u/ropeadope_8

Sometimes it is her mild stories which play in my mind over and over. My wife, now in her 40s, recently told me about going to a house party hosted by her friends in her university days when she was 20. She said there were 50-60 people at the party and it was a lot of fun; drinking, dancing, flirting etc. As the numbers started to dwindle in the early hours, and as she was a little wasted, she decided to stay over and found a spot on a sofa and a blanket to sleep under.

At some point in the night she says she must have got disconcerted thinking she was in bed at home, and stripped completely naked under her sheet.

When she woke mid morning to voices in the adjacent rooms she noticed she had kicked her sheet off to the floor.

She said 14-15 people had stayed over and only a few remained. The only way out of the house was through this room with the sofa!

She was a little embarrassed telling me this but I found it a huge turn knowing that her friends and strangers had seen her big 36DD tits and hairy pussy on display as they had left the house.

Anyone else enjoy their wife’s mild stories as much their wild ones?

My wife (now 46) went for her first massage when she was in her late teens at a Beach resort in Turkey. One of her friends was keen to go so a few of them went in to a place straight off the beach. They were all allocated different ‘ rooms’ with a curtain acting as a wall to divide the beds.

As it was her first massage so she was a little surprised when a male masseur walked in. My wife said he was much older than her, late 20s with dark hair wearing a tight black polo and black trousers.

She was wearing a bikini. The masseur told her to take it off. As he turned away, she quickly stripped it off and she climbed on the bed face down. Naked.

I asked her if he put a towel over her. He didn’t. The guy took his time massaging some oil into her back then moved to her legs starting with her calves and then up to her thighs, gradually parting then and working his fingers over her ass and close to her pussy lips.

After he’d had his fun doing that, he asked my wife to roll over. She did. Her big tits and pussy completely exposed.

She said she had her eyes closed but knew he was looking over her before oiling up her breasts (36dd), massaging them in a circular motion for a few minutes and running his fingers over her pale pink nipples.

It was only when talking to her friends later, that she realised their experiences - bikini bottoms still on, towels for privacy, ass & tits not oiled up - had been very different. They laughed at her. She was okay about it then and now.

She has a few vacation snaps from that trip. My favourite is one of her wearing the same black and white bikini that he told her to take off.

When 20 & single, my wife (mid 40s now) was vacationing with friends in Europe on a party island for a couple of weeks of sunbathing & sleeping through the day, partying through the night. The four girls were sharing a private but basic room in a hostel. One night, her friend Em got wasted at a bar in the town and was worse for wear. My wife, enjoying the buzz of a few drinks and a lively bar, was disappointed but agreed it was best to take Em back in a taxi while her other two friends stayed out.

When they got back around midnight it wasn’t long before her friend was in the top bunk breathing heavily, passed out. My wife climbed into the lower bunk of the same bed a little frustrated about her night being brought to premature close.

As she struggled to get to sleep she began to hear an unmistakable rhythmic pounding on the thin wall next to her bed and some stifled moaning. Soon enough, my wife said the pounding grew louder as whoever was fucking on the other side of the wall got more frantic. My wife said that their moans turned her on and that as the walls were so thin it almost felt that she was in the room with them.

My wife pulled her vest up so she could caress one of her big 36dd tits and slipped the other hand under the band of her shorts. She began to eagerly rub her clit to the sounds of the slapping, moaning and fucking next door. My wife said that as the girl came loudly she desperately fingered her soaking pussy to release her own orgasm.

She said that as she came she buried her head into a pillow to stifle her own moans and that her leg was almost drumming against the wooden slats of the bunk as an intense orgasm washed over her.

As her breathing subsided she heard giggling from the bunk above as Em asked her ‘Was that nice?’. She hadn’t been fully asleep!

I asked if Em ever spoke to her about it. She said not and that she remembered feeling embarrassed, desperately hoping that her drunk friend wouldn’t remember in the morning but that Em had given her a wry smile when they woke the next day. I like to think that Em told her other two friends what she had heard in the bunk below!