' The Making of Mindy ' ...(Part 2) Of a wife-watching story

[Bertram W Bronson]

The Making of Mindy,

By: Bertram W. Bronson

Part (2)

As I think back on that warm summer night I know we were primed to test the water… ready to move from pillow fantasy and edge just a little closer to the scary world of reality.

And it was unplanned and out of nowhere… an invitation to what appeared to be an impromptu party up in the hills of San Francisco, but couples only. The phrase ‘couples only’ was like waving a red flag at us. We’d heard all the whispered rumors of wife-swapping and key parties around our upper-class neighborhood. Those week-end parties where it was… ‘My wife for Yours’ and vise versa, but what was office rumor and gossip and what was real?

The invite was verbal and came from an older exec on San-Com-Tec’s sales staff where I’m working my way up the ladder. At first, I wondered about the invitation. I'm still on the lower rungs of the corporate ladder, so why invite me… why us? And then in an instant, I realized, if office rumors were true, the invitation might be because of Mindy… he'd seen my luscious little wife stopping by the office, her pretty blonde head bobbing past his door. I'd seen the appreciative looks of fellow workers, the sly glances at Mindy’s curvy ass, at her trim ankles and the intriguing swish of her skirt. The realization left me with a strange feeling… and of course, little nervous twitches of anticipation, but of course, nothing was really going to happen… well at least, not all the way.

Saturday evening came… in our bedroom, my lovely Mindy sat in her bra and panties and fussed with her hair. I watched the hair brush run through her long blonde hair, with arms raised, the mirror reflected the youthful beauty of her bra covered breasts and freshly shaven underarms. I stared at her firm breasts, at their slight shifting movements and the faint coloration of pink nipples under the fabric. My admiring eyes watched the swelling curve of her panty-clad buttocks as she brushed her hair. The strap of her bra was white across the smooth skin of her tanned back. My eyes drifted downward along her spine to the crack of her lovely round ass… my God I thought… could I really let some guy…?

“Mindy… sweetie, it’s getting late.”

“Mmmm… okay honey.”

My little virgin bride stood, bare-footed, a slight shift of lovely firm breasts as she moved toward her closet on those long smoothly tanned legs… little tuffs of straw-blonde pubic curl formed a soft puffy mound in the crotch of her panties… my God, she looked lovely, so deliciously pure.

Mindy rummaged around and finally slipped into something pretty, she turned her back to me and with a well practiced toss of her head, swept the shimmer of golden hair from the back of her neck, “zip me,” she said. I lightly kissed the side of her exposed neck and trailed my fingers up along her bare spine; just barely grazing the warm smooth skin… she shivered… goose-flesh prickled so deliciously along her spine. “Tommy,” she gasped, “you… you know what that does to me. Are you trying to start something…?”

But I ran the zipper up her back and then Mindy turned, facing me, arms at her side. And there, standing before me… was the quintessential little blonde angel, albeit one with hotly-flushed cheeks. Oh my God, I just wanted to toss her down on the bed and lick every inch of her silky smooth skin.

“Tommy… I’m ready,” my little angel purred in that sweet soft voice. “Darling… do I look all right?”

“Come on you little minx, let’s go before God snatches you back up to heaven.”

In the car, we were nervous, nothing will happen we assured each other, but we were ready to tease ourselves and dabble into the unknown. We'll just check it out, just for the thrill,” I said. “A little dancing, maybe let some guy sneak a few kisses?”

“But… but, not do anything… I mean, not really swap with another couple,” she mumbled. “I'm, well not really sure I can do that, for real…”

We turned up into the foothills. Far below, the twinkling city lights began to fade. “Tommy, do you think… well, that some guy will try to kiss me?”

“Would you like that… if he’s a nice handsome guy?”

“Mmmm, I think so… if he’s, well gentle and really nice…”

Three miles passed, “Tommy, will you mind if… if I really kiss some nice guy?”

I didn’t answer, just reached over and rested my hand on her smooth knee. Mindy leaned her head against my shoulder. Then I murmured, “Mindy, I think I'd like to see that happen, see some clean-cut man kissing you. I'd like to see you blush while he holds you tight and gives you a deep warm kiss.” She drew a soft breath and nuzzled against my shoulder, I felt her legs loosen a bit and my fingers edged up under her skirt, up between her thighs were it was warm and humid. Her right knee lifted ever so slightly and eased a little away from the other. I slipped my hand higher up between the silky warmth of her inner thighs and pressed my fingertips against her panty crotch… she shivered.

“What if he… wants to touch me? Ohhh Tommy, what if…”

I felt her pubis tip… just that slight up shift of buttocks and spine as she pressed her panty crotch up against my fingertips. We drove another mile with my fingers cupped over the warm little mound of her pussy. In her mind it was probably that ‘nice guy’ touching her… him feeling the crinkly little puff of pubic hair under the thin crotch of her panties. I glanced quickly aside, Mindy’s head was leaned back, eyes closed. I'd found the tender button of her clitoris with my fingertip, the stretch of road was a little bumpy and the car seat was vibrating slightly under her buttocks. With a little gasp she pushed my hand out from under her skirt…

“Tommy, don't… stop touching or, ohh God, I'll have… an… an orgasm.”

So Mindy was scared and excited, just a warm delicious bundle of nerves as we wound our way up into the San Francisco hills. Three times we took wrong turns, but finally found our way to the couple’s plush home. It was prestigious; two story stone-faced, surrounded by tall Monterey pines on a winding dead-end lane high above the bay. My car lights swung onto a high-walled gated entry.

“Oh Jeezzz,” seems to be Mindy’s most common expression and she gasped at the comparison to our newlywed’s modest one-bedroom apartment. The place was really up-scale even by bay-area standards, three different wings, the architectural landscaping all lit, expensive cars and limos all over the driveway and parking area. We paused, our older car idling at the ornate gated entrance. A security guard glanced at Mindy’s pretty blonde head, and with a look of envy, pressed a button and the heavy iron gate rolled slowly back. The guard leaned down and smiled at Mindy, he tipped his hat and we drove on through the wide stone archway.

“My God, it’s a mansion… it must have cost billions of zillions,” she murmured.

Well, I’m a young cocky guy, darn good at what I do and I was beginning to feel a little put down. “Honey,” I said, “give me five or six more years… I’ll build one for you, high on a hill, with blue sky and white puffy clouds.” Her wifely antenna picked up my tone. A serious look came over her pretty face. She squeezed my arm until my eyes met hers. “Sweetheart,” she murmured very softly, “if we move into in a cardboard shack… “I’ll still love you… forever.”

That said, and with my eyes a bit misty with emotion, I squeezed my three-year-old Ford between two new Mercedes. We stood for several minutes leaning against the car, looking down at the city, holding each other, lost in thought. Mindy was leaning back against me, her head rested under my chin, her curvy butt warm against my stomach. My arms slipped around her, one hand on her stomach, the other cupped under the soft swell of her left breast. The scent of her hair, the warm aroma of a lovely young woman drifted up into my nostrils. I pressed my face into her long golden hair and slowly drew a deep thoughtful breath…

I held that breath, holding the sweet scent of Mindy deep within me until I felt light-headed, and I thought… could I ever give this precious gift from the Gods to another man… a man who would kiss her and fondle her… and fuck her?

It was only a few minutes, but it seemed I held Mindy against me for the longest time. As I think back at those moments, maybe some inner instinct was telling me to hold her precious innocence in my arms for one last time. We lingered… indecisively, just staring up at the heavens above. The night was warm; the black California sky a litter of shinning stars, way below the twinkle of city lights seemed part of some other world. Crickets were chirping, the cooling car engine made little pinging sounds and dance music drifted across the broad spread of green manicured lawn.

“Sweetie, shall we?” I finally murmured.

She held back for a moment, turning in my arms. “Tommy, I love you so much.” Holding each other under the shimmering galaxy of stars had brought about a more pensive somber mood.

“Tommy, before we go… in there…”

“Well I want you to know how much I love you.”

What was Mindy trying to say? My wife's tone of voice, the choosing of her words sent a little shiver up my spine. Among the wondrous mysteries of this world are women and I wondered if she was feeling something in that special place where only women feel… feeling things that past unnoticed by simple-minded husbands. I wondered if some primal female instinct was warning her… that somewhere in the expanse of that luxurious mansion that special ‘right guy’ might be waiting… he’s handsome, he’s gentle and this is… the time… the place… the opportunity.

Swallowing back a taste of apprehension, I tried to lighten to mood, “Ahh come on Min… it’ll be fun.”

The trace of apprehension still lingered in my stomach; but I took Mindy’s hand and tried to shift into a more frivolous mood. Like teenagers on a date, I swung her hand back and forth between us and we laughed as we started strolling toward the elegant front entry. “Come on Mindy, let’s just enjoy the party and have a little fun.”

It was like I'd thrown a switch, she began to giggle and tease. “Oh wait,” she stopped part way up the curving stone paved walkway. “Tommy, you give me those car keys!” she demanded with kind of a smirking grin.

“Mindy, you silly little shit,” I said, “you know I have no intention of…” But I handed over the keys and with a giggle she zipped them in her purse. “You’re not really going to trade me off,” she giggled.

“Ah-ha… So don’t you want to see what it’s like to screw another guy,” I teased. My face pressed against the side of her neck making her squirm and giggle. “You might like it!” I whispered.

“Tommy, that’s crude and that’s still just a bedtime fantasy!” she said in a more serious voice. “And I'm nervous and really really scared, so you stop it… or I won’t even go in.”

So she was scared, but under the fright lay a bubbling caldron of excitement. I remembered cupping my fingers over her pussy as we drove… the way she lifted her hips… the feeling of the little mound of humid warmth under her panty crotch. She’d been just a few wiggles away from cumming in her pants and I could only wonder what the next few hours would bring.

But I said, “relax darling, any wife-swapping is certainly optional and it probably doesn’t even happen anyway. It’s likely just more stupid office rumor and gossip.”

“Well okay Tommy… but if its not just rumor, well we can play with the fantasy a little and maybe, well, if I dance with a nice guy maybe I'll let him kiss me… but… but I don't want anything to…to really happen.”

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Well it did turn out to be kind of a semi-planned swapping thing where the wives drew car keys out of a bowl or invented some other pretext to make love with each other’s husbands. There were thirteen couples and we made fourteen. The group was classy, a slightly older host couple, but mostly young executives showing off their pretty wives. The drinks flowed freely. There was a catered buffet, music and dancing. The crowd was loose and friendly and there was a really select choice of young married females… all fine high-breasted little creatures, however, I had no intention of actually trading my lovely Mindy for any of it. Swapping or watching Mindy with another man was a fantasy that made us both hot in bed… but really? No I didn’t expect her to let it happen.

But as I did expect, several handsome guys asked Mindy to dance and I watched them swirling with the music, holding her close, hands cupping her slender waist… her lower back, saw their fingers edging cautiously downward and settling against the upper swell of her curvy rump. Eventually someone dimmed the lighting and the music was, by deliberation, now mostly slow romantic numbers; the dancing groin to groin.

My wife seemed to enjoy dancing with one particular guy, a mid-level exec that I’d seen around San-Com-Tec’s computer division. With her inhibitions loosened by several drinks, she began to lay her pretty head against his shoulder. I noticed how he held her breasts against his chest and brushed his lips across the top of her blonde head. Mindy was loving the attention and coming back to me each time with a flush on her cheeks. On one or two other occasions I’d watched her dancing with other men, but tonight, seeing her in the arms of this attractive guy sent a different message. Knowing what he wanted, seeing Mindy’s loins pressed against his and watching him sneaking feels of her ass was exciting in a way that I had imagined, but never experienced.

“So you got your cute ass pinched…” I teased.

“Stop it now,” she scolded. “We were just dancing… well, a little close.”

“Mmmm… is that why your cheeks are so flush?”

“Tommy stop teasing… you're being silly.”

But I could sense the growing tension and the excitement building up in both of us. Later in the evening Mindy sat with me cuddling on a small sofa and we watched some of the key drawing and pairing off. We noted the subtle wife/husband whispering, saw the parting kisses on the cheek as, one by one, the first three blushing wives were quietly led toward the upper part of the house by other men.

But one giggly little brunette seemed like she was teasing and changing her mind and the husband whose key she had drawn laughingly scooped her up and started to carry her toward the bedroom area. His arm swept under her knees and as he quickly spun her around, gravity had its way and the back of her short dress dropped down. She was wearing thin almost translucent panties… a warm sensation hit me… hit me hard in the groin. Even in the shadowy light under her dress, both her round butt and the tapering wedge of white panty crotch between her cheeks were momentarily exposed.

Mindy’s hand nervously squeezed my arm. “Oh my God… Tommy, should we leave now?” But I was entranced by the knowledge that this cute little brunette wife was about to actually get laid by another guy. Embarrassed and giggling, she seemed barely out of her teens. “Yeah, we’ll leave… in just a little while,” I said, wishing that I could follow and watch it happen to her. The hit in my groin had swollen into a dull ache.

He carried the little brunette across the room and it gave me kind of an exciting feeling to see the normally forbidden view under this married girl’s dress and see how the underside of her panty crotch had snuggled up between her ass cheeks. Her husband was watching and she was kicking her feet and squeaking and squealing in mock protest. But we heard her throaty giggles as the guy carried her in the direction of the sofa where we were sitting.

As he carried her pass me, I made eye contact with a pair of deep brown eyes. She was really cute and blushing and I sensed an eager excitement in her eyes. The back of her dress was still hanging below her hind-end, and from about three feet away, I saw her exposed ass in amazing detail, bikini tan lines, the puffy outline of her sex and a dark hint of stray hair curling along the vee shaped edges of thin white panties. I wondered if this was her first time… from the blush on her face, it probably was. But just as they disappeared through an ornate archway we noticed the mock struggling stop and her hot face press against his neck. The guy was clearly going to fuck her and just the thought of it happening like that sent a strange warm feeling through my groin. And Mindy nervously watched it all with her lips parted and her nails cutting into the back of my wrist. Her face was hotly flushed and I could only wonder where her mind was going.

“Tommy,” she whispered in a little quivery voice. “This is giving me strange scary feelings…”

“Exciting feelings?”

She lowered suddenly sheepish eyes and toyed idly with the hem of her skirt. “Mmmm, sort of… well exciting feelings and…”

And I began to have purulent second thoughts about swapping and wondered what it would be like to bed something like that cute little brunette while some other guy took Mindy. I leaned my head back, eyes closed and one of my secret visions drifted through my mind. An image of my wife Mindy with her panties off… a guy with a long stiff cock moving between her spread thighs. Wow… could I really handle that I wondered as I felt my penis crowding the confines of my pants.

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To be continued in part (3)

B.W.B

[bayouboy]

This is one ferociously hot story. Thanks for sharing your talent.

[Curious Couple]

My wife and I really enjoyed the story. It is similar to one that we read several years ago also by Bertram Bronson called "Wife Watcher's Party". Does anyone have the "Conclusion" to that story? The last installment that we read ended with the man's wife about to be "taken" by the handsome stranger at the party while the husband secretly watched from behind a curtain. We would love to hear about the actual sexual encounter as well as the thoughts that went through the husband's mind as he watched his wife get fucked by another man.

[tay]

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