' The Making of Mindy ' ...(Part 7) Of a wife-watching story

[Bertram W Bronson]

The Making of Mindy,

By: Bertram W. Bronson

Part (7) The conclusion,

As we walked, still hand-in-hand back down the stone-paved walkway, dawn was intruding on the splendorous star filled night. Now the expansive parking area was nearly vacant. The team of uniformed guards was gone, the large iron gate, stood open and unattended. Mindy waited near the car door, arms crossed, her shoulders hunched against the damp chilly air floating inward from San Francisco bay. I eased open the passenger door and just for just a moment we paused looking back up at the mansion.

No longer brightly lit, the mansion now seemed to loom above us, the secrets of my wife’s lost innocence locked forever within its high stone walls. With a little shiver, my sweet Mindy slipped into the warmth of my arms, her cheek pressed against the crook of my neck, “sweetheart, I'm getting cold,” she whispered. Instinctively, my hands eased down along her back, cupping her hips, shielding her from the night air. In that momentary pause, I felt a inexorable pull, my eyes being drawn upward to the high gray slate roof and my mind flashed back to the smell of salt air drifting through the roof vents, the memory of whimpering cries, of shoes and white crumpled panties discarded on the floor of the dusty candle lit attic. Mindy must have heard my deep sigh, because I felt lips her brush warmly against my neck.

“Are you sorry… sorry this happened?” she murmured.

“Of course not darling…” A tender hug followed my whispered assurance and I let her wiggle into the front seat of the car. By time I got to the other side of the car, her head was tipped back against the seat… her eyes closed.

Mindy didn’t look at me as the car moved back down out of the hills. A mile or two down the road she stirred, sitting up and staring silently out the window, hands clasped in her lap, just watching the city lights coming closer. She shifted her legs, crossing her left over her right and subconsciously tugging down on the hem her skirt. My eyes followed the twisting road, but my mind was still a swirl of thoughts and images. When she crossed her legs and shifted her buttocks sordid thoughts continued to flash through my mind, I wondered if his sperm was leaking into her panties… I wondered if she’d tucked a tissue into the crotch of her underpants. There was a long deep breath and in the periphery of my vision, I watched her brush her fingers through her silky strands of blonde hair.

“Mindy,” I whispered, “darling, are you all right?”

Without a word, she reached across towards me and opened her hand… her left hand, the one that carried my gold wedding band on her finger. I eased my hand down and found hers. As if awaiting my reassuring touch, her hand was resting palm-up on my thigh. So many times, even on short road trips we drove that way, with our married fingers intertwined, digits woven together in a bond of love. On this night, we drove in silence, the only communication an occasional squeeze of her warm fingers. I wondered about her thoughts and feelings… probably embarrassment at the way she gave in to the urge… and very likely, a residual of excitement.

My thoughts? A perplexing jumble… confusion and a speck of shame. I felt shame that I had gotten such a strange twisted thrill out of giving my shy pretty wife to another man. That I had urged Mindy to go with him and then sneaked up those rickety wooden stairs and stood hidden in the shadows. But still, shame and humiliation aside, I still felt the thrill of secretly watching them make love, seeing her toss about, feet lifted over his back, her blonde hair shimmering in the flickering candle light.

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By the time we reached home, the Sunday morning dawn was edging its way onto the eastern horizon. We stepped into the familiar comfort of our apartment and it was as if we were returning from a dream, that the last several hours had never happened. But as the door clicked shut behind us, Mindy fled into my arms and there was no pretense of innocence on her pretty face, just a sleepy-eyed, but hungry gaze as she slipped her arms around my waist. She leaned into me, soft breasts against my chest, her face and eyes hidden shamefully in the crook of my neck.

“Do you want me now,” she murmured, “after what happened?”

“Min… sweetheart, I need you… I'm crazy to have you… now.”

“Then I need you to make love with me darling, then fuck me long and hard and then… then hold me in your arms until I fall asleep…”

Mindy probably needed time to pee, but I was almost frantic, hustling her hand in hand into the bedroom. There was a hollow nagging feeling in my stomach as I pulled her toward our bed, an urgent crazy need to see between her legs and make love with her… to have her so soon after… after another man had made love with her… and released his sperm into clingy warmth of her married young body.

With a quick flip, I whipped the blankets down, stripped off my shirt and quickly dropped my pants. Standing just in my undershorts, I turned and saw Mindy slip off her heels and reach for her zipper. Tugging at the zipper, she turned toward the bathroom. But I just grabbed her around the waist, rolled her down onto the white sheet. I landed partly on top and the breath whooshed out her. “Oh my… Tom… what…?”

I rolled a little to one side and just as my wife caught her breath, I reached down between us and tossed up her loose rumpled skirt. Less than an hour ago another man had pressed her down on a bed sheet and got her skirt up and now, from that same embarrassing position, she looked up at me, startled and a little surprised.

Oh my… ohhh Tom, I should clean up... first…” The gasp of surprise burst through her lips as she lay there, long shapely legs bare and the bottom of her wrinkled skirt lifted up above her naked belly. Placing my hands on her knees, I tried to spread her thighs. Knowing what I would see, she stiffened, but then slowly, flushed with embarrassment, she relaxed and one bent knee fell a little to the side and I saw the white edge of panty crotch elastic. While looking into her eyes, I gently squeezed the other knee and felt her tighten, “Min,” I murmured… “its all right sweetie… its all right…”

“Oh Tommy, but my panties are a sticky mess…”

But Mindy could see the anxiety in my eyes. With my hands on her clasped knees, she must have felt the trembling of my fingers. It was a long moment, but with a flaming blush of shame on her pretty face, my wife slowly eased her naked thighs part… and a squishy feeling oozed up into my stomach as the wet crotch of her soiled white panties appeared before my eyes.

Excited, I looked down… embarrassed, she looked away. “Oh God,” she murmured, fuck me darling, but… but don't look there.”

But with the palm of my left hand resting on one dimpled bent knee, I stared down between the vee of long silky smooth naked thighs. There before my husbandly eyes, was the thin white crotch of Mindy’s warm humid panties. I looked, fascinated, as though I'd never seem my wife's underpants before. As usual, little tendrils of blondish pubic hair strayed out from under the elastic, but a long oval strip in the center was darkened, stained from seeping moisture.

And I could see another man’s dried sperm on the skin of Mindy’s left thigh. It was a thin streak, grayish white against the tanned skin of her smooth inner thigh. It started just at the edge of her panty elastic, and ran down along the smooth flesh of her inner thigh. The sight of it made my skin crawl and I wondered if a trickle of sperm had leaked out of my wife's vagina before she got back into her panties or if his wet softening cock had brushed her thigh as their genitalia separated.

“Ohh Tommy… ohhh you shouldn't be looking there… ohhh not now,” she whined. “My panties are all… all gluey.”

But now she didn’t try to push her skirt down or close her legs, she lay compliantly on her back, with her heels pressed against mattress and her bent knees spread widely apart. And though embarrassed and whining, I wondered if somehow she was getting a little secret hot-wife thrill out of exposing herself… some extension of our fantasy games.

There was a soft gasp as I lightly pressed my fingers against the sperm-dampened crotch of her panties. Slippery on the tips of my fingers, a glazy sticky film was soaking through the thin fabric….

From a kneeling position between her legs… “Did you do this for Russ?”

“Mmm humm.”

With fingertips feeling the warm seeping dampness… “You spread your legs… so he could touch your panties?”

“Uh-huh,” she murmured and sneaked a little peak at my eyes.

I squatted there, between Mindy’s spread knees, mesmerized by the sight of my wife’s exposure, by the raw evidence of what had taken place up in that candle lit attic. Easing a fingertip under the panty elastic, I could feel a warm tangle of curly wet hair and slippery flesh. A flush rose on the back of my neck and I reached higher along her hip, slipping my fingers under the elastic panty waist. She felt the little tug as I started to pull her underpants off and she reluctantly pressed her knees together and lifted her hind-end.

“Oh my God… darling the light… can we dim the lamp…

As Mindy closed her eyes and turned her face away in embarrassment, I reached out and dimmed the bed lamp just the tiniest bit. Was I feeling a little guilty? Yes, of course. But while her face was turned away, I quickly tugged her panties down to her knees. There was a little whimper, but she slowly lifted her feet, exposing the underside of her lusciously smooth bare buttocks. Unnoticed, I sneaked a quick glance at her pert little anus and a more lingering look at the mucus dampened curls of pubic hair along the length of her little pink furrow. Now I felt even more guilty, but by the time I managed to slip the panties over her bare toes my hands were shaking and we were both a little breathless.

With quivering fingers, I turned Mindy’s soiled panties in-side-out… the crotch, as I expected, was wet and stained with a shiny glaze of still-moist body fluids. His thrusting cock and their rubbing of pubic bones had loosened a few of my wife's blonde pussy hairs and a couple of golden coils were stuck to the gluey panty crotch. The thought of his cock in her curls of pubic hair and their hips rubbing was erotic beyond anything I might ever have imagined.

Drawing an excited breath, I could smell what happened on that candle-lit bed, the musky pee-like scent of recent sex. It wafted up from my wife's soiled panties, their perspiration… her glistening female lubrication and his pungent release. With my nerves taught, I squeezed the humid panties into a tight ball, but then, trying to slow the thumping of my heart, I drew a long slow breath, closed my eyes and tried to relax… slowly I loosened my fingers and let Mindy’s panties slip through my fingers and fall to the floor.

Seconds later, I opened my eyes and she was staring up at me… wide-open, questioning blue eyes. Tipped onto her back with a weeping vagina and no panties on, her face flushed hotly and she had crossed her trim ankles…

“Oh darling… let me wash first…” Her voice was quavering… uncertain.

“Oh no… please sweetheart, I need you now… now honey, just the way you are.”

“But I’m a mess… there…” she whined.

“Let me… well, touch you first, quickly, later you can clean-up.”

Brimming blue eyes continued staring up at me, quietly questioning. She glanced quickly at the imprint of my cock straining up against my underwear. I could see her mind working, the realization slowly coming into her eyes. Though I didn’t quite understand it myself, she seemed to understand my excitement and the primal urge to see her sperm smeared pubic hair and the pinkness of her loosened vagina and my need to reclaim her at that very moment.

“You want to make love… now, before I clean up?” The words formed as a question, but in the tone and soft murmur of her voice was a glimmer of understanding.

The back of my neck felt hot, hands were shaky, my penis painfully stiff and throbbing in my shorts. I felt this overwhelming gnawing urge to look between my wife’s legs, to feel her sticky cunt and then just flip up her skirt and make love with her while she was still hot from the arms of another man. Many times, like all married couples, we’ve made impromptu love with just her skirt up, but this time it had a very special meaning… and I suddenly realized at this moment, I wanted her the same way that Russ had her… under me, just her panties off and her skirt shucked up around her waist. I had to feel the clasping silky smoothness of her inner thighs, her hips twisting, her cunt warm and slippery on my cock… breath panting and the same little sobbing cries coming out of her throat…

Yes… the way Russ had her, the way he fucked her in the dusty dark attic, nothing else would mitigate the crawling sensation in my stomach.

“Alright darling, I… I understand,” she whispered knowingly. We were beginning to share this now, this living extension of our bed-time fantasy. She drew a soft breath. With her flaming face turned away, and with her panties off, she slowly uncrossed her ankles and rested her head back against the pillow.

“Look darling… look there if you need to.”

And slowly she loosened her pinched knees… her long silky thighs fell apart. A little quiver went through her stomach and I saw the ridge of belly muscle tighten as she lifted her feet… and she spread, bent knees open, exposing herself for me.

The dimmed bed lamp cast a warm glow between her splayed thighs. I sucked in a quick breath and gazed into her open crotch, glimmering pinkness and wet curls of sticky blondish hair… and the same breath rushed back out of me as a soft groan. A groan my wife heard and seemed to understand. Then I heard the timorous voice of a newly minted little hot-wife, a little breathy, a little excitement growing.

“Tommy, is this exciting for you… to look there and see what Russ… did to me?”

“Yes Min,” I gasped… “somehow it’s, well very very thrilling.”

“Exciting, like when we whisper that naughty stuff in bed… about fucking?”

“Yes Min… exciting and much much more.” I squatted there, between my wife’s spread legs; helplessly staring at the slippery shell-pink flesh… flesh another guy had just stretched with a thickly stiffened cock.

“Can you tell that… ah…?” Her voice went very soft and trailed off. Knowing where her mind was going I waited… letting her form her thoughts, choose her words, then she whispered…

Tommy… just looking, can you tell that… that Russ fu... fucked me?”

I answered in a shaky quivering voice, “Yes Mindy, I can tell…”

“Can you see his… his cumm?”

“Mmm humm.”

Blushing like a brand-new little hot-wife, she buried her pretty face in the pillow, I heard a muffled, “Ohhh God, should I just… just wipe with a tissue?”

Then glad that she was not watching the shameful look on my face, I leaned closer to her exposed crotch. The humid scent… the sight… my mind swirled. Mindy’s mossy blonde pubic hairs on the top of her mound were still ruffled from their lovemaking. I lifted her knees back a little more and looked through the screen of thin blonde curly hair at the long slice of her cunt… her pink crease, slightly splayed, was still exuding warm sticky fluids.

Brushing the thin hair aside and gently splitting Mindy’s labia with my fingers, I looked down at the gooey little pink crack where his cock had been. I noticed how the little button of her clitoris had still not retracted under its thin cover of skin. It looked to be slightly swollen and tender. Pressing with my eager thumbs, I spread the thin delicate inner lips. They came apart with a soft sticky sound and she felt the touch of cooler air and gasped. And I found myself staring down at the little pinkish opening and resting the tip of my finger against the sticky pink flesh…

My flush-faced little hottie lifted a little higher and looked up at me from between her bent-back knees. “That’s where he put his penis,” she whispered, “right there darling, right were you're finger is touching…”

I heard the words… the tantalizing teasing tone and could only groan in response.

The exposure of recently used female parts… it was an awesome sight. Before my staring eyes was her female inner flesh, shell pink and slick to the touch. My wife’s little pink opening appeared to have been somewhat stretched by his cock and while I held her wider apart, whitish fluids, a mix of her lubricant and his cumm oozed out onto my fingertips.

“He came in you?” I whispered. Seeing the evidence before my eyes, I still needed the tortuous thrill of hearing her say it again.

“Uh-huh,” she murmured looking up at me with a shy guilty look.

“Twice, he came in me twice,” and she broke eye contact and turned her flushed face away. “Does that excite you darling… that he fucked me twice?”

Not surprisingly, that was another facet of the thrill… that it had been skin-to-skin sex; that Russ had fucked Mindy to a point of exhaustion and cumm in her, and no layer of protecting latex separated their slippery skin and fluids. Deep inside a dark corner of my mind lurked an intensely strange feeling, one of stress and fright that his sperm was in the belly my fertile young wife.

With that thought hovering in my mind, I moved my thumbs further down between the smooth orbs and pressed her nicely rounded ass-cheeks apart. While I held her splayed buttocks open, a more intense musky scent of sweat and very recent sex wafted through my nostrils. Their hour-long co-mingling of moist genitalia had produced a molecular pungent aroma. Deliberately inhaling a deep breath of their scent, I felt a rushing thrill swirling into the pit of my stomach. From only inches away, and drawing several more breaths, I just let the raw feeling wash through me.

“Are you excited to see me like this? Ohhh Tommy is it exciting to touch me there when I'm… all wet?”

“Uh-huh… ohh yes.”

“Tommy… Tommy darling… do it now, ohhhhhhhhh God, just do it now. Fuck me like Russ did…”

Under the stress I began to emotionally unravel. Totally unnerved, my fingers trembled as I pulled off my underwear and freed my straining cock. Urgently I came down over her, my hips between her lifting knees, blindly thrusting against her groin… feeling with the head of my pulsing cock for that knowing tickle of hair and loose warmth. In an instant it was there… moist skin, warm and smooth, starting to close around the head of my cock. With a groan and one firm thrust and I slid smoothly through the moist hairs and into the gooey slick clutch of her warm tissues.

An awesome feeling… so slick and warm and smooth. And there was the emotional rush of knowing another man had just had his stiff cock there… that my wife’s slippery pink flesh had clutched nakedly around him while he fucked her and came in her. Moving in and out of her I could feel the gliding suctioning pull and hear the wet squish of her cunt.

“Ahhh… ahhhhh,” she sighed. “Oh yessss darling, you feel so nice.”

“Did it feel nice with him?” I asked, again trying to steer toward the things I wanted to hear.

“Mmm hum… oh yes… but darling fuck me now… fuck me just like he did…”

Her words were whispery with excitement and I had to hear more. “Did you undress for him?” The tension in my voice was obvious. I was trying to swallow but my mouth had gone dry. The huge knot still held sway in my stomach, but I wanted to play the fantasy game... to hear her tell in that soft whispery voice how she had fucked for another man.

“Did you,” I asked again, “did you take off your clothes for him?”

“Uh-huh… well partially… we just…”

“Oh my god,” I groaned, “tell me how you… how it happened?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t… it’s too… too embarrassing.” Her voice trailed away. She bit her lip, as if feelings of guilt were still welling up inside her. But I could see it in her face, in her open mouth and in her lidded eyes, the excitement. Mindy was reliving it… relishing memories of the fuck she had up in the mansion attic. She turned her head to kiss me, a long, lingering and loving kiss. Her tongue was touching with mine. Again I experienced this extraordinary feeling of closeness to her. I held my weight up on knees and elbows and slowed my thrusting… striving to prolong it… fighting to hold back an orgasm.

“Go on… tell me,” I breathed, reaching up to gently stroke her hair. She turned to look up at my face, seeking reassurance. “It excites you… to hear this?” I gave her a soft, loving smile, “yes very much.”

“Darling, do you want me to tell you… like in our fantasy game… everything, all that Russ did to me…?”

“Everything, yes everything you did with him, tell me… show me,” I said softly, trying to ease Mindy over the lingering embarrassment and into the hot world of wife-watching. I wanted the revealing details and her inner most feelings.

Her eyes dropped, but she began to speak again, in a low, almost incoherent voice.

“Well okay… I'll, tell you darling. Russ took me up into a small space, like up in an attic area. It was dark and I was scared,” her voice was quivery as if reliving the experience.

“Then Russ lit some candles and there were thick white rugs on the floor, a wide bed and large pillows and silk-like hanging curtains. He took my hand and sat me on the bed and… well… I had this urge, this instinct to jump up and run back to you.”

“You wanted to stop him, you were really scared?”

“Mmm, but he pushed me down and started kissing me and… and soon I felt his fingers unbuttoning my blouse. He was kissing me and putting his hands all over me and… and he took my blouse off.”

“Your breasts,” I whispered, “he was feeling your breasts?” Something was driving me… a masochistic need to torture myself with every detail.

“Mmm, he… he unhooked my bra, and he… he kissed my nipples.”

“You were lying back on the bed?”

“Mmm humm… on my back… with just my skirt and panties on and he was kissing my nipples and putting his hand up between my legs. I was nervous and trembling all over and he… well, he started to pull down my panties.”

“Did you really want him to stop?”

She paused, drew a deep breath and whispered, “I guess… well at that point… I… I… really didn’t.”

“So you let him take off your panties, wanted to go on with it… and make love?”

“Uh-huh, I guess I did,” she gasped the admission in a shy embarrassed tone. “He tossed my panties on the floor and… well, he took his pants off… and in the candle light I could see his cock… and he just lifted my skirt and we… we did it that way…”

“He lifted up your skirt… then he fucked you?” I gasped out the words. My excitement was contagious and Mindy was panting out the words as she told me.

“Mmmm humm,” she whispered, “he pulled down my panties… and… and we… well, we just fucked.”

“Was it exciting… really exciting?”

“Uh-huh… like when we talk in bed about other guys…”

“Did his cock feel good? I murmured against her neck.

“Uh-huh… like… just like yours…”

“Was it different… bigger?”

I noted Mindy’s hesitation, her internal struggle for the right words, “Mmmm, maybe just a little… ah… longer…”

“Did you cumm with him…?” I groaned, thinking about the little grunty sounds Mindy makes during orgasm. I remembered the sounds I heard up in the attic loft, squealing cries and the creaking of the bed as he fucked her. I began to press my cock in and out of her in an ever quickening rhythmic, humping of my hips. In whispery voices we were re-living our usual fantasy… but this time it was real!

“Mmm hmm… he made me cumm,” she was whispering softly, squirming her pretty buttocks and working toward her orgasm... just like I knew she did for him.

“… his cock felt good… made you cumm?” I was groaning, ready to lose my pent-up semen. “It was exciting to fuck for him?”

“Uh-huh… uh-huh…” she panted against my ear. “You love this… Tommy, you love hearing this… about how he fucked me?”

I could feel her pelvic gyrations begin in earnest as the memory of his penis edged her closer. My mind locked on an image of Mindy’s arms around his neck, her spread knees drawing back, her vagina clutching in little spastic quivers on his long swollen cock.

“Did it take him a long time… to cumm?”

Caught up in the excitement, playing our fantasy game, she whispered, “You… want to know how long it took him… and the feeling of his cock? You want me to tell you… how he fucked me??? Mmmm? Do you darling… want to hear it all, from the beginning??”

“Ohhh yes… yesss… yessss…”

“Mmm, well okay, I’ll tell you… sweetheart, I'll tell you everything,” she whispered.

Her voice was whispery soft, I could feel her warm breath against my ear, her loins undulating and the slippery clutch of her warm cunt as the sordid words passed her quivering lips. “He held me down on the bed and kissed me and touched my breasts… and he put his hand under my skirt and it scared me… but then he got his fingers up between my legs and…

“Under your panties?”

“Mmmm humm, and I… I loved it,” she murmured. “I was all alone with him and I loved the helpless feeling when he pulled down my panties and the thrill of him getting on top of me, feeling him between my legs… the feeling of him fucking me… fucking me hard and cumming in me… and his cock, darling, his cock was very long… I could feel…

Oh god… ohhhh,” she groaned and I felt her hips twist, the spastic clutching of her belly muscles as an orgasm rippled up through her stomach.

“Oh Mindy,” I gasped and thought of his cock in my wife as my own sperm pulsed and spurted into her squirming belly.

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Our heads were close on the pillow. An hour had passed, we lay there quietly, our minds back in the real world. I felt the blankets move as she slipped out of bed to pee and then burrow back underneath the warm covers. Shortly her arm curled across my stomach. She was still awake, calm, but still a little troubled by what had happened.

“Honey,” she whispered.”

“Uh?”

“Honey, are you sorry… that I… that this really happened?”

“No sweetie, I love you. Are you sorry?”

“Mmmm, yeah a little…”

“Sweetie, don’t be… it was my fault.”

“But… but I feel so slutty… just enjoying it like… like that, I mean… cumming like a little tramp.”

“He was good, uh… with his longer cock…?”

“Mmmm,” I could sense her blushing in the dark.

“Sweetheart, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I turned my head and kissed her forehead and gradually started to go to sleep.

“Tommy?” she whispered a few minutes later.

“Uh?” I murmured from somewhere between sleep and consciousness.

“Was it really exciting… I mean, ah, for you too?”

“Of course, I don’t how to explain it… but I had a sort of wild scary thrill while you were… doing it with him. I know it must be hard for you to understand, I don’t understand it myself.”

“Mmm, yes it was thrilling… to… well do it like that with a guy… not just in one of our fantasies, but just really letting a nice handsome guy fuck me.” There was a soft sensual overtone to her whispered words.

“Want to again?” I murmured… “fuck another man?”

“Mmm, well, maybe someday,” she murmured. Well, if another ‘right guy’ happens to come along. But darling, seeing your wife with other guys could be habit forming… are you ready for that?”

My sweet little hot-wife curled up against my back and as we fell asleep I knew that another “someday” would not be too far off.

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So my friends, there you have it… the strange twisty story of “Mindy.”

Oh yes, I should mention… another right guy did just happen along and there was another “someday,” well, actually several more…

Maybe I'll tell you about it… someday.

The End…
B.W.B.

[Open2it]

Thank you and great story!!! Of course we'd like to hear about how it became habit-forming for you both!
O2

[lovetolick7]

Great story!!! You are a wonderful writer.

[HerLittleGuy]

Wow... Great story! Love your style.

HLG

[Why2saywhy]

I loved the story. But I don't understand how he could get her home, get right down face to face with her pussy, and not lap up the cream pie. If nothing else would, that would cement his sincerity in her mind as she considered becoming a HW.

I also wasn't real clear on why he evinced seemingly no interest in any of the other delicious looking creatures at the party. Surely he could have had one for the taking.

Y2

[nnjcpl2002]

EXCELLENT writing and an extremely erotic account of what it's really like to watch another man cum in your wife's pussy. Please keep em Cumming. Thanks

[R_and_B]

I also found myself imagining this as real - and wanting to add my own kinks to it. But I think that is the mark of a story well told.
Thanks from yet another fan!