Date: 10/28/2017, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Group Sex, Group Sex, Reluctance, Voyeur, Wife / MILF, Author: Hanzo, Source: sexstories.com
I am not the author of this tale. This story was submitted many years ago to Xaviera Hollander at Penthouse in her column, "Call Me Madam." It remains in my mind one of the hottest stories I've ever read. I’ve read a number of letters from men who enjoy watching other men make love to their wives. I wonder if you’ve ever received any letters from these “wives” and hear their side of the story. My husband has always encouraged me to dress in sexy outfits. My dresses had to be cut low to show a lot of cleavage, and my hemlines had to be higher than the current fashion. My underwear had to be black and of lace, stockings had to be sheer, pantyhose were forbidden, and see-through clothes were a must. When I went out I felt like a hooker on display. Men always turned to look and my husband (I’ll call him Jim) loved every minute of this coy, femme fatale performance. We hosted numerous parties and other men were always over at the house. I first noticed the trend years ago when another man made a pass at me. He’d kissed me very passionately and had his hand down my low-cut cocktail dress, feeling my breast, when Jim walked in. Jim then stepped back out of the doorway and continued to watch. The incident went no further. Afterward, Jim admitted that he’d seen us, and rather than being furious, he was actually pleased. The man had had been so taken with my beauty that he couldn’t help himself. One day we held a pool party. We’d run out of ice, so I went into the shack to get some ... more. One of our guests followed me inside and started becoming overly friendly. I noticed Jim peeking in from the side window, and decided to see how far he’d let us go. The man kissed me several times. I allowed him to remove my bikini top, and to caress and suck my breasts. He then lowered my bikini bottoms, and slowly inserted a finger deep inside of me. I opened my legs wide, giving him full freedom to do whatever he wanted. He lowered his trunks, but before he could penetrate me, someone started yelling for the ice. Jim never mentioned the incident. After that, I started noticing that there was dirt on Jim’s shoes. Searching around the house, I found footprints in the soil by our bedroom window. Evidently, Jim had been watching me from outside the house. A few weeks later, the same man who’d made a pass at me was over at the house. We were all drinking and having a ball when Jim suddenly announced that we were out of Scotch. I knew it was a lie, but said nothing. As soon as Jim left, our guest began to get fresh with me. After making out on the sofa for a while, I told him that we should move to the bedroom where we could be more comfortable. As he kissed me, he removed my dress and my slip. I excused myself to go to the bathroom to freshen up, but instead went around back. I saw Jim hiding in the bushes outside our window, peering in. I wanted to see how far he’d let the man go. I returned to the bedroom, and we kissed and caressed each other. He removed my bra, and ...