My Wife Carla
My wife Carla looks like any ordinary, suburban woman. She's 28, just
over 5 feet tall and 105 pounds, wavey light brown hair about shoulder
length, full lips and big dark eyes. She has what I would consider an
above average sex drive but usually within the boundaries that most
women set or have established for them by society. We live in a small,
relatively conservative community, but that doesn't usually stop Carla
from dressing attractively, sometimes in a very revealing fashion.
Just a few weeks ago, I was walking home from a corner store and there
was Carla watering some plants in our front yard while in a short
black and white casual dress. She bent over several times revealing
her white panties to any passersby who happened to look her way from
the street. Sometimes I mention seeing her flashing the world just to
find out if she's even aware of what she's doing. Most of the time,
however, I get my own little personal thrill by it and keep quiet.
I guess as the years have passed, I have also seen enough men notice
Carla. It usually makes me feel good to know that so many men find her
attractive. But I also know that most men would jump on any halfway
decent looking woman in a second if allowed, so it was no wonder that
many heads turned when Carla walked by with her tanned, athletic body.
Anyway, with each and every gawking came a feeling of wanting to see
how far Carla would take it. Wherever we were in public, I'd let her
know -- not that she usually needed me to tell her -- who was watching
and when. We purposely set out on some days to tease the hell out of
some guy or guys. She'd dress in something that prominently displayed
her best assets -- a tight, small butt and firm medium breasts. It was
quite a thrill for me and an enormous ego boost for her. She'd get
pretty daring at times. One of our favorite tricks is to go shopping
for shoes. She'd wear the shortest of skirts and usually light-colored
panties that were often wet with anticipation by the time she sat down
for a fitting. The last time we went, she didn't wear any underwear.
When the salesman went to slip on her shoe, she extended and lifted
her leg so that her cleanly-shaven pussy was in the direct line of
sight of this young guy who nearly missed her foot when he went to put
the shoe on her. It was both funny and exciting to see his expression.
Carla just gave him a sexy smile while I pretended to be looking at
some merchandise across the room.
It was that last incident that got me thinking about what it would be
like to see Carla actually seduce and have sex with another man. But I
also knew that that was crossing a very dangerous line and that if our
marriage were to survive, it would have to be handled in a very
delicate manner. I wasn't even sure I should mention it to Carla
directly. So for months, I dropped hints to her of my fantasy hoping
that she would pick up on it and just arrange it some how. Then one
day, she called me at work and asked me to come home an hour early
because she had a surprise for me. She said she was nervous about it
and hoped it was what I wanted. She said to be very quite and to come
through the back door of our house and to slowly walk towards the
livingroom without saying anything. I followed her instructions in
hopes the surprise was what I had hinted for. It was.
There on the couch was a guy we both knew and liked, Mike, from a
business we deal with often. Mike is about 30 years old, and very
well-spoken and well-dressed. He's educated, physically fit and has
always had a little twinkle in his eye for my wife. Carla was parading
around the living room preparing some finger food and mixed drinks.
She was dressed very casually, however, in jeans and a T-shirt and
seemed to be pretending that this was a half-social, half-business
meeting. When she finally saw me staring from behind a doorway, she
winked at me as to say "Is this OK?" I winked back that it was. I
later learned that she didn't want to dress too suggestively just in
case I nixed the whole thing. Their conversation was a little tedious
as I was anxious for Carla to change the tone and make a move. But
after about a half an hour, Carla inched her way closer to Mike
on the sofa and the conversation got more personal. At one point, Mike
joked about something and momentarily placed his hand on Carla's thigh
as people will do at times. When he went to remove it, Carla grabbed
his wrist and placed it back on her upper leg and said something about
people should touch each other more often. This was it -- the
beginning -- and all of a sudden my heart jumped. Less than a minute
later they embraced and began kissing. Mike reached under the back of
her white shirt, exposing her back to me. He stopped for a second to
say he was concerned about me showing up, but Carla reassured him it
was OK and reached into his crotch, through his pants then climed onto
his lap while still kissing. It was happening so fast. My blood raced
and thoughts of interrupting came to mind more than once. Mike now
slipped his hands down the back of her jeans. Then he broke from the
kiss and unbottoned her pants while Carla removed her T-shirt. She
wasn't wearing a bra and Mike began immediately nibbling on her tits.
A few minutes later, she dropped to the floor and pulled off Mike's
pants and underwear to expose a massive cock that I am sure she wasn't
expecting. There was Carla, bare-chested, with her jeans dangling
around her ankles and panties pulled up her crack by Mike who tugged
on the material as she swallowed him whole. All of this occurring
within a few minutes of Mike touching her thigh and it was astonishing
to watch Carla perform.
Mike laid back, continuing to tug on Carla's panties as she rocked
back and forth with his cock plunging into her mouth. The panties
looked like a thong now. My wife then began reaching back and
frantically played with her swollen pussy. She occassionally gagged on
Mike's cock but worked it hard. She really looked like she was
enjoying the challenge and exhibition of it all.
Eventually she stood up and removed her panties. Mike guided her back
down to get on all fours on the floor so that he could begin eating
her pussy from behind. She was facing me and I could see her every
expression as this man worked his mouth into her from the rear. She
kept throwing her head back, and sometimes gritted her teeth. A few
times we made direct eye contact, but I had to be careful not to be
spotted by Mike. Carla dropped to her elbows and perched her ass up
high. Mike was still rock hard and asked if she was ready. Carla
yelled ,"Go ahead give it to me, just give it to me hard and fast."
Mike positioned his cock to enter my wife from the same rear position
which was great since I could see that initial expression of pleasure
on Carla's face. As he worked his way in, Carla gasped and pounded the
floor with her fist. Mike got hold of her hips and pulled her farther
onto him. When he plunged all the way into her, Carla let out a
scream, then began getting into the rhythm of the act. They screwed in
that position for a few minutes, then Mike leaned back and Carla kind
of went back with him as she now almost sat straight up on him,
still facing me. His hands were all over her tits and I could see how
erect her nipples were as he pinched them. I could also see his cock
sliding in and out of her from this position as she rubbed her clit.
She continued to moan, perhaps more than she has with me, and rode him
for a few more minutes. Carla asked if she could finish him orally.
She spun around and kind of moved him a little so that I could see
them in profile during the finale. It didn't take much for him to come
and when he did, Carla evidently didn't pull him out of her mouth fast
enough and ended up taking a portion of his load in her mouth and the
other portion on the side of her face and neck which I could see
easily. I could tell it was plentiful because Carla strained to keep
the come from overflowing from her mouth onto the floor. I was further
surprised to see her swallow. Although she claims to love the taste of
a me, I thought that was a fairly intimate, if not whorishly
dangerous, thing to do. But she gobbled it up.
Afterwards, Mike left and I was able to come out of hiding. I had this
need to physically and emotionally inspect Carla. She had put her
panties and shirt back on. But I was so horny that I almost
immediately removed them while asking her questions about how it was.
At first she was reluctant, but there was no denying that she really
liked it. She said she got off on the performance aspect as much as
the physical pleasure. I saw her pussy still damp and raw and traces
of cum in her hair. As I fingered her, I could tell that she had just
had something massive inserted into her. I fucked her on the couch to
see how she'd feel on my cock then finished, like Mike, by coming in
her mouth as I rammed my dick down her throat while she threw her head
back over the arm of the sofa. She swallowed all of my cum and sucked
out the last drops.
I had mixed emotions the rest of the night. Carla showered away most
of the external evidence. As the weeks passed, however, the urge
struck a few more times. Carla seduced Mike again. But then she
decided to expand on her fantasies and went after a variety of other
men, including our 18-year-old lawn boy and a wealthy, but older
executive. In all, over the space of a couple months, Carla fucked,
sucked or seriously fondled eight near-strangers. Each time, except
twice, I secretly watched and once I participated. The teen-ager she
did fairly spontaneously while he was working one day. I got a call at
my office, but couldn't get home. I gave her permission to go for it
if she promised to tell me of all the details. That time with the lawn
guy, even though I didn't see a thing, was perhaps the hottest as most
of the what happened was left to her vivid description and my
imagination. The way she told it was that this guy Tim was putting
down some lime on our lawn while she worked in the garden. It was hot
as hell that day. She was noticing his young firm body. And he
apparently had his eyes glued on Carla who was wearing black running
shorts and a bikini top. The kid was kind of nervous and awkward in
his behavior. Carla invited him in for a lemonade. Tim was trying to
act all macho and bragged about all his girlfriends, but Carla sensed
a lot of insecurity. Under her shorts she had on her bikini bottom.
Right in mid-conversation Carla removed her shorts and asked Tim if he
wanted to jump in the shower with her to cool off before returning
outside. Tim said he didn't have a bathing suit or shorts; just his
jeans. "So, take 'em off... come on," said said as she grabbed him by
his bicep. When they got to the shower, Tim was still a little
reluctant. "OK, to make it fair, here, I'll remove mine." Tim's eyes
nearly popped out of his head, she said, as he stood there looking at
Carla, first bottomless, then topless. He soon followed. Once naked in
the shower, Carla's hands were all over Tim. She said she dropped to
her knees and sucked him hard and long. At first he wasn't getting
hard, but she kept working his cock and eventually got him erect by
sticking a finger up his ass. Once hard, he became much more
aggressive and began fucking her from behind while standing under the
water. When I got home, I found Carla laid out on a lounge chair
sunning in the backyard with a look of contentment on her face.
We have backed off a little lately and have gone back to just some
out-of-town teasing and flashing. We were afraid word was spreading
and might have ill-effects on us in the community we live and where
she is a teacher. Most of the men Carla fucked have been content with
the one or two lays they got, but Mike is constantly looking for more
of my wife's sweet pussy and that is becoming a small problem. Carla
has also agreed to let me fuck another woman, as long as she could
watch. That hasn't happened yet and will be more difficult to arrange
I suspect, but I think will help balance things out a little.
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