Ive read a number of letters from men who enjoy watching other men make love to their wives. I wonder if youve ever received any letters from these wi...es and hear their side of the story. My husband has always encouraged me to dress in sexy outfits. My dresses had to be cut low to show a lot of cleavage, and my hemlines had to be higher than the current fashion. My underwear had to be black and of lace, stockings had to be sheer, pantyhose were forbidden, and see-through clothes were a must.. Shegave me a smile of solidarity as she went for the third. "Anyonedrinking that hard and fast I know the story for, my only questions areabout details of the heartache and if you have the cash to cover yourdrinks."I pulled a twenty from my pocket, tugging it from the other noteswithout revealing them to the room, and put it on the counter. "There'sone answer for you. What's your name?"She looked amused as she began to sort out my last drink. I toyed withthe shot she had just placed, watching. God, it felt just great and I just came and came until I was limp and my cock just slipped out of her.Astrid just lay there and moaned. She didn't seem to be able to move at all. I wasn't in much better shape and had just collapsed on top of her. I don't know how long we lay there like that, but eventually Astrid stopped moaning."You have to get off of me, Sweetie," she said, tiredly."OK," I mumbled after a few seconds and tried to get up. It was a real struggle, but I made it and then helped. Her hands moved into my folds of wetness and she ran both index fingers up and around my clit.“Oh my god.” I groaned. The feelings coursing through my body were electric, tiny shocks rippled through me. She continued to stroke me, opening my pussy folds and revealing my clit button which she massaged in tiny circular motions. I gasped again, willing her in my mind to do more.She then brought her mouth to my pussy and making her tongue pointy she probed my wetness, wiggling it on my clit,.