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

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

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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.

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

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an improved version, I think...

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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.

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Her first show for me...

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

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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.

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The end of the story...