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TOUCH

My wife and I have been married for just over nine years and we have a
good relationship. We have always been faithful to each other and
although the subject of swinging has been broached and fantasised
about the actual act is far from a reality. My wife is 31, tall, slim
with lovely legs and small breasts, she is very attractive and often
turns heads when out and about. She is also very flirtatious and takes
any opportunity at parties to perform to onlooking husbands with
suggestive talk and accidental touches. She has a knack of ensuring
the situation is safe avoiding any unwanted gropes by never being
stuck alone with any individual or group of men without the restraint
of myself or there wives. It is all fairly innocent as there is no
suggestion of anything more than what they are offered, just a means
of titillating for both parties.I personally love it as it is a form of
compliment to me as I know she is my wife and it is me she will go
home with. The added bonus is that it makes her very horny and sex
when we get home is always hot and rampant.

But During our marriage there has been a few instances which have come
very close to the mark. They have all been one offs and never pursued
although some I have sort of instigated and all of them I could have
stopped but chose not to. As I've said, we don't swing but the
presence of others and chanced upon sexual encounters have occasionally
crept into our relationship and it is probably better for it.

This is the first time anything ever happened to us of a sexual nature
and in some ways started the ball rolling as far as I was
concerned. We had been married about 4 years, had no kids and loved to
party.

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It was a pre-Christmas office party at a company a close friend of
ours worked at. Although we only knew our friend and his wife, after a
few drinks to loosen us up we were chatting with various people we had
been introduced too. There was one particular man called Albert that had
taken a shine to Alison, my wife. He was a fairly chubby short man in
his mid forties, brash and exceptionally lecherous. He was probably an
attractive man in his youth, but good living had taken its toll.
His wife was about his age but was his complete opposite. She was
timid and well kept, spoke to few people and on the few times I tried,
I quickly ran out of pleasantries. She seemed to tolerate her husbands
lechery, sitting quietly on her own why he chatted, laughed and
drank with with any woman that wouldn't manage to get away from his
wandering hands.

He had first spotted and moved over to Alison when the party had been
going a while and we had all had a fair few drinks. I had just gone to
the bar to top us up, leaving her standing with our friends by the dance
floor. While waiting for the drinks I saw her introduced to him and
being dragged off for a dance. She was making polite conversation as
she danced, looking unbelievably sexy in her long, low cut evening
dress.
By the second dance she was staring to really get in the swing of it
gyrating her hips while she rested her hands on his shoulders his eyes
fixed to her body, grabbing her hips with both hands to help them
sway. They danced like this for another two dances, but when the music
slowed she declined his requests to continue and returned to our group.

As the party wound down we headed back to our friends house, who lived
round the corner, as we were staying there the night. This was a
common arrangement whenever we came into town for a night out with
them as they had a large three bedroom flat. They had dragged a group
of their friends back to continue the party there, amongst whom was
Albert and his wife. During the remainder of the evening Albert sat
opposite Alison, taking any opportunity, as she moved, to look up
her dress and catch a sigh of her knickers. Alison was surprisingly
unhelpful, only giving him a glance by accident every now and then as
she moved to giggle with the two women sitting either side of her. I
could see in his face this was making him even more turned on, but I'm
sure she was unaware of the whole thing, as thats not really her thing.

As people started to leave we headed of to our beds, leaving a rather
pissed and frustrated looking Albert in the same seat he had been in
all evening. We were also rather drunk, dropped our clothes in a heap,
jumped into bed, fondled a bit and although with great intent on
something more, fell asleep.

I woke up some time during the night dying to go to the toilet, cursing
not going before I went to sleep. I staggered out to the toilet and
was glad of the release, returning to bed awake and rather horny.
Alison was lying on her stomach as I slid back under the covers, so I
took the opportunity to caress her back and then her buttocks. I ran
my hand along the inside of her thigh and then up between her buttocks
just touching the pubic hair around her soft lips, then over her anus
and softly back up her spine. Not even a movement. She was sound
asleep, my advances were redundant and my frustrations compounded
by the feel of her tender skin.

I lay there for what seemed like hours trying to get to sleep or
switch my thoughts to other things than this beautiful creature lying
naked next to me. I heard a door open down the corridor some movement
and then the toilet flush. I listened dreamily to the noises waiting
for the door to close again and all return to the sounds of the
night. But it never came, and the harder I listened the more I became
aware of someone moving near our slightly open door. I slowly opened
my eyes and stared over the top of my sleeping wife, peering through the
moonlit gloom to see if I could see what was going on. The door was
slowly pushed open with a delicate touch and there stood Albert in his
dressing-gown. I quickly closed my eyes and lay there, my heart
beating fast straining to here and sound. My mind was swimming, why
was he here? He must have stayed the night in the other spare room. I
opened my eyes just a slit and looked at him once more. He hadn't
moved, just standing there holding open the door with one hand and 
staring straight at the bed. My eyes wanders down Alison still lying
on her stomach covered except for one leg that was protruding from its
warm haven. Her legs were spread slightly but he couldn't see a thing,
only a bit of thigh at most. 

The thought of him standing there staring at Alison, seemed to stir my
previously horny thoughts and I wanted to show him a little more. I
figured I couldn't just pull the covers back a bit otherwise he would
know I was awake, and I certainly didn't want him to think I was
inviting him in. I also didn't want to show too much, it would have
been unfair on Alison if I were to expose her fully to this mans
stares. Just a bit more thigh and perhaps the hint of her most private
parts. The though had make me stiff and my stomach started to tighten
as the excitement of the situation rose within me. There was a mirrored
wardrobe that ran the length of the room on my side of the bed so I
figured if I rolled over I could take a bit of the covers with me and
still see him and his face in the mirror with a lot less chance of him
seeing I was awake.

I could hardly move with the anticipation of what I was about to do. I
had never done anything like this before and was sure that Alison
would not be please if she knew, but It was just a bit of leg and she
had shown a lot more when she was on the beach. But the whole
situation seemed sordid and dirty which heightened my sexual
arousal. It was decided and I grabbed the covers from underneath, and
as naturally as possible rolled to face away from my wife and towards
the wardrobe doors. On my way over I grunted a bit, trying to make it
sound like deep sleep noises and kept my eyes tightly shut till all
seemed calm again, or at least till my heart had stopped making so
much noise. I slowly opened them again and peered into the mirror,
half expecting Albert to have gone, but he was still there, bold as
brass leaning forward though the door staring intently at my wife. I
then looked over at her, the mirror view making the room seem that
little bit darker, and to my shock I had uncovered her too much. She
hadn't moved, her legs spread slightly her delicate white bottom
exposed to the air and he was looking right between her legs.

Panic set in for a moment, as I wondered what to do. Should I stir and
go to sit up like I have just woke to go to the toilet? Maybe roll
back over and put my arm around Alison with the covers as if still
asleep. I opened my eyes again, after shutting them to collect my
thoughts, so as to assess the situation, but it had all
changed. Albert was slowly moving towards the bed so I shut my eyes
again and panicked a bit more, my heart beating out its loud drum
beat, which I was sure he was going to here. I felt him sit gently on
the bed and when I eventually opened my eyes to see what was happening
I saw his hands softly rubbing Alisons buttock. She didn't stir.

I watched, amazed not at what was happening but at how I was
feeling. My cock ached with its hardness and my head was swimming with
feelings of lust. I was so turned on by the whole thing I was near
bursting point. I could see his hand clearly as its snaked around the
contours of her buttocks occasionally dipping between them or running
gently down the back of her legs. He reached with his other hand into
his dressing gown and although I couldn't see, was sure he was
stroking himself as he rubbed Alisons buttocks. She was sound asleep
still and totally oblivious of the happening around her. I looked up
as his face as it stared down with wild eyes at the beautiful sight
below him as he caressed the tender flesh exposed to his greedy lust.

At that point he glanced in my direction and I closed my eyes
tight. My heart raced again, as I wondered if he saw my eyes open, but
reassured myself that unless he looking in the mirror there was no way
he could tell. I kept my eyes shut straining, to hear every sound. I
could feel his slight movement through the bed as he bounded quicker
and quicker on his cock. With my eyes shut my mind played with my
sexually aroused state as I imagined his fat little fingers parting my
wifes lips and pressing themselves into her vagina, feeling the warmth
of her inner body. I could resist no more and I slowly opened one
eye. The reality was quite different. He had stopped rubbing her
and was concentrating on himself with vigour, still staring between her
legs.

He suddenly moved to stand and I shut my eyes tight once more. I felt
his weight press on the bed, a little carelessly, and a small gasp
involuntarily escaped his lips. I felt his weight move from the bed
once more and then the room fall into silence. I tried to breath
normally but my breaths were hard to expel trying to catch the
slightest sound. I was sure he was staring straight at me as I tried
to relax, sure that my body was about to go into involuntary shakes
from the tension it was withholding. I could hear him breathing as he
stood next to the bed and my body ached to move. Just as I thought I
could hold it no more I heard the faint sounds of his feet on the
carpet and then the toilet light being put on. I rolled onto my back
and took a deep breath, my heart bounding in my head. I lay there eyes
wide open not moving any more until I heard his bedroom door shut.

I sat up and glanced over at Alisons still exposed body, noticing
her legs had been spread much wider. The crack between her buttocks
glistened and I leaned forward to take a closer look. Cum filled the
area around her anus and a stream lead between her legs, some getting
caught in her pubic hair, the rest making a small pool on the
bed sheets.

I must have sat there playing for quite a while afterwards, parting
her lips with two fingers and pushing the cum from her buttocks so it
dribbled past my wifes vaginal entrance, lubricating her dry cunt with
Alberts cum. Alison never woke, and after relieving myself I lay awake
going over what had happened, sometimes taking my thoughts a little
further. It was an experience like I had never had and the sexual
tension was just like having sex for the first time. I decided that I
wouldn't tell Alison but wanted to do it again, next time with her
consent.







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