My wife Christy is an extremely attractive thirty-three-year-old species of the female sex: a brunette with shoulder-length naturally wavy hair and a very trim sexy figure. Her firm thirty-four-B cup tits perfectly complement her five-feet-five-tall frame and she is proud of her super-slim figure that she works out four times per week to keep.

Her tits do not need support and her slender legs enhance her nice firm ass. She has green eyes and a very contagious personality; all this coupled with her nice tight shaved pussy make her the girl that dreams are made of.

Christy is an interior designer and she works very hard but she’s always willing and ready to help anybody who needs her expertise, so it was no surprise to us when a male friend who had just purchased a fixer-upper asked her advice. 

James is a divorcee who we have known for the past five years and is a very athletic thirty-nine years old. Christy met him a few years ago at the gym that she frequents, and over the past couple of years, we have become good friends.

There is a chemistry between Christy and James and they often flirted together at our social get-togethers, but that didn’t surprise me; as I said earlier, Christy has that happy-go-lucky personality that attracts everyone.

Christy and I went to James’s fixer-upper that he’d just purchased and it did need a lot of work. The house was just ten minutes from our house and Christy was keen to help him repair and remodel it.

“I can come over during the day and help you,” Christy smiled as she gave James some ideas.

“I’ll pay you,” James replied.

“No you won't; I want to help you,” Christy quickly replied.

James is a physical therapist and works for our local hospital and, he had taken his three-week vacation to get the house fixed up.

“But it’s your living,” James replied, “I can’t expect you to help me for free.”

“You are our best friend and I’ll help you,” Christy smiled, “And for free!”

“Okay then, if you ever need physiotherapy, let me know and I’ll repay you,” James answered.

“It’s a deal!” Christy shouted, “I have a couple of clients to give estimates to next week, but the rest of the week I’m free to help you.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” James smiled.

I work in construction and own my own business so I would be able to help James with the heavy side of his construction needs. They arranged for Christy to meet James at his new house on Monday morning at nine-fifteen and we left to come home. Christy asked me if I minded her helping James and I assured her that it was fine with me.

“I’ll be there all day and every day, Gary,” Christy informed me, “for probably three weeks.”

“Okay babe, I don’t mind you spending all day with another guy,” I teased.

Christy laughed.

“You know that he fancies the hell out of you, don’t you?” I teased.

“Don’t be silly,” Christy smiled.

“He does; it's clear to see,” I replied, “And I know that you think he’s cute as well."

Christy smiled to me, “Well he is, very cute and a hunk!”

“I knew that you liked him,” I teased, “Can I trust you with him?”

“David!” Christy shouted and threw a cushion at me, “I don’t know why his ex-wife, Jenny, left him in the first place. I wouldn’t have let him go!"

“She got pregnant by her boyfriend,” I replied. “She wanted her new guy, she didn’t give a damn about James.”

“I certainly wouldn’t have left him!” Christy smiled, “He’s quite a catch.”

“See, I told you that you fancy him as well,” I joked. “It's okay babe; we all have crushes.”

“Maybe I do!” Christy teased.

That night while we were fucking, I teased her about James and I was surprised how it turned her on. I would say things like, “I assume that you’ll get his bedroom done first so that you can try his bed out.”

“Maybe we will,” Christy teased back, “Then I’ll see if he’s big all over and not just his chest and arms.”

That got me even harder, and as I pumped my cock into her I asked,  "Would you let him fuck you then, babe?”

Christy knew how much I was enjoying this and whispered, “Would you mind if I did?”

“O,h babe,” I panted, “of course I wouldn’t mind.”

“You wouldn’t mind your wife having sex with another guy?” Christy whispered. “Would you like your wife to have another guy's cock?”

I was so close to shooting and my excitement took over.

“Oh, babe,” I panted, “I’d love you to!”

“Really,” Christy whispered, “I’d be sucking his cock before he slides it into my soaking wet pussy, would you like that?”

“Oh yes, babe,” I panted harder, “suck his cock and swallow his cum and then feel his cock shoot inside your pussy.”

I couldn’t delay any longer and shot my load deep into her pussy. Both of us were slightly embarrassed at what we’d just said as I was pounding her pussy and, it was no surprise that neither of us spoke about it afterwards. 

I had a big job that would take me all day to complete, and I told Christy that I would be late home the following day.

She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a pink tee shirt and, as I left for work, I reminded her that I may be late home. We kissed and I grabbed her nice firm ass and asked her what color bra and thong she was wearing.

“Red, and sexy,” Christy teased as we ended our deep kiss.

“Have a good day, babe,” I wished her as I left for work.

We chatted on the phone at various times during the day and, I arrived home from work at a little after seven. I was exhausted and during dinner, I asked Christy how her day went.

“It went well,” Christy smiled. “We set James up in the best bedroom there is for now with a bed and a few bits of furniture.”

“How much did you get done?” I asked.

“We started on the kitchen. We got the old sink out and got the new one in,” Christy replied, “And we got a lot of the old kitchen cabinets down.”

“Great day’s work,” I congratulated her.

“I was going to invite James over for dinner,” Christy smiled, “but I didn’t know if you would be too tired to entertain.”

“You should have, babe,” I replied. “He has no kitchen to speak of and he has nowhere to cook.”

“Maybe I will tomorrow then,” Christy smiled. “It’s too late now and, he’s probably had a pizza delivered for his supper tonight.”

We got into bed and I noticed that Christy was feeling very amorous as she started playing with my cock.

“We had sex last night,” I said softly. “You want it again tonight?”

“Don’t you want to fuck your wife then?” Christy whispered.

“Of course I do!” I replied. “We don’t usually have sex two nights running, that’s all.”

“Well, I want it tonight,” Christy whispered again.

“Sure thing babe,” I replied. “What’s made you so horny?”

She continued to play with my cock and she explained that at three o’clock, she started rubbing her aching back and James asked her if she were okay. She replied that she was just a little achy from all the hard work that they had done.

“He told me to put my tools down and he took my hand,” Christy explained. “He took me to his makeshift bedroom.”

“Yes?” I asked excitedly.

“He got two bath towels and put them on his bed,” Christy said softly, “Then he said that he was going to warm up some essential oils.”

“Carry on babe,” I said as she started stroking my new erection.

“He told me to take off my jeans, tee shirt, shoes, and socks,” Christy said. “He told me to lay on my front, and use the two towels to cover myself.”

“And?” I panted.

“I asked him what he was doing,” Christy said softly. “He told me that he was going to massage my aching body."

“Yes!” I panted again. "And?”

“I told him that I would be fine but he insisted,” Christy said excitedly. “He said, I am going to massage your aches and pains; now do as you’re told and take off your tee shirt, jeans and shoes and socks and cover yourself with the towels while I warm up the oils.”

“Did you?” I asked.

“Yes, I took off my jeans, tee shirt, shoes, and socks and covered myself with the two bath towels just like he said,” Christy replied, “He came back about ten minutes later with the warm essential oils.”

“Carry on babe,” I said excitedly.

“He said, 'The least I can do for you for all your hard work is give your body a massage to ease your aching muscles',” Christy said softly. “I asked him if he was sure that he didn’t mind and, he said that it was his pleasure.”

I repositioned myself to gain access to her pussy and, I was surprised at how wet she already was, so I begged her to continue with her story.

“He started at my neck and it felt amazing,” Christy said softly. “Then he pulled the towel away that was covering my back, and he gently massaged my back down to my thong.”

“You had your bra on?” I asked.

“Yes, and my thong, the bottom towel covered my thong,” Christy replied. “His hands were so gentle but firm and he massaged my back and shoulders. Then he asked if he could just unclip my bra for a few minutes while he massaged my back.”

“Did you let him?” I eagerly asked.

“Of course; it was only my naked back,” Christy replied. “His hands felt wonderful as he massaged my back.”

“Did he put your bra back on?” I asked.

“He never took my bra off; he just unclipped it,” Christy said softly. “He kept asking me how it felt and I kept saying how wonderful it felt. Yes, he re-fastened my bra when he’d finished my back."

”You wore a sexy bra and thong today, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Yes, a sexy red set,” Christy replied, “He covered my back up with the towel and moved to my feet and legs. His hands worked magic. It felt wonderful.”

“And where was the towel?”

“It was covering my ass and legs down to my knees,” Christy said softly, “When he got to my knees, he opened my legs a little and folded the towel up to just below my cheeks.”

“Wow, he must have seen in between your legs,” I panted.

“Obviously, my legs were about a foot apart but I had my thong on,” Christy said softly as she stroked my huge erection, “He gently massaged the top of my legs and kept asking if I were okay, I told him that it felt wonderful.”

“Did he just massage the outside of your legs?” I asked excitedly.

“He massaged my inner thigh as well,” Christy said excitedly, “He pulled the towel up a little further and, it must have been halfway over my cheeks because I could feel the coldness on my cheeks.”

“He saw your ass?” I panted.

“Only some of it, the towel was still covering half of my ass,” Christy explained, “Then he moved his hands up the towel and massaged my cheeks!”

“He touched your ass?” I stuttered.

“He massaged my cheeks and he kept asking if I were okay; I kept telling him that I felt wonderful,” Christy replied, “Finally, he asked if he could remove the towel, and I said, of course, I have a thong on. He took the towel away completely and massaged the tops of my legs and my cheeks for about fifteen minutes.”

“Wow, he saw your ass in your thong?” I panted as I masturbated her clit.”

“Yes, another guy saw your wife’s ass in just her thong today,” Christy teased, “And he touched it.”

“Wow.”

“Then he put the towel back and asked me to turn over, which I did,” Christy smiled, “He massaged my face and eyes and it felt amazing. He moved down to my neck and shoulders and he pulled my bra straps down to do my shoulders.”

“Then what?” I eagerly asked.

“Then he pulled the towel down slightly to massage my chest, and I told him that I have a bra on if he needs to take the towel away,” Christy panted, “So he moved the towel away.”

“He saw you in your bra and he massaged your tits?”

“He saw my bra, yes, but he only massaged the part of my chest that wasn’t covered by my bra,” Christy said softly, “Then he massaged down my tummy to the top of my thong.”

“If I remember correctly, that’s a red lace bra and thong set isn’t it?” I asked.

“Yes, Gary, and yes my nipples were hard!” Christy teased, “But everything was covered, yes you can just make out the dark patch through my bra where my nipples are but you can’t see much.”

“No wonder you’re horny tonight,” I teased.

“Then he moved down to my feet and the front of my legs,” Christy said, “And he opened my legs slightly to gain access to my inner thighs.”

“Was your top covered back up?” I asked.

“No, I was still showing my bra,” Christy teased, “He folded the towel that was covering my legs till it was just covering the front of my thong, and he massaged the tops of my legs, and he kept asking if I were okay and I said again that I was wonderful.

“He should’ve taken the towel away completely,” I teased.

Christy moved into position, and I eased my throbbing cock into her soaked pussy.

“He asked me if he could move the towel away? I said, 'Of course you can, I have a thong on',” Christy panted, “He saw the front of my thong.”

She was on top of me and riding my erection very slowly as she continued.

“He pulled the towel away and massaged the tops of my legs and inner thighs; I was praying that his hand would accidentally touch my aching pussy.”

“Did it? I asked excitedly.

“No, sadly he didn’t,” Christy whispered, “But he did pull the front of my thong down an inch, he needed to put pressure on a muscle that’s just covered by the front of my thong. It’s a good job that I shave my pussy or he’d have seen a whole bunch of hairs.”

“He pulled your thong down that much?” I asked.

“To about an inch and half above my clit,” Christy whispered as she picked up speed on my cock.

“So he knows that you shave your pussy?” I asked.

“If he didn’t know before, he sure knows now,” Christy whispered, “He pressed on my pubic area for a couple of minutes before he pulled my thong back up and covered me back up with the towels.”

I wanted to cum, but I wanted to hear everything.

“He covered me up with the towels and kissed my forehead,” Christy said, “Then he told me to relax for five minutes before I get dressed, and he’ll meet me in the kitchen.”

“Then he left?” I asked.

“Yes, I put my clothes back on and met him in the kitchen,” Christy said, “I hugged him and thanked him and he kissed my cheek.”

“Wow.”

“He asked me if the massage was okay? I told him it felt amazing,” Christy whispered, “He asked me if I felt any better and I told him that I felt, AMAZING!”

I couldn’t hold it in any longer and I filled her pussy with my juice; she climaxed at the same time that I did.

We snuggled for a few minutes before I went to the bathroom and on my way back to bed, I noticed a sexy white bra and thong on her dressing table, I picked them us and looked at my wife.

“I’m wearing those tomorrow,” Christy smiled, “You never know, I may get another massage.”

“You’re hoping so aren’t you, babe?” I joked.

“You bet I am!” Christy shouted.

The next morning before I went to work, I suggested that Christy invite James to dinner.

“Let’s go out to eat and ask James to join us, babe,” I smiled.

Christy called James and he accepted our invitation before I left for work. I called Christy throughout the day as I always do and at six o’clock, I called her to tell her that I was on my way home. When I arrived home, Christy was having a hot soak in the bath and I kissed her and asked her how her day went? I asked if she had another massage and she smiled as told me that she’ll tell me about her day when we got into bed.

“I have had an idea, babe,” I smiled, “I was thinking how I can let James know that I’m okay with him seeing you without your clothes on, and massaging you.”

“What’s your idea, Gary?”

“When you’ve finished in the bath, put your bra and thong on and stay in the bedroom,” I said softly, “I’ll take your dress to the living room to steam it.”

“Yes, and?”

“When James gets here, I’ll be steaming your dress and you walk into the living room in your bra and thong to get your dress,” I smiled, “You’ll be in your bra and thong in front of him and me, that way he’ll know that I’m okay with him seeing you like that.”

Christy decided that it was a great plan, but advised me that the red bra and thong that she was wearing tonight was the sexiest set that she has.

“I’m wearing your favorite lingerie set, Gary,” Christy smiled, “The red lace; you know the semi-transparent set, it doesn’t cover much and the cups of the bra are almost transparent.”

“Perfect!” I replied excitedly, “When you wear that bra, you can almost see your nipples through it.”

Christy called me to the bath; she kissed me passionately and said, “Thanks Gary for doing this for me.”

“Babe, I want him to know that I won't be a problem if he fucks you.”

James was due to arrive at seven thirty and at seven o’clock, I took Christy’s sexy, short black dress to the living room with me and I plugged in the clothes steamer.

James arrived at seven fifteen and I greeted him and he sat on the couch while I opened a bottle of wine. We chatted while I steamed Christy’s dress and at seven twenty we heard Christy come from our bedroom.

My cock was hard,I knew that any second now she would walk in wearing only her very sexy red bra and thong.

She walked in asking, “Gary, is my dress ready, oh hi, James, I didn’t know you were here already.”

“Obviously,” I joked, “You’re naked.”

“I’m not naked,” Christy smiled, “I have my bra and thong on; he saw me like this earlier.”

She looked so sexy and I replied, “Your dress is almost ready.”

Christy calmly walked to James and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips. His eyes were popping as he saw her. From a short distance, you could clearly see her nipples through the thin lace of her bra.

“Did you just kiss on the lips?” I teased.

“We always kiss on the lips,” Christy smiled as she walked to me.

“Oh,” I smiled, “In your sexy lingerie?”

“When he massages me I’m in my bra and thong, and we kiss on the lips,” Christy joked, “Don’t we, James?”

James blushed and said softly, “Yes.”

“I’m only teasing,” I shouted, “You could be naked and kiss and it wouldn’t bother me, you know that, babe.”

She walked across the living room and poured herself a glass of wine.

Her back was towards us and her thong was more like a string, it hardly covered any of her beautiful firm ass and I could see James admiring her beautiful body as she bent forward to fill her glass.

“Nice Ass,” I teased and Christy turned to face us.

“Stop it,” Christy smiled, “Stop talking about my ass.”

“I was just saying how nice your ass is, babe, isn’t it James?” I teased.

“Stop it you’re embarrassing him,” Christy smiled.

“How?” I asked, “I’m just saying that you have a nice Ass, doesn't she, James?”

Christy looked at James and he smiled.

“Pay no attention to him, James,” Christy smiled as she walked and sat next to James.

“I was only asking his opinion,” I joked and Christy threw a cushion at me.

“He may not want to discuss my ass with you,” Christy joked.

“Okay then, I’ll shut up about your ass,” I smiled, “But it is a nice ass James, isn’t it?”

“Gary!” Christy shouted in a joking tone, “Leave my ass alone.”

I looked at James and he was laughing.

“Actually it is a nice Ass,” James smiled.”

“See!” I shouted.

James!” Christy shouted in a joking tone as she playfully hit him on his arm, “I don’t believe that you are both discussing my Ass!”

I finished steaming her dress and handed it to her and she wriggled into it in front of us.

“There, now my ass is out of sight,” Christy joked.

I kissed her and said, “But it’s still a beautiful Ass, babe, and James agrees with me.”

“Shut up about my ass the pair of you,” Christy joked.

“Okay,” I smiled, “Nice tits!”

James laughed and Christy hit me playfully.

We went to a restaurant to eat and she gently kissed James on his lips when he left us.

“That went perfect,” I said as I got into bed that night.”

“It did, thanks, Gary,” Christy replied and climbed into bed with me and started playing with my cock again.

“You fancy sex again babe?” I asked as I touched her pussy and found it to be very wet again. She started to tell me about her day.

“At three o’clock, he told me to down tools,” Christy whispered, “He took my hand and led me to his bedroom, he told me to take off my shorts, tee shirt, shoes, and socks and cover myself with the towels.”

“He massaged you again, just like yesterday?” I asked.

“Yes but this time, his hand occasionally brushed against my pussy while he was massaging my inner thigh,” Christy whispered, “He obviously knew that I liked it because I was breathing heavy.”

“Did he leave the towels off like yesterday?”

“Yes, after he’d massaged my neck, he took the top towel off completely and left it off,” Christy whispered as she mounted me, “Then, when he moved down to my feet, he took the bottom towel away and my thong-covered ass was on show the whole time.”

“Wow..”

“I had no towels over me the whole time. Even when I turned over, I was towel-less,” Christy whispered, as I pumped deep into her, “And you could see a lot more of my nipples through the sexy white lace bra that I wore today and, yes they were hard!”

“Fuck, babe, did he touch your tits?” I asked excitedly.

“No, only the parts that weren’t covered by my bra,” Christy whispered, “But this time when he had finished, he told me to rest for a moment before I get dressed. He stayed in the bedroom while I got dressed.”

“Wow, babe, I told you, he’s going to fuck you soon,” I gasped.

“He spent over fifteen minutes massaging my cheeks,” Christy panted, “And when he pulled the front of my thong down today to press my pubic area, he pulled them down about a half inch more than yesterday.”

“So he definitely knows that you have a shaved pussy now,” I joked.

“I’d say that he definitely knows now!” Christy whispered.

“I told you that he wants to fuck you, didn’t I?” I said.

“Gary, would you mind if he did fuck me?” Christy whispered.

“Of course not, babe,” I panted, “I want him to.”

“So do I!” Christy screamed as she climaxed, “God, I want him to fuck me so bad! Does that make me a bad wife?”

“Why should it, babe?” I panted.

“Because I want another guy to make love with me,” Christy whispered, “Because I want his cock, I want to see and touch and lick and suck his cock; does that make me a bad wife?”

“Of course it doesn’t, babe,” I panted, on the edge of shooting my load, “It makes you a hot wife.”

I shot my load at that moment and Christy climaxed with me and it was fantastic."

"It doesn’t make me a bad wife?” Christy asked, “That I want to feel his cock deep inside me?”

“Babe, that definitely makes you a hot wife, not a bad wife,” I said softly as I finished shooting my load into her.”

We snuggled for a few minutes and Christy asked, “But I want his cock, surely that makes me a bad wife?”

“Why, babe?” I asked softly.

“Because I’m your wife,” Christy said, “I shouldn’t want another guys cock, I’m a married woman and I should only want you.”

“Christy, I want you to have his cock, babe,” I whispered, “I want you to have sex with him.”

“But he’ll be touching your wife,” Christy whispered, “He’ll be touching the parts that should only be seen and touched by you.”

“Do you want him to fuck you?” I asked, “Do you want him to touch and lick you?”

“Oh yes!”

“Then let him, I want him to touch, lick, kiss and fuck you,” I panted.

She was horny again.

“Oh God, so do I!” Christy screamed as she climaxed again, “And you’re sure you don’t mind?”

Babe, I want you to!”

“I went to town when I left him today and bought another six sexy bra and thong sets,” Christy smiled, “Lace ones, and the thongs are more like strings, they hardly cover anything.”

“It’s a pity that you can’t wear a dress or skirt tomorrow,” I said softly, “I think that would send the right message to him.”

“Then I will!” Christy said loudly, “I’ll wear a cotton printed dress, the one that you like, with the big red roses on it.”

“Oh yes that’s a favorite of mine, it looks so sexy on you,” I replied.

“With one of my new bra and thong sets,” Christy smiled, “I already washed them, the pink set I think will look nice.”

I told her that I’ll be late home the following day and we kissed before going to sleep. It was about three thirty in the morning when I was woken by a lot of movement in the bed, I could hear my wife breathing heavily. I listened for a moment and heard her softly groaning and I realized that she was masturbating.

At breakfast the following morning, Christy asked if I meant what I said last night? I told her that I indeed, meant every word.

“Did you mean what you said?” I asked as I kissed her gently.

“What if I said that I did mean it?” Christy whispered in my ear as she held the bulge in my jeans, “Would you mind if I did mean it?”

I kissed her deeply before whispering back, “I hope you did mean it, I want you to be fucked by him, and, by the end of the week.”

She sank to her knees and pulled my jeans down, she sucked me off right there in the kitchen and swallowed every drop of my juice.

“And I want you to do that to him as well,” I whispered as I pulled my jeans back up, “And swallow it all, just like you did for me.”

“Okay!” Christy said loudly.

Next part coming soon.