Naked Tease

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I’m a very lucky man! I have a beautiful young wife who I love very much. She is a petite 24 year old hottie who turns heads wherever she goes. She stands only 5″ 2″ tall and weighs only 105 pounds, but it’s all in the right places, presenting a very curvy figure. Her tight little buns packed in a pair of jeans are something to behold, and she fills out a sweater quite well. To top it off her light brown hair, highlighted with blond streaks, is bobbed to the shoulders, curled under and to the front to frame an innocent face with a wide inviting smile; all giving her a pixie look. She works as a bank teller and is so cute that strange guys have actually approached her at her window, rose in hand, to ask her out. I have learned to live with the attention she gets and I must admit it makes me both proud and excited.

I must be reading too much porno and became obsessed with the thought of sharing her with another guy. I’m not sure why, but the thought of watching her perform for a stranger just drove me crazy! Part of it was letting someone know what I get all the time. . . . like showing off, I guess.

I fantasized about it when we had sex and began to include her in the role playing. The playing was fun for both of us and she seemed to get off on it, but would have nothing to do with the idea of doing it for real. But I kept pestering her about it and she kept refusing. Then one day she came home from the health club obviously excited and told me that we needed to talk. When I questioned her about it she said that it would have to wait until later when she could have a couple of drinks to loosen her up. Of course I was intrigued at that point and anxiously awaited our talk.

After dinner we sat together of the sofa, had a couple of glasses of wine and shared a joint. We were very mellow when she began.

“Michael, ya know the fantasy that we have been sharing recently?”

“Well, this new personal trainer just started at the club…”

You didn’t fuck some guys this afternoon, did you?” I interrupted.

“Oh no,” she reassured me, “He just showed a lot of interest in me, and I think he is hot.”

“Oh, ya do, do ya?” I teased, feeling a little more relaxed. “So does that mean you want to do him?” I continued.

“No, not do him, but it might be fun to play around with him a little.” she admitted. “Are you serious about wanting to watch me or is that just part of the fantasy?”

I spoke quickly, “No, I think it would be really hot to see!”

“Are you serious?”

“You wouldn’t be mad?”

“Wouldn’t you be jealous?” I spoke as honestly as I could, “I wouldn’t be mad unless you did it behind my back and yes, I would be jealous, but aroused too!”

“Well, he’s just moved here from Chicago and doesn’t know anyone here so, I could easily invite him to go out with us and see what happens.”

“Are you really sure you want me to do it?”

She was smiling the sweetest little smile and I had a raging hardon, so how could I refuse?

On Thursday she came back from the club smiling from ear to ear. “I did it!”

“He said that he would be thrilled to go dancing with us Saturday night.”

“He must have thanked me a dozen times before I left the gym.”

“I told him that we would meet him at 9:00 at Jakes.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

I assured her that it would be fun and exciting and that we could always back out if we didn’t feel comfortable with it. I was a bundle of nerves for the next two days. What a funny feeling. I was very excited, nervous as hell, and a little jealous, but it certainly put a spark into our life! All I could think about was how hot Trish was. Over and over I pictured her flawless tits with their stiff dark upturned nipples, the way she tapers to a narrow waist before slightly flaring again to the most perfect little butt that you have ever seen.

She had already told me that there would be no intercourse, but that she would tease him and play a little in front of me. My pecker was stiff for two days. Trish is so fucking hot and he might get to see her goodies and . . . maybe, get to touch some! And I would get to watch her tease him. Watch her flaunt herself before him. Let him see what I have, let him want her . . . but know that she’s mine!

Saturday finally arrived and I watched as Trish prepared to go out. She was obviously excited too, and took special care with her makeup and hair. As she buttoned her sundress I noticed that she wore only a white lace thong and her highest strappy heels. She really didn’t need a bra because nothing showed and her breasts needed no support, but is was very sexy to know that she would be braless all night, with only those skimpy panties keeping her from being naked!

We arrived at the dance club first and were already seated at a table when Todd approached. Holy fucking shit! He was impeccably dressed in a dark blazer, white freshly starched button up shirt, and gray slacks. He was tall, and built like a line backer. Of course that didn’t surprise me since I already knew he was a personal trainer . . . but he was black as coal! It’s not that I had any objections or that it mattered to me, but Trish had grown up in a small town and as far as I knew had never known a black person in her life, so it came as quite a shock.

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