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By Gilglim (kwd@enteract.com)***

My wife, Becky, has always been a tease. She doesn't flirt with men... On the contrary, she ignores advances or gives a quick, cold glance and walks away if a guy gets too friendly. But she always dresses sexy, and she secretly loves it when people notice... Everybody notices, and with good reason.
Becky's Puerto Rican features make her tight outfits stand out, especially her beautiful, firm, round behind. Her perky nipples seem to poke out, no matter how thick the material of her top is. The thing that makes her stunning (as opposed to just good-looking) is her narrow waist that seems to exaggerate the rest of her features.
I often tease her about how sexy she dresses. She smiles and says that when she's sixty, she'll dress like she's sixty. Since she's twenty-four, she's going to dress like she's twenty-four. Despite the sexy looks and sassy attitude, my wife doesn't put out very often... and she's never cheated. We usually make love about once a month and she often stops my sexual advances. I guess she's like most women and just doesn't have the libido that men have.
I work in the commodities market, so most of my acquaintances are the type that wear suits and like to golf, but about twice a month a group of guys that I grew up with get together to play cards and drink beer, watch a porn flick or just hang-out on the stoop. I make more money than all three of them combined, so we usually meet at my place. I get to act blue-collar for the evening and we all have a good time. My wife says I'm a different person around them. She says I act too 'gritty'... like I've got to prove to my 'down and out' friends that my suit and tie hasn't sapped my machismo. Consequently she tries to avoid being home when this group of my friends meet at our place.
During one of our get togethers, my wife came up in conversation and Marcus made the same comment he always makes, "Damn, she's got a great ass!" Everyone chuckled.
Usually the conversation would turn to something else, but today everyone seemed to have a comment. I had grown used to Marcus saying something like that. He would even say shit like that when my wife was home and could hear it --thank god she was shopping that day. She would just give him a sharp, cold glare and walk out of the room if he said shit like that in front of her.
But it was unusual for everyone to join in and go on and on about it. Pete said, "She's got great tit's, too." Victor took it to the next level saying, "Man, I'd fuck the shit out of her if she wasn't married to Greg." Everyone laughed. I just smiled and listened to them describe her 'fuckable' body in greater and greater detail. This must have gone on for over fifteen minutes. When Victor turned and said, "Come-on, Greg, tell us what she's like in bed."
Marcus had just finished describing in great detail how -given the opportunity -he would "shoot spag all over Becky's face and watch it drip off her chin onto those perky little tits while she finished sucking my rod clean."
So I chuckled at Victor's query and said, "Sorry to spoil the moment guys, but Becky isn't as hot in bed as she looks... and she certainly doesn't act the way Marcus so eloquently described. The truth is that she's a prudish about sex. She's all looks and although she can be pretty good in bed on occasion... that occasion is fairly infrequent."
This sparked a round of protests. "I bet she loves to suck cock!"
"That's bullshit, man. I could make her pant like a bitch in heat."
"She'd bounce on my cock all night long, if she was mine."
I listened to them acting like a bunch of puffed up roosters and off-handedly said, "Whatever, you're all welcome to try, but don't blame me when she slaps you down like the snot nosed kids that you are."
I expected everyone to laugh and for that to be the end of it, but they all got quiet and mulled over what I had just said. Victor finally said, "You really mean that, huh? I'm going to hold you to that."
With all of the blue-collar machismo that I could muster I said, "You go right ahead man, but don't say I didn't warn you."
Pete quickly said, "If you're so sure, then you'll agree not to try to sabotage us, by lying to her about us or trying to stop us if she starts spreading those long legs for one of us. No offense, but nobody who dresses that sexy is a prude... and I intend to get some of that if you're offering it for the taking."
I had painted myself into a corner, and my pride wouldn't let me back down... besides I was nearly certain that any advances one of these guys made on my wife would be met with an open hand-slap to the mouth. So I said, "Have it your way. I won't need to tell lies. She barely gives-it-up for me... she certainly isn't going to put out for you guys. Hell, she makes plans to be away whenever you guys stop by, so that she can avoid you."
Instead of dissuading them with that last comment, it incited each of them to try harder. As the evening ended, Pete made a toast with the dregs of his bottle. "Here's to fucking Greg's wife!"
"I'll drink to that," replied Marcus.
"Whatever," I said smugly.

The next couple of times that we got together, the guys showed up early and stayed late trying to be around my wife. As she was leaving, the guys would whistle at her and make a big deal about how she looked, even if she wasn't dressed particularly sexy. She just gave them dirty looks and walked out. She got the same treatment when she got home. They didn't make any crude comments, just approving noises.
After a few months, two things happened. First, I came to the conclusion that the situation had finally blown over. Second, although I didn't notice at first, my wife was starting to dress sexier when she knew that the guys were stopping over. She was starting to like all of the attention that they were showing her. She used to wear stretch pants or tights, but now she was wearing miniskirts and short-shorts.
They were DEFINITELY more overt about staring at her... and she was starting to linger around the house a little longer before going out and coming home a little earlier in the evening. She would also find more reasons to walk through the dining room or living room (depending on whether we were playing cards or just hanging out). Sometimes she would even join us for a few minutes of conversation, while the guys openly stared directly at her chest, legs and ass.
None of this caught my attention because she always dresses sexy and she has always liked the attention that it brings her. But this was going further. She would find reasons to stand on tip-toes in the living room to get something off of the top shelf or bend over for a long time as she read the titles on the books on the bottom shelf of the bookcase... finally selecting one and walking out of the room with it. If she was wearing shorts, either one of these actions pulled her tight shorts sharply into her butt-crack and accentuated her firm, round rump.
If she was bending over, you could even see the material of her panties pressing into her slit. Her pussy crack looked great like that. Everyone in the room would gasp and she would act as though she didn't even notice. On one occasion, she was wearing sheer, translucent panties and did this, and the nearly clear panties pressed into her crotch and spread her pussy lips for all to see.
I nearly came in my pants at the sexy sight. Pete even uttered, "Oh my god!" under his breath. Becky couldn't suppress a smirk on her lovely lips as she finally stood up and walked out of the living room.
"I'm gonna fuck that when I get the chance," Marcus muttered loudly. I was concerned, because he said it loud enough for my wife to hear him from the next room.
"Damn! What's up with that?" asked Victor. "Your wife is many things, but she's NOT a prude."
"Keep it down, guys," I said. "You're gonna piss her off."
"You're full of shit," Pete snapped. "Your wife just showed us her pussy and she did it on purpose."
"I'm tellin' you," I said. "She likes to look sexy, but she's just a tease."
Our conversation hushed suddenly as Becky entered the room. "I'll be back around 9:00 O'clock, honey." She said to me. She bent over to give me a kiss on the cheek. Just then her eyes got big and she spun around and slapped Marcus' arm away from her ass. "Keep your hands to yourself, pervert!" Then she stomped out of the house.
Marcus looked like a kid who'd just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Pete and Victor were giving him high-fives.
All I said was, "I told you."
Marcus snickered to himself, "Yeah, she hit me like you said she would, but I know something you don't... Your prudish wife was sloppy wet. She really must get-off on us looking her over and talking about her when she's in the next room."
We didn't talk about it anymore that night, but as far as Pete and Victor were concerned, Marcus was the hero of the day.

Marcus had started a new routine that day. From then on, Becky would hang around the house for about a half-hour after the guys had arrived before going out. One or two of the guys would do something like pat her on the ass as she walked by and she would smack their hand away. As she bent over to kiss me, the guy nearest her would try to rub her ass through her shorts or reach up under her skirt and she would smack them away again. She would say something like, "Your friends are pigs!" or "You guys act like you're 13 years old."
Despite all this, my prudish wife kept dressing sexy when the guys dropped by. She started going to a women's exercise class at our health club and she would wear a French cut exercise leotard to class. Of course she strutted around the house in it before class. Marcus tugged the back of her leotard upward momentarily turning it into a thong. As usual, Becky swatted him... curiously, she left the leotard where it was, showing off the world's most beautiful ass for another 20 minutes before leaving for her class.

It took about two months, but my Becky's protests gradually subsided. What had once been slaps had turned into playful swats. When she said, "Your friends are pigs," there was almost an endearing quality in her voice.
One day she gave me a longer than usual goodbye kiss. What made it longer was that she didn't immediately swing around and rebuff the guy that was rubbing her nearly bare behind (she was wearing her leotard). She stood up and said to me, "Aren't you ever going to do anything to stop these guys from feeling me up all the time?"
"I, ah...." before I could answer, Victor interjected. " He told us it was alright. Greg, here, says we can do whatever you'll let us get away with."
"I didn't say it like that!" I protested.
My lack of direct denial clearly pissed-off Becky. "What an asshole!" she sputtered at me. "You think you can pass me around to your friends like a toy." She stormed out of the house.
"Thanks a lot, Victor!" I muttered.
The guys left early that night. When Becky got home, she acted like nothing had happened. However, things changed rapidly after that.
Over the next two weeks Becky radically reduced the amount of resistance she gave the guys during their visits. They could rub her ass when she walked by without even getting a nasty look. Her sexy outfits also got bolder. She would walk through the house in a big tee shirt and a pair of panties that would come into view if she happened to bend over or reach for something on an upper shelf.
I never saw her let them do anything more aggressive than rub her ass as she walked by or as she was kissing me goodbye, but I started to suspect that the guys got pushier when I wasn't the room.
For example, one time I left for the bathroom and Becky wasn't in the room. When I returned, she was standing between Victor and Marcus who were seated at the table. She had her back to me and she was looking down towards her crotch, with her feet about a foot and half apart. Victor and Marcus each had one hand firmly planted on her ass and were looking at Becky's crotch. She had her right hand on Marcus' shoulder and pushed him away when she noticed I had walked into the room.
As an afterthought, Becky called Marcus a "pig" and walked out of the room. I suspected that Marcus' other hand might have been reaching up the front of her tee shirt. The guys were all grins and Becky looked more embarrassed then mad.
Another time, Becky was wearing a mini-skirt, which the guys kept trying to pull up when she walked past the table. I was trying to focus on the card game and Becky stood at the other end of the table next to Pete as if to watch his poker-hand. The table blocked my view below Becky's skirt-line, but I could tell that her mini-skirt was bunched up around her thighs. Pete held his cards in one hand and I suspected the other was under Becky's skirt. Victor, who could see what was going on, had a grin on his face.
I won several hands in a row and seemed to be the only person at the table concentrating on the game. Finally Becky straightened her skirt and gave me the usual goodbye kiss before going shopping.
The goodbye kiss had turned into another excuse for the person closest to her to grab her ass or reach under her skirt. She had started to draw out these goodbye kisses. Until they were more like a make-out session. While I kissed my wife I suspected that one of the other guys was taking his time feeling up my wife. Over time it became clear that some of them were finger-fucking her.
This bothered me for a while, but I got used to it and it was a bit of a turn-on for me. Besides, our sex life was improving, especially the nights that the guys had been over.

Once the pretense that I didn't know what was going on had worn away, my wife started staying home when the guys were over. For a while she still tried to keep things out of my sight... even if it was just hidden by the table, but everyone knew that I knew what was going on. She would stand next to someone at the card table and get felt-up. If I went to the bathroom, I could tell that something raunchier had been going on while I was away. Becky would be straightening her clothes getting up from sitting on someone's lap.
My bitchy little wife was turning into a little slut before my eyes.
The first time that she let someone do this in front of me I was surprised. It looked so much slutier than it had seemed when it was left to my imagination. She stood between Victor and I. While the game went on his hand slipped under her mini-skirt. He rubbed her luscious ass for a few minutes and then he slowly, almost absentmindedly, finger-fuck her for a few minutes.
I couldn't help but keep glancing over. Victor and I made eye contact as I snatched a glance. He winked at me and pulled my wife's skirt up so I could get a better view of what he was doing to her. He had a big grin as he turned back to his cards and clearly relished the feeling of finger-fucking my wife while I watched.
Becky helped-out by gathering up the cards after each hand. She would bend over the table and gather up the deck and pass it to the next dealer. The first time she did this after Victor hiked up her skirt, I got an eyeful. He had two fingers buried to the hilt in her very swollen, sopping wet pussy. She spread her legs another six inches apart and lay across the table for a moment or two, as if to give me a better view. When she stood up again, she grinned in my direction and said, "Having a good time, honey?" Everyone chuckled.
While I watched, Victor pulled Becky's panties off and threw them into the pot. "Winner of this hand gets the panties." He chortled.
"I hope you win them, Marcus," Becky said. Everyone laughed at that.
Peter won the hand. And as he scooped the cash and prize towards him he said, "Next hand wins her blouse." Becky unbuttoned her blouse and threw it into the pot as everyone anteed-up.
After a few more hands, my Becky was completely naked and still getting finger-fucked by Victor. God what a sight, her perfect body standing nude and being felt up by one of the guys while the rest watched. I was so aroused I thought I might mess my pants at any moment.
After the next had the card game came to an end. Marcus looked at Becky lecherously and said, "Come over here and sit on my lap baby." He was at the other end of the table from me and the table blocked my view of his lap, but there was no mistaking what he had in mind as I heard the distinct sound of a zipper.
Becky smiled over her shoulder at me as she pulled away from Victor and went to the other end of the table. She straddled Marcus' lap, facing away from him and her eyes closed as she lowered herself onto him. My other two friends stood up and walked over to get a better view. Marcus helped-out by standing up and bending Becky over the table, fucking her with long pounding strokes.
Becky gripped the edges of the table for support and moaned like a whore. Marcus finished quickly and was immediately replaced by Victor, while Pete complained that he hadn't gotten a chance to touch her all night. Victor was done in a few minutes and Pete took his turn.
Everyone ignored me as I went to the bathroom and took a piss. When I returned, Marcus was fucking her again and Becky was clearly close to orgasm. "Don't you dare stop!" she muttered under her breath. Marcus quickened the pace and Becky let out a series of familiar gasps.
I cleared my throat and everyone looked up at me. "It's getting late," I said.
Everyone grabbed their cash and prizes and left. I fully expected Becky and I to have a long heart-to-heart discussion that would bring an end to all of this. Instead, Becky said, "That was a blast, I can't wait 'til the 14th." She left the room for me to clean up and took a shower.

On the 14th, the guys showed up earlier than usual. Marcus had a couple of porn flicks with him and Becky acted as hostess, delivering drinks to everyone. She was wearing a miniskirt again and hands were underneath it whenever she was within arm's reach of someone. Marcus had brought a friend, Dan, with him that I didn't know. Marcus didn't even introduce us, but within 15 minutes, this guy had his hands under my wife's skirt. Becky wasn't shy.
She paused for him and held the hem up so that he could see what he was doing. The movie had been on for about 20 minutes but more eyes were on Becky than on the movie.
Marcus unzipped his pants and said, "How 'bout a blow job, Becky." Becky winked at me and turned to kneel at Marcus' feet. About 5 minutes later Marcus had shot his spag all over Becky's face and was watching the cum drip off her chin onto her perky tits while she finished sucking his rod clean.
Everyone got a blowjob that night, including me. The guys treated Becky like a fuck-doll. She didn't seem to mind at all.
Ever since then, the guys seem to stop by to visit Becky more than to visit me. I cancelled once, due to an out-of-town business trip, but I suspect that they came over that day anyway.
Things got out-of-hand one night and I had to ask the guys to only bring one friend each per visit. There were at least 25 guys in the house that night (it was hard to tell because they kept coming and going and nobody bothered to introduce any of them to me). Becky was such a mess by the end of that evening; that I'm certain she serviced them all.
The only reason I put up with all of this is that the sex for the rest of the week is great...