' The Wife Watcher’s Party ' ... (Previews)

[Bert Bronson]

Bertram W. Bronson

Wife Watcher’s Party (An excerpt)

(Here are a few preview paragraphs from the re-edited “Watcher” story. I hope to have all the new and revised chapters in the library in the next few weeks.)

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Feeling the first gut-wrenching flow of adrenaline, my knees went rubbery and I stumbled to my feet. Glancing back toward the dance floor, Marc and my wife were still swaying to the soft music, exchanging whispers and little touches. “Hurry then,” Marilyn whispered. “If you want to watch him make love to your wife… there may be only a little time to get you hidden.”

The hostess hustled me up a flight of back stairs and down a long thickly carpeted hallway. We passed several richly paneled mahogany doors, some closed, some open to expensively furnished bedrooms. I paused, glancing into one of the lighted bedrooms, “not here Brad… it’s the last door, way down at the end.”

Marilyn clasped my hand, turning a corner and guiding me further along the hallway. As we turned the corner the lighting grew dimmer, the sound of the band faded away and even our footsteps were muted by the thick carpeting. There was an unsettling aura of deepening mystery as I felt Marilyn’s warm hand drawing me along the quiet corridor. Finally her footsteps slowed and we stopped at the last door on the left. We paused outside the closed door and Marilyn whispered to me in a hushed voice...

“Here it is Brad; this is the room where Marc will bring your wife… where they’ll make love…”

Standing in front of the door, it all seemed so unreal, so contrived and impossible, but curiosity and a strange urge came over me to quickly step into the room and look down at the bed where Marc would soon be making love with my wife. In those few tense moments, as if my straining eyes could pierce through tropical wood panels, I imagined the bed and Marc and Wendy on a white silk sheet… their loins pressing… the head of his pulsing cock sliding into the slippery warmth of my wife's vagina… her moist mucus flesh stretching and closing wetly over the long length of his cock… with groins tight and their pubic hairs tangling, I heard my Wendy’s first gasping groan…
And my wide eyes stayed fixated on the door. I could feel the pent-up anguish and excitement washing down through my stomach and into my loins… “What happens now, where do I go to hide? My voice was strained; perhaps even fearful… it was all so strange, so new and mysterious. “Marilyn what’s in there…?”

“Easy Brad, don't be nervous… I'm going to disclose a secret now, one you've promised to never reveal.” She murmured softly, a ceremonial tone came over her hushed voice. “Brad… right behind that heavy door is the Wife Watcher’s room.”

“The what… the Wife Watcher’s room…???”

“Yes… it’s a bedroom cleverly designed so husbands can secretly watch their shy wives with other men. On one the side of the room there’s a small dark hiding place where a husband can be concealed… but he can peek out and look right down onto a big wide bed and see his naked wife making love.”

“That’s so bizarre… and so… my God, so utterly erotic,” I gasped.

“Mmmm hmm, isn’t it?”

But it was closed… little tingles ran up my spine as I waited for Marilyn to open the door. Reaching out, I brushed my fingers across the richly polished wood. It was strange, a surreal sensation to stare at the dark wooden panel and think of my Wendy behind that door… on a bed… a man between her legs. And the urge welled up in me, to hide somewhere and experience the emotional rush of watching my wife making love. The incongruous imagery would not leave my mind, it invaded my senses. I couldn't shake the image of his thickly swollen cock… my wife on her back, her knees apart… The crawly feeling began wiggling its way back into my stomach and my sweaty fingers reached down to the brass door latch… But Marilyn’s warm hand quickly clasped my wrist. “No Brad… there’s another door, a small opening in the wall.”

“Back this way…”

Marilyn drew me back along the hallway; on wobbly knees I followed… back ten or twenty paces. “Here,” she murmured. “This is where you can hide.”

And she stopped before a section of blank wall. Perplexed, I stared in confusion at the empty wall paneling and noted Marilyn’s enigmatic little smile.

“Watch,” she whispered.

Marilyn’s warm fingers eased out of my tense grip. Her slender, nicely manicured fingers trailed in a feathery touch, searching along the blank wall. My eyes followed her middle fingers grazing lightly, following a pattern in the rich velvety wallpaper, her delicate hand paused… and without a sound, on oiled hinges, a narrow hidden panel swung slowly inward. Aside from small seams in the wallpaper, it was literally invisible. With an awesome feeling of unreality, I stared into the gloomy interior.

“This is it Brad, you can hide in here… duck your head and slip inside.”

Crouching down, I cautiously lowered my head into the dim interior and drew a deep nervous breath. It was gloomy, but a faint sweet scent like spring citrus bloom rose to meet me. “Hurry Brad, slip inside before they come along. We don't want anyone to catch us out here.”

[roadrunner]

I'll be looking forward to it! This was one of my favorite stories, and I've always hoped it would be finished.

[Nice Smile]

Bert,
Is this a one-way message from you?

Or are you looking for speling and gramattical edits?

[Bert Bronson]

Hi Nice Smile,

Don't quite understand your reply, but no message from me is ever one-way.

So my friend, are you offering to pre-view and look for errors in my stories prior to my posting? I need someone to do that chore. When I proof-read I miss some of the errors. If a writer tries to proof his own work, his mind tends to focus on what he “thinks” he wrote not, what’s really before his eyes.

So I'm open for “anyone” with sharp eyes and reasonably good English proficiency to pre-view and spot the mistakes. For example… who has spotted the error in the (excerpt)?

I feel really stupid when long after posting I see an error, but it’s too late to fix it.
Bert B.

[roadrunner]

Hi Nice Smile,

Don't quite understand your reply, but no message from me is ever one-way.

So my friend, are you offering to pre-view and look for errors in my stories prior to my posting? I need someone to do that chore. When I proof-read I miss some of the errors. If a writer tries to proof his own work, his mind tends to focus on what he “thinks” he wrote not, what’s really before his eyes.

So I'm open for “anyone” with sharp eyes and reasonably good English proficiency to pre-view and spot the mistakes. For example… who has spotted the error in the (excerpt)?

I feel really stupid when long after posting I see an error, but it’s too late to fix it.
Bert B.

I noticed a couple of missing quotes. Didn't really read it to edit it though. Sometimes I can do that, though my skills aren't always the best.

If you want me to I'll take a look at it.

[hotcouplesw]

This was a great story when i first read. I look forward to the entire story.

[Nice Smile]

Hi Nice Smile,

Don't quite understand your reply, but no message from me is ever one-way.

So my friend, are you offering to pre-view and look for errors in my stories prior to my posting? I need someone to do that chore.

Sure!

I don't write as well as you. But I'm a reasonably good proofreader.

I'll make this a Memorial Day Weekend project. This will be fun!

[Bert Bronson]

Hi Nice Smile,

Re: Proof-reading Bronson stories,

I need an e-mail addres to send you various stories in Microsoft Word documents. Are you able to open and read MS Word doc attachments. Possibly one way to show your corrections wood be to hi-light said corrections and return the file. What do you think? For example, see the (4) colored coded errors in this message. I'm not sure Hot-Wife PM’s will show the colors, but I've tested it in this message. My e-mail, Windows Hot Mail, does show colors.

My e-mail: bwbinca@hotmail.com

Bert

[iwish]

From someone that does a lot of writing in MS Word click Tools and Track Changes. That will highlight every change and move deletions to the side so the author can have final say on whether to accept the change or revert to the original draft. You can accept or ignore each and every change, one by one. It works great.

[weluvtoodoit]

Hello "Bert" - so nice to see you here! I love the changes you have made to your characters, expecially the name changes.
I just have some minor edits to make for you - in the 2nd paragraph, I think maybe "not" should be capitalized; in the 5th, "hide?" should have quotation marks after it, and in the 8th, in the sentence beginning "On one the side..." the word "the" should be eliminated. The first two aren't very noticeable, but the 3rd makes the sentence a bit awkward, and I know you didn't mean to leave it that way, but sometimes things just slip by unnoticed, like you have said.
I haven't forgotten about you- things have just been very busy lately. I will try to keep in touch more frequently - unless you don't appreciate my picking apart your very sophisticated and erotically detailed style of writing! Please let me know...
Yours for the asking,
"Marilyn"

[weluvtoodoit]

Hi again-
I'm just here to say how remorseful I am that I corrected your beautiful story here - I only did it because I was so anxious for you to pick me to do some proofreading for you!!! Please accept my apology...
"Marilyn"

[Curious Couple]

We were just wondering if the conclusion of "Wife Watchers Party" has been written yet. Please post it as soon as it is finished.

Mrs. Curious

[Bert Bronson]

Okay Mrs. Curious… I'm working on it!

Here’s a little tidbit…

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With her thumbs hooked under waist of her panties, there was a soft creak of the bed as my wife leaned a bit to one side, raising first one round ass-cheek, then the other. My skin crawled as I watched the panty elastic slip out from under the curve of her buttocks. Shivering with raw excitement, I watched Wendy lift her feet, twisting and wiggling out of her panties.

And Marc was watching the exquisite exposure of my wife's smooth bare ass, of delicate lips and thin curling hair. Embarrassment flushed her face as she dropped her underpants and rested her blonde head back against her pillow. Biting her lower lip, she let her knees drift slightly apart and I heard the breathy gasp of breath and the tension in her voice.

“Ohhhh Marc…then just do it… just do it…”

She was his now… his to do with as he pleased. As legend said, the mystical Goddess of Love had had her way. The ocean waves of Monterey Bay were now gently undulating against the rocky shore and for the next hour my shy sweet Wendy would be his… his married woman to kiss and touch and fuck. There was no hurry… her husband would wait. Marc brushed a strand of hair from her flushed cheek. Leaning down, he kissed her softly, as a man might kiss his wife before making love. I watched the kiss deepen, her arms willingly curling around his neck.

“Make love to me Marc… I can’t wait any longer…”

Gradually, he gradually turned her slightly crossways on the bed… her head now toward the mirror, her lovely blonde hair hung down over the other side of the bed. In the soft rosy light I could see the reflective shimmer of gold as she nervously tossed her head. And the excitement was like a live wire in my gut, because her open loins were facing almost directly into the curtain. Trance-like, I knee-walked between the splits in the curtain, her head faced away, so now with less caution, I parted the seams looking for the one closes to my wife's spread legs.

My eye neared the sliver of light. Shivering, I leaned closer and closer until I felt the tingle of my eye lash brush against the curtain. I blinked and stared on through… right into my wife's open crotch. I was sweating, my breath panting against the curtain.

Oh my god, I thought, the devil himself could not have planned it more carefully. Suddenly I realized… Marc had deliberately turned her hips; he'd positioned Wendy’s loins so I'd see his cock slide into her… see it all happen only inches from my eyes. It washed over me, the heat, the raw excitement… my heart thumping, I stared between my wife's legs.

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So Mrs. Curious, am I making a little progress???

BWB

[roadrunner]

So Mrs. Curious, am I making a little progress???

Making progress? Yes! fast enough to satiate our curiosity? Are you kidding???

Thanks!

[Curious Couple]

Dear Bert,

Thank you for the sneak preview. I must admit that I found it very exciting and I couldn't help "substituting" myself for the wife in the story while Mr. Curious watches from behind the curtain. We can't wait for the rest!

Mrs. Curious

[rickflst]

I love it! I cannot wait for the final version!

[Bert Bronson]

(An excerpt from chapter 7)

Again his lips began at her panty waist, again wetting the skin of her naked belly with his warm wet tongue… fingers easing slightly under the elastic… licking lower and lower toward the curly ridge of her pubic hairs.

“Pull your panties down… come on Wen, just a little…”

Feeling his warm slippery tongue on her bare skin, I saw her growing weaker… her trembling fingers reaching down and bit-by-bit stretching down the elastic waist of her panties. I watched my wife's panty waist slipping lower and lower on her sweetly tanned belly. His tongue licked along the skin of her bare belly, across the bikini tan line, onto the whiter skin, wetting the soft downy belly fuzz, licking closer and closer to the thicker ash blonde curls of pussy hair.

“My little sweetheart, this won't hurt… let’s slip your panties down… just a little more.”

With a pitiful little whimper, Wendy wiggled her hips and lowered the elastic waist of her panties another inch and his nose and tongue drifted into the fragrance of my wife's pussy curls… then gradually lower… the tip of his wet tongue searching through the thin hair for the top of her vaginal crack.

“Ohhh Marc… we can't… we can't.” But in the same breath, her legs went loose, knees bending back as he eased over and settled his face between her spread thighs. Now both the silky soft skin of her inner thighs and the crotch of her white cotton panties were open to the invasion of his tongue.

From my hiding place I watched his cheek graze teasingly along one inner thigh and then the other, his lips feeling the soft silky warm skin as the faint scent of female genitalia drifted up into his nostrils.

Soon his face was buried into fragrance of Wendy’s panty crotch, his nose and lips burrowing into the raised mound of hair and labial folds. And my wife was totally lost, shivering and squirming her hips as his warm tongue traced the elastic of her panty leg… wetting the little stray hairs in the crease of her groin. The heady female scent rose from the humid crotch of her panties and from between her knees he looked up at Wen’s pretty face.

“Wendy, slip your panties off for me.”

“Ohhh don't… don't make me…”

Just slip your pants off… let me touch you there… with my tongue.”

“Ohhh… I…”

“Wen… would you like to feel that… my tongue on your tender little clit? My shy little sweetheart, would you like to take that memory back home to your little town in Kansas?”

She looked shyly down between her open knees, across the white of her panty crotch and into his eyes. “Oh yesssss, but my husband,” she gasped… “Ohhh God, he must be worrying… he'll be frantic.”

At that moment she thought of me and I felt so guilty, felt so much love for my wife. Lying stretched across the bed, her lovely blonde head was still right close to the curtain and through a narrow crack and I was looking right down onto her pretty face. She could feel his slippery warm tongue wetting the little stray hairs along the edge of her panty crotch. Thoughts of slipping out of her panties, thoughts of his warm tongue on her clitoris, must have been swirling about in her mind and the excitement was simply glistening in her eyes. But I saw one hand reach up and cover those deep blue eyes in shame.

“Does your husband give you orgasms with his tongue?”

“Yessss,” sometimes… and…”

“And you love it don't you?” he murmured… “You love it my sweet girl, the feeling of a warm mouth and tongue.”

“Ohhh yes… I love it and… Ohhhh God it makes me cumm so hard.”

“Then it will be a lovely memory for both of us,” he whispered... “Let’s press back the little cover of skin and bare your little tender clitoris and I'll wipe it my tongue until you cumm… once, twice… maybe more, until you're weak and exhausted…”

“Yessss, but… but after that… ohhhh Marc we shouldn't do more… I shouldn't let you really… fuck me…”

“We'll see little girl… we'll see…”

A tense moment passed, glancing across into the mirror, I waited, my muscles tight with anticipation, her knees were apart and I watched his eyes fixated on the narrow crotch of my wife's soft cotton panties. The hand covering her shameful eyes slowly lowered and it eased down between her open thighs. The index finger of her right hand was trembling with excitement and it settled against the left leg of her white panty crotch. Her fingertip eased up and down along the elastic edge, brushing along the little feathery fringe of escaping hair. Wendy hesitated… then slowly, bending at the first knuckle, her finger slipped under the crotch of her panties and with a little twist of hips, she loosened the elastic. And somewhere in that swirl of mindless space between her open knees their eyes met…

“Ohhh Marc I will… but, ohhh I shouldn't… I shouldn't really be doing this…”

Quickly his eyes flicked down as a second finger hooked deeper under the elastic of her panty leg and he could see just the edge of her left labia and curls of thicker pussy hair tangled around her knuckles. He looked back up into her blue eyes… “Do it my sweet Wen, lift the crotch aside…let me see inside your panties,” he whispered.

Listening… watching, my belly knotted… my God is she really going to?

“Ohh… Marc, this is so crazy.” But her feet lifted, pearly toes pointed up, and after another slight hesitation, the fingers of her right hand tugged sideways at the crotch of her white panties… the rounded surface of a labial fold, then more tangled curly tuffs met his eyes. Quickly his mouth was there, wetting the edge of her finger as the tip of his tongue slipped into the exposed curls of wheat colored pussy hairs…

Moaning, making little pleading sounds in her throat, Wendy slowly stretched the elastic of her panty crotch fully aside and his tongue followed, wiping the thin blondish hairs with his wet tongue, across the nearest plump fold of labia… the tip wiggling through the tangled wisps of hair and dipping into the fragrant pink crease of her cunt.

“Marc… Ohhhhhh Marc….”

Gasps and little breathy whimpers drifted through the curtain. And while her right hand held her panty crotch aside, the left eased down into her groin, her fingertips slipping into the dark blonde pussy hairs, pulling sideways, opening herself and exposing the gleaming pink inner folds.

From inches away I looked across my wife's bare belly and watched his face nuzzling into tickling softness of her pubic hair, his tongue… wiping along the pink crease… across the nerve filled button of her clitoris. Wendy parted herself with her fingers and held the pink folds of her pussy apart… her fingertips pressed back, drawing the protective foreskin from the tip of her clitoris. The darker pink little nubbin of nerves stood out from its sheltering cover of thin skin and he circled it with his tongue, absorbing the delicate taste of my wife's body. Loins up-tilted… giving herself to the madness of his warm tongue, she lay there shivering, holding her clitoral foreskin tightly back as he sucked the tip of her swollen clitoris between his lips.

Wendy gave a startled half-strangled shriek and her hips rocked… an upturning undulation of hip and buttock muscles as she held her panty crotch aside and rubbed her loins against his face. He held her tightly, his hands clasping under her twisting buttocks while glistening folds of pink flesh and curly pubic hairs rubbed against his nose… his lips… against his probing tongue.

While my wife held her panty crotch aside, creamy fluids had wet the elastic leg band and trailed down between her buttocks and I could see his finger sneaking along the edge of the crotch panel and sliding smoothly and easily through the slipperiness between the clasp of her ass-cheeks. The tip of his finger followed the glistening trail of slipperiness upward toward the button of her dainty little anus, he paused against the brownish pink indent and Wendy gasped, sucking in a quick deep breath of protest… “Don't… don't… don't,” her quivery voice trailed off in a weak gasping plea.

The taste of my sweet Wendy lingered on his tongue, the delicate scent of her vagina wafted upward from the spread of her warm loins and under the tight button of Wendy's mucus smeared anus, he could feel the intriguing inner warmth of my lovely wife's body and his fingertip lingered, pressing lightly, spreading the slippery mucus of her vagina in little glistening circles around the tight little anal pucker.

Wendy gasped and whined and I saw her belly muscles go tight. She clenched her toes and kicked her feet and I clutched the side of the curtain till my knuckles turned white. “Don't Marc… not there… ohhh no… I've never…”

My wife whimpered and squirmed and his middle finger eased away from the little indent and onto the perineum of anal muscle and now only a slippery inch of thin hair-less skin separated his fingertip from the soft opening of my wife's vagina. He slid his fingertip up along the connecting strip of skin and paused at the tightly clasped rim of pink flesh that so sweetly sealed the opening into her body.

Under the ball of his finger the splendor my wife's vaginal opening lay moist and vulnerable and he touched gently… just lightly rubbing the ball of his finger around the snug pink seal, spreading the thin mucus onto the surrounding thin peach-fuzz of pubic hair. He paused and let just the very tip of his finger settle into the precious little clutch of pink and

I saw Wendy's gluey fluids welling up over his fingernail.
He lifted his finger… the nail was shinny… creamy fluids covered the nail and gathered around the thin half-moon recess of his cuticle. Snugly closed, it was like pressing a finger against the drawstring of a little pink purse and when his finger lifted the purse string had slightly loosened and a little tiny opening appeared.

Easing past the tiny opening, his slippery finger moved higher parting sticky inner folds and a tangled crisscross of blondish pussy hairs. Sliding slowly along the bottom of the deep pink furrow, his fingertip washed a glistening little sluice of fluids up toward the peal of her clitoris. Gently Marc’s fingertip bumped against the slightly flattened underside of Wendy’s aroused clit. She whimpered. Fractionally, he eased back, lifted his finger and began wiping the smear of fluids just around the edges of Wendy's tender little button of nerves. I could see her beginning to shudder. The little pea sized nubbin stiffened and lifted outward from its pink folds. Skillfully, gently, barely brushing the surface, he smeared her creamy fluids around and around her clit… she wailed and cried…. belly muscles tightening into a quivering ridge.

“Marc… Marc… ohh you're driving me crazy… ohhhh ohhhhhhhhh….”

While my gasping wife caught a breath, he wet his finger, adding his saliva to the sheen of gathered fluids. Like a master artist, their fluids the paint, his finger the brush, he painted the tender pearl of Wendy's clit with gentle brush strokes, smearing their body fluids over and around the taut nubbin of nerves until it stood firm and quivering in the soft light.

“My sweet little Wendy,” he whispered… “Cumm for me my sweet girl… cumm on my finger.”

He began wiping across Wendy's clit with an upward stroke, slightly skinning back the cover of thin foreskin. Centering the ball of his finger… he pressed gently and the little oily button slipped out from under his finger… he searched through the clasping pink folds… finding it… and beginning to press side-to-side in a gentle rhythmic movement. Wailing shirking cries… she shivered and shook and up-turned her loins…

And while she shivered and tucked her heels back against her naked bottom, he bent his finger… pressing lightly and slowly drawing it back down along slippery pink groove until his fingertip caught on the soft little opening into her vagina. He lowered his finger again… pressing a little deeper… the silky warm gooeyness closed over the first knuckle… and he paused…

“There… right there, my little sweetheart?”

“Yesssss… ohhhhhh yes… there… push your finger in… meeeee…” It was a crying sobbing whimper as her blonde head thrashed about on the pillow.

Wendy's hands flashed up from between her legs and quickly clenched in his hair. As her sharp nails cut into his scalp… Marc turned his hand palm-up and smoothly buried the full length of his wiggling finger into my wife's vagina… curving it upward through the clasp of slippery skin, probing up under her pubic bone for that magical spot. Her head tossed back… the muscles in her neck flushed and went rigid…
The deep raspy groan welled up out of her throat. “Fuck me with your finger… Ohhhh do it Marc… do it…”

He fingered her… one or two quick strokes, she moaned… again, fucking her with his middle finger, two or three more strokes… with a soft squishy sound, his glistening finger slipped in and out of the sheath of warm slippery flesh…
under her buttocks, a little damp spot was gathering on the bed sheet.

Her toes curled… and a long wailing cry skittered through the curtain…

Shimmering lengths of blonde hair whipped across the bed sheet as the deeply imbedded finger compelled her first orgasm with another man. Her pelvic muscles stiffened and quivered… vaginal contractions gripped in a slippery clasp of pink skin around the length of Marc’s finger as the unrestrained fury of orgasm rippled through her straining belly.

More to follow......

B.W.B

[HerLittleGuy]

Powerfully erotic imagery, masterfully conveyed! Thanks, BWB. Would love to hear more.

HLG

[roadrunner]

WOW! And yet again WOW!

We'll be eagerly awaiting your next installment on this!

[Curious Couple]

Dear Bert,

This story is driving me crazy. Mr. Curious and I have read your most recent installments over and over again and have openly discussed how erotic it would be for him to watch me become as sexually aroused by another man as Wendy (in the story) does with Marc. Of course, our role play always ends with the fantasy man fucking me over and over again while Mr. Curious secretly watches, as I can't seem to get enough of him. In fact, in our fantasies, I become so aroused that I actually become the aggressor and beg him to fuck me "just a few more times".

Please hurry with the conclusion of the story!

Mrs. Curious