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                           When Hubby Likes to Watch
 
                            (Another Hot Wife Tale)
                                 By J. BOSWELL
 
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09/30/88 17:37 FROM: LADYHACK  Bonnie M   
 
      I've been here on the Pandemonium BBS for a while and always enjoy
reading the stories in the "Adult" files section.  I've also read "Penthouse"
and some other men's magazines on occasion. One thing I've seen in all of them
are stories or letters about how men just love to see their wives or
girlfriends having intercourse with another man (or even men!).  I just don't
understand it!

      I don't understand how a man can enjoy the woman he took to be his wife,
or "significant other," screwing with another man as he stands there and
watches.  The way I look at it, two of the three people involved are having the
MOST fun -- and it isn't the husband!

      What brought this topic up for me, was that over the weekend, my husband,
Doug, and I hosted a party and Doug's best friend wouldn't stop flirting with
me.  He'd had a fight with his wife, came without her, got sloshed by dessert
and chased me the rest of the night.  One time, he had me up against the
kitchen sink, feeling my boobs and trying to suck my neck, and in walks my
Doug.  Did Doug get mad?  Hell, no! -- he got an erection!  It was obvious.
Finally, he helped me peel his friend off me and we led him up to the guest
room to sleep it off.

      After everybody left and we packed his friend off in a cab, I asked Doug
about what happened in the kitchen.  He said he knew men liked looking at me --
at my face and body -- and it definitely turned him on to see them look.  When
he saw his buddy with his hands all over my chest and his face buried in my
neck, he said it gave him an erection that he could drive nails with!

      While we were making love, I looked up at him and asked him if he'd like
to see me screw another guy and his answer was "NO!" and then, "Ohhh... Yesss!"
as he came and collapsed on top of me.

      Over breakfast the next day, Doug tried to sluff it all off as just a
fantasy and he really didn't mean it.  I said I saw the look in his eyes, the
boner in his pants, and remembered what really made him come last night, even
if he didn't want to admit it.  I told him that it didn't matter what he
thought, I wasn't about to boff another man, whether he was watching or not!

      That's where I stand.  What I'm looking for, I guess, are some women's
responses to this type of situation.  What do you wives and girlfriends think
about this kink in our guys?????
 
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10/03/88  02:12 FROM: FREEANEZ free and easy

      My advice for those women who's husbands and boyfriends always want them
to flirt with, expose themselves to, or even fuck with other guys is: don't do
it if you don't wish to -- BUT, there are advantages to giving their husbands
EXACTLY what they want -- and then some!

      Let me explain.

      My husband, Steve, is apparently the typical "wife-watcher" husband.  He
gets a real kick out of seeing me flirt with and expose myself to other men.
When we go out, my typical outfit (at his request) is some kind of tight top
with no bra, and a short skirt.  I never wear pantyhose, and it's a special
treat for Steve when I don't wear any panties.  At first, this whole show
bothered me, because I was never comfortable with my own body.  In my mind,
I've always been 10-15 pounds overweight, but when I saw how men responded to
my large boobs, good legs, and ample bottom, the more the exhibitionism became
a definite turn-on for me, too.

      But, the exhibitionism didn't stop with my clothing.  Over the years,
Steve has arranged for the mailman and various delivery or repairmen catch me
naked, or near naked.  Several summers ago, on vacation, Steve begged me to
strip naked and masturbate in the car so the truck drivers could see me through
the open sunroof as they drove by.  During football season, I lost a little bet
about something with Steve, and to pay off I had to be the hostess at his
Sunday football "tailgate" party. While the game was going on, I had to keep
Steve and five of his friends supplied with beer and snacks while wearing my
"cheerleader" outfit, which consisted of a football mesh top, through which my
boobs were plainly visible and my nipples would sometimes poke through, a short
flared skirt, g-string panties and knee-high socks.

      All this showing off for Steve never led to extramarital sex -- it only
turned him on enough to make love to me.  But this all changed two years ago at
a formal New Year's Eve party.

      While I was busy dancing with various men (always Steve's request at a
party) -- all of whom were being very free with their hands since I was wearing
a black diaphanous gown with nothing but black stockings on underneath -- Steve
was happily drinking himself into a stupor and passed out even before midnight.
A couple of his business acquaintances help me get him to the car, and then
"gallantly" offered to follow me home and help me get him inside.  I had danced
with these guys earlier and I was pretty sure that their motives weren't all
that altruistic, but on that night, it was more than okay with me.  After years
of being a cockteaser, I was ready to find out the consequences.

      Dan and Dave had no sooner dumped Steve on the couch in the living room,
than they had me sprawled across our big coffeetable with my gown pushed up to
my waist and pulled down off my shoulders.  While Dan kissed me passionately
and played with my aching breasts, Dave dove between my legs and buried his
face in my pussy.  As his tongue teased my outer lips and flicked across my
clit, I realized I had been shortchanged for many years by just teasing all
these men.  Within just a few short minutes, I had a gut-wrenching orgasm,
better than any I had ever had with my husband.

      The three of us went into the bedroom, and for the next two hours they
made love to me while Steve lay unconscious and snoring on the sofa.  They
would take turns and one would fuck me from behind while I gave the other head.
When the cock in my cunt came, they would switch positions and another hard
cock would fill my pussy while my mouth went to work on the soft, wet one.
After they both came in me twice, Dave went down on me again, and ate their cum
out of my pussy until I had another explosive orgasm.

      That night completely changed my life.

      In the past two years, I've made love to more men than I care to count,
without Steve's knowledge.  My secret list includes the mailman, several
repairmen, and several anonymous men in hotel-bar pick-ups or group-sex
situations.  I have also made love with two women at large swing parties, and
while I enjoyed the sex (especially the way a woman eats me out), I don't seek
female partners the way I do men.  I guess I just enjoy the power I seem to
have over cocks.

      Also on the list is Steve's boss (who loves to suck my pussy when it is
filled with cum), many of Steve's co-workers, Dan and Dave many times, and many
of his friends, especially his "football cronies."

      Now, whenever Steve is out of town over the weekend (arranged as often as
possible by his boss!), his five "friends" all show up at the house and we have
a real "tailgate orgy."  The cheerleader takes on the team in every way
imaginable.  The fun usually starts with me giving each of them head, one right
after the other.  The guys all time the others, and the one who comes in the
shortest time is responsible for keeping the rest of us supplied with
refreshments until the other four guys are totally sated.  Only then can the
loser enjoy more of me.  If I'm no longer horny, he is out of luck for the day,
so you can imagine how much they hate to lose, since more often than not, I say
I've had enough just to tease him and drive him crazy after watching all that
sex all day.

      The hottest time I have ever had was one Sunday, just as I opened the
door for them, Steve called on the phone.  I signaled for them to be quiet, but
when they realized who I was talking to, they all stripped me and positioned my
butt over a large ottoman.  Then, all five of them took turns fucking me while
I tried to continue my conversation with my husband.  Talking to Steve while
being fucked by five of his friends turned me on so much, that after I finally
hung up, I told them I wanted as many of them in me as possible.  In a matter
of seconds, I was on the floor with a cock buried in my cunt, one in my mouth,
one between my tits and my hands wrapped around the other two.  I had never
done this before!

      Since taking control of my own sex life, I feel much better about myself.
I do what I want to do for me, and not because my husband wants me to do it.
I'm with you, "Bonnie M," I, too would like to hear more from women who have
turned (or wish to turn) the tables on their voyeuristic husbands or lovers.
 
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10/11/88 10:48 FROM: ROBYN  from Jenkintown

      I'd like to add another female's viewpoint to this interesting message.

      I am petit, but I also have large breasts for my frame, which have always
attracted guys.  Shortly after we were married, my husband got on the
exhibitionism kick by buying me sexy outfits that showed off my breasts to the
hilt.  More to please him than any particular need I felt, I consented to wear
these clothes around the house.

      Soon, he was snapping Polaroid shots of me in halter dresses and tops,
short-shorts, miniskirts, and bikinis.  Gradually, he induced me to pose in
filmy negligees.  After that, being topless or completely naked was a short
step.  Finally, he bought a camcorder and filmed me nude, caressing my breasts,
using a vibrator and masturbating -- all to his specific direction.  It was
such a tremendous turn-on for him and seemed like a totally harmless game for a
married couple to play, I never made a fuss about it.

      And, as I got more used to this scene, I began to enjoy it as a prelude
to sex.  All until I found out he was sharing these pictures and videos with
male business associates who gathered at our house once a week to talk shop.

      One night, returning home from shopping, I found my pictures spread on
the card table and my video on the TV, for his friends' enjoyment!  I furiously
bent down to gather up the pictures, in my rage forgetting that I was dressed
in one of hubby's favorite sundresses that allowed ample view of my cleavage.
Setting down his drink, my husband laughingly pulled me on to his lap and felt
up my nipples before the bulging eyes of his friends and then he raved about
how oversexed I was.  Reduced to tears, I struggled to free myself, only to see
how this amused everyone.  My husband tugged down the front zipper on my dress
and my naked tits spilled free.  With a final shove, I pushed free of my
husband and flew out of the room to their applause.

      Afterwards, when I had calmed down, hubby explained how proud he was of
my beauty and figure.  He said my pictures and videos evoked envy, not disgust
from his friends.  He is a born salesman and his glib tongue soon convinced me
not to be ashamed of my body.  He had already led me so far down this road, I
was too naive or dumb to stop him there.  After all, he was the man I loved and
married, how could he be thinking anything but the best for me?

      So, instead of being shy and staying upstairs, subsequent evenings found
me serving drinks to the group while I wiggled around the room, enjoying the
effect my body had on them.  My husband made it clear that I was only to tease
and never sleep with the guys, and I enjoyed teasing them so much, I never
thought about sleeping with any of them.

      One evening, months later in the summer, I was running around in a bikini
when my husband suggested I go topless.  I agreed and threw off my top while
the guys gasped and then cheered.  I admit, that like "FREE AND EASY" in the
last message, this was beginning to be a REAL turn-on for me.  Seeing me
flushed and breathing rapidly, my husband then suggested that the guys take
turns feeling my "firm body."  He said anything under the bikini bottom was
"off limits."  Just the touch of their fingers had me moaning, and just a few
more feels of my breasts had me shuddering as I tried to hide my orgasm from my
husband.

      As my husband made love to me later that night, I began to fantasize I
was making it with all of these men.  I knew I was ready to experiment.

      One night, soon after the topless show, I snuck off upstairs with one of
the men and he fucked me standing up against a wall at the top of the steps.
It was FANTASTIC!  I was soon making plans to meet the others and we would
sneak sex wherever convenient, usually at a local motel.

      The group stimulation only seemed to make me want more and more, so I
agreed to dance for a group of men at a stag party.  I dressed for the part and
went into a torrid strip before 20 guys. Afterwards, dancing nude with some of
them (they were dressed), I made arrangements involving four of them later that
night.

      I've been on business trips with my husband and his favorite game is for
me to dress up and act like a hooker and have him pick me up after I've been
ogled and hit on in the bar for an hour or so.  Afterwards, he tells me to stay
in the room while he concludes business, but I'm out the door right after him,
picking up guys in the bar and going back to their rooms (and even taking their
money to maintain the image!).

      Lately, I satisfy my urges at our Club, where I can easily attract guys
in my little tennis outfits and go off with as many as I want.  I have become
well-known with the golf and tennis pros, and in the club bar, where they all
know I'm a very willing partner.  I've even given a small group of young
caddies a real treat on a rainy day!

      I am happy, now, and could never be satisfied with just my husband.  Like
many men, he enjoyed showing me off like a trophy, but he isn't liberated
enough to accept any consequences of that. Yet, if he hadn't been the one who
got me started on this kick, I might just be another boring wife.

      So, would my sleeping around shatter his ego, or inflate it because of
all the men who want into my hot little panties?  At this point, I don't really
care.  I'm having fun.

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10/29/88 16:53 FROM: FLOWER  Daisy Petal

      I've really been fascinated with this discussion. Especially since my
husband and I just recently found out, totally by accident, that he enjoys
seeing me flirt with other men.

      I love my husband very much, and I could never be unfaithful to him.  So,
we have worked out a "safe sex" version of what you other women have been
talking about.

      My husband and I were on our way to go dancing one night at a hotel
lounge, and as we drove up to the parking lot, his beeper went off.  He told me
to just go on in and get a table, and he'd make his call from the lobby.  I
entered the club and got a table, and within a few minutes, was asked to dance
by a very good-looking young man.  Bob, my husband, walked in and of course had
no idea where I was sitting since he saw me on the dance floor, so he went over
to the bar and sat down.  When the song was over, Bob started to meet me at the
table but another man, asking me to dance, beat him to it.  I turned around and
saw Bob approaching, but he just smiled and shrugged and returned to the bar.

      After I sat down, Bob came up to the table and asked me to dance.  As we
danced he told me that he was getting very horny watching me slow dance with
other guys and knowing that they wanted me.  He said he'd sit at the bar the
rest of the night, and I could enjoy all the attention.  Well, hearing this
started my motor running.  The thought of flirting with all these men while my
husband sat back and watched was SUCH a turn-on I could barely stand it!

      I must have danced with ten different guys that night.  Some of them even
cupped my ass and whispered in my ear.  They whispered things I had forgotten
about since I'd been married. Every once in a while, Bob would dance with me
and I'd tell him all the things the different guys had done and said to me.  I
could see and feel the bulge in his pants and I could feel my own wetness from
all the attention I was getting.  That night, Bob and I made love three times,
and each time it drove him crazy as I told him about the guys begging me up to
their rooms and the things they said they wanted to do to me.  When I told him
how much those men turned me on, he would come immediately.

      We've been back to the club several times.  Pretending I'm a single
woman, I dance close, pressing my body tight against all the men I dance with.
I love to feel their hard cocks.  My husband loves to watch the guys run their
hand over my ass.  The men get bolder as the evening goes on, and I've even had
three reach down the front of my dress and squeeze my braless breasts -- right
on the dance floor!

      I have to admit it -- I love dancing with all of these good looking guys,
having them paw me and nibble on my ear and neck as my husband watches
everything.

      The last time I went dancing I was afraid I may have gone too far for
Bob, when I actually kissed a guy on the dance floor, but Bob smiled and winked
at me.  Feeling braver, I spent several minutes on the parking lot -- locked in
a passionate embrace with that guy when I left.  Later, when we were making
love, I told Bob how wet it made me and how good it felt to bury my tongue in
the guy's mouth.

      We both love our little exhibition game and try it at least once a month.
I love the attention from all the men, and Bob loves to watch me turn other men
on.  The more I flirt, the better he likes it.  I don't think we'll go much
further than this, but it's very exciting knowing your husband is watching you
strut your stuff and loving every minute of it.
 
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11/05/88 22:06 FROM: MARYANNE  on the loose

((((((((Before I tell you my story, let me just say to "FLOWER" that she is
headed for trouble -- in two possible ways.  She may not always be lucky and
dance with the apparent gentleman she has been fortunate enough to meet, so far
-- OR she could compare her last night out "dancing" with her first night and
figure out where she and Bob are headed.  "FLOWER," if you're reading this --
be careful!  Remember, nobody likes a cockteaser.)))))))

      It's funny that "FREE AND EASY" mentioned New Year's Eve in her letter,
because that was the turning point in my sexual life, too.  I've been dying to
tell someone about all this and this is perfect!

      Now, let me slow down and back up to the beginning:

      First of all, from the earlier messages, I detect a pattern. The wives
all appear to be good-looking and well-built, and not all that experienced
(sexually) before getting married.  Well, I fit that description perfectly.  In
my teen years I won several beauty contests, but stopped winning as my height
didn't keep pace with my bust development, and I no longer had that long and
lean look.  I dated in high school and college, but I was very much what you
would call a "good girl."  I married my husband, Tom, while I was getting my
MBA.

      For years, Tom did everything he could think of to get me into sexy
clothes.  I had no problem wearing them for him, but I didn't feel much like
"advertising" out in public.  Tom loves me in stockings and garterbelts,
low-cut blouses, high heels, and shorter than short miniskirts.  On the few
occasions I did allow him to dress me and we went out (usually while on
vacation), I felt like a call girl on display.  Wherever we went, men always
turned and stared, and Tom loved every moment of this coy, femme-fatale
performance.

      Because of Tom's career, we entertain quite a bit, and there always seems
to be men around the house.  I first noticed my husband's "preference" at a
party, over two years ago.

      Almost EXACTLY like "Bonnie M" in the first message, a friend of Tom's
had been making a pass at me while Tom was out of the room.  He had me in the
corner and was relying on me to keep my humor as the hostess, as he tried
several time to kiss me. Finally, he pushed away my arms and pinned me to the
wall, reaching into my blouse and squeezing my breast.  Tom walked in and saw
what happened, but he stepped back out of the doorway and watched!  I finally
gently kneed the friend in the crotch and nothing further happened.  Later that
night, Tom mentioned that he had seen what happened and was not furious, but
pleased.  When I told him I WAS furious at him for not helping me, he told me
to loosen up, that it was just harmless fun.  He said that it was a compliment
to me -- and to him -- that our guest had admired my beauty so much that he
couldn't help himself.

      A month later, we were hosting a pool party and I went down to the
freezer in the basement for more ice.  Again, one of the guests followed me and
started getting overly friendly.  He was behind me, with his arms wrapped
around my bare stomach, when I noticed Tom watching us through the window.  I
allowed the man to caress my breasts, and even to pull my bikini top down.  I
fully expected Tom to come charging into the room and break us up, but he
continued to watch.  My new friend sucked my nipples and then placed his hand
inside my bikini bottom.  I couldn't believe this!  I wanted to see just how
far Tom would allow this to go before stopping this.  The man slowly inserted
his finger deep inside my pussy and I opened my legs wider, to give him the
freedom to do whatever he wanted.  I really got scared that I had let it go too
far when he lowered his trunks and was ready to fuck me.  Fortunately, someone
yelled for ice and we immediately separated.  My husband never mentioned the
incident and I was angrier with him than ever before in our marriage.

      One night, Jerry, the friend from the indoor party, was over the house.
We were having a ball, mixing batch after batch of margueritas "to get it just
right!"  Tom suddenly announced that we were out of limes and he would run to
the store for more.  I knew this was a lie, but said nothing, and as I
expected, Jerry said he'd stay and "protect" me.  Tom left in the car, but
apparently parked down the street and walked back.  Jerry had already gotten
fresh, again, and I suggested we go into the den, "where we could be more
comfortable."  We sat on the sofa and kissed and caressed each other for at
least five minutes, until I excused myself to "go to the bathroom."  Instead, I
snuck out the garage door and peeked around the corner of the house.  Sure
enough, there in the shadows, was Tom looking through the den window.  I know
now that it was an irrational, immature decision, but at that moment, I was
determined to force my husband's hand. I wanted to make him as mad as he was
making me.

      Soon after I returned to the sofa, Jerry removed my blouse and then my
bra.  He sucked my breasts for a long time and I was turned on as well as
angry.  Jerry was losing control as he laid me down on the sofa and removed my
skirt and panties.  I was certain that this would cause Tom to call an end to
his fun and storm in.  Jerry started licking my pussy, and I was losing
control, too!  I had never expected this thing to go this far! Now, unable to
calm Jerry down, I tried to stall for time.  He was ready to fuck me, and there
was no way I was going to let him do that.  I was really in a fix!  I forced us
both up and took his penis in my hand, wanting to masturbate him to orgasm.  He
gripped my head in both hands and forced his penis into my mouth, pumping in
and out.  Suddenly, he erupted and shot a huge load of semen all over my face.
I used this as an excuse to go to the bathroom to clean up, and locked myself
in there until I heard Tom return.  Again, Tom made no mention of this
incident.

      Things were quiet until Christmas.  During the Christmas season, Tom has
a special game he plays when we host a party.  He hangs a bunch of mistletoe
over the door into the rec room and makes up a special batch of "Courage Punch"
(it's almost straight booze, and after a few dips into it, you get all kinds of
courage!).  As a couple meets under the mistletoe, they have to kiss -- but the
trick is not to be the one that breaks the kiss. The "struggle" is good-natured
and in fun and the one who breaks away must down a cup of punch.  The crowd
watches and cheers the kissing and the winner, boos the loser, and chants as
the loser chugs the punch.

      We had seven couples and one stag man over that New Year's Eve, and by
midnight, I had already broken away from two men.  I was feeling no pain when,
a little after midnight, the single man caught me under the mistletoe.  He
began kissing me very passionately, so I teased him back by running my tongue
in and out of his mouth.  Everyone was cheering to see who would stop. He put
his hand inside my low-cut cocktail dress to feel my breast and the crowd went
wild.  I saw Tom cheering, and yelling for the man to keep going.  In an effort
to make him pull away, I reached down and pulled the man's zipper open.  The
crowd laughed and then roared as the stranger bent me slightly backwards and
started pulling the hem of my dress up.  I almost pulled away, then, but when I
saw the gleam in Tom's eyes, I became determined to continue.

      The hem of my dress continued up until it was at my waist, fully exposing
my stocking-tops and panties to everyone.  We still didn't break and I didn't
know what to do to stop him.  His hands pulled my panties off my hips and they
fell to my ankles, baring my pussy to the crowd.

      Suddenly, there wasn't as much cheering and I finally realized that
things had gotten too far out of hand.  I tried to pull away, but the man had a
really tight grip on me.  Before I finally got free, he managed to get his
finger slightly into me.

      Immediately after that, four of the couples and the rest of the wives
left.  Three husbands and the single guy stayed.  After we escorted our guests
out, Tom kissed me, told me that I was wonderful and that he had enjoyed every
second of my "act."  That was the last straw for me.  The switch was thrown!

      Walking back into the rec room, I deliberately positioned myself under
the mistletoe again, and one of the four men began to kiss me.  When he reached
behind me and unzippered my dress, I let it fall to the floor and stepped out
of it.  I broke the kiss and went to the punchbowl, not bothering to dress.
After the drink, another man pulled me under the mistletoe.  Off came my bra,
and down went my panties again.  There I stood in my sheer black stockings and
high heels, nude for the men to view.  The four men surrounded me and took
turns kissing me and caressing my body.

      Tom took the mistletoe down and put it on the back of the sofa.  One of
the men pushed me back on the couch, dropped his trousers and attempted to
mount me.  I looked at Tom one last time.  He was cheering the man on and I
opened my legs and let him enter me.  He reached orgasm very quickly, and when
he stood and pulled his pants up, I just laid there with my legs spread wide.
One of the other men quickly looked at Tom, saw his smile and lowered himself
down onto and into me.  When he was done, the last two guys took their turns
fucking me.

      The whole time, Tom sat there and watched.  I looked over at him as the
third guy was coming, "This is what you wanted me to do all along, isn't it?"
He nodded and smiled.

      We lost some friends that night, some of whom have not spoken to me
since.  Tom later admitted he had "enticed" his friends to hit on me over the
years by telling them that I was an "easy lay" and liked it.  Well, now, he's
right -- I AM an easy lay and I DO like it.

      The four men who had intercourse with me that New Year's Eve have called
me on numerous occasions and I have had sex frequently with them over the last
two years.  I've also balled three of the four husbands that left the party
early that night. I've been with men singly and in groups and I think I prefer
the attention I get in the group scene.  I don't know if Tom still watches or
not, and I don't care.  I'm sure he does on occasion, but it doesn't matter to
me whether he's around or not when I decide to have my fun.

      Today, I enjoy a much more liberated sex life and freely go with whomever
desires me.  Tom doesn't complain, and neither do I.  Shouldn't every wife give
her husband exactly what he deserves?
 
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12/14/88 23:41 FROM: HOTSHOT  always ready

      I really enjoyed reading the messages on this subject.  I'm sorry to see
no more women have added anything in a while.  Do you want to hear what a
husband feels like -- when what he thinks he wants isn't really what he wants?

      First of all -- what's wrong with a husband or boyfriend wanting to show
off his wife or girlfriend?  Maybe it is a little like showing off a trophy,
but I can always feel my chest swell when I catch men looking at my beautiful
wife (28, 5'6", a very hard 38D-26-36) with obvious lust in their eyes.  I love
it. They know she is MY WIFE.

      During our eight years of marriage, I often fantasized about watching my
wife, Ellen, make love to another man.  She just shrugged me off until one day
this Spring.  She came home from work very excited and told me that her boss,
Harry, had made her a fantastic offer.

      Now, Ellen is about as ambitious a woman as you'll find. She started at
her company as a secretary and over the last few years, by getting degrees and
working hard, she was the highest client rep she could be at the local office.
Her next big move would be downtown, to the headquarters building, but openings
there are few and far between.  Harry, her regional director, has always liked
Ellen, and Ellen has always been friendly in return, but their relationship has
always been professional.  That day, Harry called Ellen downtown to his office
and told her that if she would go to bed with him, he could guarantee her
promotion to headquarters within the month.  Ellen came home and told me and
said that if I agreed, knowing about my fantasies about her, she would do it.
Maybe I should have thought about it more, but I immediately agreed.

      On the appointed night, Harry (a short, weasel kind of guy, about 50)
showed up exactly on time.  I was hidden in our bedroom closet.  Ellen and
Harry had some drinks and some small talk, but Ellen said Harry was in a big
hurry to get at her, so she led him upstairs to the bedroom.

      Ellen undressed and sprawled invitingly on the bed.  Harry disrobed
quickly, and I watched with mounting excitement as he wildly kissed and fondled
my wife's great body.  Soon, he buried his balding head between Ellen's legs,
as she moaned with delight.

      Normally, Ellen is silent and only mildly active in bed with me.  I was
shocked to see her brazenly encouraging her boss to suck her hard-nippled
breasts and beg him to screw her wet pussy with his short, stubby little penis.
I gaped in astonishment as Ellen strained to experience the fullness of his
thrusting while clutching his hairy body in abandoned fever until, minutes
later, both exploded in the uncontrolled ecstasy of their mutual orgasms.  This
was a very different Ellen in bed from the one I knew for all these years.

      I waited for Ellen to make her usual dash to the bathroom but, instead,
she rolled to face her exhausted boss and slowly began to fondle and kiss his
freshly spent cock.  Something she had never performed for me.

      Her tender attentions slowly reawakened Harry's tool, making it erect,
again.  My shock deepened as she boldly mounted her boss with a cry of lust.  I
know my jaw dropped because I had never seen her behave with such passion!  Her
talents and energy were rewarded as Harry let go with another loud orgasm
inside of her.

      After a short rest, Harry dressed and left.  Ellen was just closing the
front door when she turned and saw me at the bottom of the stairs.  I didn't
have time to say a word to her before she wrestled me to the floor, ripped my
shorts down my hips and mounted me for what was the best fuck of my life.

      Since that night, Ellen has "entertained" Harry numerous times, sometimes
with me home and watching and sometimes not. She enjoys her new job and the
numerous perks Harry is providing. Tonight, at Harry's suggestion, she is going
to "entertain" Harry's boss.

      I guess I still get a bang out of watching Ellen submit her body to the
intimacies of another lover, but I wonder if my fantasies may have been better
just as fantasies.  I feel a little jealous, because Ellen is loving this so
much more than I am.  She gives herself so wantonly, always doing something new
with these lovers that we've never done before, and obviously loves feeling
another cock invade her body.  I think it's really slutty on her part.
 
                           .........................
                           (C) J. BOSWELL, March 1990

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