' Do My Pretty Wife… but let me watch ' …(Megan, Part 1)

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' Do My Pretty Wife… but let me watch ' …(Megan, Part 1)

Unread post by Bertram W Bronson » Thu Sep 15, 2011 1:11 pm

“Do My Pretty Wife… but let me watch” … (Megan, Part 1)

The first in a new series of “wife doing” stories:

By: Bertram W. Bronson

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Prologue:

It was his own creation, Bob’s own rendition of heaven and hell… urging his timid young wife to coil her married fingers around the thickness of another man’s erected penis… the penis of a very handsome, virile young man.

At his urging, and blushing so prettily, Megan’s slender fingers eased under the white towel, creeping hesitantly up along the young man’s naked thigh, fingers extended, her warm palm against his skin, inching closer and closer to his genitalia. Sensitive fingertips barely brushed against the sack of his testicles, she flinched, drawing her fingers away from the bristly tickle of hair.

Megan turned her head, her husband's eyes staring hypnotically at the lump lifting the center of the towel… his hand, urging his wife on, pressing against the small of her back... his eyes flicking to the sight of his wife’s slender wrist, again slowly disappearing up under the bottom of the towel.

The tips of slender female fingers settled against his testicular sack, a slight side-to-side movement across the curve of his balls, fingertips brushing across the bristly hairs, inching toward the base of his stiffened penis. The fractional distance that separated married female fingers from the warm skin of another man’s penis narrowed… in a heartbeat it ceased to exist.

At the intimate touch, her dark lashes lowered, shamefully hiding a misty pair of big blue eyes. The bristly sack of his testicles under the palm of her warm hand, Megan’s fingertips were grazing up-and-down along the smooth skin of his up-lifted penis, hesitant fingers reaching higher, close to the swollen head, soft fingers slowly curling around the stiffened shaft, lightly squeezing, feeling the pulsing thumping of his heart.

It was bony hard, the sliding skin so smooth and warm against the palm of her left hand. Timid Megan felt the naughty thrill, the intrigue of touching another man’s rigid penis and when the white towel parted, it stood so stiffly upright before her astonished eyes, a very lengthy, exquisitely formed penis, slightly up-curving, the classically shaped head, pulsing with youthful energy.

Hours ago in the swimming pool, under the water where no one could see, it had brushed again her bare legs, but now, she was staring down at the blatantly exposed genitalia of a devastatingly handsome young man… feeling his up-thrusting penis pulsing against the soft grip of her fingers… throbbing with every beat of his heart. Megan felt a strange ripple of excitement washing through her belly; she sensed a little tickle between her ass-cheeks, a slight oozing of slippery warmth, creamy seepage wetting her thin pubic hairs and staining the gusset of her panty crotch. Squeezing her thighs, along with a subtle wiggle of her hips, didn’t seem to reduce the tickle, even tightening her belly muscles didn’t help, it only added to the lineal smear of mucus fluid already wetting the snug crotch of her panties.

Sitting in her warm damp panties, a blush crept onto Megan’s pretty face, and as her big blue eyes flashed toward her husband, she wondered how the young man’s swollen penis-head would feel against her flushed cheek, just brushing lightly across her skin, not near the corner of her mouth, ohh no, just the thrill of feeling the smooth bare head grazing across her cheek.

But even with her husband watching, the silky smooth head of another man’s penis found its way to the corner of her pretty mouth… when she turned her head, it brushed across her parted lips, and just at the moment her wet pink tongue happened to be flicking across her lower lip. And somehow her warm mouth closed over the pulsing bare head… the delicate taste of another man’s penis washing along the flat of her sucking tongue.

Now, for Megan’s anxious husband, the hellish part began, suddenly hearing the young man’s warning groan, the pulsing penis-head swelling tautly in his innocent wife's warm mouth, its half dozen spermy spurts about to splash against her sucking tongue…

“Ohhh my god,” he moaned.

******

It was now nearing midnight on that cool September night.

In the guest cottage, a shiny new brass door key and three partly empty wine glasses lay on the marble bedside table, only moments ago the room had gone silent, the murmurs, the soft wettish suckling sounds finally drifting out into the still of the night. The bedside lamps were turned low, but in their soft pink glow, the salivary fluids of a blushing young mother still glistened on the head of the young man’s penis.

An innocent young wife, lovely Meg was less than two years out of her white wedding gown on that September night, that tremulous night when she lifted her warm wet mouth from the still pulsing head of another man’s penis… until an hour ago; it was a place her pretty mouth had never been.

Rolling onto her back, her lovely face had suffused into a hot blush of shame, she was disgracefully wet between the cheeks of her buttocks, the delicate taste of another man’s bare penis still lingering on her warm tongue. With dark lashes lowered, she swallowed back the guilty shame, how could she have done such a nasty thing, she thought… sucked another man’s stiffly erected penis… the pulsing bare head in her mouth, rubbing up-and-down against her suckling tongue and, ohhh god, with her loving husband right at her side, his eyes barely a foot away, his eyes staring into hers.

With nervously clenched fists, Megan’s husband Bob had watched, staring through hanging strands of his wife's long blonde hair… silky soft hair that trailed across the bare skin of the young man’s taut stomach. Only the thin screen of shimmering blonde hair had separated the young husband’s eyes from the up-lifted length of another man’s rigid penis… from the unnerving sight of his wife's dainty fingers curling around the long thick shaft, curling an inch below the swollen head. He’d watched his wife's fingers tighten around its long rigid length, her eyes flicking up, lashes fluttering, a pair of big blue eyes staring shyly into his.

As their eyes locked, she’d drawn a shuddering breath, her clasping fingers gently pressing downward, slowly drawing the skin tightly down and exposing the pinkish bare head of another man’s erection. It stood stiffly up-thrust… the warm slender fingers of a blushing young wife clasping around seven to eight inches of slightly curving penile muscle, the sinewy length of it arching upward from the ridge of his muscular stomach… and the pulsing bare head, ohh so close to a young wife's warmly parted lips.

Unclenching a tight fist, Megan’s young husband had reached out, one shaky finger easing into the hanging strands of his wife's long blonde hair, his finger gently pressing aside, creating a part in the silky strands, a vee shaped part, through which he’d watched his blushing wife tipping the bare head of a lengthy penis toward her pretty face.

With a weakness growing in his stomach, the young husband had watched the swollen head brushing across his pretty wife's cheek, back-and-forth between her shell-pink ear and the corner of her mouth, he felt his pulse quicken as it grazed across her parted lips… the tip of her pink tongue swiping a glistening wet trail across the tautly swollen head, her lips gradually slipping wetly over the dark pink head of the younger man’s penis. Megan’s husband could feel his heart thumping and the sound of his wife suckling softly, drawing the head of another man’s erection along the curve of her warm slippery tongue… pulling it deeper into the warmth of her suckling mouth.

Slowly at first, Megan’s warm mouth gliding up-and-down, the tempo of her bobbing head gradually increasing. In the soft pink lighting, strands of long yellow hair rose and fell, tickling the young man’s naked skin. He felt the suckling pull of her mouth, the fluid warmth of another man’s wife on the head of his penis, the rhythmic tingle of her hair brushing across the skin of his bare stomach, he felt the ridge of his stomach muscles, bunching, tightening… the tension building… nerves gathering at the base of his spine, nerves rippling up the length of his throbbing penis… the head swelling tighter and tighter… ready to spurt against her warm suckling tongue… ready to flood the warm mouth of another man’s wife with his pulsing sperm.

Megan’s loving husband was near frantic, frightened, yet wildly excited, watching his wife's lips, her warm saliva trickling down the young man’s lengthy penis, onto the clasping fingers of her left hand… a young mother’s saliva trickling down onto that special finger, a finger that bore a gold wedding band… his wife's wedding band, its gold rim pressing and sliding up-and-down against the saliva wet skin of another man’s stiff cock.

The handsome young man was struggling for control, struggling to delay the inevitable for a few more delicious moments, heart pounding, tentacles of sensation spreading outward from the pit of his stomach, twining up his spine, orgasmic tentacles creeping down into his groin. Her mouth suddenly lifting, a momentary reprieve as a wash of cooler air grazed over the saliva-wet head of his tender penis… feeling her warm breath flowing over the exposed head, the tingling swipes of her tongue, then her mouth slowly closing back over the penis-head… again feeling the suctioning pull of her warm mouth, his testicular sack drawing tighter against his groin… muscles spontaneously bunching, the involuntary release, but moments away.

A deep masculine groan, then another… a deeper warning groan reaching the ears of Megan’s nervous husband, his eyes fastening on the ridge of tense muscle on the younger man’s stomach, on the up-angling rigid penis, the swollen head out of sight in his wife's suckling mouth, a fist-full of her honey-blonde hair now clutched in the man’s tight grip. A tiny alarm bell sounding in his subconscious mind, suddenly going weak, Megan’s husband feeling his stomach turning, the acidy taste of bile creeping up into his throat…

“Don't,” he gasped… “Ohh god, don't cum in my wife's mouth… fuck my shy wife, but ohhh god, don't cum in her mouth…”

*********

Now, shamefully covering her bright blue eyes with the back of her hand, the nearly naked wife lay on her back between them, her anxious husband Bob on one side… a ruggedly handsome young Australian man on the other. And he wasn’t finished with her, his penis still stiffly erect, traces of her warm saliva still glistening on the purplish pulsing head and Megan could feel the urgency, the heat of his eyes on her naked breasts, his dark eyes sliding down her smooth flat belly… down to the thin crotch of her pink satin panties. A tense moment later his fingers followed that same path, trailing from the pink nipples of her exposed breasts, nails grazing across the shivering skin of her bare stomach and toward the little hillock of pussy hair that lifted the thin satin crotch of her panties.

Tense and aroused, Megan’s anxious husband watched the young man toying with the thin crotch of his wife's panties, his fingertips pressing against the puffy mound, feeling the resiliency of her pubic hairs, his fingers grazing across the wispy strands that strayed along the loose gusset. Wildly embarrassed, Megan tightened her legs, but the young man quickly eased a fingertip into the little vertical notch where the satin fabric had snuggled so enticingly into the split crease of her vulva… an ooze of warm vaginal fluids darkened the vertical seam… wetting through the thin satin… the slippery ooze wetting the tip of his sliding finger, the fingertip sliding downward along the narrow fluid glazed notch… down to where the moist satin disappeared between the cheeks of her ass…it was warmer and wetter there, where the satin crotch panel had narrowed and tucked itself into the slippery pink flesh of her oozing cunt.

Megan mewled in shame as his finger slipped under the narrow end of her wet panty gusset, barely an inch under the elastic… the exploring fingertip, quickly greeted by thin hairs and a narrow crease of soft pliant flesh… all bathed in a syrupy ooze of slippery warmth.

The young man eased his wet finger from under the crotch of Megan’s panties, lightly rubbing the tip of his moistened index finger against the pad of his thumb… little friction, her thin lubricant was warm and oily smooth between his thumb and finger pads. Lifting his hand, the very faint, but delicious scent of Megan’s loins drifted up through his nostrils. The olfactory stimulation seemed to trickle down his spine, stiffening his cock. He glanced at Megan’s husband, Bob was sitting there, fists clenched, his glazed eyes staring down between his wife's legs, staring at the darkening stain in the thin crotch of her pink panties….

“Your wife is wetting herself,” the young man whispered. “Let’s put Meg up onto her knees and get her pants down.”

Quickly he reached down, both hands grasping Megan’s hips, flipping her onto her belly, the deep crack of her curvy round ass showing through the thin satin fabric. In the blink of an eye, the strong hands of an athletic young man grasped Megan’s hip bones; in a single sweep he hoisted the blushing wife up onto her knees, at the same time turning her aside, positioning her knees so the light from the bed lamps chased the shadows from between her up-lifted buttocks. With a whimpering little cry, she’d plopped face down against the bed sheet, a glistening waterfall of long blonde hair spilling across her pretty face, her sweetly rounded ass in the air and the puffy crotch of her panties on display between her elevated buttocks.

On her knees with her ass lifted…. a most undignified posture for a shy young wife, but behind her closed eyelids, his handsome face took form, the rugged jaw line… and his dark piercing eyes, almost predatory eyes, but his kisses in the swimming pool had been so sensually warm, his fingers on her skin so gentle… and under the water, his naked penis had been so teasingly warm against her legs.

Now those same piercing eyes were drawn to the little raised mound in the crotch of Megan’s panties, so easily he was scaling the young wife's resistance. He turned his head toward her husband, again whispering close to his ear…

“Bob, do you want to pull a chair up next to the bed and watch me fuck your wife… or do you want to play a ‘hands-on’ part in it?”

Megan’s husband found himself staring at the strong young man’s stiffly erected penis, the thickly swollen bare head still wet with his wife's saliva and bobbing close to her up-slanting buttocks. His mind conjured the image… the pulsing head sliding into the clingy pink flesh of his young wife's slick vagina… the long sinewy shaft punching the broad penis-head deep into the pit of her belly… he felt the raw excitement of playing an active part in what was likely to be a long, and very sensual fucking of his innocent young wife.

It rippled through Bob’s tense stomach, the crazy feeling of pulling his wife's under-pants down for another man, the gut-tightening thrill of watching another guy’s cock slide into her, then pressing his lips against his wife's hot cheek… feeling it begin, the rhythmic shifting of the bed, a fluid-glazed cock sliding in-and-out of his wife, her head bouncing… her warm breath panting against his face. Bob swallowed, his wide eyes staring off into some distant place in his mind.

“Bob?… Bob… do you want to drag a chair over?”

“Uh?” Bob finally mumbled, his fervor tempered with apprehension, “Uh, well no, hands-on, I… I guess.”

“Then turn the bed lamp a little brighter and slide your wife's panties down to her knees,” he whispered very softly, “and you can watch the head of my prick slide into her.”

All reason and logic seemed suspended as the vision danced through Bob’s brain, the image of a long slippery prick sliding in-and-out of his wife… his mind in a dizzy spin, the loving husband's shaky hands eased onto his wife's curvy rump. On his knees at her side, facing toward her up-curving spine, his thumbs slipped under the elastic waist of her pink satin panties, feeling the smoothness of his wife's warm bare skin… feeling her starting to shiver, he paused.

“Go ahead Bob; get your wife's pants down.” There was a keen sense of anticipation in the young man’s husky voice, in the up-slant of his stiffly erected cock.

With another man’s eager eyes on his wife's up-turned buttocks, the nervous young husband slowly eased the elastic waist of his wife's panties over the dimples at the base of her spine. The upper crack of a lovely heart-shaped ass eased into view, a filamentous dusting of blonde fuzz deep in the narrow crack. Balanced on his knees by her side, Bob leaned forward, looking around the curve of his wife's ass and into the space between her buttocks… tugging the waistband a little lower, a dainty anal indent, barely visible in the deepening crack, an inch lower, the start of a little vertical crease, the fuzzy hairs thickening… wispy tangles of dark-blonde pubic hairs contrasting against the white skin between her ass-cheeks.

With her spine up-curved and her sweetly dimpled ass in the air, the shy young wife felt her panties being lowered, the feathery touch of satin fabric grazing down across her sensitive skin and the feeling of utter vulnerability. Sensing the embarrassing touch of cooler air between her bare ass-cheeks, the timid young wife shivered, tightening her buttocks, closing off the salacious view, and Bob heard the man murmuring close to his ear…

“Spread her cheeks apart Bob, but slowly, your wife's getting a little nervous.”

“Uh? …spread her, you mean like… like?”

“Yeah Bob, like ‘hands-on,’ slip your fingers between your wife's buttocks and ease her cheeks apart.”

The young husband drew a long nervous breath. Dazed and disoriented, he could feel the blood rushing to his face and a little rhythmic pulsing at the base of his penis. With the elastic of his wife's panty waist stretched halfway off the curve of her buttocks and her plump ass in the air, his nervous fingers eased between his wife's bare buttocks.

Embarrassed, his pretty wife tightened her muscles, shifting her nearly bare ass side-to-side and starting to whimper in shame. But her husband's fingers pressed against her warm skin, gently pulling side-to-side, spreading her clenched buttocks, outrageously exposing his wife's dainty anus, exposing wispy curls of blondish pussy hair and just the narrow end of her cunt. His hotly blushing wife was unbelievably wet… creamy fluids oozing from her snuggly closed pink seam… wetting out onto the roots of sparse, straw-colored pubic hairs.

“Down to her knees Bob… get your wife's pants all the way down to her knees.”

As if the devil himself was leading his hands, Bob hooked his thumbs under the elastic waist; and shamefully lowered his wife's panties the rest of the way down to her knees. “My god, what a snug little pink cunt,” the young man gasped, “what a lovely ass, and so deliciously blonde all over.”

With his wife's panties wrapped around her knees and her flaming hot cheek pressed against the bed sheet, muffled breaths and pitiful whimpers reached Bob’s ears, but his fingers moved back up along her clasped thighs, his palms settling again onto his wife's, now totally naked, up-turned rump.

“Spread her cunt with your fingers Bob.” It was an aroused young man’s husky whisper, a compelling whisper, one that ignored the shy wife's shameful whining and whimpering. “Don't worry Bob, before it’s over she’ll love it...”

Bob hesitated, his hands cupped over his wife's naked buttocks, feeling her trembling, feeling the silky smoothness of her bare skin under the palms of his hands, but then, his nervous fingers inched deeper between his wife's bare ass-cheeks, just the tips of his fingers easing onto the puffy twin folds of her snuggly closed labia, leaning forward, his eyes fixed on the long snug crease, pressing gently… the folds spongy soft under his fingertips, slippery wetness oozing through her pubic hairs; wetting the tips of his pressing fingers. Megan whimpering in shame, as very slowly, her young husband curled his fingers, the tips pressing against her snug flesh, again pulling side-to-side… watching his wife start to peel apart… tangled strawberry-blonde pussy hairs separating, the vertical slit of her snug cunt, still just a narrow sliver of pink between the thin tuffs.

Quickly the young Aussie eased alongside Megan’s nearest hip and lifted his left knee. With his dark eyes fixed on the vertical sliver of pink skin, in one smooth move, he straddled the legs of Bob’s hotly blushing wife… aligning the head of his stiffly erected cock with the crack of her up-turned ass.

Teary blue eyes squeezed tightly shut and with her hot cheek pressed against the bed sheet; the shy young wife felt movement on the bed, the young man up on his knees, easing behind her up-lifted ass, straddling the backs of her legs and covertly whispering to her husband…

“Have you ever seen it…?” he whispered. “Bob have you ever watched another man fuck your wife?”

“Ohhh god no, I've never… she’s never…”

The sensual undercurrent was utterly unnerving and as their level of excitement peaked, cruder instincts took over; their voices becoming raspy, their whispered words a little more explicit. “Spread her cunt for me Bob; hold the pink skin of your wife's cunt apart and you can watch my cock slide into her… up-close Bob, watch her first time… and really up-close.”

Their soft, but explicit whispering reached Megan’s sharp ears, “Ohhh Bobby,” she gasped, “ohh my god… ohhhh ohhh…”

A moment later, it grazed her skin, something warm, something like the silky warm head of a swollen penis brushed across the skin of Megan’s bare buttocks… tingling prickles ran up her spine and she gasped, while an inch below her exposed anal dimple, she could feel the tips of her husband's fingers in her wet pubic hairs, pulling against her gluey flesh… splitting the crease of her tender cunt. As Meg whimpered in shame, she could feel the bed shifting; another man with a long stiffened cock positioning behind her, on his knees, his eyes in the crease of her buttocks, watching the inner skin of her pink cunt starting to peel apart.

In the midst of some mindless stupor, Megan’s husband found himself staring hypnotically into the space between his wife's bare ass-cheeks… at the long pinky slit that began just under the dainty little dimple of her anus. In the periphery of his blurry vision, he could see the bulbous head of the young man’s throbbing cock, easing in between his wife's buttocks.

Bob’s vision blurred, as fingers seemingly not his own, were pulling side-to-side, widening the tangle of his wife's pubic hairs… her thin, sticky inner lips parting… peeling away from each other… the narrow sliver of slippery pink, becoming a long, hair trimmed splay of shimmering pink.

With the swollen head of another man’s up-thrusting cock hovering a scant inch from the shimmering splay of mucus pink flesh, Bob’s eyes tried to focus on the pea-sized opening into his wife's belly. A pliant little opening, its mucus lining so able to stretch over the bulbous head of a stiffened cock, but now, still snugly closed, the petite opening just a tiny round rim of gluey pink flesh.

Shamefully aroused, the shy wife up-tipped her buttocks, bunching her stomach muscles, her dainty anus tightening and flexing… a bit of slippery ooze welling out of the little puckered opening of her cunt, viscous ooze seeping down the shimmering crease, wetting down to where an aroused clitoris peeked out of its hooded foreskin.

Inches away from his glazed eyes, Megan’s husband saw the swollen head of the younger man’s penis settle against the warm dimple of his wife's tender anus, he heard her shameful whimper, felt her trying to squeeze her cheeks.

A knot tightened in Bob’s stomach, but he held his wife splayed apart with his fingers and watched the cock-head graze downward across the thin strip of hair-less skin, across Megan’s tiny opening, swiping downward, splitting the folds of her vulva, her slippery pink flesh parting, forming around the shape of the head… a couple of times, swiping up-and-down across her sensitive clitoris, then gliding smoothly upward through the glistening crease of pink skin, the engorged pinkish bare head finally settling firmly… and so intently against the pliant opening of his wife's snug cunt.

The emotional stress was more than a loving husband could bare, eyes fixed on the puffy, hair-trimmed folds of his wife's splayed vulva, seeing its narrow end parted around the bulbous head of a swollen cock, the head settling deeper, the twin narrow folds shaping into a neat semi-oval as his wife's snug opening began to yield… her pliant wet flesh, pressing inward, slowly stretching, closing over and around the pulsing head.

Megan’s whiny little gasps of breath reached her husband's ears… little muffled whimpers with her flaming hot cheek pressed against the bed sheet. Suddenly overwhelmed, Bob’s mind blurred, he tipped his head back, moving his hands from his wife's buttocks and struggling for control… he felt the slight shift of the bed as the young man arched his strong back, he felt the bed lurch as he thrust, one quick smooth thrust, the long up-curving cock sliding smoothly through the slippery flesh of his wife's oozing cunt, the young man’s groin now holding tight against the up-ended cheeks of Megan’s bare ass, the swollen cock-head deeply buried into the pit of her married belly…

Feeling the warmth of Megan’s slippery cunt wetly squeezed around the length of his cock; the young man turned his head toward Megan’s husband. “Watch my cock slide out of your wife,” he whispered… “I'll do it slowly so you can see it slide out of her…”

The young man turned his handsome head back, slowly sliding his deeply embedded cock out a couple of inches, he was looking down between the cheeks of Megan’s bare ass, at a wetly smeared little anus, at a rim of stretched pink skin and a few strands of reddish blonde pubic hair glued to the white shaft of his fluid smeared cock. A heartbeat later, it began sliding out through the fringe of dampened pubic hairs, right before Bob’s staring eyes… a long slippery cock sliding smoothly out of his wife's snug belly, slowly the first time, his wife's fleshy pink skin gripping its girth, a rim of clingy pink skin pulling outward, sliding along the thick slippery stem, the resilient rim of flesh stretching, finally releasing the thick bulbous head.

Now, right before Bob’s astonished eyes, stood the glistening head of another man’s still stiffly swollen cock and inches away, his wife's little pea-sized opening, now slightly stretched, the scalloped little pucker of pink flesh quickly drawing closed, a tiny ooze of creamy fluid squeezing out of the tightening rim of mucus flesh…

Megan’s watching husband was near comatose, his mind a swirl of conflicting emotions, but he could still see the thick, fluid smeared length of the young man’s cock, still hovering near the crack of his wife's bare ass, still up-thrusting, gleaming long and slippery in the lamp light… and his shy wife's resistance was gone. Panties wrapped around her knees, unable spread her legs, she was whimpering softly, her pretty face hotly flushed, fingers clutching a clump of wrinkled bed sheet, flexing her belly muscles and shifting her up-tilted ass side-to-side in anticipation.

And before Bob could draw another raged breath, it began… the start of an on-going, skin-to-skin, very sensual fuck, the bare cock now sliding easily and smoothly back through the scalloped little rim of his wife's stretched cunt…. hip hunching strokes, punching the head back into the pit of his wife's snug belly… again-and-again, quicker, faster, his hips smacking against bare skin of Megan’s up-turned ass, her breath bursting, her flaming hot face bouncing against the bed sheet…

Trembling with emotion, Megan’s young husband reached down, shaky fingers unzipping his pants, his eyes on his pretty wife's bouncing head, his fingers coiling around his painfully stiff penis, eyes closing, head tipping back, gasping for breath, stroking himself with a tightly gripping fist. And from some distant place in the young husband's swirling mind, he heard the start of his wife's long wailing cries… the wailing cries of the mother of his child, being vigorously fucked by another man.

**************

Soon to follow, in her husband's own words, the story of “Megan,” a long, twisty tale of innocence lost.

Continued in part 2… {{{Ohhh Bobby, I'd be so scared}}}

BWB

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Re: “Do My Pretty Wife… but let me watch” … (Megan, Part 1)

Unread post by cthubby » Thu Sep 15, 2011 7:12 pm

Way to go BB!! Nice to see you back!

shouldn't this be in the library tho?
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Re: “Do My Pretty Wife… but let me watch” … (Megan, Part 1)

Unread post by rickflst » Sat Sep 17, 2011 5:01 pm

Anxiously awaiting part 2! What a blazing return!

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Re: “Do My Pretty Wife… but let me watch” … (Megan, Part 1)

Unread post by tnlovers » Sun Sep 18, 2011 5:52 am

Who cares if it's in the library. A visit by Bertram Bronson is a rare privilege forthose of us who have been here since the beginning. His stories stir the deepest emotion and carve into the depths of the hotwife husbands soul. Can't wait for part 2
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Re: “Do My Pretty Wife… but let me watch” … (Megan, Part 1)

Unread post by Open2it » Sun Sep 18, 2011 6:16 am

Another outstanding story! Can't wait to read part two.

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Re: “Do My Pretty Wife… but let me watch” … (Megan, Part 1)

Unread post by Lettuce Tramp » Sun Sep 18, 2011 2:25 pm

I too am glad you are back. As soon as I finished reading your story I printed it out for Barb to read...... She is about half way through & it IS producing the desired results.... Thank you Bert!

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Re: “Do My Pretty Wife… but let me watch” … (Megan, Part 1)

Unread post by Lettuce Tramp » Fri Sep 23, 2011 4:12 pm

Bert has done it again, he has me checking back for the next part everytime I walk by the computer..... Anyone else having the same problem?

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Re: “Do My Pretty Wife… but let me watch” … (Megan, Part 1)

Unread post by mickey23 » Fri Feb 10, 2012 11:43 am

All is right with the world B.W.B. is back!

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Re: ' Do My Pretty Wife… but let me watch ' …(Megan, Part 1)

Unread post by rosetree » Fri Feb 24, 2012 11:23 am

Bertram,

I am so happy you are back I could scream. So could my lovely.

No thanks are enough.

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Re: ' Do My Pretty Wife… but let me watch ' …(Megan, Part 1)

Unread post by pakihotwife » Sat Feb 25, 2012 3:32 pm

ah the master is back. But what happened parts 2 and 3? of this story? Part 4 is on the hotwife forum.
Thanks

PS: It's not much, but bwb have honored your request.

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Re: ' Do My Pretty Wife… but let me watch ' …(Megan, Part 1)

Unread post by tay » Wed Apr 11, 2012 3:44 pm

Just so other's know where all the different parts are written!

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Re: ' Do My Pretty Wife… but let me watch ' …(Megan, Part 1)

Unread post by tay » Sun Feb 14, 2016 6:54 pm

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Re: ' Do My Pretty Wife… but let me watch ' …(Megan, Part 1)

Unread post by ayj984l3 » Sat Feb 20, 2016 6:59 pm

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Re: ' Do My Pretty Wife… but let me watch ' …(Megan, Part 1)

Unread post by tay » Wed Sep 12, 2018 2:30 pm

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