My wife had become particularly pissed at the party and as she did when in this
state, relieved herself of her usual prudish nature. She whispered into my ear,
with a slur, that she wanted me to fuck her. She never talked like that when she
was sober, the utterance of foul language totally turned her off. So these words
were most exiting to my equally drunken mind. I grabbed her hand and led her to
the stairs in the main hall of the very large country retreat. We ran up the
stairs giggling in anticipation of what we were about to do, trying each door of
the unfamiliar and deserted hallway. The first unlocked room we found, amount a
choice of what must have been 20 doors, was the bathroom and my need to relieve
myself of the wine I had consumed was, at that point, far greater than any other
urge. Jessica kissed me on the lips and skipped off down the hall saying she
would find a room. I called after her that I wanted her ready for me when I
returned, and she giggled back some pun about finding it 'hard'. In its
semi-erect state pissing was difficult and I had to calm my mind so as to get
the needed relief of an emptying bladder. As I washed my hands my mind wandered
to my wife's slender body. She was so perfect and I loved to run my hands over
her silky white skin. Her beautiful pert breasts and small erect nipples, her
flat stomach, firm rounded buttocks and etched pubic hair, How I loved her body.
She had been a model for a number of years before she started her own business
but still kept her athletic look. My thoughts were still far away as I exited
the bathroom and walked straight into a man that was making his way briskly down
the corridor. "So where's the action?", he blurted in a loud brash manner "Word
is the party's up here". His sudden appearance and unexpected confrontation
threw me and more through reflex than calculation, I offhandedly joked that mine
was in there, gesturing a hand towards the door my wife had entered. Without an
utterance he turned and began to made his way in the direction of my waving arm.
I lunged and grabbed his shoulder to which he barked an angry "What?" then
smiled as if the word was not his own. As he turned to face me I took in for the
first time the man that stood before me. He was short, in his mid forties, well
dressed in an expensive suit and well groomed. He was quite a good looking bloke
with short graying hair and his earlier words now seemed out of place with his
conservative look. "I'll go first" he commanded with obvious impatience, the
alcohol on his breath filling my nostrils. He stared intently waiting for my
retort. "I'm told she likes the game of hard to get", my voice pronounced as my
mind deciphered what it said. It was as if a stranger spoke my words and I just
stood and listened. The whole thing started to become unreal as a wave of
alcoholic buzz hit my brain and I staggered, the sound of a door slam echoing in
my head. I shook my head to try and clear it but it had a detrimental effect
forcing me to grab the wall to steady myself. I lumbered towards the door and
pressed down on the handle but it was locked. I stayed there, head resting on
it, fighting back my drunken state and listening to the voices from beyond the
wooden barrier. "...yeah! sure you don't. You were begging for it as I walked
through the door." a male voice sneered loudly. "OK, OK" I heard my wife
exclaim, "But don't rip the dress. My husband will be along soon..." My wife was
trying to put authority into her voice but it wavered as her voice tapered off
to a volume I couldn't hear . My head had cleared a bit as the male voice
demanded in a loud but sympathetic voice if he could just have one look at her
breasts. I was about to bang on the door and demand access when to my surprise I
hear my wife stress "...but no touching." There was silence for a moment and
then the shouting voices were replaced with normal tones, inaudible through the
thick wooden door. I strained to hear as thoughts of my wife revealed her
beautiful body to this man swam in my head. My thoughts were interrupted by
laughing voices from down the corridor and in panic at being seen listening at a
door I ran for the bathroom. I sat there panting slightly as breath became hard
to take waiting for the voices to pass so I could put an end to this madness.
What had I done?. But the voices didn't pass and soon a knock at the door as a
woman questioned "Is there anyone in there?" Shit! Shit! Shit! maybe they'll go
away, and then the knock again as the handle was pushed down. "Just a minute" I
whined. I turned on the tap and threw water over my face, my panic and confusion
showing clearly from my reddened complexion. "OK pull yourself together" I said
to myself as I stared into the face of this stranger in the mirror. I dried,
straightened my clothes and moved boldly to the door. As I stepped into the
corridor I was greeted by three friendly couples as the first lady squeezed past
me and quickly shut the door. I headed off towards the stairs concentrating on
walking as soberly as I could but probably looking worse though my stiff
posture. At the bottom of the stairs people milled in small groups talking and
laughing. I knew none of them as this was my wife's invitation and I was a
stranger. I grabbed another drink from a passing waiters tray and tried to sip
it calmly waiting for the toilet goers to return. I was going to knock that door
down, I growled to myself as the guilt of my invitation filled my mind. But my
anger flagged as the thoughts of Jessica exposing her body to that stranger
brought activity back to my loins. I tried to be annoyed at the thoughts of what
was going on but but the picture of my wife tentatively lowering her dress to
reveal her naked breasts to this lust filled man, just made my erection grow. I
twisted and turned in an effort to hide it, sure that all could hear my
thoughts, then scurried to a vacant chair at the foot of the stairs, placing a
discarded menu card on my lap, and read intently. The more I thought hurry up,
the more my mind wandered and the more turned on I became. Pressing down on my
bulge only heightened the sensation as I desperately tried to interest myself in
the menu for a meal I had already had. As I read it for what must have been the
seventeenth time, glancing occasionally at the stairwell for signs of the
returning couples, A familiar voice interrupted. "You were right!! what a woman.
Hard to get but loved it in the end!" It was him. I tried to stand but he
subconsciously forced me to remain seated by his position. He had a story to
tell and he wanted me to be the first to hear it. I wanted to stand and push him
out the way, hit him, do something, but my legs were like jelly and I couldn't
move. He whispered with glee how she had really played hard to get under some
pretence that her husband was coming and my heart sank, realizing I had let her
down. But I listened like a child as he unraveled his tale of his conquest over
this beautiful creature. He told how he got more and more turned on the more she
resisted his advance, but how he eventually got her down to just her knickers
and laughed as he explained how gullible she was to believe he just wanted to
look and not touch. He described the feel of the breasts I knew so well, how her
nipples became erect as he tweaked and squeezed them. How she tried to pull away
when he thrust her hand down the front of his trousers, but he held her wrist
firm while he enjoyed the touch of her flesh pressing hard on his cock. He
recalled the event with every detail like he knew subconsciously I wanted to
know all. He explained how she changed her objections when he told her he wanted
to fuck her. She undid his trousers, he recounted, and took his cock in hand
wrapping her fingers around its girth, massaging it gently with an expert touch.
"I nearly came" he grinned, and told how he saw her little game but how she
stopped with a squeal when he slipped his fingers between her legs and pumped
into her soft damp channel. I listened as he salivated over each action like a
man that had hunted and returned home proudly with tales of great adventures and
I sat as would a little boy in awe. To listen to the seduction of my wife and
how this man would tell his tale to me a stranger like we had been friends for
life. He said how her resolve had faded as he climbed between her legs spreading
her thighs with his. He swallowed the last of the wine in my glass and wiped his
mouth with the back of his hand. He licked his lips with a momentary distant
look as if recalling the events in his mind to ensure that they were indeed
true. Then he continued with renewed passion at how at first the end of his cock
would not seem to fit but as he pushed harder his pre-cum lubricated his
entrance and her vaginal lips stretched to what seemed like their limits to
reluctantly accept him. He said after one thrust how easily he slid in and out
and how tight and wet she was. How as he came deep inside her she quivered and
let out a gasp, wrapping her legs around his back and gripping his shoulders as
her body tensed. Then as he pulled his softening penis from its cum filled
haven, another gasp escaped her lips and her hand clamped down between her legs,
her legs shutting tight, as if to stop its contents from getting out. His words
became distant as I fought to comprehend the events that had been lain so
descriptively before me. But reality returned with a jolt as he slapped me on
the arm and said "So she's all yours" I ran up the stairs two at a time, was I
mad? was I jealous? was I sorry? But I sure was horny. As I pushed back the door
the light from the hall filled the darkened room and there naked on the bed lay
Jessica. She looked so beautiful, her hair in disarray and her body glistening
with its thin gloss of perspiration. She opened her eyes, looking at me like a
little girl that has just found her long lost puppy, and she smiled. My heart
was racing and my groin aching. I guess the stranger was right, she was all
mine.
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