Be mine

Be mineThis story is for my wife. I'm honoured by everyone who takes the time to read it trough and I cherish every feedback, good or bad. But my main audience is she. My muse, my desire, my life. It's a re-imagining of a night we spent with some of our friends, kind of a "what if.." story. Babe you are always on my mind. I love you. Enjoy. I sit in the chair and watch you. The movement of bodies is like ripples and waves of a great river.I sit and watch. A flame of a dozen candles shimmers in the room, their heat radiates into my bones and joints. Into my heart. There is something sizzling and boiling within me. I watch. Your nude body twisting and turning in the circle of three naked men. They surround you, you have no escape. They erect penises pointing at you. Pretentious hands touching you all over, exploring every inch of your naked skin; your face, your breasts, your thighs.Somebody grabs your hair as he thrusts his penis into your mouth; another makes you jerk him; yet another leans in between your legs and licks your soaking wet pussy.They are using you.I'm looking for a sign. An indication that you want me to intervene but you don't seem to mind.So I watch.I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, it sounds like claps in an empty theatre. Sweat is running down my neck. The ball of heat in my stomach keeps growing. I don't yet know what it is; rage or joy, jealousy or pleasure. The scorching feeling is creeping up my neck, it's going to blow. Soon. But I don't move.I sit. And I watch.Only 30 minutes ago we were standing in the kitchen, hastily whispering to each other like conspirators, while our guests were waiting for the next bottle of wine.'So? What happened?' I ask.'Not much.' you shroud your shoulders.'No, no. You won't get away so easy!' I say vehemently 'You went after him to the bathroom. And the two of you been there for like 30 minutes or so. Something must have happened.'You sigh with surrender.'Okay, well. He is drunk. He talked about her.''Aha.' I nod.'They been together for like five years, haven't they?' you continue.'Aha.''It's only been a couple of weeks that they broke up.''Aha.''He's missing her. He's lonely and desperate. I think he even cried a little.''Aha.''He talked, I listened. Then...he tried to kiss me.'The kitchen suddenly spins around me.'He did what?' I ask with a bit of temper in my voice.'Well..' you say 'He got emotional. He tried to kiss me.''And what did you do?''I let him.'The kitchen takes another spin.'So..you kissed?''Yeah.''And that was it?'You hesitate a little. The room keeps spinning around me.'He sort of kept touching me. He's been stroking me over my trousers. And I've been rubbing his cock through his jeans.'I swallow nervously. You look at me with slight worry in your eyes but continue slowly.'I got quite turned on. I would have gone further but I heard you calling for me.'For a moment I find no words. A thought is slowly forming in my mind. My mouth gets dry and a nervous laugh is tickling the back of my throat. 'What would you have done?' I ask very quietly.You shroud your shoulder again,'I don't know?! Suck him?'Gulp'Are you mad at me?' you ask while staring at me with those big, warm brown eyes.'No.' I shake my head.'Are you...turned on?' there is a cheeky smile in the corner of your lips. It's pointless to deny it. My breathing is faster than it should be, my cheeks are red and I have a throbbing erection. Your smile gets wider as you lock your arms around me.'You are turned on.' this time it wasn't a question. You are a bad girl. And I love you for it. Our marriage never really been a traditional one. We've always had deep trust and honesty between us. We shared things with each other that would have ruined or the very least seriously hurt many other couples. In the company of our more conservative friends I often thought of us as "the coolest couple on the block". Over the years we even misbehaved with others once or twice. Mostly when we were wasted. With each other's consent of course. It always excited me when you got naughty in front of me and yet, all I feel now is nerves.'Do you want him?' I almost whisper.You pull me close to yourself and whisper in my ear. Your voice is tense with excitement.'He is good looking but.. I like his friend as well.''Which one?''The tall one.''So....you want...' gulp '..both of them?'You don't answer just burry your face in between my neck and shoulder.'And what should we do with the third one? Send him home?' I ask.You raise your head and whisper to my ear again.'We don't have to send him away. I think he can stay... I mean...would you be OK with that? Would it be OK if I'd fuck all three of them?'You pull me even closer and hold me tight as you whisper:'You could watch...?!'Bang. The ceiling just fell on me. At least it feels that way. I admitted to you that I had similar fantasies a long time ago. But those were just fantasies. We talked about things, made up imaginary scenarios with various people in various combinations. Throughout the years of our marriage it helped keep things fresh and exciting. Heck, even dipped our toes into the murky waters of swinging a couple of times. But I've never would have imagined this evening to turn out like this. My wife, this innocent looking sexy little girl just expressed her desire to fuck our guests, the three guys sitting in our living room...with me watching.For a minute neither of us talks. We just stand there holding each other.'So are we doing this? Tonight?' you whisper. There is excitement in your voice and nervousness. The jealousy stabs into me like icy needle. But there is a hot bubble of excitement growing in my chest. 'I guess... If you want to... ' I hesitate. Through all my muddled feelings there is something else, something stronger than jealousy or excitement. I'm suddenly reminded how much I love you. And how much I fear for you. 'I just don't want you to get hurt.' I deliberately try to deepen my voice so I sound more serious. I lean closer, place my hands on your hips 'Me?! To get hurt?' your eyes widen 'What about you? I'm more worried about you!''Yeah, but...three guys? If things get too ...I don't know...wild, they can do something you don't want to. Make you do things...''God I hope so.' you giggle nervously. Then seeing the serious look on my face you add 'Don't worry, I can handle guys. Besides, you'll be there to protect me.'I fold my arms around your waist and pull you closer as I look into your eyes. My stomach is in a knot and my head is a mess. But I made my decision. I won't fight against the flood, I will let it roam.'If you want to do this, I want to watch you doing it.' is all I say.You smile at me and cover my lips with yours'Okay. Then let's do it. Give me fifteen minutes.'You slip out of the kitchen, I stay by myself. My mouth feels dry and my heart is in my throat. What just happened? I shake my head and pick out two more wine bottles from the fridge. Shrieking laughter in the living room. Empty bottles lie around underneath the table ; wine, beer, whiskey. The smell of fried meat and fries still lingers even though the food is gone. As I return Pete is on the floor displaying his ability to perform one handed pushups. Max and Alex loudly roots for him. Amused roar explodes when Pete collapses after a few pushups. I fill up the glasses again as we sit back to our places. 'Where is Klara?' asks Max.'She'll be right back.' I answer. He doesn't picks up the deceitful tone in my voice. My head is still spinning from the conversation we've had mere seconds ago. Your words still ring in my ear.The guys are comfortable. Even though two of them never been in our place before. We've been drinking and eating for a good few hours, the spirit is on its height.I knew Pete the longest. We've been working together for years. As I look at him I hear your whisper and feel your warm breath in my ear, like you would stand right next to me 'He tried to kiss me...'. He's an ex marine in his early thirties. Next to his full time job he's also pulling weekends as a fitness instructor '...I let him'. Even though our relation is mostly professional '...I've been rubbing his cock through his jeans...' we had a few pints after work over the years. So he wasn't surprised when I invited him over for a friendly dinner during the weekend, especially in the wake of the break up with his long term girlfriend '...he's missing her...' . We thought it would do him good if he would spend some time among friendly faces '...suck him?!...' It was only a few days ago that he asked if he could bring two of his friends ...would it be OK?...'. They were going to take him out. Instead of calling off the dinner he asked if it's OK for all three of them to come '...fuck all three of them?...'. We haven't had any objections.Max is a few years younger than me '...what should we do with the third one?...'. It's obvious that he is the sane one in the group. He doesn't talk much and always very polite '...send him home?...'. He felt a bit out of his comfort zone at first, being in a place of people previously unknown but he did warm up. His choice of drinks is somewhat more sophisticated; red wine instead of lager and scotch on the rocks instead of mixed with coke. His blue eyes show kindness and honesty as I sit down next to him '...I think he can stay...'.Alex is pretty much the polar opposite of him. Tall guy '...the tall one...' with wide shoulders and somewhat of a beer belly '...I like his friend as well...'. He is loud when he speaks, loud when he laughs, and capable of drinking a considerable amount of beer. He seems to think himself to be the established leader of the gang, even though Pete is clearly stronger physically and Max is better educated and better employed. I'm pretty sure Alex is the one who comes up with the kind of bad ideas that usually turn into the best memories. Throughout the evening he constantly addresses me as "dude" or "buddy" what I found abit strange given that I'm older than him. But I guess in his circles this is the sign of good will and acceptance'...you can watch?!...'.I shake my head. Instinctive movement, no one noticed it. No effect though, your voice keep grinding in my head.'...you can watch me. Watch me! Watch as this guy...the tall one...bends me over and...I like his friend...and bangs me from behind. Watch me...as those kind blue eyes ...he can stay...fill up with lust...fucks me ...pushing his body in between my legs...pounding my pussy...playing with my tits...fucks your wife. And watch as...Pete...your friend...tried to kiss me... and I let him...I'll suck him...I'll let him push his cock in my mouth...push it down my throat...let him gag me with it...let him cum...all three of them...let all three of them cum...you can watch...as I let ...all three of them cum...on me...own me...fuck me...three of them fuck me...CHRIST.It's like I woke from a trans. The others talk about something but I don't listen. My cock is rock hard again.Alex finishes his story about an unexpected turn of a night out and in the momentarily quiet after the collective laugh I feel that I should say something. Make preparations, suggestions, involve them somehow in our plans. I take a quick look towards our bedroom. The door is closed, you are inside doing god knows what. I take a deep breath and even though I have no idea what's going to come out of my mouth I start talking.'So guys.' I start 'What do you think about Klara?' Pete turns his attention towards the bowl of crisps on the table, Alex pops open another bottle, only Max seems to listen, all too eager to pay us back for our hospitality.'She's cool.' he's nodding unsuspectingly having no clue what I'm talking about 'Why?''Well...I'm just asking cause...you know...it's my imagination...sort of a fantasy...'Bollocks! What the crap am I supposed to say? Would you guys want to fuck my wife while I watch?Pete nodding his head eagerly while pretty much burying his face in the crisp bowl. Alex is murmuring something to Max who tries to share his attention between me and his friend. No one listens and I'm about to lose the plot. This is the moment when you step into the room. 'Is everything alright boys?' you ask with sweet voice.Now every pair of eyes turns to you.You re-done your make-up and let your hair down to your shoulders. You wearing a tight white shirt, the one you cannot button in properly cause it's too tight over your breasts. It highlights as opposed to hides your red and black bra, which you picked for Christmas in Ann Summers. I'm pretty sure you wearing the matching french knickers as well. A chill comes over me when I remember, that one has a slit on the front. A short skirt stretches on your hips. I can't remember when I saw you in a skirt last time. Probably back in a day when we first started dating. This one looks like something you would wear on a night out back in those days. It follows perfectly the shape of your body. Lace top glossy stockings and high heels make the spectacle perfect, the suspenders abruptly disappearing under the fringe of your skirt.I knew you were getting ready for an entrance and I'm astonished by you. You look stunning. When you disappeared in the bedroom first I thought you might appear in lingerie only, maybe wearing your white lacy corset or see through body. But this is better. More seductive and less intimidating that you are dressed in actual clothes; even if slutty ones. The chosen pieces lustfully follow your contours, enhancing but covering all your curves in all the right places. And that what is partially hidden is usually more tempting. With a cheerful swagger you walk towards us and you sit on the only free chair, touching distance from me and Pete but across the table from Max and Alex.There is an uneasy silence. The guys aren't sure what's happening. Even with the alcohol soaked dull senses they realise that they have no control over the situation. But they can't take their eyes off you. Even the always polite Max is having a hard time not to stare. And I realise that you enjoy their attention. You throw your head back and brush through your hair. The scent of your perfume lingers in the air. Fully aware of the men hungrily watching your every move you gently soothe your fingers down on your neck all the way to your breast. As you slowly start to stroke your nipple through the shirt you look up, back into those staring eyes. Now you place your hands on your thighs slowly opening them and let them take a little sneak peek on your knickers. Seductive smile on your lips as the three guys take a deep breath. I'm amazed by you. You are like a nymph. A goddess. Fearlessly wielding your feminine power over the men who are stunned and mesmerised by you. You relish their awakening savage instincts and take joy in the knowledge that for momentarily you are the singular object of all of their desires.Suddenly you stand, take a step towards Alex and sit on his lap while fold you arms around his neck.'Hi.' you smile at him seductively. He looks at you, then onto me, then back at you again. 'So as I said..' I broke the stillness '..I have this fantasy, for a long time now. I'd like to watch my wife being fucked by other men. ' Now finally I have their attention 'And as we came together so spontaneously we thoughts that tonight might be the night.' I notice from the corner of my eye that you send me a cheeky smile 'What do you think?'It is quite a shock on the three of them. They probably hastily counting their options; leg it or stay and see what happens. They seem rather uneasy maybe even a bit embarrassed. They are avoiding my sight. They try to avoid looking at you as well but that proves to be hard. Finally Pete asks the question that probably puzzling them all:'Yeah man, but...why?''Good question.' I smile 'Me myself couldn't answer that for a while. I thought there might be something wrong with me that I fantasize about these things that are a nightmare for most men. Then I did look around online and as it turns out there is actually quite a large number of couples who are into this. There is a whole lifestyle about it, called hotwifing. Or cuckolding, depending on the country. But I prefer hotwifing.There are different theories why this could be appealing for some men. Some say it's actually "emotional S