Message-ID: <21906asstr$945655801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Joe Subject: {ASSM} "Displaying Mari" wife exhib. first of a series? Lines: 245 X-Original-Message-ID: <83jgla$mgk$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Sun Dec 19 20:54:03 1999 GMT Date: Sun, 19 Dec 1999 21:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman The following may or may not be the first of a series. Your comments would be appreciated and will help me to decide whether or not to continue. The following is intended solely for adults in regions where it is legal to read such stories. Minors should have better things to do. Copyright 1999, all rights reserved by author. This story may not be reposted or reprinted anywhere, anyhow. Don't be a scumbag, if you want to use the story contact me first and I'm sure something can be worked out. JumpinJoe. "Displaying Mari" What can I say? I know I'm sick, I know what I feel and what I want isn't right, but I can't help it. There's something about the thought of my wife getting her brains fucked out by another guy- doesn't even matter who it is--that turns me on. Seeing her exposed, humiliated, soiled.... I suppose if I had to explore the "why" of it all" I might say that it is because, over the years of marriage, I've come to see her as my "wife" and not so much as a woman. This is only natural, I suppose. But when I see her doing these "things" with another man, I am able to see her from another's eyes, so to speak. I'm able to see her as a woman again, and as a really slutty woman at that. I probably also have a little bit of a sub/dom fetish too, but that's enough psychoanalysis for the day... It started off, as I'm sure these things always do, in small steps. The first time I realized that I got a thrill out of another man seeing my wife as a sexual object was about 5 years ago. We were standing on my balcony, my wife, my friend and I, smoking cigarettes. We had just moved there so we didn't have any furniture, but my wife wouldn't let us smoke inside (despite the fact that she liked to smoke too) so we were all outside on the balcony. It was a nice, cool day and my wife--I might as well tell you her name--Mari was wearing a nice, light spring dress. Since there was no furniture Joe (my friend) and I stood and my wife sort of squatted down on her heels, not sitting but not standing either. Joe and I were talking as I gazed out over the balcony at our new landscape. I turned around to get another cigarette from the pack that we were all sharing and that's when I noticed that, the way my wife was sitting, her dress had kind of fallen away from her chest. If one were standing in the right position (I wasn't, but I had looked down enough shirts and dresses to know what the right position would be) one would be treated to a very nice view indeed. I thought about saying something but decided it wasn't worth it--Mari is, was very self- conscious. I grabbed a cigarette and went back to talking. A minute later Joe went for another cigarette and must have seen the same thing I did and drawn the same conclusions as, after getting the cigarette, he didn't return to his original spot, but rather stood a few feet over to the left--in the "right position." I thought about calling Mari over, to get her out of her exposed state, but I had always wanted her to be a little more adventurous and she never agreed. This, I thought, could be my sort of revenge. I felt myself getting harder as conversation stumbled. Joe was obviously distracted as I had to repeat my questions to him two, sometimes three times. I peered out the corner of my eyes and saw his eyes riveted on my wife, who was reading a paperback, oblivious to all that was happening around her. Eventually I suggested to Joe that we go back in and get a beer, to which he reluctantly agreed. Mari said that she'd stay out here and have one more, and as we went back in I walked by the "right" position and got to see what Joe had been taking in for the past ten minutes. Had I known just how exposed she had been I would've put a stop to it long ago! I thought he was getting a little bra action and that's it, but I hadn't thought things through it seemed. Mari has really small tits, somewhere between an A and a B cup, so you don't get anything in the way of cleavage with her, but when she leans forward just right, as she was doing right now, her bra (she always bought her bras a little too big, I don't know if it was wishful thinking or what) would fall away and reveal everything. I glanced down and saw her light brown nipples (did I mention that Mari is Japanese? She is.), inverted (to my eternal disappointment) nestled in the cotton bed of her bra--out for all to see! Afterwards I thought about this incident and, to my surprise, it made me very excited. I had a raging hard on the rest of the day and when Joe finally left, I practically tore Mari's clothes from her body. She was a little surprised, but as our sex life had been less-than-stellar lately, she didn't mind. From that day on I started planning, plotting ways to get her to show herself. At first I had to arrange it so that she wouldn't know what was going on. The first time I let her really be seen was when we had a friend visiting for a few days. He was an old friend of mine, and Mari knew him from the days we had spent together in Japan. He was an odd, kind of seedy guy, but good for a laugh and he was pretty much the only friend we had who could keep pace with us when we were drinking. I knew that, if he was given the opportunity to do so without getting caught, he would take in as much of my wife as he could. Even when she was fully and conservatively clothed I could see his eyes roving over her body, imagining what lay underneath. This is the sort of person he was, he would do that to pretty much every woman attractive or not--and Mari, not to brag, is pretty damn attractive. I racked my brain trying to come up with ways to get Mari to show herself, but was stuck. Again Steve and I were on the balcony smoking--Mari had since quit--and it was getting dark. Steve was kind of bummed out about this no indoor smoking rule as he was a chain smoker. At least two packs per day, and he spent more time on the balcony, it seemed, than he did inside the house. I came out to keep him company and bum a couple of cigarettes off of him-- I too had sort of quit, but still smoked on occasion--but most of the time it was just him. We were talking when I heard Mari pulling the drapes shut in the bedroom, I looked over to her and waved as they closed. A sliver of light still came through however, as the curtains-- unbeknownst to Mari--had gotten caught on the small dust bin that we leave near the glass door facing the balcony. It took me all of a half- second to figure out how to exploit this. Later that night after we had all had more than a few drinks I said that I was getting tired and that I should get to bed before I drank too much. I went into the bathroom first, cleaned up for bed, and Mari followed. Steve said he wasn't sleepy--jet lag--and was going to stay up a little longer. While Mari was in the bathroom I went over to the curtains and nudged the dust bin a couple more inches to the left, making the crack in the curtains a little bit bigger, affording anyone who might be so inclined to peer through that crack, a panoramic view of our bedroom. I turned off the main light and left only the bedside lamp on. This would illuminate the inside of the room, but the light wouldn't penetrate outside enough to show whether or not someone was on the balcony--unless one really looked, that is. Mari came in and started getting changed into her pajamas. As she pulled off her t- shirt, I pulled her over to me as I sat in bed. "What are you doing!" she giggled. When she drank, two things happened. She got giggly and she got horny. I nuzzled her nipples, taking one of them in my mouth and sucking softly as I reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, turning her body so that she stood with her back facing the window. At this point I heard the glass door in the living room slide open and Steve step onto the balcony. As I gently eased her jeans down over her waist I could see from the corner of my eyes a sudden bright flash of a cigarette being lit. As the jeans travelled down her legs, however, that glowing bead of the tip of the cigarette grew closer before being hastily extinguished. I couldn't see any details, but I did notice some movement at the crack in the curtains. It had only taken him about 15 seconds to catch on. He had probably noticed the crack the same time as me, earlier that evening, I thought. Now was the moment of truth, I had her left tit in my mouth, and she was breathing heavily, obviously aroused. Steve was staring in from the window, that was clear, and her jeans were around her ankles. My heart pounding and breath catching in my throat, I slipped my thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly eased them down, revealing her beautiful, olive ass cheeks to my friend's gaze. Mari was really starting to get hot now and I gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks so that Steve could get a good look at her asshole before I slipped my hand down and dipped my fingers into her dripping pussy. Mari sighed, burying her fingers in my hair as I slipped my index finger down the wet length of her pussy up to her clitoris and applied slight pressure. The fact that she was unwittingly putting on an incredible show for our guest had me so hard I thought I might explode at any second. Mari got on her knees and started to go for my cock, but I was afraid that my sudden explosion might but an abrupt end to the show, so instead I guided her onto the bed, in my spot. I sat her down so that she faced the window, her legs hanging over the edge, and pushed her back so that she lay flat, I spread her legs wide and with a strong, quick stroke, plunged my tongue into her, sliding it up to her clit, drinking in her dripping juices. Just when Steve must have been cursing my head for blocking what would otherwise be a perfect view I sat back a little and moved to the side as I continued to massage her clit. Now, I thought, he should be able to see everything. I pulled Mari's hand down and told her to masturbate herself. She's usually reluctant to do this, but she was pretty worked up by now and that, combined with the alcohol, made her eager to do anything I wanted to her. I sat back, clearing the path for Steve of all obstructions, and watched my wife masturbate to an audience. Her long, slender fingers slid across her clit as she shuddered in delight, before slipping down and dipping into her wet, pink pussy for lubrication. As she moved her hands back to her clitoris, busily working her fingers on it in a counter-clockwise pattern, I reached out and spread her ass cheeks as wide as they would go, pulling apart her pussy lips and revealing her harsh pink gash. I sunk a thumb into her pussy and she sighed with delight, the rhythm of her hand on her clit picking up noticeably. Pumping her a couple of times to work up a good, slick surface, I moved my thumb down and pressed it against her exposed anus. I could feel it twitch at the touch of my warm, wet thumb. I applied pressure and, with only a little resistance, felt it start to sink into her asshole. Mari went wild. Her fingers were a blur on her clit and she lifted her ass cheeks off the bed, pushing herself against my, impaling her ass on my thumb. I ground into her, lifting her off the bed even more, as she lay there, like a slut and a whore, legs splayed wide open, rubbing her cunt with one hand and squeezing her tits with her other. Her breathing picked up and she started to groan as I stuffed more and more of my thumb up her ass. I pushed her legs up so that her knees were against her chest and shoved her back a little further on the bed. Without taking my thumb out of her ass I Yanked off my sweatpants and underwear and crawled onto the bed so that my cock was positioned right above her face, dripping precum all over her forehead, cheeks and chin. Shoving my cock into her mouth moved her hand away from her pussy so that I could have easy access. As I fucked her mouth I pumped her ass with my thumb I reached over with my other hand and pulled apart her pussy lips as far as they would go. Rubbing my fingers roughly up and down the length of her slit I pressed hard against her exposed clit and massaged it forcefully. I could tell by the contractions of her sphincter on my thumb, and the way that her head was bobbing furiously on my cock that she was about to come. With an enormous groan she plunged her ass even deeper onto my thumb and pushed my fingers away from her clit as wave after wave of her orgasm shuddered through her body. She may have been done but I wasn't. I stood so that my side was facing the window, the profile of my cock clearly visible to our guest, and pulled Mari, still shuddering, from the bed. Making her kneel in front of me I shoved my cock back into her mouth and grabbing her hair started fucking her face again. I pulled her long black hair over so as to block the window from her view, though I didn't think there was much chance of her spotting Steve anyway (I hadn't seen anything beyond a little motion and I knew what to look for). I reached down and crushed her tits with my right hand as she bobbed away furiously on my cock. "You little slut, you really love the way my cock tastes, don't you?" We sometimes do this when we get particularly carried away. She groaned her affirmative reply. "You love to suck cock, don't you? You wish you could do it all day long, don't you!" I said, to which she replied by grasping my balls, massaging them. "I'm going to come all over your pretty little face, what do you think about that slut!" This was something new, something we had never done before, but Mari was so far she didn't care. She pulled herself off my cock and shook back her hair. "Come all over me, big boy... Show me what you've got!" She really *was* a slut! I started jerking myself off and it wasn't more than ten seconds later that I felt my cum start to rise. I told her to open her mouth and aimed. The first shot landed on her left eyelid--no chance of her spotting Steve now!--the second hit her cheek and the third got her right in the mouth. Cum dribbled down her face and onto her tits as I shoved my leaking cock into her mouth to be sucked dry. This done she made as if to stand up and get some tissues, but I stopped her. "Eat it all." I commanded her, in a voice that would not take no for an answer. I wanted Steve to have a show that he would never forget. She slid her hand across her breasts, scooping up clumps of sperm and moving them to her mouth. Show me! I commanded her again, and she opened up her mouth to reveal a big white puddle of my sperm rolling around on her tongue. After she was finished scooping it all up I told her to swallow, which she did without any apparent distaste. I figured that was enough for one night and, switching off the lamp on the nightstand we both climbed back into bed. "Thank you! That was amazing!" She was thanking me! "Do you think Steve heard us?" She asked, a little nervous. 'Heard?' I thought? That was hardly the issue. But I reassured her and, a few minutes later saw a glimmer of light on the balcony from another cigarette being lit up. I thought about how good that cigarette must taste, god knows I would have loved one right then! to be continued? -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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