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By Sally Tart (Sallydysf@yahoo.com) Quick Edit by AB-2004


My name is Mindy, I’m married to John. John and I have been married for 11 years. We are both 29 years old. This story I’m about to tell you took place 4 years ago when we were 25.

John was the man that took my cherry when I was 17 and in High School. That happened in the back seat of his Fathers car out by the lake. I had been out with a few boys before John but none of them got too far with me.

My first real puppy love was Terry. I let him play with my then young breasts and he was the first boy to touch my vagina. For that matter once he was playing with me as we were making out. I didn’t know what was happening to my body. I know now that I was about to have my first orgasm with Terry. But I made him stop when my body started responding in this new way. Terry stole a car not long after that and he ended up going away to boy’s school. That was the end of our relationship. I then started dating my now husband John.

Now a little about myself. I’m not real tall, only 5’1" and 101 lbs., my measurements are 34C-24-34. Let’s see what do I look like? I have blonde hair and have been told that I resemble Heather Locklear. I don’t see that myself, but that’s what people tell me. Now John keeps himself in great shape. He works out every day and looks very hot if you ask me. So together we make a very nice looking couple.

A few years into our marriage John started bringing these men's magazines into our home. You know the ones, Playboy, Penthouse, Gallery and some others. At first I was upset about these magazines. I felt like he liked looking at other women over me. But John assured me that I was the only woman for him. Sure he looked at the girls in these magazines but none of them held a candle to me, he would say. He knew just what to say to smooth me over.

Anyway John said he got them for the stories. He couldn’t believe all the things that guys got their wives to do. I told him they are not true stories, just some perverts writing them. In any case John would read them stories for hours on end.


One day I was home alone and picked up one of his magazines to read what had him so engrossed all of the time. The first one I read was about some guy that liked for his wife to go out and screw other guys. Then come home and have sex with him with the other mans sperm still inside her. I was thinking how sick this was and how could any guy enjoy something like this?

I went on to the next story. It was along the same lines, wife getting fucked and her husband going nuts about it. The way some of the stories worded what was happening was starting to get to me. I don’t know why but I slipped off my shorts and started rubbing my pussy right through my little red bikini panties.

I’ve never masturbated a lot in my 25 years but this story was getting to me big time. I got the crotch of my little panties super wet. Without even thinking about it I slipped my hand under the waistband of my panties, my fingers ran down over my clean shaven mound to my wet slit. I ran my middle finger up and down my pussy slit a few times making it very wet. I then started rubbing my hard clitoris with my index and middle fingers. I put the magazine down, closed my eyes and made up my own story in my head.

My mind played out this story in my head:

I was having sex with my brother in-law in his bedroom. It was hot and sweaty and after we both came he left the room leaving me flat on my back in the middle of his rumpled bed with his cum running out of me. Then John came into the room and climbed between my legs. He slipped his rock-hard cock in my cummy pussy and moaned how good it felt with his brother's cum inside me.

As I played this out in my head I had this great orgasm.

Well, I was hooked now. I would read some of the stories over and over again. I didn’t let John know that his sweet little wife was reading his books and getting herself off sometimes three times a day. I was now happy when I would see him bring a new magazine home with him.

As time went on one night we were laying in bed reading. I was reading my People magazine and John one of his men's magazines. I looked down and saw he was sporting a big hard-on in his boxers. I wrapped my fingers around his hard cock and asked him if the story he was reading was that good?

He moaned, "Yes."

"What’s it about?" I asked.

He said, "It’s about some guy's wife taking turns fucking her husband and then his friend in the same bed."

As I stroked his cock I said, "Oh, so that stuff really turns you on doesn’t it?"

John moaned, "Mmmm, yes."

Stroking his cock faster and keeping the game going I then said, "Would you like to watch me screw one of your friends?"

Closing his eyes and laying his head back on the pillow John moaned, "Mmmm, oh yes, that would be so sexy."

On the one hand I was half-angry and on the other half turned-on to hear my husband say that. I then asked, "So you would like to feel another man's sperm inside my pussy, would you?"

John moaned out, "OH GOD YES!" His hard cock jerked in my hand and sperm came flying out. A big wad of cum landed on his belly and as I milked more out it run over my fingers as I kept jacking him off.

Once I had him milked dry I asked him in an angry tone, "So who would you like to see fuck me? He knew that from the tone of my voice I wasn’t happy.

John said, "Oh honey, I would never let some guy fuck you. And I wouldn’t like to see that. It’s just a fantasy thing. You know a guy thing."

I looked at him and said, "A guy thing? What's that? I don’t have a fantasy of seeing you fuck other girls."

He tried to hug me but I pushed him away and told him to go clean up his fantasy cum and leave me alone. I let him go to sleep that night thinking I was mad at him. I for sure didn’t let him know that I was just as turned-on about the idea as he was.


The next morning I woke up dreaming about sex with strange men. My hips were moving up to meet my dream lover as I moaned out that I was cumming. As my orgasm flashed through my body I opened my eyes to see that John had the crotch of my little black lace panties pulled to the side and was sucking on my hard clit. I held his head in my hands, rolled my hips up to his mouth and groaned, "OH GOD YESSSSS I’M CUMMINGGGGG!!"

Finally my orgasm came to an end as John kept licking my pussy from top to bottom. When he stopped licking, he said, "What were you dreaming about young lady?"

I lied and said nothing, that it was what he'd done and that it just felt so good.

John laughed and said, "Bullshit. Is that why you moaned out, 'oh god fuck me Tom' before you woke up? Tom who? What Tom were you dreaming about?"

Well it was time for the truth so I said in a very low voice, "Your brother. I was dreaming that your brother was screwing me. Don’t ask me why, it just came to me in my sleep."

John smiled and said, "See, you're just like me. Is it so bad to have a fantasy?" he asked as he was moving up over the top of me.

I said, "Well, maybe not, as long as it’s just a fantasy. I would never really want have sex with your brother."

"I would hope not! But you can always pretend like you’re having sex with Tom if you want. Just close your eyes and think that Tom is sliding his hard cock in you right now." John lined his cock up to the entrance of my very wet pussy and pushed just the head inside me. I moaned, "Mmmmmm yes."

John then said, "Why don’t you tell Tom what you would like him to do to you?"

I closed my eyes and played right into his hand. I moaned, "Oh god Tom, fuck me, please fuck me."

John pushed is hard cock deep inside me and said, "Does Tom's cock feel good deep inside your pussy?"

"OH GOD YES!" I moaned out as I pushed up to meet his thrusts.

John started pump his hard cock in my wet pussy fast and hard. He then whispered in my ear, "Would you like Tom to cum inside you?"

Pumping up to him I moaned, "Yes, YES! Cum with me, cum in me. YES! YES! Give me your cum."

John was now pumping in and out of me at full speed. He was fucking me like he had years ago. I was going out of my mind under him as I tried to keep in time with him. All this time my orgasm was building deep inside me.

Then John pushed deep into me and moaned out, "Oh God! I’m going to cum in my brother's wife!"

That did it for me as I pushed up to John's jerking cock. His sperm was squirting deep into me as I moaned very loud, "OH YES TOM! FILL ME WITH YOUR HOT CUM!" My orgasm took over my body as I milked John's cock with my spasming pussy, imagining that it was his brother Tom cumming deep inside of me.


Well, that was the real start of our roll playing. From that morning on we would read sexy stories together then play them out in the bedroom. John even went so far as to get some sex toys to add to our fun. One of our favorites is this rubber-vibrating dildo. It’s over a foot long and a little bigger around than a D battery. It is dark brown and looks just like a real black man's penis. Not that I’ve seen any in real life, mined you. John used that thing on me and we acted like I was getting fucked by a black man then John would have his turn with me. Our sex lives just kept getting better and better.

It was right around this time that we started thinking about having children. With me being 25 it was about time to start a family. So the birth control pills went in the trash. Each time we made love I was always hopping that this would be the time his little sperms would make their way to my eggs. And you know what they say. If at first you don’t succeed keep on trying until you do succeed. We tried a lot and a lot more.

But after a year or so of no luck in the baby department I started thinking that something wrong with me. After a few trips to the Doctor and a ton of test she told me that I was fine. She said to have John come in and have some test done. I told John this and he got mad and said bullshit, he was fine, and that we’d just keep trying.

It was also around this time that our sex lives became a little wilder.

We were having a "cook out slash pool party" in our backyard one afternoon. Being the hostess I wouldn’t have time to play in the pool so I didn’t dress in my bikini. I just slipped on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. After getting dressed as I was coming out of the bedroom John stopped me.

"Why don’t we tease the guys at the party a little today?" he said.

"Tease them like how!" I asked.

"I don’t know, maybe you could wear a mini skirt with no panties and flash our male guests from time to time."

I looked at him and said, "Yeah, keep dreaming big boy. That’s not going to happen."

John started playing with my left breast and said, "Well then, how about you go braless today? It would really turn me on to see the guys checking out your great set of tits. You have nice tits, what would it hurt teasing them a little?"

I said, "Are you kidding me? It would turn you on to see guys checking out my boobs?"

"Hell yes it would," John replied. "Will you do it for me baby?"

I smiled at him and said, "Okay love. If it'll make you that happy, why not."

I went back in the bedroom and removed my shirt and bra. With the bra gone I put the white tee shirt back on. The A/C in the house was really low and the cool air had my nipples sticking out a good inch. My breasts stand up real nice with out a bra with just a little sag. They just bounce all around like water balloons when I walk. Plus I had to be careful when I bent over. My V neck tee shirt would give anybody looking a good view of my breasts down the front of my shirt.

I went in the kitchen and started getting things together for our guest due in a few hours.

John came in and said, "Now that’s what I’m talking about." He came over to me and started playing with my breasts right through my shirt. He had been out cleaning the grill.

I pushed him away and said, "Stop it, you’re all dirty."

As he was walking back outside he said, "The guys are going to love your hard nipples. They’ll all be wishing they could suck on them."

I just hoped the wives and girls didn’t think I was acting too sluttish by letting my boobs bounce all over in front of their husbands and boyfriends.


Our party was in full swing by early evening. Everybody seemed to be having fun and the beer was flowing like water. John and I are not big drinkers so we had to pace ourselves. The guests were drinking the stuff like it was the last day they were going to get any. Myself, just three beers and I’m out of it. John always says I’m a very cheep date. But then, all he can do a six pack and he’s drunk.

So after two beers I started drinking the punch. I wasn’t sure how many John had had. Then I was in the kitchen getting more buns out and one of John’s friends named Mark came in. "Shit Mindy, is it cold in here or are you just happy to see me?"

I looked at him and said, "What are you talking about?" Thinking he was drunk and just not making sense.

Mark laughed and pointed at my chest and said, "Your nipples are really sticking out. Not that that's a bad thing. I like it. I was just asking if you’re horny or cold, that’s all?"

I turned a real dark shade of red as I turn way from him and said, "Mark your crazy." But Mark moved up behind me and said, "Don’t be mad at me. I was just hoping that I turned you on and that what was making your nipples so hard."

I knew I shouldn’t be talking to Mark about the state of my nipples so I just said, "Mark I think you’ve had a little too much to drink. Maybe you should go back out by the pool."

He put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around facing him, "Would you mind if I give one of your nipples a kiss first?"

I was just about to go running for John, when he came in the door and said, "Where’s those buns?" I took the opportunity to follow John back outside with the buns in my hand, leaving Mark in the kitchen alone.

As we walked back out I thanked him, "You just saved me from being raped in the kitchen."

"How’s that?" he asked.

"I’ll tell ya later," I told him.


So after the party was over and things were all cleaned up I headed for bed. I had just taken my shirt off when John walked in the bedroom. He walked up behind me and cupped my breasts in his hands.

As he was rolling my hard nipples around he said, "Your tits were a big hit today."

"A big hit in what way?" I asked.

He said he was in the pool floating around and floated over by a group of guys standing next to the pool. They were talking about how nice your tits looked. They were hoping that you would get pushed in the pool so they could get a good look at your hard nipples. He said this gave him an instant hard-on hearing them talk like that.

When I told him what had happened in the kitchen and John went nuts. He picked me up and dropped me on the bed. "Why didn’t you let Mark kiss your nipple?"

I hit him on the arm and said, "Yeah, right! If I did that he'd tell all your friends and the guys would be lined up. I’m sure you'd like all your friends kissing your wife's nipples."

John had my shorts and panties off in record time. And just as fast he was on top of me and between my legs. As he was slipping his hard cock inside me he asked, "Do you think you would have liked for Mark sucking on your nipples?"

As John shoved into me I just moaned, "Mmmmm, maybe."

"Next time, will you let him kiss them?"

As I hooked my legs around John’s hips and pushed up to him I moaned out, "Mmmmm yes, next time."

That statement made John into a wild man. He started pumping into me hard and fast. I don’t recall him ever screwing me as hard and as fast as he was right then. And feel good, wow, it felt great!

I had no idea that this little boob show that I put on that day would make us both so horny. We didn’t have sex that night we fucked. In fact, we fucked almost all night. John just kept going forever that night. I’m not sure how many orgasms I ended up having that night.


The next morning after a long slow wake up screw John told me he had a plan for our next party.

His plan was as follows:

It didn’t have to be a party it could be any get together. He wanted me to dress a little sexier and do a little teasing. He would have a few drinks and act like he was really drunk and falling asleep in a chair near me. I could lead some guy on as he watches though slitted eyes. If the guy whoever might be started getting too out of my control John could wake up and look around like he didn’t know what was going on, putting a stop to any action going on.

I said, "You're asking me to act like a slut with one of your friends?"

"It could be anybody," John replied. "It doesn’t have to be one of my friends. It could be just some guy that you find attractive, it doesn’t matter who. After all you're not going to be doing anything but teasing him."

"And just how far would I go with this person?" I asked.

"Just as far as you want. If he starts thinking that he’s going to get into your panties, I’ll wake up and save you. Then I’ll be the one getting in your panties later. You know how good that'll be."

I told John that he was nuts and that it was a bad thing to do to some poor guy.

He laughed and said, Fuck he’ll have hands to take care of himself later. And guys like being teased. Then after we're done with him we can go take care of each other. What ya think?"

I smiled and said, "I think I’ll need a few drinks to do this, but what the hell, sounds like it could be fun."

John hugged me and said, "Maybe we could try something next weekend."

I gave him a hug and kiss back and said, "I’m sure you'll think of something."


Well the next Saturday John came in from doing his yard work and asked if I would like to go for dinner later on and then stop by Mo-Joes for a drink?

Mo-Joes is a dive bar that a lot of his friends hang out at on the weekends. "Why that shit hole?" I asked.

John came up to me and took me in his arms. Squeezing my ass with both his hands he said, "I was thinking we could try teasing someone tonight, if you’re up to it? And that would be a good place to find someone we know."

"You want me to tease someone we know, out in public like that?"

"Oh no," John said. "We'll get whoever it is to come back to the house with us. That way we’ll have control over what happens. And other people won't get the wrong idea about you being some kind of slut housewife."

I felt a little better after hearing that, but I still wasn’t 100% sure about what we were getting into. This was going to be a first for me playing a slut housewife with some other man. But the idea of doing it had my nipples hard and I was soaking wet.

A few hours later after a shower I asked John what he would like me to wear?

John just smiled and said, "You pick out your outfit, just make it a skirt or dress, okay?"

I said, "Okay, but it’s not going to be too dressy, seeing how we are going to Mo-Joes."

John laughed, "You're right, you might get your clothes dirty just sitting on the barstools in that place."

As I was fixing my hair John dressed in some nice jeans and a dress shirt. After he was dressed he left the bedroom leaving me alone to get dressed.

First I slipped on a little pair of power blue Frenchcut bikini panties. They are very sheer and see-through both front and back. Next I put on my Victoria’s Secret matching push-up bra. It is also very sheer and seethrough. You could see my dark nipples right through the lace front. Next I rolled on a pair of lace topped suntan colored thigh-high stockings. They came up just an inch or so below my crotch making it easy to wear a shorter skirt or dress that I knew John would like. I wasn’t sure what skirt or dress I should wear.

As I was looking through my closet I came across my little blue and light blue plaid Catholic Schoolgirl skirt. I comes down about mid-thigh with pleats that flare out making it look shorter than it is. I’m thinking this will do, John loves me in this skirt. I stepped in the skirt and pulled it up my legs. I zipped up the back then checked myself out in the mirror. Oh my goodness this skirt looks really short, oh well.

I then picked out this white long-sleeved front button shirt. I buttoned up the middle of the shirt. Then tied the bottom of it in a knot right below my breast. This left my tan midriff fully exposed for everyone to see. And the fact that my push up bra was pushing my breast up and out I was showing a lot of cleavage.

I slipped on a pair of sexy 4-inch heel ankle strap sandals. I was happy with what I seen in the mirror as I checked myself out one more time. I did my make-up and went to meet John in the living room.

When I walked into the living room John’s mouth fell open as he glared at me. "Holy fuck! Do you look hot!" was the first thing he said. "Turn around and let me see all of you."

I did a full turn around as John walked up to me. Standing right in front of me he ran his hands up the back of my legs. Right on up under my short skirt until he had my panty cover ass cheeks in his hands. As he was squeezing my ass cheeks he said, "Do you have to wear these panties?"

I gave him a kiss and said, "Yes I do, sorry but this girl wears panties when she goes out."

John said, "Okay if you have to." He then stepped back and took hold of the hem of my little skirt and pulled it way up. Totally exposing my sexy little powder blue panties and lace stocking tops to him. "Mmmm yes, we're going to have some fun tonight."

I pushed my skirt down and said, "Don’t wrinkle me up," as I stepped away from him. Picking up my handbag I asked, "So, are we ready to go?"


After dinner, as we walked into Mo-Joes we both about fell over from the stink of old cigarette smoke, booze and body odor. Through the haze in the place we saw the only place to sit was two stools at the bar so we made our way to the bar. I felt like a hooker on display the way all the men in the place were checking me out.

We ordered a drink and sat talking to each other. Then about ten minutes later one of John's friends whose name is Paul, came up to us slapping him on the back. Paul said, "Shit man, did you pick up this sexy young thing in here tonight?" Laughing he then said, "Hi Mindy how are you? You look nice tonight."

I could see his eyes roaming from my breasts to my legs, never quite looking me in the eyes.

John and I both turn around to face Paul as we continued our conversation. Not only were Paul’s eyes stuck on my legs and breasts. The guy sitting next to me at the bar was eyeing me from top to bottom. I could feel his eyes undressing me.

Paul talked to us for a half-hour or so before he said he had to get going. We said our good-byes and he left. When he'd left John asked, "What did you think about Paul?"

I smiled and said, "Not my type."

About that time the guy sitting next to me asked if he could buy my boyfriend and me a drink?

Surprised by this I smiled and said, "Sure, thank you and he’s my husband."

He introduced himself as Larry. We shook hands and did the cheer's thing with out drinks. Turns out Larry is an over the road truck driver from California. He was just in town for the night and was headed back to the west coast once he unloaded his load of tomatoes in the morning.

He was pretty good-looking in a rough sort of way, maybe ten years older than John. I could see a wedding band on his left hand. I asked if he as married.

"Yep, 15 years with the same old girl," he replied.

John asked him, "Were do you sleep at, when your on the road?"

Larry said, "Well most times I sleep in my truck. It has a big sleeper bed in it. But this trip my truck is in the shop so I have a loaner. It doesn’t have a sleeper so I've been doing the motel thing." Larry added, "I got screwed tonight, that’s why I’m here."

"Why is that?" I asked.

"I got into town late and the two motels hear about are sold out. So I have to sleep over the steering wheel in the truck. You don’t get much sleep like that but oh well I’ll get by."

John saw this as a big opening to his plan. I could just see the light go on over his head.

After on more drink I was starting to feel it. Then John said, "Hell Larry, you seem like a nice guy. We have an extra bedroom at our house. You’re welcome to it if you would like."

The three drinks that I had had made Larry look pretty good. As I saw him eyeing me up he said, "You're sure you wouldn’t mind?"

John answered for both of us, "Hell no, we don’t mind. I’m getting a little sleepy myself and I’m about ready to get out of here. How about you honey?"

I looked at him and knew right where this was going and said, "Yes I’m getting pooped myself plus I’m getting drunk."

We all laughed and John said, "Okay it’s a deal lets get out of here."

Larry said he couldn't take his truck on the side streets. "Should I ride with you; will you give me a ride back in the morning?"

John said, "Oh sure, no problem."

As we walked out of Mo-Joes Larry said he needed to get his shaving kit out of his truck.

I then asked if I could see the inside of his truck, "I’ve never seen the inside of a semi before."

Larry said, "Sure, come on, I'll give you the 10-cent tour."

Once the three of us got up along side his big truck he opened the driver’s door and said, "Go ahead and check it out."

I had to climb up on these like steps and a ladder just to get up to the doorway to get in the seat. I glanced back down to see both John and Larry enjoying the view up my skirt of my panty-clad ass. I felt myself getting wet as I stood up there looking in the truck knowing they were looking right up under my skirt. I didn’t know if I was leaving a wet spot in my panties or not. It sure felt like I was.

Larry then said, "While you're up there can you grab my bag right next to the shifter?"

I saw his bag and had to bend way over the driver seat to reach it. I knew this would send my little skirt up high over my blue panties. It also gave them a good view of my lace top stockings. I was making myself so horny showing off for this stranger and John. If it weren’t for those three drinks I would never have had the nerve to do this.

As I was climbing back down, the heel on one foot slipped. Larry was fast to grab me from the back just under my arms. His fingers came to rest on my breasts as he held me until both my feet touched the ground.

I thanked him as we headed for the car.