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My Wife, the Party Treat

2022-08-31 00:00:03

My wife and I were not sexually precocious. The first time we kissed anyone was at the senior prom, when it was part of the ceremony. We kissed each other. When we attended the same university we occasionally dated other people. Usually we dated each other.

We did not make love, because my wife wanted to save her virginity for her wedding night. That was fine with me, because I assumed she was saving it for me. I was right. Our first time the evening of our wedding was the most delightful experience I had yet enjoyed. By then, however, we had practiced the agreeable preliminaries with each other, so we both knew what to do.

For the first year of our marriage we usually made love several times a day. We practically would have enjoyed spending all of our time naked, and in bed.

However, honeymoons come to an end. After several years sex between us began to become routine, despite the fact that my wife was any man’s dream. Her beautiful face was the most obvious part of her beautiful body. From her large firm breasts with the pink and perky nipples, she tapered to a taut stomach, and narrow waist. Her hips were beautifully rounded. They framed her smoothly shaven vulva. That consisted of a slight mound, a well defined slit, and no clit hood. Her thighs were slender and athletic. Seen from behind her bare bottom looked almost like a Valentine heart. The backs of her knees were delightfully dimpled.

I had every reason to be appreciative, and was. Nevertheless, I was surprised by fantasies of establishing a Ménage à trois with my boss, whom I admired. I could not understand why, but the thought of those two having sex together began to excite me. I thought it was best for it to remain a fantasy. If I discussed it with my wife, she might think I was falling out of love with her. The truth was that my love for her was becoming deeper and more profound.

From company parties and picnics I could tell that my boss was attracted to my wife. Nevertheless, without my wife’s approval I had nothing to offer him. Moreover, our company was experiencing extensive layoffs because of the economy. I did not want my boss to think that I was trying to incur favor with him illicitly. I wanted my job security to be due to hard work. As the youngest member of his group, and the most recently hired with no experience at all but a college degree, I felt the need to prove myself. Finally, he was married.

Consequently, when an important project was behind schedule, I volunteered to work late one evening to complete it. I called my wife, and explained the situation to her. She understood, but I knew what the urgency in her voice meant.

I finished the project sooner than I expected, and drove home. When I got there I was surprised to discover my boss’ car parked in front of our house. When I got inside it was obvious what was happening in our bed room. My boss had used my diligence at work as an opportunity to seduce my wife. At the age of twenty-five my wife was having sex with her second man.

I was unsure of how to respond. I had every right to play the role of the jealous husband. I could almost certainly get my boss fired for this. Perhaps I would get his job. That would have been hypocritical. It may have ruined my marriage. My fantasy was being achieved. I have to admit that I was aroused by my wife’s squeals of delight.

I sat in the living room and waited. I considered leaving quietly, and returning in two hours. However, before I left, they opened the door and walked out. My boss had put his clothes back on. My wife was completely naked. When she saw me, she ran back into our bed room, and closed the door. My boss smiled at me. “Don’t get angry at your wife,” he said. “She tried to resist. But when I asked permission, she gave it to me. I wanted to do this for a long time. Your wife is delightful. You’re a lucky guy. How did the assignment go?”

“Better than I expected.”

“Great. See you at work tomorrow,” he said before leaving. His words belied his nervousness, but his body language and the tone of his voice revealed it.

When I went into our bed room my wife had put on a bath robe, and was crying. “Go ahead and divorce me,” she said. “I deserve it.”

“I don’t want to divorce you,” I said. “Do you know something? For at least a year this has been a delightful fantasy of mine. I did not tell you, because I thought you would be angry at me.”

My wife stopped crying, and showed the beginning of a smile. “Really?"

“Really. Tell me how it happened.”

My wife began. “At work I was feeling really sexy. I could hardly wait to come home to make love to you. Your call was a real disappointment, but I know that your job is important. After your call I took off my clothes, drank a few glasses of wine, and waited for you in the living room. When I heard a car drive up I thought it was you. I wanted to surprise you at the door, completely naked, and surprised your boss instead.

“He walked in, and held me gently, but you know how strong he is. I could not get away from him. He kissed me several times. I shook my head back and forth, saying, ‘This is wrong. Please let me go’. The wine and the desire I had been feeling for you went to my head. When he asked permission to have sex with me I did not want to anger him because of the layoffs. I hoped that I would be able to strengthen your job security without you learning about it.”

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked.

“Yes. I know that sounds terrible, but I did.”

“I am glad. If this happens again, don’t do it if you don’t want to, but don’t feel that an obligation to me stands in your way.”

“I’ll remember that,” my wife said. She walked over, and kissed me. “I love you so much,” she said. “I don’t deserve a husband like you.”

“Sure you do,” I said, removing her bath robe. “Right now I’m so excited I might shoot into my under pants.”

“Don’t do it there,” my wife said, feeling my erect penis. “Do it here,” she said, while fingering her slit.
We did. I was too aroused to last very long. After enjoying a most loving period of afterglow, we did it again. My wife lost track of her orgasms.

The next day my boss called me into his office, told me to close and lock the door, told me that the customer had just called, praising the completed project, and asked, “Are you going to tell HR?”

“No. Believe it or not, this has been a fantasy of mine.”

My boss was obviously relieved. “Did she enjoy it?”

“Yes. I told her that if this happens again she should do what she wants to do. You and I know what she wants.”

The next day my boss called me into his office and told me to close the door. “I don’t mind telling you how relieved I am that you are not going to HR about this. I told my wife. She feels the way about it that you do. She would like to have you and your wife over for dinner this Saturday.”

“I will have to ask my wife, but I am sure she will look forward to it as much as I do.”

That Saturday, when my wife and I drove to my boss’ home, my wife wore nothing under her clinging dress, which she left unbuttoned in front, revealing the most delicious cleavage. My boss and his wife were at least ten years older than we were. My boss’ wife is an elegant and charming woman, who knew exactly why we had come, and who was obviously looking forward to it too.

During a well prepared dinner and a superb wine, my boss regaled us with the most intimate details of his seduction of my wife. These included the fact that when he entered my wife’s vagina it was thoroughly lubricated, but she was crying softly, whispering, “I always tried to be a good wife.” His wife smiled knowingly at my wife, who was blushing and looking down, even though she enjoyed the retelling of their encounter.

“I am so glad you let him,” my boss’s wife told mine. “He works so hard. He needs this from time to time.”

When dinner was over, my wife was glad to sit on my boss’ lap. He took his time, kissing her, praising her loveliness, and only gradually unbuttoning the rest of her dress. When my wife was completely naked, he stood up, unbuttoned his pants, and removed his erect penis. “I am glad it is so big,” I said. “I always wished I could fill every part of her vagina.”

My boss sat in his chair. My wife sat facing him, spreading her thighs. After he entered her she told me, “You are the only man I will ever love, but it does feel delightful that he can go so deeply into me.”

Soon, my wife was loving it. When her face revealed the rapture of her first orgasm I said, “I wish I could have taken a photo of that.”

“My husband has always been a good lover,” his wife said, “I know the difference between a good performance and a bad one because I have talked to my friends. I love it when he tells me about his conquests. They are for fun. He married me.”

When my boss finally shot his semen into my wife’s vagina, he said, “Yes! Yes!,” and grunted a few times as he squirted his last drops against her cervix. My wife laughed musically, kissing him again and again.

When my wife and I drove home I had to be careful not to exceed the speeding limit, because I was in a hurry to fill my wife with my own life’s fluid.

After that I shared my wife with my boss on a regular basis. Sometimes we would take turns with her. Sometimes I would watch them together. Sometimes they would spend the weekend in another city. When they did his wife, or I would drive them to the airport, and pick them up again. I would have enjoyed a tryst with his wife, but I knew without asking that she was off limits.

My job was secure, but that was not the point. My boss loved it. My wife loved it. I enjoyed it for reasons I could not understand.

Several months later my boss told me that a co-worker was getting married, and asked if we could have a bachelor party at my home, with my wife serving as the hostess. I told him I would ask my wife. Of course she agreed. Several days later he showed up at our house with a package. “I bought you something to wear for the party,” he said with a mischievous grin on his face.

My wife opened it to discover a nearly transparent shift that would only come down to the top of her thighs. She blushed. “You don’t want me to wear this in front of all those men, do you?” she stammered.
“Yes, and I am sure they do too. Put it on. Let’s see how it fits.”

My wife went into our bedroom. When she came out her panties and bra clearly showed through the shift. My boss held her gently, kissed her, and said, “My darling. I do not want you to wear anything under it for the party.” Then he removed my wife’s panties, lifted the shift over her, and unfastened her bra. As he led her into our bed room she looked back at me with an expression that said, “Here we go again.”

My wife closed the door to our bedroom. Minutes later her delighted squeals demonstrated that she was enjoying her love making session with my boss. I was pleased because I knew she would make an excellent hostess for the party.

When the men arrived for the bachelor party they could hardly believe how alluring my wife looked in the shift through which they could see her nipples, and even the slit in her vulva. As she passed the drinks around they held her, kissed her, and fondled her under her shift. She giggled, and playfully pushed them away.

After the drinks began to do their work, my wife produced a CD, and a large fan, and said, “When I was at college I took a course in modern dance. Let’s see if I remember how to dance to Maurice Ravel’s Bolero.

Because she liked to dance to the Bolero when alone with me, I knew she could remember. She danced to the sensuous strains of the music, moving her body along with the movements. At times she covered herself with the fan. At times she closed the fan, and used it to frame her charms. Sometimes she would clap her hands together in time with the music. Finally she removed her shift, and danced completely in the nude. The volume of the music increased with our desire for my most desirable wife. Sometimes she lay on the ground, moving her hips, as though in coitus. Then she would stand up, rotating her body slowly and looking at each of us invitingly.

When at last the music finished, she bowed to enthusiastic applause. My boss held her, kissed her, put his arm over her shoulder, and told the men, “I must tell you about this most delightful creature. She has only made love to two men. I am the second. As your boss it is my privilege to go first with her. Then she will give pleasure to the guest of honor.”

This time my boss removed all of his clothes, revealing a body he kept in shape at a health club, and his impressive phallus. “That is certainly the size a leader should have,” one of the men said, as the others laughed. My boss and my wife made love as they had at his home, facing each other in a chair. Fortunately, this time was briefer. I was afraid my wife would lose her lubrication before she was finished with the guests. I need not have worried. She bought some for the party.

My boss was followed by the man who was going to get married the next day. His penis was not as thick as my boss’, but nearly as long. It curved upward. My wife was delighted with it, although she had never seen him before. The other men voiced encouragement.

When they were finished, my wife went into our bathroom to clean the semen out of her vagina, and apply some artificial lubrication. When she came out she said, “I will accommodate the rest of you guys on our marital bed.”

This was going even better than I expected. My wife was loving it. So was I. So were the guests. I never thought I would tolerate, much less enjoy something like this. I was filled with a delight I could not explain. Although my wife had initially been reluctant to wear the revealing shift, especially with nothing under it, it was her decision to buy the lubrication, to dance to Ravel’s Bolero, and to remove her shift while dancing. She had planned this. It was as enjoyable to her as she had expected. When she finished her dance our guests could see that her vagina was dripping with lubrication.

The remaining men removed their clothes, and stood around our bed waiting for their turn. I reflected that I had not seen so many penises since taking showers after gym class in high school. They were various shapes and sizes. One was not circumcised. The others were. I enjoyed watching each of the erect penises go into my wife’ vagina to give her pleasure. After having sex with two men, my wife washed her vagina again, before the last two.

When someone asked me if I was going last I said, “After pleasing six of you, I think my wife could use a respite. I will enjoy her in private after you have left.”

My wife and I stood near the door as the men left, kissing my wife, and shaking my hand and thanking me. My wife was still completely naked. She was holding her hands behind her back, so that her charms were displayed to advantage. She was blushing at the thought of what she had done, but she was also smiling, because it had been fun. She had given me her first kiss when she was seventeen. She had given me her virginity when she was twenty-two. Now she had had sex with six men while the others had watched. Three of them she had never seen before.

The wedding went well. After that there were more parties at our home, with my wife as the center of attraction. For the second party my boss gave her a “school girl’s costume,” with a pleated skirt. However, the skirt only came half way down my wife’s derriere, leaving her vulva completely exposed. My boss made it clear that he was giving my wife the costume in return for her promise to wear nothing under it. The party was a success. My co-workers had the sense not to tell company employees not in our group about our gatherings.

For our third party, my wife wore nothing but a long necklace. After all she had nothing left to hide from my co-workers, who were becoming my best friends. From time to time one of them would drop by after work for a few drinks, some conversation, and a love making session with my wife.

My friends loved it. My wife loved it. I was glad that my friends could give the woman I loved so much pleasure. The bond this created brought our work group closer together, erasing tensions that had previously existed. Because we began to work together better, the collective performance of our group improved, and none of us lost our jobs in the layoffs that ravaged our company. I was given a nice raise. Everyone agreed that I deserved it, not because of my wife’s generosity, but because of my performance on the job.

When my boss’ boss asked him how our group had improved so much my boss at first demurred. Then he explained. Rather than becoming shocked, my boss’s boss asked me if he could enjoy my wife’s favors too. When I mentioned this to my wife, she thought it would be an excellent idea. The fact that my boss’s boss is over twice my wife’s age, and that she has never met him made the idea of giving him pleasure even more delightful to her. The gentleman will be having dinner with us next Saturday. His complicacy makes it less likely that my wife’s kindness to my co-workers, and mine, will ever be a negative factor in my continued employment with the firm.