A Brief History
(MMF, exh, voy, reluc, wife, alcohol) A brief history of how taking little steps can sometimes lead to something very memorable. In this case, memorable events with my wife.
by DaringCanuck (firstname.lastname@example.org)
I like to think of myself as a fairly normal guy. It's hard to hide the fact that I think about sex all the time. My friends realize this a little as my humour manages to include sex to a large degree. Most people who talk to me most likely wouldn't realize just how big a part of my life it is.
Although I am happily married, I'm always seeking sex with a bit of an edge. Over the years I've been involved with a number of local women I met through various internet personal services as well as a few from work. Many of these women have had a distinctive submissive nature to them and allowed me to do things with them that some men might dream of. Despite this, those times I've managed to get my wife involved in things, even to a small degree, provide me with the biggest pleasure.
I think my wife always new about this drive in me, but largely took a don't ask, don't tell approach. Every once in a blue moon though, she'd surprise me with a bit of willingness or initiative that I don't always see. Over the years, bit by bit, usually during drunk sex sessions, I've let her into my private pleasures a little bit at a time. Over the years she's learned more about my exhibitionistic tendencies and my desire to show her off.
Probably the first time she surprised me was one of the times we were away from town on a camping trip. We were hiking in the mountains and stopped for a rest. It was a scorching hot day and we were high enough that a nice cool wind would snap up now and again. It was a fairly popular area and we ran into people quite frequently on the hike.
During the rest, my wife looked at me and asked if I had my digital camera. It was a pretty recent purchase that we hadn't had very long. I said yes and she just got up and told me to come with her. We moved a little ways off the trail and behind a big boulder. She didn't say anything when we got there and just started stripping.
Although I had requested she pose ever since I first met her, she had adamantly refused. I was pretty sure she was worried about me sharing her pictures. So I was caught completely off guard and she had to tell me to get my camera. Thank god for large memory cards because I went crazy before she told me to come over and fuck her.
I have to admit, I was so excited I didn't last long before cumming. I was going to go a second time but I guess the mood passed and a quickie was what she needed, because she stopped me, we got dressed and continued on our hike.
That was the first time she surprised me. Although I tried to get her to pose for me again, at home and out hiking on other trips, she always refused.
Months later, at a wedding of one of her friends, we all got more drunk than we had in years. Perhaps a bit too drunk. She was one of the bridesmaids and was wearing a strapless formal dress. Somewhere late in the evening, we were sitting around the table with her friends snapping pictures with the disposable cameras.
One guy took a camera and started snapping pictures down his pants. The same guy then crawled under the table and tried getting pictures up some of the girl's skirts. I was so drunk most of what I saw was very, very blurred. I wasn't the exception at the table.
For some reason I got an urge when I saw him under the table by us, my wife's dress was a full length one and I just reached down and hauled it up. She let out a little squeal and the guy under the table yelled out something unintelligible, with everyone else at the table bursting into laughter.
Even in my drunken state though I noticed something. Although my wife was "fighting" with me to get her dress back down, she hadn't clamped her legs together. I was turned towards her in my seat, my left hand holding up the dress, my right on her left thigh, and I noticed she could have easily clamped her legs together but didn't.
I don't know what inspired me, but I just leaned over a little, grabbed the edge of her panties and pulled them to the side. I still remember the distinctive click of the camera under the table and a loud "woo hoo!"
Time seemed to slow down and I remember the shocked look on my wife's face. I don't know if it took longer than it did, but she seemed to pause, letting it happen, giving the guy under the table a few moments, before snapping her legs together. She didn't mention the incident when we got home, but we jumped into bed and had a very intense, somewhat rough, sex session before the booze took the last of our stamina and we passed out.
It was a pretty uneventful winter and spring with the next memorable even happening at the beginning of summer. We'd gone on a nice relaxing camping trip to a lake just a few hours from home. The drive back was a bit tedious and well, I got bored. My wife looked just as bored and on the border of falling asleep.
While driving I reached over and gave her breast a little squeeze. She just looked over and gave me a little, "oh well, that's my husband" kind of smile. I did that a few times before reaching between her legs and squeezing her pussy over her shorts. She let out a little sigh and closed her eyes. I thought she was going to just go asleep. I groped her pussy a bit more and then, looking like she'd fallen asleep, stopped and focused on driving.
When I hadn't touched her in a bit, she opened her eyes and looked at me and just said, "Why'd you stop?"
I immediately resumed and even went further, pulling the legs of her shorts up and fingering her pussy. After a bit, I tried to undo the button on her shorts and pull down the zipper. It was a task that was beyond my one hand dexterity. She surprised me, by just doing it herself and pulling her shorts down to her knees. I didn't hesitate and went to town fingering her, playing with her clit and trying to get her legs spread further.
That entire time I was having a bugger of a time trying to keep from crashing, looking at my wife with her legs spread wide and peeking at traffic coming towards us to see if there was any indication that anyone could see. At a point, she lowered her seat back a little and without warning, put both her feet up on the dash. I could hear her breath get ragged and I went to town fingering her, trying to bring her over the edge. The truth though was that I wanted it to last forever.
Despite our speed, I could see some people in taller vehicles (trucks, rigs, motor homes) doing a double take. I knew that they could see my wife, or at a minimum, figure out what we were doing. At a point, she just looked up at me and said, "Pull over."
I found a little side road moments later and we went just a little ways up it before she told me to stop. She then pulled me over on top of her and it was seconds before my shorts were around my ankles and I was thrusting into a sopping wet pussy. Despite the discomfort, we were there for a while. My knees were raw and my back was a mess by the time I put my third load of cum into my wife's pussy. She had a very restful nap the remaining drive back home.
Later that summer, it was 2004, something happened that was what I thought, the pinnacle of her surprising me. Thinking back to it, and other experiences, I have to wonder if there is something about weddings, or just the alcohol flowing that gets my wife going.
That event got me so excited that it was the thing that I first put down in writing and shared with the internet community. I wont share it all here now, but I will share a little. I'll also admit, while its something I remember with horny fondness, I'll also used to get scared that I may have crossed a line. Bringing her home after a staggette party, with her being probably the most drunk I had ever seen her, I made a detour. I took her to a park that I had taken a few submissive lovers to.
Those people in the UK may know of a term called dogging. That's why I took her to the park. My intent had been to have sex with her in the car, letting men watch us with her unaware. However, things quite often work out differently then you plan.
There are two images from that night that will be in burned in my mind forever. The first was lying on my belly on the ground, looking forward, and despite the dark, seeing the thick cock of this big bear of a man stretching the lips of my wife's pussy. The second was me standing, looking down on them, seeing him stiffen and almost convulse, squeezing his arms around my wife, knowing he was dumping his cum into her.
I have to admit, when fantasy becomes reality, although there is excitement, there is an awful lot of worry. Despite my wife conveniently being unable to remember the later part of the evening, things were quite tense between us for months. I don't know if it was my worry that was affecting things or if her memory wasn't as blank as she let on. She never mentioned the incident or ever let on that she remembered even a portion of it. It took the good part of half a year before things got back to normal for us. Despite that, whenever I masturbated, it was that night I pictured in my head while I busily pumped my hand around my cock.
The next memorable event happened the following summer. Friends of ours that had been together for many years finally decided to make it official and get married. Us boys celebrated as usually with a drunken stag party with our group of old men moving from bar to bar in town.
For some reason, the wives arranged the staggette for the bride on the same evening. Later in the evening, both groups ended up running into each other. Given the amount of cell phone conversations I'm pretty sure it wasn't an accident.
The men were definitely much worse for wear than the ladies. One of the things we had been up to was asking perfect strangers to flash the groom. I think the whole idea came from all the late night advertisements of girls gone wild. I'm amazed we didn't get slapped or into fights. Most just laughed us off, but some obliged. Sometimes with as little encouragement as buying them a shooter or providing a little tip.
When the groups met up it was a little awkward at first. Despite that, there were enough of us so far gone that it didn't matter. We were so far gone in fact that one of the guys tried to convince the wives to flash. They were quite surprised by our success during the evening and we provided them all the details of our successful negotiations.
We were caught quite by surprise when one of the ladies (her husband wasn't with us) whipped up her shirt to show off herself in her full glory. The men erupted into howls and catcalls. The women were part screams, part laughter and part shock. The last thing any woman should do is give a poor old dirty drunk man any bit of hope. That quick little moment of weakness gave more of the boy's courage enough to essentially start begging the ladies to flash.
Some of the men were trying to get other wives to flash, some were trying to get their own wives to flash. One of them finally did agree to do it but only if she didn't do it alone. We were all blown away when after a lot of negotiations, two of the others agreed, surrounded the groom and shoved their tits in his face. Although it was brief, I was in heaven. Not only by seeing two sets of tits I thought I'd never see, but also by seeing the tits attached to my wife beside the other two pairs. My best friend was sitting beside the groom at the time and gave me an ear to ear grin.
I'm not sure why that particular event proved to be such a pivotal point in our life. After it, I have to admit, the topic of her showing off came up more and more during our sex sessions. In particular, the topic of my best friend getting an eyeful was something that kept coming up over and over. As well, we started to become more verbal during sex, expanding on the fantasies she knew I had about showing her off.
Sometimes after little get togethers and bbq's we'd have amazing sex, talking about the times I caught various friends taking peeks at her. As well, she became more and more comfortable with not wearing a bra. I'd always encouraged her to show off "the girls" and that was one of the little pleasures (her braless) that I always enjoyed. I tried to encourage her to try to make some of my tamer fantasies reality but she held back.
What I considered little, like posting faceless pictures of her on the internet and having sex in front of a webcam were big no-no's. However, we did end up having more sex outdoors while hiking and biking. As well, during highway trips, she became more and more comfortable having sex in rest stops. The further we were from home, the more willing she was to be less careful.
I can't count the number of times I saw someone discreetly watching us from wooded areas. I also know that some of the times my wife spotted them as well. She never made it apparent though, never stopped me and always let me finish before we rushed off.
Now the reason I've shared this little history. A month ago, August, we went camping at a lake a few hours from home. A few of our friends joined us, along with their families. My wife and I stand out as one of the few couples in our group without children. There were enough kids of various ages that they managed to take care of themselves most of the time. It was quite relaxing for all of us to get together and just enjoy ourselves. The drinks flowed and we kept ourselves busy playing board and card games and reminiscing.
Later on in the evening, with the kids asleep and many of us feeling no pain, the reminiscing took a decided turn towards our more embarrassing and sexual escapades throughout our youth. Bit by bit though, we lost more and more of our group until it was just my best friend, my wife and I sitting around a campfire.
It was a nice warm night and the three of us were just having a good time reminiscing. Well, he and I were reminiscing while my wife was just relaxing. I remember having my arm around her shoulders and noticed my friend looking her over.
I don't even think the thought registered in my brain before my hand slipped under the neck of her shirt and sought out her breast. I just brought my hand over it and gave it a gentle squeeze. She didn't even budge. She just let me grope her while she stared into the fire. I guess she must have been a little frisky as well because while I was squeezing her breasts and playing with her nipples she just turned to me and started kissing me deeply. Neither of us said a word to each other, but there we were, sitting across the fire from my best friend, kissing passionately and wrapped around each other like we were all alone.
It was then that my drunken brain registered that maybe she was letting me live out one of my more frequent fantasies. We had talked many times during sex about having sex in various places with not just strangers, but friends watching. My best friend was just one of those names that came up frequently when the topic went that way. I didn't want to freak her out or push things too fast, but I couldn't hold back.
I think I was trying to convince myself that I was doing it slowly, but I think I was moving much faster than I was trying. I ended up moving my free hand under her shirt from the bottom. While groping her I started moving my elbow up and away, dragging her shirt up with it. She didn't flinch at all as her breasts came into view. Not so much as a gasp or shiver as I pushed her shirt up around her neck and started to suckle her tits.
She tilted her head back and I could see her eyes were closed. She just let me go to town on her neck and breasts, in full sight of my buddy. I looked over at him frequently and each time he seemed to be leaning more and more over the fire, his eyes fixed open. When I made my next move, I honestly thought she'd stop me. I reached down and fondled her pussy through her pants. Not only did she not stop me, she spread her legs.
I probably should have been more cautious, I probably should have taken my time. The thing was when she spread her legs I just reached under the elastic band of her pants and shoved my hand in, straight to her pussy. She was sopping wet and my finger slid right into her. I ground my palm onto her clit and inserted more and more fingers as I finger fucked her. I tried the same stunt of moving my arm away from her body, trying to get her pants down, but despite my repeated attempts I didn't get more than the elastic band a little further down.
As she had in the car long before, she caught me unaware when she quickly pulled her pants past her knees. She didn't open her eyes, she didn't look up, she just whipped them down, spread her legs as far as they could go in the chair, even slouched down in the chair a little. As I leaned over her, she wrapped her arms around my neck and held on. Although it was uncomfortable, I wouldn't have dreamed of complaining. There she was, fully exposed, the campfire lighting her up, my friend almost falling into the fire as his eyes soaked up ever detail of her body.
At a point I could tell she was getting closer and closer to an orgasm. I think she had been talking to me for a little while before I even noticed. However, I did finally clue into her whispering in my ear, "Are you sure? Are you sure?" over and over.
I just kept repeating yes every time she said it. Her breath got more and more ragged and finally her legs clamped together on my hand and she stiffened, little shivers running through her body. When her orgasm had subsided, her grip relaxed on my neck and her body went limp in the chair. I leaned back and looked at her. Her head was lolled back over the top of the chair, her body was totally flushed. She made no move at all to cover herself. I actually thought she might fall asleep like that right there, if I let her.
Although it took her some time, she did start to move again. I was surprised when she titled her head up and looked right at my friend. I thought she'd immediately pull all her clothes back in place but she sat there for a while, staring into the fire, completely exposed. She finally did decided to pull herself together and stood up. She looked a bit confused but wandered around the camp a bit and finally came back up to us.
She said she wanted to go to the washrooms and when I got up she said no and said she needed to talk with our friend. They headed off down the access road towards the washrooms and I have to admit, I began to worry. Despite my drunkenness I knew she'd be freaked out and worried about him telling someone. I only hoped he was sober enough to say whatever ever things she needed to hear to alleviate her fears.
When they returned, she gave him a hug at the entrance to our campsite and walked up while he continued down the road to his campsite. We went to bed as soon as she got back. I wasn't sure what to do, worried that I'd upset her.
I was actually surprised when she whispered to me. She did sound upset. She said something about that she shouldn't have done it. She said that I wasn't even interested in touching her anymore. That she knew it was a mistake. She even began to sob a little. I wrapped my arms around her and tried to comfort her.
We didn't talk but at a point, despite my worry, the warmth of her gave me my erection again and she took notice of it. I have to admit, I was surprised when she turned herself upside down and proceeded to take my cock in her mouth. My wife will admit that she doesn't like giving bj's, that they make her uncomfortable. She reserves them essentially for special occasions or when she's especially drunk. I wasn't sure which way it qualified that time. She took her time which was also a rarity.
At a point, I reached over and pulled her pussy closer to my face. I lapped up her juices, marvelling at how juicy she still was, at how wet her thighs were. When I was getting into things she rolled on top of me, putting us in a 69, grinding her pussy into my face. I have to admit, it was hard to concentrate, she was going to town on my cock. It was the most memorable blowjob she had ever given me. I wanted it to last. I wanted to savour every moment of this rare occasion. This marvelous bj from the woman who thought she was no good at them.
She surprised me further by giving me some very direct instructions on how she wanted me to eat her pussy. It was a first. She had always pretty much lied back and let me do my thing. I was having trouble holding my cum in my balls and was relieved when she brought her mouth away from my cock and arched her back, grinding her pussy against my jaw. She began grinding her pussy against my face the same as when she would grind against my pubic area. It wasn't gentle, but it was erotic. I think she had to keep repeating herself a lot because by the time I heard any instructions she was getting pretty aggravated. She wanted my tongue as far in as it would go. She humped my tongue as if it was a little cock.
It was easy tell she was getting closer to a second orgasm, another rarity with us, and she was completely focused on getting herself over that edge. I was having trouble hearing what she was saying, her words were more gasps and grunts then actual English. It was at a point not moments from when she came that I heard her repeating over and over, "Get all of him out of me!"
I have to admit I was confused and didn't even realize what she was getting at until after she came and was lying on top of me. In the silence I realized, he'd fucked her when they went to the washroom. I hadn't been just eating my wife's pussy. I'd been eating her pussy that had recently been filled with my friend's cum. I was blown away.
I think she just wanted to sleep after her that. My adrenalin and excitement were washing away my drunkenness, leaving complete horniness in its place. I rolled my wife onto her back and just mounted her. Nothing delicate, no talking, just me climbing on top of her and me shoving my cock as far as it would go into her pussy. I wasn't in the least bit tired, and just kept going and going and going. Although we finally did fall asleep, I wasn't down for long before I woke up and mounted her again. She tried to sleep in but kept getting disturbed by her horny husband waking her up.
I have to admit, the way my wife acted the next day, you would never had guessed that anything had happened. Unfortunately, a few people seemed to think there was something off with how both my friend and I were acting. Luckily, everyone seemed to believe us that it was just an effect of getting old and having too much to drink the night before.
My wife and I had a little private hike together. The tone was pretty serious and she was very nervous. She seemed to think that despite the number of times that I had discussed my fantasies with her, she was very scared that I was upset and that it would tear us apart.
Although it was easy to tell she wasn't in a frisky mood, I did manage to get her to a remote area where we ended up naked in the grass together. I was fucking her doggy style when I tried to encourage her to share the details of her tryst. It took a lot of encouragement and she seemed to not want to tell me. The thing is, once she started to talk about it, I could feel the change in her juices. Her wetness just kept building as she told me more and more. I had to pry most of the details out of her but by the time I came, I had a perfect understanding of everything that had happened.
We didn't get dressed right away. We lied out in the sun, enjoying the warmth. At a point she started fondling my cock with her hand and it didn't take me long to get hard again. When I mounted her again, I took my time with slow gentle strokes and grinding. I'm not sure why I thought about it, but looking down on her and thinking of everything that happened, my mind wandered back to the time I took her to the park after the staggette party.
I don't know what gave me the courage to ask. For some reason, while I was looking at her, she opened her eyes and could tell something was up. She asked me what was wrong, clearly worried about what I might say. I caught her totally off guard when I asked her to honestly tell me what she remember about the night after her friend D's staggette. It was instantly clear that she remembered something from the way she was biting her lip. The look in her eyes that told me she was weighing the pros and cons of telling me.
Instead of saying anything though, she moved her knees up, stretched her legs and wrapped them tight around my waist. When she had me in a firm grip, she started thrusting up, meeting my thrusts and slamming our groins together. Every few moments I would ask her again what she could remember and her smile grew bit by bit. Again, without saying a word, she wrapped me tighter in her legs and thrust up towards me.
After a while, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. She was getting closer to an orgasm and in between gasps said to me "don't you remember me doing this to him that night?". Instantly I had a picture in my head of the big bear of a man on top of her in the grass. My perception at the time had been that she was on the border of passing out and that he had mounted her and fucked her hard.
When I thought back to it though I remembered two things I hadn't paid much attention to. Firstly, at a point he was hunched up, almost doubled over, with his big hands grasping under her, holding her ass off the ground. Secondly, her legs had been wrapped firmly around him. She hadn't just been drunk, she had been fucking him.
When that realization hit me was also when she whispered to me, "I remember it all." It was too much for me, I instantly stiffened, forcing my cock as deep in her as I could and pumped what little cum I had remaining inside of her.
There were a lot of conversations since then. A lot of secrets that we've shared with each other. I'm not sure where things will go from here. I do know that my wife isn't as different from me as I may have first thought.