A Wife Watchers Tale Ch. 01

Warning: The principal themes of this story are wife watching, cuckoldry, submissiveness and some minor bi-sexual elements. If these themes upset you or you think that they are in-appropriate, then I urge you not to read it.

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This story is based upon a series of actual events over a period of years. Some parts are absolutely true and others partly fictional, It is left it to the reader to make up his or her own mind which.

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Keith finds something unexpected about himself

Keith was born in London, from a middle class family and with a somewhat sheltered background. He had done well at school, but decided not to go on to university and trained as an engineer. He was reasonably good looking, tall and athletic, playing active Rugby and had represented his school in middle distance running.

He had several girlfriends, but this was at a time when few young people were sexually liberated, in fact many only married for sex. His experience was limited to some kisses and fumbles in the back row of the cinema. Wanting to break loose from this rather restricted society and find adventure, he gave up his job and volunteered for the Royal Air Force

Keith was just eighteen and waiting for his first air force posting when he first met Delia at a local dance in north London. She was petite and very pretty with a delightful figure and truly blond hair. After a few dances, it was clear that the attraction was mutual and they agreed to meet to go swimming, with friends, the following day.

At the pool, they had the chance to admire her figure close up. Although she wore a one-piece costume, it was thin and clingy and accentuated her well-rounded bottom and pert breasts, which were bigger than he had noticed the previous evening. When she came out of the pool, the cold water had caused her nipples to harden and point deliciously through the material.

She was the youngest of a family of three daughters and her next sister, who was also a stunner, was a dancer at a theatre in town. Her close friend Joan confided to Keith that Delia had, surprisingly, not had a regular boyfriend and was rather old fashioned in her dress and ways. Apparently this was because her mother, who also worked in the theatre, was very strict with her girls.

They started going out together and when Keith made his first tentative advances, he was most surprised to find that, unlike his previous encounters with girls, she seemed to make little or no resistance.

One evening, they walked through the local park and stopped in the half-light on a secluded bench. She was wearing a dark, two-piece linen suit with a crisp white blouse and the high-heeled, black patent leather shoes that he liked so much. Because she was only 5ft 2in she always wore very high heels.

As they kissed, he was very surprised that she did not protest, when he undid the jacket and the buttons on her blouse and stroked her firm tits. Much to his surprise, her bra was made of a thin mesh material and two criss-cross cuts had been made with scissors, allowing her nipples to push thorough.

The erotic effect on him was immediate and he pulled the cut edges of the material open to be able to suck and pinch the hard and erect teats. She merely sighed as he slipped his hand up her skirt, to find that her panties were of the same mesh material and as his fingers sought her pussy, he found them wet and creamy with her juices. She allowed him no more than that, but when they had calmed down a little, she told him that her underwear was from her sisters' stage clothes, and that she had worn them to tease him.

Their meetings continued this passionate beginning, but didn't lead to him being allowed to make love to her; it was his first experience and he was unsure how to go on. At the time, he was still living at home and his parents were going to be away for a long weekend, so they planned to be together. One the Saturday they kissed and petted, but she continued to stop Keith going the whole way, although she promised something special for the Sunday.

She said that she would find her way home on Saturday night but took his door key with her. On Sunday morning, he half awoke to find her standing stark naked beside the bed and as she slipped in beside him, he would never forget the feeling of her really cold arse pressed up against his warm nude body. That first glorious fuck was followed by more at every chance over the next few weeks, until he was finally posted away.

There was no chance of leave during that first training period, and when he did get home for a long weekend before being sent for technical training, they only managed some quick couplings in the car. Delia also seemed somewhat remote but didn't explain why. He was soon to find out!

He was training in Hampshire when he received a letter from Delia's mother telling him that she was pregnant and demanding that they married at the first available opportunity. In their innocence, they had only made half-hearted attempts at birth control and although he was devastated, he should not have been surprised.

Things are different now, but in the moral climate of the time there was no choice, and so a hasty marriage was arranged during the ten days embarkation leave before his posting to Egypt. They borrowed a caravan in Brighton for the honeymoon and spent nearly the whole time in bed.

Something strange happened during that time which, on reflection, was a portent of things to come. The caravan site was on the sloping side of a valley, just outside the town, so that the next caravan overlooked theirs. A friendly middle-aged couple were on holiday there and they invited Delia and Keith in for a drink. It was evening and they had left the lights on and as they sat in their neighbour's lounge, Keith looked down and saw that there was a clear view directly into their bedroom.

Harry, the husband, was sitting opposite him and as he looked too, Keith just smiled at him knowingly. Later on, back in their caravan he looked out and saw Harry clearly sitting at the window. Delia was wearing an off the shoulder sundress which fastened at the back and as he brought her into the bedroom, he stood her with her back to the window. Keith kissed her and as he did so, he unzipped the dress and slipped it down, knowing that all she was wearing underneath was a brief pair of lacy white panties.

She appeared not to notice that the curtains were still open and made no protest as he knelt and slowly pulled her panties down. From his kneeling position he could see Harry watching intently, only a few yards away, as he pushed for her to open her legs. He cupped the gorgeous globes of her arse in his hands and pulled them open to reveal her juicy cunt. The gently swelling belly of her pregnancy made the situation even more erotic and his swollen erection was painfully constrained.

Unable to contain myself any longer, he pulled her over to the sofa bed and although no longer in Harry's view, entered her forcefully and with only a few strokes achieved a massive orgasm, with spurt after spurt of youthful spunk. Delia suddenly realised that the curtains were still open and accused him of deliberately exposing her to view, without knowing that Harry had been watching. However, the eroticism of the situation and his obvious enjoyment calmed her objections and afterwards, as they played, they relived the moment to their mutual satisfaction.

Later, as Keith masturbated and enjoyed the memory, he surmised that this relatively minor erotic act was the beginning of his increasing fantasy of Delia with other men.

A few days later, he embarked for Port Said and the next few months passed, with him busy and absorbed by a new and challenging environment, and Delia with the birth of their daughter. In those days no telephonic contact was possible and letters, taking 10 days or so, were the only form of communication.

Keith's fantasies increasingly involved various situations where Delia would become involved in new erotic adventures and, once the baby was a few months old, he couldn't resist introducing these ideas into his letters, and using more and more explicit sexual language. At first Delia responded by trying to comfort him, saying how the time would soon pass, how Keith was the only man that she wanted and that she would be true to him.

However, at one point she wrote to say that she had read his latest letter at breakfast with her parents, and the open sexual descriptions of her being fucked by other men caused her to become hot and faint, with the honey from her pussy soaking her panties and running down her legs. She had to swiftly excuse herself, and in the bedroom, stroked and teased her cunt and clitoris until she came to orgasm, with the throbbing sensations that she so missed.

Her close friend, Joan and husband, Tony had been pestering her to go out with their friends and not stay in so much, and had invited her to a party with some of Keith's old rugby mates present. After that morning, she had decided that although she was not going to give in to another man, in view of his pressure upon her, it would do no harm to flirt and play a little. Her subsequent letter, with it's first revelations, sent him into floods of desire and excitement, and he could hardly keep his erections down long enough to work on the squadron.

Dearest Keith,

It has been so long since we were together and I miss you so much, not only to be together as a family in a normal life but also to sleep and make love together day and night, as we did before you went away. I have been so very lonely and Joan and Tony have been pressing me so much to go out that I agreed to go to their party with the rugby crowd. I know that you wanted this, and that you wouldn't mind, provided I told you all about it.

Joan suggested that I go to their house early for a drink before the party, so I got myself ready in the afternoon. After a long soak in the bath, I put on the red bra, panty and garter set that you bought for me with tan stockings. I wore my lemon party dress because the weather was very warm, but the slip that I normally wear with it was very clingy, so in the end I left it off. It meant that the skirt was slightly see-through but it made me feel sexy so I left it.

When I got to Joan's she kissed and hugged me and said how nice I looked, while Tony mixed some cocktails. I didn't know what the drinks were but they were made with fruit juice and vodka, which was quite strong, and after the second one I was definitely tipsy because I had only had a snack for lunch.

Joan was wearing a short black cocktail dress with black stockings and nice high-heeled shoes and as she sat down opposite me next to Tony on the sofa, she didn't seem to care that her skirt rode up so that I could see the tops of her stockings. As we chatted, Tony casually rested his hand on Jean's thigh and started to stroke her and she just opened her legs slightly for him. It was incredibly sexy to just watch them.

You know how bossy Joan has always been with me right back from college days and suddenly she told me stand up and do a twirl round for them. I still don't know why I didn't just say no, but the combination of the drink and the highly charged atmosphere made me obey and I twisted round as if dancing, so that my skirt lifted up quite high.

When I stopped, I could see that Tony had pulled her skirt right up and I was shocked to see that she wasn't wearing any panties. She acted as if this was quite normal as she asked me if I realised that they could see the red of my panties through the floaty material of my dress. I felt myself blush with guilt as I remembered that it had been deliberate to leave my slip off. She said that I had better take them off and go without as she was, or better still Tony should take them off.

They both stood up and I went to move away but she grabbed my wrists and Tony lifted up the hem of my dress and simply pulled my panties down around my ankles. Holding the dress up he asked her what she thought, but still holding my wrists tightly she said no it wouldn't do, and that the bra would have to go as well. He let the hem fall and then deftly unhooked the back and unclipped my bra. As you know he is a big strong man and as he held me, Joan pulled the dress and my bra straps forward over my shoulders and let them drop to the ground

I was standing in front of them in just my stockings, garter belt and shoes, like a shy little girl and they both admired me while Tony patted my bare bum. Knowing how long it had been since I had made love, they had obviously planned to seduce me. It was the first time that any other man had seen me nearly naked and I started to cry. Joan put her arms round me and comforted me and said that nothing would happen that I didn't want to happen, but at the same time she squeezed my breasts and Tony stroked my bum.

I was hot and confused and I could feel the warm honey leaking from my pussy, but I just managed to stop myself and pleaded with them to let me put my dress back on. Reluctantly, Joan agreed and she helped me with the dress, leaving my bra and panties on the floor. Tony said that he would keep them for me and put them in a drawer.

Putting her arm around my shoulders, Joan led me to the kitchen to help with the buffet, saying how delicious it was going to be for both of us to be dancing and flirting with men, without them knowing that we were practically naked under our dresses. I had recovered my composure and I had to agree that it was a very sexy feeling as I thought about you and how you would enjoy it when I wrote and told you.

I went to the bathroom but became very nervous again when I saw that the shape of my nipples could be seen through the material, and when I bent over in front of the mirror it seemed to me that my bare pink cheeks were clearly visible. I was about to run out and go home, when I heard the doorbell and people arriving so it was too late, and I would have to brazen it out.

As both men and women greeted and kissed me and said how glad they were to see me after so long, I became flushed as I saw them appraising my figure, and I read in their eyes their thoughts that what a slut I had become. The few single men, however, had no such concerns, and they were around me like bees around a honey pot. In particular, Paul, your club captain seemed to take possession of me and no one was about to challenge him.

Paul pressed fresh drinks on me and pressed me tight to him as we danced in the crowded room. I could feel his hard cock right up my belly as he explored my arse with his hands. I felt weak with desire and tried to think about you, but his strong grip allowed no escape and as the party warmed up and Tony dimmed the lights, he kissed me passionately.

People were starting to go home when I finally got away to go to freshen up, but when I came back he was sitting in an armchair and Joan was leaning over and whispering to him. There were only two couples and one single man, Glynn, left, apart from Joan and Tony and they were all quietly looking on in anticipation as I went and stood, a little awkwardly, in front of him. He took my hands and pulled my face down to his to kiss me and then said right out

We all know your little secret Delia and we've enjoyed you showing your bare arse off to us like the tart you are, but now we want a proper display.

Before I could move, Paul held my hands tight and Joan came behind me and simply lifted my skirt right up to my waist. In a commanding voice she ordered me to spread my legs and then slipped her fingers into my pussy."

Look, she's already wet and waiting, Joan said.

The others gathered round as I bent over helpless and I heard one of the women say

Give the dirty little bitch a good hiding Joan but she replied No; let Tony do it.

Paul continued to hold me tight and Tony came over and started to slap my arse, gently at first, but then harder and harder until I cried out in pain. Paul stood up, still holding my hands and said.

Our turn now Glynn and pulled me towards the bedroom. Suddenly I came to my senses and realised that this had to stop before I was raped and made pregnant by these two brutes. The urgency giving me strength, I broke away and before anyone could react, I ran down the stairs and away, feeling naked and soiled. Luckily, a bus came almost at once and soon I was safely home.

The next morning Joan rang and apologised, saying that we had all had too much to drink and that the idea of me being without sex for months had caused them to treat me very badly. I forgave her, mainly because that night I had re-lived the experience and as crude as it had been, I actually found it exciting and I played with myself nearly all night.

My love, I had many doubts about telling you any of this, but you keep telling me that you are desperate for excitement in your lonely bed and that you don't mind me playing around. Don't worry, I might tease other men but I am all yours and I will save myself for you whatever the temptation.

Your own darling - Delia.

"That must be one hot letter Keith, your prick is like a ramrod - let's have a look!"

The voice of his mate in the next bed suddenly disturbed him and he looked down to see that in his excitement he had pushed away his towel and was lying naked on his bed with his cock in his hand. He didn't have a big prick but it was certainly well erect. He quickly covered up and folded the letter before Pete could see it but not before he had read enough words to know that it was very sexy.

Keith told him that there was no way that he could see it but as he turned away, he thought that maybe letting him read such letters some time could be quite a turn-on.

Returning to his own thoughts, he was both thrilled and disappointed by Delia's letter. He found it incredibly sexy, and knew that he would be unable to get the scenes out of my mind, but what would have been the ultimate fantasy for him - his gorgeous young wife being forcibly fucked by two of his rugby mates - had been thwarted. He needed to reply and encourage her, but how to get her to allow someone to actually fuck her was the question.

A few days later, he was half way through a reply when he was surprised to receive, so soon, another letter from Delia.

Hello My Darling,

I was so full of what happened with Joan & Tony in my last letter that I quite forgot to tell about something which I think you will like. The house next door has been empty for a while until a new neighbour moved in about two weeks ago. He is a nice looking man, about 40 and very smartly dressed with a Jaguar car. I just saw him a couple of times as I was going to work, but he just smiled at me and said hello before getting into his car.

Imagine my surprise then, when I came home from work last Friday, to find him sitting on the sofa with my mother and with a gin and tonic in his hand. She introduced him as Nigel Johnson and said that she had seen that he was at home during the day and so had invited him in for a drink to get to know us. I went upstairs to freshen up and, on impulse, changed into my blue cocktail dress, which, as you know, is really a little too short for me.

I sat on the high back chair opposite them but, too late, realised my mistake, because they were lower than me and he had a perfect view right up my skirt. You know my mother, I thought she would signal her disapproval, but she just smiled sweetly at me and carried on explaining how you were away in Egypt and how I didn't get out very much.

Nigel asked me about the baby and my work and told us a bit about himself. He is a business manager with Alto Engineering and they have just moved him to this area. He lives alone because he is divorced but understandably he didn't say much more about that. He is obviously a public school type, speaks beautifully and seems very worldly, having travelled a great deal. I must say that I found him, although an older man, charming and very attractive.