' The Making of Mindy ' ...(Part 4) Of a wife-watching story

[Bertram W Bronson]

The Making of Mindy

By: Bertram w. Bronson

Part (4)

So in the bedrooms above our heads, pretty wives were being screwed by other men and we sat holding hands, each wondering as to the thoughts of the other. Sudden there was a movement at our side and the stability of our entire world shifted…

The young good-looking guy who had been dancing with Mindy came over and perched one hip on the arm of the sofa. He held out his hand to me. “Hi, I’m Russ, I work in the west wing… software division.

“Hi, I’m Tom… think I’ve seen you in the elevator a few times,” I responded. We shook hands as he said, “I really enjoyed dancing with your wife Mindy… she’s a sweet girl.”

“Yes she’s my little darling,” I said rather proudly.

Perched on the arm of the sofa, he was leaning close to my wife, his eyes politely roaming from her pretty face and glancing at me. We talked for a while, office talk and casual conversation about the party. Then after several minutes of conversation, right out of the clear, he asked the staggering question… it was a question that changed our lives forever…

“Tom… would you mind if I… ah… asked Mindy to go upstairs to the bedrooms for a little while?”

I felt my wife tense. Mindy’s face flushed hotly and she looked at me, startled by the blatantly outright question. I felt her hand clutch mine. She was nervous, but I could sense her underlying excitement. Dancing with him earlier had probably warmed her up a bit and I knew just watching a romantic movie will sometimes moisten the crotch of her panties. In a flash I thought of how we drove up into the hills with my fingers cupped over the humid crotch of her panties… her breathy whispers about kissing another man. Now a handsome man is sitting at her side, I know my wife is warm and wet under her panties and just the thought of him touching her sent a thrilling shiver up my spine.

Well, sure he was forthright, maybe even nervy. And in that first moment his request seemed the ultimate audacity. But after all, the gathering was about wife swapping… and I hadn’t just brought an earth-bound creature to the party… I'd brought a heavenly blonde angel, so what could we expect. And he'd already been dancing with Mindy, sneaking feels of her behind and deep down at some level of awareness, we both wanted to experience the thrill of really letting another guy have her. Maybe just the one time, but the urge was there, lurking… awaiting the right guy, the suitable opportunity.

Finally I just kind of mumbled an answer. “Ah, well… I guess it would be all right, if Mindy wants to… to go up there.” I could feel my heart starting to go thump – thump – thump!

“Oh no, no,” my wife quickly responded to the guy’s audacity. Her cheeks had turned the color of pink rose petals. “We just want to… to visit tonight.” She gave me that very stern kind of a look. It’s the look I get when she’s a little pissed… and we all know how that goes.

“Mindy… but if… well, if you want to…” I stammered.

“Oh Tommy… I… I couldn’t…” she murmured. Russ reached over and lightly stroked Mindy’s soft hair with the back of his hand. “She’s lovely,” he said. As if I didn’t know it!

He was handsome in a rugged sort of way, slim with muscular shoulders, a polished, well-manicured, sharp young executive type. My mind was racing. I could feel that little bubble of tension growing in the pit of my stomach. He had that clean “right guy look” and his eyes were glancing from my wife’s pretty face to the open neck of her blouse. She was wearing a bra, but from his position up on the arm of the sofa, I knew he could look down at the smoothly rounded cleavage of my wife's full breasts and see the subtle outline of pert pink nipples. With that age-old instinct bred into every female, Mindy sensed her exposure and shyly closed a button.

He noticed her fingers fastening the button. She blushed. Caught studying the slope of her breasts, he smiled shyly as if asking her to excuse the faux pas. “Sorry,” he mumbled, I didn’t mean to stare, but you're so attractive… well, I couldn't keep my eyes away.”

“And about going to the bedroom… well Mindy, I'm sorry I was so impulsive. Maybe I should go away and let you think about it for a while?”

“It’s okay Russ. I'm just not used to this… well, this kind of situation.”

And Mindy seemed like she really didn’t want him to go away. She was fidgeting, but with a weak smile, she continued making eye contact. He seemed to have a way with women and then he glanced at me to gauge my degree of acquiescence… was I really going along with this? Going to let him take my shy wife way from me… lead her hot-face and blushing to the privacy of the upper floor of the house? To a dimly lit room with a soft bed… a door to latch and no husband to intervene? My stomach suddenly felt weak. I clasped my fingers so he wouldn’t my hands shaking.

So he didn’t go away, he reached down next to Mindy’s cheek and continued gently brushing his fingers into the silky softness of her hair. “We’d only be gone for a little while,” he offered in hopeful voice.

Only a little while, I thought…

But in my mind, only a “little while” in privacy was plenty of time to leave his sperm in Mindy’s little round belly. My emotions were in turmoil as I thought of him having sex with my wife, pushing his penis deep into her moist warm vagina and now my voice began to quiver with a slight indecision.

Yet there was some inner compulsion to play this out and I mumbled nervously, “Mindy’s never been with anybody else… but… but if she’d like to…”

“Tommy! Please,” my wife gasped in a scolding tone. I felt her fingers tighten on my arm and I could see the intrigue in his eyes as he suddenly realized, outside of our marriage, my lovely wife was virginal. Hot-faced and flushed clear back to her pearly ears, she looked up at him and he looked down into her misty blue eyes… searching for any hint of weakness.

Casually, he leaned with one elbow on the back of the sofa. Soon his fingers that were toying with Mindy’s long blonde hair were lightly brushing the sensitive skin on the back of her neck. She tensed, fingers clutching the hemline of her skirt as a little tickle rippled through her.

“How long have you been married?” he asked? His fingertip grazed lightly against the side of her neck just under her ear. She shivered… gooseflesh rose on her bare arms, but I noticed she didn’t lean away from the soft touch of his fingers. She looked up at him; her sparkly greenish eyes were moist, and she murmured in that melodic sweet voice, “two, well almost two years.”

They locked eyes and he smiled. “And you’ve never… ah, never been with anyone else… never made love, with another man?”

“Uh-uh,” she blushed. Embarrassed, she lowered her lashes. “It’s never happened…”

“Wow," he murmured under his breath. “So pure, and my God… so lovely…”

He leaned closer to her and whispered, “and you’ve never…?” His voice trailed off, fascinated by the thought of getting into her panties… imagining the thrill of being only number two between those smooth shapely thighs. I saw him glancing down at her wedding rings and then back to the greenish blue of her dreamy eyes. “Oh God, but you’re so pretty,” he whispered still again. He was enthralled with her blushing beauty… intrigued by the slight possibility that with a little persistence, he might get to fuck such a lovely married girl. She lowered her dark eyelashes and looked away again. My penis was now almost total stiffened and I was hiding it with my arm across my groin.

“Well, my lovely Mindy’s a little shy,” I mumbled.

Some crazy uncontrollable part of me was still offering my wife to this very handsome clean-cut guy. His knuckles were still stroking Mindy’s blonde hair; they brushed lightly across her burning cheek. The back of his index finger just grazed her neck and brushed feather like across her ear. Her face flamed and she pressed against my side… I could feel the shivers running through her. “Ohh,” she softly sighed and let out a long slow breath. It was almost like in her mind, she could feel his thickly swollen cock going into her… thrusting deep, taking her breath away…

I squeezed her hand. She squeezed back. “Sweetheart, I… couldn’t…” she whispered to me. But I noticed her curvy buttocks squirming against the seat cushion as she twisted toward me and there was a peachy pink flush on her cheeks. As she turned, her skirt slipped up over her knees and she glanced at Russ and tugged it down. Mindy pressed tighter against my arm and I could feel the soft fullness of the side of her breast.

“Oh Tommy,” she breathed against my face, “maybe next time.” But it was her pillow fantasy come to life and I could hear the excitement in her quivery voice at the very thought of going into a secluded back bedroom and letting Russ take her into his arms.

The guy was smooth and I could feel my shy young wife trembling. His seducing fingers were now under her blonde tresses, teasing her ear, lightly brushing across and then tugging gently on her pink earlobe. Again the hair on the back of his knuckles barely grazed the side of her neck. A little perspiration had formed at her hairline. She was pinching her knees together and I knew the feeling of his feathery touching was wetting her snug little cunt. He wanted desperately to fuck my wife and she knew it. I could almost smell her excitement. His fingers stole upward into the baby-fine hair on the back of her neck… feeling her warm skin, gently massaging… she shivered and pressed against me. She was fighting it, but I could feel the slight squirming of her sweetly rounded ass.

“Next time… maybe next time, I might…” she gasped.

Thinking back on it now, I don’t know what came over us. It was like we were tuning in on each others excitement and flirting with the idea of allowing the pillow fantasy to spring to life. Maybe it was the exhilarating high of seeing my wife’s resistance and then the twisty thrill of watching her gradually giving in to his touches. How strange it felt to have a stiffening penis as I offered Mindy to this good-looking guy… offering to let him take her into a darkened room… while knowing he would strip off her clothes and fuck her. Some demon had stolen my usual reserve and now, waiting at her side, sat this handsome young guy.

Our eyes met again. I stared into those greenish blue pools. “Darling… I'm scared, maybe next time...” she whispered again. And she pressed against me as if seeking protection from the urges rippling up her spine. I could feel the heat of her trembling body, her breath warm against my ear, hear her breathing and making little pleading sounds, like she was asking me for the will to resist, a will quickly slipping away.

She was wavering, but I realized there might never be a “next time” or a more perfect opportunity and there was just the right guy, sitting by her side, toying with her blonde hair, almost begging for a chance to take her up to a bedroom. In a couple of days it would be her twenty-second birthday and in a very soft sincere whisper, I said…

“Mindy… I think you'd really like to go with Russ, and Min… the thrill of the next hour… well, it could be your birthday present from me.”

“Oh sweetie… are… are you sure? I… I…”

My wife was breathing nervously. She was intrigued with this guy. Her resolve was weakening and she was really starting to seriously consider it. Mindy appeared to be on the verge of giving in and like a predatory male animal, he sensed it.

He got to his feet and reached down for my wife’s hand. He stood before her, his hand outstretched and their eyes locked again… I could see their fascination for each other. While staring down into the depths of my wife’s misty green eyes he spoke very quietly, spacing out his words in a very soft sincere tone…

“Mindy… please allow me the honor… the honor of having the most beautiful girl I've ever seen…”

Mindy drew a long shivery breath; his words were so poignant… so perfectly timed, so nearly impossible to resist. Her fingers were intertwined with mine in a sweaty grip and now I could actually feel her indecision, as first, my wife loosened her fingers to reach up to him, but then clasped my hand tightly again. Mindy turned to me, drew another deep breath and I felt her breathy panting against my cheek.

“Oh my,” she sighed, “I shouldn’t… Oh honey, should I???????”

“Mindy,” I whispered, “darling, would you really like to… I mean really????”

“Well… I… well maybe, but…”

My heart was thumping in my chest… There was a long pause… while he stood there waiting. She was staring into my eyes and I could see her mind racing, toying with the decision. And to this day, I remember the exact moment she gave in… I felt the clasp of her sweaty fingers slowly loosening her grip on my hand and I could see it in her aqua-green eyes… that same deep excitement that was on the face of the cute giggling brunette as she was carried away from her husband. The adrenaline went screaming through my guts… because at that very moment I knew… she was going to do it. My sweet wife Mindy was going to walk timidly up to a private secluded room with this guy and slip out of her panties.

And in the next gut- wrenching moment, I heard words I'll never forget. Mindy blushed and while her greenish blue eyes watched mine, she whispered:

“Oh sweetheart… I… I really shouldn’t. But well, if you're sure you really don’t mind.”

Her eyes searched mine for reaction and she murmured. “Sweetheart… honestly, I didn’t think I could ever do this, but well, I really would like to go up to a bedroom with Russ… if you don't mind.”

My intestines twisted into a knot and I struggled to keep the raw emotion from showing on my face, “the thrill is my birthday present to you,” I whispered.

Then she slowly moved her fingers from my protective grasp and sat up straighter on the sofa. I slipped my arm around her back and placed a hand on her waist, almost like I could hold her down and still stop it at the last moment. I struggled to compose myself as she looked up at Russ with a weak embarrassed smile and held out her hand. I saw the finger with her wedding rings resting on the palm of his hand and my darkest most secret fantasy rose to life and something alive wiggled deeper into my twisting stomach.

“Oh my dear God,” she murmured under her breath as he bent down and closed his strong fingers over hers. Mindy’s pretty face was hot and flaming, but there was something compelling in his eyes, something in the strength of his voice and in his gentle, but arrogant mannerism. My penis throbbed in my pants when Russ squeezed Mindy’s hand and lifted my pretty wife to her feet. As his strong arm slipped around her waist, Mindy’s misty blue eyes met mine, “I love you,” she mimed.

In those last few seconds the full reality hit me… this was one of our ‘my-bed-to-his’ fantasies, but this time it was really going to happen, this was the ‘him’ in all our fantasies. And this was not a teasing game played between our bed sheets… this handsome guy was really going to fuck my nervous little wife. My eyes locked with Mindy’s for a last fleeting moment and then she turned to him and clasped his hand.

My bowels felt loose and I was light-headed as I watched him lead my blushing little darling toward the privacy of an upper-floor bedroom. They walked hand-in-hand, ironically the same fateful way I had led her along the curving stone walkway.

My heart pounded with ever step she took. It was an exquisite form of anguish, watching my wife walking away and knowing her sweet innocence would soon be gone. And just as Mindy disappeared from my sight, she turned her head and looked back at me. Her face was suffused in a pretty blush and again I saw her lips form the words, “I love you.” Then with his hand on her back just above her buttocks, he guided my innocent wife into a corridor leading to the upstairs bedrooms…

And with a swish of her skirt my little blonde angel was gone!!!!!

And I sat there stupidly staring at the empty corridor with a swelling throbbing erection…

In a few minutes a handsome young guy’s stiff cock was going to be inside my sweet shy wife… a crawly feeling rippled up my spine. I wanted to race up the stairs, grab her hand and rush home. But I didn’t… I just sat while the woozy feeling settled deeper into the pit of my stomach.

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To be continued in part (5)

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Part (5)

Mindy had been away for almost half an hour while I sat there stunned by what was very likely happening in some closed softly lit room. They were the longest minutes of my life. My God, I thought, what have I done? This was not a bedtime fantasy and I realized this night would be acid etched in my brain for life.

During the first minute, I had just closed my eyes and leaned my swirling head back against the sofa. Stretching my hand to the side, I felt the slight indentation were my wife's shapely buttocks had warmed the cushion. Against the tip of my fingers I felt a lingering trace of her body heat, but she was gone from my side… really gone with a young eager guy who by every expectation was going to have sex with her…

Doubt and remorse began to invade my mind. I thought of shy Mindy sitting here only minutes earlier, clasping her knees and tugging down her skirt in embarrassment, but now her skirt was probably shucked up around her waist while he tugged her well moistened panties off. I thought about how skilfully he had seduced my naive little wife, grazing his fingers over her sensitive neck while looking into the greenish blue of her eyes…

And now… Oh God, now I had to confront the reality, that at this very moment, he was certainly just as skilfully pushing a thickened stiff penis into her...
The earth might well have stopped its rotation, as the time seemed endless while I thought of all the intimate things they were probably doing to each other… how it would begin, with him feeling her breasts, kissing her into a breathless weakened state… his hand eventually slipping under her skirt, easing its way along her inner thigh. I imagined his fingers slipping under the loose crotch of her panties… finding thin curls of blondish hair and wetness and her resistance slowly and surely ebbing away. My swirling mind saw him slyly unzip his fly and take out his stiffened penis as he reached for my wife’s trembling hand… saw her instinctive hesitation and then her warm fingers closing around its thickness… heard her soft breathy whisper…

“Oh my, it’s… it’s…”
“…bigger than your husband?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Much bigger?”
“Mmmm…” she murmured.

Under the warm soft skin, her slowly moving fingers are feeling the bone-like firmness of his male member. The fattened head stands at least two inches beyond my wife’s clasping warm fingers. And in my crazed mind I imagine her slowly stroking it while her eyes stare in fascination.
I hear his whisper, “put your mouth on it…”
Heard her weak breathy protest, “oh no I… I shouldn’t…”
“…just a little… touch it, just wet the end of it with your tongue.”

My guts churn while my mind forms crazy words and images. His fingers tangling in her long blonde hair, now gently pressing on the back of her neck, her eyes are staring as he slowly draws down his foreskin. The swollen head is exposed now… clean and pink and ohhh, so close to my wife’s pretty face.

“Do it just a little,” urging her blushing face down… closer… closer. Now the head of his penis is only an inch away from the pouting warmth of her saliva moistened lips and he whispers, “kiss it… just a little.”

It’s against her pursed lips… a first wet kiss; I see the little glossy trail of saliva left by the licking of my wife’s pointy wet tongue… her pretty lips brushing moistly across the taut head … and now I can hear his soft groan as Mindy’s warm mouth closes over the bare head of his firmly swollen cock.

I shook my head trying to clear the images and suckling sounds, but now I’m seeing him turning my darling wife onto her back… pressing her bent knees back, he’s on her, fucking her deep and hard… making her cry out. My tense nerves were crawling, I thought about wandering up to the bedrooms alone… trying to find my sweet Mindy. Would other people notice, would they sense my anguish?

Minutes felt like hours and the waiting only exacerbated the weak-kneed feeling that grew in the pit of my stomach. After a while I couldn’t stand it any longer. It seemed like she had been gone forever and anxiety closed over me like a smothering blanket. I went to the back of the house and crept slowly up the pushily carpeted stairway. When I got to the top I looked down a wide semi-dark hallway, six very ornate bedroom doors were all closed. Polished brass door latches glinted in the reflected light of dimmed crystal chandeliers. I took a few steps closer and I heard couples making love, soft female voices, some nervous giggles and more than a few breathy whimpers. At the sound of a bed creaking, I paused, trying to recognize Mindy’s voice, her familiar sounds, but I couldn’t be sure, there were several couples up here and what I heard didn’t sound like my Mindy.

“Oh God,” I whispered aloud… “Where is my wife??? And what is she doing???” But, of course I knew what she must be doing!!!!!!!
But where… where is she???
Then I saw it!
Around the corner at the far end of the hall and almost unnoticeable, was a partly open very narrow doorway. Unlike the rich mahogany bedroom doors it was plain, painted the same base colour as the wallpaper and meant to go unnoticed. Padding quietly across the thick carpet, I moved further into the darker end of the hallway. It appeared to be a maid’s or servant’s end of the mansion.

Then I heard a sound, a thin whining voice… it sounded like the voice of female child sobbing and crying, but it was very faint and seemed to come from up above, somewhere high over my head. I paused, listening trying place what I was hearing. Then I heard it again, a single razor-thin cry, barely audible and coming from the far end of the hallway. Then silence… only the distant party noises from below.

I felt like an intruder prowling around in someone’s home, but with five or six steps, I was standing at the painted door. I thought, probably a maid’s utility area, or a linen closet, but the distant crying sound seemed to come from there. There was no doorknob, just a small brass latch, and someone had left it unlatched and open a few inches. I pulled it wider, just enough to peer in and I heard the little female cry again and tiny sounds of movement as if mice were scurrying around up in the ceiling. My eyes began to adjust to the dim lighting and in the shadows I saw a short narrow wooden staircase leading up to what I guessed would be a seldom-used utility or an attic area.

The hinge creaked as I stuck my head and shoulders through the doorway, from somewhere above… a glimmering flickering of light. Moving up a stair, the air smelled fresher… night air, as if somewhere above, a summer ocean breeze was drifting through an open roof vent. I paused, looking up, holding my breath to listen.

Then a soft little familiar whimper stopped me cold in my tracks. Now there was no room for subconscious denial, no way to ease the crawly squirmy feeling that was creeping into my stomach… I had to have known, it was not the rustling of mice or a crying child… it was my wife’s love whimpers

The sound drifted down from over my head… the creaking of a bed and Mindy’s gasps of excitement… I'd heard it a thousand times. I sucked in another shaky raspy breath, holding it… listening… a soft rustling sound. I moved up one stair and then another. The old dry wooden stairs creaked… pausing… waiting… listening. The faraway reverberation of music drifted up from below, from above, murmurs and heavy breathing.

Then came that exquisite moment; that sweet painful rush of adrenaline. Now I clearly heard Mindy’s voice, breathy gasps as if expelled at the breaking of a deep lengthy kiss.

“Ohh Russ… ohhh, ohhh… it felt so heavenly but I’m exhausted… and I should get back to my husband…”
I almost groaned aloud… it was over… he'd already fucked my pretty wife and I stood hovering between excitement and nearly debilitating shame.
“In a few minutes,” he murmured in a husky tone. His voice was muted, somewhat muffled, as if catching his breath with his lips pressed into the hollow of her neck.
“My husband will be worried,” she whispered. “We've been gone a long time.”
“A little more then… then I'll finish,” he murmured.
“Ohh god… I don't think you should cum in me… Ohh my…”
But then it started again, indistinct and faint rustling sounds, as though in the darkness above some creature was struggling. Creaking sounds and something began bumping against the floor and quickly following… there came a tiny female cry.

He was at her again… it wasn’t over! I felt a tightening in my groin, I was going to hear more… maybe hear Mindy cry out when he cums in her. Crouching down in the dark stairway, I waited and listened.

Another recognizable whimper; more shrill than the first, reached my ears, my little blonde darling, my love who will share my bed pillow for the rest of my life, was lying spread-legged under another man! The realization continued to spread through me… at this very moment another man’s stiffened penis was deeply imbedded into the warm loins which will one day bear my children…

Blood rushed to my face, I felt weak, a bit unbalanced. Stepping up two more stairs, I leaned against the wall. Closer now and clearer, the sound filtered down from somewhere in the darkness over my head. Very faintly I could hear the noise of a bed creaking in a steady thumping rhythm. It was the perfect wife-watching turn-on, secretly listening, hearing her whimpers… the rhythmic squeaking of the bed, but still… the quintessence of torment.

My heart began to race, anxiety making my skin crawl. Moving further up the stairs I could see the glimmer of candle light and now the sound ate into my stomach… it was clearly Mindy… her breath panting, little excited squeals coming out of her. The revealing noises drifted down to my straining ears, the thump of something jouncing against the floor. An intermittent… thump… thump… thump mixed with sobbing cries and the creaking of a mattress.

Clearly they were making love… no not love, it was the sound of a strong man vigorously fucking another man’s sobbing wife. The raw expletive more suited the strangled sounds coming from deep in Mindy’s throat and it accurately fit the images burning into my brain. I don’t know how long I stood there letting the sound twist my guts into a churning knot.
“Oh ohhh Russ… Ohhh ohhhhh,” she gasped and moaned. “Oh my God. Ohhhhhh, let me catch a breath…
“Am I hurting you?”
“Mmm, a little, you’re so big…”

Breathless, she struggled to gasp out the words.
My hands pressed against my groin, resisting the urge to cum in my pants.

The sound had stopped for a moment or two and just when I thought it was over, it started again… louder now… thumping, straining sounds and more soft excited cries. Frozen in place, I leaned my swirling head against the wall. I felt lightheaded, but nervous excitement tore through me. My shy little Mindy was really doing it… letting this guy fuck her… and oh God, maybe for the second time. I wondered how long it had been going on. Had I caught them right in the middle of it or were they nearly finished?

Some demonic force took control of my mind… I felt a nagging need to see my wife in this very personal moment! As if to believe it, I had to actually see him between her legs. The staircase was narrow, no railing that I could feel, just rough squeaky wooden steps, but as quietly as possible I moved up and lifted my head almost up to the floor level. It appeared to be an attic loft that had been converted into a small lover’s nook. Several glass candles, some yellow some red, threw intermittent shadows on the slant of a high rough board ceiling. A blurry shadow of up-raised feet was moving… flitting across the ceiling, sporadically flirting with the cobwebs in that undulating bouncing rhythm of mating.

Cautiously, I raised my eyes barely above the wood flooring and peered through a low side railing enclosing the attic entry. Inches away, Mindy’s white blouse and bra lay on the floor. One of my wife’s low-heel pumps lay on its side, and then I saw its mate and the shadowy whiteness of her panties on the floor. The wooden staircase creaked and I froze in position. And then slowly, I lifted my head higher and in the warm pink glow of candlelight I saw my lovely blonde wife in her very first act of extramarital love. My hands broke out in a sweat. I felt the sharp stab of jealousy, and yet at that same moment, I found my cock leaping with excitement, straining upwards against the confines of my pants. The conflicting emotions battled while I stood transfixed watching them moving… rubbing their loins in that age old rhythmic cadence.

My darling Mindy was on her back in the middle of a large sheet covered mattress pad emitting grunts and gasping cries. Ornate glass-encased candles cast a surreal light on the unbelievable scene. It was so appallingly erotic. Her bobbing bare feet were lifted over the young man’s back and I could see his hips thrusting as he very decisively pushed his long stiff prick in and out of her most private part. My young wife is juicy-tight and there was a soft wet smacking sound each time his loins slapped against her up-turned bare ass-cheeks.

My wife was breathless and crying out, “Ohhhh… ohhh, it feels so big in there…. Aauuuggghh…. Aaaahhhh…”

The sound of the bed creaking, my wife's pleading whimpers invaded my senses and with a quick beating heart, I stood there in the darkness, listening and watching while another man fucked my shy young wife.

She seemed to be totally naked, her panties were obviously off and her beautiful pink-nippled breasts were exposed. Provoked by his humping thrusts, her naked breasts jiggled under his muscular chest. I could see Mindy’s head thrashing about on the pillow. As her head bobbed, the flickering yellow candle-light sent soft shimmers of gold through my darling’s flaxen hair. Then as my eyes acclimated to the darkness I could see that though her breasts were bare, he had just pulled off her panties and shucked her loose skirt up around her waist. He was on his knees, arching and driving his hips between her spread thighs.

Breathy little pants and hungry moans were tumbling from her lips.

“Ohhh my… Ohhh Russ… Ohh it’s so… so long… in so deep…” she breathed the words in shuddering gasps, the sound of her voice trailing off in exhaustion.

On the ceiling above my head the rhythmic shadows continued to loom and fade. In the shadowy candle glow I could make out the darkness of her pubic hair and the whiteness of his cock spearing into her loins. My wife's vagina gripped around his cock in a wet slippery clasp of pink skin. While I stood hidden in the shadows, another man was fucking my wife and nausea rippled like a wiggling eel in the pit of my stomach. I watched his cock disappearing into Mindy’s loins, her feet lifted over his back, the muscles in her legs and arms tightening and flexing beneath her skin. Her nails dug into his forearms as muscles in her buttocks contracted with an exquisite undulating smoothness. He was quickening his thrusts, lifting higher and dropping his groin against hers in a smacking rhythm.

There are no words to describe the feeling of watching for the first time while another man fucks your innocent wife… takes the woman you love right before your eyes. When you see him, his cock excitedly erect, moving between her legs, no words, no matter how skilfully woven, can describe that feeling of raw anxiety mixed with quivering excitement. High keening wails skated across my eardrums. Angst and the touch of jealousy were like live wires in my belly.

And I felt a strange urgent need to see, to know, to witness and memorize every nuance of my young wife’s first act of love with another man. I raised my head higher, getting my straining eyes as close as possible to their undulating hips. As he thrust and lifted, the flickering light of several candles revealed an intermittent glimpse of everything between the cheeks of her buttocks. Some force out of my control drew my eyes to that shadowy space between her up-tilted ass-cheeks.

While little bubbles of angst formed in my stomach I watched the dainty little brownish dimple of her anus appear and disappear with each undulation of her buttocks. My eyes followed upward along that thin hairless strip of connecting skin, saw the perineum, pinkly stretched and gripped around his maleness, I saw the unnerving sight of her viscous cunt unfolded around his thickness, the moisture matted tuffs of pubic curls and the glistening wet smear of my wife’s oozing vaginal fluids on his long slippery cock.

Awesome… earthshaking, those are words best describing flaming erupting volcanoes… but they do little to depict the images before my eyes… or the feelings rushing through me. With hands shaking, I stood mesmerized by the sight of their genitalia fitted so snugly together, moving so smoothly like interlocking pieces of a well-oiled machine. The long length of his prick, with its thickened bare head, was sheathing and re-sheathing itself wetly, rhythmically and so smoothly in the warm fluid fragrance of my wife’s undulating body. From time-to-time there was a short pause while my wife caught her breath. Bent knees apart, she lay openly under him, making little cooing noises while running her nails along the muscular ridge of his sweaty back. And then in a moment or two it would begin again…

So much for being gone for only a little while! I know it wasn’t, but it seemed like I watched for hours as the tension gradually built until my wife erupted in another thrashing frenzy of deep throated cries as the ever quickening thrusts of his imbedded cock worked its wondrous magic. She moaned, tossing her blonde head side-to-side, with eyes squeezed shut, she pulled her thighs back, clasping her hands inside her knees and holding herself open to the orgasm that washed through her straining rippling belly. His cock went deep and he held… his pubis tight to hers, her tender clitoris rubbing against his hairy groin. In the flickering candle light I watched her toes clench, heard the whimpering gasps turn into series of hoarse gurgling cries.

“Ohhhh Russ… it’s happening again………. Ohhhhhhh God….. aaarrrrhhh…”

With my fingers clutched into thigh fists, I listened while she rode out a storm of seemingly endless spasms. After two years of marriage, I know the sound and feeling of her orgasms, the little snapping muscular quivers that ripple through her belly, the way at that tense moment, she clutches my back and up-turns her groin to feel and hold the head of my penis deep within her body. But now another man was revelling in that sensation, he’s feeling a lovely married woman cumming on his cock… feeling her sharp nails on his back, feeling the thrilling spastic gripping of her slippery cunt while her breath pants against his neck. And as the trembling slows, he’s hearing the purring sounds and her little soft murmurs of content.

“Ohhh… ohhh, I feel so weak. Ohhh Russ I'm exhausted…”
Now his own breathing was becoming more laboured, for several minutes he had been pacing his movements, holding back the need to release into my wife. I sensed him trying to prolong the thrill of being in the sweet warm clasp of her sex. But the built-up urge, the sensation of feeling the spastic squeezing of Mindy’s mucus coated vagina on the length of his penis must have been overwhelming. Now holding her tightly, he started working his penis into Mindy with more urgent thrusts. He groaned and pressed his face into the crease of her neck, against her blonde hair, drawing a couple of deep breaths he groaned again. About to release his sperm into my wife’s vagina, his hands grasped her curvy buttocks and held her hips tightly to him. The pace quickened… short quick thrusts. It was a strange feeling to watch the final moments and realize that in the next few seconds his sperm would be spurting inside my pretty wife.

My wife heard his final meaningful groan. Knees held high, her arms pressed his back as she uttered high-pitched squeals of excitement.

“Eeeeeeee… Eeeee… ohhh Russ…. ohhh…”
Making little smacking sounds, he gave a series of short sharp thrusts. In the shadowy candle light I could see his glistening cock lifting and then pressing through my wife's matted pubic hair… then he tensed and tightened against her groin and the sack of his testicles settled into the crease of her splayed buttocks… He groaned and I felt the adrenaline rush, my stomach rolled… I saw my wife’s toes curl, his buttocks clenching… tensing and relaxing as the strong pulse of his creamy sperm mixed with my wife’s fluids.

I let out the deep breath I was holding. A handsome viral young man had just cum in my wife! With the head of his cock pressed against her cervix, he had released the several pulsing spurts of sperm and she had obviously loved the sensation. My head was spinning. The sound of their slowing breath followed me as I crept down the creaky staircase on shaky knees. I was an emotional wreck. I wanted to slam my fist against the wall… to scream… to cry… but most of all to masturbate and release the tension…

In spite of the jealousy and anguish; I had the stiffest most throbbing hard-on of my life. I had just watched another man fuck my darling… pump his sperm into my blonde little wife and my whole groin was just one burning unrelenting pulsing ache of sensation. I think I could have cum by rubbing against a rough rock. I felt a strong need to sneak into one of the bathrooms and masturbate to relieve the stress. My sperm would have spurted a foot in the air, but like a wounded puppy, I slipped quietly back downstairs and eased unnoticed into the crowd. I sat there in a near paralytic stupor with my penis throbbing in a daze of delicious agony while I waited for him to bring my Mindy back to me.

His promise to keep my wife “only little while” had turned out to be an eternity, and while I waited I thought of what was likely happening now, of him finally drawing his softening penis from the grip of my wife’s glistening pink skin and letting her up off the bed. I envisioned her standing bare-breasted in the light of the candles, traces of sperm on her pubic hairs, a smear or two on her inner thighs… then squatting down, fumbling in the dim light for her missing panties. Would there be a blush of shame on her cheeks or maybe a few tears while she stepped back into her panties and pulled them up over her curvy bare rump? Would she stop to pee on the way back, fix her hair a bit and try to smooth the “just got laid” wrinkles out of her skirt?

I had all these thoughts and somewhere in my subconscious lurked a primal urge to have my wife back in my arms, to rush her home… strip off her panties and push my pulsing cock into the sticky warmth where his had been. And quickly…………

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To be continued in part (6)

B.W.B