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                               THE DARK WANDERER

                                    presents

                                ~ NASTY WIVES ~

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                              "FRENCH UNDRESSING"



My wife Annie and I have been married five years, I am 42 and Annie 32. We have

a great sex life and often fantasize when making love. Annie has a thing about

younger men and loves to make up stories about going to bed with young studs -

say about 20 years old. The glorious discovery of a new, young body. That

wonderful moment of the first time feel of a naked man. These thoughts get her

so horny. Could it ever happen? I sometimes wished it would. The fantasy of

sharing her was so erotic.



We have just returned from a holiday in Spain and have been over what happened

time and time again - we no longer have to fantasise!



We arrived at our apartment just after lunch and decided to relax for the rest

of the afternoon. Annie changed into a skimpy bikini and went to sunbathe on

the balcony while I went to do some shopping for essential provisions and a

couple of drinks.



When I returned, I heard my wife's laughter throught the open doors leading

from the lounge/diner to the balcony. Investigating, I found Annie seated with

a bronzed young guy. They were leaning close together and obviously sharing a

very funny joke.



"Ian, this is Paul from next door, he's French," Annie giggled. Our balcony was

linked to the next with only a low, separating trellis.



I extended my hand and Paul, putting down the wine bottle with which he was

filling my wife's glass, shook hands. He was staggeringly handsome, with dark

blue eyes, blond curly hair and a fit, trim, muscular body. He was about 6'2".

Pouch-like trunks barely concealed a bulging package of balls and penis that

any man would be proud to show off. A true Adonis, he was in his early

twenties.



"Paul is over here to take part in some wind surfing races," my wife explained.

"Get a glass and join us." I went to the kitchen and brought back a glass which

Paul filled. Although I had only been away for a couple of hours, my wife was

already quite tipsy.



It was obvious that Annie was very attracted to this man, and he to her. My

wife is a sensual woman with a slim, curvy body; full, firm, pert breasts;

glorious peach-like bottom and long elegant legs.



Paul's English was excellent. He had a tremendous sense of humour and we spent

a very enjoyable couple of hours drinking and chatting to him. I couldn't help

thinking he would make a super stud for one of our fantasies. My mind was

racing. Imagine that night... Annie and Paul... Would I really want it? The

thought of it made my cock stir.



Annie's disappointment was obvious when Paul apologised for having to leave -

he was meeting some friends later that evening. I too was sorry he couldn't

stay, I found his empathy with my wife strangely erotic. And he seemed

reluctant to leave.



"Trust you, " I smiled at Annie after he had gone. "Only here five minutes and

you've got a male sniffing after you!" I joked.



"Wasn't he gorgeous," drooled Annie, "and that bulge - I could hardly keep my

hands to myself. I've gone tingly just thinking about him. Just imagine if...."

She stopped and winked. We both knew what she thought.



That night I lay next to Annie feeling so randy. She fondled my penis as I

played with her clit, nibbling a breast. We discussed Paul. Annie admitted she

found him very attractive. She squeezed me hard and leaned over me. "Do you

think Paul would like to fuck me?"



I nodded, "I'm sure he'd love to stretch his penis inside you. What about a

little fantasy, imagine him shaking with lust for you, cock erect." I coaxed.



I felt almost breathless with lust when she replied, "I don't think we have to

fantasise - I think we could really do it with him! In fact, I know so." She

stared in a peculiar way, as if she were a stranger, not my wife. Up to now, we

had shared only harmless fantasies. I knew what Annie proposed, the real thing,

was very dangerous.



"What do you mean, you know so?" I blurted. Annie bent down and ran her tongue

along the length of my now erect penis. "I can tell he wants me and he knows I

want him. I made it obvious, I couldn't help it," she said. She looked at me in

deadly earnest. "Would you be jealous, you know, if he really fucked me? Can

you imagine it? Just like we fuck. But Paul and me, our two naked bodies

together in bed. His penis right up me. Me kissing him, urging him on to

ejaculate inside me..."



I had to stop her, stop her fondling me and stop her sexy talk. She was

bringing me to the verge of orgasm. I quickly pulled her hand away.



"Ooh, you nearly came, you randy sod! Just me talking about it! You'd love it,

wouldn't you?" But then she warned, "It's one hell of a step for a husband to

take, a step of no return. We couldn't undo it. You could never take away the

fact that he had been inside me. That we had screwed. That he had filled me

with his sperm. Would you really be able to cope with that?"



I knew Annie was testing me, trying to discover if I would really go the whole

way. And she was enjoying it. She fondled me more, making sure I was still

worked up, wanting me to say yes. The urge to go ahead and do it was

unbearable.



"Well," she demanded. Annie saw I had doubts. "Isn't our love big enough for

it?" The drink was talking. "Its not that. he might have some disease or

anything," I mumbled.



Annie was ready for this one. She explained that he had a partner who was

joining him next week. They'd been together for over a year. She was sure he

was safe. 'He is very careful with partners." She was insistant. When she gets

horny, Annie can be very insistant. "How on earth do you know all this," I

asked.



"You were away nearly two hours, we talked a lot, we seemed to equate well,"

smiled Annie. "You know you'd love to watch him fucking me and there couldn't

be a better time than on holiday. We can't get too involved in a couple of

weeks. But would you be able to cope?"



I knew that she wanted him badly and I felt so randy thinking about it. They

must have discussed it. "OK," I agreed. "I'm sure I won't be jealous." My hands

were shaking at the thought.



"Oh you beauty," she sucked my cock, she was so pleased. "But how are we going

to set it up?" I asked.



"Just leave him to me," exclaimed Annie. I was now so worked up I had to screw

and I moved over my wife to make love. But she pushed me away, saying we should

stay randy for Paul. And she wouldn't discuss it anymore. She wouldn't tell me

anything more about their conversation.



To cut a long story short, Annie was knocking on Paul's door at 11 the next

morning - to borrow some coffee. She wore only her tiny bikini. There was no

answer to her knock so she went around to the balcony, crossed the trellis and

knocked on the patio doors. Then she disappeared inside.



She returned about 10 minutes later, a big bath towel wrapped around her,

looking breathless and flushed. "What the hell have you been up to, why the

towel?" I demanded, eager to find out why she was so long.



"Oh Ian, he is terrible. He was in bed, I woke him up. He said it would cost

me." Annie was flustered.



"What did it cost you?" I couldn't wait to hear what had happened, my knees

felt weak. A randy, nervous jealousy mingled with lust, engulfed me.



"He wanted a kiss. He got out of bed and kissed me. He was so good. Soon his

hands were everywhere, he undid my top, tickled my nipples then asked me for my

bikini bottom. I had to, I couldn't help it. He was standing next to me in his

pyjamas. He took my bottom down. Then he was pressing against me - it got so

big - it was poking out so hard and white and smooth with a big, red end. And

he wouldn't give me my bikini back. He just told me to come back here and he

would join us in a minute. I think he was wo rried that you may not be a

willing party to all this. I told him it was OK but I don't think he was sure."

Annie rushed out her story.



Before I could quiz her about it, Paul was on our balcony. "Your sexy wife

forgot her bikini," he smiled, walking through the open door. "You really must

stop your beautiful wife jumping out of her clothes for strange men," laughed

Paul.



I smiled nervously as I eyed him. The room was hot, no air conditioning. The

atmosphere was electric with sex. Paul was so sure of himself, almost cocky! My

body felt weak, butterflies in my stomach, hands shaking. The delicious feeling

of a mixture of jealousy and lust was now unbearable. When a woman gives a man

her body, she gives him her whole being - the ultimate gift - total intimacy.

This was leading to exactly that. This man was going to take my wife.



Paul was an extrovert. He took charge. "Come here, my little sexpot, I would

like my towel back and you won't need these," he whispered, tossing me her

bikini bottom. Annie walked to him like a robot. He pulled away the towel and

she stood naked, facing him, her back to me. Her fabulous hour-glass figure,

firm round buttocks, wide hips, narrow waist - all now on view to both of us.

Paul's eyes roamed her body.



Paul claimed her with a kiss. He took her face between his hands and kissed

her. They exchanged tongues. His hands slid to her shoulders, feeling her flesh

as they slowly, so slowly, travelled down her back to her waist, then on to

grip the firm globes of her bottom, pulling her to him. Their bodies pressed

tightly together, my wife's pelvis undulating against him, encouragement to his

erecting penis.



My mind was racing, I visualized this beautiful man screwing my wife, lying

between her legs, buttocks thrusting. My cock was erect. I moved round to get a

better view. Then Paul pulled away slightly and bent to nibble Annie's nipples.

She sighed. She held his head to her breasts. Paul deftly pulled a string at

his side and his trunks fell away, releasing the pressure on his captive penis.

It flopped forward, half hard, an awesome, thick penis with a bulbous head,

half covered with foreskin.



"I'm going to give you something you'll remember," breathed Paul. "Oh Paul," is

all Annie groaned, her hand looking so small against the rod of flesh she

fondled, the foreskin now stretched back behind the bloated head.



Paul slid down, running his tongue over my wife's flat tummy, palying with her

navel, down to the thick, black, triangular thatch of curly, pubic hair. He was

now sitting between her legs.



Holding her bottom with one hand, Paul spread open the slit of Annie's cunt

with the fingers of the other, parting the petal shaped lips and seemed to bury

his face in the hairy mound. Her pussy was now HIS pussy. He sucked her clit,

furiously. Annie lowered herself slightly into a half crouch to give him better

access. Soon she was moaning loudly, almost wailing, holding Paul's head for

balance, one second her head thrown back, the next staring down at her stud.



Paul was now sitting upright on the floor, his legs outstretched between

Annie's, his enormous erection pointing upwards from his lap. He was so

experienced! He sensed her imminent orgasm. He was holding her pussy against

his face with two hands cupping her buttocks. Slowly, he lowered her down onto

his throbbing prick. Penetration seemed automatic, marked by a sigh from Annie

and a groan from Paul. It was so exciting for me to watch his huge cock slide

between her wet lips.



Sitting upright, arms around Paul, Annie started grinding herself into his lap.

Her arms hugged his body, hands gripping his back, her pelvis undulating

wildly. Desperate in the urgency of her orgasm. Paul hardly needed to move,

such was her frenzy, but move he did. He was almost there too. He jerked his

pelvis up and down as best he could, with Annie impaled on his joystick. Paul

reached between their bodies to rub my wife's clit, maximising her orgasm. She

cried out, stiffened her back and rode on Paul as he gripped her buttocks,

lifting her up and down on his erection.



Paul was now coarse and Annie loved it. She screamed obscenities. In the final

throes of her orgasm, he pushed her back onto the floor, falling forward over

her, thrusting into her as he lay down on top of her. He was wild, she loved

the onslaught, satiating her after her orgasm. She clutched at him as he cried

out in ejaculation, spurting a flood of sperm into her.



"There, there," she cried, "give me all your love... let's squeeze it all out."



They lay sweating in the heat, clinging together, kissing. Paul pressed into my

wife occasionally as she clenched her vaginal muscles, both savouring the after

sensation of orgasm. Paul's great king cock (as Annie calls it), thick and

sticky, throbbing within her.



Even to a woman recovering from a fabulous orgasm, a 6'2" hunk of a male

becomes a little heavy when it has you sandwiched against a hard floor.



"Let's go somewhere a little more comfy, darling," she said, kissing Paul's

nose.



There was a strange sucking noise as Paul pulled out. Annie giggled. Then she

stared in astonishment. I was staggered. Although it was semi-flaccid, it was

enormous, sort of bloated. It swayed as they walked to the bedroom. Annie asked

me to bring drinks.



It only takes a minute to open a bottle of wine. Long enough for a sexy woman

to get a young stud erect, even just after he has fucked her. Especially when

it was only the first time. When I returned, they were meshed together,

thrusting, sweating, lost in each other. They took much longer this time before

Paul poured more thick cream deep into her womb.



Our holiday continued in this way, Paul fucking Annie into oblivion while I

watched and wanked. What a holiday!