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Wife Turns Into A Swinger?I love to read the stories that men/women/couples write, who have the same interests as I do. My interests center on my wife, a very hot lady in her younger days, when we were involved in the lifestyle I will be writing about. Now that we are "over the hill" in some peoples minds, she still turns a lot of heads and would have no shortage of sex partners if we were still involved in the lifestyle. Here I must interject that I am presently hopeful that we will soon be returning to that lifestyle, if I am able to get her to agree. Reading some of the stories posted are a real turn on, but I can't help but notice that a lot of them seem more like fantasies, the way they are written. She is 59 and I am 62, but feel we look and act a lot younger. We have been married over 40 years, with over half of them being involved in the lifestyle I miss and hope to be getting back into shortly.
After that preamble let me begin and I hope most of you won't be too bored before you get to the juicy parts! To keep your interest let me start by saying my interests revolve around my wife dressing sexy, probably wanton is a better description, in a very exhibitionistic way. Love to show her off to any man who is interested in looking. Love threesomes, MFM, and enjoy my wife fucking other men, the more the merrier, with or without me being present. In todays terms I guess they call them "hot wives" or "slutty wives". It wasn't always that way; before we were married I was the typically jealous boyfriend, then after we got married the typically jealous husband, for all of 6 or 7 months!
Let me explain, we got married overseas, I was in the military, she was a military brat (dependent). She was 18 and I was 21. I was horny, she was beautiful and not so horny, or so I thought. Back then mid 1960s, she was very conservative in both her action and dress. Yes, you older guys will remember -- the famous girdles, iron like bras, full slips, panties under the girdles, nylons which soon became panty nylons -- ugggh! I think this all took the place of the chastity belts of the dark ages! While we were dating, even "the stinky finger" was only a wet dream, hardly a reality!
But I fell in love with her and her with me. After 40 years neither of us has any regrets that we tied the knot. But let's get on with the story:
We were shipped back to the states in late 1965 (anybody out there remember the minis and the burning of the bra's back then? When we got back after being out of country for a little over three years we both were shocked at the difference those three years made! After only 6 months of marriage I found myself staring at all the women in the mini dresses with there swollen nipples very obvious through their dress tops, and blouses, the see-thru blouses were coming into style back then also. I found myself walking around with an erection almost 24/7, it was a good thing we had a healthy sex life at home!
Being on a Military Base didn't help matters either, as the women were really wild at the clubs both on and off base. We liked to go out to the clubs dancing and the women were even more provocatively dressed in the clubs then on the streets. Now it didn't take me long to start comparing my wife to the women showing most of their wares off. Now my wife is 5' 7" tall, dark, almost black hair, when she was younger, and built perfect with long sexy legs, thin ankles and an ass to die for. I begin to wonder why I was spending so much time panting over all these other women we saw in our daytime and night time activities. I was soon suggesting she shorten her dresses, and much to my delight she agreed. Now one good thing, she could sew, and was making all her own dresses, as being newly weds, almost, we were trying to save money. The dresses that came to her knees started to get shorter, as I would coax her into shortening the hems as she made new dresses. She had a favorite pattern, which was a shift; you women out there will know what I mean. A dress that slipped over her head with a top, she called a boat neck, short sleeves, and waist that was loose and skirt that hugged her ass and hips. It took awhile, almost a year I'd guess until her hemline was as short or shorter then any woman you would see in the 60s. During this time I also talked her early on into getting rid of the girdle and nylons. She had nice long very tan legs and nylons were hardly necessary to showcase those lovely gams. By the time we were again transferred to a new base in the Washington DC/Baltimore area she had become very comfortable with herself and the fact that men were continuously getting a glimpse of her panties, by now she was wearing bikini panties, no butt floss back then. She could not sit or bend over without letting anyone looking know what color they were that day or night. Still had the bra on though, it was taking me a long time to get the nerve up to ask her for a little more after she had gone along with my last coaxing request.
We soon found the sexy nightlife of the Washington DC and the raunchy sex scene of Baltimore to be very exciting and we enjoyed the excitement. DC was an 18 for drinking district and Baltimore (Maryland) was a 21 state. So the sexy young crowd frequented the DC night clubs and the raunchy clubs were in Baltimore, what more could a horny young guy want?
The women dressed even more revealing in the clubs in both Baltimore and DC and my juices again started flowing and I was soon coaxing my wife to stop wearing a bra, I was enjoying the swollen nipples on display just too much! In the clubs the women also were wearing almost or complete see thru tops, and a lot were not wearing any panties, much to my any every other man's pleasure. My wife again agreed, not in words but just by stopping wearing a bra! I was in heaven! Now I started suggesting she wear more and more revealing tops. Her tops became skimpier on her dresses until they had no sleeves, the boat neck became scooped more and more until I finally had her wearing a dress which was not much more then a skirt held up by a strap around her neck, the strap just wide enough to cover her swollen nipples, which were now swollen 24 hours a day, I loved it! Her dresses during the day were not much more conservative then the ones she wore when we went out!
Up until this time I was mainly comparing her to the other women we saw and had tunnel vision, more or less. But I had been slowly but surely realizing that the attention she was getting from other men, especially at the clubs at night was becoming a real turn on, more and more I was enjoying this attention she was getting.
Now you may think that I was continually on her to be more and more outgoing, but not really. I am the type that likes to talk a lot while enjoying sex. Erotic talk was also something that was becoming more and more of a turn on for me, and my wife also seemed to enjoy it. During sex, I would tell her how turned on I got when she dressed as she did in public, and how I enjoyed the attention she was getting from every man who saw her. That and my suggestions when she was either making a new dress, or buying material to make a new dress seemed to be more then OK with her. The material of her dresses became sexier and sexier, more and more revealing, believe me under these circumstances shopping became an erotic experience for me, I came to love shopping with her, suggesting the most suggestive and revealing material and the attention she got while shopping was an added incentive! As I said earlier she dressed just a little more conservative during the day and I do mean just a little!
This went on for awhile, probably another year, I would say she was in an exhibitionistic phase during this time, but then most of the younger women in the DC/Baltimore area were just as exhibitionistic. Probably that is too strong of a term, during the 60's most young women dressed that way. What an era!
The real turning point happened on New Year's Eve. The New Year's Eve that preceded 1968 found us going out to a night club in Glen Bernie Maryland. I can remember it as if it was last night. Di, my wife, dressed in a sexy shift, a leopard print. Her swollen nipples were just covered by material of two narrow straps that held up the very short skirt by tying behind her neck. The material clung to her skin and formed like saran wrap around her swollen nipples putting them on very prominent display. Her swollen tits were almost completed uncovered except for the nipples and not much more. Her ass was also very prominently displayed encased in the same clingy material, barely covering the cheeks of her ass. While she was getting ready to go out, I enjoyed the display of silk encased ass cheeks as she bent over the lavatory to fix her hair and apply make-up. By the time we were leaving the house I was already enjoying the wetness of pre-cum as my swollen cock rubbed against my underwear. I was anticipating a very exciting and enjoyable night, which, from experience would culminate in a wild erotic night of sex when we got home.
Now we had been invited over to our neighbors house for a drink when we got home. They were a little older then us by a few years. Earlier that week he and his wife told us they were going to have a few couples over for a New Year's Eve party and wanted us to come. We declined but agreed to stop in when we got home after going out for a New Year's drink. I didn't want to pass up showing Di off on one of the wildest nights of the year at one of the clubs in the area. That night was all that I had anticipated. The club we went to catered to some of the wildest partiers in the area. We liked Rock music in those days and I really enjoyed dancing with De as she drew her fair share of attention on the dance floor. She was asked to dance by a lot of men, but she mostly turned them down in a nice way. We both loved dancing so we spent most of our time on the dance floor. I drank in those days, but the exercise kept me sober, or almost. Di has never drank, strictly a soft drink girl, but that didn't stop her from having fun. That night I was enjoying the attention Di was getting as usual, but this was one of her most revealing dresses to date, and I was really turned on, even more then usual, by how visible Di's tits, especially her swollen nipples were in such a public place. Also I noticed a lot of men's eyes being drawn to Di's lap while we were sitting at a tiny table which did nothing to hide Di from the other closely packed tables. Her panties were very much revealed between her legs; even in the dimly lit club you could tell they were bikini panties and also a leopard print like her dress. As the night progressed, I couldn't keep my eyes off her lap and the very obvious mound covered by the animal print. My cock stayed swollen and oozing pre-cum all night. I don't know what was the greatest turn-on for me, Di's ass wiggling on the dance floor in clear view of so many men, or her displayed silk encased mound as we sat between dances. As the night became older it seemed as if Di's legs were open wider, but it was probably my vivid and hopeful imagination. The bewitching hour finally arrived and on the dance floor kissed her at the stoke of 12. I felt that life just couldn't get any better, how wrong I was!
We stayed and enjoyed the club until a little after 1 then went home, mainly because I was getting too horny to stay, and I could tell Di was more then ready to get home to our own bed also. We got home and remembered we had promised to stop next door for a drink. The area we lived was on base, and there were 18 families living in a court of three buildings, 6 units in each building, like town houses. Our neighbors lived in the end unit which formed a corner with our building, and we lived in the corner unit next to theirs. The lights were on in his unit and as we arrived at their door, we could hear loud music and voices. We rang the door bell and were invited in. Bill and Fran were their names and Fran met us at the door and offered us a drink. I took her up on it but Di said she would just take a coke or whatever soft drink they had. We walked into the living room as Fran went to get our drinks. We knew everyone there; they were all neighbors, couples that lived in the court. There were 5 other couples beside Bill and Fran. Two of the couples were black, one Spanish and the other two were like us, Caucasians. Just about everyone was a little tipsy, the exercise of dancing had kept me from feeling the booze too much and Di was completely sober. Bill surprised Di by grabbing her saying he had been waiting for his New Year's Eve Kiss and kissing her full on the lips, reaching around her waist drawing her close. Di has never been shy especially since she had started dressing the way I coaxed her to. She had to reach her arms around his neck to keep from loosing her balance and let him kiss her. He was feeling his booze and held the kiss for a long time. At first I was a little shocked by the quickness of Bill's action but when Di's arms went around his neck, he was over 6 feet tall, her dress rose half way up her ass, revealing almost all of her bikini clad ass. My cock sprung to attention and I didn't even notice any of the others in the room, my eyes were glued on Di's beautiful ass completely on display. He finally released her about the time Fran came over with our drinks. I will have to say, Di seemed to completely have let the matter pass when she was finally free from Bill's lip lock and we sipped our drinks and engaged in the small talk required of a get together like this. We were in a hurry to get home and into bed so when our drinks were empty we made our excuses and went next door to our own unit. Both of us were out of our clothes and into bed in a matter of seconds we were into bed and engaged in the wildest sex to date. That was one of the first nights we didn't make love, the only word for it was we fucked each other, pure animal sex. No foreplay, her pussy was wet and ready, and I was already dripping and my cock slipped between her wet swollen pussy lips with no resistance at all. It was so damn erotic, I get hard just thinking back on that night.
After that first hard fuck we started playing and stroking each other and I started the erotic sex talk that most men love, and a lot of women do too, from what I hear. I would be telling Di how much it had turned me on seeing her legs open in the club letting everyone see her swollen mound so prominently on display only covered by her thin panties. I asked her if she had enjoyed the men looking at her. She told me she did. She never instigated the sex talk, but always seemed to agree with me, probably to make me happy, but I convinced myself she really did enjoy it or she wouldn't do it. Then I brought up Bill kissing her and how her ass became uncovered in front of everyone in the room and how it had made me feel, how erotic it looked, and how wanton it made her seem. I told her it had been the biggest turn on of the night. I asked her if she had enjoyed Bill kissing her and all the men in the room seeing her ass so uncovered. She was getting hot again, as I played with her wet clit and swollen cunt lips. Again, either to make me happy, or because it was true, she told me that it had made her pussy wet and that she really got turned on feeling Bill's swollen cock poke into her stomach. Of course that now had me swollen, dripping and ready for more of Di's sweet pussy. As I let the erotic experience of the night bring my body to the brink before diving back between her hot thighs, I told her that the only thing that could have made the night more exciting was if she had not been wearing panties when Bill kissed her. I had hinted many times since her dresses became so short that I sure hated to see panty lines under her dress but she seemed to ignore my vague hints.
We didn't make love all night, we fucked all night and we slept in really late the next day. The next couple of weeks passed without anything out of the ordinary happening. We went out on the weekends as we normally did, and she kept me more then excited as usual, with the attention from other men and the sex at night. One Friday after work Bill caught me in the parking lot as I was getting home. He told me he had a x rated movie he confiscated at his company. He was a First Sergeant and apparently during an inspection he found it in a soldier's locker. Now back then there were no CD's, the movie was on an 8mm film, some of you probably don't know what that even is. Anyway, like all horny GIs I agreed to come and thought Di would agree also. Di was not due to get home from work for another hour, she was the bookkeeper at a Howard Johnson's Hotel and Lounge, and eventually became the manager before we moved. When she got home, I was again struck by how comfortable she had become dressing so sexy. She dressed just as sexy for work as she did normally, maybe not quite as revealing as when we went out, but close. You have to have been around in the 60s and 70s to understand how much I am NOT pulling everyone's leg on this. Anyway, I told her about Bills invitation and I'll have to admit it did surprise me a little when she agreed to go. Bill had told me that he had invited the same couples he had at his New Year's Eve Party and expected everyone to be getting there by about 9 that night. I had already taken my shower and changed clothes by the time Di got home; it was almost 8 when she got home. She took her shower and I was watching TV when she came down from upstairs a little before nine. She had changed into a simple black sheath, again very short. Let me go into great detail and explain just how short Di's dresses were now. The hem just covered her mound and hung from her swollen ass cheeks barely covering them when she was standing. Whenever she leaned over just the smallest amount, like leaning over the lavatory to apply make-up a nice sexy expanse of ass cheek would be exposed, covered by the sheerest of silk panties. She was wearing one of her more revealing dresses. As I explained earlier she was now making her dresses so that the tops were nothing more then straps that either tied behind her neck, the straps acting as a bra, some barely covered her nipples, some wider, some wide enough to encase each swollen tit completely, but sheer enough to be able to see thru the material. The backs were non existent, and I had started coaxing her to cut the back lower so that the material was getting so close to her ass crack that soon she would be showing cleavage front and back. I had been thinking about that, it seemed the more I got, the more I wanted. Bet that sounds familiar to a lot of you reading this.
Anyway we walked next door, my obvious excitement very obvious in front of me. Fran met us at the door, and I now had my hands in my pockets trying to hide my obvious arousal. Every man should be so lucky as to have a wife that kept him so excited all the time. In the living room, I noticed all the same faces of the night of the party. I couldn't help but notice the men eyeing Di, this made me remember Di's exhibition when Bill had kissed her in front of these same couples. Of course even having my hands in my pockets couldn't hide my arousal. I was happy to finally get seated. Now this is where we took another fork in the road on our way to even more excitement in our sex lives. There wasn't enough seating; some of the men were sitting on the floor, while the women were in chairs or on the couch. There was an easy chair across from the couch, facing the couch. Bill had the screen at the end of the room with the projector in the middle of the room but far enough to right of the chair, left of the couch to not bother anyone in conversation before the movie was started. Fran had dimmed the lights as we came into the house, as we were the last couple and they had been waiting on us. She dimmed the lights and told us she'd get us some drinks before Bill started the movie. I heard her giggle as she left to get the drinks, and mutter something about dirty old men. Taking the hint from the other couples I told Di to take the chair and I settled on the floor at Di's feet just to the right of her. Fran came back with our drinks just as Di settled into the chair and I hit the floor. As Fran handed Di then me our drinks I saw Fran grin and wink at Di.
Now I must tell you back then, in the service, a very high percentage of military couples were very open minded about sex. A lot of wife swapping, divorces, you name it happened. You could go to the NCO clubs and find the officers wives, or to the Officer's club and find the NCOs wives. That's just the way it was, and probably still is. I didn't know any of these couples that well so didn't know if they were into anything like that or not, but suspect some were. A couple of the wives were just as outgoing as Di and one of the black wives, obviously didn't care if you looked, and much was on display. This was really the first time we socialized with them; the New Year's Eve Party was only a quick drop in for a drink, and as it turned out a not so quick kiss.
When Fran left to sit by Bill as he was preparing to put the movie on, I looked around and noticed that every man's eyes were staring our way. I knew exactly what they were staring at. I knew that when Di sat down, especially in an easy chair, her dress would rise up and completely reveal her sweet mound very prominent in her bikini panties. My cock was almost bursting my zipper suddenly; I was hoping Di had her legs open so they were getting a nice view. My back was to Di so I didn't know for sure, so I glanced around and sure enough her legs were open, now I was getting really excited. I couldn't see between her legs because I was to the right of her right leg, but I could tell her legs were open, I was so low I couldn't see her panties, but knew the men across the room were getting a real eyeful. The movie started and suddenly I needed to take a piss. I got up and told Di I wanted to visit the bathroom, before the movie got good. I knew where the bathroom was, the house was just like ours. I walked behind the chair Di was in and went to the bathroom. As I finished, I met Fred, one of he black men who was doing what I was, emptying his bladder before the movie got good. He grinned at me and said, "Man you lucky guy you. If you ever decide to split with Di, let me know. She is one hot piece man!"
I was a little surprised at my reaction; I just grinned and told him, no way man. I was actually turned on by this guy openly admitting to me that he more or less wanted to fuck my wife in so many words. I thought about my reaction to his comments on the way back to my seat on the floor. I was half way back to my seat when I noticed that even though the movie was on, and a hot looking chick was kneeling between a man's legs stroking his swollen cock while she was licking the head, obviously getting ready to blow the guys head, little head that is, James the other black husband was staring at Di, not at the movie, and the other husbands were glancing back and forth between the screen and Di. About that time Bill came up to me and whispered into my ear, "Damn Garth, Di is a bigger hit then my movie. You lucky bastard you."
Hell I knew Di was a hot piece, but what was so different, hell the action on the screen should have been holding everyone's attention. I have to admit right here and now, my chest was about to explode, I was so damn proud of my wife. It really excited me that my wife could turn so many men on. I got to the side of Di and was about to sit down on the floor when I glanced down at her lap, I almost dropped dead on the spot. Yes her legs were open, and her dress had risen as I knew it would, but damn, she was wearing not a stitch under the dress, her bare hairy pussy was completely uncovered and visible. In fact I could even see the wetness and pink of her open pussy lips, she was hot as hell, and it was obvious as wet as she was. It stuck me like a lightning bolt that every man in this house was openly and eagerly looking at Di's wet open pussy and now I could even see that her legs were open a little wider then normal. About that time I realized and knew that every other man in the house realized also, that Di was purposely opening her legs and showing them her wet pussy.
For the first time since I had started coaxing Di to reveal more and more of her body in public, I was actually speechless, and oh so damn excited. She looked so damn wanton sitting there in front of all those men. In todays terms you would call it slutty I suppose, but I do know it was at first a shock, then the most erotic sight I had ever seen. My wife sitting there spreading her legs for 6 other guys!
I finally sat down next to her right leg and looked over at the other husbands, one still staring at Di, completely ignoring the movie, the others staring back and forth, but it seemed like they were spending more time looking at Di, then at the screen. My eyes then noticed Tanya, the black wife who didnt mind showing it off, her legs were open also, and she too was without panties, her thick curly pubic hair surrounding huge pair of thick lips, also revealing pink and glistening with female juices. I glanced back at Di and she was licking her lips as she stared at the screen, but I also noticed her glancing over at the couch off and on. I tried to turn my body so I could see more of Di. I was just at the wrong angle. I finally gave up being covert about my interest, hell the other guys weren't hiding where their interest was. I stood up and sat on the arm of Di's chair, placing my arm around her neck. I looked down at her lap and now could see that her dress was up higher then even I had thought, her pussy was completely uncovered. It was as if she had pulled her skirt up to her waist, almost. Now I didn't try to hide my interest either. I knew that the other guys could tell I was sitting there looking at my wife's pussy just the same as they were, very openly and with interest. I leaned down and whispered in Di's ear, "Thanks honey!" She knew exactly what I meant.
Di said she had to pee and got up and went into the bathroom. Bill stopped the film and announced a pee and beverage break. Tanya went into the bathroom with Di, and when they finished and came out I saw Fred stop his wife Tanya and Di and after a short conversation the girls came back to their seats as Fred went into the bathroom. I had to take a piss break too and was waiting behind Jose the spanish husband at the door as Fred came out. Jose went in and Fred stopped and said, "Damn Garth, Di is hotter then a firecracker. You better keep her locked up. She looks ready to pull a train." I could only grin at him, this was all new for me. Men being this blunt. But again, instead of being put off by it, it turned me on. Hell I knew men thought that way when they saw her but they never before came right up to me and said hey, you're wife looks like a good fuck man." Just that frankness heightened the experience. I was now getting use to the idea of being that much more open and loved the way it made me feel.
I got back to my seat and saw Di still talking to Tanya. They both were giggling. About that time Bill announced the intermission was over and he was about to turn the movie back on. Then he added, "That is if anyone is still interested in it."
Again Fran dimmed the lights as Bill flipped the movie back on. I saw that the blonde in the movie had been joined by a brunette and two other men. It was hard to tell who was doing what to whom. My eyes went back to Di's lap to see if she was still displaying her juicy pussy for all to see. Her bush was half uncovered and her legs were open, but not as wide as before, but still a lot was on display. Sitting as I was I was now able to hold a low conversation with her. I told her again, how much I appreciated her leaving her panties off, and how much she was turning me on. She grinned and said, "You're not mad then?"
I couldn't believe she asked me that! Then I saw her grin and knew she was kidding. I then told her instead of being mad I was overjoyed. I tried to convey to her just how much I enjoyed, appreciated, was excited by her exhibition tonight. She admitted to me that she was getting more and more excited also. Then I was happy to see her legs again open a little wider until again her pussy lips were open, and the glistening pink flesh of her inner lips was again visible. I just knew the other guys were just as happy too.
Di looked over at me and asked if I really wanted her to show it off like she was doing right then. I looked down at her pussy and then into her eyes and said, "Honey I want you to show your pussy to every man you meet. I mean it. Damn you look so damn good, Fred has been telling me how hot you look all night! I'm enjoying the hell out of it!"
Di giggled and told me he had mentioned the same thing to her a couple of times also. That was the straw that sent me over the edge, men were starting to be blunt to her also. I was completely hooked, and I was ready for anything, eager in fact, but a little apprehensive also. The apprehension only made the situation that much more exciting.
The movie ended and the lights came back up, but only a little brighter then while the movie was on. Fran had brought the dimmer only half way back to normal. Di rose and smoothed down her dress, she was covered now, but just barely. I now knew that her pussy hair was just above her hem, and not by very much. I looked her over and said to her, "Wow, now I can really appreciate how short your dresses are, knowing how close you are to being exposed!"
Di laughed and said, "Yes I have to be very careful how I tie the strap behind my neck, just a little too tight and I may get arrested for indecent exposure!"
Fred and Tanya heard this last as they came over and Fred said, "Let me know when she isn't too careful Garth, I sure wouldn't call it indecent exposure, more like I want to fuck exposure if you ask me."
Tanya elbowed her husband. But laughed as she did. Then she said the movie had gotten her so horny she needed to pee then she wanted to take Fred home and fuck his eyes out.
Di went with her and Fred was left with me. Fred was relaxed and open when he said, "I can't believe how hot Di is Garth. She had my cock dripping all night. We've been watching you two and know you don't swing but if you ever get the urge let me know. I would just love to feed some nice hot black cock into your wife some night. We have noticed you're progress though, and I'd bet my next months pay check you'll be ready in no time at all."
There it was, no longer innuendos, flat out, I want to fuck Di. I didnt really know what to say, listening to him, had my cock hard and dripping again. I finally got out the words I never thought I would utter to another man, "I know what you mean, and she had my cock dripping also. I'll let you know if we decide to try any swinging."
Another cross roads, now I was talking to another man in no uncertain terms about my wife in a very explicit sexual manner and was enjoying the hell out of it.
About that time Di and Tanya came back. Both Frank and I stared. As Di walked up we both could see her pussy hair peeking out from under her hemline. Not just a hint either, but almost to her mound of Venus.
Fred, obviously being more experienced, was the first to recover and brazenly staring at the pussy hair peeking out from under her dress said, "Obviously you were a little careless Di, or should I say more careful to give us horny old men something to hope for?"
Di and Tanya both giggled, and Tanya said it was her idea and she added that Di didn't put up much of a fight. She then grabbed Fred and said, "Come on let's go fuck. You can try to talk Di into fucking you at another time, you're mine tonight."
I was surprised and happy when Di didn't return to the bathroom to readjust her dress. I noticed that when we walked toward the front door to say goodbye to Bill and Fran, I was a little behind Di that her ass cheeks were barely uncovered also when she walked. What a sight!
At the door Bill and Fran stopped us and Bill said, "Honey, you come over here any time, you made the party tonight. He wasn't drunk tonight and he reached over pulling Di into his chest pressing his lips to hers. She automatically put her arms around his neck and kissed him back, it seemed longer this time then even the other night. Again her dress came up, even higher this time as her dress was so much shorter after coming out of the bathroom. That pushed me over the edge, and I felt my cock twitch and not only felt the pre-cum form at the hole in the swollen head, but start to spurt cum before I was able to control it. Two of the couples were still there watching, Jose and his wife and one of the white couples, can't remember their names anymore. Bill finally released her and as she turned I noticed one tit had come out from under her strap and the dress was slow to fall down leaving her pussy fully exposed for what seemed like a long time without her even trying to smooth it down. In fact her tit stayed exposed all the way home, but the dress finally dropped down, at least, almost covering her up. I could feel Bill and the other two husbands watch us all the way home.
At home I found out why Di's dress took so long to fall back down, it was stuck to her body, her pussy was flowing juices like a volcanoes! We fucked all night into the wee hours of the morning before we finally caved in to our weakened bodies. The erotic chat that night was way and by far the wildest to date. I told her that Fred had really gotten my juices flowing by being so blunt about wanting to fuck her, and how I had actually cum in my pants when Bill was kissing her exposing her all the way to the waist in front of me and two other men.
Di told me she was hesitant to leave her panties off, but when she first tried it her pussy felt so hot and wet being so naked under her dress. She said that even before she sat down next door, she was streaming hot juices down her thighs, she felt so naked in front of so many men, and it felt so good. She said when she thought about sitting down, her pussy got even wetter and she couldn't wait to sit down in front of all these other men. She said she actually had an orgasm when she first sat down, she couldn't have kept her legs together if she had wanted to. She admitted to more then one orgasm while sitting there, and said she had a hell of a hard time keeping from moaning her pleasure. She also told me that Fred was keeping her pussy wet also, by all the comments and looks he was giving her, and when Bill pulled her against him and her dress came up so high that she actually felt his hard on against her bare flesh, and could even feel the wetness of hot cum soak through his pants onto her hot flesh. Then she giggled and told me that she didn't think Bill wore any underwear, his cock was too obvious. She grinned and looked at me saying that fair is fair, if she didn't wear panties anymore, I would have to stop wearing underwear also. to which I readily agreed, I was ready to burn all my underwear that very minute!
I told Di about Fred's invitation to swing whenever we were up for it. Di didn't say anything until I asked her point blank if she thought she would ever be able to go that far. She was quiet for awhile then said, "I don't know Garth, but the thought has crossed my mind a few times, and a few times tonight also. My boss at work has been hinting also. If I stop wearing panties, he will be hinting more strongly."
Things were going along just fine until I got orders to go overseas to Vietnam. Now Di had been dressing like this ever since the night of the movie next door. But other then innuendos and sexy talk between her/us and other men it never went any farther. I was enjoying the hell out of her showing it off though. One afternoon in our back yard, we were sitting in lounge chairs, Di had hers in the fully reclined position, she was in just a house dress, but like all her dresses it was hemmed to barely cover her pussy and ass. I had just washed the car and was next to her sitting up reading a book. Bill and Fred came up to the fence facing us and started a conversation with me. Of course I noticed immediately that they were talking to me but looking at Di, up her dress is more accurate. Di was napping, found out later she was just pretending, and her legs were comfortably apart. Sitting beside Di, I was aware of how high her dress was and could even see her pussy hair peeking out, but Fred and Bill had the perfect view between her legs. The conversation went on for a long time. I was getting very excited during this time and when Di started squirming around "in her sleep" it caused her dress to come up even farther and one knee came up and moved to the side. Even I could see her pussy now, and Bill and Fred were not even pretending not to be looking at her. No more pretending was necessary, Bill and Fred knew I knew they were looking, and it was obviously to them that I didn't mind. I finally said, guys, I hate to, but I need to ask you to leave, I need to get Di inside, if you know what I mean. Fred said, "Don't blame you man, if you need any help just holler."
Another time we were in the post office mailing something and Di was wearing another short dress, this one buttoned up the front. I noticed her when we got into the post office and saw that a button was undone, the one that was right at her pussy. The dress gapped open so that her beautiful hairy mound was completely on display. I loved it, along with a few other men in the post office. This was what I had to leave when I left for Vietnam.
I moved Di, back to North Carolina so she would be close to her parents while I was gone. That was a long year, but our letters were heated and kept my cock hard, my hand got a good workout for that year. I had Di sending me Playboy and SCREW newspaper. She got the SCREW newspaper at an Adult Book Store. She wrote me how the clerk was always hitting on her, and how she dressed when she went there. While I was gone she started to wear hot pants also. Before she always wore the short dresses because it turned me on, and I'm sure it turned her on also. But the hot pants were shorts that revealed as much or more then even her dresses, if you can believe that!
Our letters really got hot, and I would tell her how much I enjoyed her showing it off. The letters really got explicit, and I started mentioning for the first time, not hints, that I would like her to fuck other men. She didn't say no in the letters so during my stay in Vietnam I was looking forward some exciting times when I got home.
Finally I got home and she met me at the airport. Wow, she was some sight to my sex starved eyes. Her dress was shorter then I had remembered and she obviously was wearing not a thing under it. I couldn't wait to get home. I think we spent two days and nights in bed, and only came up for air, because we needed nourishment. We were assigned to San Antonio, Texas. Now the story gets really good. The three years in San Antonio found us at the height of our sexual escapades. Di and I soon found that the night life in San Antonio was as wild as DC/Baltimore. Di wasn't out of place at all the way she dressed. But I will have to say, during the day, she was probably dressed a little more wanton then most. She could have been taken for a prostitute, night club dancer and has been at times. I don't know how it started but when I would come home at night Di would sit in my lap and tell me about any incidents that happened to her during the day that she knew would turn me on. What started it was she came home one night and told me that when she went to the PX and was getting out of her car two soldiers were walking by and whistled and made a few very raunchy comments that were obviously directed at the fact that they could see her pussy when she was getting out of the car. I told her how hot that sounded and how I hoped she would continue to show it off when she got out of her car.
Just to give you an idea on what type of things happened to her just during the day. We use to sign for a lawn mower, and when we finished would turn it back in on post. One day Di, turned it back in for me. She helped the black soldier get the lawnmower out of the trunk, and of course dressed the way she was he was able to see her tits, ass and pussy, not necessarily in that order. He made a comment that he wished his wife dressed like Di did. Did just told him to ask and he may be surprised. Often wondered if he did.
I was now really being explicit in my sex talk while we were fucking. Di now was well aware that I wanted her to fuck any man that turned her on. But as of our move to San Antonio she had never gone that far. One night I asked Di to go to a topless night club with me, it was called the Pink Pussy Cat, and the GI's hung out there. Di chose a short blue with white circles, big circles dress that had more top then usual, but the top was almost completely see-thru.
I will have to admit I was a little disappointed, I was hoping for a sexier dress. But Di was a little hesitant I decided because she knew what kind of a club we were going to. Sure enough the club was filled with single men, but I did see a couple of girls in the crowd. We had to share our table with three other guys, two young soldiers and an older local guy, you know the dirty old man type you always see in a titty bar. I think Di was a little uptight at first, but she has always been a friendly type and she was soon talking with the two young soldiers. I promise it was not a plan, but we found out it was amateur night. The three girls that I had noticed in the club were contestants. Now the amateur contests in town were phony, just a way of getting more customers. The dancers were girls from other clubs with a night off. I dont know how it happened, but the MC called up all the contestants and Di was the only woman who didn't go onto the stage. The MC looked over at our table and asked if Di was going to dance or not. Of all people, the dirty old man sitting at our table said, "Come on Honey show us what you got." I remember those words explicitly. The two young guys also said something, can't remember and when Di looked at me, I told her to go on, it would be fun. She walked to the stage, and was I ever hot as the club full of horny men clapped as she walked to the stage.
Anyone interested in seeing just how far we went and how much we enjoyed our active swinging years let me know and I will post the following years.
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