My Hot Wife (from The 70s)We were both in our 20s when we were first married and my wife Cathy was a beautifully sexy lady, with long dirty blonde hair, great legs, and a fabulous set of 38d ****. I was jealous of any man who talked with her, though she never gave me any reason to be. I knew that she wasn't a virgin when we married, but I didn't want to think of her with anyone but me. We had a fabulous sex life, and were very close in all ways. After about a year of marriage I began to wonder about her sex life previous to me, and approached the subject very carefully, as I didn't really understand why I was so curious, and also didn't want to awaken any desire in her to be with her past boyfriends again. However, it grew to the point where every time I was ******* her I would think about her ******* an old boyfriend. When she sucked my ****, which she enjoyed a doing, I would imagine that it was a previous lover's **** that she was enjoying.
Soon I gathered the courage to ask her about her past while we were in bed together, and she was very candid telling me about the men that she had ****** and sucked in the past. She even shared the fact with me that she had enjoyed other women a time or two. She knew how much I grew to love these tales of her past and would whisper one adventure or another in my ear, as she rode my raging ****, or I would be between her legs lapping up her sweet juices. She enjoyed hearing of my escapades as well, and would *** quickly and with fervor as I desribed ******* someone from my past, especially if she knew the woman.
I started to encourage her to dress more provocatively, at first among strangers and finally around my friends. This from a guy who was blindly jealous just a short time ago.She always accomodated my requests,and was game for whatever. We would often go to a restaurant near our house before returning home for a hot **** and suck session. She would wear something sexy, sometimes a short skirt with hose and a tight or nearly see-through blouse that would show off her magnificent ****. It would drive me wild to see other guys trying to get a better view up her skirt or just ogle her from afar. She was quite accomodating and would often give them an "accidental" peek up her skirt as she entered or exited a booth. This drove me insane because I knew that she would only do this if she liked the way a guy looked or carried himself.
Fast forward a little, and remember that this was well before the days of the internet. We started buying swinger's magazines "to just look". We would get worked up looking through all of the **** and ***** shots featured in these magazines, and would fantasize about sharing with another couple. Soon we were responding to some of these ads and the first time that we sent polaroids away to people that we didn't even know it was breathtaking and cause for some marathon ******* and sucking sessions, as we eagerly waited for a response. In the meantime we started to look among our friends for a couple that might be open to such an adventure, often bringing them into our fantasies, but none of them actually seemed up for the game, or perhaps we were chicken to bring it up.
I had a friend Steve who often spent time at our home, enjoying some herb and conversation. He was single and the ob
OK, so you guessed, soon we were talking about bringing Steve to bed with us, but I didn't know how to bring it up to him, so I left that to her. I came home one night and she said that she had talked with Steve that day and he was ready whenever we were. I didn't know how she had approached the subject, and quite frankly didn't want to know since we were all so close. My stomach went into knots as I realized that our fantasy was now on the table, as someone close to us knew our secret. Along with the knots came a raging hard-on, and soon we were in bed ******* like rabbits.
Steve came over Saturday night, and my wife was dressed to **** under her silk robe. Her make-up was perfect and I had never seen her look so beautiful. We all knew why we were there, so after a smoke and small talk, Cathy made her way to our bed on the other side of the room. She motioned to Steve to come join her and he did. He took my beautiful wife in his arms and began to passionately kiss her, as she moaned in delight. She was in heaven as she reached between his legs and began to rub his crotch while they kissed. Soon she was unbuckling his pants and freeing his ****. I loved watching her with another **** in her hands finally. She moaned even louder as she wrapped her small hand around his throbbing ****. He had his hand between her legs and was massaging her wet ***** as they continued to kiss. She got to her knees and shed the robe, she looked beautiful in her dark stockings, garter belt, and black half cup bra, as I said earlier, she was dressed to ****. I had felt her ***** earlier and knew that even before he had arrived her ***** was drenched with anticipation. I had often wondered how I would feel if this moment ever truly arrived, and I had my answer, I was hard as steel as I watched them together in our bed.
She pushed him back on the bed and removed his jeans, as his **** stood straight up. She wrapped her hand around his **** as she knelt on top of him, then lowered her mouth to taste this new ****. I could see the glistening juices of her ***** as she began to take him deeper into her mouth, sighing with satisfaction. I went to our bed and began rubbing my **** against the incredible warmth of her *****. I had never seen her this wet. She pushed back as to encourage me inside her, but I wanted my friend to go first, since he was our guest. Instead I got behind her and began to tongue **** her beautiful *** as she sucked our friend.
I realized that I was missing out on what I wanted to see most, so I lay down on the bed beside Steve to watch. I watched as she gave him one of her incredible blow jobs, licking his shaft, licking the head, swirling her tongue and then taking as much of his big **** in her mouth as she could, all the while telling him how much she loved to suck ****, and his was perfect. He told her that she had better stop or he was going to shoot his load down her throat. With that she climbed up on top of him and guided his stiff **** into her waiting *****. She rolled her eyes and sighed with pure pleasure as she slowly slid down the length of his **** until she had every inch of him inside of her. I watched as she rose up and down on his big **** and ****** him like the pro that she was. He lasted all of three minutes before he was pushing up and pumping his load inside of her. The feeling of a strange **** pumping it's load into her made her scream with pleasure as she had a glorious ****** of her own.
The was the beginning of a fun filled and glorious night. The first time that I shared my wife Cathy. Unfortunately I she died a few years later and since then I have never been able to find a woman with the same interests that she and I shared. I'm sorry that this got so long-winded, but I do hope that you enjoyed reading this as much as I have enjoyed sharing it with you. Perhaps I will do a part two soon if there is any interest.
Thanks for reading.