Letters to the Editor Ch. 05

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Part 5 of the 8 part series

Updated 11/02/2022
Created 01/16/2003
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Over the next few days the young editor’s boss often mentioned the letters and asked if his new employee would be keeping the cabinet in his office.

“Well I think so,” said the newcomer, “It doesn’t take much room up and well – the do make good reading don’t they?”

His boss laughed and agreed, “I expect you have a few questions about them. To tell you the truth they became my special interest – let’s say research project. I’m glad you don’t find them “unsuitable”- your predecessor and I got much pleasure from our investigations – we’ll tell you about it one day soon.”

Now he knew there was more to the story the young man returned to his office – the day’s work had been done. A stiff drink was called for and – why not read a couple more of those letters?

To the Editor,

I was interested to read your article on how some men encourage their wives to have sex with other men. What a pity you don’t publish them in full. After catching my wife red-handed with a friend I never let her forget it and pushed her more and more to do it for my pleasure until it became really over the top and filthy. Not relishing the prospect of me leaving and ending the marriage she submissively went along with everything. Trouble is the more she did the more I looked for kinky and weird situations to get her to cheapen herself. I was totally carried away and it’s only now in retrospect that I wonder who got the most kicks from it – me or her.

Her original sin was ordinary enough; she welcomed the company of one of our friends while I was at work. He made a pass at her and she responded until she was coaxed into taking out his cock and masturbating him while he fingered her or played with her tits. That’s how I caught them – standing in the kitchen – unaware that I had been watching them. Not initially being the wimp husband or finding that it was a tremendous turn on I slapped them both round the room – though in my wife’s case the fear of consequences was more painful than the feeble slaps. Not so the man – he got a good pasting and dragged across the room by his balls.

Having marked his face – busted nose and black eye – I extracted a confession from them both and was treated to every little step and detail. It became apparent that having to explain to his family his “crime” had put the fear of God into him. The thought of me visiting his wife and kids and spilling the beans made him beg for mercy and promise to “do anything”.

When things had calmed down and he had been left to stew a little I later got my wife to repeat the story – but in much more detail, like describe the clothes she wore and did she, or he, first unzip his trousers. Quite willingly she answered every question I threw at her and when I found myself telling her to bend over the kitchen table she dutifully obeyed and whilst fucking from behind I had to admit to myself that the escapade had aroused me intensely.

Over the next two weeks I fired off many insults and questions to her like, “Did you enjoy playing with his cock and being a slut?” and “Would you have gone all the way if you hadn’t have been caught?”

I was shocked when she answered both questions in the affirmative. “I suppose I would have let him do it eventually,” she muttered feebly.

Trying to disguise my mixture of anger and arousal I blurted out, “You can be a slut for me then – when I tell you to be!”

To my surprise she didn’t argue. I thought about the possibilities more and more and masturbated twice as often at the thought.

One weekend shortly after when we were due to go out, as I watched her getting ready I suddenly without thinking said, “Wear something sexier!” She finished up displaying some of her more revealing clothes and asking me which ones met my approval. I instructed her to put on a short skirt and flimsy top – and wear stockings. She simply did as I asked without question and said for the umpteenth time that she wanted to make amends for her betrayal. Throughout the evening I noticed how more than usual men ogled her and found myself getting aroused. Just how far, I wondered could I go with this – and how far would she let me. I decided it would be very exciting to find out.

“Open your top a little – let the buttons “accidentally” unfasten – so that men can see your bra and look down your top.”

At first she didn’t respond but then when I was distracted by conversation and turned back toward her I found that she was showing off an amazing cleavage to the group she was chatting with.

When I got chance I asked her if she knew what effect she was having on the men and when she nodded I asked her if she was enjoying it. I was taken aback by her honesty when she nodded and said that if I wanted her to do it she would. The result was that the evening’s events made me want her to do more.

I began to make more demands on how she dressed getting her to buy some very revealing sexy clothing, lingerie and hosiery. When we went out the men we associated with certainly got an eyeful while their women wondered about her new image – which is how I explained the change. As we had both turned forty it was presumed to be some sort of mid-life crisis or feeling of insecurity. Though I was pleased to note how many young men were also attracted to my wife’s body. She is not the most beautiful woman but when dressed up she can look very sexy and attractive. As I am no Brad Pitt and a little out of shape I felt a twinge of resentment that I wouldn’t compete with a young rival. Most of the younger men made no pretence about looking at her shapely thighs or tight bum even when they knew I was observing them. Once when we had visited a different pub for a small meal I pulled her over to a secluded corner and when a group of youths noticed how much leg she was showing I told her to hitch up her skirt a little higher – over her stocking tops – my dick rose and heart fluttered when she immediately obeyed. Sat there out of sight from the rest of the pub she didn’t mind one bit letting the young men lust over her. What a shame, I thought that they couldn’t sit nearer and see properly the pale white flesh of her upper thighs as it reached her pubes.

The men were quite blatant with their stares and made no secret of their delight.

As we made small talk pretending everything was normal I calmly instructed her, “Open your legs a bit for them – I want them to see your knickers.”

I glanced down with mounting excitement as she first crossed her legs then fidgeting a little she uncrossed them and opened her thighs. There we sat for the rest of the evening chatting while every few minutes my wife would look in the direction of the men and smile. I got the impression that they where confused as to whether I was aware of my wife’s flashing or not. But they certainly knew that she was very aware of what she was doing – especially when I asked her to stroke her thigh and let it creep between her legs for a second. I could almost hear the sharp intake of breath from the boys.

From there I progressed to getting her to answer the door with almost nothing on and sometimes when we walked home from our local bar I pinned her up against a wall and fucked her – making sure we could be seen by passers-by. It was usual for me to question her about other men and tell me how it excited her - that’s what gave me my next idea. I wanted something else – something more exciting but dangerous. I made sure one day that I ran into the man who had started it all. In short I gave him a story that I was still trying to get my head round the fact he had been with my wife and I felt I had to go and talk to his wife about it. He virtually shit himself and begged me not to then I told him to come to my home and we would try to resolve the situation.

On the day he was expected I told my wife I had been thinking about what she had done and was still unsure about whether I could handle it. Then I told her the guy was coming over so we could discuss it and that after we should go out for a drink to mull things over. That way she would get dressed up for the man’s visit. She thought that because the guy was coming that she had to dress more conventionally and was scared about my attitude so when she appeared with a long dress on I sent her back to change. I made it clear that should dress as she did when I wanted her to flash her body.

I started to paw her and asked her questions about the man like did she enjoy the feel of his cock and did she regret that it hadn’t gone further. She admitted to me that having another man feel her was exciting even though she was sorry. By now she was wary of my motives and thought I was trying to catch her out and look for an excuse to cause trouble. By the time he arrived and nervously entered the room both he and my wife were visibly scared. After a pointless conversation with me faking being on the edge of exploding I asked if it was a love affair. They both reassured me it was just sexual and for the excitement – they had no deeper feelings – it was just something that got out of hand. That’s when I put my plan into action.

“So you excited each other?” I asked abruptly faking anger. “So what was so bloody special - touching each other up in my kitchen while I was at work?” I hoped I sounded suitably paranoid.

“I should tell your wife and family!” I screamed at him.

I had never seen a man beg as much as he then did.

“Get into the fucking kitchen – both of you!” I commanded.

Wondering what the hell was going to happen he moved immediately followed by my wife. It was only then that he noticed how she was dressed with nipples showing through her tight button up blouse and short skirt.

As they both stood in the kitchen I asked, “So where did you play – I want to know what you did?”

The guy stuttered and made excuses not to answer – I looked at my wife.

“Tell me what you did – stand where you usually stood.” She moved and stood against the work top in a corner.

“Get over there with her!” I told the guy.

With mouth open with disbelief he went over to her.

“So tell me what he did and how he touched you,” I told my wife, “I want to know!”

“One day, when he was leaving he made a pass at me and pulled me over here to kiss me. I didn’t object so the next time he did it again and we kissed a while.”

My wife’s nervous voice had a tone of expectancy in it.

“Show me – kiss her – let me see what was so special.”

The man again begged for mercy and was shocked when my wife told him he had better do what I said. I knew she was already thinking about what was to come – not to mention looking forward to the event – which I would want to see it all and she could feel his cock again. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him though he didn’t respond. I asked what happened next.

“He touched my breasts and I let him unfasten my buttons.”

“Show me!”

She unfastened her blouse and it was the first time he had seen her in such sexy underwear.

“He rubbed my nipples and squeezed them between his finger and thumb.”

On my instruction she lifted his hand and placed it on her tits.

“Did he take your bra off or lift your tits out?”

“Yes – sometimes I helped him unfasten it so he could suck them.”

“I want you to do it for him now – show me.”

The man was almost sobbing with fear but when her tits sprang free he couldn’t help but stare. Now he was showing some response.

“What did you do then?” I asked my wife.

“He wanted me to play with his penis – take it out of his pants and masturbate him.”

“And you did – did you enjoy doing that?”

“Yes.” Her honesty left the man shocked and dumbstruck – silently he allowed my wife to move his hand over her bare tits.

“Take his cock out – and show me you both did next.” The man protested but my wife told him that they had no choice. She was breathing heavy now and quite eagerly pulled down his fly and plunging her hand inside his pants she withdrew his semi-hard weapon. He was well endowed and my wife smiled with joy as she began to wank him. He never expected her to demonstrate so realistically.

“Suck my nipples – like you used to,” she told him in a loud whisper. As the man again whined she added, “We have to show my husband.”

She pulled his head down to her breasts and made him suck. I quietly watched enjoying the spectacle and sitting down behind the table took out my cock and gently pulled on it. I think my wife knew what I was doing.

“He wanted me to take my knickers off,” she suddenly said, “But I didn’t.”

“Why did you want to take her pants off?” I asked the man. “You wanted to fuck my wife?”

He moaned a sorrowful apology and gasped when he saw my wife slowly hitch up her skirt to show her flimsy panties. Silently she took hold of his hand and slid his fingers under the lace and into her vagina. It was obvious how wet she was and how aroused. The man’s penis was growing and it was hell of a size – now he was getting turned on by the feel of my wife.

“Why did you not let him fuck you?”

“I was too scared to go all the way.”

“I bet you wish you had done – do you still wonder what it would feel like?”

“Yes – he has such a thick cock – I want it.”

Before I had chance to say anything else she commented, “I will do anything for you if you let him fuck me.”

For a minute I didn’t answer – due to being knocked for a six – the man protested that he couldn’t and wanted to call a halt – it was all too much for him. His cock told a different story as it was now fully erect – and very thick. I had the chance now of watching my wife taking it up her in front of me. I looked at her face and saw a longing lustful sluttish expression – she would do anything for the pleasure of that cock she said. Loudly I reminded her of her declaration.

“I will be anything you want me to be!” she repeated.

I thought for just another ten seconds, “OK – go ahead.”

The man was scared and protested again then to my surprise my wife pulled away and slowly peeled off her panties, then dropping to her knees she took the cock in her mouth and sucked greedily. While I was trying to maintain some sort of self control she stood and spreading her legs wide and holding up her skirt she held the wet penis and guided it into her cunt.

“Fuck me!” she pleaded, “Forget about my husband being here – fuck me hard!”

What a slut I had married, I thought. Now I knew – what exciting things I intended doing.

The man took a while to get into his stride but the sight of my wife holding up her skirt and tits bouncing made him find the desire. He pounded away for all he was worth lifting my wife off the floor – what a sight that was seeing her impaled on such a thing.

When he was about to come my wife reached her own climax and shouted at him, “Bite my nipples!”

It is hard to remember what happened next, I exploded with excitement and faked rage while the man, now depleted, pulled up his trousers and begged and pleaded as he asked permission to leave the house. Threatening him about his wife I let him leave on a promise that he would keep his mouth shut.

My wife told me as she knelt before me, “I had to know what it was like – I will keep my promise – I never wanted him – he is a wimp – I wanted his cock.”

With that honest and forthright statement I lifted my dick toward her face and told her to suck. I had experienced immense pleasure from watching my wife and was looking forward to making a real slut out of her – I still wanted more.

The next evening when I saw her coming from the bathroom I pulled her back in and pulled her robe from her. As she was now naked I stood her in front of the full length mirror and standing behind her slipped both my hands around her waist and pulled apart her labia and stroked her inner lips.

“So you like the feel of other men’s cocks do you?”

I saw her reflection nod and her eyes half close. “And you’ll do anything for me?”

“Yes,” she said, “Anything.”

Looking at her image in the mirror I whispered “Piss for me.”

True to her word, her eyes opened a little bit in surprise then I saw a stream of hot liquid flow from between her legs. Holding open her vagina for a better view I watched as the pee hit the mirror then began to form a puddle on the bathroom tiles. Overcome with lust as the flow subsided I turned her round and sitting her on the edge of the bath I buried my head in her Minge and licked and sucked. She widened her legs for me and rotated her hips against my face.

“That feels nice!” she uttered and in a few minutes she erupted, having an intense orgasm.

After that day when the chance arose I would often watch her perform while she had sex with others. We had many weekends away where we picked up men or young lads and take them back to our room. Sometimes – she had sex outdoors and like a whore she went into alleyways or in parks while walking home with people we had just met. Often it would be two or even more and each would get to fuck her or use her mouth while they watched their friends do it.

One of my most memorable weekends was when we went back to our rented cottage with four youths and they stayed the night hardly letting her rest. After watching each other, later, when they had recovered she had them all at once – mouth cunt and cock in each hand. The following morning I went down to breakfast to find her being entered from the rear in between cooking and serving the food.

Our adventures would take up many more pages but suffice to say I’m glad how things developed and neither of us have any regrets.

Yours,

What, thought the editor, did the magazine’s owner mean when he talked about investigations and research. As most of the letters seemed incomplete and left the reader wanting more detail perhaps it was sheer frustration that made them delve a little further. What an interesting thought – did they ever try to trace the writers of these sexually arousing letters?

He could understand how the keen but unexpected response from the reading public had grabbed their interest - all these people eager and willing to divulge their secrets and tell of their kinky sexual experiences. Couples, many couples who liked to share what were supposed to be personal and private experiences.

Getting quite worked up emotionally the young man picked up another letter.

Dear Editor, I have read in your magazine an article that reminds me of my own situation. Most people will not understand why I let it carry on but different people react different ways. I will tell you story.

My wife is thirty eight and I forty and we have been married 15yrs. She is still very attractive to other men but it never bothered me that they flirted with her.

One day a few years ago my boss sent me home from work on full pay because I had put lots of extra time in and he said I deserved some time off. I arrived home and was going to surprise my wife by appearing at the window from the back of the house and make her “jump”.

I was the one who was shocked – she was sat on the settee – with a man. He was kissing her and had his hand on her knee gently rubbing it. I didn’t recognise him and just stood there stunned and shocked. Instead of bursting in I waited to see what would happen and tried to stand in a way that I wouldn’t be noticed but could still look.

When his hand crept up her skirt she let her legs fall apart to help him reach her pussy. I could tell she was enjoying it and it was obvious she was quite used to this man touching her. I stood back from the window and tried to collect my thoughts. The first feeling was one of betrayal – mixed with something else – but I can’t describe what.

I peeped back round the corner and my nerves tingled and stomach churned. Now her skirt was pulled up enough to show her panties. However his hand had moved to her tits and her shirt was unfastened. Being very careful not to be seen I kept snatching little glances and it was like watching a video clip on the internet when it keeps pausing between frames. I saw more than enough – she allowed him to play with and kiss her tits and smiled with pleasure. It needed no persuasion for her to let her hand drop to his crotch and calmly unzip him. I had to take a deep breath before daring to look again and see how she had taken out his penis and was expertly masturbating him.

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