' The Wife Watcher’s Party ' … (Part 4)

[Bertram W Bronson]

“The Wife Watcher’s Party”

By: Bertram W. Bronson

Chapter 4 … (The hidden room)


“Quickly then, come with me. I’ll show you where to hide…”

Feeling the first gut-wrenching flow of adrenaline, my knees went rubbery and I stumbled to my feet. Glancing back toward the dance floor, Marc and my wife were still swaying to the soft music, exchanging whispers and little touches. “Hurry then,” Marilyn whispered. “If you want to watch him make love to your wife… there may be little time to get you settled into the hiding place.”

The party hostess hustled me up a flight of back stairs and down a long thickly carpeted hallway. We passed several richly paneled mahogany doors, some closed, a few open to expensively furnished bedrooms. I paused at a partially opened door and glanced into one of the softly lit bedrooms. A beautiful young girl and two men were standing at the side of the bed, the girl, a lovely long-legged brunette, had slipped out of her high heels and one of the men was un-zipping the back of her dress. The dress slid off her shoulders and pooled around her bare toes… pink satin panties, but no bra… lovely up-slanting breasts… pink nipples……

Awesome… intrigued, I stood staring into the room, watching the pretty wife pulling down her sheer pink panties. Marilyn stepped back and peeked in just as the girl handed her panties to one of the men. “That’s her husband… the one holding her panties in his hand.” Marilyn tugged at my hand, but come on Brad… I'm taking you to a private part of the mansion, way around the back.”

Tugging my hand and stepping softly, she guided me further along the hallway. We turned a corner, passed through an archway and the lighting grew dimmer, the sound of the band gradually faded away. Even our footsteps were muted by the thick carpeting. And the wall covering changed from wallpaper to rich wood paneling and now we passed an open balcony that looked out over the sea and right down to the rocky shoreline below. The rhythmic sound of lapping waves rose from below and I felt this unsettling aura of deepening mystery as I felt the grip of Marilyn’s warm hand drawing me deeper and deeper along a quiet passageway.

Finally her footsteps slowed and we stopped at the dead-end of the passageway, at the very last door. It was made of a single panel, yet nearly as wide as double doors and adorned by an ornately carved figure. I reached my hand into the shadows and brushed my fingers across the raised dark wood of a richly polished carving… “Marilyn, this wood carving… is that?”

“Yes,” she reverently whispered… “it’s Cerberus, the mythical three headed dog… his six blood-red eyes guard the fiery gates of Hell, but also this heavy door… only the chosen may pass.”

Weird… strange… I felt a chill, the short hairs standing up on the back of my neck. I studied the raised carving… highly detailed and it seemed very old with a patina of little hairline and spidery cracks throughout the polished wood. “Really Marilyn… this is getting pretty damn freaky and a little too strange for me,” I mumbled.

I thought of hustling back, finding Wendy and keeping her close by my side. But as we paused outside the closed door, I felt the comforting squeeze of Marilyn’s fingers. Watching my eyes, she whispered to me in a hushed voice...

“Hang on Brad, I know this all seems utterly preposterous… like a weird fantasy pulled from the depth of some writer’s strange crazy mind, but that ornately carved door is very real. You can feel its smooth surface under the tips of your fingers. And soon you'll learn the secret of what’s behind that heavy panel, you'll see into the secret room where Marc will bring your wife… where he'll undress your wife… where they’ll make hot passionate love…”

Marilyn’s hushed words sent more shimmers of excitement up my spine. Standing in the dim passageway, it did seem unreal, so utterly contrived and impossible. But the intricate carving, the richly paneled door was real to my touch, as was the warm presence of my pretty hostess.

Curiosity and a strange urge came over me to quickly step into the room, just stand by the empty bed and gaze down at the clean satin sheet… just let an exquisite picture take shape in my mind and feel the beating of my heart. And for just for a moment, reach down and lightly rest my fingers in the center of the bed… touch right where my shy Wendy’s naked ass will warm the sheet, right where their glistening mix of fluids will leave a wet spot… just close my eyes, brush my fingertips across the still pristine bed sheet and feel the gut-twisting rush of adrenaline.

Drawing a deep breath, my wide eyes stayed fixated upon the door and I tried the tarnished brass doorknob. It seemed to be locked… But he'll have my wife here, he'll undress her behind this locked door and I felt things spinning out of control, felt the pent-up anguish and excitement washing down through my stomach and into my loins. How in hell did I get into this strange situation? ...... And what happens now, I wondered…

“Marilyn how do I get in… where do I hide?” My voice was strained; perhaps even fearful… it was all so strange, so freaky and mysterious. “What’s… what’s in that room? Marilyn, tell me what’s ‘really’ behind that door…?”

“Easy Brad, you're getting all shaky again… don't be so nervous…”

Trying to calm my nerves, Marilyn squeezed both my hands in hers held them between her breasts. Our faces were only inches apart and she looked straight into my eyes. “Brad, I'm going to disclose a secret now, the secret you've promised never to reveal.” She murmured softly, a ceremonial tone came over her hushed voice.

“Brad… right behind that heavy door is the Wife Watcher’s Room.”

“The what…? The Wife Watcher’s Room…???”

“Yes Brad, actually it’s a luxurious suite of rooms, but one hidden room is very cleverly designed so husbands can secretly watch their shy wives with other men. On one side of the ‘watching room’ there’s a small dark hiding place where an anxious husband can be concealed… but he can peek through the narrow cracks in a curtain and look right down onto a big wide bed and watch his naked wife making love, he can peer down into her eyes… he can see every little wiggle of her hips.”

Watching her with another man, spying on Wendy… there it was again, the shameful guilty feeling. And yet deep in my groin I felt that heart-pumping throbbing sensation. You know the feeling I mean… how it starts in the pit of your stomach and runs in pulsing little waves along the length of your quickly thickening penis. “Wendy won't know,” I mumbled, “she won't know I'm watching?”

“Of course not, and you'll be able to hear every sound she makes. Brad, have you ever wondered how your wife would sound… the sex noises she’d make if another man was between her legs, vigorously thrusting a stiffly swollen penis into her belly? Your little Wendy may be timid, but you know, when Marc gets between her legs she'll gasp and whimper. So does that intrigue you, hearing the exciting sound of your wife making love?”

“Ohhh yes… my wife makes lovely noises in bed… groans and sweet little breathy sounds.”

“Then you'll love listening to the panting rhythm of her breath. The head of his penis is big and your little Wendy… well, she’ll do a fair share of grunting and moaning. The curtain muffles the sound a little, but still, the acoustics are especially unique.

Ohhh, one more thing I should mention, the bed frame… well, it’s been very skillfully constructed to transmit the subtle sound of movement… rhythmic movement.”

“You mean it… it…?”

“Mmmm hmm, it softly creaks and the rhythmic sound is calculated to arouse and torment listening husbands. So when an excited wife rocks her hips in that taunting, delicious rhythm, the undulating sound of her moving loins drifts so tellingly through the curtain.”

“So Brad, that’s what you’ll hear. When Marc is between Wendy’s long legs and they’re making love and she’s hunching her lovely buttocks and bouncing her feet, well the bed is cleverly built with special springs to give off those thrilling little squeaky sounds.”

“Oh my God, you mean Marc’s gonna fuck my wife on a squeaky bed… so I'll even hear her… her hips moving…?”

“Uh-huh… would you like to hear that… the sound of Wendy making love with another man, the bed creaking in rhythm with her rocking hips? Think of the thrill Brad… the belly twisting thrill of listening to the bed creaking while another man fucks your sweet little wife with a long and very stiffened cock. Can you imagine watching the undulation of Wendy’s hips, how she'll twist and squirm? Brad… does your wife up-slant her loins and press her knees back while making love?”

“Uh-huh… ah, most of the time…” I groaned.

“Well Brad, you know she'll be doing that for Marc, she'll bend her knees and pin her heels back against her bare bottom and let his cock slide way in… and he'll fuck her… he'll fuck your darling wife… deep hard thrusts of his cock. And the rhythmic noise of the bed and her breathy gasps may send nervous shivers up your spine, but even if you squeeze your eyes shut, you'll still know its happening. Because even if your eyes are closed… all the while Marc is fucking your shy little Wendy, the taunting little squeaks and creaks of the bed will wiggle into your belly and you'll love the strange crawly feeling in the pit of your stomach.”

Marilyn seemed to be taunting me, teasing me with all the sensuous details and my guts were already squirming. “That’s so bizarre… and so… oh my God, so utterly erotic,” I groaned.

“Mmmm hmm, isn’t it...”

The stress was building, my nerves going tight and the huge door was still closed… Little shivers ran up my spine as I waited for Marilyn to open the door. Reaching out, I brushed my fingers across the richly polished carving. It was strange, a surreal sensation to stare at the dark wooden panel and think of my Wendy behind that door… undressing for another man, walking shyly toward the bed in her bra and skimpy panties. Sitting on the side of the mattress, looking up at him, face hotly flushed as she reached back for the hooks of her bra.

I remembered walking along the passageway, peeking into the room and seeing that lovely brunette wife, her dress unzipped, sliding down her arms, and suddenly… seeing naked breasts and pink nipples. And the compelling urge welled up in me, to hurry into my hiding place and experience the emotional rush of watching my own blushing wife unhooking her bra… seeing her shapely breasts go bare and her panties pooling around her trim ankles.

The incongruous imagery wouldn’t leave my mind, it invaded my senses. I couldn't shake the image of his thickly swollen cock… my sweet naked Wendy on her back, her knees spreading apart… And the crawly feelings began wiggling their way deeper and deeper into my stomach and my sweaty fingers reached down to the brass door latch… I twisted the knob again, pressed vainly against the heavy door… again, a little harder… and the six wooden eyes of Cerberus seemed to glare down at me…

And Marilyn quickly grabbed my arm… her fingers clasped firmly around my wrist…

“No no Brad… he won't allow you to pass. Tonight your sweet Wendy may earn right of passage for you, but now there’s another door for you, just a small opening in the wall.”

“Back this way…” she whispered.

Marilyn drew me back along the passageway. With the wooden carving of a mythological Grecian monster guarding the locked door, understandably, I had this strange scary feeling of unreality. And I thought, what in the hell has Roadrunner gotten me into! But on wobbly knees I followed… back about ten or twenty paces. “Here,” she murmured. “This is where you can hide.” And she stopped before a section of blank wall. Perplexed, I stared in confusion at the empty wall paneling. An obscure little smile played at the corners of Marilyn's pretty lips… a teasing enigmatic smile… I waited, looking back and forth along the wall…

“Watch,” she whispered.

Marilyn’s warm hand eased out of my tense grip. Her nicely manicured fingers trailed in a feathery touch, searching along the blank wall. My eyes followed her slender middle fingers, grazing lightly, following a pattern in the richly polished wood, her delicate hand paused…

From within the ornately paneled wall I heard a soft hollow clunk… like something wooden tumbling… then, with a little creaking sound a slender crack appeared. Standing in the dimly lit passageway my eyes fastened on the narrow fracture in the wall. Again I felt the little creepy crawly feeling.

“What’s… what’s there?” I gasped.

“Shush Brad… you just watch,” she ordered.

My hostess glanced back down the passageway. We were alone…no one in sight. She rested the palm of her hand close to the fracture in the wall and pressed gently...

And without another sound, on oiled hinges, a narrow hidden panel swung slowly inward……

My breath caught…

It was like a secret passageway in some medieval castle and I could feel the gooseflesh prickle on my arms. Aside from thin joints in the dark polished wood, the secret door had been literally invisible. With an awesome feeling of unreality, I stared into the gloomy interior.

“This is it Brad… that narrow opening is the ‘wife watchers’ secret entry-way. You can hide inside there… its tight, but duck your head and sneak inside.”

Crouching down, I cautiously lowered my head into the dim interior and could see thin vertical slits of light. I drew a deep nervous breath. It was gloomy, but a faint sweet scent like spring citrus bloom rose to meet me. “Hurry Brad, slip inside before they come along. We don't want anyone to catch us out here.”

Quickly, we squeezed through the narrow opening in the panel and into a concealed area about the size of a very large walk-in closet, but strangely, the far wall was closed-off by a backward facing half-circle of floor-to-ceiling drapery. The only furniture was a big over-stuffed chair placed close to the dense purple drapery. The tiny area was dark, only dimly illuminated by the several soft wedges of light shining between the plush panels of heavy curtain material.

Suddenly, behind me I heard another soft clunk… eerie darkness closed around me as my hostess quickly pressed the hidden door panel back into position. A prickling shiver lifted the hair on the back of my neck and in the dusky closeness; I could feel Marilyn standing next to me… the female scent of her… her warmth and the soft sound of her breathing. It was eerie… wildly exciting.

Turning away from the comforting warmth my lovely hostess, I stared toward the slivers of light and from the darkness at my side, came a breathy whisper. “There Brad… right behind the heavy drapery is that special bedroom… the secret Wife-Watcher’s Room.”

Marilyn clasped my hand and spoke of the ‘watching room’ softy, in a husky almost reverent whisper. “Behind that pleated curtain is a deluxe and very secret area of the mansion, with baths and a big marble Jacuzzi pool. In the main bedroom there’s a wide custom-built bed with a white satin coverlet. And Brad, the bed is right close to this curtain… so you can peek through any one of the cracks and watch while Marc has sex with your wife.”

With Marilyn’s every whispering word, the crazy situation became more and more real and now with the pleated drapery actually right before my eyes, I had to finally believe I was not in the midst of some wild demented dream. Brushing my fingers along the curtain, seeing the shimmer of light through the narrow pleats, my pulse leaped at the reality of peering through and secretly watching while my blushing wife undresses in the presence of another man… seeing her unhook her bra and slip out of her panties.

But will my shy wife really turn onto her back, spread her legs and make naked love while unaware of my watching eyes? My heart was thumping, but if our secret plan works out, in the next hour, Marc will be slipping between my wife's long legs and pressing a stiffened cock against the curly tangle of her blondish pubic hairs. My God… is it really possible that I'll see it push into Wendy and see them making love while the pinkish oval of her vagina clings in a moist gluey clutch around the white glimmering length of his cock? A little breathless, overcome by the sheer arousal, I denied the shame, the feeling of marital betrayal that washed through me.

And now, closed in the murky darkness of my hiding place, my eyes probed into the shadows… above my head, untouched by the shimmers of light coming through the curtain, lay only a deep black void. I was sweaty, finding it hard to breathe. The bed was just on the other side of the curtain, reality closed around me and never had I felt such an exquisite feeling of just plain belly-squirming raw excitement.

“In a little while I'll leave you,” the hostess whispered, “Sit quietly next to the curtain and wait until the next break in the music. It may be very soon, or maybe a little while, but just wait quietly.”

Confined in the eerie darkness, we were close, pressed together. I could feel the pressure of Marilyn’s warm hip, her femaleness, her whispering breath… a mix of heat and thrills tingled up my spine. My hands were shaking. I was feeling the pulsing start of another erection and I wanted to touch Marilyn, feel the reality of her warm body against my skin.

She squeezed my hand and gave me a warm understanding hug. “Try to stay calm Brad, the waiting will seem endless, but at some timely point Marc will ask your pretty wife to go to a quieter place where they can talk and he’ll get a couple of drinks and try to entice her up to the Watching Room.”

“Do you think she will…?” I paused trying to stop the quiver in my voice. “Do you think he'll be able to get Wendy up here?”

“Mmm hmm, Marc’s smooth and persuasive and if she goes along with it… and if he can get your Wendy to sit on the bed and share even one kiss, then the rest of what you want to see will probably happen.”

“They’ve already been kissing… on the dance floor, a couple of times,” I mumbled nervously.

“Well Brad, that tells us something doesn’t it…?”

“Mmmm,” I managed to mumble... again I thought of Marc kissing my wife in private, getting her onto the bed, unzipping his pants, maybe getting his cock up under her skirt… maybe getting to fuck her. My heart was thumping… the blood rushing through my veins, our whispers of breath mingled in the eerie darkness.

“Ready your emotions Brad. This will not be like the kisses on the dance floor… here they’ll be alone. So if your wife gets on that bed… their kissing will be more intense; and very likely it will lead to Marc feeling her breasts, then touching under her skirt and then to... well, to having sex with her.”

“You think he'll… he'll… really fuck my wife?” I gasped.

“Brad… you know he will. Are you changing your mind?”

“Ohhh God… his penis… is it… really very big?”

“Mmm hum… and like I've said, rather lengthy.”

Barely visible in the dusky light, another tiny smile formed at the corners of her pretty mouth. “Is that intriguing Brad, that his penis may be much bigger than yours?” Marilyn’s voice softened to barely a whisper, “does that add to your excitement… that your wife will make love to another man… a man who’ll thrust a longer, bigger penis into her vagina… that she'll cry and moan?”

“Mmmm, I… I think so.”

Marilyn’s warm fingers cupped my face, her eyes tried to focus on mine, and she whispered very gently. “Well Brad, later, at home in bed with your wife, you can make love and whisper questions. And when she’s excited and the moment is just right, ask her about his penis… ask her how big it was… how it felt in her vagina.”

“Do you think she’ll tell me… how it felt, and… things like that…?”

“Oh yes… many times while you’re making love she’ll relive this night… your wife will think of Marc and remember the thrusting of his long penis… how stiff it was… how it felt deep in the warmth of her vagina. You’ll see Wendy’s eyes close, hear her breath quicken. You may notice her hips shifting more urgently, and in the heat of the moment, with her voice quivering, your wife will tell you how it felt to have her first orgasm with another man.”

“Wendy may be too embarrassed to tell me.”

“Yes, at first when you ask, she'll remember this night in Monterey and blush in shame. It may take weeks, but later when your wife realizes how much it excites you both, she’ll tell every detail… the length of his penis, what she felt when he pressed the head of it into her vagina. When she’s excited and if you ask in the right way, she may whisper back, telling all the details of what Marc did to her… how he…

“Oh god… that would excite me… to make love with my wife and hear her whispering to me… reluctantly, but still telling all the details in breathy tones. What he did… how he fucked her… how it felt.”

“Mmmm hmm, whispering in the dark privacy of your bed… reliving the naughty memories… That’s the unending thrill of wife watching… even if it happens to Wendy only this one time, in both your minds, the memory is always there… hot-wife imagery to excite you and play out again and again…”

“So be ready for that Brad, what may happen here in the next hour will never leave your mind. And long after this night is over, your wife's whispering revelations will send tremors rippling through your stomach.” Marilyn’s words were spoken softly and in the semi-darkness she stared at me, watching the myriad of reactions on my flushed face.

We were pressed close in the tight space, her full warm breasts against my chest and I was beginning to sweat in the humid air. Then in the darkness next to my ear Marilyn drew another deep breath and whispered. “When Marc fucks your wife…” she paused, letting the raw word sink into my squirmy guts. “Well, it’s going to happen only inches away on the other side of this curtain and you can just sit back in the chair, close your eyes and listen to the sound of her whimpers or…”

“…or what?” I mumbled in confusion.

“…or you can kneel down on the floor and peek through one of the cracks in the curtain.”

Standing in the eerie darkness, the words of this lovely woman touched me with a flash of humiliation. Again I felt the rising shame of spying on my wife, the humbling ignominy of watching another man kiss and pet her… of seeing him eventually tugging down her panties and moving between her legs.

Marilyn felt my head turning toward the half-circle of dense curtain. She dropped my shaky hand. “Go ahead Brad, squat down and look through one of the cracks in the curtain and you'll see the bed.”

Fumbling away from her in the dark, I kneeled on the soft cushiony floor and grazed my hand across the drapery; the very heavy panels were strongly stitched together at about one foot intervals and fastened firmly to the floor. But the foot-long spaces between the panels parted easily at the touch of my exploring fingertips. Pressing my eye to the soft light shimmering through one of the pleats, I could see a large ornately decorated room and a huge round bed with a snuggly fitted smooth satin coverlet hanging nearly to the floor and to each side, a vase of fresh-cut flowers sat on a small night table.

On hands and knees, I crawled along the edge of the drapery and pressed my eye against another pleat. I stared… awestruck. As my gaze shifted, there it was, just off to one side… the closed dark-paneled door. Hanging on four very large brass hinges, it hovered ominously before my eyes. It’s the door she'll come through… I squatted on the floor, quivering and staring at the heavy door and then back at the bed. My eyes riveted on the white bed sheet, an image forming in my mind…

My hotly flushed Wendy, on her back, naked, her knees drifting apart, but as Marilyn’s whisper floated down out of the darkness above my head, the naked image fractured into hundreds of jagged little pieces. “Brad, do you see the bed… see how close it is?”

“Yes, oh my God,” I gasped. “It’s a round bed, huge and eye level and… and only inches way.”

“And the mirror… now look across into the big mirror,” she whispered.

Marilyn’s hand settled on my shoulder and I could feel the quickening of my breath as I stared directly across the big round bed. Now I knew why the curtain was shaped into a curve… the mirror captured the image of the curtain… and it hung in a deeply pleated half-circle around the huge round bed.

“Marilyn,” I gasped, “this is absolutely unbelievable… I can’t believe my eyes.” It was as if the wide round bed was set center-stage for some dramatic performance and the audience… just an audience of one… a nervously watching husband. Alone behind the curving drapery, he would be able to move around silently and secretly watch a momentous event in his marriage take place. Quivering with excitement, his pants likely un-zipped, a private and very exquisite performance would unfold, bit-by-bit, right before his eyes. And unless one knew its purpose, the plush drapery seemed merely a part of the exquisite décor, but in the mirror I was quickly aware of the trembling white tip of my finger holding the seam apart and hardly a finger-length away, lay the wide expanse of a white satin bed sheet. “I’m stunned Marilyn… just overwhelmed…”

“There’s more Brad, now feel down along the carpet to your left… Brad, do you feel a little square box?”

“Uh… no.”

“Graze your fingers along the floor… right next to the base of the curtain… do you feel it now, maybe a little more to your left?”

I trailed my fingers further along the carpet… it was there, standing just above the surface of the carpeted floor, a small square cover. “Uh-huh, I feel it now.” My curious fingers grazed over it, around it… trying to figure what it was. The center of the box was concaved, in the curvature I could feel a little round nubbin.

“I feel something like a button,” I murmured.

“Mmm hum, that’s it. Now look through the curtain and press the button.”

“Ohhhh my God,” I gasped. There was not a whisper of sound, but as I stared down at the huge round bed it began a very slow clock-wise rotation. Marilyn’s fingers squeezed my shoulder, but staring down at the orbiting bed, I was shaking, nearly incoherent.

“My God,” I nearly groaned, “it’s like Hef’s big round bed… something right out of Playboy…”

“Mmmm hum, but much much bigger.”

Three small narrow pillows lay corner to corner and formed a triangle in the very center of about a twelve foot round bed. While I stared across into the mirror, the huge bed completed half a turn and I suddenly realized; no matter how he places Wendy’s head on one of the pillows her feet will point outward and as the huge bed turns I'll see their lovemaking from literally every angle. The mirror will see… and I will see, right between my lovely wife's open legs... even between the cheeks of her buttocks… right into the slippery clasp of pink flesh where his cock will be! Ohhh what an exquisite rush of feelings…

And the edge of the rotating bed… my God, it was less than a palm-width from the splits in the curtain. So close, that crouched in the shrouded darkness of my hiding place I’d be able to see everything between Wendy’s legs, every little curly hair… see her pink flesh stretched around his cock and hear the soft wet squishy sounds of them fucking… hear every breath, every gasp and cry. My face felt warm, strange forces rippled through my stomach and tugged at my groin.

In the darkness above my head, Marilyn whispered, “with the button you can start and stop the bed at any point.”

“But won't my wife wonder about this,” I moaned… “Won't she wonder why the bed is turning and stopping?”

“I think Wendy will have a lot more to occupy her thoughts and emotions and Marc will say it turns randomly, on an intermittent timer.”

“Utterly… utterly bizarre,” I gasped.

“Ahh yes, bizarre ideas readily spring from the twisty minds of men. And they’ve carefully aligned the mirrors so as the bed slowly orbits; you’ll see every inch of your naked wife… see the emotion in Wendy’s eyes and possibly a few glistening tears. And the lighting, though soft, is cleverly arranged so when her open legs are turning pass the curtain you’ll have an exquisite view into the shadows between your wife's thighs. Then… if you want, you can pause the bed and watch…”

Still squatted on the cushiony floor, I pressed the button again and watched the rotating empty bed ease to a smooth stop… I felt light-headed, staring down I imagined the bewitching image of Wendy’s feet lifted… her spread buttocks facing toward one of the cracks in the curtain… her heels pressed back against her bare bottom… her vagina… wet… the pink slippery skin stretched snugly around his thickened cock…

I struggled back to my feet… oh my God, he’s going to fuck my Wendy… right there… right on that bed… right before my eyes. My legs were shaky, knees weak. Emotionally exhausted, I dropped down into the big chair. My hostess stood next to the chair, her perfumed body, her very presence still hovered near me and I reached out into the darkness for the comfort of her hand. I heard a little swish of fabric and she slid warmly onto my lap. I could feel Marilyn’s weight, the exciting warmth of her buttocks against my legs. Under the pressure of Marilyn’s hip, my penis began to stiffen and we continued to talk softly about my wife… about what was to happen.

“Exciting isn’t it,” she murmured… “To see that big round bed… to know your wife will be there, naked with another man.”

“Unbelievable,” I whispered… “And six couples could fit on that huge bed,” I gasped.

“Mmm humm, yes it happens… sometimes, they gather together on the big rotating bed, swapping wives… the husbands screwing each other’s wife while watching the orbiting image of his own wife in the wall mirror. With his wife's bouncing feet pointed outward from the circle, her spread loins present an orbiting image of pink genitalia stretched wetly around another man’s penis. And they watch their own wives… every time the wife's feet pass by the mirror… they watch… transfixed by the image, they stare… and all the while they watch, they're fucking the other man’s wife…”

“Ohhh that must be an awesome experience,” I murmured… “to be on a bed like that, having another man’s precious wife, maybe the mother of his children… and all the while he’s with your own wife, his erected penis buried in her loins. The excitement must be just overwhelming.”

“Yes Brad, but it’s a realm of erotica extending far beyond mere excitement, because it reaches into the depth of a loving marriage, into the extremity of human love and emotion. And as one peers into the watching room, well… there seems no boundary to the infinite imagination of the human mind.”

“On that big round bed, the couples begin by mingling, kissing, petting, feeling and exploring each other’s wives… finally undressing them. By the natural configuration of a round bed, the naked wives find themselves arranged around in a circle, their pretty heads all together in the center, feet pointing outward. Each husband tries to take a position somewhat across from his own wife. They’re head-to-head, his wife's flushed face is close to his… he can hear her gasping breath… and while one of the other husbands fucks her, if she tips her head back, they can look into each other’s eyes. And now, with each slow orbit of the bed, the husband can lift his head and look across his wife's body and as her open legs pass slowly by the mirror… he can see between her open knees, into the spread of her buttocks… see the slippery thrusting of the other man’s penis…”

“I can feel that Marilyn… Ohh my God, I can feel that emotional, just plain raw excitement.”

“Well, some other night Brad… another party, another time… would you like to try it, being on the same bed with your Wendy? Having the other men’s wives, while seeing your lovely Wendy taken by four or five different men… seeing their stiff penises pushing into her… see them taking turns fucking your wife, sharing her, passing her around, their stiff slippery cocks glistening with her vaginal fluids as they each wait another turn between her legs? Can you imagine seeing that Brad, watching them finally cumm in your wife's little belly, one right after the other? Wendy's pink opening would be splayed apart; you'd see every hair below her pubic bone, matted and sticky. There'll be a slippery puddle under her buttocks and she'll moan and groan until her breath is gone. It can be quite extreme Brad…quite extreme…”

“I… I think. Ohhhh God, I think it would tear my guts out, but… but well, maybe... ”

Listening to the whispery words of my hostess, I was overcome with excitement and curiosity, sitting in the dark, the side of her head resting intimately against my cheek, her buttocks warm against my groin, I finally mumbled…

“Marilyn, who in the world built this strange mansion, they built secret rooms, a curtain to peek through, big mirrors, even a huge rotating bed. And who in hell would deliberately build a bed with squeaky springs? It’s bizarre, almost beyond imagination…”

“You really want to know?”

“Yeah… who but the very devil could have conceived of such an erotic combination of squeaky beds and mirrors? Marilyn… only the most devilish mind could have created this… this bizarre Wife Watcher’s Room.”

“Well Brad, he's not exactly the devil, but it’s an appellation perhaps well deserved. However, he has an intuitive grasp of human nature and a far reaching mind… and it’s a mind fascinated with the blushing innocence of shy pretty wives, wives like your sweet Wendy.”

“But why build such a strange mansion here… right on the top of such a desolate rocky point?”

“Well the story is, while a young man on his honeymoon, he'd been warned of the legend by a local innkeeper, but like so many husbands, he scoffed at the Magic of Monterey. And so it seems, on one of those special moonlit nights, on this very rocky point, they’d spread a blanket under the stars. He'd sat in the moonlight with his lovely bride, just staring out across the bay, breathing the clean salt air and the scent of drifting sea weed. When out of the rock strewn shoreline, a tall man suddenly appeared… his long un-tended blonde hair hung nearly to his shoulders and like a Viking God he was bare-chested, lithe and broad-shouldered.”

“Out of the shadows he approached, the muscles in his strong legs rippled in the moonlight and the young bride was frightened; she fell back against the blanket, lips parted in a gasp of breath, her long hair spilling out like a shimmering halo.”

“But the stranger gently took the frightened young wife in his strong arms, softly he kissed her lips, calming her and in less than an hour, the prim shy bride was out of her panties… willingly on her back… the handsome stranger between her legs…”

The story telling seemed to excite my lovely hostess. Cuddled together in the chair, Marilyn’s fingers found mine, she shifted slightly and my stiffening penis found room up between the crease of her buttocks. “So the strange man fucked the young bride,” I whispered.

“Mmm humm… and the memory of that night, the loss of his sweet wife's innocence never left his mind. Under a starry Monterey sky, a ruggedly handsome stranger had gently pressed his frightened bride onto her back and reached up under her skirt. She’d struggled and squealed, until finally lifting her buttocks allowing him to pull off her underpants.”

“So in the young husband's mind, the mysterious images always lurked, the way his pretty bride then willingly lifted her skirt and gave in to the magic… her shuddering gasp as the man’s long cock pinned her twisting hips down against the blanket. So the young man never forgot the stranger’s thrusting cock, his wife's pretty head tossing about with the moonlight on her golden hair.”

Marilyn went on with the story, speaking softly. The big chair was soft and cushiony; every slight shift of our bodies, even our breathing seemed to be rubbing my stiffening penis against her round warm backside. Our lips were close; our breath was mingling in the darkness and I could feel the curve of Marilyn’s warm ass and I began to wonder if she wore panties under the thin dress. As she whispered close to my ear I could feel her breath against my cheek and I had this urge to touch her, but I only murmured, “Did the stranger cumm in the man’s new bride?”

“Yes… but only after a long while and as the handsome stranger fucked his bare-bottomed young bride, he'd sat on the blanket by her side, her warm panties clutched in one hand, the other holding her nervous fingers in a tight sweaty grasp. The stranger’s hands reached under and around her bare buttocks, lifting her loins for the vigorous thrusts of his long cock. Her pretty toes were over the man’s back… feet kicking… her leather sandals finally flying off into the darkness…”

“With a long stiffened penis, the stranger took his near virginal wife decisively… deep powerful thrusts and for a long while, her wailing cries mingled with the soft hiss of foamy surf washing against the rocky cliff. The moon was dipping lower when the young husband heard the man’s final grunt, saw his muscular back stiffen as he released deep into the slippery warmth of the young bride’s vagina.”

“On that magical night the sea was washing against the rocky shoreline in rhythmic waves. And it’s rumored… on that moonlit blanket, the young wife conceived her first baby. And so, years later, her husband built his fantasy mansion here, right on this same rocky point of land and the ‘Wife Watcher’s Room’ eventually came to be.”

“Wow, that’s all so mysterious… just unbelievably mysterious,” I mumbled.

“Yes Brad… and a mystery it must stay, so we'll leave his name unsaid, but today he's a very wealthy corporate mogul. And so the prim and proper wives of many powerful men have had their time on that big round bed. But always the shy ones, the pretty blue-eyed blondes, the pink-nippled redheads and the lovely brunettes with their darker curls of lush pubic hair… they’ve all been down on their backs with other men between their bent knees.”

“And their watching husbands, those powerful political figures, the corporate executives, those rich and famous men… they’ve all had their humbling turn behind the watcher’s curtain… sweating and trembling, their eyes glued to the crack as their whimpering young wives were being soundly fucked by other men…”

Marilyn lay back against me in the deep soft chair, in the darkness; I could feel her hip against my stomach, the soft brush of her whispering breath against my face. She could feel my stiffening penis, but also my fearful trembling.

“So you're not alone with your fear Brad; on this very spot, strong powerful men have also stood trembling while listening to those wifely shrieks and cries… the creaking bed, the whimpers and sobs. Many loving husbands have squatted here in the darkness, peering through the curtain with their pants unzipped, shamefully masturbating while watching other men fuck their pretty wives. They’ve watched the long bare cocks of other men push deep and release into the vaginas of their young fertile wives and in those very moments, unable to stop themselves, their own sperm usually spurts up into the darkness and dribbles down over their fingers.”

“And finally, when it’s over, they’ve watched the wives they love lying breathless and spent… open-kneed, with the fluids of other men glistening amongst their wetted curls of pubic hair. And many a shy wife has crawled off that bed and pulled up her panties with new bright shining eyes… but some, well, some with eyes brimming with tears.”

“And many of those, now ‘not so innocent’ wives are with us tonight; you saw them down on the dance floor, looking lovely with adoring husbands at their sides. You may notice one or two of those same lovely faces in the media, maybe reporting the weather, reading the news reports in those sweet breathy voices. They stand on their high-heels before the cameras, the very image of sweet lovely wives, gold wedding bands on their fingers and no one would ever guess other men have been between those long shapely legs. So now Brad, you finally understand the esoteric nature of the ‘Watching Room’ and why it must always stay a secret… only known to the trusted few.”

“Oh yes,” I moaned, “I'll keep the secret.”

But I was thinking of my Wendy’s warm wet vagina, and thinking of sperm and babies again.

“Do you think he'll… he'll cumm in my wife?” I whispered.

“Mmm hum, of course he will.”

Ohh God,” I groaned… “After… do you think my Wendy will cry?”

“I don't know Brad, you'll just have to wait till it’s over.”

“Brad it’s nearly time, I should leave you now, will you be all right, if I leave you waiting here alone?” She slipped off my lap and stood next to the chair and I struggled to my feet.

Marilyn’s warmth, her breath next to mine was my only touch with reality. “I don't know,” I mumbled. “It’s taking a long time…”

“Well, the band must have played on for a while, but if we hear Marc opening the door, I’ll just slip away.”

On the carpeted hallway it was unlikely, but we stood for a while listening for footsteps, for any sound of approaching voices. I felt Marilyn’s warm body, her breath against my ear as she whispered…

“This is ‘no-going-back’ time. Are you nervous?”

“Oh God… yes…”

“Excited?”

“Of course,” I murmured. The time was near, I could feel my erection building, that warm pulsing sensation at the end of my spine, my cock lengthening and starting to fully stiffen. We were squeezed together in the confining darkness. I could feel Marilyn’s breasts, her warm loins against mine… she could feel my cock swelling and lifting up against her belly.

She snuggled closer, not pulling away. Her whisper was soft and teasing. “You’ve wanted to see this… to see your wife being undressed and taken by another man?”

“Mmm, we’ve talked about it for months.”

I thought back to the whispered fantasy we shared in our bed… how Wendy would surrender… her long legs sprawled… her back arching to take the first deep thrust of his cock. While we made love I imagined her under a mysterious man, how the bed would squeak, how her pretty head would loll back, eyes squeezed shut, her parted lips gasping for breath. And now… unbelievably, I was going to see it happen.

Marilyn stirred, her lips brushed warmly against my neck. I felt a shiver… felt a little throb go through my groin. I could feel her breath against my skin as she continued to whisper softly…

“Sharing wives and wife watching… well, it’s certainly traumatic,” she mused. “And it’s such a strange male phenomenon,” she added.

“Marilyn,” I whispered… “Before you leave me, may I ask you something?”

“Of course Brad.”

“Mare… have you ever been, well, on the other side of the curtain… with a man?”

“Mmm humm… a couple of times,” she whispered. There was a little tremor in her voice. The excitement was mutual and as Marilyn whispered, I felt her hips shift and her stomach snuggle more firmly against the lump in my pants.

“And your husband… he watched?”

“Uh-huh… his name is Byron and he watched through the curtain, that was my first time. Then one time, we were on a trip out of town and he sat right next to me on a hotel bed, when I was with a man… a handsome English gentleman.”

“Was he… well, was Byron excited and okay with what happened?”

“Uh-huh, and after… back in our own bed, sometimes he blindfolds my eyes, he whispers naughty things close to my ear until I start to shiver. And then, his whispers take me to imaginary places where other men make love to me while he watches.” Marilyn was silent for a moment, thinking… and then she mused. “But when a husband watches secretly, well that must bring an even sharper edge to the thrill.”

“Yeah… I feel that edge already.”

“You’re tense and squirming. Now Brad… are you really sure you want to go ahead with this?”

“Yeah… I'm just a little nervous and wondering if she’ll really let him.”

“Well, she might not. And remember it’s her first time… so she’ll be embarrassed and apprehensive, but he’ll take a lot of time with her. Your bashful wife may struggle a little, but without actually forcing her… well, he’ll be very determined to… to shall we say, succeed.”

“Succeed…” The word, its very connotation, sent a quiver up my spine. With soft knowing words, my lovely hostess broke my trance. “Brad, if you’re ready for this, I’ve got to leave you now. It must be nearly time. Any moment now that door will slowly open. And when you see your shy little wife stepping into the ‘Watching Room’ and that first rush of emotion hits your squirmy stomach … well, you should be alone with your feelings.”

“Uh-huh.”

But remember now, you’ve made your decision, so when Marc gets Wendy down on that bed and begins to undress her, well, you can open a crack in the curtain and watch him take her clothes off, but you must stay absolutely quiet.”

“I'll be… very quiet.”

“And remember Brad, your wife is young and bashful and when he starts to get under her skirt, there’ll likely be a lot of nervous squeaks and some struggling, but at that point you must accept the inevitable. Wendy may not give in easily… but she will, and you mustn’t make any sound or try to stop it.”

I felt my heart pumping, my cock fully stiff, but continuing to thickening as the blood rushed to my groin. “I… I won’t… I'll just watch,” I mumbled in confusion.

My lovely hostess cracked open the hidden wall panel. Soft light from the hallway cut the darkness of my hiding place. “I’m almost afraid to see you leave,” I murmured. She paused, “Brad, I’m sure I'd get a thrill out of watching this with you, but when it starts you'll be glad for some privacy.”

“Mmmm… I suppose.”

“Well here’s the reality Brad, you'll be only inches away and at the moment his long penis pushes deep into your timid wife she may shriek, the bed springs are going to start squeaking and you’ll hear Wendy whimpering. So Brad, like all the other husbands you'll want some privacy to, ah… un-zip your pants and do something personal.”

She saw my face flush at the thought of secretly watching through the curtain and masturbating, while only inches away, another man was fucking my sweet shy wife. Embarrassed, my eyes shifted away.

“Oh Brad… I know you'll need to relieve yourself, so don't act so embarrassed. And this is not going to end quickly,” she whispered. “But when I think Marc is about finished with your wife I'll come back for you. Wait for me… I'll tap on the panel and slip back inside.”

Marilyn turned to leave, and then paused with an amused smile on her face. “There’s a box of tissues on the floor next to the chair… if you need a few.” She winked at me, her lips parted and after a quick warm kiss; she quietly closed the hidden door.

With a soft wooden clunk the panel latched back into place and suddenly I was alone in the eerie darkness… it was dead quiet… only the pulsing thumping of my heart. Little shivers ran up my back as I stood staring at the thin slivers of light shining through the seams in the curtain.

My eyes drifted down to the fuzzy image of the box of tissues. Then, thankful for the solitude that hid my shame, I slumped back in the big chair. Silence, claustrophobic darkness closed around me. Smothering reality began to bubble to the surface and I felt it… the helpless anguish of waiting.

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The passing minutes seemed like hours, the air suffocating and close. I began to fret… pacing back and forth along the curtain, peering nervously through some of the head-high the cracks. I toyed with the button, practiced rotating the bed a couple of times, making it stop at certain spots. Across the room the wide wall mirror stared back at me and while reflecting only the empty bed, it seemed to mock my plight. Tingling with nervous anticipation, I watched the door, waiting to see it move, listening for the tiniest sound.

Unsettling possibilities began swirling through my mind. Maybe Wendy just turned him down… or maybe he took my wife to some other room. A room where I wouldn’t hear her squealing cries… wouldn’t see her knees bent back, her hips twisting under the force of his stiff thrusting cock. Sweat gathered in my armpits… maybe at this very moment, in some other hidden room, he was settling down between my wife’s spread knees.

Waiting became an agony all its own, but finally I heard sounds outside the other door… the faint murmur of a nervous female voice, the deeper tone of a male response. Tense and with my heart in over-drive I waited…

A soft thump against the door, oh God they’re here… my wife is here, just outside the door. Cloaked in a mesmerizing stupor I stood in the darkness, staring through one of the head-high cracks in the curtain. Several seconds passed, I was shaking, the sweat continuing to sting at the corners of my eyes. But finally I heard the faint metallic sound of the doorknob turning and the rich mahogany door starting to swing slowly inward. I visibly shuttered, the feeling was like cold damp fingers clasping the back of my neck. I quickly pressed the split in the curtain to just a narrow crack through which to peer. My face was burning, but somehow, a cold sensation trickled down my spine…

From out in the hallway, my wife’s soft voice reached my ears… a breathy sigh, then her nervous little giggle. I heard him say, “Come on Wendy, let’s step inside and sit where it’s quiet….”

And in that dramatic moment in time, from out of the darkest corner of my hiding place, another being reared up at my side… the green-eyed monster of jealousy and the mythical monster reached into my chest and squeezed his icy fingers around my thumping heart……..

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To be continued in (Chapter 5)

B.W.B.

[rickflst]

Every chapter is better then the last. And oh that Marylyn is sounding sweet as Wendy!

[weluvtoodoit]

Well, well, well....this one was worth the wait, definitely! Even though I'm a woman, I could feel Brad's intense emotions revolving around seeing his wife with another man, and, even more intriguing, the chemistry building up between him and Marilyn. It adds a whole new dimension to the plot! (One I especially am interested in ) I thank you for being the classy and erotic gentleman that you are, and I love how you have intertwined so many familiar elements into your writing - I broke into a big smile when you wrote about Marilyn's husband and the English gentleman! So very clever!

It's early morning for me right now as I have read your story and am writing this, and so now I think I have no alternative but to go back to my bed and use my favorite vibrator to relieve the tension that has built up in my tingling pussy. My imagination will turn to thoughts of .... well, I'll leave that up to your imagination!

As ever,
Marilyn

[HerLittleGuy]

I gotta' get my Mrs to read this! She's on this board, but doesn't sign in very often. I think she'll find this to be a wonderfully erotic story!

Thanks again BWB. I'm really looking forward to the next part of this story.

HLG

[roadrunner]

Again, another great installment! And eagerly awaiting the next!

[dave370]

This is really good fantasy

[leader7688]

B. W. B. you are an inspiration to us all!!!

[sirenseeker]

Bertram W. Bronson - The Shakespeare of Salacious Stories!

[Lettuce Tramp]

Bert:

Please consider this a reply & a THANK YOU for the last three chapters. We have been gone & I was very happy to see three new chapters posted when we arrived back home.

I enjoyed ALL of it & can't wait for the rest.... Again, Barb showed her approval of your hard work. THANX for that too!

Chuck

[tay]

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