Archive-name: 3plus/hotwish1.txt

Archive-author: J. Boswell

Archive-title: Giving Him What He Wants - 1





                           PART ONE



                    (Another Hot Wife Tale)



     Wife, mother, career woman, suburban homemaker -- that's me. 

Nothing out of the ordinary in my life -- or so I thought.

Happily married to Phil for nine years, and the mother of

charming, brilliant, adorable, 6-year-old Bobby, I was

comfortable with my role and responsibilities.  I guess that's

why finding Phil's "secret" was such a shock to my system.

     Let me tell you about it:

......

     It was a beautiful Spring Friday and Phil had volunteered to

help chaperon Bobby's nursery school class on the trip to the

zoo.  I volunteered to stay home from the office, too, and do the

laundry and fill some "Goodwill" bags so we could go to my

Mother's ocean condo for the weekend.  

     (My second reason for staying home was a lot more devious. 

I thought that if I could get rid of a lot of Phil's old clothes,

my frugal C.P.A. husband would be forced to go out and buy some

things that had been made at least since Reagan was president!)

     The closet took longer than I thought it would, but resulted

in a big pile of old clothes.  Then I moved over to Phil's chest

of drawers.  The top drawer yielded more than a few pairs of old

socks that I knew didn't reach Phil's ankles.  The next drawer

turned up underwear that Phil had owned when we got married --

onto the pile they went!  

     The third drawer was a mishmash of sweaters, t-shirts, and

sweatshirts.  As I emptied it, a flash of color in the bottom

caught my eyes.  When I looked closer, I saw it was a thin pile

of photographs obviously cut from magazines, tucked under the

liner paper.

     I lifted them out and was shocked to see that they were

erotic!  I was so surprised because I had never seen Phil even

glance at a PLAYBOY and here were pictures of men and women

blatantly having sex -- and in positions too numerous to count! 

I didn't even know they sold stuff as graphic as this.

     I guess my biggest surprise was that Phil felt compelled to

hide them like a 13-year-old boy.  I was pretty liberal, and it

wouldn't have bothered me in the least if he wanted to buy

magazines like this -- as long as he didn't leave them out for

Bobby to find.  And then I realized that maybe Phil *WAS* hiding

them from Bobby, and not me.

     There were about thirty pages and the theme was the same on

each -- one woman with several men.  The woman in each picture

was being, or was about to be, or had just been penetrated by the

men's large penises.  One photo showed the woman literally being

showered by six ejaculating cocks!  I had to admit, the pictures

were sexy and mildly titillating because they were so graphic,

but they really didn't turn me on (and, in fact, one or two of

them I even considered gross).  But, the more I examined the

photos, the more I realized I had been wrong -- Phil *WAS* hiding

them from me.  Like a zap of lightning, I realized there was

another consistent feature in the photos -- every single woman in

the numerous photos was blonde, blue-eyed, and had large breasts

-- just like me!  

     Was Phil fantasizing it was *ME* in the pictures?  That

thought was more than a little bizarre.  

     I put the photos down and examined the drawer again, and

that's when I found something that *DID* turn me on, and more

than a little.

     In the very bottom of the drawer, carefully wrapped in a t-

shirt, were two pages from a men's magazine, but there were no

pictures.  Each preserved between two stiff, shiny sheets of

clear laminate plastic, the two pages showed their age and heavy

use before laminating.  A couple of corners were missing, the

edges were ragged and torn, and, before being laminated, they had

been folded and opened and refolded until the "X" of the center

fold was a small hole in the center of each page.  I couldn't

imagine how old the pages were or how many times the two pages

had been read.  

     I sat back on our bed and read them to myself for the first

time:

......

THIS MONTH'S EDITOR'S CHOICE...

Dear Editors,

     My wife and I are both in our early thirties, and

although she obviously wasn't a virgin when I married

her, her claim is that I'm the only man in her life.  I

didn't really care who she had fucked, or how many, or

what she said about me being the "only man she's ever

really loved" because I had screwed around, too, and with

at least two other women before we were married.

     But after eleven years of married life, things had

gotten pretty dull for me.  I just knew that a lot of our

friends were probably into casual wife-swapping and I

suggested to the wife that we try to join them for a

party or two - just to see what's going on.  I kept at

it, but she whined and said she didn't want to.  She said

she loved me, and was a married woman and would feel like

a cheap slut screwing another man.  She went on to say

she would be worried about how she'd feel about screwing

a friend or a friend's husband, her guilt, the gossip,

blah, blah, blah.  I got tired listening.

     Since I couldn't persuade her to go along with my

idea, and she sure as hell didn't tell me to go out and

party without her, I decided to see if I could spice up

our sex-life by arranging some excitement.  Maybe if some

spur-of-the-moment fucking took place, then she'd see my

swinging idea was a good one.

     The first time I tried something was over five years

ago, with an out-of-town salesman I met in a bar after

work.  He was a big, muscular guy, sitting next to me at

the bar and bitching about the lack of pussy in the

place.  After a few beers, on impulse, I showed him some

pictures of my wife in a bikini, and as he was drooling

all over them, I asked him if he'd like to do me a favor. 

I told him that my wife was a little kinky and liked some

fresh meat every now and then, and that, occasionally, we

invited a friend in to help her out, and that I liked him

enough to invite him to join us for some fun.  

     He agreed in a flash, the horny bastard.  

     As I drove him to our house, I told him not to take

"no" for an answer from her, that she was a real

cockteaser and that it was just part of her hard-to-get

game.  I told him that for her, "being taken" by a real

man was her hottest turn-on.  This guy was going nuts

listening to my bullshit, almost nodding his stupid head

off.

     When we got home, I was glad to see that my wife

still had her work clothes on.  She works in a big office

and dresses pretty nice each day.  She looked real good

in her fancy white blouse, tight skirt and high heels.

     I introduced the salesman to my wife as my long-lost

Army buddy who was just passing through town.  We fed her

some bullshit story about how he saved my life in a

barroom brawl and how I could never repay him for it.  We

all had a few drinks before and after dinner, and the guy

definitely liked what he saw and was getting friendlier

with her as we took turns dancing with her after dinner.

     After an hour or so, I was making another round of

drinks in the kitchen when I heard some noise from the

family room.  I peeked into the room and saw that the guy

had my wife pinned up against the wall.  She was

struggling against him as he was kissing her hard on the

mouth and he had his hand shoved up under her skirt.  She

managed to push away from him when I entered the room,

and I was heartened to see that things just might get

pretty interesting.

     Figuring they would get nowhere with me around, I

told them that I had just killed the Scotch and that I

would run out for more.  I said that being so far out in

the country, it would take me about forty-five minutes. 

My wife said she wanted to go to the store so I could

stay and talk to my buddy, but I grabbed my keys and

left.  

     I was gone close to an hour.  I figured by the time

I got home, things would be warmed up and I'd join in the

fun.  But, when I got home, I found them sitting at

opposite ends of the sofa, watching TV and talking.  I

was a little disappointed because I couldn't tell if

anything had happened - and it didn't look like anything

had.

     Later, when I drove the guy back to his motel, the

asshole told me that my wife had really resisted him for

a while, turning him on more and more, getting him into

her game.  He said to screw her, he finally had to pin

her down on the floor and rip her panties to get his dick

in.  He said after he came, he yanked her skirt and

blouse and bra off and told her he wouldn't give them

back until she blew him.  He said he was just zipping up

and she was still swallowing his cum and buttoning her

blouse as I pulled into the driveway.   

     It was good to hear that something happened and even

if I didn't get my shot, I was encouraged that I could

set up some fun things and maybe get her into the mood to

spread her precious pussy around a little.  When I got

home, I tried to pry some information from her about what

happened with my "Army buddy" while I was gone, but she

just said he was a jerk and never mentioned a thing about

her fucking and blowing him, and she still refused to

consider swinging.

     Nothing else happened until a few months later, when

we went on our summer vacation.  We stayed in a nice

motel and met three other couples staying there.  During

the week, we went golfing and to the beach with them, and

I noticed the hot looks the guys were giving my wife and

her big tits, even in her conservative bathing suits.  On

the last night together, the eight of us closed the bar

and went back to one of the rooms to continue the party. 

     There was a lot of kissie-feelie going on and I

thought something might soon develop - maybe even a wild

orgy and I'd finally get my ashes hauled by some new

pussy - even if none of the other wives was in my wife's

class for looks and body.  But we never got beyond the

little kisses and the party began to crap out.  Some

people wanted to crash and some others wanted to go eat

at the all-night diner.  After we all split up, there was

me, my wife, and another guy in the room.  This guy had

been ogling my wife all week and that night had been

trying to grab her tits every chance he got.

     When my wife went into the bathroom, I told the guy

I was going back to our room for some sleep.  When I

stepped outside, I heard him lock the door behind me.  I

stepped to the windows, peeked through the blinds I had

left partially opened, and waited to see what would

happen.

     My wife came out of the bathroom and asked the man

where I went.  He told her I went for ice and that she

should wait there for my return.  Then he stepped up to

her and kissed her hard on the lips.  At the same time,

he swiftly unzipped her sexy sundress all the way down

her front.  She started to pull away, and as she did, he

grabbed at her bra strap and ripped the cup off her left

tit.  Then he shoved her down on the bed and began to

suck her naked tit.  As she struggled under him, he

somehow managed to open up her dress and began to pull

her panties down.

     At this point, she really began to put up a fight,

and I almost went to the door, but something inside of me

stopped me.  I couldn't pull myself away from watching

the whole incredible, arousing, hot scene.  My wife --

fucking around with a stranger!  And I had a front-row

seat!

     The guy rolled my wife over onto her stomach, pulled

her dress down off her other shoulder and unhooked her

bra.  After he slid her panties off her long legs, he

dropped his pants and shorts and climbed on the bed, too. 

My wife was still trying to fend him off, but it looked

like she had lost a lot of her fight.  After struggling

with my wife a little more and holding her hands to the

bed, above her head, the guy finally got between her legs

and got his good-sized cock in her and rammed it into her

to the hilt. 

     I suddenly realized that I had one of the hardest

and biggest erections in my life!  I was really enjoying

watching this!

     The guy continued to fuck my wife for at least

another ten minutes, until he came inside her with a big

grunt.  He finally climbed off her and walked into the

bathroom and cleaned his cock.  My wife laid there, on

the bed, gasping and panting, her legs spread wide apart,

her hands still above her head.

     When the guy walked back into the bedroom, he made

another drink and walked over to the bed.  As he stood

there, looking down at my wife, she raised herself up on

her elbow, took hold of his soft prick in her hand, and

gently guided it into her mouth!

     She began to suck him off, first slowly, and then

more and more wildly.  She sucked him for about five

minutes, until he pulled away with another huge erection. 

He then climbed back on the bed, and I watched as my wife

guided his hard cock up her already-filled cunt.

     While they were screwing, I heard the couple who's

room it was coming up the steps.  I ducked around the

corner to get out of sight and was surprised to see that

the drapes on the sliding door on the beach side were

wide open.  I stepped into the shadows to watch from my

new front-row seat.  

     The first guy and my wife didn't stop screwing when

the couple opened the door.  The wife said she didn't

like what was going on in their room and her husband told

her to go back down to the diner ("In case it gets ugly,"

he said) and he would get rid of the screwing couple.

     The wife was barely out the door, when the second

guy stripped off his clothes and got on the bed.  He

immediately began sucking my wife's big tits, and then

soon slid up to where he could press his erect cock

against my wife's lips.  The slut didn't hesitate an

instant.  She sucked him deep into her mouth!  I watched

her take both of these studs on at once!

     The first guy finally had his second orgasm in her

pussy and rolled off her.  The second husband immediately

slid into position and began pounding away in my wife's

noisy-wet cunt.  He only took a few minutes to cum, and

after he was finished, the two men laid there, totally

exhausted.  

     To my shock and amazement, my wife got up and

paraded around the room totally naked.  After she tossed

down a shot of booze like a pro, she asked if either of

the guys was ready to go again.  They both moaned and

said they were spent.

     As she bent to pick up her clothes, I raced back to

our room, undressed, and slid under the covers pretending

to be asleep.  She came in soon after me, quickly

showered and got in bed with me, falling asleep almost

immediately.

     The following morning she asked me where the hell I

went the night before.  I said I had told the other guy

I was going back to our room and that she could follow or

stay and party if she wanted to.  I bugged her about what

happened, but she never said a word about it!  She said

they just sat around talking and drinking.

     After seeing the way she acted like a true, cheap,

low-bred, slut-tramp whore in that motel room, I again

approached her about swinging.  Much to my surprise, she

still refused.  I couldn't figure what her problem was. 

I had watched her be a real whore for two strangers, and

knew she had fucked and sucked another guy's balls dry,

so why wouldn't she agree to a little friendly swapping? 

We argued about it a little more, but I soon let it drop.

     Instead, I realized how much fun I was having

manipulating her into different situations and watching

her whore for other men.  I began to keep a notebook with

dates and times, places and names (where I knew them),

and how I had set up the situation.  Over the past five

years, I have set up thirty-two different arrangements

that have resulted in at least ninety-eight different men

enjoying my wife's raunchy sexual talents.  Each one of

the arrangements was a different set of circumstances,

and I'm proud of my ability at inventing them.

     There have been some great scenes!

     One night, I gave a guy I met in a bar my address

and set it up that he and three friends would burgle my

house, so I could make an insurance claim on an old TV. 

He asked if anyone would be home, and I said, "You should

be so lucky -- my wife is the easiest piece of ass in the

world!"  And she was.  Two of the burglars held her down

for her first fuck, but after that, she fucked and sucked

all four of them dry.  And I watched the whole thing from

our bedroom window!

     She fucked and sucked guys everywhere!  In motel

rooms, on a pool table in the back of a bar, in bar and

mall parking lots, a weekend in a mountain cabin with

five guys, and even in a Frat house full of drunk, horny

young studs after the Homecoming Game!

     The best and the worst time was when I took her to

the Big Stampede and Rodeo in Calgary, Canada.  On the

last day, as we were strolling around the horse barn

area, I told a group of dirty, sweaty cowpokes that the

woman walking along behind me in the short yellow dress

was an expensive, cockteasing hooker with a real "BITCH"

attitude and if they wanted some fun, they should try her

out in the barn.  They were drunk and horny and stupid

enough to try anything and I quickly climbed up into the

loft as they waited for the hooker in the short yellow

dress.  

     They started talking to my wife as she walked by and

when she shook her head at their rude and lewd

propositions and tried to leave, the cowboys grabbed her

and dragged her into the back of the barn.  She yelled

and fought a little, but they threw her on a bunch of

dirty blankets and ripped her clothes off her and I

watched - for the next hour - while what seemed like

every cowboy in Canada took his turn in her mouth, cunt

and ass.  When they finally finished with her, they left

her bare-assed naked, covered with cum, sweat, dirt, beer

and booze.  I watched as she stood on wobbly legs and

stumbled to the open door.  When another group of cowboys

from across the way saw her standing there naked, they

ran over and carried her off into another barn.

     By the time I got down from the loft, she was no

where to be seen.  I searched till I finally left the

area and returned later, looking for her.  I checked and

rechecked the motel room and looked in all the bars, too. 

I even reported her missing to the security people, but

they weren't worried, telling me she just got lost in the

crowd.  Of course, I knew, but couldn't tell them, that

the last time I saw her she was naked as a baby in the

barn area with all those horny cowboys!

     Finally, at about four in the morning, I heard the

motel room door open.  I pretended to be asleep as she

and some man stepped inside.  I heard her thank him for

the blanket and the ride home as she handed him the

cloth.  He grabbed her big tits and said he wanted to

fuck her again.  My wife shushed him to be quiet and she

laid down on the floor.  The guy dropped his pants and

fucked her hard, right there, in the room with her

husband!  He left, and she crawled into the other bed and

immediately fell asleep.  She was so exhausted, she

didn't even stir when I removed the sheet and looked at

her body covered with dirt, stale booze, cum, and love

marks.

     Believe it or not, she still never mentioned any of

these events to me.  The next day, she told me she had

lost her purse and spent all that time she was gone

looking for it and waiting for it to show up at the "lost

and found" booth.  What bullshit!  I guess I never will

know how many cowboys screwed her that day!  

     Anyway, I love what I've worked out.  I wish I could

watch her fuck and suck ten different guys every night of

the year!

     In five years, the only scene I arranged that she

balked at was when I tried to set up a party at a nearby

Army base.  I wanted to see just how many men she could

screw at one time, without stopping.  Some GI I met in a

bar was going to get us into one of the barracks and just

let the guys line up until she couldn't take any more, or

there were no guys left.  I told the GI that I was

bringing a real, live nymphomaniac, and that there was no

limit to the number of cocks she could handle.  He said

that he could easily guarantee fifty guys, probably more. 

I guess she got wind of the fact that the "party" was

going to be an all-night gang-bang, and I could never set

it up with her.

     I still enjoy setting up situations for guys to

screw my wife, but I don't think she wants any more out-

of-control mass sex encounters - like the rodeo - so I

try to limit the number of men to four or five, or less. 

With all this sex she has participated in, she has never

once mentioned any of it to me.  But, I think she

probably knows that I'm responsible for all or most of it

(or, at least, that I know and cooperate).  I don't know

if she knows I love watching it, but from watching her in

action, I know she's a cheap slut who damn well loves

every second of it!

--- signed "Master Match Maker"

.......

     What an outrageous tale!

     I just sat there on the bed, and let my breathing calm down. 

I wasn't sure exactly which parts had turned me on.  Maybe it was

the forbidden sex, or being taken, or even the gang-bangs (all

are deep, forbidden, *NASTY* thoughts for a "nice" woman like me

to think).  It certainly wasn't the author.  I thought he was a

creep and an asshole, who couldn't even personalize "his wife"

with a name in his long letter.  I couldn't figure why the wife

wouldn't mention anything to her husband, except that maybe he

was such a creep and she didn't care if he knew or not, or she

didn't want to give him the satisfaction that she knew they were

his games.

     Then I began thinking about finding the letter hidden away

in Phil's drawer.  Were the letter and the photos a strong and

recurring fantasy for Phil?  Did he want to see me take on groups

of strangers?  Bizarre, and not like Phil at all, but what else

was I to think?  

     Then I wondered...  Had Phil ever tried to set up an 

"arrangement" and I didn't realize it at the time?  

     I sat there thinking about that, and one time I could

remember was about 18 months ago when Phil was hosting a poker

night.  All his poker buddies were at the house when he called

from the office and said he would be very late, but that they

should stay, play cards, and eat the food -- which they did.  I

retired to the bedroom and read a novel for the night.  Phil

showed up about an hour after he called and played cards with his

friends.  I couldn't remember if he tried to pump me for

information about what had happened before he got home, but not

having read the letter, I would have never made the connection.  

     Then another time came to mind.  Not long after we were

married, Phil and I went on a fishing trip and I was the only

woman.  We drove down in the afternoon and stayed in a motel

overnight, going out on the boat before dawn, the next day.  Phil

and I had dinner and, later, drinks that night with four other

fishermen in our motel room.  

     And there were other times that now, in light of the letter

I just read, seemed suspicious.  A big company picnic where Phil

just disappeared for an hour or so, a night at a bar after a

softball game, when Phil went out to the car to sleep -- even on

our honeymoon!  How long had Phil had the letter?

     I really began to wonder.

     I began to read the letter, again.  And, this time, I found

myself lowering the zipper on my jeans and letting my hand move

under my panties, until my fingers found my already-hard and wet

clit.  I gently stroked and squeezed the little nub as I read the

letter over and over, until, in a great rush, I had a long and

wonderful orgasm.

     After I composed myself, I carefully replaced the pages and

photos just as I had found them in Phil's drawer and decided I

would act like I had never found the letter and photos.  If my

husband wanted to have a little secret, he certainly deserved

some privacy about it.

     And then I realized something.  I had used the letter to

turn me on and help me reach an orgasm, just as I'm sure Phil had

used it in the past.  Now, we had both masturbated reading the

same thing.  That letter was a turn-on for both of us!

     Life resumed its regular rhythms, and nothing out of the

ordinary occurred.  Occasionally, I'd check Phil's drawer and I

could tell the pictures and the letters had been handled, but I

never saw Phil anywhere near them.



              ...CONTINUED IN PART TWO...



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