' The Making of Mindy ' ...(Part 1) Of a wife-watching story

[Bertram W Bronson]

The Making of Mindy

A wife-watching tale,

By: Bertram W. Bronson

bwbinca@hotmail.com

Part (1)

Virgin brides… Yes, in today’s liberal world, they’re sparser than pink flamingos grazing on a Minnesota wheat field. But kidding aside, really there are quite a few. So do you ever wonder about them… those sweet little wives who’ve never fully experienced the intimate touch of another man? Do you suppose an occasional smidgen of regret sneaks into their secret thoughts?

Well, I've wondered about those blushing virgin brides, they go to the altar intact and all dressed in flowing white. And then there’s the sweet girl who shares breathless backseat kisses and eventually loses her precious hymen to her high school sweetheart. His heartfelt promise dries her tears, soon there’s a gold band on her finger and she never leaves the security of her marriage bed.

So does planet Earth inhabit such a bride or virgin sweetheart, a delightfully shy little creature, who a year or two into her marriage, didn’t imagine what it would feel like to be taken to bed by another man? Maybe just to sample the strange new urges in her loins, or satisfy a long-held secret curiosity…

No I don't mean a sordid love affair… perhaps just a one-time, on-her-back tumble in the middle of hubby’s bed. Being frivolously tossed onto their bed with hubby watching would bring a shameful hot flush to her pretty face. The anxious hubby would hear little nervous squeaks while another man yanks his wife's panties over her wiggling toes and tosses up her skirt. The bed will creak; she'll sob and whimper… and they’ll be left with erotic memories to savor within their marriage, images that will linger in both their minds until… well, forever…

Well, I think that curious virgin bride was my shy wife Mindy!

And of course, like me, many men who marry virgin sweethearts also wonder how it would feel to let that groin-tightening occurrence take place. Just lead her, hot-faced and blushing, to the side of another man’s bed, then sit by with a thumping heart while he tumbles the embarrassed little darling onto her back and guides her through that delicious experience. Yes, as it has in yours, many times it’s played out in my mind… the image of my Mindy with her panties tossed onto the floor and her loose skirt shucked up to her waist…

And over time, in little baby steps, I've drawn my high-school sweetheart into the midst of my crazy imagination. Whispering pillow talks have unearthed her subconscious curiosity and the intrigue to experience another man has gradually surfaced. Mindy loves the bedtime fantasy, gets quite reluctant to bring about a reality, but in the depth of those ocean-blue eyes lurks a glimmering intrigue… for the right man, for an opportune place in time.

Ours is a young, but strong marriage, a bond tightly interwoven with the threads of love and honesty. So after a couple years the little titillating urge was there to experiment with our fantasies, to just dabble with the thrills and test the upheaval of emotion in the pits of our stomachs. We were like the proverbial moths flitting around the burning candle, intrigued with the heat and hoping not to be burned.

Many nights while making love in the shelter of our bed, we talked in husky whispers, playing out the fantasy of Mindy with another guy between her legs. We’d dim the bed lamp and play those whispered little games that couples play under the blankets, Mindy sliding closer to me in the bed, making room for an imaginary man to ease under the covers next to her… and softly she whispers…

“Move over a little darling…

“Darling… a little more, so I can spread my legs… for him.”

“Ohhh… Tommy, his penis is pressing against my stomach… ohh, it’s very warm and stiff.”

Her words grow more breathy and she begins to squirm and twist her hips. My lips touching hers become his. Under the bed covers, her lifted knees spread and he fills the space between her open legs. As he settles between her thighs, my wife's up-pointed toes tent the blanket… and there’s a sudden gasp of breath…

“I feel it… ohhh Tommy… he’s pushing his penis in meeeee…”

And I hold my whimpering wife's hand as ‘he’ fucks her… a long sensual bed-creaking experience while she whimpers in my ear…

“Ohhh darling… he’s… in me so deep. Ohhh his penis is long…. Ohhhhhh…”

“Oh Tommy, he’s going to cumm in me. Ohhh darling are you going to let him cumm in meeee… ohhhhhhh….”

Her voice is breathy and I imagine it’s really happening, another man inside my wife, the swelling length his cock hunching fully into her, her dainty feet lifting over his back and her strangled cry of completion just as her blue eyes roll back.

So as we play this fantasy, many nights it’s ‘his’ stiffened cock that brings her to those crying belly-quivering orgasms… his spastic spurts of sperm that trickle down between the cheeks of her wiggling buttocks. And after it’s over……

“Ohh darling,” she pants in exhaustion… “That was so exciting.”

“Was it nice… the feeling of his long stiff prick?”

“Uh-huh… I… I loved the feeling of his long stiff penis… I loved how he did it to me…”

“Did he cumm in you?”

“Mmm humm…” as she reaches for a tissue.

“Mindy,” I whisper. “Let’s really try it some day… really… with a nice couple or just another guy…”

“… just another guy?”

“Uh-huh… would you like to try that?”

Tucking a tissue between her thighs, she rests her head back against the pillow, and after a long thoughtful pause. “Ohhh Tommy, I don't know, maybe… maybe someday…”

So from time-to-time we played with pillow fantasies, her thinking it will never happen, me wondering if it might. So what follows is the story of Mindy… the heart thumping story of a sweet shy wife taken to bed by another man. It’s a love story of curiosity and timid surrender, of blue eyes brimming with tears and a marriage bound ever more tightly…

I've called it… “The Making of Mindy.”

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To be continued in part (2)

B.W.B.

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