So many of the contributions are from husbands, here’s a wife’s side of the story. It’s too long but I can’t shorten it and I want to explain ‘why’ as well as tell what happened. It was last summer, and the first time I had done anything with a man other than my husband since we were married over 10 years ago. I’m Jo, short for Joanne, I’m 34, quite fit and slim size 10, only 34b but Andy says I’ve got the figure of a 20 year old - I’m not a prude or disapproving of what others do, but it always seemed important to keep my sexy side for my husband. Then one night as we were enjoying a quickie before going to sleep, he told me he didn’t want to restrict me or stop me having fun. That was a bit of a shock, because when we first got together he had been a bit jealous and possessive and I had got used to being careful not to upset him. I wondered if his comment was because he was feeling like that – tied to me and restricted, but I didn’t say anything. The next weekend we had booked a couple of nights at a nice hotel in Brighton, just to get away for a break. We arrived on the Friday evening, got showered and changed to go out for dinner in a local restaurant. I wore some pretty white lacy undies, the kind I know Andy likes, with stockings and suspenders under a fairly short skirt, always his first choice. We were kissing and having fun as we dressed, and Andy said he loved knowing I had sexy things under my outer clothes, and that he liked the idea of other men catching a glimpse of my stocking tops and them knowing I had sexy undies on. I just laughed and told him they were for his pleasure only, but just as we were leaving the room, Andy suggested I should go out without knickers to make things a bit more fun. I had done this a few times when we were younger, and usually it had ended up with him making me come on his fingers, so I readily agreed and slipped off my little white panties and threw them onto the bed, then we set off for the short walk to the restaurant. It was a warm night, and it was nice to feel unusually naked under my skirt, and what with that and the teasing we had done in the room I was feeling quite horny. The restaurant was very busy and they gave us a table in one corner, a bit out of the main area. The service was a bit slow, but Andy kept whispering naughty comments about how he was going to fuck me when we got back to the room, and how rude I was for having no knickers on, and occasionally he put his hand on my thigh to feel my suspenders. Then while we were waiting between courses he pushed his hand under my skirt, feeling my thighs above my stockings. Although nobody could see under the tablecloth, I was a bit scared as well as excited to feel his hands so close to my bare pussy. I was trying to look calm and unflustered, but it was turning me on to be doing this in such a public place. He told me to open my legs a bit more, so that he could touch me better, and I felt him pushing up the hem of my skirt a bit. When his fingers touched my pussy I nearly jumped a mile – but then I got more relaxed about it and started to really enjoy it. I saw the waiter was coming to our table with our food, and hissed to Andy to make him take his hand away, but he just kept on tickling my pussy, and it was very obvious what he was doing. The young guy smiled and said he was sorry the food had taken so long, but that we seemed to have found a way to amuse ourselves. Andy just laughed and told him I had no knickers on, which made me blush, but the waiter smiled at me and said I was a naughty girl, he wished he could have a feel. I couldn’t say anything, but Andy said ‘why don’t you, she won’t stop you’. I couldn’t believe my ears, this conversation was getting very embarrassing. The waiter laughed again and said he really would like to, but he’d better get on serving other tables, giving me a big smile as he left us. I pretended to be cross with Andy, in a jokey way, saying he shouldn’t embarrass me like that. He said he thought I would fancy some fun with a good-looking younger guy – it was true the waiter was handsome and about 22 or 23. I told him to stop talking like that and get on with the meal, but the talk and the thoughts were turning me on even more than ever after Andy had been playing with my pussy. We finished the food and I was a bit worried about what might happen when the waiter came to collect our plates, but in the event a waitress arrived and I was spared more embarrassment. While we were waiting for coffee, Andy went off to the loo, and a couple of minutes later the waiter appeared, all smiles and asking if I’d enjoyed myself – obviously not meaning the food. I laughed and said that my husband shouldn’t have said anything to him. ‘Well’, he said, ‘you got me all excited, you can see’, and I realised there was a big bulge in the front of his trousers, right next to me as he was standing next to where I was sitting. I don’t know what made me, but without thinking I put out a hand and stroked the front of his trousers, he was big and hard. ‘You’ll get me fired’ he said, laughing as he moved away to get on with his work. I didn’t know what had made me touch him, but the memory of the hardness of his cock had me soaking wet. It had only been a couple of seconds, but he felt so big and hard I couldn’t get it out of my head. Andy came back and sat down, looked at me and said ‘what’s happened, you look frightened’. I said I was fine, and he laughed saying I looked flushed and excited. I blurted out that the waiter had been very naughty, and he made me tell him what had happened while he was away from the table. I was a bit scared that Andy might get upset and make a fuss, but he just asked if I’d enjoyed feeling another man’s cock. I couldn’t answer, but he knew I was excited by it and he told me I should enjoy it when it happened. The waitress came over with our coffee, and smiling at me she gave me a scrap of paper, just with ‘Charles’ and a mobile number on it. She had gone before I had time to look up, and Andy laughed when he saw what it was. ‘He fancies you all right’, he said, ‘might be your big night tonight’. I laughed it off and told him not to imagine things. The head waiter came to give us our bill, and we left without seeing ‘Charles’ again, though I admit to looking around as we were leaving in case he was nearby, but there was no sign of him. We walked slowly back towards the hotel, Andy with his hand on my bum, he always likes feeling me there. As we passed a wine bar, he said ‘come on, let’s have a nightcap’, so in we went for another glass of wine, which I certainly didn’t need. It was a nice place, with low tables and comfy chairs, dimmed light and nice background music. Andy got me to sit opposite him, and I knew why – he wanted me to flash my stocking tops and suspenders to him, but I told him he had been naughty enough for one evening. He said he would spank me if I didn’t show him, and although I know he likes doing that to me, I really don’t like it so he ’s a real threat. I looked around and there seemed to be nobody else who could see, so I shifted around in the chair and kept my knees apart, giving him a good view up my skirt. ‘Show me you haven’t got any knickers on’ he ordered. I quite like it when he ‘takes charge’, and with the added threat of a spanking, I opened my legs wider and pushed my bum forward, looking around behind me to make it seem like I was looking for someone. ‘That’s better’, said Andy, ‘now you’re getting me hard as well as that young waiter’. We seemed not to be noticed, so I opened my legs a bit further and slid forward on the seat so that he could get a good look of my freshly-shaven pussy – and I heard a low whistle – something Andy never does. I quickly turned back to face him, and there standing beside Andy’s chair was Charles, a big smile on his face and obviously he had seen as much as Andy. ‘Come and join us’, Andy invited, and Charles said ‘yes please, that was a lovely view, is there more?’. I had firmly closed my legs but my stocking tops were still visible. ‘I’m sure she will show you more if you ask’, said Andy. I looked at him in amazement, not really believing what was happening. ‘Go on’, said Charles, ‘you look terrific and you’re really turning me on’. I looked at Andy, who just smiled and said, ‘go ahead, you look good to me too’. I looked at the two men, both of them so keen to see between my legs, and I thought ‘OK, why not’. I opened my legs slowly and I watched them staring as my pussy came into view. I was getting so turned on I knew I would start leaking juice any second, but I kept my legs apart and lifted the front hem of my skirt a bit, knowing they would be able to see even more. ‘Wow’, said Charles, ‘that’s beautiful, so pretty and beautifully shaven’. Andy replied ‘would you like to see some more?’, and Charles said ‘oh yes, lots and lots more please’, and they both laughed. I was getting very turned on, and my knees were starting to shake a bit, the situation was a very horny but we were in a public place – it was awkward and exciting at the same time. Andy said ‘come on Jo, back to our room’. I didn’t know what to say, but Andy got up and took my hand, pulled me to my feet and put his arm around me, leading me out of the bar. ‘Come on Charles’, he said nodding his head in the direction of the exit, ‘come and join us for a nightcap’. ‘If you’re sure, that would be great’, he replied, putting an arm around my shoulders. I hadn’t said a word, and I couldn’t speak I was so turned on and so scared of what was going on. ‘She’s got a lovely body’, Andy said to Charles, ‘you’ll really enjoy seeing the rest of her’. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I didn’t know how to stop it, or if I wanted to. We walked into the hotel and straight to the lifts, Andy still steering me and Charles now behind us. In the lift Andy turned me to face him and snogged me beautifully, deep tongues and gentle pressure, just as I like it. I felt Charles press his body against my back, then he kissed my neck and rubbed his hardness against my bum. We fell into the room and the first thing I saw was my discarded knickers on the bed. I went to pick them up but Charles got there first – and pressed them to his face! I was so embarrassed, even after what had happened in the bar. Andy led me to stand by the two comfy chairs, he sat down and said ‘come and sit here, Charles, we’re going to enjoy this’, and they both sat down. ‘Go on Jo, show us some more, we liked your pussy but Charles wants to see the rest of you’. ‘I can’t do that’, I stammered, ‘I can’t’. ‘Of course you can’, said Andy, ‘you wouldn’t want to disappoint our guest and I love watching you undress, so just get on with it, or I will put you over my knee’. I looked at Andy and avoided eye contact with Charles, but I had noticed the bulge in the front of his trousers was bigger than ever. Andy was waiting expectantly, ‘Start with your skirt, we already know what’s under there and we like it lots, don’t we’ he said, smiling at Charles. ‘Yes we do’ he said, ‘I love that pretty shaven pussy she’s hiding’. By now I had realised that this was going to happen and that Andy wanted it, I didn’t have time to think it through but I knew I couldn’t back out. I turned away from them, stuck my bum out a bit and undid the waistband of my skirt. I took ages to slide it off, and stopped a few times to make sure Andy wanted me to continue, but all I got was encouraging comments from both men, so eventually it fell around my ankles. I’m quite proud of my bum, it’s firm and tight, a bit rounded but still very well defined, (I think that’s why Andy likes me over his knee for a spanking), so I gave them a good look, bending forwards slightly so that they could see between my legs. ‘God that’s sexy’ said Charles, ‘she’s gorgeous’. ‘I told you she was good, didn’t I?’ replied Andy, proudly. ‘And wait till you see her tits, they’re really firm’ he added. ‘She’s beautiful’ said Charles, and I felt myself blush in a funny way as they discussed me. ‘Turn round’ said Andy, so I obeyed and stood up, so they could see the outside of my pussy again, but this time much more exposed. ‘I like the stockings and suspenders’ said Charles, ‘so sexy, but best is her smooth pussy, is she always like that?’ he asked Andy. ‘She lets it grow occasionally for a change’, he said, ‘but usually she’s smooth as silk’. They were discussing me as if I wasn’t there, and I was loving it. My pussy was starting to leak and I could feel my tummy getting tied in knots – sure signs I’m ready to be fucked, but they were still dressed and I still had my top on. ‘Show Charles your breasts’, my husband ordered – it wasn’t a request. I looked at Charles in the eyes as I started to undo my top. He had a handsome face and deep blue eyes, and his hand was resting on the bulge in the front of his trousers. I took off my top and turned away from the men, put my hands behind me and undid the clasp of my bra. I’m not very big there, so I’m usually a bit shy about going topless on the beach, but this was different. Part 2 soon Jo xx