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.