' The Wife Watcher’s Party ' … (Part 5)

[Bertram W Bronson]

“The Wife Watcher’s Party”

By: Bertram W. Bronson

Chapter 5… (The beguiling allure of a shy blushing wife)


Silently, on four heavy brass hinges, the heavy wooden door swung slowly inward and my wife's soft murmur drifted through the curtain. “Ohhh Marc, this gives me kind of a strange spooky feeling.”

In the shrouded darkness of my hiding place I heard the little tremor in Wendy's voice. I stood frozen, not making a sound, my flushed face close to the narrow split in the curtain. Slowly I eased my eye closer to the little sliver of light, Marc appeared; my heart skipped a beat as he reached back, took my shy wife’s hand and drew her slowly into the ‘Watcher’s Room.’

A blue-eyed vision of loveliness stepped cautiously in… cheeks flushed, her long blonde hair shimmering in the rose colored lighting. Up to this moment I'd been struggling with some kind of an illusionary fantasy, but now, actually seeing my wife on the other side of the curtain was like a bolt of lightening, and it jolted me into full awareness, every nerve in my body tensed. As I stood peering into “watching room’ everything became so undeniably real and so damn scary, because there she was… my pretty wife Wendy, standing in her high heels, long legged and lovely.

My lovely wife tipped her pretty head to one side. As she drew a deep breath, those shapely firm breasts shifted ever so slightly under the silk blouse. “The air, oh it smells so sweet,” she said.

His eyes flicked toward the swell of Wendy's breasts. “It’s the scent of wild lemon bloom,” he murmured. “It’s a very delicate scent imported from central Asia. The maids occasionally sprinkle a dab or two on the pillows.”

“Mmmm… how nice.”

But now, with obvious hesitation, Wendy’s eyes began to flash about the strange room… lush deep carpeting, dramatic soft lighting, rich wall coverings, ornate decorations, but no furniture, no chairs, nothing to sit on… just a couple of end tables, fresh cut flowers and the luxurious custom built bed…

And just across the room, the softly lit image of the big round bed loomed ominously in the large wall-to-wall mirror.

My lovely blonde wife stared wide-eyed at the big circular bed and the triangle of puffy pillows. There were no blankets, just a fitted satin coverlet with the spread removed in readiness. While highlighting the gold in her hair, the soft rose-colored lighting cast a hue of delicate pink across the bedding. Wendy's eyes glanced toward Marc, then back to the pristine satin cover. All pretence aside, this was a lover’s room… a secluded room in which to make impetuous love… a perfect place to fuck a blushing shy wife, all the while hidden from the intervention of her anxious husband. Wendy's big blue eyes blinked, I saw her quick intake of breath, the realization, the sudden glimmer of fear in her eyes.

“Ohhh Marc… I’m… I’m not sure about this…”

But his technique was smooth as water flowing over polished stones. As Wendy opened her lips to protest, and before she could utter another sound, he wrapped my wife quickly into his arms. With a backward step and a half he bumped the open door with his hip. The stern forbidding eyes of Cerberus turned away as the heavy door swung shut and latched with a soft, but very decisive click.

The sound of that door latching and knowing it locked… well, it shot through my stomach like a gunshot. In a secluded area of the mansion Marc and Wendy were now alone and something about knowing the door was locked fed my anxiety. My wife was behind a locked door with another man… a man who’s every intend was to get her out of her clothes and fuck her… and mere steps away… was the allure of an available bed. I remembered Marilyn’s words and my acceptance of the pretense…

“Just a quiet place to sit and talk,” he'll say.

But as I looked across into the mirror, I knew what was more likely to happen in the middle of that bed. There would be hot kisses, probably a little weak struggle for her panties before she gives-in. Wendy's warm panties tossed onto the floor… vigorously fucking each other in front of the mirror… my wife's big blue eyes staring across into the mirror… watching herself being fucked by another man. His eyes following hers… both of them watching the image of my wife's dainty feet bouncing high above his hunching back… both glimpsing the glistening wet sheen of fluids on his long slippery cock…

And now I peered through, watching him leaning back against the locked door and holding my wife in a firm grip. He lowered his face to the side of her warm sensitive neck… his lips and tongue finding that tender spot under her ear, the spot in the hollow of her throat that makes her shiver and gasp. I watched him kiss Wendy's neck; flick the tip of his tongue upward along her slender throat, across her pearly ear.

“Ohhh Marc…” she gasped. “We… we shouldn’t be here… alone… doing this…”

Blushing, her flushed cheeks the color of sun-ripened peaches, my pretty wife twisted in his arms, fighting to maintain some measure of control, but it was almost no contest. The inevitable would happen... my wife, the love of my life, was about to yield to this handsome guy. Shortly he’ll entice Wendy down onto that bed and they’ll make love… they’ll twist about, they’ll kiss and feel and fuck, no further doubt existed in my mind.

I began to steel my resolve for the scene I was about to witness. Thoughts of my wife’s surrender rampaged through my mind… a hazy white image of Wendy's panties on the floor, her loose skirt shucked up around her waist as he settled between her bent knees. The head of his cock snuggling into her crotch and finding a warm crease of slippery pink skin under the wispy curls of pubic hair. In a distant part of my swirling mind, I listened to her whimpering… crying out and starting to groan. With the little shrieking sound of Wendy’s whimpers reverberated in my ears, I found myself clutching the parted curtain between my shaky fingers and drawing quiet gasps of breath.

Still held in the circle of his strong arms, her face turned toward my hiding place, I saw those familiar ice-blue eyes, eyes that now glimmered with nervous excitement. The moist warm lips I kissed on our wedding day, now quivered as she drew quick ragged breaths. His mouth nuzzled her neck; his lips moving across her flushed cheek to the corner of her mouth. With bellies pressed together, the kiss that followed was deep and intense, mouths open, their wet warm tongues touching. His hands cupped the curvy cheeks of my wife’s ass and with arms coiled about his neck, her breasts pressed firmly up against his strong muscular chest.

“Ohh Marc… ohhh Marc, what are you doing to me… ohhh my God…”

My wife seemed to melt under the warm firmness of his kisses. The palm of his right hand cupped over her buttocks. His fingers slipped lower and inward between the cheeks of her ass feeling through her skirt for the bottom end of her genitalia. Weakened and breathless, Wendy slumped in his arms while his stiffened cock pressed upward against her stomach. Unlike on the dance floor, there was no pulling away of her moistening loins… just a very slow mutual undulation of their hips. I thought of Wendy’s snug little cunt, how in the heat of passion she so spontaneously wets herself. My mind drifted back to our marriage, remembering all the times I’d opened her legs and marveled at her tight little crack with its surplus of fluids wetting out onto the roots of her pubic curls… I envisaged it now…

….hidden between the cheeks of her smooth buttocks.

….the feathery soft curls of blondish hair.

….smoothly rounded folds of snug labia.

….the thin split of her cunt, so pink and gleaming.

Oh God… what an utter feeling of twisted reality as the images danced through my mind. And to know another man was about to explore that slippery warm treasure that lay hidden under my wife’s skirt was a sensation of complete depravity. While his fingers pressed into the crease between my wife’s ass-cheeks, my own fingers holding the curtain apart were shaking as I continued to watch and listen.

While kissing Wendy’s lips, he took a back step or two, drawing my wife toward the bed, but she was making little murmuring sounds of protest. Staring through the crack in the curtain, I could see her tottering in her heels, holding back and nervously glancing over his shoulder at the nearness of the big bed. Between kisses I could hear them whispering… her timid voice anxious… his deep and consoling.

“Why did you bring me here… why me?” she murmured.

“My lovely Wendy, maybe it’s because you’re the most fascinating and desirable woman I’ve seen in a decade.”

“That’s silly Marc… just a transparent male come-on. Down on the dance floor there's a dozen women far prettier than me.”

He cupped her quivery chin and stared down into her lovely blue eyes. “Ahhh… but my dear Wendy, you don’t see the magnificence of your own wholesome beauty.”

“But I’m just a… a frumpy housewife from a small town in Kansas, and… and you should take me back to my husband.”

“Ohhh, but my shy little Wen, you are so much more… so much more.”

“Step over here Wendy… glance at the image in that mirror… just look at yourself.”

Marc turned my wife toward the large wall mirror and with one smooth step he eased behind her back. On the surface of the mirror, their images merged into one, his dark handsome head, another, the color of sun ripened wheat rested back against his shoulder. For several long seconds nothing moved, only the flutter of Wendy’s long eye lashes as she gazed into the mirrored image of his dark eyes.

“See how lovely you are,” he murmured. “See how lovely…”

Wendy tipped her head back and Marc ran his seductive fingers through the long strands of her silky hair. In the soft lighting, my wife’s flaxen hair slithered through his fingers like ripples of spun gold. As the shimmering strands settled down upon her shoulders, Marc placed his hands on Wendy's hips and stood watching her blonde blue-eyed image in the mirror.

“Ohhh my God… Wendy you're such a lovely little darling,” he whispered…

I listened as his voice became whispery soft and like the soft brush of a feather, his lips grazed my wife's ear. “Hundreds and hundreds of years ago,” he whispered, “a lovely young Nordic girl with deep blue eyes must have stepped off a Viking longboat. My sweet Wendy, if I was to close my eyes, I'd see your very distant grandmother stepping timidly ashore with the sun of a new world shimmering on her long golden braids.”

“Please Marc… ohhh, you're embarrassing me. I'm not pretty like that… I'm just an ordinary small town wife…”

But my meek little Wendy seemed nearly helpless, her curvy buttocks settled back against his groin as she stared in fascination at the image of a pretty blue-eyed wife clasped in the strong arms of another man. “Sweet Wen, you’re every man’s dream,” he whispered. And his lips nuzzled against her golden hair, breathing in her scent, his lips moving into the tender spot where the graceful curve of her neck blended into her shoulder. Looking over my wife’s shoulder, he studied the reflection of a firm-breasted, long-legged lovely young female.

Then he whispered, still in a slow mesmerizing tone, his breath brushing against her ear. “What are you seeing in the mirror… tell me Wendy… tell me.”

She stared at herself in the mirror and then into the charisma of his dark eyes. “I… I see a plain ordinary Kansas housewife… one who loves her husband,” she murmured with a touch of emphasis.

“Ahh… but I see beyond the superficial image on that glass, I see a fresh-faced lovely young woman… a woman so modest that her innate lush beauty escapes her own recognition.”

He continued to whisper in a slow hypnotic tone. “My dear Wendy, I sense a lovely woman who’s never fully experienced the intimate touch of another man. And I’m holding in my arms, a sweet shy wife who subconsciously wants to break out of a self confining shell.”

“That’s silly Marc, I’m not modest… nor confined in any darn shell!”

“But Wendy, you’re very curious… curious about the touch of another man… can you really tell me you’re not intrigued by the thought of making love with another man? Can you deny the thought lurking in your mind?”

She seemed struck mute, standing there in her heels, quivering in his arms. He stood behind her, his thumbs still pressing against the upper curve of her buttocks, his fingers clasping her hip bones. I watched his hands begin to move, easing upward along her ribs as he nuzzled her warm neck… around to the front, pausing under the curve of her breasts, then cupping… squeezing lightly… feeling the pucker of her excited nipples, the firm resilient flesh through her thin clothing.

My wife gasped. “Ohhh Marc… ohhh… don’t touch me like that… ohhh.”

But she allowed his straying hands to squeeze and feel her breasts and her blonde head tipped back against his shoulder, willingly exposing her sensitive tender neck to his nibbling kisses. In a subconscious movement, her spine arched, pressing her squirming butt back against his groin. With his hands still cupped over my wife’s breasts, Marc tightened his back, rubbing his stiffened cock into the crease between her plump ass-cheeks.

She gasped, wiggling and twisting in his grip while the fingers of his right hand slipped under the neck of her white silk blouse, inching their way into her bra… cupping the upper curvature of my wife’s breast, then wiggling deeper toward the pinkness of her tender nipple. His fingertips slipped deeper into the cup of Wendy's white bra, just brushing across the areola, lightly pinching the pucker of her sensitive left nipple. Moments passed, from the tip of her tender nipple, little tingles were rippling down into her belly and Wendy seemed to be giving in. Tipped back against his broad shoulder, her pretty head was tossing side-to-side as the sensation rippled through her body.

“Ohhh my God…. Ohhhh Marc… ohhh we have to stop this…”

“Wendy, your breasts are marvelous, so firm and perfect… show me your breasts… let me see them.”

“This is so crazy… Marc I’m happily married and we’re planning to have a baby,” she whimpered. But with a tingling pink nipple puckered so sweetly against the palm of his hand, Wendy was struggling for breath, “Marc, I'm married, ohhh Marc take your hand out of there… we shouldn't... do this.”

Hearing the quiver in her voice, fearing she might be near tears, Marc eased his fingers out of my wife's bra. But undeterred, his hands grazed up along her arms and her skin prickled, lifting the downy blonde peach-fuzz on her forearms. When his hands settled onto her shoulders, her head turned toward the closed door and he could see thoughts of fleeing in her eyes.

“I should go look for my husband,” she moaned… “Ohhh he must be very worried.”

Skillfully, trying to keep Wendy calm, but still hopelessly aroused, he began gently massaging her shoulders and rubbing his thumbs against the slope of her neck. Gradually, his fingers inched into the neck of her blouse. Trancelike, she stared at the mirrored image of a strong handsome man holding the blushing wife of another man in his arms... his fingers lifting each little ivory button out of its loop. “Ohh don't,” she moaned, but did nothing to slow his fingers and in moments, the front Wendy's blouse lay open, her naked belly and bra covered breasts exposed.

“Wen, I want to see your lovely breasts… your little pink nipples. Yes, my little blue eyes, I know they’re pink and tender… let me see them… touch them.” He breathed the words against my wife's ear and then his warm lips pressed against the side of her neck. I could just feel the shivers of excitement rushing up her spine.

“Marc… ohhh no Marc,” she moaned… “I can’t just expose my breasts… I barely know you…”

Stepping back a bit, he lowered her silk blouse over her shoulders and her birthday present dropped onto the lushly carpeted floor. “Yes Wendy, you can show me your bare breasts, no one will know… only the mirror will know.” And as he spoke, his eyes never left the mirrored image of my lovely wife.

He whispered more that I couldn't hear and I saw his hands moving between their bodies… now opening the buttons of his own shirt. Soon his shirt and my wife's blouse lay in a crumpled pile near their feet and he drew my wife's warm naked back against his broad chest. Only the narrow back strap of her bra was between their warm bare flesh and I could see her squirming at the touch of her warm naked skin against his bare muscular chest.

“Unhook your bra Wen; show your lovely breasts to the mirror…”

“Marc… no, I can’t just show you my breasts… only my husband sees them!”

He held Wendy’s hips in tight grip, looking over her shoulder, he watched her flushed face in the mirror. Wide-open blue eyes stared back at him. One hand eased up… toying with the shoulder strap of my wife's bra. Slowly, he eased one strap just over the smooth curve of Wendy's shoulder. She felt it, the bra strap slipping, sliding down her arm. I could see Wendy shivering as her bra cup loosened and a lovely globular breast came slightly into view. Her bikini top had left a curving tan line across the swell of her breast and I could see his eyes peeking down at the whiter skin, at the pink nipple just inside the tan line.

“Wen,” he murmured… “I wouldn't really see your breasts… I’d just see their image in the mirror.”

“That is so stupid Marc!… So darn stupid and I’ve never done such a thing…”

“But you want to… don’t you? Tell me the truth Wen, I feel you trembling and I know just the thought of it sends little thrills down into that round little belly.”

“No… Ohhhh God no… I love my husband… he loves me.”

With shaky fumbling fingers, Wendy adjusted the shoulder strap of her bra, but she was quivering, her cheeks flaming. On the side of her neck I could see a little red bite mark where his teeth had nibbled her tender skin. “I love my husband,” she moaned, but the temptation was clear in her eyes as she glanced back at the big circular bed.

“Wendy, of course you love your husband, but still… I know you want to feel the thrill of another man seeing you naked… touching you… making love to you. You're glancing over at that bed and I know you're thinking of it right this minute.”

“No… ohhh no, it’s my husband's bedtime fantasy. But I've never… I couldn't…”

“So it’s your husband's fantasy, but be honest Wen, you also think of another man’s penis… how big and stiff it might be… how it would feel pushing into your vagina. You think about it… you fantasize in bed… alone, you touch yourself and wonder…”

“Ohhh yes… I mean no… just, well sometimes… ohhh God, you're confusing me…”

He was whispering softly, his breath warm against the skin of her tender neck. “My little blonde darling… I know you do. Tell me the truth Wen; I know you play with the fantasy while your husband’s at work… up on your bed, your fingers inside your panties, touching… thinking of other men…”

“Sometimes… oh sometimes I do…. Ohhhh Marc I shouldn't tell you such things. Why are you making me say such things?”

“Wen, you're telling me because it excites you… knowing we’re alone excites you… knowing that bed is so near… knowing we could make love… that we could just slip your panties off and lift your skirt. Think of it Wendy, how quickly it could happen… how easily it would be to do it.”

“I couldn't… ohhh Marc, I love my husband…”

“Oh yes you could Wendy… the bed is close… you could just turn onto your back, loosen your knees and close your eyes… just let it happen. And later… back in your husband's arms, you could whisper in bed… tell him what we did… how I pushed down my pants and got between your legs… you'd feel his excitement. Wen, you know it’s his fantasy… his long awaited his thrill.”

“I know… but…”

Wendy glanced toward the bed… then back into the mesmerizing image of his dark eyes and he heard the quiver in her weakening voice.

“The door is locked Wen… I feel your trembling hands and I know you're wet… my penis is stiff and hard. Wendy we could stretch out on the bed… let the mirror watch us kiss and make love… ”

With the arousing thought swirling through her mind, Wendy stood in his arms, quivering, her pretty face hotly flushed. And without another word, he slipped his hand up along my wife’s smooth bare belly. His nails just grazing the smooth skin of her bare stomach sent little prickles up her spine. I saw her tottering in her high heels and quivering as the rush of excitement washed over her. His fingers cupped under the globe of her left breast… squeezing gently, the satiny smooth cleavage swelling over the edge of her white bra cup. I saw his fingertip tracing the imprint of her excited nipple. He scratched lightly with his nail and I saw the firmness of her nipple pucker under the cloth… I watched her shiver… her pretty head tossing about.

“My sweet Wen, I want to see your breasts… touch them… make love with you…”

“Ohhhhhhh…. no… we can’t…. I can’t…”

With her eyes fixated on the mirrored image of his hands on her breasts, my wife seemed to be in some hypnotic trance. She seemed lost in the moment… staring straight ahead and drawing quick shallow breaths as she fought to resist the tingle of his fingers on her nipples. Behind the curtain I was a shivering quivering wreck… in his arms my wife was struggling for breath. But I knew… eventually she'll give-in and he'll fuck her… it was our bed-time fantasy brought to life. And I waited, watching… listening…

“Just unhook your bra,” he whispered to the girl in the mirror.

“Oh… I can’t… I shouldn’t…” she whispered back.

“Just for a minute… unhook your bra… let me see you… let me touch your nipples with my tongue… Wen… you want to, I know you do.”

“Ohhh my God,” she whispered to the girl in the mirror. “I love my husband, I really shouldn’t…”

But she did… a breathless moment later, Wendy watched the lovely blonde girl in the mirror reaching behind her back. The blonde girl’s trembling fingers grasped the hooks of her white bra.

The move was so familiar, I’d seen it dozens of times… elbows back, the awkward little twist of her shoulders as she unsnapped the clasp of her bra. The hooks parted and something in my stomach went weak. Up to this moment I really thought Wendy might rush to the door and flee, but now a fresh wave of bile threatened to float up into my throat as I saw the taut fabric supporting the weight of her breasts slacken…

And I watched in utter fascination as my bashful wife exposed her magnificent up-slanting breasts to another man.

The white bra slipped through her fingers and fell to the floor. Shivering with embarrassment, she stood there naked from the waist up, her lovely pink-nippled breasts on display in the mirror and before the staring eyes of another man.

Pretty face hotly flushed, she shifted nervously, her weight shifting from one foot to the other and in the mirror, her saucy up-lifted breasts swayed with a delightful gelatinous firmness. Excitement puckered her pink nipples and I heard him draw a breath. “Ohh my God… Ohh Wendy, they’re more beautiful then I ever imagined. I've never seen such lovely breasts.”

I watched his eager hands on my wife’s body, one hand sliding slowly up along her stomach to gently cup under the smooth curve of a plump naked breast, the other sliding down her bare belly, feeling the silky warmth of my wife's bare skin. Her blonde head tipped back against his shoulder… I could see the shivers of excitement as she parted her lips, her breath coming in little panting gasps.

“Ohhh Marc… we shouldn't… I shouldn't be doing this…”

His fingers grazed across the skin of Wendy’s bare stomach and I watched his fingertips drawing warm little circles around her belly button, gradually slipping lower along the little blondish belly fuzz toward the waist of her skirt. His fingertips eased under the tight waist band of her skirt…

“My husband…” she gasped. “Oh Marc we can’t… he'll be waiting for me, wondering where I am……”

But I recognized the wavering tone, the half-hearted plea and saw his fingers wiggling further under her skirt… under the elastic waist of her panties. My wife twisted nervously, “no… oh no,” she gasped. But I saw the way she pulled in her belly muscles, making room for his hand to slip under the snug waistband of her skirt and down into her panties… his fingers eased into the ridge of her pubic hairs… delving deeper into the little blondish curls… a fingertip dipping into the top of her moist little seam...

Soft little whimpers drifted through the curtain as his hand wiggled deeper into Wendy's panties… the tip of one extended finger, sliding deeper into the slippery crease of a warm snug little cunt.

Raw anxiety griped my heart as I watched her twisting in his arms… not to escape his touch… yet not fully accepting his grasp. The tip of his finger reached her sensitive little clit and despite the residual of resistance, I knew I was watching the last breathless moments of my wife's innocence… the final moments before she tumbled weakly into the arms of another man. A moment later, he eased his hand out of her panties and clasped her hand, turning her away from the mirror and toward the bed.

“Come Wen… my little sweetheart, come over to the bed,” he murmured.

“Ohh my God… oh no, my husband will be frantic.”

Wendy spun around, twisting to get away only to find herself still clasped in his arms, but now the pert pink nipples of her warm bare breasts rested against his naked chest. His hands grazed up and down her ribs, teasing over the sides of her breasts and he kissed her while holding her warmth and softness against his bare chest.

And she kissed him back, with her lips warmly parted, her tongue touching his; she kissed him… hotly fervently. I could see her twisting excitedly, pressing against him, and grazing her sensitive nipples across his bare skin. His hand slid down between their bodies… his fingers cupped over the mound of her pussy… Wendy moaned, squirming her hips, pressing the mound of her pubic bone against his fingers. When their lips parted, she stared over his shoulder, vacantly gazing toward the curtain where I was hiding and I could see the excitement glimmering in her deep blue eyes and I knew my wife had wetted herself... her vagina had slickened… the crotch of her panties, warm and humid.

His lips brushed lightly across her cheek, softly he murmured, “Wen… my shy little sweetheart, now I want to see the rest of you… all of you… right in the middle of that big round bed… warm and naked. Let’s Wendy… we have an hour or two together… it’s our one chance.”

“Ohhhhhhh Marc,” she whimpered… “Ohhh God knows I want to… I really want to.” She pulled away and turned her back to him again. “But I can’t get on that bed with you… I let you kiss me and see my breasts, and touch me, but… but we can’t go all the way with this…”

“Wendy… little sweetheart, you know your husband would allow it… he'd let you go all the way, make love with another man. You're shy and a little frightened, but you know that, don't you?”

“Mmmm… well maybe… we, ah… talk about it…”

Her voice was weak, almost breaking into a sob. He realized she was near tears and he came up behind her, a gently touch, his hands on her hips again; his lips whispering close to her ear. “Wendy I know your husband loves you… but in bed, does your husband talk to you about it… about the thrill of watching his pretty wife fuck with another man?”

At the explicit word, her eye lashes shyly lowered. “Uh huh… sometimes in bed we talk about… well, about me doing ‘that’ with another man,” she murmured. “And well, sometimes we talk about him watching and we whisper the… the ‘fuck’ word. But it’s just pillow talk, fantasies to excite us while we make love.” The stammering admission flushed her face, her eyes turned away in embarrassment.

“But Wen, it excites you… to whisper the ‘fuck’ word in bed and think of other men and imagine having sex with them. You think about it don't you… how it would feel to play out your husband's fantasy?”

“Mmmm humm, it excites me, but this is so sudden… and I’m…. I’m not…”

“Well little girl, we can sit on the bed and I won’t force or harm you in any way. We can kiss and pet and nothing more will happen… if you don’t want it to happen.”

Wendy’s eyes flicked toward the bed and he spoke very softly, placing a soft but compelling intone on every word. “So my little shy darling, you can pick up your clothing and I’ll take you back to your husband or… or we can go over to the bed and what will happen… will happen…”

In my hiding place I waited… my heart thumping as I held my breath. The pause seemed interminable…

Glancing away from the bed, Wendy wiggled out of his arms. Nervous and tottering in her heels, my long-legged lovely wife bent down and picked up her silk blouse. As Wendy reached down for her bra, loose strands long silky blonde hair obscured her blushing face. She straightened, I saw the delightful sway of her lovely bare breasts and I thought… “Ohhh no, she’s gonna slip back into her clothes… its not going to happen…”

“I'm sorry,” she murmured… “Oh Marc, I'm sorry…”

I exhaled a long held quivering breath. I was relieved… I was disappointed… just a crazy mix of feelings. And I stood behind the curtain… sweating, trembling and not really knowing what or how to feel.

He spoke softly, “I'm sorry too Wen. We may never meet again and it would have been a warm wonderful experience… for both of us to remember. And Wendy… it’d probably been a big thrill for your husband too.”

As he spoke in a slow quiet voice, Marc walked over to the bed. He sat with his back to the curtain, but in the mirror I could see the disappointment in his eyes… and also a flicker of resolve. Wendy turned her head… their eyes met… ocean blue eyes staring into his dark eyes. There was no denying the magnetism, the force that had lured them together. I remembered only an hour ago, how they sat on the sofa, eyes locked… testing each other with gentle touches, the thought of making love hovering in both their minds. A moment passed and I watched the indecision on Wendy’s flushed face, her moist blue eyes flashing toward the closed door and then quickly back to the waiting bed.

And clearly, it was not a bed for sleeping, softly lit, encircled by a plush purple drapery, it was more a theater stage… a huge round platform upon which to fuck shy pretty house wives… timid wives like my flush-faced Wendy.

Discarded clothing clasped in her hand, the uncertainty and the fear was clear in her eyes. On the other side of the drapery, my face felt feverish, but my fingers separating the split in the curtain were cold and shaking. I watched… I listened, not daring to breathe. It was like sitting under the sharp sword of Damocles and waiting for the suspending hair to break…

“But my little darling Wendy,” he murmured as he stared at her smooth naked back. His voice was deep and carried a ring of sincerity. “If you walk away now… if you slip into your clothes and travel back to your little town in Kansas never knowing. Well, you’ll always wonder, you’ll always wonder………. ”

Still standing with her back turned, the tense knuckles grasping her clothing had turned white. I could sense her mind swirling, her mental vacillation… the emotional battle between fear and the raw excitement of giving herself to another man. In the mirror their gaze met again, her deep blue eyes staring into his magnetic dark eyes… both feeling the mystical pull of Monterey… the lure and magic of those rhythmically washing waves. And then, like ocean sand trickling through loosened fingers, her will to resist slipped away….

Very slowly, my bare-breasted wife turned and faced him… one tense knuckle at a time, Wendy loosened her grip… her bra and then the white silk blouse slithered through her fingers and fell silently back to the floor.

“Ohhh Marc… I shouldn't… but ohhh my God I feel something pulling me… something strange happening in me… to me…”

With a deep shuddering breath, Wendy squared her shoulders, and with her naked breasts standing firm and high, she took one faltering step toward the bed. And in the darkness over my head I heard the whistling sound of the proverbial sword falling.

One hesitant step, but it was all the encouragement he needed!!!!

Suddenly Marc jumped up from the bed… two steps and he reached out and swiftly spun her around. Tucking his arm against the backs of her knees, he quickly swept my bare-breasted wife up into his strong arms. His sudden sweeping grasp frightened Wendy, she began to whimper and struggle as he carried her across the room, toward my hiding place… and toward the wide round bed.

“Ohhhhhh Marc…. Ohhhh ohhhhhh…”

But while being carried toward a nearby bed, the skittish whimpers of a timid wife can be so utterly alluring. The panting of Wendy's breath, her hotly blushing face and the futility of her resistance created an irresistible aura of sensuality… and through the narrow crack in the curtain I could see the outline of Marc’s stiffening cock straining upward against the front of his pants…

And while my timid Wendy kicked and struggled, I could feel the blood rushing to my own groin… Because I knew, although she may whimper and whine, on that big round squeaky bed, and only inches away from my watching eyes, Marc was about to fuck my pretty wife.

“Ohhh God…” I could barely stifle the groan.

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To be continued in (Chapter 6)

B.W.B.

[Stargeezer]

BWB,

A Gold Medal is awarded to an obvious master craftsman for delivering Anticipation at its best !

Excellent, as usual, and the woody meter (1 to 5 scale) says 5 peters at a high angle.

Many thanks,

Stargeezer

[Mia]

BWB,

A Gold Medal is awarded to an obvious master craftsman for delivering Anticipation at its best !

Excellent, as usual, and the woody meter (1 to 5 scale) says 5 peters at a high angle.

Many thanks,

Stargeezer

I agree with Stargeezer. This is very well done.

Kudos, BWB.

[rickflst]

I am again being held in rapt anticipation for the next installment

[Open2it]

Awesome! A true masterpiece.
O2

[sheacouple]

This is certainly a true masterpiece and what the x-rated film industry should be making into a movie instead of the usual movies that never stimulate the mind of both male and female. The story paints a wonderful picture of what can be shared by husband and wife. I certainly look forward to the future parts! The action may be super erotic but it is the aftermath two people share together that is so stimulating. Patiently waiting for Part 6 and 7.

[hotcouplesw]

Great as usual, waiting for pt 6

[tr1]

Can't wait for the next chapter!

[SurreyHubby]

Eagerly awaiting the final chapter(s)! Talk about leaving us hanging!

[HotWifeCuckHubby]

I sure hope part 6 is coming soon! Very erotic...
Thank you
~J~

[TJBeast]

Love it! Can't wait for the next installment.

[rickflst]

I think we all love this version. I hope we see the next installment soon.

[dann]

is part 6 coming soon?

[TJBeast]

Love it! Looking forward to the next chapter...soon, I hope.

[northern32]

Love this story.
Can't wait for part six

[dann]

any idea when part sex i mean six is cuming

[shakeritej]

Oh my. This story, in general, and this last part of the story, in particular, is an incredibly sensual, exciting and marvelously crafted work of writing art that is to be inhaled, sipped and savored. You have taken the path of this seduction to an expected turning point that could have been described in a few short paragraphs (or less). But the extend journey that you gave us has instead itself turned out to be a much better reward to the reader.

What is amazing is that this last little part of the overall story is twelve pages long when pasted into a word processor. I have probably spent more than an hour slowly wading into and through your marvelous descriptive prose. But the real time that has occurred in the story is likely far less.

I can only hope that part six is posted. I hope and expect that you have used the same care and skill constructing the imagery of the story of the completion of her seduction. Thank you so much.

[peaceman75206]

I am loving the story as it unfolds. It is true that I have spent more time reading the story, than has elapsed in the narrative. My initial reaction was similar to Observer1931's. Then I quickly realized that the extended time telling the story is how we as readers experience the angst of the protagonist. I am with him in his wavering, second guessing, hoping it will happen, hoping it won't, excited, worried, frightened, waiting, sorting his conflicting emotions.

As a wannabe, I think this story is as close to the full experience of wife sharing from the husbands perspective that I have read.

Bravo

[tay]

BBB