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My wife and I are now in our seventies. We had an open marriage back in the mid-1970's through the mid-1980's and I've had plenty of opportunities to watch my wife get fingered. One occasion keeps coming to mind and I'll share it.

In the early fall of 1979, our friend Ned, who was twenty years older than us had invited us to a matinee one Saturday. We had originally met him due to our mutual interest in exploring the western desert.

Another mutual interest he and I shared was my wife’s love of getting naked during our desert explorations. This mutual interest eventually grew into a threesome with the possible plan of his becoming my wife's friend with benefits when I was deployed.

This ‘date’ to the movies was the precursor to our second threesome with him. My wife Billie had chosen to wear a pair of thin white, split leg running shorts with the lining cut out and no panties. With it she wore a pale-blue transparent blouse, which tied just below her breasts and no bra. Her nipples and pubic patch were faintly visible.

She wore this enticing outfit well. She was twenty-six years old, standing five feet three inches and weighed one hundred eight pounds. Her measurements were 34B-23-33; she had a tight fit body with a flat abdomen tapering into a well-groomed pubic patch. She had long brown hair, big brown eyes and a vivacious personality. She was also highly sexed with very little inhibitions, and she’d preferred being naked.

He picked us up in a 1976 Chevrolet Malibu Station Wagon and had her sit between us in the front seat. Not being shy she immediately planted her left hand in Ned’s crotch, and her right hand up my short's leg toying with the head of my cock.

Looking down, I saw Ned already had her shorts down around her ankles. The little imp was slumped down in the seat with her knees as wide as she could open them within the confines of the front seat and slowly humping Ned's fingers.

I laughed and said, "Ned, we haven't even gone a block, and you already have my wife's pants off!"

Billie yelped with laughter saying, "Oh for fucks sake...I've ridden around in the desert bare-ass naked with the two of you and y’all act like it's something extra hot when you take my shorts off and find out I'm not wearing panties!"

As Ned drove toward the mall with the multiplex, my wife had started really enjoying his fingers. He was gently tracing his middle finger up and down her slit. As his finger moved downward, he would carefully curl it under, and finger fuck her a little then back up to her clit where he’d ever so softly trace his finger around it.

She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip rocking her hips to meet his finger. I noticed her nipples were poking against the cloth of her thin cotton shirt. I lean over and sucked it into my mouth through the material eliciting a soft moan from her.

Laughing, Ned said, “We’re here." And removed his hand from my wife’s aroused pussy. As we pulled into the parking lot of the theatre Billie tugged my short's leg back down over my cock, pulled her shorts up and softly muttered, "I was so fucking close..."
 
JackStayII said:
My wife and I are now in our seventies. We had an open marriage back in the mid-1970's through the mid-1980's and I've had plenty of opportunities to watch my wife get fingered. One occasion keeps coming to mind and I'll share it.

In the early fall of 1979, our friend Ned, who was twenty years older than us had invited us to a matinee one Saturday. We had originally met him due to our mutual interest in exploring the western desert.

Another mutual interest he and I shared was my wife’s love of getting naked during our desert explorations. This mutual interest eventually grew into a threesome with the possible plan of his becoming my wife's friend with benefits when I was deployed.

This ‘date’ to the movies was the precursor to our second threesome with him. My wife Billie had chosen to wear a pair of thin white, split leg running shorts with the lining cut out and no panties. With it she wore a pale-blue transparent blouse, which tied just below her breasts and no bra. Her nipples and pubic patch were faintly visible.

She wore this enticing outfit well. She was twenty-six years old, standing five feet three inches and weighed one hundred eight pounds. Her measurements were 34B-23-33; she had a tight fit body with a flat abdomen tapering into a well-groomed pubic patch. She had long brown hair, big brown eyes and a vivacious personality. She was also highly sexed with very little inhibitions, and she’d preferred being naked.

He picked us up in a 1976 Chevrolet Malibu Station Wagon and had her sit between us in the front seat. Not being shy she immediately planted her left hand in Ned’s crotch, and her right hand up my short's leg toying with the head of my cock.

Looking down, I saw Ned already had her shorts down around her ankles. The little imp was slumped down in the seat with her knees as wide as she could open them within the confines of the front seat and slowly humping Ned's fingers.

I laughed and said, "Ned, we haven't even gone a block, and you already have my wife's pants off!"

Billie yelped with laughter saying, "Oh for fucks sake...I've ridden around in the desert bare-ass naked with the two of you and y’all act like it's something extra hot when you take my shorts off and find out I'm not wearing panties!"

As Ned drove toward the mall with the multiplex, my wife had started really enjoying his fingers. He was gently tracing his middle finger up and down her slit. As his finger moved downward, he would carefully curl it under, and finger fuck her a little then back up to her clit where he’d ever so softly trace his finger around it.

She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip rocking her hips to meet his finger. I noticed her nipples were poking against the cloth of her thin cotton shirt. I lean over and sucked it into my mouth through the material eliciting a soft moan from her.

Laughing, Ned said, “We’re here." And removed his hand from my wife’s aroused pussy. As we pulled into the parking lot of the theatre Billie tugged my short's leg back down over my cock, pulled her shorts up and softly muttered, "I was so fucking close..."
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Thanks for the memory Jack !
 
Johnsmiles said:
I got a huge amount of pleasure from reading this thread. That's probably because it reminds me of a night long ago. In gratitude to the posters, I'm going to relate the tale of me watching my girlfriend being fingered in a public place, together with a little of the back story.

It took B and I about a year to get from the first time she had acted on my desire for her to have sex with other men to me watching her fucking. We'd had a very intense sexual relationship since the first time we had sex; we were both honest about what turned us on and about our sexual history. I knew B had been very promiscuous in her 20s, earning the nickname "Thumper" from her girlfriends, and we had some great sex as we imagined her screwing around again.

B's initial "shared girlfriend" adventure happened one weekend when I was away with my family. She'd gone out to a club with friends, pulled a man and taken him back to my flat and fucked him. That was a huge success; when I got home on the Sunday afternoon she was still buzzing with excitement and incredibly horny. She was so proud of herself and so delighted and eager to heighten my obvious pleasure. But that's a different story.

At first I thought B would have no further reservations about being shared and she'd be getting laid all the time. I was wrong. Now in her mid-30s, B was much less confident about how desirable she was. Nevertheless, about three months later she went out with girlfriends again, with the intention of having another one-night stand. She didn't "pull" that night and it dented her confidence. Another four months went past before she tried again, and succeeded. A month or so later she decided to do it again, but this time we arranged that I would drive back, park just up the road from the flat and wait for the guy to leave. As we made our arrangements, she said that she wanted to push the limits and for me to smell and taste the sex on her. Her exact words were that she wanted me to see her freshly fucked, with her cunt red and swollen and open. That was an incredibly exciting night; the anticipation of waiting in the car, seeing the guy walk up the road and finally rushing to my front door. To my surprise, the guy had been pretty fat and quite a lot older. B was drunk and hot and a total slut. Another different story.

I think my absolute delight in her freshly fucked body convinced B that me seeing her have sex with a stranger would be a real turn on. In the mid-1990s we had no internet, but we'd had an advertisement in a contact magazine for a few months. The responses to the advertisement turned up in the post once a week and this time we went through them with a new sense of purpose. About another month passed before we met with a guy who travelled about two hours to meet us. It was summer and B looked incredible in a wrap round skirt and form hugging blouse. Initially the meet was a bit of a frost. B didn't fancy the guy and I could see that she was reluctant to take him back to the flat. For the first half hour things were a bit cold and formulaic but then something broke the ice and B totally and enthusiastically opened herself to the guy and to me. Wow.

I'd expected another long hiatus while we came to terms with our latest adventure but I was wrong again; three weeks later the following occurred. B and I had gone to a pub just round the corner from the flat we were now sharing. We didn't go to this pub often but, as it hosted the local gay club in an upstairs room, it probably attracted a fairly adventurous crowd. I remember that B was wearing the same outfit she'd been wearing when we met the man from the contact magazine. Initially the bar was not very crowded, so B and I sat opposite each other at a table alongside the wall. As we enjoyed a drink and talked the bar became more crowded. Eventually two guys asked if they could sit at our table. We said yes and they duly sat down. They were an intelligent, fun, pair and it wasn't long before we were all chatting away together. The guy next to me got up and got a round of drinks for us all and, 20 minutes or so later, I got up to do the same.

B had half turned her chair during the evening, so she was sitting facing toward the guy next to her and with her back against the wall. As I confirmed the drinks order, B caught my eye and quickly glanced down toward her lap before grinning at me. I moved so I could see what she was indicating. B had her legs apart and had opened her skirt. She was holding her knicker gusset to one side and I had a clear view of the guy's hand as two of his fingers thrust into her. B giggled and took a sip of her drink. The guy smiled at me, slightly nervously, and I smiled back. For a moment I paused and watched. I could see his fingers glistening with B's juices as he laughed and eased a third finger into her. B opened her legs a little further and pushed herself down to give him better access and muttered, "Drinks" to bring me out of my reverie.

As you can imagine, I was rather distracted as I headed to the bar. Waiting to be served, I looked back toward our table but the crush of bodies was such that I couldn't see anything. As I waited, I wondered if anyone else in the pub had seen B being fingered and, having miraculously remembered the drinks order, I checked out the crowd on my way back. I think there was one group who knew what was going on, but they didn't seem phased by it. When I got to the table I realised that the two men had changed places. B and the two men were grinning at me as I put the drinks down, and I paused to watch the second guy pushing his fingers slowly and firmly right into B's pussy as the heel of his hand pressed down on her clitoris. B was panting slightly, and was obviously massively turned on. The memory of her flushed face, her breathing, her white thighs parted and fingers entering her is one of my most treasured.

And yes - we took the two guys back to the flat and B fucked and was fucked by us all. Happy memories.
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You sound like you are from the UK 😁
 
RipRespon said:
We were standing at the crowded swinger’s bar, my wife wearing only a low cut, very short dress that barely covered her ass. She suddenly turned and look at the handsome guy behind her, with whom she’d been flirting with earlier before leaning into me, “he’s groping my ass,” she whispered. I looked down and confirmed, he had a handful and was enjoying the fuck out of her bubble butt, his actions hidden from view because of the tightly packed crowd around us. She was obviously turned on by his boldness so didn’t stop him. I watched as he worked his hand under the hem of her dress and between her legs. “I’m so fucking wet,” she confessed to me, and as the look of lust consumed her face I knew his fingers discovered her excitement. “Oh my god,” she rasped as her head fell to my shoulder and her butt push into his hand. Her dress was halfway up her ass, his elbow moved rapidly back and forth with every deep thrust of his fingers into her pussy. She buried her fingers into my anrm and moaned as she came on his hand. I knew she’d soaked him good.

Anyone else have experiences of other men finger fucking your wife/girlfriend to share?
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I wish same for my wife too
 
Benevolent6 said:
We used to do that quite often! Wife usually not wearing panties. She used to ask while dressing, " should I wear panties or not"? Mostly I prefered her without, made it so much easier to finger her.
We used to cram into the darkest corner of the bar, preferably with a high barstoool on which she could sit, legs spread, me standing between them. Did not usually take long before some hunks hand was sneaking up to feel her wet pussy...
More to tell if anyone is interested?
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I'm interested. DM me please!!!
 
Benevolent6 said:
We used to do that quite often! Wife usually not wearing panties. She used to ask while dressing, " should I wear panties or not"? Mostly I prefered her without, made it so much easier to finger her.
We used to cram into the darkest corner of the bar, preferably with a high barstoool on which she could sit, legs spread, me standing between them. Did not usually take long before some hunks hand was sneaking up to feel her wet pussy...
More to tell if anyone is interested?
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Oh that's a very exciting. Want to hear more
 
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