination. Julia's dress was a total confusion and her legs were shamefully exposed. My wife looked like a slut but still beautiful. Before the cab driver could notice anything was amiss, she repelled Mark's hand and composed herself; unlike last evening, I wasn't relieved. I knew that this was only a sample of what was about to come. Mark was the first to leave the cab. Before I could get out too, Julia took the chance, looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Nothing will happen inside! I promise!" Mark's move @ the nightclub The place was crowded, but Mark had no problem getting us inside. The nightspot was an old industrial warehouse converted into a club. The interior was modern and sophisticated, but there wasn't anything that set it apart from other, similar places. "What's this place?" Julia asked. "It's a place where good people can misbehave," replied Mark, with a purposely-mysterious tone. Is that why he brought us here, so that we could misbehave? Mark seemed to know this place very well and guided us straight to a spiral staircase close to the bar. The staircase led to a door. A tape blocked the way and warned that those stairs were restricted to customers. Apparently, the prohibition didn't apply to Mark because the security didn't stop him from proceeding up the stairway. Julia and I hesitated. I wondered where Mark was leading us. Deep inside, I knew that following his lead wasn't a good idea but I knew I could trust Julia's word. Only her promise kept me from despairing. I soon learned that my wife's hesitation had a different motive. "I'm not wearing panties, remember?" she whispered to me in obvious distress. Julia was worried that, if she ascended the stairway, someone might see her from below. I was certain her dress was long enough but took the opportunity to suggest, "Maybe we should stay down here..." My words triggered the exact opposite response than that which I had anticipated. Despite her visible worries, she immediately climbed the stairs. I followed her. The security guard looked at me strangely and I felt exposed, as if he knew of my concerns and was scorning me. "I know the owner of this place. This is his office," Mark informed us. "No one will bother us here." His last phrase almost sounded like a threat. He made himself comfortable and took off his jacket and tie. I mimicked him. The most significant feature of the room was a large window that provided a wide view of the establishment. It was impossible not to feel drawn to it. It was a position of power, where we could observe and control everything outside. Julia and I looked at the people down below while Mark helped himself to a drink from the owner's cache. In my present state, all that I could see was sex: women lasciviously swinging their bodies on the dance floor; males looking for a quick rub, a chance to land a hand on the right place; a group of women flirting with surrounding men, pretending to act as a pack when they secretly desired to be taken as individuals; a few couples made out at the tables, against a wall, or wherever they could. There were lots of very short skirts and tight dresses, voluptuous cleavages and long legs. I finally knew why Mark had brought us here. The mood was contagious, giving the sense that it was okay to indulge in our most secret desires. My Stunning Julia Ch. 02 Mark joined us near the window. He only had one drink in his hands and it was intended for me. I accepted it as he positioned himself immediately behind Julia, not touching her anywhere, but smelling her hair and breathing into her right ear. The tension was visible in her demeanor; she seemed overwhelmed by Mark's nearness as if she anticipated his imminent touch. I could see it in her eyes; she was apprehensive, waiting for him to make an advance, so that she could stop him from invading her space just as she had promised me she would. I was sure Julia wouldn't let anything happen this time, but neither of us expected his next move. "Your wife is beautiful," said Mark, surprisingly addressing me, "Can I kiss her?" Julia shook, startled by his question, and looked at me in shock. He was taking the decision out of her hands, as if she had no say in the matter. I felt a shiver through my spine, as well. Caught by surprise, I didn't know what to say. Although the right answer was so easy to utter, I hesitated. This hesitation was enough for Mark. With a swift move, he turned my wife around and kissed her on the lips. Again I was witnessing his tongue invading her mouth and it was as painful as the first time. Julia wasn't resisting at all. When Mark broke the kiss, she was, again, completely under his spell. He took a step backward and she followed him, searching for his touch and lips. The game had instantly changed; my wife was no longer the prey and openly chased Mark. She wanted more, much more... Her promise didn't mean anything to her, not anymore. I panicked and, for the first time, I was about to take a stand... Mark took another step backward and, before my wife had the opportunity to follow him again, I grabbed her hand. I wasn't holding her tight and she didn't try to break loose, although I was certain that she wanted to. Surprisingly, Mark seemed amused with my reaction. This was all a big game for him. Julia was standing between us, confused and indecisive of what to do next. This impasse seemed to last for hours, until she made her choice. Julia moved toward me and I felt ecstatic because she was choosing me. We held each other and she whispered in my ear, "I love you! I love you so much!" Her voice was tender and warm. As she continued, my reverie was replaced by dread. "Do this for me, please. Let's pretend this is a dream, this entire weekend... just this time... one crazy dream," she intoned as if enchanted. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Julia wanted this badly enough to pronounce these infamous words. It sounded like a plea but it wasn't, her mind was already made. She turned to Mark and he invited her to go to him. Their eyes were locked on each other and, when their bodies met, she began opening his pants. When she had completed her task, he sat on the nearest armchair and extended her a cushion on the floor between his legs that just happened to be conveniently lying around. I wondered how many women had provided sexual favors on that same spot. In a few seconds, my dear Julia would be another one of them. Outside, people could see me, still standing by the window, as I could see them. I felt exposed, as if they could realize what was about to happen inside just by looking at me, so I moved out of their line of sight. My wife knelt before Mark and pushed his pants to the floor; then she did the same with his underwear but this time much slower, smiling straight at him. I felt like one too many in that room, a hindrance to my wife and her lover. Mark's massive cock was inches from her face. Then Julia looked at me and, for a fraction of a second, I thought that there was still hope that I would escape this trap. I was wrong again. She only wanted a last assurance from me that it was safe to advance, one last chance given to me before it was too late. However, I no longer wanted to attempt to stop her because I feared that she would defy my wishes and do it anyway. For the first time, Mark showed a very small hint of impatience, seconds away from his final victory. He took his cock in his left hand, entangled his right hand's fingers in my wife's hair and gently but firmly pushed her face toward him. Julia offered no resistance but stopped a few inches from her goal. Then she showed me what she wanted my part to be in all that was happening. With a swift gesture of her hand she propelled her hair to the right side of her head, thus opening a clear path of view to me. Julia wanted to be watched by her husband as she committed the ultimate act of adultery. She wanted me to have a clear view as I was cuckolded. I never thought I would be where I was standing, watching my own wife please another man. I never thought that this kind of lust resided inside of her. What I believed to be set in stone no longer applied. Julia's sweet lips touched Mark's manhood, a shy, faint kiss. On the second touch she used the full extension of her lips and the third was only a prelude for what happened next. She seized his shaft, closed her eyes, opened her mouth and took his huge glans inside her throat. Mark exhaled deeply, releasing all the accumulated tension of the moment. Julia was his, at last. Then, her lips locked and his cock slowly slid out. She repeated it a couple more times, trying to become accustomed to its size. "Oh, your lips feel so good," murmured an evidently pleased Mark. One idea kept repeating in my head: there was a cock in my wife's mouth and it wasn't mine. How would I deal with it? How could I ever kiss those lips and touch her tongue again? For a while I witnessed my wife patiently experimenting with Mark's penis. She had a new toy with which to play. It was as if Mark wasn't there and his cock was an independent entity. People say that size doesn't matter but I was witnessing the exact opposite in my wife's behavior. Julia seemed in love with that big piece of cockmeat, itself. As I watched, her lips and tongue explored every inch of it. After the initial shock, I was reluctantly becoming more and more fascinated by Julia's recreation. It felt like a dream, an erotic nightmare from which I would wake up anytime. In fact, this was truly a dream: my Julia's dream. Then, her body language dramatically changed. My wife stared at Mark, acknowledging his presence. I knew that look! So far it had been only about her recreation, but from then on it would be about teasing and pleasuring Mark, the ultimate submission to his needs and desires. This was wrong! Wives should only pleasure their husbands in this manner. Julia was mine, not his! This was wrong! "Sweetie, you're so hot," he said, visibly enthralled by her oral skills. She took as much of his cock on her mouth as she comfortably could without taking her eyes from him. I imagined his glans sliding along her tongue, corrupting her sweet mouth. "Oh fuck! You're good!" Mark encouraged her. I didn't know whether he was referring to her technique or her lewd behavior, maybe both. As they stared at each other, their closeness seemed stronger than ever. A profound jealousy invaded me and was tearing me apart from the inside. I didn't know what was more painful, their physical intimacy or their growing complicity. Mark's cock was becoming harder than ever. Sometimes my wife's movements became frantic, but most of the time she worked patiently on his meat. "Do you like sucking on my cock?" asked Mark, fueling her libidinous conduct. "Yes!" she shamelessly replied before swallowing his penis again. It reached a moment where Mark felt it was time for something more and he acted quickly on his impulse: he stopped my wife, held her in his arms and gently sat her on top of the club owner's desk; then he opened her legs and occupied the space in the between; his hands were high on her thighs, under her dress. Surprised by his sudden initiative, Julia tried to correspond to his touches. Her hands reached bellow his shirt and caressed his chest as he kissed her on the neck. Then, Mark grabbed his cock with his right hand and I knew what his intention was. He wanted to do my wife right there, on top of that desk. Somehow mesmerized by my wife's blowjob, I panicked at this new development. But Julia was no longer acting like a defenseless victim of Mark's advances. She took control of the action, withdrew from Mark and said with confidence: "Not yet!" She quickly composed her dress and hair, put on her shoes that had been discarded in their frenzy, and lewdly added, "I hear music. I want to dance." Then she left the room. Mark was clearly bewildered with what had just happened. After a moment, he smiled as if he had been challenged. My wife's behavior was making all of this even more interesting for him, I was sure of that. He fixed his clothes and also left the office. Despite all the pain that I had been experiencing, I was stunned by my horniness. My cock was bursting inside my underwear after watching my own wife blowing another man. I left the room with no illusions, this was only a break, the night wasn't over and Julia still coveted Mark. My Stunning Julia Ch. 03 An unspoken agreement @ the nightclub My wife, Julia, feverishly danced with Mark along with dozens of other people. She looked happy, light-hearted; there was a deceitful innocence about her. If I didn't know better, I would have only seen an attractive woman enjoying a night out in a most common fashion; I wouldn't imagine that only minutes before, in a room on those same premises, she had given head to a man in front of her own husband. I was positioned in a privileged spot to observe my wife, next to the dance floor and slightly on higher ground, but nevertheless I was struggling to keep track of her in the middle of that controlled chaos. Mark had shown once again his influence in that crowded place by providing a good table and free drinks. But Julia didn't care for it, she only wanted to dance, she loves to dance. Mark joined her as, I was sure, she wished. I stood at the table, alone with my thoughts. Every now and then Julia gave me a look. I didn't know if she was worried about my feelings or merely checking to see if I was still watching her. But after each quick glance, probably assured by what she had seen, my wife returned her full attention back to Mark. There was still a faint voice deep in my head calling for rebellion, but it was too faint to make any difference. In fact, I had resigned myself to my wife's wishes... maybe because there was something inexplicably appealing in all that had been happening in the last 24 hours. How could I feel like this? How could I have felt aroused by the image of my wife pleasing another man? Even this question seemed absurd still, there I was, breaking all rules and watching Julia in the arms of Mark. Julia seemed transfigured too. Her behavior no longer could be mistaken as a thoughtless impulse. By now, she knew exactly what she was doing. She was choosing to be with Mark because she desired him but, most importantly, because she could. It was impressive how much my wife had changed in the last few hours. I wonder how many women would behave likewise if given the same opportunity by their husbands... Once again Julia looked at me, but this time I felt something different. She delayed ending her gaze on me and I enjoyed the prolonged attention. It was only a small crumb in the midst of Mark's spoils, yet enough to make me content for the moment. I don't know if it was only my imagination, if I was fooling myself and taking comfort in a lie, but some sort of silent compromise seemed to emerge as we stared at each other. Only this weekend, once in a lifetime, Julia was allowed to realize her forbidden fantasies. Once in a lifetime she could freely be with another man and sate her darkest curiosities. In return, I was allowed to observe her with her lover. Only that once and no more, I kept repeating in my head. "Hello!" sounded a female voice addressing me. There was an attractive blonde woman staring at me, waiting for a reply. "You seem so lonely. Can I join you?" she loudly asked, trying to overcome the surrounding noise. In a place like that, her approach was only natural; still I wasn't expecting it to happen to me. What else could I do? I nodded and invited her to a chair in front of me. "This sounded like a pickup line. I hope you don't get the wrong idea," she said smiling. "I saw you alone and lost in distraction. I have to ask you... What were you watching?" "I was watching my own wife being slowly taken by an old friend of mine". This would have been the right answer, if I had had any intention of telling the truth. "Nothing in particular," I answered, meeting her contagious smile. Her name was Nancy. She was alone too, waiting for someone else. We chatted for a while, casual talk between two strangers. At first I felt her as a hindrance, an unwanted distraction from a more pressing desire. But as we talked, her presence grew in me and I slowly integrated her into my nasty thoughts. Nancy was wearing tight blue jeans and a pink top showing a generous cleavage. There was something enthralling about those sexy boobs that invited me to stare at them. On the outside, I was trying to show interest in our conversation, but in my mind I began stripping her one piece of clothing at a time. I wonder what Nancy would think of me if she knew what was in my head... However, somehow, I had the feeling that I wasn't hiding much from her and she knew perfectly how much I desired her. "Oh, by the way, my husband will be here anytime soon," she said with a naughty smile. "I hope you don't mind but... if he sees us, you're a former colleague from school okay?" I nodded in agreement. Mark's earlier words were right; this nightclub was a place where people went to misbehave. I wonder how many times Nancy had used that same excuse before. "You're married too, right?" she asked, changing the previous subject and looking at the wedding ring on my finger. "Yes, I'm married," I calmly replied. "Where is she?" she insisted, indiscreetly. Nancy was touching a sensitive spot. Obviously, I couldn't tell her the truth, but not knowing what to answer, my lie betrayed much more than I had intended. "She isn't here," I awkwardly responded. "Do you always come to places like this without her?" she asked and winked at me. I could ask her back the same question, but I felt that I had more to hide than she did. Luckily, she was only teasing me and didn't expect any answer at all. I was enjoying her presence but the last thing I needed was someone probing my secrets. Nancy touched her phone and excused herself for a moment. I immediately searched for my wife and Mark in the middle of the crowd with the hope of catching Julia jealously staring at me. The reality was much different... I found her connected to Mark by an intimate embrace, exchanging lustful kisses and apparently indifferent to Nancy and me. Mark's right hand was shamelessly grabbing my wife's bottom in front of all those people. Each of their actions felt like a slap in my face, stating that Julia belonged to Mark now. A disturbing thought crossed my mind: this is how it feels to lose a wife to another man. Nonetheless, the more she surrendered to Mark, the more attractive she seemed to me. Everyone else seemed unconcerned by their behavior as if it were the most natural thing in the world. If only they knew the truth... Another nervous thought crossed my mind: what if someone recognizes us? The chances of that happening were slim but the simple possibility was unsettling. My wife, on the other hand, was about to show me that none of this worried her... The music's pace changed and an enthusiastic voice was heard in the sound system "Come on ladies, show us your moves." Julia looked at me again and, when our eyes met, her posture changed. She turned herself towards me while her arms secured Mark behind her. I couldn't see the details of her eyes from afar, but I could bet they had the same defiant fire that I had witnessed earlier in the day. Then her hips started to swing, very slowly, pressing her butt against his crotch. The movements were too slow to fit the fast music; this was no longer a dance, but an arousal for both Mark and me. Julia's eyes never left me, including me in the action from afar. She knew what was happening in my mind. As much as I had tried before, I couldn't deny it anymore. I was openly taking pleasure in all that was happening. And for that reason alone, she seemed free to cross any boundary. Mark leaned over Julia and kissed her on the shoulder from behind, not seeming to care where she was looking. His hands took her thighs and I could see his fingers pulling her dress upwards. Other people were moving around them, constantly blocking and clearing my view. Mark secured the hem of the dress but didn't stop and pulled some more. In the exact moment when Julia's most precious treasure seemed to be about to become exposed, a man inadvertently crossed in my line of sight. When he moved away, Julia had already broken contact with Mark. Her dress fell along her legs, she turned to him and he kissed her. I couldn't believe that Julia had allowed Mark to exhibit her in that fashion in the middle of a public place filled with dozens of people. It was a reminder that no rules applied anymore. But, once again, the hardest for me was not to know for certain how much of my wife had been exposed. I could ask her later, but it wouldn't be the same. I was in awe of Julia's performance. No other woman in the world could be as nastily alluring as her, I was sure of it. Her ability to seduce and tease was beyond measure, a powerful aphrodisiac. It may seem counter-intuitive but, as I watched Julia in the arms of Mark, a sentiment emerged: I was a lucky man for having a wife like her. Completely unaware of my surroundings, I only noticed Nancy's near presence when her lips approached my ear. "That's your wife, isn't she?" she whispered, obviously referring to Julia. Her words felt like a punch in the stomach. My first reaction was to deny it, devise an excuse... I even uttered a faint "no", but Nancy didn't need confirmation. "So that's your secret..." she said with a soft, teasing voice. "Do you like to watch your wife fucking around?" I didn't know if I wanted to flee from her or take her right there. Despite the embarrassment for being caught, I felt heavily aroused by her gentle, warm words. My eyes locked on Julia; it seemed easier to look at my wife than face Nancy. Then I felt an inexplicable need to justify myself. "Julia doesn't fuck around. It's only this once," I argued but the words sounded even more preposterous. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be judgmental. Actually, I wouldn't mind being given such freedom," said Nancy, probably mocking me. I wasn't sure. Then she asked "What happens if she enjoys him too much?" But before I had time to think what to say next, she quickly added, "My husband is here, I have to go to him. You never told me your name. Bye stranger!" I wanted to tell her my name, but it was too late. As Nancy moved away from me I felt a mix of relief and disappointment. Alone again, I remained in my place for a while longer, divided between the sight of my wife's continued teasing and Nancy's provocative words, until Julia decided it was time to leave. She was calling the shots. As we were leaving the premises, I saw Nancy, not far away, staring at us. Julia was intimately holding Mark's arm, as if she belonged to him. There was no way to disguise the facts. Julia had entered the premises by my side as my beloved wife but would leave as Mark's new girlfriend. Outside, as we waited for a taxi, there was an awkward moment, again. I actually felt one too many. After all that had been happening, neither Julia nor I seemed to know how to behave as we waited and Mark held her. When the cab arrived, Julia took the initiative to suggest an apparent way out to this discomfort. But the solution was the last thing I wanted to hear. "Do you mind if we take another cab?" she sweetly asked me. For a moment I didn't grasp the meaning of my wife's words. Then I got it. Julia wanted to be alone with Mark. I panicked; this was something I could never accept. It was too much for me. Seeing the growing agitation in me, she immediately added, "We'll be right behind you." Julia was trying to assure me but it wasn't enough. Still, I couldn't resist her charming ways and, against my gut feeling, I nodded in agreement. If this was what Julia wanted, I would grant it to her. I entered the vehicle and left my wife and Mark alone. As the cab moved away, I felt a strong urge to look back but was afraid to seem ridiculous. A variety of scenarios were produced in my head. Who knows what Mark would do to my wife during my absence... The wait @ outside the building I was waiting for only a couple minutes, but it already felt like a lifetime. The street was empty of people and quiet. Desperation was taking hold of me. Agreeing to leave my wife behind had been the worst mistake I made in a set of bad decisions since Mark's arrival. I was afraid that she had changed her mind and headed somewhere else with Mark. Who knows where she could be now? It was as if I was losing the last remains of control, even if they were only an illusion. I was already considering my options when I heard the sound of a moving vehicle nearby. It was them. Julia got out of the car and I felt relieved. Mark was right behind her but it didn't matter; she was back to me. Mark was all over my wife and I could hear her faint voice insisting, "Not here! Someone can see us!" Mark didn't care. He didn't care if someone could hear or see them; all he wanted was his share of my wife. I don't know why, but I felt the need to partially hide myself behind a column near the building's entrance. It felt easier to observe from a concealed spot, although I could still be seen. Julia kept trying to contain Mark and rushed as fast as she could to the entrance, but he didn't intend to wait until they were up in the apartment. Before entering the building, my wife searched the surroundings and, when she spotted me, her gaze instructed me to follow them. She wanted to be seen as much as I wanted to see her. As soon as they were inside, Mark attacked like a wild animal: he pressed Julia's body against the wall with his own; his right hand invaded her dress from beneath, exhibiting her thighs and groping her crotch; his left hand crudely grabbed her right breast. "Mark... Not here... Please!" my wife pleaded but her body reacted with zest. "I know you like it," he responded. I felt the duty to answer to her plea and intervene. Mark had to stop! But before I had time to react, Julia freed herself and escaped through a nearby door which led to the indoor reserved parking lot. Whenever she wanted, she was able stop him. Julia knew how to defend herself and didn't need me. Before turning the corner, she glanced back defying Mark to follow her, which he did right away. I looked outside the building, trying to figure if anyone had seen us. We were safe so far, but I was already concerned about what could happen in the parking space. Then I followed them. Playing out a scene @ the parking lot I crossed the first fire door, but when I got to the threshold of the second one I hesitated. Part of me was already expecting something of the sort of what I witnessed when I turned the corner. In a few seconds, during my brief absence, Mark had pinned Julia against a wall, just like before, but this time her dress had fallen down to her waist; I could see the whiteness of her breast's skin through the lace of her bra. His hands firmly held her bare butt and his face was buried on her left shoulder. Unwittingly, I took a couple of steps away from them, looking for refuge behind a nearby column. I was devouring the scene before me, just as Mark was devouring my wife. His left hand roughly seized one of her boobs, which popped out of its bra's cup. Julia stretched her body along the wall, with her arms above her head, as if she was posing for an erotic photo, inviting him to take her. Mark didn't hesitate. He plunged his face to her breast and I could see him, from afar, tasting her hard nipple. Suddenly Julia began undulating at a steady rhythm and a moan escaped her mouth. Although I couldn't see it, Mark's right hand appeared to be working on her crotch. This seemed like foreplay for them but it was taking too long and they didn't seem close to stopping. All I wanted was for Julia and Mark to leave for our apartment before someone could appear and catch them in the throes of their mutual pleasure. However, despite my discomfort, watching my wife's body lewdly moving was fascinating, her pleasure was my pleasure. Mark's mouth descended along Julia's body and he pushed her dress downwards to her feet, leaving her almost completely naked. Only a bra and her shoes still partially covered her body. Her perfectly shaved pussy was completely exposed, at the mercy of Mark. Her body looked astonishing! Her light skin contrasted with the dark grey wall as her delicate body was being exploited by Mark's roughness. Only from afar, as another man pleasured her, could I see the true splendor of my beloved Julia. I couldn't believe she was naked in our own parking garage, helpless to any sudden intruder. Despite the incredulity of her and Mark's actions, I had to admit that I was loving it! She is amazing! Mark crouched and Julia raised her left leg, resting her foot on his shoulder. This was turning into something more than foreplay and outside the privacy of our home was the worst place for it to happen. I looked around, afraid that someone else could be watching. Meanwhile, Julia opened her legs wider and Mark's face invaded the space in between. Her body immediately shook and she held the back of his head for balance. This vision resembled something else, something still very fresh in my memory. They were recreating the sex scene from the previous night's movie. Mark was eating Julia's pussy as another man watched. In this case, the other man was me, her husband. So many times I had asked her to blow me in that exact spot. So many times I had pursued her body inside those walls, always in vain. "Someone may catch us," she used to say. Julia's fears always prevailed, until now. And Mark was having all the fun. Still, despite my jealousy, if I had to choose, I would rather watch her do it with Mark than have her not do it at all. It's crazy but I was enjoying what I was witnessing. Still, I couldn't help myself from comparing: is he better than me? Her pleasured expression was positively intoxicating me, but I still didn't want him to be better than me... I began to feel warm, mainly due to the excitement of the moment. A small drop of sweat was slowly forming on my temple and I slightly shook my head to disrupt the minor discomfort. At that same moment I shockingly noticed some kind of movement through the corner of my eye. My body trembled and I immediately adjusted my position behind the column. Someone was coming! A woman was calmly heading for our exit with her eyes down on the floor. She was coming from the far side of the parking garage and seemed completely unaware of what was happening between my wife and Mark. A fraction of a second after I first became aware of her, she stopped and perplexedly stared ahead towards Julia. I knew this woman. Her name was Kate, married, mother of two and our neighbor for several years. Julia and I weren't friends with this woman and her husband, but we had a cordial relationship. Where had she come from? It was late-night, no car had entered the parking garage since my arrival and there wasn't any other entrance from whence she could be coming. Kate just stood there, motionless, staring, as if she was declaring her presence to the nearby couple. Five, ten seconds passed, and nothing happened. I was desperately trying to figure a way to warn Julia but she was too immersed in Mark's actions and I didn't want the other woman to notice me. My worst nightmare was coming to life, an unexpected, unpredictable, but conceivable presence of a third party. Slowly, Kate slid sideways, waited a couple of seconds and then hid behind a car. Still, I could see her head peeping from behind the windows. Just like I had recognized her, she surely recognized Julia from that distance. I kept repeating in my head that this couldn't be happening, this was a nightmare. Kate's presence changed everything. She wasn't a stranger like Nancy before, whom I would probably never meet again. We knew this woman and she knew us. She knew where we lived, some of our friends and relatives; where we worked; she was part of our social life and our paths would cross many more times in the future. And now she was watching Julia, naked, shamelessly receiving pleasure in a public place from a man who was not her husband. I still had a tiny hope that maybe she might mistake Mark for me, but it seemed a longshot since his and my appearance differed greatly. How could I face Kate ever again? Still, I was more worried about Julia's reputation. I always thought of Kate as a person that kept things to herself, maybe a good person with whom to share secrets, but what if she tells what she has stumbled upon to anyone else? She will certainly tell her spouse... I know I would. What would she think of my wife? From then on, through Kate's eyes, Julia would be an adulterous slut. The truth was quite different or maybe it wasn't. As I continued to observe Julia's actions with Mark, I no longer knew where the truth lay. My Stunning Julia Ch. 03 Julia released a choked moan and awoke me from my digression. Her body was wobbling with a mix of sensuality and awkwardness due to the unstable position. For a second, she looked at me and I felt like I was in a middle of an erotic show. However, Julia had no idea that she was performing for Kate too. I could have warned her... But the harm had already been done and I no longer wanted to stop her. I tried to view this scene through Kate's eyes. She was watching another woman posed obscenely with her lover. Could this vision be arousing her? To me, it felt impossible not to feel drawn and aroused by Julia and her lover. Maybe Kate felt the same way. If she did, she might be somewhat ashamed of her voyeuristic intrusion and would keep what she had seen to herself. Would she touch herself later as she remembered this scene? My earlier preoccupied thoughts were recklessly replaced by new ones and Kate's presence didn't seem to be bad any longer. For a while Kate and I quietly observed as Mark licked my wife's pussy. Julia didn't seem to have any intention of stopping her lover any time soon. As far as I could notice Kate was entirely focused on Julia and Mark and her gaze did not stray from the two of them, not even for a second. Slowly I could see an orgasm building inside of Julia. Soon I wouldn't be the only man in this world who had induced a climax in Julia. I felt as if I was losing another part of her to him, but one thought encouraged me: maybe, after she comes, her interest and enthusiasm will fade away and her horniness disappear; maybe this is the beginning of the end of Mark. Julia's body violently shook from pleasure. Her mouth opened as if she was about to unleash a wild roar but no sounded escaped her throat. It lasted for a few seconds until it seemed finally over. Mark got up ready for more action but Julia assertively stopped him. It seemed the end, but it wasn't. Julia quickly composed her bra and dress, the best she could in those circumstances, grabbed Mark by the shirt and guided him behind her towards the exit. I wanted to follow them but couldn't; Kate was still hidden. A couple of minutes passed and still there wasn't any move from her part. I couldn't see her head any longer, but I knew she was still there. What the hell was she doing? I felt trapped, unable to follow my wife as I wished. Each second felt like an eternity. Then I finally saw Kate rushing past me and towards a different exit. I guessed she didn't want to risk another encounter with Julia. As soon as she was out of sight, I left and headed for the elevator. The night wasn't over yet and I couldn't leave them alone any second longer. The climax @ the apartment As I entered the apartment, I tried to conceal the anxiety in me. I didn't want to look too eager to be there. The lights were off and there seemed to be no sign of my wife and Mark. Then I heard a voice from the bedroom area. I headed there, silently, afraid that Julia might have led Mark to our own bed. Fortunately, the sounds and a dim light came from the guest room. The door was wide open and there was a pile of clothes just past the threshold: her dress and her bra lay on the bedroom floor as a testament to their fervor. Mark sat on the bed while Julia stood close to him, completely bare. No matter how many times it happened, seeing my wife sharing her nakedness with Mark still hurt. Then, Julia began taking his clothes off. First it was his shoes. And there is nothing more submissive than seeing a woman taking off her man's shoes. I slightly shook my head as if I had expressed this previous thought out loud. Mark wasn't Julia's man, I was! She proceeded with his shirt, kissing his chest as she unloosened each button. His pants were next and finally his underwear. Mark's cock was already hard, as I would be if I were in his shoes. In fact, I didn't need to be in his shoes. Only the sight of my wife with this man was enough to make me rock hard. Julia gently pushed him backwards. He gladly obeyed and lay on the small, single bed. Then she crawled on top of him mimicking a kitten, purred inches away from his face and sat on top of his stomach immediately above his cock. Julia was being wickedly hot! It made me desperately want to be in Mark's place... but I couldn't because she belonged to him now. However, she didn't forget me. Julia looked back and gestured for me to sit at their right side. It felt like a command but a gentle command. She knew I would do anything she asked me to. I grabbed a nearby chair and took a place on their right as she wished. Still not happy, Julia glanced at me and said softly, "Come closer, please..." Again, I obeyed. There seemed to be no other choice for me. I moved the chair next to the bed. Julia was now right in front of me, at an arm's length. I felt a bit uncomfortable at being that close to a naked and aroused Mark. On the other hand, he didn't seem to care in the slightest that I was present. It was as if I wasn't there. He was good at ignoring me. Mark seemed impatient with desire. Julia was moments away from breaking the last boundary. She took hold of Mark's massive cock and directed to her pussy. Now, that it was about to happen, I felt panic build in me. I kept repeating in my head the same words over and over again: this is just sex; she is only fulfilling a fantasy; this isn't cheating; she is doing nothing wrong; it is only this once. A voice in my head answered me back, Julia will forever belong to Mark; she will taste something that you will never be able to give her; she will enjoy it; she is a slut; she will want more. Mark's huge gland invaded the space between Julia's labia and pressed forward. There was an initial resistance but then it slid right in. Julia released a loud cry, "Fuck! It's big!" I was impressed with the easiness that it had gotten inside. Despite's Mark's saliva in her, Julia had to be extremely aroused for that to happen. She lost control for a few seconds, as if it was too much for her to take. All her courage seemed to be gone after the first contact, but she only needed a couple of seconds to catch her breath. Slowly, her body descended until half of Mark's huge cock was inside of her. My wife was feeling another man's cock deep inside of her. Julia was no longer solely mine... "It's splitting me apart, I can't take it," she said, but it didn't sound as if she actually meant it; it felt more as a tease. Very slowly, Mark began thrusting his hips as she struggled to become familiar with his size. Julia still seemed overwhelmed; her body was stiff and her stare vague. Small particles of sweat were scattered along her bare skin. Just when I was starting to think that this was too much for her, she responded in an unmistakable fashion. Her body relaxed, her right hand moved towards her pussy and her fingers landed on her clit. Mark noticed it too and stopped his thrusts. Julia didn't hesitate and began her own hip movements. Slowly but steadily, that incredible cock was entering and exiting her pussy. Then with a fluid move she descended all the way down until Mark's meat seemed to be fully inside of her. "Oh fucking big!" she insisted out loud. "All in, honey," Mark countered. For a few seconds she remained in that position, feeling him deep in her. Her eyes were close and there was a broad smile in her lips. "I can't believe I have all of your cock inside of me," she said, surprisingly expressing in words exactly what I was thinking. Then she added proudly, "I can take it all in me." Julia was right. She was a force of nature. Not only she was enduring it, she was taming that beast like a sex goddess. That was her destiny, in that place, in that moment, to be fully unleashed, fulfilling all of her potential and splendor. In a few minutes she was riding Mark's manhood with confidence and enthusiasm. Julia was fucking him. My own wife was fucking another man in front of my eyes. His cock was touching where no one else had touched before but me. It was surreal; it felt like a dream, as if it wasn't really happening. For a while I watched her ride Mark as his hands helped her move up and down along his shaft. My wife's gorgeous breasts bounced in rhythm with their movements. She was enjoying it passionately; I could read it in her eyes. Julia was free from any shame or doubt, free from any social constraint. Lust and physical pleasure were all that mattered in that moment. Mark projected his torso forward, driving his mouth right into my wife's neck. Julia secured him tenderly in her arms. Her movements decelerated drastically into a fluid, smooth blending of her hips and waist. It was as if she was dancing. Their bodies were connected in an intimate embrace. Just when their complicity felt stronger than ever, she looked at me. It wasn't a quick glance, but a prolonged, warm stare. I felt that she was including me in their embrace, making me a part of her fantasy. Although I only watched, it felt as if she was fucking both Mark and me. Julia needed me there. Mark's cock was deep inside her, but as she looked at me I sensed love. It was a quiet, peaceful moment in all the craziness that had been happening, a reminder that she was still my wife. Then, Mark took control and the magic between us faded. He broke contact and instructed her to be on all fours. Mark wanted to take my wife from behind. Julia obediently complied with his wishes. He pushed his cock inside of her again and she articulated an innocent moan. The thrusts were faster and harder, the tenderness of before had been lost. His left hand was on her hip; his right groped and slapped her on the butt. "I always knew you were a great fuck," he openly gloated with a malicious smile in his face. Mark was fucking her hard, manhandling my wife as if she was a slut, his slut. Julia was at his disposal, to satisfy his needs. She was taking his cock with some effort, but also with visible gratification, and her right hand went back on her clit. For a while I witnessed Mark ravishing my wife. It was amazing how, minute after minute, she was handling that big piece of meat. Her face was red and her body sweaty; pleasure was written all over her. A second orgasm was building inside of her, torturing her. The recurring question popped into my head: is he that good? Maybe it was jealousy messing with my head, but I felt incapable to ever give my wife so much pleasure. Finally Julia exploded. Her eyes opened wide and when the moment came, she released all the accumulated tension into an enthusiastic scream. Then she collapsed, his cock slipped out of her and her body dropped on the bed. But Mark wasn't finished... Mark immediately raised her butt and penetrated her again. Julia seemed so tired that no reaction came from her. Then he pumped her again. He only lasted a few more seconds before releasing her and shooting his semen all over her butt and back. "Yes..." she welcomed his sperm with a peaceful smile on her face. Mark dropped on the bed next to Julia. For a while there was silence and nobody moved. I couldn't believe it was over. My wife had been fucked by Mark. Since my arrival to the apartment, an hour and a half had passed. But now that it was over, it all felt so easy and fast. Julia's skin was wet with sweat and sperm. When she got up, the fluids ran along her back and legs. She headed to the bedroom door and, after getting there, she looked back at me as if asking if I wasn't going to join her. I immediately followed her, in silence, to our bedroom. I was still in shock with what I had just witnessed and aroused; I acted like a robot. Julia headed for the bathroom and took a shower. When she came back, she guided me to our bed and we cuddled under the sheets. I was still hard and Julia knew it, but I guess she was too exhausted to give me any kind of attention. The last thing I remember that night was feeling her falling asleep. The day after @ the airport Strangely, the next morning we all behaved as if nothing had happened. I guess we were all mimicking each other's casual behavior. Julia and I needed to talk, but it wasn't the right time yet, maybe after Mark's departure. He had an airplane to catch that morning. We spent the last minutes together in a coffee shop at the airport. Julia said goodbye to him and stayed there, waiting for me as I accompanied Mark to the tram that would take him to his airplane. Our contact was cordial but cool. When I saw him pass the first barrier, I felt relieved. Finally the crazy weekend was over. I walked back to Julia and noticed her from afar, another opportunity to observe her intently. I couldn't believe that that woman, whom I knew so well, had been capable of such obscene behavior. Now, she seemed back to her old self. Julia didn't know that I was observing her. She seemed lost in thought, looking at the void, completely unaware of my imminent return, maybe pondering about what had happened that weekend. Suddenly a good looking stranger, whom was passing by, noticed her and slowed his march to check her out. I could see his eyes scanning her body from feet to head. Probably noticing a presence nearby, Julia raised her head and looked at him. He smiled at her and she timidly smiled him back. Then, the stranger diverted his gaze. As he was walking past her, I could see Julia subtly checking his crotch. This moment felt so dirty... The stranger moved away and my wife returned to her thoughts. And I knew that nothing would be the same between us ever again.