Sleeping Wife Stories

Sleeping Wife Stories

By
Monica Abraham ,
September 15th 2015

“I feel a sock clad foot on my calf. I am about to jump but his toes clamp down on my shin as if to warn me.”
“His hand slips inside my skirt from the front and he caresses my thighs till he reaches the elastic of my panties.”
“I take my dress off in a single smooth motion. Stan whistles softly when he sees my black lacy bra and panties with garters.”
“He watches as my nipples perk up again to his touch.”
“Stan is biting and scratching my back and buttocks and I don’t care.”
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From the moment I meet Rebecca’s husband Stan, I know he has eyes for me.
Not that I am dressed to kill. Far from it. For dinner with my old school friend and her husband I’ve chosen a simple knee length grey skirt and a white blouse. I’m wearing my glasses instead of contacts. I can’t help that my breasts fill out my blouse, however.
Stan smiles confidently as he shakes my hand. He doesn’t offer a hug, and I don’t offer a peck on the cheek. We exchange a clear message through our eyes, silently.
My dear friend Becky is eight months pregnant, stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey. Her beauty is marred by the current puffiness of her face and she moves with the slow deliberateness of a ship.
We are having dinner at their posh suburban home and I’m seated right across from the happy couple. Becky’s mother, Minnie, who sits next to me, is there to take her daughter back home with her for the remainder of her third trimester. A retired government servant, Minnie approves of my school teacher looks and my eye glasses.
Becky is chatting incessantly when Stan makes his move.
I feel a sock clad foot on my calf. I am about to jump up but his toes clamp down on my shin as if to warn me. Stan doesn’t even turn to look at me. He stares directly at his wife as she prattles on about Michelle Williams in My Week With Marilyn.
Stan’s foot inches north, from caressing my shin to parting my knees beneath the dinner table. Instead of brushing his foot aside, I press my legs together. Stan massages my inner thighs. I draw breath sharply enough for Minnie to turn abruptly. Then I plead with Stan with a telling glance and he withdraws his foot suddenly.
A hot flush creeps over me. Stan is my friend’s husband. What am I supposed to do?
After dinner, I head upstairs to the bathroom. On my return, Stan and I cross paths. I’m smiling as we pass each other on the steps when he grabs my wrist and turns me around to push me against the bannister. Up close it’s impossible not to notice how handsome he is, and how gloriously dark his skin is.
He presses my face into the wall, then he lifts my skirt up until he can squeeze my butt cheeks through my panties.
Dammit, I think. Why did I wear a lace black low-rise thong to dinner with an old school friend?
“School teacher outside, slut on the inside. Mmmmmmm, I like that,” Stan whispers as his hand traverse my upper thighs and ass.
He slaps my rump hard and the sound is loud enough for me to fear Becky might hear it. I bite my lips and push him away.
“I’ll scream,” I warn, but my breasts are heaving with arousal and Stan knows it.
“I have a cock thicker than your wrist, baby. Screaming is a given,” he says, and pins my hands over my head and kisses my lips, slowly at first.
Then, as he feels my resistance weakening, he swoops in for the kill. His hand slips inside my skirt from the front.
Why am I getting excited by the idea of this dark skinned hunk atop my smooth white body?
“Stan, let go of me. Becky might come around the corner any minute,” I say, pushing him off me.
He smiles the smile of a predator and walks upstairs.
On my way home in the taxi I receive a text from Stan. It reads: “Those school marm thighs are dying to open up for my hard cock. Why don’t you give up the struggle?”
I bite my lips and press my legs together involuntarily. My response: “You are my friend’s husband. Feel shame.”
“Come off it baby, you know you want it. Tell you what. When I do you, I am going to take everything off except those stupid glasses.”
His last message includes the address of his downtown penthouse along with a note that he’ll be there tomorrow evening at 6pm.
The following day, I ring the doorbell at Stan’s penthouse right at 6pm. He answers dressed in a white silk shirt and skin tight jeans. He looks good enough to eat. I am dressed in a short black dress.
In his living room he tries to take me in his arms, but I push him away firmly.
“A couple of things first. Rebecca is my best friend. She must not come to know about this, ever,” I say.
“Yes, honey,” he says as he takes a seat on the plush sofa.
“Second, this arrangement will only last until the time Becky’s back from maternity leave.”
“Lastly—and most importantly—you don’t get to fool around with anyone but me. I am not kidding, Stan. I teach, so I can detect a lie in under a minute. If you cheat with anyone else, I will find out and so will Becky. Deal?”
Stan is pensive for an extended beat. Then he nods, “Deal. Now get down on your knees”
“On your knees, baby. Suck my cock while you’re wearing your stupid glasses,” he says and unzips his jeans.
Grimacing, he pulls his cock out. I feel weak in my knees as his hard, thick manhood springs free. He is certainly the most well-endowed man I have seen and my lady parts tingle at the thought of submitting to him.
I take my dress off in a single smooth motion.
Stan whistles when he sees my black lacy bra and panties with garters. I leave the glasses on and sink my knees into the soft carpet. He holds my hair and shoves my face towards his meat. Before I can open my lips to take him in he holds his cock in his hand and rubs its wet tip against my face and lips. I open my lips with a sigh and let him put his cock in my mouth. He moans as he feels my tongue slide across the base of his shaft. I touch his balls with the tip of my tongue once and then settle into a steady back and forth rhythm.
Stan leans back in the sofa and spreads his legs wider. He messes with my soft dark hair. I unhook my bra, letting the straps fall from my shoulders. Stan lazily cups my breast with one hand. His calloused palm triggers goose bumps on my soft skin and my nipples flush.
Eyes closed, Stan moans as I go about my work. Right before climaxing, he stands up, holding his cock in his hands. I know what he wishes and even though I find it disgusting I let him spray my face with his juices.
When I return from the washroom after cleaning Stan’s come off my face, he is lying with his eyes closed on the sofa again. The sight of his toned abs and muscular thighs make me shiver.
Smiling, he opens his eyes. I stand before him in my panties and garters—and my glasses, of course.
Stan walks up to me and strokes my breasts with both hands. He watches as my nipples perk up in response to his touch. He slips his hand between my legs and strokes my pussy lips through the thin fabric of my panties.
“Turn around and bend over,” he says.
I obey. I feel his large palms against my ass cheeks. He strokes and separates them a little. It’s humiliating to be inspected like some fucking piece of meat.
“This ass could use a little spanking,” he says, and slaps me hard.
I try hard not to fall over but do not get up from my bent position. Stan administers quick slaps to both cheeks and then pulls my panties down.
“Ok, time to make you my personal bitch,” he says.
I feel his erection pressing on my womanhood. I spread myself a little and Stan thrusts hard. I cry in pain and pleasure as his battering ram spears my tight cunt and settles in. He holds my thin waist in both hands and starts to pump. He starts slowly but soon he is hitting it so hard that I am struggling hard to stay on my feet. I turn to face him and he strokes me as if I were his pet.
We turn a little so I can bury my face in the sofa cushion and muffle my screams. Stan bends on top of me and holds my breasts through my armpits. I steal a look in a full length mirror and go crazy at the sight of this dark skinned man using my soft milky body. Stan is biting and scratching my back and buttocks and I don’t care. The feeling is at once liberating and shameful.
Stan finishes with me there and then carries me to the upstairs bedroom. He lights a fire and we lie on the rug with blankets wrapped around us. My whole body aches pleasantly as I fall asleep. He wakes me in the night once and does me in the missionary position. Then we fall asleep again.
The next morning, I cook him breakfast. Before leaving, I kneel to give him head once more as he sits like a king on the living room sofa. Then he lets me dress but does not let me wear my panties.
“You can have these back when you come back tonight,” he says.
“Oh Stan, I am so sore I don’t think I can manage.”
“Baby, you hold your end of the deal and I will hold mine,” he says and kisses me hard.
When I hail a cab in front of his apartment I am dying of shame at being pantyless in public for the first time in my adult life.
That noon, I go to a chic café downtown for a late brunch. Rebecca is already waiting for me.
“Ms. Tyler,” I say. Now that Stan is no longer around, we are back to being formal.
“I wanted to ask if the plan was successful, but then I noticed how gingerly you walked in and how pale you look. Been there, done him. Congratulations,” Rebecca says with a smile.
I smile back but say nothing. Rebecca slides a check across the table. The sum is large enough for me to keep servicing her husband throughout the next several months while she’s absent. Rebecca knows it’s impossible for her cock master of a husband to go without sex for so long, so she’s hired me to help keep him satisfied.
“Of course you will keep photos, you know, just in case,” she says.
Standing, I pocket the check and put on my glasses.
“Yes, I will, but if it comes to that we’ll have to negotiate the additional cost of the photos.”
Rebecca thinks this over and nods. Then I exit the café, stepping out into the noon sun. Stan has sent me a message: “Bet your pussy is still sore from my rod. Tonight I am going to do you till you beg and cry for me to stop. Be prepared.”
Laughing, I tuck the phone into my bag. Men. I’ve always suspected that the man-on-top position was invented by some clever woman. A few minutes of bearing a man’s weight and you can fool them into anything—like the notion that they’re actually in charge.
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I have exposed myself to four of my wifes friends. The first was one of my wifes college friends, She had stayed at our house and my wife and i were sleeping naked i was 24 at the time and we had been married 6 months. my wife was pretty drunk the night before and in the morning her friend came in and called her name, She never moved and her friend came closer and called her name again, My wife still never moved, Her friend said i need to know where the phone is so i can call a cab. Knowing my wife was passed out hard i rolled onto my back and used my leg to flip the covers off me, I have a pretty impressive p**** (about 8 1/2 inches erect and thick too) I opened my eyes just enough so i could see her but still looked like i was asleep, I pretende to snore as she walked around to my side of the bed and stood there wide eyed and mouth open. She reached down and ran her finger along the bottom side of my rock hard c*** and then quickly left the room. The second time we were sharing a cabin with my wifes little sister (17) and when we were drunk i got her to have s** with me and i left the door open and watched out of the corner of my eye as her sister peeked around the corner and watched me nail my wife from behind for about ten minutes then i pulled out and jerked off on her ass so her sister could see how big my c*** was, She stood there and watched me until i squeezed the last drop of c** out and then left the doorway. The third time we were staying at her moms and i had gotten up and went to the bathroom at like 6 in the morning my wife is a heavy sleeper and likes to sleep till 10 am. I left the door open and took off my underwear. Her mom is very good looking and single so i knew no one else was there i laid down and waited, when i heard her alarm go off i got rock hard and pulled the covers back, as she walked past the spare room she stopped and stepped back looking into the room, I could hear her making coffe and when i heard her come back down the hall i got hard again, She looked into the room and stared at my c*** for a minute and then whispered "Holy cow" as she walked away i couldn't control my giggling and stood up, I waited till she was coming back down the hall and turned to face the door as she walked by she clanced into the room and stopped saying "Oh goodness i'm sorry" and closed the door taking a quick peek as she did. two days ago my wife had brought her best friend home with her after the bar and i heard them come in so in the morning knowing that my wife would sleep till 10 or so and her friend was always up earlier than her i went to the livingroom and put in a dvd of one day at the lake where my wifes best friend was wearing a bikini and was being flirty shaking her ass and squeezing her big dd-cup b**** and shaking them at the camera, with a hand towel and lotion in hand i waited until i heard the door to her room open. With the volume muted and playing the ten or so minute clip of her i sat there and stroked my c*** , I could see her reflection in window because we have the blinds which are inside the window. she walked up and looked over my shoulder and stood there until i blew my load, She then quickly stepped into the kitchen and i stood up and put the dvd away and walked to the bedroom, a minute later i walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water and she was still standing there and as i talked to her she seemed very distracted. lol.

I exposed myself to my girlfriend's sister, who was a year younger than me when I was 20. She told my girlfriend, they decided I needed to be taught a lesson, and put me naked over the back of an armchair where they took turns belting my a*** redraw. When I thought it was over they had me in the diaper position and proceeded to beat my c*** and b**** with the belt.

I once caused my wife's bestie to see a picture of my hairless, erect d*** . She always looked at me strangely after that. I think she secretly wanted it but didn't want to s**** up her friendship.

I would love to be seen naked by my wife's friends. I'm not massive down there so would love for them to see me and laugh at my d*** . I fantasise about the humiliation of being seeing naked and teased by gorgeous women.

I would like to watch them laugh at you and slap your little d*** until you got hard and squirted your load; only to have them make you eat all your c** .

I only have a small c*** , about 3" hard. I love to expose it or be forced to expose it.i love the humiliation of people seeing and laughing at my little c*** . Being totally naked is best. Would love to have my d*** slapped. Don't think I would last long before I squirted. Neil from Lichfield

My wife and I have an arrangement. If she runs into one of her girlfriends and is bringing her home she calls me to make sure I will be naked. The anticipation of being seen naked gets me hard so hopefully they will love it.L

What were their reactions when they saw you nude?

My wife and I have a similar arrangement and when they catch me naked there is a short awkward moment but they invariably come back for more visits. Most times we are able to convince them to get naked too and let nature take it's course. Anything goes as long as it is consensual

Only did this to one of my ex-wife's friends. Funny thing is, the woman was hot as h*** , but an absolute b**** , and I really didn't like her. Was just attracted to her tight blonde ass and body, so gradually worked on her. Came to our house one morning to pick ex-wife up for work, ex was in bathroom, so I unzipped and took out my bulging item. Told her "Belle..This is what you cause". She was shocked, but then gave me the sly, sexy look of approval.

If she was worth her salt, she'd have dropped on her knees and sucked the cream out of your stick.

I came home from work and the wife cooking dinner andhad her best friend over. I went to take a shower, and when I came out of the master bath drying off I saw her best friend sitting on the bed. I pretended not to see her and started to dry my hair. I peeked at her and saw that she was staring at my p**** , which by now was semi-hard. I dropped the towel, and she kept looking, so I started to rub my c*** . I was about 5' away from her, and even though I could hear my wife through the open door, I couldn't stop touching myself. Her friend was seated, staring at my c*** , and I started j********** . With the door open I thought my wife could walk in any moment. This turned me on so much, plus h
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