Excerpted from “Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching, Vol.2”
You and some friends are drinking one at your house one night. You are all feeling pretty loose when you wife comes in with another tray full of beers for you.
“Here you go boys,” she says cheerily as she sets down the tray. “Don’t bother to invite me to join you anything.”
Your buddies all laugh, and you join in weakly, but you don’t like the way they are looking down the front of her dress as she bends down to put the tray on the coffee table.
“Come over here and sit with us,” says Bob, a guy you know from work. He’s more of rival than a friend. You are always trying to outdo each other, but he’s friends with your other pals, so you invite him over sometimes. It annoys you how he looks your wife’s body over as he moves over to make room on the couch for her.
“Why thank you Bob, at least there is one gentleman among you,” says your wife teasingly.
Your friends react by teasing you in turn. “Whoa,” “Oh, boy, you heard, that, Jim?”
You just roll your eyes and lean over to grab a beer for yourself.
“Thank you for bringing us more beer, darling,” you say sarcastically, tipping your beer at your wife.
“You are welcome, dear,” she says primly as she helps herself to one.
You all resume chatting for a while but Bob keeps looking over at your wife’s boobs. They do seem rather jiggly this evening and you are enjoying the view but wish Bob would stop looking at them.
“Jennifer, can I ask you a personal question?” he asks your wife, shooting you a devilish glance.
“Sure, Bob, I don’t see why not,” she says casually, recrossing her legs and tossing her foot playfully.
“Are you wearing a bra right now?” he asks, suppressing a smile.
You wife blushes furiously, and quickly crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously as your buddies break out in nervous laughter. A couple of your friends look over at you apprehensively. It’s no secret that you and Bob are always competing with one another.
You keep your cool and just smirk at Bob, “Ha ha,” you say in a deadpan voice.
Your wife looks over at you helplessly, her cheeks flushed bright red. “Well, actually, no, I’m not, Bob. I didn’t think anyone would notice.”
Bob furrows his brow earnestly and gives you wife a look of consternation. “Oh, I’m sorry, Jennifer. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”
Your wife relaxes slightly and gives a half-hearted chuckle. “Oh, it’s alright Bob, I guess you boys have had a few drinks and it loosened your tongue a bit,” She lowers her arms hesitantly and Bob watches with interest as her nipples grow hard and poke through the fabric of her dress.
“You’re right, alcohol lowers your inhibitions,” he says, gazing brazenly at your wife’s tits, not bothering to look her in the eye.
She notices his attention and looks over at you with an uncomfortable grimace, but she keeps her arms by her sides and doesn’t bother covering her boobs again.
You scratch your head in annoyance, but aren’t sure how to react.
“So yeah,” says your wife, “What were we talking about again?”
“Your boobs!” laughs your buddy Pete to more laughter. You shoot him a dirty look but he just shrugs an apology and you can see that he is just a little ***** and didn’t mean anything by it.
“Right,” says Bob apologetically, still not taking his eyes off your wife’s rack, “I am sorry I brought them up, but see when I saw that you weren’t wearing a bra, I was wondering if you, uh, wanted us to notice them,” He turns to you and wags his eyebrows at you like Groucho Marx and you have to restrain the urge to jump up and pop him one.
“Oh lord,” gasps your wife with amazement. Then she slaps Bob’s shoulder and breaks out laughing. “Don’t be silly. I am allowed to be comfortable in my own home, aren’t I?”
“And then you bent over and we all got a nice view of your cleavage…” continues Bob shooting you another cocky glance.
“Purely unintentional, I’m sure,” asserts your wife, trying to laugh it off and giving you a significant look.
“Oh, no, don’t apologize, we all enjoyed it, didn’t we boys?” says Bob looking around for support. Your friends just laugh awkwardly and avoid his eyes. Everyone except Pete that is, who is ***** enough to chime in.
“Honestly, Jennifer, I did enjoy catching a glimpse of those gorgeous orbs of yours,” he says with a slight slur and a crooked smile.
“Pete, you’re *****,” says your wife kindly. “But that’s, uh, nice of you to say, I guess.”
“Let’s change the subject, now, shall we?” you demand coldly, glaring at Bob with hatred.
“Oh yes, please,” says your wife, relieved that you are taking control of the conversation.
“Does it bother you that we like looking at your wife’s breasts?” asks Bob nonchalantly.
You are surprised that he is pressing forward like this and are at a loss for words for a second. “Uh, wouldn’t you be?” you ask.
“Honestly? No, it wouldn’t bother me at all. My wife would just laugh it off, I’m sure,” he says smugly.
“Well I just laughed it off too,” pipes up your wife, squaring her shoulders indignantly. She is subtly thrusting her chest forward as though daring Bob and Pete to look.
“Well that fact that you didn’t wear a bra and bent over to show us your boobs seems to be making your husband nervous,” says Bob, turning to your wife with a smile.
“Now wait a minute,” she laughs, blushing anew. “I wasn’t trying to show anyone anything.”
“I don’t know what your are insinuating, but I have perfect faith in my wife, Bob,” you chime in defensively.
“Jim and I have a very solid relationship,” agrees you wife with a emphatic nod.
“So he shouldn’t mind if you show us your breasts?” he asks archly. “I mean a little thing like that shouldn’t affect your relationship at all.”
“No of course it wouldn’t, but I didn’t intend to show you anything…” insists your wife, looking at him strangely.
“I’d like to see them again,” offers Pete, clearly ***** at this point.
One of you other pals shushes him up and looks apologetically over at you and your wife.
“But it would be no big deal if you were to show us. You could just flash them for us maybe. It’s not like you and Jim would get divorced over it,” presses Bob.
“Wait, are you asking me to flash my boobs for you?” asks your wife with surprise. “Pete’s *****, but what’s your excuse?”
“I like boobs,” Bob admits with a smile. “I like your boobs,” he adds lecherously gazing at them obviously. You wife giggles in spite of herself and glances at you guiltily.
“Alright Bob, just can it,” you say angrily. You notice a couple of your other friends shifting nervously.
“Maybe we should be going,” says your pal Sam. “I think we’ve all had a few too many. Better call a cab.”
“That’s a good idea, let’s call it night,” you agree with relief.
“You have an amazing body, I’m sorry if it makes you nervous for me to tell you,” says Pete drunkenly taking your wife’s hand.
Jennifer just laughs and let’s Pete kiss her hand. “Pete, you are normally a perfectly polite and respectful guest. I promise not to tease you about this once you have sobered up,” she says with a twinkle in her eye.
“Perfect, now why not pull them out real quick so we can get a better look,” says Pete gesturing clumsily at her chest.
Sam leaps to his feet and guides Pete back to his seat shaking his head at you in amazement.
“You are going to be really embarrassed in the morning, Pete,” you say with resignation. “I promise not to tell your wife about it, though.”
“Jeez, you guys are making me self-conscious,” says your wife touching her bosom gently. “I can’t just go flashing my chest for other men while my husband is sitting right there…”
“Well I hope you wouldn’t do it even if I was in the other room,” you laugh which makes her lower her eyes and blush an even deeper red.
“Well, let her do what she wants,” says Bob. “She didn’t come out here bra-less for nothing,” he says looking her over lewdly.
“I don’t know what you are suggesting,” says your wife primly.
“You want to show us, you knew we could see down your dress when you bent over like that. Don’t be coy, we are all adults here. Go ahead and show us if you want to. We certainly don’t mind seeing some beautiful breasts,” says Bob matter-of-factly.
“Bob, you are such a prick, do you know that?” you say.
“Can’t you see that this is making my husband angry?” says your wife uncertainly.
“Wait, it’s making me angry? Aren’t you offended by all this?” you ask her, startled at her attitude.
“Well, not really. Boys will be boys and all that,” says your wife with a wry grin. “I just don’t want you to get upset,” she says.
“You mean that you would show them your tits if it didn’t bother me?” you ask incredulously.
“Well of course not, I see that it would bother you,” she says quickly, biting her lip nervously.
Bob just watches your interaction with interest as Sam hurriedly fishes out his phone and starts calling a cab.
“You aren’t answering the question. You seem to be saying that you would gladly flash your boobs for these guys if I agreed to it,” you demand.
“She did bend over and offer a nice view already…” mutters Bob.
Your wife slaps his shoulder in exasperation. “Shush now, you are making it worse.”
“Please answer the question, dear,” you say patiently.
“Ugh. Why are you doing this?” she asks unhappily. “Maybe I would give them a thrill if I thought you wouldn’t mind. Why not? I don’t get much attention from men these days.”
“Oh, I can’t believe that,” says Bob soothingly. “I’m sure men still check you out.”
“Nope,” says your wife, sniffing slightly. “I honestly feel invisible around men most of the time.”
“Can we not get into this personal stuff in front of the guests?” you ask uncomfortably.
“You wanted to know,” she snaps at you, upset now. “Would I flash my boobs? Sure I would.”
“Well do it then!” laughs Pete ******* of the tension between your wife and you.
She grabs the top of her dress and stares at you daring you to object.
You just shrug your shoulders, unable to believe that she would go through with it.
But she does. She pulls the top of her dress right down and her soft white breasts come spilling out. She turns and points her erect pink nipples right at Bob.
“Are you happy now?” she asks him.
“Sure,” he says. “May I?” he asks reaching out his hands.
“Do what you want,” she says softly.
You look on in stunned silence as Bob grasps your wife’s tender boobs in his rough hands and pinches her nipples gently.
“You wife is an outstanding hostess,” Bob says to you as he fondles your wife’s knockers and smiling crudely.
You jump up and rush over to intercede, but he quickly withdraws his hands. Your wife flips her top back up and gives you a frightened stare.
“Get the fuck out!” you shout at Bob, pointing to the door.
He stands abruptly and holds his hands up defensively. “Easy, bud, easy. Just a little drunken tomfoolery. We didn’t mean anything by it.”
Your guests file quickly out of the room muttering awkward goodbyes and your friend Sam puts his hand on your shoulder.
“This won’t seem so bad in the light of day tomorrow,” he says sympathetically.
You nod at him tight-lipped and say nothing.
Once everyone is gone, you turn on your wife angrily.
“What the hell was that all about?” you shriek. “I can’t believe you humiliated me in front of my friends! You know Bob is my rival at work!”
“I know dear,” she says looking at you beseechingly. “Please forgive me. I don’t know what got into me.”
She seems genuinely contrite and upset, so you just let it go and head off to bed, muttering angrily to yourself.
Your wife joins you a few minutes later and you lay in bed together not talking for a while.
She snuggles close to you, but you just lay there coldly, not responding. She reaches over and starts fondling your penis and you grunt reluctantly, but you don’t stop her.
“You know, it was pretty exciting for me to show my boobs tonight,” she purrs in your ear as she fondles your cock.
“That’s nice,” you say grumpily but you can’t hide the fact that your dick stiffens in response.
Your wife notices you getting harder and continues huskily. “Pete and Bob weren’t the only ones looking you know. Sam couldn’t keep his eyes off of them. I didn’t know that I could still have that effect on men.”
“And all you have to do is act a slut,” you say turning to her as she continues working your rod with her hand.
“Well, I’ve been pretty modest my whole life up until now,” she says eyeing you lovingly as she bends over to go down on you.
“Oh shit,” you exclaim with pleasure as she wraps her lips around your shaft and sucks.
She pauses and says. “It really made me wet when Bob fondled my boobs right in front of you. He just grasped them rudely and pinched my nipples while you sat right there.”
“Yeah, I didn’t like that,” you say, but are surprised that your cock gets even harder as she brings it up again.
“Are you sure?” she asks coyly feeling your cock’s reaction.
“Jesus! What are you saying?” you say, avoiding her eyes.
You wife climbs on top of you and slides your throbbing member inside her. It plunges easily into her soaking pussy and you gasp with satisfaction.
“I think you enjoyed that little show tonight,” says your wife as she works herself up and down on your hardon.
You are about to object, but she puts her finger over your lips. “You can’t hide the fact that it aroused you. I think I should invite Bob and Peter over again for another little party. Heck, I should include Sam too from the way he looked at my titties tonight. Maybe I will wear something a little more… intimate.”
“I don’t think…” you start to object.
“Hush,” she says softly. “Maybe I will let them do more than just cop a feel, too,” she says devilishly. And now you are too busy cumming inside her to pretend to complain. She joins you by climaxing herself almost simultaneously, and you wonder how strange it is that this perversion has resurrected your love life.
Your wife gets down on her knees for your rival
continued from “Your wife lets a rival squeeze her tits.”
After that party where you all got ***** and your wife let Bob, your rival from work squeeze her bare boobs, you were surprised at what amazing sex you had with your wife. She realized that her flirting with other guys turned you on. She had joked about inviting them over again but you were surprised when they actually showed up at the door one night.
“Oh, hey guys. I wasn’t expecting you,” you say one night when your friends Pete and Sam show up with a case of beer. Bob is with them and you just glower at him as you let them all in.
“Jennifer said you were having a party tonight,” says Sam with confusion.
“Look Jim, I’m really sorry about what happened last time,” says Bob with an insincere look on his face, holding out his hand to shake.
“Right,” you say tightly, keeping your hands to your sides.
Bob just shrugs and greets your wife. “Hello Jennifer. You look very nice tonight.”
You wife has entered the room wearing a short, low cut dress that shows the tops of thigh high stockings. Her cleavage is hanging out and you notice your guests all looking her up and down from her chest to her shapely legs.
“I’m glad you came, Bob. I hope there are no hard feelings from last time,” says your wife.
“None at all,” he says gazing at her boobs.
“Great, give me a hug then,” she says and then they embrace for a little longer than is appropriate. Bob is running his hands up and down your wife’s back and then gripping her tightly against his body. She looks over his shoulder at you as she hugs him and give you a devilish wink, then she pinches his ass.
“Whoa, easy there.” laughs Bob, slapping your wife on the ass and then releasing her. “Your husband is going to get the wrong impression.”
“Oh, he’s a good sport. He’s doesn’t mind a little harmless flirting.” says your wife giving you a significant look.
Pete and Sam just chuckle nervously and watch your reaction as you press your lips together tightly and glare at Bob with hatred.
You all sit down and start drinking. You have a bad feeling about this. The guys are all checking out your wife’s body and she is giggling flirtatiously and recrossing her legs a lot. It’s turning you on, but you are worried about how far your wife will go.
After everyone has had a few drinks and relaxed a little, Bob gives you a smug smile and says. “You know, Jim, after I felt up your wife’s boobs last time, I was afraid you wouldn’t ever invite me back again.”
“Uh, yeah, let’s put that behind us ok?” says Sam quickly, noting your ire with trepidation.
Pete chimes in. “Come on Sam, don’t make such a big deal about it. Jim’s Ok, right Jim? Just some harmless fun.”
“Well, I think you guys got a little carried away last time, but … yeah. It was harmless I guess,” you say shifting uncomfortably in your seat.
“Oh, don’t lie to your friends, dear. You loved it,” says your wife, slapping you on the knee playfully. “Having other guys pay attention to me reminded him that I might still have a little sex appeal left.”
“Well, well, well. That’s very interesting.” says Bob looking your wife over and rubbing his hands together. “Were you planning on giving him another thrill tonight? That outfit is pretty suggestive.”
You are about to snap a rebuttal when Sam cuts you off. “Now take it easy, Bob,” he says. “I think you’ve got to admit that things did get a little out of hand last time.”
Pete just shakes his head. “Sam, you are acting so holier-than-thou right now. You enjoyed seeing Jennifer’s boobs as much as we did,” he says with a teasing smile.
“Fess up, Sam,” says your wife jiggling her boobs for him slightly.
“Ok, Jenn,” you warn her softly but she just pouts dramatically at you.
‘Shouldn’t I shake my boobs for them?” she asks you innocently.
“Uh, no,” you say, looking at your friends with distrust.
“But didn’t that turn you on a little?” she asks curiously.
“Jenn… can we not talk about this right now?” you say, embarrassment setting in. You can’t believe your wife is putting you on the spot like this.
“Hey Jim, don’t be embarrassed,” Pete tells you good naturedly. “We are all old friends here… well except for you and Bob.” Everyone laughs at that but you just smile ruefully. “But I think it’s probably a common fantasy, wife sharing or whatever. I like it when Susan flirts a little bit.”
“She never let some guy finger her knockers in front of you though, did she?” you blurt out, your heart racing and your member slowly stiffening at the thought in spite of herself.
“No. But that was pretty hot,” he says with a lewd smile.
“Ok, look, I think I see where we stand here,” says Bob standing up. “Jim, you are reluctant about this and probably afraid to come out and admit that your are getting off on it. But it’s clear that your wife wants to play this out a little further, so I am going to help you both out.”
“Oh, yeah, how so?” you ask belligerently.
“Jennifer, would you stand up please?” says Bob.
Your wife gives you a reassuring smile and squeezes your hand before complying. “Ok Bob,” she says standing up and standing in front of him.
“Why don’t you go ahead and take your dress off now?” he says commandingly.
Jennifer starts giggling nervously and looks over her shoulder at you. Your heart is pounding in your ears and your can’t believe that he just came out and said that.
“You can’t just tell my wife what to do!” you yelp.
“I’m just asking,” he says confidently. “Look Jenn, he’s in denial, you are going to need to help him out with this fantasy. Just turn around and I will help you unzip that dress.”
“Oh boy,” says Jennifer. Then she turns to you, “Do you think you could handle this honey?”
“I could handle it,” pipes up Pete excitedly. “Get naked by all means.”
“Jesus, Pete!” complains Sam.
“Well I’m not naked under this, I do have panties on,” says your wife to Pete with a smile.
“But no bra, right?” he says gesturing at her jiggling breasts.
“That’s obvious, isn’t it?” she laughs. “Ok, I know that Jim wants me to do this in his heart but he can’t admit it. Bob had the balls to stand up and ask me to do it. Pete will play along once he’s sauced up enough. But what about you, Sam? I don’t want to freak you out.” She puts her hands on her hips.
“Uh what are you asking?” says Sam licking his lips unconsciously as he ogles your wife’s body, then looking over at you guiltily.
“Do you want me to take my dress off or not?” demands your wife playfully.
“Um, that’s up to you, I guess,” he says, sweat breaking out on his forehead.
“I think I see you getting a stiffy, so I will take that as a yes,” laughs your wife pointing at Sam’s lap.
“Christ, Jenn, are you serious?” you ask, shifting in your seat to hide your own growing boner. This is incredibly erotic, but you just wish Bob wasn’t involved.
“Oh, you’ll be fine,” she says with a dismissive wave. Then she turns her back to Bob unceremoniously and lets him unzip her dress. She looks down at you with her dress unzipped and you can tell she is having second thoughts. You and she share a complex look of guilt, excitement, incrimination, and love. You realize that you will still love her no matter what she does and she seems to sense that.
“Well… take it off,” demands Bob.
“Yes, Bob.” says your wife demurely. Turning to face him and dropping her dress to the floor without further delay. Your wife is standing bare chested in her panties as stockings facing your rival from work while he casually examines her body.
Pete whistles in appreciation and Sam is gasping and gulping at the site of your wife’s bare torso. She does have a wonderful hourglass figure. You are frozen in your chair and don’t know what to do. You cock is throbbing but you also want to jump up and punch Bob in the face. But in some ways this is your wife’s doing, so you just grind your teeth and look on in fascination as your wife exposes her body to your friends.
“Here, turn to the side.” says Bob gently.
Your wife does so and he starts running his rough calloused hands over her soft white belly, then up to her breasts. He pinches her pink nipples slightly, making them stiffen and she looks at him with pursed lips and raised brows, not objecting, just watching his face. He slides his hands back down over her belly, then around to her sides, gripping the tender pale flesh above her hips. She is breathing faster now and the color has come to her cheeks, make her porcelain complexion glow beautifully. Then Bob puts one hand on your wife’s ass and slides the other down the front of her panties. She gasps in arousal and puts her hand over the hand he’s feeling her crotch with.
“You fucker!” you shout and jump to your feet.
“No, no!” says your wife as Bob withdraws his hands from your woman and prepares to defend himself. “Honey, just relax. Sit down,” she says. She is in a state of high arousal and you see both Pete and Sam grabbing their crotches.
“I can’t just sit here and watch this!” you say with animation.
“Yes. You can.” she says, breathing heavily and pushing you back reluctantly back into your seat. “You know you want to see this.” she whispers in your ear. “Let’s do it.”
“Are we cool?” asks Bob, holding his hands up defensively.
“NO!” you say petulantly.
“Yes,” says Jennifer turning back to him with a deep breathe.
“Ok, well, do you want to take your panties off now?” asks Bob looking at your wife’s body hungrily.
“If you say so,” she says submissively. Then she grips her panties by the sides and shimmies them down, bending over to slide them over her hips and down her legs. Pete and Sam are both gaping in amazement at her neatly trimmed bush.
“Turn and show them that ass,” says Bob, gripping his boner through his pants lewdly.
“Ok,” consents your wife. “Do you guys like this?” she asks Pete and Sam, bending over to shake her naked ass at them. They both just stare open mouthed and neither one can say a word.
“My ass left them speechless, dear. Did you see that,” laughs your wife archly.
“Yeah, I see it,” you mumble trying to nurse your own stiffy without attracting attention.
“On your knees, now, please,” says Bob unzipping his fly.
Your wife slowly gets down on her knees and looks up at Bob waiting for his next instruction.
“This is going to far!” you object, but you keep your seat. But Bob and your wife both ignore you.
“I hope no one minds, but I’m going to jerk off now,” says Pete pulling out his cock and stroking it.
Bob pulls his thing out too and puts it right in your wife’s face. She is still looking up at him submissively.
“Do I suck this now?” she asks as the head of his penis brushes her cheek.
“That sounds about right,” says Bob gruffly, his voice thick with lust. Then he takes your wife by the back of the head and pushes his stiff member into her waiting mouth. He grunts with satisfaction as she starts sucking him enthusiastically.
“Oh fuck!” you say in despair, gripping your cock all the while.
“Yeah, she didn’t… need to be asked twice, did she?” stammers Sam looking on in fascination.
“Look how she’s looking up at him.” gasps Pete, fapping away madly. “Like she’s begging him for more.”
“Do you like me, Bob?” asks your wife, pulling his cock from her mouth briefly and looking up at him lovingly.
“Sure, you’ll do,” he says. Then he crams his meat back in her mouth. She resumes sucking with renewed energy and then reaches up and start massaging Bob’s balls. He can’t take much of this and pulls out to shoot a load all over her face. She licks the cum from his head eagerly.
“Look how greedily she licks that cum,” pants Pete, jumping up and approaching your wife. “Sorry, Jenn, do you mind if I blow my wad on you?” he asks desperately.
“Jesus! ok, Pete,” gasps your wife in surprise and within seconds he is shooting his load all over her face. You and Sam just look on mesmerized as Pete further soaks your wife with cum.
“Wow, sorry about that Jim,” he says sheepishly slapping his limp damp phallus against your wife’s cheek playfully.
“Well, I’m not sorry. That was awesome!” says Bob. “I would kiss you Jenny, but I don’t want Pete’s jizz on my mouth. Maybe next time.” Then he zips his trousers up. He comes over to you sitting in your chair and leans over you “I really like the way your wife sucks my cock, so loving, so submissive.” he says with a leer.
And this manages to unfreeze you enough to reflexively smash a fist into his face. He reels back, completely taken by surprise as you stand up as if in a dream. You kick him in the groin smoothly and he goes down on one knee. You reach your arm back to strike another blow, but your wife and Sam restrain you.
Pete has zipped himself up and is helping Bob to his feet. Bob’s lip is fat and bleeding. “Fair enough. Maybe I deserved that. But it was worth it.” he shouts madly with a bloody smile. “Blowing my wad in your fucking wife’s face was worth it.” Pete drags him out the door, shouting apologies over his shoulder.
“Goddamnit, Jim. I was hoping to invite him back to fuck me next time.” shrieks your wife in anger.
Sam turns white at the suggestion and you just slap her numbly right across the face. She grips her stinging cheek in amazement and a tear comes to her eye.
“I can only be pushed so far.” you say shakily. Then you flop back in your chair and put your head in your hands.
Sam mutters his own apologies and lets himself out. Your wife goes to clean up and then returns to the living room and watches you sitting despondently in your chair. After a moment she quietly comes over and lays down on the floor with her legs spread before you, masturbating herself quietly.
“Oh fuck!” you say, looking down at her offering her snatch to you. Then you pull your pants off and climb on top of her. “You win,” you sigh, sliding your stiff member into her hot, waiting pussy.
“Thank you honey, I was so horny from sucking Bob off in front of you, I thought I would burst,” she whispers in your ear as you penetrate her with your throbbing rod.
“You little slut!” you laugh, slapping her thigh playfully. You fuck the shit out of her, pounding her with abandon and she is gasping from an orgasm within minutes. You shoot your own load deep inside her when you feel her cunt tightening around your dick. Then you lay on top of her in exhaustion.
“Do you think Bob would come back to fuck me if we asked him?” she whispers fiendishly in your ear.
“Oh sure, that lip of his will probably only need a stitch or two,” you say and then share a good laugh with your wife.
You and some friends are drinking one at your house one night. You are all feeling pretty loose when you wife comes in with another tray full of beers for you.
“Here you go boys,” she says cheerily as she sets down the tray. “Don’t bother to invite me to join you anything.”
Your buddies all laugh, and you join in weakly, but you don’t like the way they are looking down the front of her dress as she bends down to put the tray on the coffee table.
“Come over here and sit with us,” says Bob, a guy you know from work. He’s more of rival than a friend. You are always trying to outdo each other, but he’s friends with your other pals, so you invite him over sometimes. It annoys you how he looks your wife’s body over as he moves over to make room on the couch for her.
“Why thank you Bob, at least there is one gentleman among you,” says your wife teasingly.
Your friends react by teasing you in turn. “Whoa,” “Oh, boy, you heard, that, Jim?”
You just roll your eyes and lean over to grab a beer for yourself.
“Thank you for bringing us more beer, darling,” you say sarcastically, tipping your beer at your wife.
“You are welcome, dear,” she says primly as she helps herself to one.
You all resume chatting for a while but Bob keeps looking over at your wife’s boobs. They do seem rather jiggly this evening and you are enjoying the view but wish Bob would stop looking at them.
“Jennifer, can I ask you a personal question?” he asks your wife, shooting you a devilish glance.
“Sure, Bob, I don’t see why not,” she says casually, recrossing her legs and tossing her foot playfully.
“Are you wearing a bra right now?” he asks, suppressing a smile.
You wife blushes furiously, and quickly crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously as your buddies break out in nervous laughter. A couple of your friends look over at you apprehensively. It’s no secret that you and Bob are always competing with one another.
You keep your cool and just smirk at Bob, “Ha ha,” you say in a deadpan voice.
Your wife looks over at you helplessly, her cheeks flushed bright red. “Well, actually, no, I’m not, Bob. I didn’t think anyone would notice.”
Bob furrows his brow earnestly and gives you wife a look of consternation. “Oh, I’m sorry, Jennifer. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”
Your wife relaxes slightly and gives a half-hearted chuckle. “Oh, it’s alright Bob, I guess you boys have had a few drinks and it loosened your tongue a bit,” She lowers her arms hesitantly and Bob watches with interest as her nipples grow hard and poke through the fabric of her dress.
“You’re right, alcohol lowers your inhibitions,” he says, gazing brazenly at your wife’s tits, not bothering to look her in the eye.
She notices his attention and looks over at you with an uncomfortable grimace, but she keeps her arms by her sides and doesn’t bother covering her boobs again.
You scratch your head in annoyance, but aren’t sure how to react.
“So yeah,” says your wife, “What were we talking about again?”
“Your boobs!” laughs your buddy Pete to more laughter. You shoot him a dirty look but he just shrugs an apology and you can see that he is just a little ***** and didn’t mean anything by it.
“Right,” says Bob apologetically, still not taking his eyes off your wife’s rack, “I am sorry I brought them up, but see when I saw that you weren’t wearing a bra, I was wondering if you, uh, wanted us to notice them,” He turns to you and wags his eyebrows at you like Groucho Marx and you have to restrain the urge to jump up and pop him one.
“Oh lord,” gasps your wife with amazement. Then she slaps Bob’s shoulder and breaks out laughing. “Don’t be silly. I am allowed to be comfortable in my own home, aren’t I?”
“And then you bent over and we all got a nice view of your cleavage…” continues Bob shooting you another cocky glance.
“Purely unintentional, I’m sure,” asserts your wife, trying to laugh it off and giving you a significant look.
“Oh, no, don’t apologize, we all enjoyed it, didn’t we boys?” says Bob looking around for support. Your friends just laugh awkwardly and avoid his eyes. Everyone except Pete that is, who is ***** enough to chime in.
“Honestly, Jennifer, I did enjoy catching a glimpse of those gorgeous orbs of yours,” he says with a slight slur and a crooked smile.
“Pete, you’re *****,” says your wife kindly. “But that’s, uh, nice of you to say, I guess.”
“Let’s change the subject, now, shall we?” you demand coldly, glaring at Bob with hatred.
“Oh yes, please,” says your wife, relieved that you are taking control of the conversation.
“Does it bother you that we like looking at your wife’s breasts?” asks Bob nonchalantly.
You are surprised that he is pressing forward like this and are at a loss for words for a second. “Uh, wouldn’t you be?” you ask.
“Honestly? No, it wouldn’t bother me at all. My wife would just laugh it off, I’m sure,” he says smugly.
“Well I just laughed it off too,” pipes up your wife, squaring her shoulders indignantly. She is subtly thrusting her chest forward as though daring Bob and Pete to look.
“Well that fact that you didn’t wear a bra and bent over to show us your boobs seems to be making your husband nervous,” says Bob, turning to your wife with a smile.
“Now wait a minute,” she laughs, blushing anew. “I wasn’t trying to show anyone anything.”
“I don’t know what your are insinuating, but I have perfect faith in my wife, Bob,” you chime in defensively.
“Jim and I have a very solid relationship,” agrees you wife with a emphatic nod.
“So he shouldn’t mind if you show us your breasts?” he asks archly. “I mean a little thing like that shouldn’t affect your relationship at all.”
“No of course it wouldn’t, but I didn’t intend to show you anything…” insists your wife, looking at him strangely.
“I’d like to see them again,” offers Pete, clearly ***** at this point.
One of you other pals shushes him up and looks apologetically over at you and your wife.
“But it would be no big deal if you were to show us. You could just flash them for us maybe. It’s not like you and Jim would get divorced over it,” presses Bob.
“Wait, are you asking me to flash my boobs for you?” asks your wife with surprise. “Pete’s *****, but what’s your excuse?”
“I like boobs,” Bob admits with a smile. “I like your boobs,” he adds lecherously gazing at them obviously. You wife giggles in spite of herself and glances at you guiltily.
“Alright Bob, just can it,” you say angrily. You notice a couple of your other friends shifting nervously.
“Maybe we should be going,” says your pal Sam. “I think we’ve all had a few too many. Better call a cab.”
“That’s a good idea, let’s call it night,” you agree with relief.
“You have an amazing body, I’m sorry if it makes you nervous for me to tell you,” says Pete drunkenly taking your wife’s hand.
Jennifer just laughs and let’s Pete kiss her hand. “Pete, you are normally a perfectly polite and respectful guest. I promise not to tease you about this once you have sobered up,” she says with a twinkle in her eye.
“Perfect, now why not pull them out real quick so we can get a better look,” says Pete gesturing clumsily at her chest.
Sam leaps to his feet and guides Pete back to his seat shaking his head at you in amazement.
“You are going to be really embarrassed in the morning, Pete,” you say with resignation. “I promise not to tell your wife about it, though.”
“Jeez, you guys are making me self-conscious,” says your wife touching her bosom gently. “I can’t just go flashing my chest for other men while my husband is sitting right there…”
“Well I hope you wouldn’t do it even if I was in the other room,” you laugh which makes her lower her eyes and blush an even deeper red.
“Well, let her do what she wants,” says Bob. “She didn’t come out here bra-less for nothing,” he says looking her over lewdly.
“I don’t know what you are suggesting,” says your wife primly.
“You want to show us, you knew we could see down your dress when you bent over like that. Don’t be coy, we are all adults here. Go ahead and show us if you want to. We certainly don’t mind seeing some beautiful breasts,” says Bob matter-of-factly.
“Bob, you are such a prick, do you know that?” you say.
“Can’t you see that this is making my husband angry?” says your wife uncertainly.
“Wait, it’s making me angry? Aren’t you offended by all this?” you ask her, startled at her attitude.
“Well, not really. Boys will be boys and all that,” says your wife with a wry grin. “I just don’t want you to get upset,” she says.
“You mean that you would show them your tits if it didn’t bother me?” you ask incredulously.
“Well of course not, I see that it would bother you,” she says quickly, biting her lip nervously.
Bob just watches your interaction with interest as Sam hurriedly fishes out his phone and starts calling a cab.
“You aren’t answering the question. You seem to be saying that you would gladly flash your boobs for these guys if I agreed to it,” you demand.
“She did bend over and offer a nice view already…” mutters Bob.
Your wife slaps his shoulder in exasperation. “Shush now, you are making it worse.”
“Please answer the question, dear,” you say patiently.
“Ugh. Why are you doing this?” she asks unhappily. “Maybe I would give them a thrill if I thought you wouldn’t mind. Why not? I don’t get much attention from men these days.”
“Oh, I can’t believe that,” says Bob soothingly. “I’m sure men still check you out.”
“Nope,” says your wife, sniffing slightly. “I honestly feel invisible around men most of the time.”
“Can we not get into this personal stuff in front of the guests?” you ask uncomfortably.
“You wanted to know,” she snaps at you, upset now. “Would I flash my boobs? Sure I would.”
“Well do it then!” laughs Pete ******* of the tension between your wife and you.
She grabs the top of her dress and stares at you daring you to object.
You just shrug your shoulders, unable to believe that she would go through with it.
But she does. She pulls the top of her dress right down and her soft white breasts come spilling out. She turns and points her erect pink nipples right at Bob.
“Are you happy now?” she asks him.
“Sure,” he says. “May I?” he asks reaching out his hands.
“Do what you want,” she says softly.
You look on in stunned silence as Bob grasps your wife’s tender boobs in his rough hands and pinches her nipples gently.
“You wife is an outstanding hostess,” Bob says to you as he fondles your wife’s knockers and smiling crudely.
You jump up and rush over to intercede, but he quickly withdraws his hands. Your wife flips her top back up and gives you a frightened stare.
“Get the fuck out!” you shout at Bob, pointing to the door.
He stands abruptly and holds his hands up defensively. “Easy, bud, easy. Just a little drunken tomfoolery. We didn’t mean anything by it.”
Your guests file quickly out of the room muttering awkward goodbyes and your friend Sam puts his hand on your shoulder.
“This won’t seem so bad in the light of day tomorrow,” he says sympathetically.
You nod at him tight-lipped and say nothing.
Once everyone is gone, you turn on your wife angrily.
“What the hell was that all about?” you shriek. “I can’t believe you humiliated me in front of my friends! You know Bob is my rival at work!”
“I know dear,” she says looking at you beseechingly. “Please forgive me. I don’t know what got into me.”
She seems genuinely contrite and upset, so you just let it go and head off to bed, muttering angrily to yourself.
Your wife joins you a few minutes later and you lay in bed together not talking for a while.
She snuggles close to you, but you just lay there coldly, not responding. She reaches over and starts fondling your penis and you grunt reluctantly, but you don’t stop her.
“You know, it was pretty exciting for me to show my boobs tonight,” she purrs in your ear as she fondles your cock.
“That’s nice,” you say grumpily but you can’t hide the fact that your dick stiffens in response.
Your wife notices you getting harder and continues huskily. “Pete and Bob weren’t the only ones looking you know. Sam couldn’t keep his eyes off of them. I didn’t know that I could still have that effect on men.”
“And all you have to do is act a slut,” you say turning to her as she continues working your rod with her hand.
“Well, I’ve been pretty modest my whole life up until now,” she says eyeing you lovingly as she bends over to go down on you.
“Oh shit,” you exclaim with pleasure as she wraps her lips around your shaft and sucks.
She pauses and says. “It really made me wet when Bob fondled my boobs right in front of you. He just grasped them rudely and pinched my nipples while you sat right there.”
“Yeah, I didn’t like that,” you say, but are surprised that your cock gets even harder as she brings it up again.
“Are you sure?” she asks coyly feeling your cock’s reaction.
“Jesus! What are you saying?” you say, avoiding her eyes.
You wife climbs on top of you and slides your throbbing member inside her. It plunges easily into her soaking pussy and you gasp with satisfaction.
“I think you enjoyed that little show tonight,” says your wife as she works herself up and down on your hardon.
You are about to object, but she puts her finger over your lips. “You can’t hide the fact that it aroused you. I think I should invite Bob and Peter over again for another little party. Heck, I should include Sam too from the way he looked at my titties tonight. Maybe I will wear something a little more… intimate.”
“I don’t think…” you start to object.
“Hush,” she says softly. “Maybe I will let them do more than just cop a feel, too,” she says devilishly. And now you are too busy cumming inside her to pretend to complain. She joins you by climaxing herself almost simultaneously, and you wonder how strange it is that this perversion has resurrected your love life.
Your wife gets down on her knees for your rival
continued from “Your wife lets a rival squeeze her tits.”
After that party where you all got ***** and your wife let Bob, your rival from work squeeze her bare boobs, you were surprised at what amazing sex you had with your wife. She realized that her flirting with other guys turned you on. She had joked about inviting them over again but you were surprised when they actually showed up at the door one night.
“Oh, hey guys. I wasn’t expecting you,” you say one night when your friends Pete and Sam show up with a case of beer. Bob is with them and you just glower at him as you let them all in.
“Jennifer said you were having a party tonight,” says Sam with confusion.
“Look Jim, I’m really sorry about what happened last time,” says Bob with an insincere look on his face, holding out his hand to shake.
“Right,” you say tightly, keeping your hands to your sides.
Bob just shrugs and greets your wife. “Hello Jennifer. You look very nice tonight.”
You wife has entered the room wearing a short, low cut dress that shows the tops of thigh high stockings. Her cleavage is hanging out and you notice your guests all looking her up and down from her chest to her shapely legs.
“I’m glad you came, Bob. I hope there are no hard feelings from last time,” says your wife.
“None at all,” he says gazing at her boobs.
“Great, give me a hug then,” she says and then they embrace for a little longer than is appropriate. Bob is running his hands up and down your wife’s back and then gripping her tightly against his body. She looks over his shoulder at you as she hugs him and give you a devilish wink, then she pinches his ass.
“Whoa, easy there.” laughs Bob, slapping your wife on the ass and then releasing her. “Your husband is going to get the wrong impression.”
“Oh, he’s a good sport. He’s doesn’t mind a little harmless flirting.” says your wife giving you a significant look.
Pete and Sam just chuckle nervously and watch your reaction as you press your lips together tightly and glare at Bob with hatred.
You all sit down and start drinking. You have a bad feeling about this. The guys are all checking out your wife’s body and she is giggling flirtatiously and recrossing her legs a lot. It’s turning you on, but you are worried about how far your wife will go.
After everyone has had a few drinks and relaxed a little, Bob gives you a smug smile and says. “You know, Jim, after I felt up your wife’s boobs last time, I was afraid you wouldn’t ever invite me back again.”
“Uh, yeah, let’s put that behind us ok?” says Sam quickly, noting your ire with trepidation.
Pete chimes in. “Come on Sam, don’t make such a big deal about it. Jim’s Ok, right Jim? Just some harmless fun.”
“Well, I think you guys got a little carried away last time, but … yeah. It was harmless I guess,” you say shifting uncomfortably in your seat.
“Oh, don’t lie to your friends, dear. You loved it,” says your wife, slapping you on the knee playfully. “Having other guys pay attention to me reminded him that I might still have a little sex appeal left.”
“Well, well, well. That’s very interesting.” says Bob looking your wife over and rubbing his hands together. “Were you planning on giving him another thrill tonight? That outfit is pretty suggestive.”
You are about to snap a rebuttal when Sam cuts you off. “Now take it easy, Bob,” he says. “I think you’ve got to admit that things did get a little out of hand last time.”
Pete just shakes his head. “Sam, you are acting so holier-than-thou right now. You enjoyed seeing Jennifer’s boobs as much as we did,” he says with a teasing smile.
“Fess up, Sam,” says your wife jiggling her boobs for him slightly.
“Ok, Jenn,” you warn her softly but she just pouts dramatically at you.
‘Shouldn’t I shake my boobs for them?” she asks you innocently.
“Uh, no,” you say, looking at your friends with distrust.
“But didn’t that turn you on a little?” she asks curiously.
“Jenn… can we not talk about this right now?” you say, embarrassment setting in. You can’t believe your wife is putting you on the spot like this.
“Hey Jim, don’t be embarrassed,” Pete tells you good naturedly. “We are all old friends here… well except for you and Bob.” Everyone laughs at that but you just smile ruefully. “But I think it’s probably a common fantasy, wife sharing or whatever. I like it when Susan flirts a little bit.”
“She never let some guy finger her knockers in front of you though, did she?” you blurt out, your heart racing and your member slowly stiffening at the thought in spite of herself.
“No. But that was pretty hot,” he says with a lewd smile.
“Ok, look, I think I see where we stand here,” says Bob standing up. “Jim, you are reluctant about this and probably afraid to come out and admit that your are getting off on it. But it’s clear that your wife wants to play this out a little further, so I am going to help you both out.”
“Oh, yeah, how so?” you ask belligerently.
“Jennifer, would you stand up please?” says Bob.
Your wife gives you a reassuring smile and squeezes your hand before complying. “Ok Bob,” she says standing up and standing in front of him.
“Why don’t you go ahead and take your dress off now?” he says commandingly.
Jennifer starts giggling nervously and looks over her shoulder at you. Your heart is pounding in your ears and your can’t believe that he just came out and said that.
“You can’t just tell my wife what to do!” you yelp.
“I’m just asking,” he says confidently. “Look Jenn, he’s in denial, you are going to need to help him out with this fantasy. Just turn around and I will help you unzip that dress.”
“Oh boy,” says Jennifer. Then she turns to you, “Do you think you could handle this honey?”
“I could handle it,” pipes up Pete excitedly. “Get naked by all means.”
“Jesus, Pete!” complains Sam.
“Well I’m not naked under this, I do have panties on,” says your wife to Pete with a smile.
“But no bra, right?” he says gesturing at her jiggling breasts.
“That’s obvious, isn’t it?” she laughs. “Ok, I know that Jim wants me to do this in his heart but he can’t admit it. Bob had the balls to stand up and ask me to do it. Pete will play along once he’s sauced up enough. But what about you, Sam? I don’t want to freak you out.” She puts her hands on her hips.
“Uh what are you asking?” says Sam licking his lips unconsciously as he ogles your wife’s body, then looking over at you guiltily.
“Do you want me to take my dress off or not?” demands your wife playfully.
“Um, that’s up to you, I guess,” he says, sweat breaking out on his forehead.
“I think I see you getting a stiffy, so I will take that as a yes,” laughs your wife pointing at Sam’s lap.
“Christ, Jenn, are you serious?” you ask, shifting in your seat to hide your own growing boner. This is incredibly erotic, but you just wish Bob wasn’t involved.
“Oh, you’ll be fine,” she says with a dismissive wave. Then she turns her back to Bob unceremoniously and lets him unzip her dress. She looks down at you with her dress unzipped and you can tell she is having second thoughts. You and she share a complex look of guilt, excitement, incrimination, and love. You realize that you will still love her no matter what she does and she seems to sense that.
“Well… take it off,” demands Bob.
“Yes, Bob.” says your wife demurely. Turning to face him and dropping her dress to the floor without further delay. Your wife is standing bare chested in her panties as stockings facing your rival from work while he casually examines her body.
Pete whistles in appreciation and Sam is gasping and gulping at the site of your wife’s bare torso. She does have a wonderful hourglass figure. You are frozen in your chair and don’t know what to do. You cock is throbbing but you also want to jump up and punch Bob in the face. But in some ways this is your wife’s doing, so you just grind your teeth and look on in fascination as your wife exposes her body to your friends.
“Here, turn to the side.” says Bob gently.
Your wife does so and he starts running his rough calloused hands over her soft white belly, then up to her breasts. He pinches her pink nipples slightly, making them stiffen and she looks at him with pursed lips and raised brows, not objecting, just watching his face. He slides his hands back down over her belly, then around to her sides, gripping the tender pale flesh above her hips. She is breathing faster now and the color has come to her cheeks, make her porcelain complexion glow beautifully. Then Bob puts one hand on your wife’s ass and slides the other down the front of her panties. She gasps in arousal and puts her hand over the hand he’s feeling her crotch with.
“You fucker!” you shout and jump to your feet.
“No, no!” says your wife as Bob withdraws his hands from your woman and prepares to defend himself. “Honey, just relax. Sit down,” she says. She is in a state of high arousal and you see both Pete and Sam grabbing their crotches.
“I can’t just sit here and watch this!” you say with animation.
“Yes. You can.” she says, breathing heavily and pushing you back reluctantly back into your seat. “You know you want to see this.” she whispers in your ear. “Let’s do it.”
“Are we cool?” asks Bob, holding his hands up defensively.
“NO!” you say petulantly.
“Yes,” says Jennifer turning back to him with a deep breathe.
“Ok, well, do you want to take your panties off now?” asks Bob looking at your wife’s body hungrily.
“If you say so,” she says submissively. Then she grips her panties by the sides and shimmies them down, bending over to slide them over her hips and down her legs. Pete and Sam are both gaping in amazement at her neatly trimmed bush.
“Turn and show them that ass,” says Bob, gripping his boner through his pants lewdly.
“Ok,” consents your wife. “Do you guys like this?” she asks Pete and Sam, bending over to shake her naked ass at them. They both just stare open mouthed and neither one can say a word.
“My ass left them speechless, dear. Did you see that,” laughs your wife archly.
“Yeah, I see it,” you mumble trying to nurse your own stiffy without attracting attention.
“On your knees, now, please,” says Bob unzipping his fly.
Your wife slowly gets down on her knees and looks up at Bob waiting for his next instruction.
“This is going to far!” you object, but you keep your seat. But Bob and your wife both ignore you.
“I hope no one minds, but I’m going to jerk off now,” says Pete pulling out his cock and stroking it.
Bob pulls his thing out too and puts it right in your wife’s face. She is still looking up at him submissively.
“Do I suck this now?” she asks as the head of his penis brushes her cheek.
“That sounds about right,” says Bob gruffly, his voice thick with lust. Then he takes your wife by the back of the head and pushes his stiff member into her waiting mouth. He grunts with satisfaction as she starts sucking him enthusiastically.
“Oh fuck!” you say in despair, gripping your cock all the while.
“Yeah, she didn’t… need to be asked twice, did she?” stammers Sam looking on in fascination.
“Look how she’s looking up at him.” gasps Pete, fapping away madly. “Like she’s begging him for more.”
“Do you like me, Bob?” asks your wife, pulling his cock from her mouth briefly and looking up at him lovingly.
“Sure, you’ll do,” he says. Then he crams his meat back in her mouth. She resumes sucking with renewed energy and then reaches up and start massaging Bob’s balls. He can’t take much of this and pulls out to shoot a load all over her face. She licks the cum from his head eagerly.
“Look how greedily she licks that cum,” pants Pete, jumping up and approaching your wife. “Sorry, Jenn, do you mind if I blow my wad on you?” he asks desperately.
“Jesus! ok, Pete,” gasps your wife in surprise and within seconds he is shooting his load all over her face. You and Sam just look on mesmerized as Pete further soaks your wife with cum.
“Wow, sorry about that Jim,” he says sheepishly slapping his limp damp phallus against your wife’s cheek playfully.
“Well, I’m not sorry. That was awesome!” says Bob. “I would kiss you Jenny, but I don’t want Pete’s jizz on my mouth. Maybe next time.” Then he zips his trousers up. He comes over to you sitting in your chair and leans over you “I really like the way your wife sucks my cock, so loving, so submissive.” he says with a leer.
And this manages to unfreeze you enough to reflexively smash a fist into his face. He reels back, completely taken by surprise as you stand up as if in a dream. You kick him in the groin smoothly and he goes down on one knee. You reach your arm back to strike another blow, but your wife and Sam restrain you.
Pete has zipped himself up and is helping Bob to his feet. Bob’s lip is fat and bleeding. “Fair enough. Maybe I deserved that. But it was worth it.” he shouts madly with a bloody smile. “Blowing my wad in your fucking wife’s face was worth it.” Pete drags him out the door, shouting apologies over his shoulder.
“Goddamnit, Jim. I was hoping to invite him back to fuck me next time.” shrieks your wife in anger.
Sam turns white at the suggestion and you just slap her numbly right across the face. She grips her stinging cheek in amazement and a tear comes to her eye.
“I can only be pushed so far.” you say shakily. Then you flop back in your chair and put your head in your hands.
Sam mutters his own apologies and lets himself out. Your wife goes to clean up and then returns to the living room and watches you sitting despondently in your chair. After a moment she quietly comes over and lays down on the floor with her legs spread before you, masturbating herself quietly.
“Oh fuck!” you say, looking down at her offering her snatch to you. Then you pull your pants off and climb on top of her. “You win,” you sigh, sliding your stiff member into her hot, waiting pussy.
“Thank you honey, I was so horny from sucking Bob off in front of you, I thought I would burst,” she whispers in your ear as you penetrate her with your throbbing rod.
“You little slut!” you laugh, slapping her thigh playfully. You fuck the shit out of her, pounding her with abandon and she is gasping from an orgasm within minutes. You shoot your own load deep inside her when you feel her cunt tightening around your dick. Then you lay on top of her in exhaustion.
“Do you think Bob would come back to fuck me if we asked him?” she whispers fiendishly in your ear.
“Oh sure, that lip of his will probably only need a stitch or two,” you say and then share a good laugh with your wife.
