Thirty years ago when my wife was young and pretty and sometimes silly
 

This is a new series. A story of some playful sex and some not so playful. Inspired by some things I saw and elaborated based on things I heard.

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Excerpt:

Thirty years ago when my wife, Annie, was young and pretty and sometimes silly, before we had kids and debt and workdays that we hated, she was easily coaxed to do things that I wanted her to do and which nowadays she would never admit to have done, and which I think my kids would be shocked to know their mother had done.

But you see we were all young once and there was a time when curiosity and sexual arousal and drinking could make a very strong intoxication, and if she was a little embarrassed that was part of the thrill, and she’d endure the embarrassment for her love of me, and for the sake of her own pleasure.

Second Installment
 

Excerpt:

So this led to the first serious time that I coerced her to put on a “show” for me. The first of several until she refused to do anymore.

This first time was an obvious ploy for me to play on Annie, because she was still sexually intrigued by my friend, whom I will call Gary.

Gary had been my friend even before he was hers. I had known him since I was a teenaged boy, and in fact he had joined me in peeping into our neighbor girl’s window more than once. He always claimed he saw more than I did, swore he saw her take her bra off, but I did not believe him. He lied about things like that a lot.

Gary had dated Annie before I did, as I said, and of course he had tales to tell, about what she let him “do” and what she let him “see.” But that was a long time ago. Gary was not guy to get a lot of girls, in truth. But I knew he still had a “hard-on” for Annie. For that matter, a lot of my friends did, trying to cop a feel when we were drinking together. And she being the only girl in the crowd and a “good sport” and being the only married woman they knew, made her a great attraction. If other girls they knew might refuse them because they were virgins, they did not have to worry about that with her, and—hey—if she got pregnant, who is to know who the daddy is? Somehow too the idea that she was regularly fucking meant she was available to fuck, even if she was married. What’s another fuck to a married woman who gets fucked all time? That was the mindset, I think.

So Gary was at her often, she admitted. And so were the others. It was something of a thing to talk about among them. There were some exaggerated stories. But Gary had had some success to brag about and particularly the idea that she willingly gave him a blow-job and, he claimed, swallowed it, that was the like Holy Grail of sex—to find a pretty girl to do that, who enjoyed doing that, who swallowed it—that was the what each wanted more than anything. Forget falling in love. If my wife would suck them off, she would be their favorite girl.

very sexy story
 

thanks milkman....what a dream girl she must have been...wonderful

fourth installment
 

Excerpt:

The consequence of her “show” of course was the expectation that she would do it again. I knew that. I wanted it.

And of course it encouraged Gary to expect her to fuck him or suck him off again. The other “boys” now talked about “doing it” to her as well. Gary’s friend, Jon, who looked at Annie as a trophy to win, also was reinforced in his expectations and set about his own schemes to get what he wanted, one way or another.

Some of this I did not anticipate.

Late in the flow of these events, after she and I both became disillusioned with our “adventures,” Jon came to the apartment with two strangers one afternoon, while I was at work. Annie warily let him in and he simply bullied her to cooperate. She did not tell me of this incident until much later. She was truly ashamed of it. She had willingly taken off her shorts and shirt for them and let them take encouragement from her responses; they had cajoled her that much.

But it ended in disgust and dismay for her. They took turns roughly fucking her with her underpants dangling at an ankle where Jon had finally jerked them down to her feet, her bra dangling about her waist where he’d jerked it down to free her tits for groping. They took their turns fucking her from behind, while they mocked her for her submission but held her against her will on her hands and knees on the carpet in the living room; and while one fucked her over the back of her, one held her and molested her tits, and the third one crouched over her face, holding her head tightly, and fucked her in the mouth. They repeated this brutal tag-team on her for hours and hours until she was exhausted and they had spent every fluid ounce of cum they could, feeding it to her swollen mouth or shooting it up her sorry c*nt.

This degradation was the last of these “adventures” for Annie.

But, as I say, for the most part this summer was not sinister like this until the very end. Then, as I say, we had both become disillusioned and Annie eventually would never speak of it, not even recall the good times.

Still, I remember it all mostly fondly.

photo simulation--peeking at Annie fucking the boys
 

Through the window it looked like this... she knew I was watching...

fifth installment
 

Excerpt:

I expected they would take the opportunity to fuck her if she was presented as a likely possibility to be fucked. But my first efforts to entice them, or rather hers, were met with awkwardness. They did not seem understand what she hinted. Even necking with Gary on the sofa, while she sat between them, all of them watching her, even his lifting her nightie as he kissed her, exposing her belly, her pussy to them, even lifting them to her tits, did not get them to join in. No one else touched her even as she was half-naked.

She finally told me she thought she’d just have to come out, strip in front of them, and tell them they had to fuck her, or they never would try.

But before that happened, something else broke the ice. It was the third try. Once more in her nightie, once more all of us drinking, once more I yawned and called it a night, then crept out the window to watch them, hoping they would fuck my wife.

The usual fooling around started, this time she turned away from Gary who was feeling her through her nightgown and started kissing Jim and put his hand onto her naked thigh and he did not need much encouragement to slip a finger into her, as I could see.

But Gary got up to make another drink for himself and others and found and announced they were out of whisky. He said they should go get some before the liquor store was closed. But Annie was the only one who is twenty-one, so she would have to go in and buy it, but she wasn’t dressed. She smiled, pulled her nightie down, Jim sitting uncomfortably with his unsatisfied erection, and said: “Let’s go.”

This was lark. My nearly naked wife out on the road with them, going into a liquor store near closing time in an almost see-through nightie. They all would go. Before I could get back to the bedroom they were gone. I ended up sitting on the sofa waiting for them to return. It seemed to me that they took a very long time. I was not worried exactly, but felt gnawed by some jealousy, which was really strange, because I could crouch outside and look down at her naked and kissing and fondled and watch her suck a guy’s cock and take a lot of sexual satisfaction in it, but I worried thinking she was on her own doing it, without my knowledge (and consent) stripped naked, fondled, and sucking cock.

photo simulation--peeking at Annie playing with the "boys"
 

If the "boys" had a polaroid camera, this would be one of Annie's favorite pictures....

photo simulation--peeking at Annie stripping for the "boys"
 

If I could look over their shoulders....

sixth installment
 

Excerpt:

None of them, except Gary, came over for a few days. It seemed odd. But then I think that Jim and Bill at least felt ashamed and worried. Gary and Steve now had shared the same girl and it was a constant topic of their conversation. But Steve felt uncertain about his feelings. He was in love with Annie. He was uncomfortable seeing her taken by other men and he did not like the way Gary talked about her.

Gary of course tried putting moves on Annie, but she pushed him off. I saw him a couple times trying to talk to her or touch her when I left the room and so on. But Annie really did not want to. The truth was she only gave herself to him because I wanted to watch. However, she was very fond of Steve and very affected by his endearing affection for her; his tenderness, his sexual fascination for her made her yield to him with warmth and pleasure. Steve could seduce her, and did seduce her several times over these weeks. But Gary had no attraction to her and that must have been frustrating for him.

On the other hand, she was truly intoxicated with group sex. She felt no real attraction to any of my friends individually—except for Steve perhaps with whom there was this brief mutual infatuation—but if the group of them got into the mood for some sexual fun, a little drunk, a little steamed up by suggestive play, a little naughty with undress and so on, she loved to do it with them all. And too, as she explained it to me, the feeling of several of them wanting to excite her, of the several hands feeling her at once, of the several mouths on her body, of kissing them all with abandonment, that was a magnitude and kind of sexual pleasure entirely different than making love with any one man she loved or wanted. This was not about wanting anyone; this was about wanting all of them.

photo simulation--Gary's fuck fest
 

On our own bed while I was at work she sucked and fucked several...

photo simulation--peeking at Annie stripping for the "boys" in polaroid
 

For those who prefer.... here is the stripping scene... where she drops her "nightie" for the "boys"

seventh installment
 

Excerpt:

The irony of all of this is that this is same motel which I used to set up the last group sex session I made Annie do, and in a room identical to the one she met her “lovers” in, But this time she could not say: “You will never regret what you will do in this room.”

My idea to see her fuck strangers was intriguing to me. And that she was willing to do it heightened my excitement.

In part the idea of strangers appealed because I thought it gave me back my control. It made her more subservient to me. Doing it with my friends had become something that I could not control; and obviously she could and would do it anytime she wished. My jealousy became a factor. I had told her. She was surprised and a little annoyed about those feelings, since it had all been my idea in the first place.

I think it worried her—doing it with strangers—and that she agreed to do it for strangers should have worried me too. But I was too swept up in the fantasy. In an odd way I wanted her humiliated by them. I wanted her submissive to them. In an odd way I wanted her to be ashamed and sexually coerced. I think my jealousy actually made me angry with her and this was a punishment. I am sorry to admit it. I did not really want hurt to her.

For her part, as I know now, she agreed because she was ashamed of her secret fucking. She thought she owed me this. She thought she should do something for me, since she was “cheating” on me. And too, it was like things we had done before. Fantasy play-acting had been part of our sex games. We had play-acted **** and bondage games. She had always enjoyed it a little rough. This sex game was just one or two steps up the rung of the same ladder. So maybe—or so I told myself—this idea was not too extreme, and besides I thought I had it all well planned out. The men I had picked up were strangers to me too, and they were “traveling” men—out-of-towners, I believed—so they would not likely encounter her in her day-to-day or mine either, and so would not likely cause either of us any embarrassment ever. The whole thing should remain anonymous.

As I said, the irony was that it would take place at the same motel where Annie met with George and his friend. It was at that bar and super club where Annie had met George the first time that I met the men I picked up for my sex game. I had chosen it intentionally. I knew the motel catered to “traveling” businessmen and I presumed such men were susceptible to my kind of overture. The motel was notorious for “hook-ups.” The motel clerk would treat anything that happened as none of his business.

photo simulation--Annie presented to strangers at the Motel
 

Her hands were tied behind her back by her own bra...

photo simulation--peeking at Annie stripping for the "boys"
 

an improved version, I think...

eighth installment
 

Excerpt:

While Annie recovered, some attending to her, helping her to sip a drink and feeling her tits at the same time, Buzz began to orchestrate the events. The men were all undressing. They were remarkably comfortable, I thought, with exposing their erections to other men.

By contrast my friends had felt awkwardly about showing off their erections. They had mostly kept on their undershorts, if they were not doing it to her or getting sucked off.

These guys seemed used to this, and it seemed to me they had done things like this before, gangbangs with some pickup. Most of these guys got completely nude except for their stocking feet and walked about unselfconsciously, getting beers, talking, looking at my naked wife and commenting. All except for the one who was going to leave early. He kept his shirt on.

So anyway in spite of some embarrassment I looked at their dicks with some curiosity, imagining them doing it to her, and I saw that she was also taking glances at their dicks as well; I am guessing also thinking the same thing I was, but from her own point of view. I really wondered about that. How did she think of them? Some of them—actually most of them—were not really very stiff, like the “boys” had been, whose dicks hard as wood stuck out and up and almost never got limp. But contrast these men kept feeling themselves to keep themselves ready (or because it felt good; I kept touching myself too).

But Buzz had a long prick and his, by contrast to the others, his was stiff as the boys had been: it stood up like theirs had, like a stick of wood. He was obviously proud of it. And Annie’s expression, looking at it, showed fascination and anticipation. I admit he made me uncomfortable how he swaggered and how she looked at it.

They settled back to places where they sat. Buzz stood before her, holding a fresh beer, admiring my naked wife; his proud randy dick, at the level of her eyes presented itself to her and she could not resist looking at it and he grinned.

He looked over his shoulder and said to one of his friends: “Toss me that pillow…”

Buzz dropped the pillow to the carpet in front of the end of the bed and taking another swig from the beer, put down his bottle; then helped Annie to get to her feet and she seemed confused but said nothing and then she understood as he pressed her to kneel on the pillow in front of the end of the bed.

“You go first…” Buzz gestured toward the man who said had to leave early. He eagerly slipped in front of her and holding his dick in one hand put his other hand on the back of her neck and guided her forcibly to lean and rudely popped the head of his dick into her reluctant mouth. She did not immediately close her eyes. Her eyes darted, and anxiously caught my own.

photo simulation--Annie blows Gary on the Sofa
 

Her first show for me...

photo simulation--Annie kneeling and sucking cock in motel
 

Taken by her reflection in the dresser mirror of the motel...

ninth and final installment
 

All good things come to an end.....

Excerpt:

Buzz said: “Yeah, it’s a small world,” but added, “But that changes nothing.”

“You pay, you play.” He nodded at Annie. “Go ahead…. Give her a feel.”

One of the other men meanwhile had come back to the room with a damp washcloth and had knelt behind Annie and was wiping her between her thighs and wiped her between the buttocks.

The cook felt her tits. Annie looked him in the eye and he said to her: “You look great.”

The other two men grinned and soon joined him in feeling my wife’s tits and fingering her.

She said nothing to him. He repeated: “God damn…”

Meanwhile the first ones to fuck her had pulled on their undershorts and stood drinking beers, watching her being molested. A general conversation filled them in on what had already happened. Sucking off five. One had left, they explained. Three had fucked her. Now it was time for the new guys. Before their own encore.

Buzz was still naked and his dick was thickening and beginning to stiffen upright. Buzz said: “We can use the table here…” and he went over to swing the chairs away from it, and positioned them so that they were set, one on either side, facing into the room.

Buzz declared: “I’m going first…. To break her in.”

His friends knew what to do. The three new men were interrupted in their sexual fondling of Annie and she was taken away to the table.

The curtains open, the hanging light shining on her, she saw herself naked in the reflection on the window, forcibly drawn by these two men in their undershorts, brought to the table, touching her mid-thigh. They held her there, waiting for Buzz, giving him an over the shoulder glance, while Annie stared at her naked self in the window. She also saw the new men looking at her naked body in the reflection. She saw also my gaze.

Buzz went to the bathroom and came out with a tube of KY Jelly. I immediately understood what was intended. Annie did not. Annie had not heard about KY Jelly. I knew about from stories about faggots. What they were about to do I had never done to her. I had never thought of doing it to her.

photo simulation--Annie leaving the motel naked...
 

The end of the story...