By
RWHWife
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I promised my husband, Tim, that
I would tell you the story from my point of view. Hang
on to your britches, it's a wild ride.
Tim and I were married 8 years
ago. We met in the usual college way, a party. Full
of horny guys and gals. The boys outnumbered the girls
at least 5 to 1. Sometimes that's good, sometimes bad.
This night it was bad. To make a long story short, Tim
rescued me. I drank way too much and was in the company
of some less than honorable guys. He knew them all.
Knew how they were. I'm glad he stepped in.
But...
I've always had a healthy appetite
for sex. My fantasies get rather wild and over the years
I have grown comfortable in sharing them with Tim. I
trust him. Still, there was one fantasy that I never
shared with him until about six months ago. It's a fantasy
I have carried with me for over eight years. One that
I thought I would never share, even with him. The fantasy
of what might have happened that night if Tim hadn't
rescued me.
They say that every woman wants
to experience a gangbang at least once in her life.
Whether she'll openly admit it or not. In my case, if
fantasies counted, I've had a thousand gangbangs. Don't
mind admitting it as long as I'm not talking with my
mother :). It's the desire I have most always have when
I am at my horniest.
Six months ago things were at
a sexual peek between Tim and I. I've learned that he's
happiest when daily things take on a sexual overtone.
Don't have to "do it", necessarily, but sexual
innuendos during normal daily things keep his fire burning
and the biggest smile on his face. Tim was continuously
going out of his way to romance me. He was being so
attentive and so kind and sweet. I've changed over the
years. Eight years ago I would have thought "Men
will be nice as long as they think there's a possibility
of sex.." Today I think, "So what, hell -
enjoy it!" That's how men are. He loves me. He
shows it in many ways. I've given in to his sexual one-tracked-mind
and grown to enjoy it.
We had a busy day. We didn't
work, either of us, but went grocery shopping, did things
around the house, yard work, ran errands, things like
that. He asked me to run one last errand and promised
me that we'd go out to dinner afterwards. The errand
was to run to the post office. We live about fifteen
miles from town and the mailman doesn't deliver. (remind
me to tell you about my 'mailman' fantasy some time
:).)
There were a few bills, a magazine
& a key in our box. The key was to a bigger PO box.
In it was a rather large box addressed to me. I didn't
order anything. Hmmm. I opened it right there at the
counter. A beautiful silky black dress and a card from
Tim. The card said "Rescuing you is the only thing
I've ever done that I'm really proud of. Will you have
dinner with me?" I melted. He is so adorable.
I rushed home and wrapped my
arms around my hero and told him I loved him. Kissed
him and got that dizzy feeling. Nothing special about
the kiss, but the moment, you know, it was one of those
moments. I was lost in him.
The night began.
We went to dinner. Lovely, classy
kind of place. He spent way too much money. Drank more
wine than usual. Afterwards, a walk along the beach.
I was sure I knew what Tim had in mind. We've shared
some pretty adventurous nights at that beach. He knows
so well how to put me in the mood. Sometimes I think
he knows me too well. He was loving and gentlemanly,
yet persistent. Tim enjoys putting me in slightly dangerous
situations. Things like getting me buzzed and then walking
on the beach in just my panties. Late at night there
aren't very many people around. If they're there, many
of them are lovers like us. It's hard to make them out
usually, even if they pass just five feet from you,
most of the beach is very dark.. The next day you'd
never be able to pick them out of a lineup. That's Tim's
favorite line if I put up any protest. He used to carry
my clothes in case I needed to get dressed in a hurry.
Not anymore. Now he takes pleasure in leaving them behind.
It's riskier. I've grown to like it too.
We strolled along, not a care
in the world, and began talking of sexual things. Next,
off came my new dress. As we walked, he stroked my shoulders
lovingly then softly ran his hand down my back until
he found my panty clad butt cheeks. Tim's an ass man
from the word go. He'd leave his hand there for a long
time. He had an erection. I didn't feel it - couldn't
see it, didn't need to. I just knew it. If taking my
dress of didn't make him hard, putting his hand on my
ass surely did.
We passed several other couples.
Couldn't make them out, but could tell they were at
least clothed. We know that they could tell that I was
not (giggle). My panties were white. It was obvious
to them that other than those, I was naked. Tim didn't
care. I did. I cared a lot that night. I loved it. I
was really in the mood for it.
We walked a mile or so. I was
soaking wet with desire. Tim knew it. He stopped me
and turned me towards the water. The moon was pretty
and the stars were bright. I stood there frozen at the
beauty, feeling the warm ocean breeze blowing against
my body. It felt wonderful. I love getting to this stage
of arousal. I surrendered myself to him. Put my trust
in him. Surrender of such things is wonderful. To trust
another, so much, is euphoric.
He kissed his way down my back
as he lowered himself to his knees softly stroking my
body on the way. He nibbled and kissed my ass through
my panties. He'd stay there for days if I'd let him.
I said he was an ass man. More like an ass worshiper
(giggle).
I loved his touch and the breeze through my hair and
against my nipples. I was dripping wet by the time he
pulled down my panties to run his tongue down the crack
of my ass. My back arched when I felt his warm tongue
brush over my hole. I pushed back against it. Soft wet
strokes of his tongue, the view, the breeze, the intoxication
from the wine. A little taste of heaven. The only thing
I wanted more, was to feel his hardness slip into me.
Time to stop being ladylike. I wanted to be fucked.
Time to tell him so. I love foreplay and Tim is generous
with it, sometimes too generous.
"I want it Baby... your
turn to get naked... I want your hard cock" I told
him.
He smiled..."Mmmmm. I'm
glad you feel that way. I promise tonight you'll get
lots of hard cock tonight."
I thought he was saying how horny
he was. Well, he was, of course. But that's not what
he meant by "promise tonight you'll get lots of
hard cock."
He licked and sucked and nibbled
my ass a while longer. I squirmed all the while. I loved
the feeling. Still - I wanted a hard one in me. And
I wanted it soon.
I pulled away from him. He protested...
"I'm ready Tim - I want
cock. Are you gonna give it to me or not!"
"Be patient Love"
"No way Baby - I want it
n-o-w." I resorted to my sure fire line. I jutted
my bottom lip in a pouty way... "I'll be your little
whore Baby... Anything you want, just take it."
"Anything?"
"A-n-y-t-h-i-n-g" I
replied.
"I'm glad to hear you say
that Sweetie." He took my hand and started pulling
me back in the direction of the car.
"What are you doing! Where
are we going?! Damnit - I want to feel you inside me!!"
"To find you some nice hard
cocks" I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Wait - Wait - what do you
mean "find me some nice hard cocks"?
"You said a-n-y-t-h-I-n-g
- remember?"
(nervous giggle) "Yes..".
Along the way he would stop and
embrace me. Kiss me. Fondle my butt and pull me up tight
against his bulge. The floodgates opened. The bright
moonlight made my wet inner thighs glisten as I walked.
I trusted him completely - but
this was w-a-y outside anything we'd ever done before.
I knew right away what he was doing. I was going to
fuck other men tonight. My heart raced. I didn't think
I could possibly get any wetter. Wrong. I got wetter.
He grabbed my new dress along
the way. He didn't let me put it on until the very last
second. I was nervous - we were so close to the public
area of the beach. It was well lit. I was completely
naked. My panties were back a couple hundred yards.
There for a jogger to find in the morning.
"Where are we going?"
"Remember Frank?"
"Frank? Frank w-h-o?"
"The Frank that built our
garage."
"Yes, I remember him."
"You also remember how hot
you always thought he was?"
"Oh no - what have you done
Tim? Yes I remember he was nice looking."
"NICE LOOKING!?!? Isn't
that an understatment?"
"Well, yes, I guess it is"
(giggling)
"No more questions."
He opened the car door for me.
Was that it? A 3some with Frank? God he was a sexy man.
A "man"? I never really considered him a "man."
He young and looked even younger than he really was.
He built our garage to make extra money when he was
in college. That was two years ago. Thought he'd have
finished college and moved on by now. I wondered so
many times what it would be like to be with him. I brought
him cold drinks a hundred times. I remember blushing
at my thoughts of him at first. Before long I thought
of him when I used my favorite vibrator.
"Can I ask one more question?"
"To late. We're here."
Tim said as he pulled off the main road and up to the
Sheraton. He handed me one of those magnetic keys.
"Room 209. Go get some of
that cock you've been wanting Baby. It's 9:30. You have
an hour. Frank knows what time to have you back down
here."
"Oh no. No way! You're coming
with me!"
"You said a-n-y-t-h-I-n-g"
He said with a confident sexy grin and tone. "I
want you to enjoy yourself Baby. Let go."
He saw I was nervous. As soon
as Tim said the name Frank, possibilities began running
through my mind. But "none" of those possibilities
involved being alone with him. They were all about a
3some. Tim pulled out his vile. We did coke now &
then. He knew it would do the trick. I knew it too.
"You're soooooo bad Tim!"
(big smile)
" Not Bad Sweetie - just
prepared"
"Are you sure about this
Tim?" I leaned towards him, put my arms around
him, kissed him softly, looked into his eyes for my
answer... "You're sending me off to have sex with
another man, and you're okay with it? You actually want
me to do this?"
"Don't be soft with me here
Baby..." He pushed me back a little and handed
me the vile of coke. I took a full spoon and snorted,
then another. I waited for the euphoria... "I'm
not sending you to have sex with another man... I'm
sending you to Get Cocked. I Love you. I want this night
for you. I want you to enjoy every minute. I'm sure
that you want it. I'd like you to admit it to me before
you go. ."
"Don't be soft?"
"With our words..."
"You mean you want me to
say things like..." I leaned towards him again,
put my arms around him and whispered... "Do you
like the idea that your wife"
He interrupted... "My hot
sexy wife..."
"Do you like the idea that
your hot sexy wife, your wet horny wife, is about to
feel another man's naked body against hers?"
"Yes, I do..."
"Does it make your cock
nice and hard to think about what I'm going to do with
him?"
"Yes, it does..."
"Do you realize how much
I'm going to enjoy it Tim? Do you know how many times
I've fantasized about putting his rigid cock into my
mouth and sucking it, licking it, feeling it pulsate
in my throat?"
"That's why I chose him
Baby..."
"Then off I go" I said
with a huge devilish smile. I pressed my fingers to
my lips, then to his... "Trust me on this, before
you get to the end of the street, his pants will be
down around his knees and your wife will be on hers..."
He smiled. Opened the vile and
took some for himself. "I know Baby, and it turns
me on to think of it. I'm going down the road to get
a drink. I'll pick you up in about an hour. I Love you..."
I gave him a naughty smile, undid
the top button to my dress, and stepped out of the car....
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