Dressing wife for company . . .

[MilkFountain]

Have you ever been so proud of your wife, so turned on by her, liked the guy you've invited to dinner or to go camping with you and your wife, and at the same time so sure of yourself and her, that you want her to drive your male guest out of his mind with wanting her? I have . . .

 

[LIVINRFANTASIES]

Denny

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[CindyCD478]

Have you ever been so proud of your wife, so turned on by her, liked the guy you've invited to dinner or to go camping with you and your wife, and at the same time so sure of yourself and her, that you want her to drive your male guest out of his mind with wanting her? I have . . .

Why dress for company. We just stay naked like we always are at home.

 

[screwher]

Have you ever been so proud of your wife, so turned on by her, liked the guy you've invited to dinner or to go camping with you and your wife, and at the same time so sure of yourself and her, that you want her to drive your male guest out of his mind with wanting her? I have . . .

Sounds like a fun and exciting idea. The "company" though would have to be maybe a small group of guys from her side, shall we say. Coworkers, friends husbands, guys from the gym. No desire to parade my wife in front of my friends, etc. All a moot point though as I don't believe my wife would ever go for something like this. At least not right now.

 

[crashD]

Have you ever been so proud of your wife, so turned on by her, liked the guy you've invited to dinner or to go camping with you and your wife, and at the same time so sure of yourself and her, that you want her to drive your male guest out of his mind with wanting her? I have . . .

Yes. Low cut tops.

Silk blouse with paste on breast bra things. Lol

Silk made her nipples hard but her 34 ds could sway all over

Fun to see the looks.

 

[MilkFountain]

Right with you there, but . . .

Sounds like a fun and exciting idea. The "company" though would have to be maybe a small group of guys from her side, shall we say. Coworkers, friends husbands, guys from the gym. No desire to parade my wife in front of my friends, etc. All a moot point though as I don't believe my wife would ever go for something like this. At least not right now.

At first, sharing hadn't crystallized in my mind. It grew gradually for both of us. I've always wanted to deepen pleasure. Then, somewhere along the way, she began, when the spirit moved her, to join me in "little adventures." Then, I began to look for ways to up the ante. When I first brought it up, it scared and probably offended her. Then, perhaps she became convinced that I had no intention of pushing her away, of demeaning her, and certainly didn't think less of her. Far from it, I loved her more. She was my own, private, living gateway into adventure and a complete erotic life. She is eye-candy and naturally flirtatious and, when so inspired, full of mischief.

Not long ago, a friend's son came at the beginning of summer to work in our yard and run errands. We, my wife and I, couldn't help nocing that he was smitten with my her. (The right word.) One day, just before getting out of bed and after we had made love, I suggested that when her secret suitor came to start work, she go barefoot to open the door for him, wearing only her panties and a long shirt of mine she covets. It's made of cotton, is soft, and having been washed many times, it clings in astonishing ways. That shirt on her hollowed out my belly. Convincing her took some talk and a lot of caresses.. But when I spied the boy walking up our street toward our home, I kneeled down on the kitchen floor behind her, nosed up under the shirt and, holding onto her hips, burrowed my face there. As is said, "All is fair in . . ."

I hurried into the bedroom, leaving her to meet him alone. She had never before invited him in for breakfast. As she tells it, while she made pancakes from scratch she felt his eyes on her the whole time. She laughed when she told me he couldn't speak. She'd sat him in the kitchen table nook. the table was low and the benches facing it lower still. She wondered how much he could see under the hem of the shirt. (By then, she said, she was enjoying his eyes on her.) Not knowing how much he could see, she even deliberately bent stiff legged to light the gas oven to warm the dishes, and later squatted to touch a plate to see if it was the right temperature, the shirt riding up high on her thighs as she settled on her haunches. Looking down, she saw that if she'd been facing him, he would have had a clear view beneath her skirt and all the way up between her things. She remembered feeling the cotton stretch across her bottom. In the heat of the morning and facing the oven, she felt sweat break out on her inner thighs and felt a trickle down her back, her upper lip and across her shoulders. She stayed there, facing the open oven, she said, a little longer that she might have. When she stood and turned around, the boy looked, she said, like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.His mouth was ajar and eyes wide.

She looked down and discovered that her sweat had dampened the cotton and it had stuck to her. She remembered that she couldn't see what made him stare, but she felt a movement of air stir the little hairs there. She's a blusher, so I believed her when she said she felt herself turn bright red in the face, ears burning, the heat trapped beneath the shirt heating her skin everywhere. She said she couldn't stop a "silly" smile that was frozen on her face. She was embarrassed and aroused, She said she felt trapped by his eyes on her, but he was embarrassed too. That was the first of several teases we gave him.

 

[mikendel]

For my 40th birthday Del's gift to me was every hour she had to change clothes and wear less each time. We had friends over for my party, about 10-15. After the husbands saw what was going on they didn't want to leave and their wives were good sports about it all. Finally the last outfit of the night was just a jacket and heels. By now she didn't even try and keep the jacket closed. Both men and women loved it and all made her feel sexy.

 

[o2baPrince]

For my 40th birthday Del's gift to me was every hour she had to change clothes and wear less each time. We had friends over for my party, about 10-15. After the husbands saw what was going on they didn't want to leave and their wives were good sports about it all. Finally the last outfit of the night was just a jacket and heels. By now she didn't even try and keep the jacket closed. Both men and women loved it and all made her feel sexy.

And no one had a phone to keep a memory of the happy occasion?

 

[Doctor Joe]

For my 40th birthday Del's gift to me was every hour she had to change clothes and wear less each time. We had friends over for my party, about 10-15. After the husbands saw what was going on they didn't want to leave and their wives were good sports about it all. Finally the last outfit of the night was just a jacket and heels. By now she didn't even try and keep the jacket closed. Both men and women loved it and all made her feel sexy.

Looks like it was a fabulous teasing tempting birthday. Did you get to ravish her after all the guests left?

 

[Doctor Joe]

MilkFountain my friend, you have done it again with your outstanding prose. I look forward to your continuing the saga and any other opportune times you have dressed your lovely wife for guests.

 

[Justfantasies]

Have you ever been so proud of your wife, so turned on by her, liked the guy you've invited to dinner or to go camping with you and your wife, and at the same time so sure of yourself and her, that you want her to drive your male guest out of his mind with wanting her? I have . . .

Medium length black skirt
Silk blouse
No panties

. . . and tell her to flirt as much as possible

 

[mikendel]

And no one had a phone to keep a memory of the happy occasion?

At least 10 pictures of every time she changed. Regular photos not camera phone. I will see if I can dig them up.

 

[Joeknoxville]

Oh the joys of having a pool and hot tub. We have a lot of parties with old friends as well as newer acquaintances attending. My wife and stepdaughter, who are both quite sexy in their coverups, really draw attention when those come off and they both are mingling in their bikinis. I love to catch the guys (and some of the girls!) ogling them and wonder what's going through their minds. Of course there are other benefits, like getting to check out the other wives/girlfriends in attendance. And the hidden camera in the changing cabana produces some exciting footage .

 

[Justfantasies]

Oh the joys of having a pool and hot tub. We have a lot of parties with old friends as well as newer acquaintances attending. My wife and stepdaughter, who are both quite sexy in their coverups, really draw attention when those come off and they both are mingling in their bikinis. I love to catch the guys (and some of the girls!) ogling them and wonder what's going through their minds. Of course there are other benefits, like getting to check out the other wives/girlfriends in attendance. And the hidden camera in the changing cabana produces some exciting footage .

Yes pool parties are great for checking out the other wives and daughters. I used to worry about my hard cock being obvious, but have gradually decided I don't care.

I think the girls like it too. My wife and I have often talked about going to a nude beach together (i did this once before i was married). And I would love to watch on a nude beach as other guys oggled her.

 

[screwher]

Sounds like a fun and exciting idea. The "company" though would have to be maybe a small group of guys from her side, shall we say. Coworkers, friends husbands, guys from the gym. No desire to parade my wife in front of my friends, etc. All a moot point though as I don't believe my wife would ever go for something like this. At least not right now.

Now that my wife is an official hotwife I could see us doing this when we invite her lover for the evening. Maybe some sexy lingerie. Or just bra and panties. Then bare ass naked before he takes her up to our bedroom.

 

[Joeknoxville]

Yes pool parties are great for checking out the other wives and daughters. I used to worry about my hard cock being obvious, but have gradually decided I don't care.

I think the girls like it too. My wife and I have often talked about going to a nude beach together (i did this once before i was married). And I would love to watch on a nude beach as other guys oggled her.

LOL. A couple of weeks ago a new co-worker of my wife came to one of our parties. She was dressed in white shorts and a blue top and quite beautiful with a great figure. I waited as long as I could before asking her if she brought a swim suit along. When she said that she did I pointed to the cabana and said she could change clothes whenever if she desired to. Eventually she did, and both my wife and I were excited at the prospect of later seeing what the camera saw. While her bikini would be classified as conservative, her body was amazing. She undressed, put her bottoms on first and made sure they were just right, turning slightly so she could see how her ass looked and giving a lovely profile of her breasts and nipples. But the best part was that once she slipped her bikini top on she spent quite a bit of time in front of the mirror adjusting it to make sure that her rather ample tits looked just right. Did they ever!

 

[MilkFountain]

Cameras, cameras, cameras . . .

I like control, anticipation and relishing each detail afterward.

A week or so after our friend had stayed to dinner with us and that night, because of a storm, had stayed the night with us, making love several times to my wife, - even once while she was asleep), I called to invite him to visit her once again, but this time without my presence. After the awkward greetings I asked him not to tell her that that he'd heard anything from me.

I had no interest in whether she would be faithful to me or not. I wanted to observe - no, be part of! - her sexuality.

I suggested that he drop in on her just after 8 in the morning, minutes after I'd gone to work. She would most likely still be in the kitchen, cooking, eating or washing dishes. Not expecting visitors, she would still be dressed as I'd left her . . . usually in one of my long sweatshirts or turtleneck pullovers she'd purloined from me. In the warmth of summer I'd never seen her wear either bra or panties, padding around the house barefoot.

Although he was quiet as I talked, I became aware of his breathing, at first inaudible, then clear and quickening. I suggested that he give her time to get used to his presence. Then, once she felt his eyes on her, wait until she was at the sink, her back to him. He might silently approach her from the rear, hug her, bury his face at the base of her neck, where she was amazingly sensitive. and then with both hands, cup her breasts.

I listened to his breathing. He finally asked if it was really okay with me. I reassured him. Then, to be sure, I asked him questions about how the night of the snowstorm had been for him - his favorite moments, what he enjoyed most about her, and what he hadn't done that night, and what he'd like to do to her or with her that he'd thought about afterwards when he was alone. As we said our goodbyes, I sensed his eagerness.

I went to an electronics shop specializing in spyware. I bought eight cameras no bigger than small marbles, placed one among the leaves of fern growing along the inside lintel of the door leading from the garden steps to the kitchen. Commanding a view of the entire kitchen sink and most cupboards, it was invisible to anyone below. Another camera went deep under a shelf, against the wall, and another in a bushy plant on the kitchen nook table. I placed the three cameras to show the entire kitchen. Two of the remaining 5 cameras went in the living room, and then three in the bedroom. all were wireless, connected to my computer upstairs, by line-of-sight or through routers.

Making love to my wife that night I was needy and passionate. She asked why. The next morning I woke early, sucked for a long time on my wife's milk-engorged breasts and then, as I entered her, gave way to our month-old daughter's demands. I kissed both my wife and our baby for long periods as daylight crept into out bedroom. Without cumming, I suddenly withdrew, jumped up and, making an excuse about a bogus early appointment I said I'd forgotten about, asked her to make some coffee, oatmeal, and fresh coffee cake while I showered and dressed. I left her with a stack of dishes, mixing bowls cups and dishes to be washed. I got out the door five minutes after eight.

I went to my office, soon found I couldn't concentrate, visited a friend's home, had a second breakfast with him, and somehow got through the day. When I got home I found my wife cheerful but her eyes floating away from mine. She was solicitous and thoughtful. But as the evening progressed, she seemed to have forgotten the day. She hugged me more often than usual, her arms and lips lingering. After dinner, I went upstairs to my study. I locked the door behind me, sat at the computer, turned it on and quickly found the archive of the day's recordings.

I saw my wife's back. She was at the sink. Barefoot, yes. The same sweatshirt she'd thrown on when she'd jumped out of bed made our breakfast. And barefoot. My hem of my sweatshirt reached her thighs. She turned from the sink to collect more dishes from the breakfast table. Her breasts were round against the soft fabric of my shirt, her milk already replenishing her supply. Our baby would sleep another couple of hours before waking again with hunger. She returned to the sink. I heard a tap on the kitchen door. They greeted each other. I saw him kiss her on the cheek. He sat at the table. She poured him a cup of coffee, standing over him, smiling, as he looked up at her. Neither said anything. She returned to the as yet washed dishes in the sink. Her back to him, arms busy as she scrubbed, hips rocking from side to side as she placed a just rinsed dish in the drain, she asked our guest something I didn't catch, and then, without answering, he rose.

She stopped moving as his arms went around her and I saw the back of his head as it dipped forward. I saw in her softening body the moment that his lips settled into her neck. She laid her head back against him. As her face seemed to look toward the ceiling, nevertheless I knew her eyes closed. Then I saw his arms move slightly, elbows rising to the side. I knew his hands surrounded her breasts. She didn't tense up, For a moment her soft, surrendering stance didn't change. Then she came to life. Slowly, she took his hands from her and, holding them with both of hers, turned to him. Looking up into his eyes (I could see one of hers!), she asked, "What do you want of me?" He said, "Just this," and kissed her on the mouth.

They kissed for what seemed to me a long time. Her body softened once again, and she relaxed against him. He fondled her breasts as he kissed, pulled her hips on his, and then turned her, pushing her gently against the sink. I saw him raise the sweatshirt, fumble with his pants, lower them, push her back until her face was against the wall above the sink, and enter her.

I watched them there, later saw them disappear down the hall, one of her hands trailing behind her and holding one of his. For a long time, I watched them in the bedroom. Later they rose naked, disappeared into the hall, and when they didn't immediately emerge from the other end into the kitchen, assumed they were taking a shower. then emerge from the hallway into the kitchen a while later. He was fully dressed and she had on a bathrobe. I saw them hold each other. I saw him kiss her mouth, squeezing the length of her to him, kiss her neck, and then a breast, sucking it in, his jaw and throat working. At the door she closed her robe carefully, looking down to see all was okay, open the door and let him out. That evening, after seeing the video footage, in bed I asked her how her day was.

 

[Joeknoxville]

Yes pool parties are great for checking out the other wives and daughters. I used to worry about my hard cock being obvious, but have gradually decided I don't care.

I think the girls like it too. My wife and I have often talked about going to a nude beach together (i did this once before i was married). And I would love to watch on a nude beach as other guys oggled her.

Never had complete nudity at our parties. The wives have taken off their tops in the hot tub a few times and only when one or two other couples were involved. And although you can't really see anything, it's amazing how many times a couple sitting next to each other sometimes have one of their hands quite busy under the water. My wife will often have a drink in one hand and my balls in the other. I often wonder if the other husbands/boyfriends are getting the same attention!