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My Wife's Costume Romp Ch. 01

By: Calvin427



I should explain at once that my thirty-year-old wife and I really, really enjoy fucking one another. In fact, conjugal sex accounts for about ninety-eight percent of our erotic life. The other two percent is what I like to write about, though. Some of this is fairly innocent -- for example when Nancy "accidentally" displays her body to other men while I watch. But some of it involves Nancy letting other men touch her, finger her, and even fuck her while I watch and, sometimes, participate.

When I participate with other guys in sex acts with my wife, however, it is never as her husband. I always pass myself off as just another guy joining in the fun. The reason for this is we don't want other guys to worry that I, the husband, might suddenly fly into a fit of jealousy and attack them. (I'm a fairly imposing physical specimen.) Also, I don't get off on the role of wimpy cuckold -- a husband who enjoys being publicly humiliated by other guys as they fuck his wife and he stands by helpless and intimidated by them.

Since moving into our house in San Francisco, my wife Nancy and I have talked several times about staging some of our sex games there. We discussed her picking up a guy or guys and bringing them home. She was excited by the thought of this but eventually rejected it. 

Despite her recent adventure at the house with a teenager (which wouldn't have occurred except we knew the teenager was moving far away right afterwards), she was hesitant to have a sexual scene in our home with anyone but me.

Anyway, one Sunday morning in November I came up with the idea of Nancy posing as a model for an artist. What if, I asked her, an artist (me) needed a woman to pose with several guys for a series of erotic sketches? As it happens, I'm a competent amateur artist. I've done a number of charcoal drawings of Nancy nude.

Nancy wasn't taken with the idea, though. "You mean posing here at the house? If so, we'd still have the problem of guys knowing where I live and becoming pests any time they got drunk and horny." 

I disposed of her objection: "What if the guys you were posing with didn't know this was your house? What if they thought you lived somewhere else and only came here, like them, to pose for me? What if they also thought modeling was something you were reluctant to do? You know, you're a good girl forced by a bad economy to do bad things to survive. I think it might be even hotter if the artist you're posing for had to prod you to do things you wouldn't normally do."

She didn't respond at first. Then, after giving my idea some thought, she kissed me enthusiastically and exclaimed, "You're an evil genius, Cal. If we start with that premise, I think we might develop something really exciting."

Then we talked more about the artistic project, one which I was actually beginning to be interested in doing. The sketches could be more than just a pretext for a sex game. Specifically, I was planning to imitate William Horgarth's "A Harlot's Progress," except, unlike the eighteenth-century work, my series would be fully sexual. Hogarth's cautionary series, paralleling his "A Rake's Progress," is about a young girl from the country who, after falling into bad company in London, sinks into a life of alcoholism, prostitution, and early death from venereal disease.

I was thinking about doing as many as twenty pastels. All the figures would be dressed, when they were clothed at all, in eighteenth-century costumes. A little later in the day, as we were doing some yard clean-up, Nancy suddenly said, "I think I'm married to a college student -- let's say at San Francisco State -- and out of desperation I'll take virtually any kind of work. I've applied for all kinds of normal jobs, but, damn it, no one is hiring. If I don't bring in some money fast, my husband will have to drop out of college and we'll have to move in with his parents."

It took me a few seconds to figure out what she was talking about. The fact is Nancy and I are both employed, she part-time at an art gallery and I full-time at UC-Berkeley, and we're doing OK financially. Then I got it. She was talking about the role she would assume if she were to pretend to be a reluctant artist's model, someone who (alas!) might get taken advantage of by the artist and other men.

Then she continued: "My husband, though, mustn't find out what I'm doing to make money. He hates it when other guys look at me. The idea of me posing nude with a guy or guys would drive him nuts. And if he knew the kinds of things that might go on while I was posing, he would kill himself and maybe me. I've told him I'm working as a tutor for several children in a wealthy family. The job is confidential. They don't want their friends knowing that their children are slow learners. They pay me cash, under the table, on the condition that I keep silent about what I'm doing for them."

"That's a pretty complicated story, don't you think?" I asked.

"Well, it's just back-story, mainly for my benefit. It's so I can stay consistent in whatever I end up saying or doing. Almost none of it would actually need to get said."

A few minutes later, she said: "I'm thinking about that dress I wore at the Halloween party. Do you think that might do?"

She meant the dress she'd worn to a party, given by a guy I work with in Berkeley, a few weeks earlier. Her costume consisted of a long skirt and a white off-the-shoulders peasant blouse. It was fairly low cut. Over the blouse she wore a lace-up below-the-breasts bodice and an apron. The effect she was after was somewhere between milk maid and beer hall girl. Since she didn't wear a bra under her blouse, and since her breasts are not very large, her cleavage didn't amount to much. But several times at the party, when she bent forward for some reason, she accidentally showed quite a lot of tit.

We had the artist (me) and the female model (Nancy). How would we find men willing to pose with her for the erotic series? I didn't want to advertise for models. They charge way too much and, besides, most of them were probably gay. So where might I find heterosexual males willing to pose with my beautiful blonde wife?

Nancy took this burden off my shoulders by volunteering to recruit the men. She thought we should start with no more than two, and I agreed.

I asked her how she meant to go about it. She thought all it would take was a little role-playing in straight bars. I could go with her and either watch or help her with the process. Also, I could protect her if any guy became too aggressive with her.

So, on a cold Friday evening in November, we headed out looking for likely pick-up bars. Nancy decided not to dress too sexily (she had on tight jeans, boots, and a loose sweater). After all, the story she was selling was that she was an ordinary young wife in a desperate financial situation not a whore. 

We ended up in the Haight-Ashbury District, a part of town neither of us knew much about. Nancy spotted a busy-looking bar on Haight Streeet and went in to check it out while I parked the car a block or so away. I took my time walking back to the bar. I wanted to make sure bar patrons didn't suspect that we were together.

Entering the bar, I saw that the bar held some promise. A large majority of the patrons were males in their twenties or thirties. Two or three of the guys seemed to be throwbacks to the sixties or seventies, when "hippies" temporarily redefined the neighborhood. Nancy, standing at the bar talking to the bartender, was one of six women in the bar and (I gathered after five minutes or so) the only one apparently not half of a couple.

I found a seat at the bar near the front door and looked down the bar to the place where Nancy stood. She had a glass of wine in front of her and the bartender was paying her a lot of attention. Finally, when he saw me and headed my way, she flashed me a smile and walked to an unoccupied table. 

I ordered a beer. As the bartender was getting it for me, I watched Nancy settle down at her table. She made quite a production of taking off her light jacket and leaning way forward, with her lovely ass aimed toward me, to put her purse on the floor. As he took my money, the bartender (a short, stocky guy about forty) noticed that I was looking at her and said: "She's really something, isn't she?"

"Does she come in here much?" I asked.

"Never saw her before. I'd like to make her cum here, though." 

I laughed at his lame joke. It wasn't funny, but, to be honest, I liked it when men talk about my wife lewdly. 

"Me, too," I answered. "She's really got a cute little ass on her, doesn't she?"

He rolled his eyes at me comically and said, "Oh, my brother. That she does."

Then he took off down the bar to deal with another customer. I turned to look at Nancy again and saw that a tall guy with beads around his neck (one of the anachronistic hippies I'd noticed a few minutes earlier) had approached her table and was leaning forward talking to her.

She smiled up at him pleasantly, reached down into her purse, and got what looked like two dollar bills out of it for him. Taking the money, he gave her a deep bow and walked over to the bar.

A panhandler! This was the last thing either of us had anticipated.

Soon another guy approached her, though. He looked about twenty-five and was tall, slender, and fairly handsome. He asked if he could join her and she indicated that he could. He'd brought his drink with him, something mixed. They began chatting, but there was no way for me to tell what they were talking about.

At the bar, I nursed my beer. I looked over at my wife and the guy at her table several times. It appeared to me that he was putting the moves on her, an impression supported by the fact that he almost immediately bought her another glass of wine. 

While the guy was at the bar, Nancy flashed me a sort of ho hum look that said: "Guess what. He wants to fuck me." This was part of what she was looking for, of course, but it wasn't the main thing. The guy was out for ordinary seduction, but would he agree to carry on this seduction while another guy was doing the same thing and in front of a third guy, an artist? I began to realize that she might have a difficult task on her hands.

She continued talking with the tall guy for another twenty minutes or so. There was a lot of touching going on. At one point, he actually put a hand on her thigh. But she wasn't getting what she wanted from him and made an excuse to leave a few minutes later. 

I watched her exit the bar (and so did the disappointed guy she'd been talking to), downed my drink, and left a few minutes later. I delayed leaving the bar to reinforce the idea that we weren't together.

I spotted Nancy about twenty feet away up the sidewalk talking to a guy she seemed to know. I started to walk the other way, but she called out to me: "Hey, Cal! I want you to meet someone from work!"

Unsure of what she was up to, I walked over to her to find out. The guy she was talking to was a small man, about five-six maybe, and rather thin. He had longish hair and an earring in one ear. He seemed young, maybe twenty-two.

"This is Karsten, Cal," she said, introducing us. "He's an art student at the Art Institute and he comes into the gallery where I work quite a lot. Karsten, this is Cal, the artist I'm going to be posing for." 

Karsten shook hands with me. He certainly wasn't a great physical specimen, but he might do.

Nancy said, "I was just telling Karsten that you're looking for several guys to pose with me for your project. Maybe you could explain it to him."

Since it was pretty chilly out in the street, I invited Karsten and my wife to join me in a different bar farther up the street to talk things over. So we sat down at a table while I talked about William Hogarth, the theme of a debauched country girl, and costuming. I explained that while I was good at sketching I'd want to take some photographs as references. So the sessions would be essentially photo shoots. But I assured him that the photos would stay with me; nobody needed to fear their ending up on the internet.

Karsten then asked how erotic I intended the sketches to be. I told him that I didn't want to impose limits, but that I wanted it to be honestly sexual. 

Nancy gave him a more honest answer. She began by stressing that her husband mustn't ever know about the project. She was only willing to do it because she and her husband were desperate for money. "Cal's paying me pretty well," she told him. "He wants realism, so I've agreed to have actual sex if necessary." She managed to blush as she said this.

I then said to Karsten, "I'm afraid I can't pay guys who pose with her much, though. To be honest, just about all my money is going to Nancy. So my offer will probably seem like an insult. But here it is: twenty dollars a session plus all the beer you can drink."

He took a few minutes to digest this. "You're right. That's not much. But I really like Nancy. I'd do it just to help her out, and I think I can find another couple of guys to do it, too."

I loved his choice of words. He and other guys would be willing to "do it." They'd be willing to do the project and (more importantly) they'd be willing to do my incredibly gorgeous wife.

Nancy chatted for a few minutes with Karsten before exchanging cell numbers with him. She then asked him to call her the next day, and walked with me to our car. She'd told him I was giving her a ride home. When he was out of ear-shot, she told me she'd gotten Karsten to promise not to mention her moonlighting as a model to the gallery people she worked with. It was to be their secret. As for her co-workers at the gallery, Nancy told me they knew she was married but didn't know anything about her husband.

As we drove home, Nancy told me that Karsten knew a drag queen who had a huge wardrobe of period costuming for men, including a lot of ruffled shirts and tight pants -- the sort of garments that might look vaguely Hogarthian. Karsten said he thought the guy would lend them to us for a few weeks. 

"So is Karsten gay, too?" I asked.

"I don't think so. Would it make a difference?"

"This might be ignorant prejudice, but I wonder if it might not be dangerous to have sex with a gay or bi-sexual guy," I said.

She gave this some thought then said: "Well it's something to think about. I think I agree with you. When I talk to him, I'll tell him I prefer performing with straight men. But they'll have to wear condoms, whoever or whatever they are."

When we got home, Nancy got out her Halloween costume and modeled it for me. She looked great, I thought. But she was dissatisfied with it. The long skirt didn't look full enough, she thought. She'd have to shop for a petticoat to put under it for a more authentic eighteenth-century appearance.

Then we went to bed. Before we went to sleep, we talked more about the Hogarthian photo shoot. My first idea was to shoot it in the studio cabin in our back yard, but we decided it would be more comfortable to use the living room. 

Then we talked about the progression of sexuality in the series. I said I'd like for there to be a natural flow of events from one session to the next. The first session would probably involve everyone fully dressed. There would be kissing and other foreplay, of course. But fucking would only occur in later.

Damn, I thought to myself, most people would find it very strange for a husband to lie in bed with his wife calmly discussing how other men were going to fuck her.

"I wonder what kind of fucking they did in the 1700s," said Nancy. She had my half-hard cock in her hand, stroking it.

"Haven't you ever read Fanny Hill? I think Fanny did just about everything. And in de Sade's books, they did things we'd never think of doing."

"I don't remember Fanny sucking cocks. Did she?"

"I'm not sure. We'll have to do some research, I guess," I said.

Nancy ducked her head under the covers then and began sucking my cock. This led quickly to fucking. Still with her imagination in the eighteenth century, Nancy (who has a keen sense of humor) kept saying things like "What a prodigious engine you have, Sir!" and "Oh, Sir, please don't spare me!" as we fucked. It was, I think, the first time in my life I had an orgasm while laughing.

I had to go into work on Saturday morning for an emergency team meeting. Nancy said she'd spend the day shopping for costume items. At about 2:00 p.m. she called me at work to say she'd received a call from Karsten. He'd already spoken to several male students at the college. One was definitely interested and another, a married man, was toying with the idea.

She'd asked him if he, too, was interested in posing with her. He seemed a little taken back by her question, she said. Apparently, he thought himself too unattractive to qualify for the fucking part of the project. But she reassured him, telling him she'd be grateful if he'd pose with her.

She asked me when I'd be home. I told her around 5:30. She then asked me if I was ready for a meeting that evening with Karsten and other prospects he might round up. If I was, she'd call him back and give him a time to come to the house. I suggested 8:00 p.m. and she agreed.

Finishing up at work, I thought a lot about the meeting that would take place that evening. How many guys would show up? Would they be physically attractive enough to interest Nancy? Karsten sure wasn't much, but she was apparently willing to fuck him because she thought he was a nice guy. But would a roomful of nerdy-looking guys make the project worthwhile?

I got home a little after 5:00 o'clock. Nancy greeted me at the door with a big kiss. She said she had more news for me. Karsten had lined up three other guys. She'd asked him for heterosexuals. So he'd found one guy who was married and, he said, didn't normally fool around. The other two guys was single and quite straight.

So it looked like there would be four guys, Nancy, and I at the meeting. I checked the refrigerator and the laundry room (which doubles as a pantry) and saw that we were a little low on beer. While Nancy fixed dinner for us, I went to the grocery story and bought a couple of 12-packs.

Actual sex wasn't on the schedule at tonight's meeting, but Nancy decided to dress provocatively to heighten the guys' interest in the project. She put on one of her shorter skirts and a low-cut white sweater. She looked so good that I had to give her a big hug. As I did, I ran my hands up under her skirt and learned that she was wearing panties, a pair of ordinary cotton ones.

"I don't want to get them too excited," she explained. "A good wife like me wouldn't want to let strangers see everything. At least, not at first."

Karsten was the first to arrive at about 7:45. Nancy made a point of laying her coat on the back of the couch to make it look like she was just a visitor. I got him a beer and the three of us chatted in the living room for a few minutes. He said he thought the three other guys would be coming together. Then he took Nancy aside and said something to her I wasn't meant to hear.

The three others arrived fashionably late at about 8:10. I opened the door for them and at first they seemed reluctant to come in. Then, from behind me, Karsten greeted them. "This is the right place. Come on in," he said.

They filed into the living room, where Nancy sat on the couch with her bare legs beautifully on display. I was relieved to see that the guys were way better looking than Karsten. Two of them seemed actually handsome. I had them sit down and fetched beers from the kitchen. Nancy asked me if I could bring her a glass of wine. When I returned with the drinks, Karsten introduced the three guys to Nancy and me.

The least handsome of them introduced himself first. He was a swarthy, villainous-looking guy named Gil and he had an accent I couldn't place. He explained that he was from Israel and that he'd been in the country for only three years. He was mainly interested in something called contemporary media. He was so hairy that he looked like he needed to shave every three hours or so. A tuft of dark chest hair poked up above his shirt. I asked him about his sex life and he told me he'd been in a monogamous relationship with a woman for about a year. He then volunteered that he wanted out of it.


My Wife's Costume Romp Ch. 01



Adrian was the most conventionally handsome of the three. He was tall (at least six-foot-three) blond, and well built. If he'd been a student at a regular college, the football coach would've surely recruited him. I asked him straight out if he was heterosexual and he answered that he was. He didn't seem defensive; he said this matter-of-factly. He said he'd modeled before, but it had been a few years earlier when he was a teenager. He volunteered that he was pretty active sexually. But he said he always wore condoms and that his partners were conscientious about avoiding STDs.

The other handsome guy, Vince, was slender, red-headed, and had a well-trimmed beard. He was married, he said, and he definitely didn't want his wife to find out he was involved in an erotic art project. He was drawn to it because it was "something different." He was a painter.

Finally, Nancy introduced herself. Seemingly self-conscious, she gave an abbreviated version of the wife-desperate-for-money story. Working part-time at the art gallery, she said, wasn't bringing in enough money. She was reluctant to accept my offer to pose for such an extreme project. She did, though, so here she was.

I then talked to the four of them about what I expected. I told them honestly that the part of the project they were involved in amounted to pornography. They didn't object. How could they, considering the tasty female morsel, my adorable wife, sitting right in front of them? 

Karsten repeated what he'd told Nancy earlier -- that his drag-queen friend could help with male costumes. They wouldn't be strictly eighteenth century, but the frilly shirts and short, tight pants he had might look Hogarthian enough. His friend also said he could scrape together a few wigs for us. I assured him that the costumes didn't really need to be entirely accurate. They merely had to suggest the period I was after. I'd alter them later using Hogarth as a reference.

Then, as the guys and I downed several beers and Nancy had two glasses of wine, we talked about a number of things, including scheduling the sessions. It was agreed that the five of us would meet on two, possibly three, Wednesday evenings, starting on the coming Wednesday, at 7:00 p.m. We'd have to finish each session by about 9:30, said Nancy, because her husband expected her home by around 10:00 p.m.

We ended the planning meeting at about 9:30. I told the guys I had to drive Nancy home, so they wasted no time in leaving. Vince, in whose car Gil and Adrian had arrived, offered Karsten a ride home. As Nancy and I walked to our car, we watched the four of them drive away. Just for appearances (to underscore the idea that Nancy didn't live here), I drove Nancy to a neighborhood bar where we had a drink together and discussed what had just happened.

Nancy was a little perplexed. "It was weird talking to these guys about the project as though we were planning a garden party. I mean, you mentioned that this was basically porn. None of them seemed to want to talk about it, though."

"But they're artists, too," I answered. "They want to fuck you, but they want to do it with class. Art is a pretext, of course, but it's still interesting to them at some level."

I changed the subject slightly. "What did you think of them? Do you think you'll have a good time with them or is it going to be a chore?"

"Adrian is really hot, I think. He might be, uh, special. Vince and Karsten will be OK. So will Gil, I guess. He's not bad really looking even if he's sort of creepy."

Sitting in the bar talking to my beautiful wife about other guys fucking her got us both aroused. When we got home, we went immediately to bed, where Nancy sucked my cock until I came in her mouth. 

Then (to punish me for my evil thoughts about her, she said) she sat on my face for almost ten minutes while, half smothered, I ate her cunt. She began this face-sitting (something we'd never done before) as a joke, but soon she achieved a rather loud orgasm.



My Wife's Costume Romp Ch. 02



Between the planning meeting on Saturday and the first photo session Wednesday evening there was quite a lot to do. Nancy located some vintage women's clothing items including several linen petticoats, a pair of garters, and a lace cap that looked like something the female servants wore in "Upstairs, Downstairs." I asked her about the anachronistic cap and she told me it was the best she could do. I'd just have to adapt it in my drawings. 

She also bought a pair of somewhat sheer white stockings. They weren't authentically eighteenth century, either, but they would do. 

On Tuesday when I got home from work, Nancy modeled the complete costume for me. She looked wonderfully young and innocent. The only suggestion I made was that she find a lower cut top. And I asked her to loosen her bodice so the top of the blouse would fall open more easily. In the first session, I told her to expect quite a lot of inappropriate touching, including at least some tit-grabbing.

"Nasty man!" said Nancy. "Are you going to have the poor country girl ravished immediately?"

"Not immediately. But she gets compromised pretty early on. You know, a lot of sexual horse-play used to go on in the taverns."

Karsten called a little later. He said Gil, the Israeli student, wouldn't be able to make it for some reason. But Adrian, Glen, and he would be there. And they'd borrowed costumes, including wigs, that were more or less authentic. I asked him if Gil was dropping out of the project and Karsten said he wasn't.

I left work early on Wednesday and got home before my wife did. I gave the house a quick going over to make it appear that I lived there alone. This meant stashing a lot of Nancy's stuff until after the photo shoot. We'd be working (if that's the right word) in the living room tonight. So I moved things out of the center of the room to make a little more space. I laid Nancy's costume on the couch. I'd tell the guys that she had to store her costume at my house.

When Nancy got home at about 4:30, I showed her what I'd done. She volunteered to leave the house for a while at around 6:00 o'clock so that she wouldn't be the first project team member to arrive for the 7:00 o'clock session. 

So, after a quick dinner of left-overs, I drove my wife to a neighborhood bar. I told her I'd come back for her after the guys arrived. I watched her enter the bar (looking very sexy in a long coat over her tight jeans and a semi-transparent top under her light jacket) and drove off.

Promptly at 7:00 p.m., Adrian, Glen, and Karsten arrived. They were in their street clothes. Karsten, who seemed to have fallen into the role of stage manager, carried a box containing their costumes. As soon as I let them in, I told them I had to pick up Nancy and that I'd be back in about fifteen minutes. They said they'd change into their costumes while I was gone.

I asked them to get a twelve-pack of beer out of the refrigerator. They might as well get into the spirit of tavern decadence by having a few.

Then I called Nancy to tell her I was on my way to the bar. That was good, she said, because an obnoxious guy was trying to pick her up. I asked her if she wanted me to defend her honor. She just laughed and said "What honor?" She'd be waiting for me outside.

On the way back to the house, she asked me what I expected in tonight's session. Would she just get felt up or would it go further? I asked her just to go along with whatever happened. The truth was that I wasn't completely sure what would develop. Uncertainty was part of the thrill for me.

And the usual self-doubts came upon me. What was I getting my wife into? What sort of a husband was I, anyway? Had I actually bought into the rationalization that this would be some sort of art and that it would have, therefore, some value beyond sexual gratification?

I put these moralistic thoughts out of my mind as soon as we arrived back at the house. Once inside with Nancy and the three guys, I fell immediately into the role of serious-artist- daring-to-push-the-envelope-of-eroticism. I told them that the project might be considered pornography in the service of art. But it was pornography nonetheless. None of them objected or seemed at all disturbed by my candor.

The guys looked pretty authentic in their costumes, and I congratulated Karsten on his success in finding them. We all stood around in the living room admiring the costumes and drinking beer for a while. Then I ordered Nancy to get out of her street clothes and into her costume. She said she was a little self-conscious and asked me to bring her a glass of wine to relax her. 

When I got back to the living room with Nancy's wine, I was pleasantly surprised to see that she'd begun changing clothes in the living room in full view of the three guys. She was topless. In fact she'd stripped all the way down to her white cotton panties and was sitting on the couch next to her costume pulling on her stockings. 

I handed her the glass of wine and said, "Wow, Nancy. I'm glad I was able to hire you. You're really gorgeous. You're not exactly a buxom barmaid, but you've got really nice tits." Then I turned to the guys and asked, "Don't you think so?"

All three agreed. But Glen corrected me: "She's got a really nice body. She's got great muscle tone and there's hardly an ounce of flab on her. She'll be really interesting to draw."

And to fuck. I knew he had to be thinking that.

With her stockings on (they went up to the middle of her thighs), Nancy stood up and put on her blouse. Then, dressed somewhat more decently and looking somewhat relieved, she sat back down and took some sips from her glass of wine.

"You won't believe what a step it was for me to get naked in front of you guys. The three glasses of wine I had before I came here helped some," she said. "But even with the wine, until now I wasn't sure I could do it."

But I wasn't congratulatory. "Well, Nancy, you're not all the way naked. For one thing, you'll need to get out of those panties. Girls of your class didn't wear them in the eighteenth century."

She smiled up at me. "You mean now? Before I get into my petticoats?"

"You might as well," I answered. "We're all going to see you down there anyway. You might as well get it over with." Damn! Was I really ordering my wife to expose her cunt to three male strangers? To distract myself from the shame of this, I turned on the cable TV to a classical music channel.

Blushing, she stood up, pulled her panties down, and stepped out of them. Looking at the floor, as though too shy to meet our eyes, she stood quite still in front of the couch for several seconds.

"What a relief that is," I exclaimed over a Rossini piano piece. "You've got a nice little patch of pubic hair. I was afraid you'd be one of those close shavers. Women didn't shave their pubes in the eighteenth century."

I glanced over at the other guys, whose attention I'd drawn my wife's reddish-blonde cunt hair. Since they were art students, they were probably accustomed to looking at nudes. Still, it turned me on to see guys I hardly knew looking at what only a doctor or I should be able to see.

She finally turned her back to the guys and me and reached down to pick up one of her petticoats. She had her legs pretty close together, so we couldn't see her crotch. But what a great view of that lovely ass of hers! I was incredibly proud to have a wife with such perfect thighs and high, well-shaped ass cheeks. It would almost have been worth it to reveal to them that I was her husband. I knew how much they'd envy me. 

She finally stepped into the inner petticoat and pulled it up to her waist. It was mid-calf in length. Then she put on the outer petticoat that came down to her ankles. "I don't think I need to wear an outer skirt," she announced. "I found an internet site that said lower-class ladies often wore several petticoats instead of an outer skirt. I get a pretty good flare from these two, don't you think?"

I told her they looked fine to me. 

She then got Karsten to lace her bodice for her. Finally, she put on a pair of pointed slippers, her cap, and her apron to complete the country girl look. All that remained to be put on were the frilly garters lying on the couch next to her.

"I'll put those on last. First, I have to go somewhere to refresh my make-up."

I told her to go through the kitchen and use the bathroom in the guest room. Purse in hand, she walked out of the living room. I then asked the guys to help me carry the kitchen table into the living room. It would be a useful prop in hinting at a tavern setting. Picking up the table to carry it out of the kitchen, we could see Nancy in the bathroom applying her make-up. I wondered what she was thinking. Was she getting excited thinking about what migh happen to her in the next hour? 

Back in the living room after applying her make-up, Nancy sat down on the couch to put on her garters. The darling tart pulled her skirts up high to expose her lovely thighs to us as she did this. Then she stood up and waited with the guys for instructions. 

First I took individual shots of the three guys and my wife. Then, after several more beers (and more trips to the bathroom just off the kitchen), I had the three guys pose in a manner suggesting drunkenness on the couch and several chairs around the table we'd moved into the living room. According to our loose script, Nancy was to be their serving wench, a job she'd taken just after arriving from the country.

I'd forgotten the glasses and empty bottles of wine, so I quickly went into the kitchen and got them. Fortunately, the shape of wine bottles hasn't changed much in two-hundred years, so the ones we had on hand that we'd bought at the local supermarket would serve the purpose. I'd decided to use empty bottles because I didn't want to spill wine on the costumes.

I told them that I wanted some shots of Nancy bending forward over the table pouring imaginary wine into their glasses. I wanted the guys to leer down the front of her blouse as she did this. But before posing my wife, I went over to her and undid another button of her blouse -- she'd already unbuttoned the top one. Then, rather roughly, I tugged the top of the blouse away from her body so that there would be maximum exposure.

Standing a little precariously on the couch behind Adrian, I took two shots over his shoulder of his view down Nancy's front as she leaned forward to pour wine into his glass. Both breasts were mostly exposed, but I wasn't satisfied. So I asked Adrian, the large muscular guy, to reach forward with his left hand and pull the blouse wider open. As he did this, Nancy managed to register surprise, shock, and bewilderment. But she didn't move his hand away and her left breast came fully into view. I took several shots of this. 

"That's great, Nancy," I said. "This libertine is taking horrible liberties with you, but you don't want to make a mess with the wine so you continue pouring as though nothing is amiss."

Then, after a short break, I asked Adrian and Nancy to repeat the breast-exposure pose while Glen and Karsten moved over next to him to share the view. I backed off a few feet to get a few shots of the backs of their wigged heads as they leaned forward to look my wife's fully exposed left breast and most of her right breast. I tried to remain objective as I took the photos, but it seemed to me that her left nipple, pink and erect, never invited kissing and sucking more than now.

Then I asked Nancy to straighten up, clutch a hand to the top of her blouse, and look at least mildly outraged. She began to laugh and it was a few minutes before she could get into character for the shot.

"Remember," I said, "you're in terrible financial straits and you don't want to lose your job. So maybe 'outrage' isn't the right word. Try for hurt and dismayed."

Still stifling laughter, Nancy managed to look wide-eyed and slightly frightened. A took a couple of close-ups of her face.

Then we relaxed a few minutes to consider the next scene. I decided it was time to loosen up the country girl. 

I told everyone to relax a minute while I explained the scene: "The idea is that, at first, the girl is reluctant to drink wine with the patrons. But she's got no choice. So, to begin with, Adrian has to force the wine on her. Finally, accepting the situation, she drinks it voluntarily. As she drinks more, the fact that she's sort of trapped on this guy's lap becomes increasingly acceptable to her."

"So, do you want us to act this out for a while to make it look like she gradually gives in to me?" asked Adrian.

"Not in real time, of course," I answered. "But I'd like to see a progression over, say, the next ten minutes."

"What should we do while meanwhile?" asked Karsten.

"I'd like you guys to lean in from either side of where they're sitting and watch expectantly. You've seen Adrian the libertine in action before. You're really looking forward to seeing how successful he'll be with this particular wench."

So the scene began. Nancy sat on Adrian's lap as he held her in place with his left arm. Using his right hand, he pressed the empty wine glass against her lips. As I took a series of about ten photos, she went from grimacing and offering mild resistance to taking the glass in her hands and thirstily drinking from it. At this point, as Nancy seemed most oblivious, Adrian began caressing both of her breasts through her blouse. 

It was then, too, that Glen became more than a spectator. He lifted up Nancy's skirts and placed a hand on her right thigh just above the garter. Karsten was content to leer at her from where he sat.

We took another short break while I talked to my models, who were quickly becoming full-blown actors. What, I wondered out loud, would cause the country girl to become so easily compliant with the wishes of the libertine? The best explanation, I suggested, was that he'd put something in her wine. He'd drugged her. He'd given her the eighteenth century equivalent of a date-rape drug.

I needed a shot of Adrian administering the drug, so I ran upstairs and got a small bottle of eye-drops from my bedside cabinet. It was a nearly empty, so I emptied it in the upstairs bathroom basin and filled it with water. I then brought it down to the living room and handed it to Adrian. I asked him to look furtive as he poured the "drug" into a wine glass intended for Nancy. 

He did exactly as asked and I got a nearly perfect shot.

Then, since it was getting close to 9:30, we set up for the final scene of the session. This involved Nancy pretending to be unconscious and helpless. I suggested that we stage the scene as though the guys had picked her up, when she passed out, and laid her out on the table. I explained that this would be the first graphically sexual scene in the series and asked Nancy if she was ready for it.

"I guess so," she answered. "But I didn't think we'd go all the way to intercourse tonight. And you know I'm not willing to do that without protection. The guys need condoms." 

Suddenly she seemed to be bothered by something. "You know, I've never been unfaithful to my husband," she said. "He's the only man I've ever had sex with except for a high school boyfriend, who was a big mistake. I love my husband. If things weren't so difficult financially, I'd never be doing this."

I decided to say something insensitive. "That gives you something in common with the poor girl you're playing, doesn't it? We can do without the fucking tonight. But I'd like some shots of the guys taking liberties with your body. That means touching, fingering, licking, and so forth. You're OK with that, aren't you?"

She looked at me semi-angrily for effect. Then, pretending to be deeply conflicted, she nodded that she was ready.

I explained the scene further. "Adrian the libertine is basically showing off his drugged conquest to his drinking companions and allowing them to enjoy her too. He's not a very nice person. But his buddies Glen and Karsten aren't much nicer, I'm afraid."

We moved the table more to the center of the living room and Adrian lifted Nancy up on it. She sat on the end of it looking at me expectantly. I put down the camera and walked over to her. I quickly unlaced her bodice and pulled her blouse open as far as I could. Then I pushed her back so that she lay with her head at one end of the table and her legs dangled over the other.

"Your job for now," I said to her, "is just to lie there pretending to be unconscious while the guys commit minor outrages on your body."

She laughed, as though nervously, and said she'd try to keep still. Then she said, "It's getting late, though. My husband expects me home in the next hour or so. Can we get this over with fast?"

I picked up my camera again and said, "OK, guys. Just improvise. You're decadent rogues and there's a helpless girl passed out on a table in a back room of a tavern. Short of fucking her, what will you do? But, remember. Whatever you do, try to give me a good camera angle."

Saying this, I felt my cock beginning to stiffen in my trousers. What the fuck was I doing? Was I really asking guys I hardly knew to manhandle my beautiful wife while I stood by taking photos? At some level, this was totally unacceptable to me. I felt enormous guilt and shame. But I was beginning to actually shake with excitement and my cock was now definitely erect! As usual in our sex games, morality and sexual arousal competed fiercely within me.

Karsten and Glen took up positions at either side of Nancy's head (from where I was standing, the far end of the table) and Adrian stood in front of me at the near end of the table. Karsten reached down and, in a single motion, pulled her blouse down far enough to completely bare both of her breasts. Then, as I moved past Adrian to get a closer shot, Glen and Karsten began fondling her breasts.

"That's right," I said. "Play with those pretty tits like that. See if you can make her nipples even harder."

Karsten was gently pinching Nancy's beautiful right nipple and Glen was doing the same thing with her left nipple. Then, a few seconds later, Glen leaned forward and began sucking her nipple and Nancy responded with an almost inaudible moan.

Glen's wig fell off just then. He looked up at me and I told him never mind. Just go on without it. He resumed kneading her left breast and sucking its nipple, which now stood up a good three-eighths of an inch.

Nancy lay with her head rolled to one side and her eyes closed. She held the position as she said, "That's nice, but please don't suck me too hard. I don't want my husband to see any suspicious marks on my body."

Karsten then began sucking and licking her right nipple. I took some close-ups of his tongue and lips working. He was very adept. When he used the tip of his tongue to lash her very erect saliva-covered nipple rapidly back and forth, I wished I'd thought to use a video camera. And when Nancy began whispering to both guys, "Oh, that's feeling good. My husband never does that to me," I wished I could've recorded her encouraging words.

Then I noticed that Adrian had removed my wife's shoes and pulled her petticoats all the way up to expose her legs completely. Then, as I moved behind and slightly to the right side of him, he bent up her legs, naked except for her white stockings and garters, so that her knees were spread and aimed up in the air. Her feet were planted near the end of the table. She looked like a woman about to receive a gynecological exam.

Which was sort of what it became. I aimed the camera over his shoulder and took a shot of her cunt. Her clitoris peaked out of its hood and her cunt lips looked like delicate pink blossoms. Adrian just looked at her cunt for a few seconds. Then he leaned forward and, using both hands, spread her cunt lips apart. I took several close-up shots of him opening the lips then releasing them and watching them come back together. 




My Wife's Costume Romp Ch. 02



At this point, there was no use hiding my hard-on. The others would probably have them soon, too.

"She's tight but no virgin, methinks," said Adrian, who was now sliding his right index finger slowly in and out of my wife's vagina. He was obviously getting into the role of principal rake. "The stable boy must've gotten at her. Come here, Glen, and see what I mean."

Nancy, still maintaining her position, was beginning to breathe hard. As Adrian continued sliding his finger in and out of her, her whole upper body began heaving and she started to make a tiny whimpering sound.

Leaving Karsten alone with Nancy's breasts, Glen walked down the table to see what Adrian was doing between my wife's legs. I noticed that he was sporting a very substantial erection in his tight britches. It didn't look like he was wearing underwear. Adrian, meanwhile, had begun finger-fucking my wife more rapidly. I took five or six close shots of this.

I backed up slightly to let Glen lean in next to Adrian to get a better view. "Damn! That's really a nice pussy," said Glen. "Can I have a turn?" Adrian withdrew his finger, straightened up, and brought his finger up to his lips. I took a photo of him licking it.

He smiled at me and whispered, "Umm. Nothing better than married pussy." For reasons only a psychoanalyst would understand, I almost came in my pants when he said that. 

Glen, meanwhile, had replaced Adrian between Nancy's legs and began immediately playing with her clitoris. He moistened his right index finger with his saliva and pressed it against her clitoris for several seconds. Then, very gently, he pinched and rolled it between and index finger and his thumb of his right hand. Nancy jerked and let out a little groan as he did this. He did this for only a few seconds before he suddenly leaned forward, lifted up her lower body so that her thighs rested on his shoulders, and lowered his mouth to her cunt.

She winced and said, "Oh, no."

But this didn't deter him. I took several shots of the back of his wigless head. Finally, he pulled his face away long enough for me to shoot Nancy's soaking-wet cunt. She managed to stay still and quiet, but all the manipulation and cunnilingus had caused her cunt lips to swell slightly and turn a darker pink. Then he lowered his mouth to her cunt again and resumed eating her.

I'd never seen Nancy eaten by a man with a beard and moustache before. His beard, I'd noticed when he pulled away from her cunt briefly, was as wet as her pubic hair. 

After a minute or so of this, it was obvious that Nancy was no longer able to keep still. Groaning louder and louder, she was soon pushing her cunt up to meet Glen's mouth. I stepped back and took several wider shots of Glen with his face buried between her thighs and little Karsten at the other end of the table caressing her breasts. 

Adrian, meanwhile, was standing just to the side of Glen watching him eat my wife. Then he undid the tight pants that Karsten had provided him. He was turned slightly away from me, so I couldn't see exactly what he was doing. But when he turned sideways to me I saw that he had released a very erect cock from his pants. And what a cock it was! It was one of the thickest and longest I'd ever seen, and as he stood there stroking it in his right hand I had him hold still for a quick photo.

I reminded him then (as my wife began whimpering and thrashing about on the table) to remember that Nancy wasn't to be actually fucked tonight. He looked slightly at a loss until I told him it would probably be all right for him to put his cock in her mouth. Gripping his cock firmly, he walked to the end of the table where Karsten still stood manipulating Nancy's breasts. The little man backed away to let his large, handsome friend have access to her face.

Just as he brought the end of his cock, which seemed to have grown even larger, close to my wife's face, Nancy opened her eyes, gasped loudly, and began a long and vocal ("Oh! Oh! Oh, fuck, yes!") orgasm. As she climaxed from what Glen was doing to her cunt with his mouth, she rolled her head back and forth. This caused her cap to fall off her head and on to the floor. It also made it hard for poor Adrian to bring his cock into contact with her mouth.

Glen, wiping his mouth and beard with the back of his hand, stood watching him trying get make genital-oral contact with Nancy. He grinned widely and said, "Are you sure she can take that big thing of yours in her mouth?"

But as her orgasm subsided and she rested her head so that she was facing me, Adrian quickly pressed his left hand down on her head to steady it and pressed the large bulbous head of his cock against her lips.

She had closed her eyes again, but feeling Adrian's cock against her lips, she opened both her eyes and her lips. Maybe two seconds later I got a wonderful close-up shot of this tall, handsome guy pushing just the crown of his oversized cock into my wife's mouth. Nancy, either for the pose or because she really felt it, had again closed her eyes in apparent ecstasy. He held his cock in her mouth for twenty seconds or so during which time I noticed, by looking closely at her cheeks, that she was rapidly lashing the crown of his cock with her tongue.

I knew how wonderful that felt because she often did this to my rather smaller cock. 

Then, opening her eyes suddenly, she abruptly pulled her mouth away from Adrian's cock. "Oh, God," she said. "I've got to get home, you guys! My husband is expecting me right now."

"Where does he think you are?" I asked devilishly. "He can't know you're posing for these kinds of photos."

Nancy sat up on the side of the table with an annoyed look on her face. "I told you. Don't you remember? He thinks I'm tutoring some kids."

Adrian and Glen were pulling off their pants. At first, I wondered if they planned to fuck my wife right then and there, regardless of what she'd said. Adrian turned to me and offered an explanation: "It's really hard wearing these silly pants when you have a hard-on. I've got to get dressed in my own clothes."

"Me too," said Glen. He also had a hard-on problem, though a smaller one than Adrian had. 

Karsten began stripping out of his costume, too. I didn't look closely, but it didn't look like he had an erection. Hadn't he been aroused? I wondered if he was perhaps gay or sexless. It didn't really matter, of course, so long as we had some assurance that he was disease-free.

A few minutes later, the guys retrieved their street clothes and got into them at one end on the living room as Nancy did the same thing at the other end. Considering what had just happened, gender-divided dressing areas seemed a little silly.

I reminded them that, for the next session, they needed to pin their wigs on firmly. Then I reminded Nancy that she had to pin her cap on more firmly, too. We shouldn't have wigs and caps falling off the way they had tonight.

As soon as they were dressed, Adrian, Glen, and Karsten took off. Thinking I had to drive Nancy home to her husband, they didn't want to delay our departure. But before they left we agreed on the next session which would be the following Wednesday, again at 8:00 o'clock. 

Just as he was about to go out the door, I took Adrian aside and got his cell phone number. I told him I'd like to talk to him about a special session sometime before next Wednesday that wouldn't involve the other guys. I asked him if he was interested and he said he was. He also agreed not to mention it to his friends.



My Wife's Costume Romp Ch. 03



I called Adrian from work the next morning, Thursday, at around 10:00 o'clock. I asked him if we could fit in a special photo session involving only Nancy and him sometime before the regular Wednesday night session. He said he'd be happy to do it and suggested coming by the house on Saturday afternoon.

Then I called Nancy at the art gallery. She said Saturday wouldn't work for her because she just realized she was getting her period. The photo shoot would have to wait until she was done. I asked her when she thought this would be. Monday for sure, she thought. Maybe even Sunday.

I called Adrian back and explained the problem. He said he could be free on Monday evening, so we scheduled his one-on-one session with my wife for 7:00 p.m. I told him I was having dinner with her that night. Would he like to join us at about 6:00 o'clock? He said yes and agreed to meet us at a Chinese restaurant near our house.

Over the weekend, waiting for Monday evening, Nancy and I went over the photos I'd taken of her during the Wednesday shoot. She was impressed with how surprisingly authentic the costuming was. She especially liked the broad shot I took of Glen eating her cunt while Karsten caressed her breasts. It was the highlight of the shoot, as far as she was concerned. She thought the photo of Adrian's cock in her mouth looked more like comedy than sex. 

"It doesn't look quite real, somehow," she said. "I know it is real, but, I don't know, I guess it's just the size of the thing." 

I had to ask: "Do you think it's too big? Would you mind him fucking you?"

"If he takes his time, it should be all right. And I'll have to use a lot of gel."

Since Nancy was having her period most of the weekend, we didn't have regular intercourse. She sucked my cock several times, though, and, on Saturday night, I had anal sex with her. Afterwards I asked her if she'd let an eighteenth-century rogue ass-fuck her.

"Not Adrian," she answered, laughing. "At least, not unless I get so turned on I'm temporarily out of my mind."

"Do you think it would hurt?"

"I don't know," she answered. "I'm not even totally confident about taking that big thing into my vagina. But we'll see."

We had an early run around the neighborhood and a shower before going to our jobs on Monday morning. I've gained about ten pounds in the past year and I'm trying to firm up some. Nancy's already firm and wants to keep that way. 

I called her at the gallery from work at noon. She was eating a take-out lunch at her desk. She mentioned that Karsten had dropped by to chat and that she felt disloyal to him for not mentioning what she and Adrian would be doing that evening.

I felt like giving her a hard time, so I asked innocently, "Oh? And what exactly are you and Adrian going to be doing later tonight?"

She laughed and said Adrian and she were going to have dinner with me, of course. Then she rang off.

I got home at about 5:30. Nancy had just arrived and was trying to decide whether or not to change clothes. She was wearing her usual work outfit, a long skirt and a blouse under a long coat. "After dinner I'll be coming back here and getting into costume," she said. "So I guess there's no need to change."

"Well, I guess you'll be in your costume to start off with. But for a lot of the session you and Adrian will be pretty much naked. Of course, he'll keep his wig on and you'll wear your cap to signal the difference in social class, the power imbalance." 

"Good grief!" Nancy exclaimed with mock seriousness. "We're not just doing art. We're doing social commentary! We've come a long way from ordinary fucking, haven't we?" We both laughed more than we should've at this little joke. I think our laughter was masking underlying nervousness about what would happen after dinner.

When we got to the Chinese restaurant, Adrian was already there. For some reason (nerves?), I wasn't very hungry, but Nancy had a good appetite and so did Adrian. As we ate we talked about everything but the photo shoot. I learned that Adrian had good politics and that he was on the verge of dropping out of art school and going to work for an architect.

We also talked briefly about what had happened in the first photo shoot. Nancy confided in us that she'd been self-conscious about having been brought to orgasm in front of other people so quickly. "With my husband," she half-whispered to both of us, "I sometimes have trouble having one. But this guy I don't even know – Glen, isn't it? – when he got between my legs I was almost immediately gone!"

Neither of us said anything for a while, and my wonderfully inventive wife continued: "The fact is for years I was very, very orgasmic. It's only recently that, you know, I've had trouble. I think it might have something to do with our financial troubles."

This conversation point certainly concentrated Adrian's attention. He began looking at my wife as though he wanted to have her for dessert (which, in a sense, we all knew he would). Since he believed she was merely a model working for me, he had no reason to suspect that his attentions to her would make me jealous. And my feelings about his leering at her weren't just jealousy, though there was some of that. They were an odd mixture of pride, lust, jealousy, self-disgust, self-congratulations, and eerie detachment (as though I wasn't really sitting there in the restaurant).

As we left the restaurant, Adrian asked Nancy to ride with him in his car. He said he wasn't sure he remembered where I lived and she could help him find the house. Flashing me a big smile, she agreed to go in his car. I drove straight home and had to wait about ten minutes for them to get there.

(She told me later that he'd invited her to his apartment later that night. When she told him she was happily married, despite what she was doing to make money, he didn't seem to believe her. He said he'd be waiting for her whenever she'd had enough of her husband.) 

Anyway, back at the house we had several glasses of wine as Adrian and Nancy changed, in full view of one another, out of their street clothes and into their costumes. I explained the simple plot of tonight's session. Adrian the libertine succeeds in getting the innocent country girl into bed. It's the girl's first concentual sexual experience, though we can suppose she's been groped and even penetrated against her will by country bumpkins before. And, of course, Adrian and the other roués had taken advantage of her while she was drugged and unconscious. 

I led them upstairs (Nancy pretending never to have been there, of course) and, indicating the king-sized bed, told them this is where they would perform. I then turned on both bedside lamps and turned off the overhead light for less glaring illumination. 

"For the first part of the session," I said, "I want the libertine and the girl sitting on the side of the bed. He kisses her and feels her up. Gradually, she yields to him and he slowly gets her out of her clothing. I think it would a nice touch, though, if she could keep her stockings on."

"So, how long should this fooling around and undressing take?" asked Adrian.

"I don't know exactly. Fifteen minutes maybe. But make it a natural progression. Since you're supposed to be pretty aggressive and there won't be any real resistance from the girl, it shouldn't take too long."

So, as I readied my still camera, Adrian sat down on the bed next to my wife. He removed his shoes before straightening up, drawing her to him, and kissing her. It was a tentative kiss, not at all passionate. But, in a matter of seconds, the kissing became more intense and Adrian began manipulating Nancy's breasts through her top. 

As I took several close-up shots, Adrian and Nancy did a good job of ignoring me. In fact, Nancy has told me several times that she often gets so involved in her scenes with other men that she forgets I'm watching.

After a few minutes of necking, Adrian stopped kissing Nancy and began undoing the laces on her bodice. He was pretty clumsy at it, so Nancy brushed his hands away and undid them herself. Then she threw it on the floor. Adrian immediately pulled her white blouse over her head and threw it on the floor, too. Still sitting side by side on the bed, Nancy naked above the waist, they resumed kissing one another. 

As they kissed, Adrian had his left arm behind her back. This left his right hand free, and he used it to fondle Nancy's naked breasts. I took several nice shots of Adrian deep-kissing my wife as he rolled her left nipple between his thumb and index finger. Gasping, she broke the kiss and said softly, "Oh, Adrian."

That was all she said: "Oh Adrian." But there was something about the way she said it -- so submissively and artlessly -- that was either very good acting or genuine. It (the "Oh Adrian") seemed to have an effect on him, too. For he immediately stood up and stripped out of his tight pants. Nancy, still sitting topless on the side of the bed, watched intently as his cock, partially erect, flopped into view.

I took a broader shot of my wife, looking very cute in her servant's cap, glancing up a little apprehensively at this absurdly well-built man, who was wearing only a ruffled shirt and a wig. I asked him to remain standing a bit while I took a couple of shots of him. I noticed that his cock, hanging down semi-flaccid, was almost as long as mine is when it's fully erect. 

'OK," I said, "go back to the seduction." I almost choked on my own words. Damn it, I thought to myself. Why couldn't Karsten have found a more normal-sized guy?

Adrian then bent down and picked Nancy up in his very powerful arms. He stood by the bed holding her as she threw her arms around his neck and gazed at him fondly. I took a shot of this. I was struck by how much it looked like a cover of a Harlequin Romance.

He gently laid my wife on the bed with her head on one of the pillows. Then he crawled over her body and pulled her into his arms again. Soon, she topless and he bottomless, they were kissing passionately and rolling around on the bed. When they finally broke their embrace, Adrian again placed Nancy on her back. 

He whispered something to her I didn't quite hear then slowly kissed his way down her neck to her breasts. After pausing briefly to admire them, he began using his right hand and his mouth on them. Slowly and almost lazily, he began teasing her nipples. I brought the camera in close and got a series of very intimate photos of Adrian enjoying my wife's very erect left nipple -- pinching it gently, kissing it, sucking it, biting it gently, and even nuzzling it with his nose. Then, again taking his time, he did the same things to her right nipple.

Photographing this nipple play, I felt my cock growing in my pants. As Adrian, lying with his lower body flat against the bed next to Nancy, continued playing with her nipples, I noticed (since he wasn't wearing pants) that his butt muscles were tensing and relaxing. He was obviously grinding his cock into the bedspread. 

Nancy raised her head off the pillow to watch what Adrian was doing to her breasts. She moaned slightly then half-whispered, "Oh, God, Adrian. That's really nice."

He apparently took this as a signal to redirect his attention beneath Nancy's petticoats. Leaning on his left elbow, he reached down with his right hand and pulled her petticoats up to her upper thighs. Then, as I put down my still camera and readied my video camera, he brought his hand up to my wife's cunt and began caressing it.

I walked with my video camera down to the foot of the bed as Nancy spread her legs to give Adrian full access to her crotch. But just as I started shooting, Adrian removed his hand from between her legs and rose to his knees. As he did this, his almost-fully-erect cock came impressively back into view. Leaning forward, he had some difficulty unhitching the stays of her two petticoats, but he eventually succeeded. Nancy helped by lifting her ass off the bed.

Adrian tossed the petticoats on the floor and looked down appreciatively at the beautiful naked woman lying beneath him. Well, almost naked. She still wore were her white stockings, garters, and servant's cap. He then stood up and walked (his hardening cock swinging) down to the foot of the bed right next to me. I stepped aside as he fell forward on the bed and, curling his arms beneath her upper thighs, brought his head up between her legs.

Standing next to his feet, which were dangling toes-down over the end of the bed, I resumed shooting with the video camera. Adrian raised my wife's crotch several inches off the bed and began to move his mouth almost mechanically side-to-side, like someone eating an ear of corn, from one of Nancy's inner thighs to the other. As his mouth passed over her cunt, he paused to deliver a few extra kisses and licks there. Nancy gasped each time he did this. 

Unfortunately, when his mouth was in full contact with her cunt, his wigged head blocked my best shooting angle. But, kneeling now on the bed just to the left of him, I managed to get some excellent footage of her moist, wide-open cunt lips and her excited little clit, especially when Adrian moved his head to kiss her left inner thigh. Nancy, while this was being done to her, lay back with her eyes closed and her hands gripping her breasts.

After a few minutes of teasing her like this, Adrian directed his full attention to Nancy's cunt. Shooting the action slightly from one side, I got a nice four or five minute close-up sequence of Adrian alternating between fully covering my wife's cunt with his mouth (sucking it and deep-tonguing it) and backing off slightly to lash her clit and cunt lips with his tongue. I was especially glad to record wonderful slurping sounds and the sounds of Nancy's groaning and squealing with pleasure.

Nancy was getting pretty close to an orgasm, I knew. If Adrian kept eating her, she would quickly go over the edge. And, watching and shooting my beautiful wife having cunnilingus performed on her by an apparent expert, I knew that it wouldn't take much more for me to cum in my pants.

Fortunately, Adrian decided to stop. He drew his head back from Nancy's cunt and wiped his mouth with his hand. Looking up at me and smiling, he said, "She's really got a nice little pussy, doesn't she? I can't wait to fuck it."

Saying this, he reached forward with his right hand and inserted his index and middle fingers deep into her cunt. As I resumed shooting, he slid his fingers slowly in and out of her. Looking up at me, he said, "Look at this. I got it nice and juicy. It's going to feel really great around my cock."

But just then, as Adrian leaned on his left elbow idly finger-fucking her, Nancy shuddered and suddenly thrust her pelvis upward. "Oh, no! I have to cum now!" she screamed. "Oh, fuck, Adrian! You're making me cum! I'm cumming!"

This took me, and I think Adrian, completely by surprise. But he managed to keep two fingers deep inside her as she had an intense orgasm during which she quivered, gasped, and pushed her overexcited cunt up against his fingers. Finally, after about thirty seconds, she went limp and lay with her arms spread wide on either side of her.

"Wow," said Adrian, again smiling at me. "I didn't expect that. I guess that's what she meant at the restaurant when she said she was orgasmic." He pulled his fingers out of her and licked them. "Delicious," he said.

Adrian then climbed off the bed. Holding his now fully erect cock in his right hand, he walked up to the head of the bed and looked down at Nancy. "Are you ready for sex yet?" he asked.

She looked up at him dreamily and admiringly, and a pang of jealousy shot through me. She looked like she was totally at this guy's mercy, that she was so taken with him that there was nothing she wouldn't do to please him. I wasn't sure whether what I was seeing was Nancy my wife or Nancy playing the part of a love-stricken young girl living in the eighteenth century. Or was she acting so helplessly submissive for my benefit, knowing how much I simultaneously hated and loved it when she got off on others guys?

"If there's going to be intercourse now," I interjected (feeling slightly ill at the thought of it), "be sure to put on a condom. There's a box of them on the nightstand next to the gel."

"Yes," said Nancy in her quietest, most subdued voice. "Please hand me the gel, Adrian. I think I'll need it." She still seemed listless and rather short of breath from her recent orgasm.

"While you're getting ready, I'm going downstairs," I said. "Just decide between you what positions you want and things like that. I'll be back in a bit."

As I left the bedroom and shut the door, I looked back and saw that Nancy was sitting in a half-lotus position opening the small bottle of Astroglide she'd bought earlier in the day along with the box of large condoms. Adrian (a bottomless man in a frilly shirt and a wig, for Christ's sake!) stood next to the bed looking down at her. He'd picked up the box of condoms but hadn't yet opened it.

I'm not sure why I left the room. I could've stayed there and waited for them to start fucking. But I think I wanted to know what my wife would do, exactly what she'd do, if she thought I wasn't watching. The only way to know this, besides hiding from her and peeping, was to leave and return before she and her partner knew I was back.

So I went downstairs for a while. I got a beer out of the refrigerator and tossed it down. Then I took a piss in the downstairs bathroom. Looking at my wristwatch, I noticed that I'd been downstairs about eight minutes. Then an idea came to me.

Perhaps I could spy on Nancy and Adrian (again, in order to find out what she'd let happen sexually when she thought I wasn't watching) by looking under the bedroom door with a mirror. I didn't want to do this for very long because I wanted to return to the bedroom to video them in action. But maybe for ten minutes or so?

One of the peculiarities of our house, which is about seventy years old, is that the gap between the bottoms of all the upstairs doors, including our bedroom door, and the hardwood floor beneath them is rather large. And the little hand mirror that Nancy uses (to check the back of her hair?) was kept on a counter in the upstairs bathroom. The circumstances were at least promising. I couldn't pass up an opportunity like this.

I quickly but quietly went back upstairs and over the bedroom door to see if I could hear anything happening in there. All I could hear was a man's voice. Then I dipped into the bathroom to fetch the hand mirror and crawled back over to the bedroom door. According to my watch, I'd been gone from the room for about ten minutes by then. Lying on my belly, I slid the mirror under the bottom of the door and angled it slightly so I could peer into the room.

Bingo! I saw them right away. Adrian stood next to and facing the side of the bed with his bare butt facing me. Directly in front of him, sitting on the side of the bed, sat my wife. As I looked past his bare legs, I caught sight of her white cap bobbing back and forth. I knew at once that she was sucking his cock! I couldn't see her mouth at work on his cock, though, because his body was blocking my view. 

Looking down, he spoke to her as she sucked his cock. He kept saying things like, "Oh, yeah, like that. Yeah, keep sucking it. Oh, yeah, just like that." All I could hear from Nancy was a sort of stifled mumbling sound.

Rising to my knees, I managed to lower my jeans and briefs and free my uncomfortably restrained cock. Then I lowered my head back down to the mirror and looked into the room again.

In the short time that I'd looked away, Nancy had lain back (or been pushed back) flat on the bed and Adrian had crawled up on it so that he straddled her upper body. Her stocking-and-garter-clad legs hung over the side of the bed. Leaning forward with his hands flat against the bed just past Nancy's head, Adrian lowered and dangled his big cock just over her face. Peering between his legs, just beneath his balls, I could make out Nancy's hand gripping the shaft of Adrian's cock and guiding it to her mouth.




My Wife's Costume Romp Ch. 03



As I watched this, I began stroking my cock. I already felt like cumming. There was my darling wife on her back being fed a huge cock by a guy she scarcely knew! To me, it was an incredibly shaming and arousing sight. Getting off while watching this would've been a great relief, but I suddenly felt ridiculous lying on the floor like this outside of my own bedroom door. Also, as a sort of practical afterthought, I hated to make a mess on the floor. So I stopped masturbating and (checking my watch and noticing that about twenty minutes had elapsed since I'd left the room) concentrated again on what was happening on the bed.

At first I wasn't sure what I was looking at. Nancy lay just as she had seconds earlier, but Adrian had moved even further up her body so that he seemed to be sitting on her face. Then, as he raised his butt slightly, I half-saw and half-guessed what was happening. As he held his cock up against his belly with his right hand, Nancy was apparently licking and sucking his balls! I say "apparently" because from my low angle I couldn't see this at all clearly.

This continued for about thirty seconds before Adrian abruptly rolled off Nancy and lay on his back, with his bare feet facing me, near the foot of the bed. His cock rested against his belly and I noticed for the first time that he wasn't wearing a condom. 

Nancy sat up and crouched next to Adrian's body. She reached down with her left hand and took his hard-on in her hand. Sliding her hand up and down his massive cock – it appeared to be at least nine inches long -- she looked down at Adrian's face, said something, and laughed. Actually, they both laughed.

She bent forward then and took the head and a little more of his cock into her mouth. At first, she just held it in place there. Looking at the movements beneath her cheek, though, I could tell she was sucking it and lashing it with her tongue. Finally, she took more of his cock, perhaps three inches, into her mouth and began moving her mouth up and down on it. I watched her fellate Adrian for almost a full minute. He was groaning with pleasure the whole time. Suddenly, though, he asked her to stop. I don't think he wanted to cum before the fucking started. 

Almost reluctantly, it appeared, she stopped. But she gave the swollen crown of his cock a naughty little flick of her tongue as she pulled away from it.

I decided it was time to re-enter the room. So I stood up, pulled my briefs and jeans back on (with some difficulty) over my erection, and opened the door. They looked at me as I entered and Adrian said to me, "Geez, you were gone a long time. We nearly started without you."

Nancy, still kneeling on the bed, just smiled at me and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. I wondered if she intended to tell me later about the cock-sucking she'd done while I was out of the room.

"OK, sorry about that. I had a phone call," I lied. "Let's get to the intercourse part now before it's too late. It's almost nine-thirty now and I'm supposed to get Nancy home to her husband pretty soon."

Adrian stood up, opened the box of condoms, and removed one. As he took it out of its packet and began putting it on, I decided to offer a little directorial advice. "I know I left fucking positions up to you, but I've been thinking. Whatever positions you use, the underlying idea should be that the libertine is aggressive and the country girl is willing but passive. That means, I think, that you should at least start with missionary and dog-style positions. They're the most male-dominant."

Hearing this, Nancy immediately lay down on her back. I could see that she'd applied lubricant liberally to her vagina. Even her reddish-blonde pubic hair looked wet and matted with it. Adrian, wearing the condom, stood next to me looking down at her.

"Am I really the first guy you've been with except for your husband?" he asked.

"Yes, you are," she answered. "I've only had sex with him and a guy I dated in high school. But you'd better do it soon before I chicken out."

I think my darling wife was actually craving his cock at this point. The threat of chickening out covered what had become pure lust in her.

He crawled on the bed next to her, spread her legs further apart, and inserted his left index finger into her cunt. "That's nice and tight, but it's really slick," he said softly. "I'll put my dick in slowly and it should feel good. If it'll help, just think of your husband making love to you." Then, as she raised her feet in the air to give him better access, he gripped her ankles, scooted on his knees a little closer to her, and pushed the end of his big cock up against her cunt lips. Nancy's body tensed as he made contact.

I stood by the bed with a good downward shooting angle and began videoing. I almost immediately got some great footage of the head of Adrian's cock slowly pushing its way between Nancy's tight cunt lips. It took him almost thirty seconds, as Nancy lay back with her eyes closed as though in denial of what was happening, to force maybe two inches of thick cock into her. He just held it there inside her for a while without moving.

Nancy couldn't remain still, though. Almost imperceptively at first, she began thrusting her cunt upward in tiny fuck motions. The motions seemed almost involuntary. Her eyes still closed, she was obviously trying to work at least a little more of Adrian's large but unmoving cock into her.

Feeling her cunt thrusting upward, I suppose, Adrian suddenly gave her what she was craving. He plunged about four inches of cock into her, pulled it out again, and plunged it in a second time, again burying it inside her about four inches. His cock, especially the thickness of it, looked bigger than ever as it forced her cunt wider open than I'd ever seen it. 

Nancy winced and gasped. Not moving his cock, he asked her, "Does that hurt? Do you want me to pull out?"

Opening her eyes, she answered, "No. But, please, don't move it for a little bit. Please just keep it there." "There" meant between four and five inches up her cunt.

Despite what she'd asked him to do, he wasn't able to keep entirely still. As I zoomed in with the video camera, he slowly pulled out of her an inch or so. Then he slowly pushed his cock back inside her to the same depth. Next, increasing the pace slightly, he began sliding his cock more rapidly in and out of her, still more or less within this limited range.

Nancy began groaning and whimpering then. It sounded as though she was experiencing pain as well as pleasure. Her groans became louder until, as the pace and depth of his thrusting increased even more over the next minute or so, she exclaimed, "Oh my God! That's feeling so good! Please keep fucking me!"

This encouragement was all he needed. Gripping her ankles even tighter and pulling them up higher, he drove his long, thick cock into my wife's cunt harder and deeper. Soon, as she shouted "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" he was driving almost his whole cock mercilessly into her, grunting like a bull as he did. It was the hardest fucking I'd ever seen her receive. And he kept it up for well over five minutes.

Finally, Nancy approached her second orgasm of the night. Skewered on Adrian's big cock, her body jerked and thrashed. Then she stiffened and seemed to hold her breath. Seconds later, she exhaled heavily, took in her breath again, and announced her orgasm, "Oh, fuck, Adrian! Your big cock! You're making me cum! I'm cumming now! Oh, fuck!"

The grunting sound he was making made me think he was about to cum, too. After all, he'd been hard for quite a while and Nancy had given him a lot of oral stimulation before he began fucking her. But instead of continuing he slowly pulled his cock out of her. Withdrawing his cock made a little sucking sound. I looked down at my wife's just-fucked cunt and noticed her labia slowly coming back together and how swollen her clit was. 

Adrian turned to me. "Should we do the dog-style thing now?" He knelt on the bed holding his cock in his right hand.

"Sure, let's do it," I answered. "That is, if Nancy is ready."

She didn't answer but quickly got up on her knees near the center of the bed. Adrian stood up and walked to the foot of the bed. "Can you move closer to me?" he asked her. Looking over her shoulder at him, she scooted backwards until her ass hung over the end of the bed.

Then she asked him, "Would you please apply a little more Astroglide? I want to make sure I'm well enough lubricated."

Adrian fetched the gel from the nightstand and returned with it to attend to Nancy's vagina. As he got the gel, I got into position at the foot of the bed and began shooting a rear view of my wife's slightly enflamed cunt and her tight little asshole, which were on full display since her legs were spread so far apart. Then I got some footage of Adrian pouring the thin, clear gel just above her asshole and letting it run down over her cunt lips. A few drops fell on the bedspread.

I kept videoing as Adrian, using two fingers, gently worked some of the gel into my wife's cunt. Nancy flinched a little as he did this, and I wondered if she was sore in there.

Adrian spread a little gel on his condomed cock then set the little bottle on the floor. He asked Nancy if she was ready.

"I think so, but go in slowly, please," she answered. I continued shooting as Nancy raised her ass a little higher off the bed and pressed her upper body and the left side of her head flat against the bed. Adrian then brought the end of his cock up to her cunt and, holding it in his right hand, spent about thirty seconds sliding it up and down along her cunt lips.

Nancy moaned appreciatively as he teased her cunt with his cock. When he slowly buried almost its full length in her, she raised her head and exclaimed, "Oh, wait a minute! Just hold it there, please!" Standing behind her, Adrian stood next to me staring down at the spectacle of his big cock stretching Nancy's cunt lips. Her perfect little asshole, pulled open slightly and less than an inch above the cunt he was plundering, looked invitingly back up at us.

I can't read minds, but I suspect that Adrian was wondering how his big cock would feel buried in my wife's anus.

Whatever he was thinking, he soon started rocking his pelvis backward and forward. He did this slowly and not very aggressively, but with each little thrust of his cock, still deep in Nancy's cunt, she groaned and/or whined. Again, I wasn't sure at first whether she was experiencing pain or pleasure. When Adrian increased the pace of his thrusting, though, it became obvious that, play-acting or not, she was deriving extreme pleasure from the fucking she was getting.

Soon they were totally oblivious to me.

Walking to the side of the bed and backing off to get a wider shot, I watched and videoed Adrian gripping Nancy's waist and plunging into her even deeper and even faster. Grunting, he threw his head back and grimaced. Was he on the verge of an orgasm at last?

Meanwhile, my hard cock had become very uncomfortable in my jeans. Seeing that Adrian, who seemed no longer quite so near an orgasm, had slowed up the pace of his fucking slightly and fallen into a less intense, more mechanical rhythm, I stopped shooting, got a few sheets of Kleenex from the nightstand, and walked five or six paces behind Adrian. 

I really needed relief. So I dropped my jeans and briefs to my ankles and freed my cock. Watching the stranger, wearing a wig and a frilly shirt, mechanically thrusting in and pulling out of my beautiful blonde wife from behind and listening to her loud groans and exclamations of encouragement ("Oh, yes, Adrian! Fuck me! Fuck me!"), I quickly ejaculated into the Kleenex tissues. And I mean quickly. It took me maybe ten seconds to cum.

I pulled up my briefs and stuffed my softening cock back into them. Then I pulled up my jeans, buttoned them, and walked over to the side of the bed again with my video camera. Nothing much had changed except that Nancy was approaching yet another, her third, orgasm.

As I stood near the end of the bed videoing the big cock pistoning in and out of her (hearing and feeling her increased excitement, Adrian had quickened the pace somewhat), Nancy raised her head up from the bedspread, turned around, and looked back at Adrian.

She half-spoke, half-shouted at him: "Oh, you big fucker! Fuck me! I love you! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! I'm cumming again! Fuck me! I love it! I love you!" And then, as my wife threw her head back down against the bedspread, clenched her eyes shut, and squealed with ecstasy, Adrian stopped thrusting and coolly announced that he, too, was cumming.

Then he added, in an equally self-contained manner, "Ah, that feels really good." 

I think their orgasms were simultaneous, though his might have preceded hers by a second or two. As she came, she stopped squealing, but her body twisted and jerked for almost ten seconds, as though she were having a seizure of some kind.

Shooting from the foot of the bed, I got interesting footage of Nancy's body sagging forward and Adrian quickly climbing on to the end of the bed on his knees to keep Nancy from disengaging herself from his cock. When she let her body fall further forward so that she lay sprawled on her belly, he rode her down from behind until he lay atop of her back with his big cock still buried inside her. He laughed and said, "I'm not so easy to get rid of, am I?"

She mumbled something from under him and he reluctantly pulled his body off her. And, of course, his cock came out of her. As he pulled out, I got a close-up shot of his only slightly softening cock with a pool of semen gathered in the tip of the condom he wore. He stood up and walked to the nightstand to get some Kleenex to use as he removed the condom.

Nancy, meanwhile, continued to lie face-down on the bed with her legs spread. She seemed completely wiped out. Climbing on to the bed, I shot some close-up footage of her crotch. Her cunt looked dark pink and very moist. Her tight little asshole was wet and dark pink, too, though I knew Adrian hadn't entered it.

Finally, Adrian came over to the bed and pulled Nancy to her feet. "Come on," he said, "it's time to go. Let's get dressed and I'll drive you home."

Still looking totally fuck-crazed, Nancy let him lead her out of the bedroom and downstairs to the living room where their street clothes were. They each carried the parts of their costumes they'd shed in the bedroom. Following them down the stairs, I wondered how Nancy was going to get out of having Adrian drive her to a non-existent address.

As they got redressed in their street clothes, I thanked them and said that I'd gotten some wonderful reference shots and video footage. 

When both of them were completely dressed, Nancy went over to Adrian, embraced him, and gave him a big kiss. "Adrian," she said, "I made a deal with Cal. Part of the deal is that you and the other guys mustn't know where I live. I'd feel very threatened if anyone but Cal knew that. I've already placed my marriage in jeopardy by doing this."

"How so?"asked Adrian.

Nancy blushed and looked at me sheepishly. "Well, the fact is I've never been fucked the way I was just now in my whole life. I love my husband, but he just can't do that for me. I don't know what I'm going to do. I didn't think sex was so important before. But now, I don't know. I'm confused. I think I need more."

Great actress that she is, she managed a tear. 

"I'd be happy to give you more," said Adrian, placing an arm around her shoulders. 

"I can't deal with an affair right now," said Nancy, pretending to be deadly serious. "I've never had one before and I don't want to start now. I want Cal to drive me home to my husband now. I'll see you on Wednesday when we have the next group session."

Adrian smiled at me, kissed Nancy on the forehead, and headed out the door. A few minutes later, Nancy and I went out the front door and saw that his car was gone. To give the right impression, in case he was watching us from a distance, we got in our car and I drove us around for a while. It had to look like I was driving her home to her poor "husband."

In the car, we talked. I asked Nancy how much she'd liked fucking Adrian and she admitted that he'd been amazingly good. She'd gotten swept up in the experience. I asked her about declaiming her love for him, and she seemed puzzled by the question.

"Did I really say that? I honestly don't remember. When I'm really aroused I don't know what I'm saying. He's sure good at fucking, and he's got a very large penis, but I don't love him. I love you."

When we got home at about 11:15 and went immediately to bed. Nancy dropped off almost at once. I lay awake for about thirty minutes thinking about what I'd just seen, photographed, and videoed. My beautiful wife lay curled up with that perfect naked ass of hers pressed against me. I remember getting aroused again, but somehow I managed to fall asleep without assaulting my wife from the rear as she slept.



My Wife's Costume Romp Ch. 04



Tuesday morning we got up early and, despite the fact that Nancy was a little sore from the fucking she'd gotten from Adrian the night before, we went for a jog. After showering together and a lot of mutual fondling, we had a light breakfast, talked a little bit about what we expected to happen the next night, and left the house for our jobs.

She called me at my office at about 11:00 a.m. She said that Adrian and Karsten had just stopped by the gallery to chat. Adrian kept giving her we-have-a-secret looks which she found annoying. Karsten told her that all four of the original male models --Adrian, Glen, Gil, and himself -- planned on being at Cal's (that is, my) house the next night. He then asked her if she knew what the "plot" for the session would be. She told both of them that she wasn't sure but thought Cal wanted all four guys involved somehow.

I was called to a meeting just then, so I told her we'd have to talk later and rang off. I tried to imagine what an odd pair Adrian (who's about 6' 3") and Karsten (who's about 5' 6") must've been at the gallery. 

We'd talked a little bit earlier about my plans for her, in the character of a gullible eighteenth-century country girl led astray in London by a circle of libertines. In the upcoming session I wanted her to be ravished by them all. But I wanted the ravishment to be organized and directed by Adrian, the alpha male among the libertines. In the scenario I was developing in my mind, the other guys were to take orders from him and she was to be totally submissive.

We spent a quiet Tuesday evening at home. We watched a video, had a few glasses of wine, and went to bed. Our in-bed discussion of her fuck session with Adrian and what we expected to happen the next evening aroused us both and we ended up having great sex. After her second orgasm, she told me I was the best lover she'd ever had. I accepted the praise but wondered if one of the things that made me such a good lover was my willingness to share her with studs like Adrian. 

I arranged to work a half-day on Wednesday so I could be home early. When I got home at about 1:30 p.m., my first decision was where I'd stage the session. I wasn't too happy with the living room, which we'd used in the first session, because it was a little too small for what I had in mind. I wanted the third session to seem to be a public place, a place where maybe a dozen men might gather to witness and join in on the ravishment of a county girl. 

The best place, I decided, was the studio cabin in our back yard. Since it contained only a platform and a single bed, I needed to carry out some chairs from the house. Before doing that, though, I went out and turned on the space heater to warm up the place. This was November, after all.

So I carried out the kitchen chairs, two chairs from the living room, and another five chairs from the dining room. I placed the chairs in a sort of semi-circle in front of the raised platform, which is about 8' by 6' and 18 inches high. I had more chairs than bodies to sit in them, but the empty chairs would be all right as references for the drawings I'd (probably) end up doing.

Then I brought out two floor lamps, one from the dining room and the other from the living room, to add illumination. Finally, I spread three quilted blankets over the platform for a little padding. If more padding was needed, we could always use the mattress from the single bed.

Between about 4:00 and 5:00 o'clock I sat down at my computer and wrote short instructions for each of the four guys so that each would know roughly what his part was and approximately when he was to perform it. I assigned each of them a role (where they were in the pecking order of libertines, headed by Adrian), but I didn't write down exactly what they would say or do. 

Nancy got home at about 5:30 and I brought her out to the studio cabin to show her the set-up. She complained that it was still a little cold out there, so I turned up the space heater.

Then we went back inside. Nancy said she guessed she was ready for tonight. When I showed her the instructions I'd given to the guys, she laughed nervously and said she thought she needed a little courage. So I opened a bottle of pinot noir. Over the next forty-five minutes, she drank most of it while I downed three beers. I guess I was a little anxious about the session, too.

At about 6:45, she started getting into her costume: the loose blouse, the laced bodice over it, the apron, the two petticoats, the white stockings, the garters, and the pointy shoes. She left her street clothes (a blouse, a bra, panties, jeans, etc.) on the floor in a corner of the living room. 

The guys arrived in Adrian's car at about 7:10 while Nancy was in the downstairs bathroom applying her make-up and putting her hair up under her servant's cap.

I brought the guys' costumes out to the living room and they quickly changed into them. In their short, tight pants, their frilly white shirts, and wigs, they looked (except for the unfortunate tennis shoes that Gil wore) very much like young eighteenth-century rogues. When they were dressed, I gave each of them a set of instructions. I took Adrian aside and explained in greater detail what I expected of him as head libertine. Being a sort of aggressive guy, he seemed to like the role I'd assigned him. 

She'd asked him not to, but I wondered if Adrian had told the others about his fuck session with Nancy two nights earlier. After all, it's not unheard of for guys to brag about their conquests. 

When Nancy entered the living room at about 7:30, little Karsten whooped and proclaimed how hot she looked. Adrian made an appreciative noise I can't quite describe. Glen and Gil just leered at her. In fact, my wife looked very, very desirable – a serving wench that an inebriated young male of any age would salivate over.

I took my wife and the four guys outside to the studio cabin and, standing on the platform, explained the dramatic situation once again. The guys downed a beer each and, once they understood what they were about to do, acted as though they were ready.

In Berkeley before leaving for home, I'd purchased multiple packets of condoms in three sizes. I now laid them out on one of the chairs for the guys to pick the ones they liked. Nancy had placed the Astroglide on the floor next to the platform.

Back to the dramatic situation: the young country girl, I told them, has already been seduced by the main libertine, Adrian. She is so love-stricken with him that she will do anything he wants her to. Adrian is rather cruel and decides to demean his conquest by stripping her naked in front of his friends. To make sure she doesn't resist much, he's gotten her drunk. She isn't unconscious (as she supposedly was in last Wednesday's session) and is sexually responsive, but the alcohol has robbed her of the will to resist whatever he wishes to do to her.

Then I had the four guys sit grouped together in three sections (left, center, and right) of the semi-circle of chairs I'd arranged. I asked them to assume relaxed, but varying, poses. From behind them, I took photos of them sitting in each section. Later I could combine the photos to make it appear that there were twelve men instead of four seated in front of the platform. Since it was for my reference purposes only, it didn't need to be a very convincing fake.

I announced that it was time to begin the session. Picking up my video camera (and reminding the guys that my videos were strictly for personal, artistic purposes), I asked Adrian to stand on the platform. Then I told Nancy to join him. As Adrian gave her a hand up, I started shooting from just behind where Glen, Gil, and Karsten sat in the middle group of chairs 

Following the directions I'd written down for him, Adrian then embraced my wife and leaned down to kiss her. She returned the kiss enthusiastically. After a few seconds of this standing clench, Adrian looked down at his friends and said, "Isn't she gorgeous, boys? How do you like her?"

[In my written instructions to the guys, I asked them to use, just for fun, whatever eighteenth-century language they might've gleaned from movies or books they'd read. But I told them to lapse into modern language if no old-fashioned words occurred to them. Their dialog, I wrote, was merely to keep the action moving forward.] 

"She's a real beauty," said Glen. "I can't wait to see more of her." Gil grunted something in agreement.

"Give me another kiss, my dear," said Adrian. Her back to us and her arms wrapped around his neck, Nancy stood on her tiptoes to kiss Adrian again. As they kissed, Adrian began inching up her petticoats and gathering them in his hands. He kept doing this until the bare skin above her garters came into view.

Breaking the kiss, he asked, "Aren't those lovely legs, boys?"

The guys just clapped and whistled.

"Would you like to see more?" asked Adrian.

Nancy said, "Oh, please, sir. That's enough, surely." Great! Just what a young girl of the time might've said.

"I'll be the judge of that," he said. He then tugged her petticoats up until her perfectly shaped ass was fully on display to us. Nancy quickly took her hands from around Adrian's neck and placed them, with fingers splayed, behind her ass in a futile effort to cover herself.

Releasing his grip on her petticoats, Adrian let them hang down to their full length. He then spun Nancy around so that she was facing us with him behind her. Next he leaned forward and kissed her on the neck. As he did this, she reached behind her back and held him by the waist as though unsure of her balance. Well, she was supposed to be drunk. This was fully in character.

He began then running his hands up and down Nancy's body. He soon rested them on her breasts, which he began manipulating a little roughly through her blouse. "She has wonderful little teats, boys. They're nice and high and they feel wonderful in my hands. Would you like to see them?"

"Oh yes!" exclaimed Glen. "Show them to us now!" said Karsten. 

As Adrian fondled her breasts, Nancy stood with her eyes clamped shut. This was a nice touch, something a shy but love-smitten girl willing to endure anything for her man might do.

Adrian, peering down over Nancy's head, stopped manhandling her breasts and undid her apron. He tossed this out to the guys. Then he took about thirty seconds to unlace the tight bodice and toss it down to the chairs, where Gil caught it. Finally, in a single motion, he pulled her low-cut blouse off her shoulders and down well below her beautiful pink-nippled breasts.

The guys, still in their seats, clapped enthusiastically at the sight of my wife's high, perfectly-shaped breasts. Glen managed a fingers-in-the-mouth whistle, but it wasn't a very good one.

Still standing behind her, Adrian reached down and clasped a breast in each hand. Pinching her nipples, he said, "Look at how pointed her nipples get when I pinch them. They're wonderful for suckling. Would anyone like a taste?"

Karsten and Glen both jumped up from their seats, but Glen was the first to get up on the platform. Adrian smiled at Gil and Karsten and said, "Wait your turn. She has sweet little tits, but there will be enough for everyone."

Red-bearded Glen immediately began caressing Nancy's naked breasts. Adrian had moved his hands down to her waist. Then, as I moved to the side of the platform to get a better shooting angle, Glen leaned down and sucked first one then the other nipple.

Nancy, her eyes still clamped shut, groaned and said several times, "Oh, sir." 

"That's enough," said Adrian after Glen had spent at least a minute making Nancy's nipples fully erect and gleaming with his saliva. Glen stepped off the platform and resumed his chair. I saw that an erection was definitely forming in his pants. 

Villainous-looking Gil promptly mounted the platform and did exactly as Glen had done. I brought the video camera up quite close to get footage of his mouth and lips working on my wife's nipples. They were now protruding about three-eighths of an inch and I got a great sequence of Gil alternately licking and gently biting each one. Nancy threw her eyes open and gasped the first time he nibbled her nipple. Then, as he continued doing it, she closed her eyes again and, groaning with evident pleasure, said, "Oh, sir, please be gentle."  

Adrian, meanwhile, kept up a running, rather comical, commentary. "My God, Gil, you are a greedy dog. What are you doing to this sweet girl's little ornaments? Look at how you've made her nipples stick out!"

From the audience, Glen said, "I want to see that gorgeous arse of hers again. Make her show it to us, Adrian."

Pushing Gil away from Nancy's well-sucked breasts, Adrian said, "Anything for a friend. I'll need some help with her skirts, though, to do that. Karsten, will you please come up here and take them off her?" 

As Gil sat down next to Glen again, Little Karsten climbed up on the platform. Pausing briefly to caress Nancy's breasts, their nipples aimed slightly upward, he stooped slightly to unfasten first the outer then the under petticoat. He pulled them down and let them lay for a few seconds on her shoe-tops. Then, going down on his knees, he lifted her feet to free the petticoats, which he promptly threw down to Glen and Gil. Then he retook his seat. 

Nancy now stood blushing in front of Adrian wearing only her cap, her stockings, her lacy garters, and her little shoes. I dwelled as I shot on the little swatch of reddish-blonde pubic hair that was finally visible to us all. In a comical effort to seem modest, she held her hands over her breasts and clamped her thighs as tightly together as she could. She had closed her eyes again.

Adrian spent a full two minutes turning her around so that both her front and back sides could be appreciated. Each time he turned her ass toward us, he reached down with his hands and spread her lovely cheeks to give us an optimal view. When he turned her so that she faced us, he reached down and spread her thighs a little wider. Once, as Nancy gasped loudly, he inserted a finger in her cunt and worked it in and out several times.

"That's a lovely, moist fanny, boys," he said (using the Britishism for "cunt"). Then, as though annoyed with it, he abruptly lifted her blouse (which was gathered just beneath her breasts) over her head and tossed it to the side. Now the perfect proportions of her slender body were even more readily seen. 

After another minute or so of displaying, and demeaning, Nancy to his friends, Adrian asked Glen and Gil to bring the mattress from the single bed up on the platform. "I want to exhibit this delicious creature to full advantage, boys. She might as well be comfortable. After all, the poor girl can't be expected to remain standing all night."

Adrian scooped Nancy up in his arms and held her as Glen and Gil brought the mattress over to the platform and laid it down so it was sideways to and only about three feet in front of the "audience." She lay limp and resigned in his arms as she watched the guys set down the mattress. Adrian then laid her down on her back (with her capped head to the left and her stocking feet to the right) and said, "Thanks, guys. Now take your seats again and let me show you some of her special features."

As Glen and Gil sat back down, Adrian stood looking down at her for a few seconds. Then he undid his pants and quickly slipped them off. Since he'd not worn underwear, his large semi-erect cock swung immediately and impressively into view. He knelt down and altered Nancy's position so that she lay with her head hanging over the back edge of the mattress and her crotch near the front edge. Then, on his knees to the side of her, he reached forward, pulled her knees up, and spread her feet as far apart as they would go comfortably.

Her wet, slightly open cunt, with its wispy patch of cunt hair just above it, was now on glorious display to Glen, Gil, Karsten, and, of course, me and my video camera. Adrian leaned down over it for a few seconds, just taking it in visually. Then, smiling at his friends, he said, "Isn't that gorgeous. It's really tight, too. When I fucked it Monday night I could hardly get my dick in. But once I did, you should've seen her. She went totally nuts. She fucking loved it."

What the fuck? Were the other guys aware that he was telling the actual truth, that this wasn't part of the act? I suppose it didn't matter either way.

Gil scooted his chair right up to the edge of the platform and leaned forward to get an especially close view of my wife's cunt. Since he'd not been at last Wednesday's session, he was the only one of the four guys who was seeing it for the first time. But Glen, who'd eaten Nancy to orgasm in that session, sat next to him enjoying the view, too. Karsten, though he certainly noticed the treasure between Nancy's legs, didn't show much interest in it. Perhaps he felt a special loyalty to her, as her friend, and didn't want to be quite as sexually aggressive as the others.

Adrian bent forward on his knees then and, using both hands, spread my wife's cunt wide open. He held it open for us to look at for quite a while. Finally, unable to do otherwise I think, Gil reached forward with his right hand and slowly inserted his index finger into her. As he did this, Nancy raised her head said, "Oh, please, no sir." But he didn't stop. Instead he began sliding his index finger in and out of her. In a matter of seconds, Nancy let her head fall back and began groaning. 

"How does that feel?" asked Adrian, still leaning forward and holding my wife's cunt open for Gil 

"Really good," said Gil. "It's nice and small like a fifteen-year-old's." I wondered how he would know such a thing. Maybe he really was a villain. 

After almost a minute of finger-fucking her, during which time he inserted his middle finger too, Gil pulled his fingers out and licked them. He smiled evilly into my camera as he did this. 

Adrian then stood up, climbed off the platform, and walked over to the chair where I'd laid out the condoms. His cock was now fully and almost alarmingly erect. He chose one that wouldn't be too snug for him and walked back to the platform where Nancy still lay on her back with her knees up. She'd drawn her legs together, though.

Laying the condom packet down on the back of the platform, he crawled back over to her and effortlessly rolled her 115-pound body over so that she lay on her belly. He then jerked her up by the waist until she was on her knees with her upper body resting on her elbows. Her gorgeous ass actually extended over the edge of the platform and was within easy reach of the guys seated in the chairs, which they'd all scooted up even closer to the platform. 

"Spread her legs wider apart, would you?" Adrian asked them. Glen and Gil reached forward and, each taking one of her lower legs, forced Nancy's knees further apart. The view presented to us was wonderfully obscene. At the bottom of the view, her cunt hair hung down like delicate foliage. Just above it, her just-fingered cunt glistened and her cunt lips and her now-pea-sized clit were a darker pink than usual. Her asshole, small, light pink, and slightly moist, had tiny lines radiating out from it in all directions. It seemed almost like a target inviting sodomy.

Glen reached forward with his right index finger and began fiddling with her clit while Gil stood up and, using two hands, pulled Nancy's ass cheeks even further apart. This made her asshole pull open wider. But what Nancy responded to almost immediately was the stimulation her clit was receiving. Lying with the side of her head pressed against the mattress, she breathed heavily and made little high-pitched sounds as Glen's finger kept toying with her little button. 

"It would be really sweet to fuck that," said Gil. I wasn't sure what he meant by "that." If I'd said it, I'm sure I would have meant her anus.




My Wife's Costume Romp Ch. 04



Karsten, meanwhile, just sat watching. He'd always felt, I think, like the odd man out in the arrangement.

Adrian, the only man on the platform with my wife, raised Nancy's upper body up so that her weight was supported on her arms. 

"It's time for me to feed the wench," he suddenly announced. As Glen and Gil continued playing with her cunt from their chairs, he crawled up next to her head and pulling it toward him, pressed the bulbous end of his big, hard cock against her lips. Her lips fell open and Adrian slowly worked about two inches of his cock into her mouth. Then he placed both hands behind her head. Rocking his hips, he spent the next two minutes mouth-fucking my wife. She gagged several times, even though he was inserting only about half of his cock's length into her mouth. When she gagged, he was courteous enough to back off for a few seconds.

My own hard cock throbbing in my pants, I brought the video camera up close on the somewhat reluctant blow-job my wife was giving Adrian. Glen and Gil, meanwhile, had stopped fingering her cunt and gone over to the chair where I'd placed the condoms. They each chose one, removed their pants to reveal hardening cocks, and returned to their seats.

Adrian, who'd increased the pace and depth of mouth-fucking Nancy, suddenly stopped and pulled out of her. Holding his saliva-slickened cock in his hand, he looked down to Karsten and said, "I guess I'm going to have to assign you something to do. This wench's beautiful little quim is right there in front of your face. Would you please do her the favor of eating it?"

With a slightly foolish expression on his face, Karsten stood up and dropped his pants. This caused his small but hard cock to spring into view. He then dropped to his knees in front of the platform, reached forward with his right hand, and buried his index and middle fingers deep inside her. 

Seconds later, I got a wonderful close-up sequence that started with Karsten removing his fingers and replacing them with his mouth. The sequence continued for at least another three minutes as he used his tongue furiously to lash her all the way from her asshole to her clit (occasionally pausing to suck her cunt lips and clit), and inserted and wiggling around his tongue inside her as far as it would reach.

The effect on Nancy was almost immediate. As soon as Karsten starting eating her, she became quite vocal ("Oh, yes! Oh, yes! I love it! Oh, yes!). She interspersed these utterances, which became more and more shrill, with little squeals of pleasure. 

Noticing that Karsten was about to bring Nancy off, Adrian removed his cock from her mouth and climbed off the platform to watch more closely what his little friend was doing to her. 

Nancy, pressing her butt back against Karsten's face, approached her first orgasm of the evening. As it got nearer, she raised her head and looked back over her shoulder at him. Then she gave a little gasp and announced it: "Oh, fuck, Karsten! You're making me cum! Oh, I can't stop!" As Karsten continued his inspired tongue work, her body jerked several times and she made a sound that was like a pitiful whimper. If I hadn't known that this was one of the sounds she made when she experienced intense pleasure, I would've been concerned.

Seeing and hearing my wife's orgasm was almost too much for me as I stood there operating the video camera. I was now the only man wearing pants, and I wondered how long I'd be able to keep them on. My aching hard-on was on the verge of erupting.

As Karsten pulled his head back from Nancy's cunt, I noticed that the whole area, from her just above her asshole down to her cunt hair, was soaked with his saliva and her vaginal fluid. He must've gotten a little carried away as he ate her.

As Nancy, still on her knees but leaning her upper body forward now on folded arms, recovered from her orgasm, Gil pushed Karsten away from her rear end. This alluring part of her anatomy was still near the edge of the platform. Spreading his legs to get a little lower as he stood behind her, Gil reached forward with his hands and grasped her waist. Just as I was bringing my video camera into position to capture what he was doing, he pulled her forcefully back toward him and drove his cock all the way into her cunt. He did this (pulling her toward him, thrusting his cock into her) almost as a single motion.

Nancy winced slightly but seemed to take the assault well. Still holding her firmly by the waist, Gil drove his cock rapidly in and out of my darling wife's cunt. 

It occurred to me, after videoing for about thirty seconds, that Gil might not be wearing his condom. For the first time that evening, I intervened and asked him to stop. "Show me your condom," I said. He immediately pulled all the way out of Nancy and showed me his cock, a rather thin and curved one growing out of a thick patch of black pubic hair, adequately covered with a light pink condom.

I apologized and asked him to continue. As Gil re-entered Nancy, Adrian climbed back on to the platform and got down on his knees near Nancy's head. "I need you to suck this again," he said. Looking slightly dazed, she dutifully raised herself up on her hands, opened her mouth, and received as much of his long, thick cock as she could take.

For the next five minutes, Gil continued fucking Nancy from behind as Adrian slid less than half of his cock in and out of her mouth. He removed it several times to let her breathe easier. But she was ready to accept it again as soon as she caught her breath. Gil, meanwhile, increased the pace of his fucking. He also increased the loud groaning sound he'd been making. As I changed positions with my camera trying to get a better angle, he exclaimed: "Oh, that tight pussy! Fuck, that feels good! I'm cumming in it right now!"

Gritting his teeth, he continued driving his cock into Nancy for another thirty seconds or so before stopping with it still buried in her. He stayed in her for another thirty seconds before pulling out.

As soon as Gil pulled out of her, Glen stepped up behind Nancy's ass and tried to take his place. But Adrian had another idea. Withdrawing his cock from Nancy's mouth, he stood up again on the platform. "Let her sit on your dick, Glen," she said. "Come up here and lie down. I'll make the wench ride on it."

As Adrian pulled Nancy to her feet, Glen climbed up on the platform and lay down on his back with his head toward the left side. Adrian then picked Nancy up and lowered her down until she straddled him. I walked with my video camera to the opposite side of the platform to get a good rear-view shot of Nancy lowering her cunt on to Glen's cock. With Adrian's help, she slowly impaled herself on it. She immediately began fucking him, riding slowly up and down on his cock, as Glen reached up with his hands and held her breasts.

She moaned with pleasure as I videoed her cunt moving up and down on his fairly large erection. When he released her breasts and threw his arms around her back, she let her head fall forward on his shoulder. I brought the camera in very close to her rear end then and got some excellent footage of my wife's cunt being stuffed over and over with this young married man's cock. And I knew the sound recorder was picking up all the little slushing sounds of her cunt being fucked by his larger-than-average cock.

Adrian, meanwhile, stood near Glen's head holding his big wet cock, as yet uncondomed, in his hand. For the first time he seemed to be at a loss about what to do next. Then I noticed Karsten, whom I'd lost sight of, approaching the platform. He had taken off his pants and was wearing a condom over a hard cock that was only about four inches long.

Looking down at him, Adrian said, "Go over there [indicating the area where I was leaning in videoing] and maybe she'll let you go in her from the back."

Karsten mounted the platform and knelt down with his face about two feet from Nancy's ass. Stroking his little hard-on, he leaned in and watched Glen's cock driving powerfully in and out of Nancy's cunt. Then he reached forward and gripped her waist. I wasn't sure, at first, what Karsten had in mind.

Then I saw Adrian bend down and whisper a question to Nancy. Still groaning with the pleasure Glen's up-driving cock was giving her, she stopped to say, "Oh, no. Not in my ass. Please."

"If you love me, you must let my good friend Karsten do it," said Adrian. "Do you love me?"

Groaning even louder, as though approaching another orgasm, Nancy said, "Oh, yes. Oh, God, I love you!" I kept shooting as Glen's excited cock continued its upward assault into my wife's cunt. Hearing her proclaim her love for one guy while fucking another was a new one for me. 

For some reason, my cock in my pants, while still stiff, had ceased pulsing with excitement. The scenes I was videoing were quite erotic, and my cock still responded to them that way, but my mind had suddenly begun processing what I was shooting as abstract patterns. It was as though the joining and unjoining bodies, my wife's included, were becoming, temporarily at least, more interesting as a series of changing designs than as pornography.

"Be still for a second then," said Adrian quietly to Nancy. "Let Karsten in." 

Nancy (also Glen) obeyed. They held perfectly still as Karsten moved up behind her, bent his legs slightly, and brought his little cock up just above where Glen's much larger one filled her cunt. Bringing my camera up close, I videoed him guiding his cock to the entrance of her asshole and gently pushing it in. 

As the little man (whose slender body from the back looked like that of a middle-school student) entered her, my wife gasped loudly and exclaimed, "Oh, my God! Stop! Oh, shit!"

But Karsten didn't stop. Instead, he pulled out slightly and again thrust his full four inches into her asshole and kept it there for a few seconds. Then he pulled all the way out and thrust yet again all the way back into her. Hearing no further complaints from her, over the next thirty seconds or so he thrust more and more vigorously in and out of my wife's tight little anus.

Nancy had gasped the first few times Karsten drove into her but, as Glen began thrusting upward into her again, her groaning and whimpering – the sounds she makes when she experiences extreme pleasure – returned. If Karsten's cock in her ass was in any way painful, the pleasure she was getting from Glen's cock in her cunt seemed to overcome it.

Soon the two cocks fell into a sort of rhythm which Nancy encouraged by shouting, "Oh, yes, like that! Oh, my God! I've never been fucked like this before! Oh, shit!" 

After about five minutes of thrusting his cock upward into Nancy's cunt, Glen shouted that he had to cum. Then, thrusting up in shorter but quicker little motions, he groaned loudly and announced, as though delivering a testimonial, how wonderful it felt to fuck "Adrian's wench" (and my wife!). I wondered idly if feeling Karsten's cock moving in the adjoining body cavity had in any way enhanced the experience. 

When Glen finished cumming, Nancy just said "Oh, Glen." She said this dreamily, as though on some kind of hallucinogen. 

Relaxing on his back with his arms behind his neck, Glen kept his cock buried in Nancy's cunt for a while. Karsten, paying him no attention, increased the pace of sodomizing her. He now drove his cock into her with (necessarily) short but hard strokes. It wasn't until Glen's cock dropped out of her and she lifted up a knee far enough to let him crawl out from under her, though, that she seemed really to concentrate on being ass-fucked by the little man.

Raising herself up on fully extended arms, she kept her ass at a nice level for Karsten's thrusts. Being ass-fucked by a man with a small cock was apparently quite pleasant for her. She reached back between her legs and stimulated her clit as he relentlessly pounded into her. I got an almost humorous sequence of her looking back over her shoulder at Karsten then turning back around to find Adrian's gigantic cock once more looking her straight in the face. 

On his knees by her head, Adrian clearly wanted her to suck it some more. She immediately turned her face to him and accepted all she could of it into her mouth. Holding the back of her head in his left hand, he held her steady and mouth-fucked her for several minutes. 

I stepped back from the action and got a wider sequence of my wife being double- penetrated by the largest and smallest cock in what would later become an eighteenth-century room. 

Finally, Karsten had to cum. Holding Nancy's waist tightly, the little man drove into her asshole a few last times before shouting, "Oh, I'm cumming in your ass now, Nancy! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

I wondered about the "sorry." Since he was the only one of her fuckers who might be considered an actual friend, did he consider it rude to sodomize her like this? Was it an unfriendly thing to do? 

As soon as Karsten pulled out of her ass, Adrian pulled his big cock out of her mouth. Wiping her lips, Nancy said breathlessly, "Oh, you guys. We have to stop soon. I really have to, you know, get home to my husband." Gil and Glen, sitting below her in chairs, objected and said it was still early. She could call her husband and explain that she had to work late.

Karsten, pulling off his condom and washing his cock in the bathroom basin, shouted back at them, "No, we have to let her go home when she wants. That's the agreement." Good for the little guy. Sticking up for his friend.

I turned the camera back to the platform and saw that Adrian had pulled Nancy up to her feet and was talking quietly to her. Turning to me (with his large right hand resting possessively on her ass), he said, "She said she can stay a little longer. There's one more thing we need to do, sort of the ultimate in ravishment."

He bent down and picked up a condom packet from the platform. He then used his mouth to open it and handed it to Nancy. I brought the video camera in close and shot her going down on her knees and gripping his big cock in her right hand (which suddenly looked tiny). She then drew the end of it to her mouth, smiled up to him, and gave it a teasing lick before rolling the condom over it and down to about the middle of the thick, lengthy shaft.

Then she reached down for the container of Astroglide and applied it generously all over Adrian's cock and her vagina. As she did this, he pulled off his shirt and threw it down on the floor next to the platform. He had a well-muscled, tan chest and obviously liked to show it off. 

Karsten returned from the bathroom and took a seat down front with Glen and Gil. He had put his pants back on though Glen and Gil were still naked from the waist down. They probably thought they'd get another chance at my wife before long. All three guys still had their wigs on, though.

On the platform, in a maneuver that Adrian must've prepared Nancy for, he effortlessly picked her up so that she hung on his chest with her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his midsection. Holding her body in place with his left hand, he reached down with his right hand and guided his big cock slightly upward and into her just-fucked cunt.

Nancy gasped as he entered her and said simply, "Oh, my God!" Then, for perhaps fifteen seconds, she lay with the side of her head against his shoulder like a sleeping child being held by an adult. Skewered on his massive cock, she began groaning quietly. When he reached down with both hands and gripped her ass cheeks, I shot a wonderful sequence, shot just inches away from the two of them, of my wife's overstuffed cunt and her pulled-open, slightly red asshole.

Standing above us near the edge of the platform, Adrian continued to hold her up without moving. Apparently, he was letting her cunt, which had been fucked by Gil's and Glen's normal-sized penises, adjust gradually to his.

Then he kicked the mattress to the rear of the platform and, hooking his arms securely under her thighs, began walking back and forth near the front of it. It was an incredibly arrogant thing to do, parading back and forth with my wife impaled helplessly on his massive cock. Nancy reacted to each step he took with a little gasp or whimper. Walking must've made his cock move way up inside her in ways that were quite pleasurable. But whatever the exact cause, she was becoming more and more aroused as he paced back and forth while fucking her. I noticed, when he walked from right to left, that my beautiful wife had her eyes clamped shut and that she was grimacing.

This incredible show, this walking back and forth with my wife spitted on his cock, lasted for three or four minutes. Gil and Greg hooted and made obscene comments as Adrian made this ostentatious show of fucking my wife. And this incredible scene was having a strong effect on me. My cock was now throbbing with excitement and, for a few minutes, it was hard for me to concentrate on operating the video camera.

Finally, Adrian stopped pacing, stood still just above us, and leaned slightly backward. Facing us, he began raising and lowering Nancy's body, slowly at first, then more rapidly. Soon he was, in effect, jacking himself off with her. Gripping his neck tightly, and now almost out of her mind with extreme pleasure, she raised her head up and exclaimed, "Oh, yes! Give me that big cock of yours! Give it to me! Give it to me hard!"

Hearing this, Adrian began bouncing her body up and down on his cock even more rapidly. He kept this up for several minutes until my wife was almost screaming: "Oh, shit! You're going to make me cum with that big cock of yours! Oh, my God!"

But, with a loud grunt, Adrian beat her to it by a few seconds: "I have to cum now in your pussy! Can you feel me cumming in you? Can you?"

The guys, including Karsten this time, applauded and hooted some more. 

She didn't answer in words. Instead, her body tensed and she squealed one last time before collapsing with a deep sigh against Adrian's shoulder and hanging there as limp as a rag-doll. Her (third?) orgasm of the session, apparently her most intense, seemed to have come on and passed pretty quickly.

Glen and Gil applauded loudly from their chairs. Humorously, I think, Glen shouted, "Encore!" I quickly moved behind them and got a long shot of three wigged heads looking up at a large muscular man (also wigged) impaling a comparatively small girl on a huge schlong as she clung to him.

I didn't feel like applauding. I felt like fucking. 

Finally, he raised her off his still-hard cock and laid her back down on the mattress, which was now toward the rear of the platform. He turned his back on her then and, totally nude with his oversized cock leading the way, walked haughtily to the bathroom like a bull-fighter who's just made his kill.

I announced to the guys then that the session was over. Nancy, looking disoriented but absolutely gorgeous, sat up on the mattress looking at me. She stayed there as the four guys collected the parts of their costumes they'd shed and carried them into the house. Despite the coolness of the evening, they were half naked. Adrian was all the way naked. 

I watched them file into the house and walked over to where Nancy sat on the mattress. She looked up at me and said, "Oh my God, Cal. I've never felt so fucked before in my life. I'll need a little time to recover, I think."

I gathered up pieces of her costume and asked her if she wanted to put them on. 

Standing up on rather wobbly legs, she said, "No. I won't bother. Can you just carry them into the house for me?"

Saying this, she stepped off the platform (almost knocking over one of the floor lamps) and walked, still a little unsteadily, totally naked from the studio cabin to the back door of the house. Watching her beautiful ass as she disappeared into the house, I turned off the lights in the studio cabin and followed her into the house. From the dining room I could hear the guys asking her if she was cold, how she felt, if she was OK, and so forth.




My Wife's Costume Romp Ch. 04



When I entered the living room, I saw that Adrian and Gil were almost halfway dressed already in their street clothes. Karsten, his boyish body entirely nude, was gathering up all the male costumes and putting them in a cardboard box to return to his drag-queen friend. Glen, wearing only his jeans, stood embracing Nancy and rubbing her body to warm her still completely naked body. He took special care to rub her wonderful but cold ass.

I went upstairs and returned with the twenty dollar bills I'd gotten from the bank earlier in the day. Everyone but Nancy was completely dressed. Sitting on the couch, she had her jeans on and was pulling on her shoes. But she remained gorgeously topless. 

I gave Karsten, Glen, and Adrian forty dollars each and Gil twenty dollars. Technically, I owed Adrian sixty dollars because he'd "worked" an extra session on Monday night. But he had the good manners not to ask me for the additional twenty dollars.

Just as Nancy finally put on her bra, the guys came over to her for a final embrace. They invited her to join them for an after-function drink at a bar, but she declined, saying that I had to take her home at once to her poor husband. As the four of them left, Karsten and Adrian said they'd chat with her soon down at the gallery.

Nancy put on her blouse and coat then and said she'd like to go to a bar with me and unwind. She felt my half-hard cock in my pants and asked me if I could wait a little longer to have her. She wanted to be her best for me. Right then, she said, she felt like a mess. 

So we drove to a bar several miles away and had some drinks. We talked about what had just happened, of course.

We sat together at a table holding hands. "I'm not sure I want anything quite that extreme to happen again," she confided. "And I think I'm going to be sore. If I fucked Adrian very often, I think he'd ruin me. His penis really is too big, even if I did have a huge orgasm with him."

I asked her about the others.

She looked at me seriously. "It was a little confusing at times. Actually, though, I enjoyed them all. I came very close to having orgasms with both Gil and Glen. They're pretty good fuckers. And when Karsten was in my ass I had a little one. But I was playing with my clitoris at the same time." 

We sat quietly for a while, nursing our drinks. Then she continued: "The oddest thing was that I actually got into the submissive thing. I never thought I would. But, I have to confess: playing the part of a girl being abused by a group of men became very exciting to me. Having you there made it safe for me, I guess. And I trusted them enough not to really feel threatened by them."

We got back to the house at about midnight. The next day was Thanksgiving, so we didn't have to go to work. 

We lay in bed together for quite a while, masturbating each other and rehashing her experiences with the four art students. We agreed to watch the video I'd made tomorrow. Then, suddenly very horny, she climbed on my cock and began riding it. In less than five minutes she had a quivering, breath-taking orgasm, and I erupted soon afterwards up inside her. Then we fell asleep. 

One of my last thoughts was the consolation that I, her real husband Cal, was the only man permitted to shoot semen inside this gorgeous creature, my wife.