lol. If I was Ron or Dan, I’d be texting her saying I’m horny and need to come by today!
Missed opportunity?
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me too! he might have already and she may have responded. but no activity yet. I am sure she'll let me know if anything is imminent . She saidd my presence added to her excitement so I don't expect any 'covert' meetings...but there's no telling what she might actually do.
Yes, invite Ron over for a nice night with your wife. Watch and then go to the guest room for a long night of .......
But I always get to fuck her after she's got a pussy full of another guy's cum!
Guess I must have said a bad word in my last post. Yes, you do get that. Some denial might be hot for you, at least for one night.
No bad word. I only get to fuck her after she's got a pussy full. I could try, but I don't think I've got the willpower to turn down or avoid fucking her...I can try...stand by...and if I do...you'll owe me! ROFLMAO🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
OBTW...do I at least get to jerk off while I watch them??
Oh! One more thing! I doubt if Ron (or anyone) can keep up with her for a full night...but it might be fun to find out!😏😏
It’s after Easter week and things have been quiet. We all got together for Easter but nothing noteworthy happened. She’s been doing her stuff in and around the house with no mention of what happened. I am absolutely sure she hasn’t seen Dan or Ron or anyone else. I’m a little surprised that we (or she) haven’t heard from either or both of them. She’s been in a great mood, singing to herself and making light conversation like her old self.
We had just finished dinner and were sitting in the family room when I finally asked her again about having more than one partner in a single session or day. She sat, thinking and then told me that she had done two guys at once a few times. I think you could have shoved an apple in my mouth my jaw dropped so open.
When I couldn’t say anything, she just laughed and asked me what was wrong with me. I finally managed to ask her when that was. She said it was in college at a couple of her sorority parties. She said it was kind of a common thing with some of her sorority sisters in completion with one another to see who could handle the most guys at once. She said that was in her past when she was a little wild. She said she gave up that when we started dating and got married. She said she considers that inappropriate behavior for a married couple the same way she feels about non-vaginal (oral or anal) sex being inappropriate for a husband and wife..
I was smarter than to ask her about her current behavior for a married couple.
She went back to her book and that was a sign to me that the conversation was over. I sure would have liked to have heard some of the details.
It was three days later when my wife peeked into my office just as I was finishing up my day. I thought she was going to tell me dinner was ready and she did but she said that Dan called told her his wife wasn’t home so she invited him and Ron over for dinner. I looked at her and she was smiling her normal beautiful smile and I didn’t say anything. I should have suspected something, but somehow I missed it completely. My first clue was when I came out of my office, I saw her in a skirt that was too short for the weather and one of her clingy ’V’ neck sweaters that highlighted her rounded breasts very nicely. Then I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were making little pokies in the sweater. I could see those tits swaying slightly as she walked.
Since the weather had been raining and mixing with snow, I had kept a fire going in our fireplace for most of the day. It was burning brightly now and keeping the house very warm and comfortable.
I asked her what she was making for dinner. She responded it was a simple pasta dish that was a good choice for the cold weather outside.
The doorbell rang and Ron and Dan arrived coated with wet snow from their short walk from the driveway to the door. I laughed and said they looked like snowmen as I took their coats and hung them in our laundry room.
I heard her screech and then laugh as she complained about someone’s cold hands. I came into the family room and could see her walking away from Ron and Dan who were both standing close in front of the warming fire; both holding their hands to the flames. I smiled as I wondered who had put their cold hands on my wife’s bare skin. I tried to see if her nipples were hard from someone’s cold hands, but I couldn’t tell.
I asked them if they wanted a drink and thy both said that beer would be fine. I got them beers, got one for my wife and I fixed myself a drink. Before we could even sit, my wife called us to the table where she had a delicious fettuccine carbonara with a rich creamy sauce. She served each of us, bending over the table for them, giving them a very tempting look down the ‘V’ neck of her blouse, right into the valley and the creamy orbs that formed it. I almost choked on my drink as we all stared down her bra-less cleavage. They all had a second beer with dinner while I just finished my cocktail. I noticed several times that one of Ron’s hands was missing from the table and my wife would smile and say something quietly to him.
We finished dinner and my wife chased the two men into the family room while I helped her clean up. I didn’t ask any questions; I was just waiting to see what she had in mind. We finished, she poured herself a glass of wine and we went into the family room. Ron and Dan were conversing quietly.
We talked for a while and my wife asked them if they wanted dessert. Dan asked what we had. My wife went down a short list of desserts we had. Ron said he was looking at his preference. I looked at my wife. She smiled at me and then laughed quietly.
She said he was being naughty and asked if he wanted something sweeter. He just smiled and said he couldn’t imagine anything sweeter. I grinned at him and then tuned and kissed my wife. I cupped her breast through her sweater. She broke our kiss and I turned to look at them. I asked if they were interested. Ron had his legs spread open, I guess to give that bulge he had some extra room. Dan was outright stroking his dick through his pants.
Ron and Dan both smiled at me and then her. Ron started to stand up but she asked him to sit. She said Dan deserved to have his turn first this time. Ron sat and Dan stood and walked to the couch. He smiled down at her as he stood over her. She gave him a smile and asked what he’d like. He kneeled in front of her. She hiked her tight short skirt up until the tops of her stockings and then her panties were exposed and spread her legs while Ron and I watched intently.
Ron was starting to grab his dick through his jean and I was trying to adjust my own hard dick through my suddenly too tight pants myself,
Dan lowered his face to her pussy. I couldn’t see much more because her thighs hid his face and part of his head. I did hear her moan and watched her put he hands on the back of his head. She seemed to be guiding him around her crotch until she pulled his head up by his ears. I heard her tell him to take ‘them’ off now that they were nice and wet. He slid his hands up her thighs and I watched her arch her back while he slid her panties down and pulled them off .
He lowered his face back to her cunt and he must have been doing a good job because she was wriggling her hips and pulling on his head. Then I heard her gasp quietly, raise her hips from the couch and hold his head tight against her. I knew she was cumming on the end of his tongue.
She pushed his head away. She was breathing heavily; like she had just run a mile. She smiled at him and asked what she could do for him.
He slid his hands up under her sweater and cupped her breasts. He said he wanted to put his cock between her breasts. I looked at Ron and he looked at me, kind of in shock. She grinned up at Dan. She pushed him away, letting his hands slide from under her sweater and stood up. She said she had an idea.
She took Dan by the hand and beckoned to Ron to follow and she started to lead them to the bedroom. I started to follow but she turned to me and asked me to get her solid shortening from the pantry. I did and by the time I got to the bedroom, she, Ron and Dan were all naked with the boy’s rigid hardons standing tall. My wife was standing between them in all of her naked glory, looking sexier than I ever remember her looking
She pushed Dan backwards onto our bed. She motioned my over to her with the can of shortening. She turned to Ron, handed him the can of white grease. He took a second to figure out what she wanted and then grinned at her.
He leaned over her and kissed each of her hard erect nipples before he took a small dollop of the contents on three of his fingers. She pushed her chest out to him and he proceeded to smear the slippery white cream over her tits before he took another batch and spread it over the inside curve of her mounds and into her cleavage. Her breasts glistened in the light.
I sat in the chair across from our bed and watched in fascinated delight as these two guys prepared my wife for I didn’t know what. She turned and kneeled on the bed, dragging her greasy tis up from Dan’s knees up over his thighs and up over his chest. She dangled her tits in his face. He kissed each nipple in turn until she slid them back down until his cock was nestled in between the creamy flesh of her cleavage. She started to move up and down; slipping the well greased cleft formed by her swinging tits over his bobbing dick. He reached down and grasped the shiny soft flesh in his hands and squeezed his dick between them. He laughed, nervously, saying they were so slippery.
The wihte grease was starting to melt, either from the friction of flesh on flesh or more likely fom the lust heated bodies of my wife and Dan. I saw Ron move out of the corner of my eye. He stepped up to the edge of the bed where my wife’s lower legs were hanging; where her ass was raised to just the right height and her asshole and pussy seemed to be begging for attention. I could see her pussy still wet and open from the tongue lashing Dan had so recently given it.
He rubbed the head if his dick up and down the wet slit and then placed the blunt wet head against her obvious opening. I saw my wife look over her shoulder at him. He slipped just the head into her hole stopping with only an inch or two inside her. He began to pump his hips; two inches in; one out; over and over until he was fully inside her. She responded in counterpoint working her cunt down (or up) over his cock.
DAMN! I thought or maybe I said it out loud. Two at once! I was shocked to say the least! My wife who insisted on missionary and wouldn’t even let me lick her pussy was taking on two guys at once! I wanted to take my dick out and cum right then!
She had her body working in perfect rhythm, pushing her cunt back and forth on his rod while the same movement worked the cock between her tits. It was poetry in motion. I watched in awe as she performed. She glanced over at me and whispered that she loved me as the two guys used her or more accurately, she used them.
I don’t know how long I watched them as their mutual lust escalated. I heard Dan grunt first that he wanted to cum on her tits. She gasped her enthusiastic approval. He squeezed his cock harder between her slick breasts, shiny from their coating of the shortening lube and her perspiration. He started spewing ropes of cum out all over his chest and hers; some even reaching her throat.
Then I heard her moan and whimper as she fucked harder back at Ron’s pumping cock. She gasped that she was cumming. Ron let out a grunt as he grabbed her hips and shoved his cock as deep as he could. He was cumming inside her as well.
Ron finished and rolled off of her to collapse on the bed beside her he dick was already drooping. My wife almost collapsed on top of Dan, but he pulled her up to kiss her and then pulled her higher until her slick sloppy firm tits were swaying in his face. He held her up as he licked her tits and chest clean of the combination of semi-melted shortening and his own cum. He finally gently rolled her to the side opposite from Rod where she laid quietly, catching her breath I leaned forward just enough to see Ron’s cum leaking from her open cunt.
I sat there and watched the trio gradually recover from their excitations. She got up first and said she was going to shower and slowly walked into our bathroom. Ron and Dan stood up, almost together and used their discarded tee shirts to wipe and clean themselves up. The dressed quickly, said goodnight as I sat there, stupefied but what I witnessed.
I got up and walked into the bathroom. I saw my wife through the glass door just standing under the spray. She turned and saw me. She smiled wickedly and asked if I was going to join her. I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough. I got into the shower and she grabbed me; pressed her lips to mine and kissed me passionately. Her breasts against my chest still felt slick, I guess from the remaining lube, although it was still probably mixed with Dan’s cum.
She broke the kiss and turned to lean against the shower was; he ass presented to me; her legs spread. She told me to come and get it before all of Ron’s cum leaked out. I couldn’t believe she was going to let me take her from behind. She had always insisted seeing me when we made love. I wasn’t about to break the mood.
I stepped behind her and placed my cock at the hole so recently lubed and vacated by Ron and pushed myself inside with a lot of help from her pushing back to me. I was too wound up to last too long, but it didn’t matter. She was cumming almost as soon as I was fully inside. I was right behind her, adding my cum to the remnants from Ron. I supported her and myself through our climax and held her until I slipped out, softening rapidly. She stood and looked like she shivered for a moment. Then she asked me to wash her back.
I did and we finished our shower and dressed for bed and put on long robes. She said she was going to fix us tea if I wanted so I joined her in the kitchen. We talked like an old married couple while we sipped our tea just as if it was an average night at home. I retired to bed and never heard her come in later.
I will discuss this night with her when she indicates she’s ready to talk. I NEVER expected her to take on two guys like she did a week or so ago and certainly never two at once! I am beside myself waiting to hear what had happened from her perspective when she’s ready to talk about it and she will, sooner or later.
This keeps escalating, bringing her to new (and to me) heights of lust. I don’t know if she’s experimenting with new found lust or maybe she’s re-living some of her past or repressed fantasies. I don’t know what to ask or what to expect next. I am sure of one thing: There will be a ‘next’ and I don’t know if she might even be imagining it now.
We had just finished dinner and were sitting in the family room when I finally asked her again about having more than one partner in a single session or day. She sat, thinking and then told me that she had done two guys at once a few times. I think you could have shoved an apple in my mouth my jaw dropped so open.
When I couldn’t say anything, she just laughed and asked me what was wrong with me. I finally managed to ask her when that was. She said it was in college at a couple of her sorority parties. She said it was kind of a common thing with some of her sorority sisters in completion with one another to see who could handle the most guys at once. She said that was in her past when she was a little wild. She said she gave up that when we started dating and got married. She said she considers that inappropriate behavior for a married couple the same way she feels about non-vaginal (oral or anal) sex being inappropriate for a husband and wife..
I was smarter than to ask her about her current behavior for a married couple.
She went back to her book and that was a sign to me that the conversation was over. I sure would have liked to have heard some of the details.
It was three days later when my wife peeked into my office just as I was finishing up my day. I thought she was going to tell me dinner was ready and she did but she said that Dan called told her his wife wasn’t home so she invited him and Ron over for dinner. I looked at her and she was smiling her normal beautiful smile and I didn’t say anything. I should have suspected something, but somehow I missed it completely. My first clue was when I came out of my office, I saw her in a skirt that was too short for the weather and one of her clingy ’V’ neck sweaters that highlighted her rounded breasts very nicely. Then I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were making little pokies in the sweater. I could see those tits swaying slightly as she walked.
Since the weather had been raining and mixing with snow, I had kept a fire going in our fireplace for most of the day. It was burning brightly now and keeping the house very warm and comfortable.
I asked her what she was making for dinner. She responded it was a simple pasta dish that was a good choice for the cold weather outside.
The doorbell rang and Ron and Dan arrived coated with wet snow from their short walk from the driveway to the door. I laughed and said they looked like snowmen as I took their coats and hung them in our laundry room.
I heard her screech and then laugh as she complained about someone’s cold hands. I came into the family room and could see her walking away from Ron and Dan who were both standing close in front of the warming fire; both holding their hands to the flames. I smiled as I wondered who had put their cold hands on my wife’s bare skin. I tried to see if her nipples were hard from someone’s cold hands, but I couldn’t tell.
I asked them if they wanted a drink and thy both said that beer would be fine. I got them beers, got one for my wife and I fixed myself a drink. Before we could even sit, my wife called us to the table where she had a delicious fettuccine carbonara with a rich creamy sauce. She served each of us, bending over the table for them, giving them a very tempting look down the ‘V’ neck of her blouse, right into the valley and the creamy orbs that formed it. I almost choked on my drink as we all stared down her bra-less cleavage. They all had a second beer with dinner while I just finished my cocktail. I noticed several times that one of Ron’s hands was missing from the table and my wife would smile and say something quietly to him.
We finished dinner and my wife chased the two men into the family room while I helped her clean up. I didn’t ask any questions; I was just waiting to see what she had in mind. We finished, she poured herself a glass of wine and we went into the family room. Ron and Dan were conversing quietly.
We talked for a while and my wife asked them if they wanted dessert. Dan asked what we had. My wife went down a short list of desserts we had. Ron said he was looking at his preference. I looked at my wife. She smiled at me and then laughed quietly.
She said he was being naughty and asked if he wanted something sweeter. He just smiled and said he couldn’t imagine anything sweeter. I grinned at him and then tuned and kissed my wife. I cupped her breast through her sweater. She broke our kiss and I turned to look at them. I asked if they were interested. Ron had his legs spread open, I guess to give that bulge he had some extra room. Dan was outright stroking his dick through his pants.
Ron and Dan both smiled at me and then her. Ron started to stand up but she asked him to sit. She said Dan deserved to have his turn first this time. Ron sat and Dan stood and walked to the couch. He smiled down at her as he stood over her. She gave him a smile and asked what he’d like. He kneeled in front of her. She hiked her tight short skirt up until the tops of her stockings and then her panties were exposed and spread her legs while Ron and I watched intently.
Ron was starting to grab his dick through his jean and I was trying to adjust my own hard dick through my suddenly too tight pants myself,
Dan lowered his face to her pussy. I couldn’t see much more because her thighs hid his face and part of his head. I did hear her moan and watched her put he hands on the back of his head. She seemed to be guiding him around her crotch until she pulled his head up by his ears. I heard her tell him to take ‘them’ off now that they were nice and wet. He slid his hands up her thighs and I watched her arch her back while he slid her panties down and pulled them off .
He lowered his face back to her cunt and he must have been doing a good job because she was wriggling her hips and pulling on his head. Then I heard her gasp quietly, raise her hips from the couch and hold his head tight against her. I knew she was cumming on the end of his tongue.
She pushed his head away. She was breathing heavily; like she had just run a mile. She smiled at him and asked what she could do for him.
He slid his hands up under her sweater and cupped her breasts. He said he wanted to put his cock between her breasts. I looked at Ron and he looked at me, kind of in shock. She grinned up at Dan. She pushed him away, letting his hands slide from under her sweater and stood up. She said she had an idea.
She took Dan by the hand and beckoned to Ron to follow and she started to lead them to the bedroom. I started to follow but she turned to me and asked me to get her solid shortening from the pantry. I did and by the time I got to the bedroom, she, Ron and Dan were all naked with the boy’s rigid hardons standing tall. My wife was standing between them in all of her naked glory, looking sexier than I ever remember her looking
She pushed Dan backwards onto our bed. She motioned my over to her with the can of shortening. She turned to Ron, handed him the can of white grease. He took a second to figure out what she wanted and then grinned at her.
He leaned over her and kissed each of her hard erect nipples before he took a small dollop of the contents on three of his fingers. She pushed her chest out to him and he proceeded to smear the slippery white cream over her tits before he took another batch and spread it over the inside curve of her mounds and into her cleavage. Her breasts glistened in the light.
I sat in the chair across from our bed and watched in fascinated delight as these two guys prepared my wife for I didn’t know what. She turned and kneeled on the bed, dragging her greasy tis up from Dan’s knees up over his thighs and up over his chest. She dangled her tits in his face. He kissed each nipple in turn until she slid them back down until his cock was nestled in between the creamy flesh of her cleavage. She started to move up and down; slipping the well greased cleft formed by her swinging tits over his bobbing dick. He reached down and grasped the shiny soft flesh in his hands and squeezed his dick between them. He laughed, nervously, saying they were so slippery.
The wihte grease was starting to melt, either from the friction of flesh on flesh or more likely fom the lust heated bodies of my wife and Dan. I saw Ron move out of the corner of my eye. He stepped up to the edge of the bed where my wife’s lower legs were hanging; where her ass was raised to just the right height and her asshole and pussy seemed to be begging for attention. I could see her pussy still wet and open from the tongue lashing Dan had so recently given it.
He rubbed the head if his dick up and down the wet slit and then placed the blunt wet head against her obvious opening. I saw my wife look over her shoulder at him. He slipped just the head into her hole stopping with only an inch or two inside her. He began to pump his hips; two inches in; one out; over and over until he was fully inside her. She responded in counterpoint working her cunt down (or up) over his cock.
DAMN! I thought or maybe I said it out loud. Two at once! I was shocked to say the least! My wife who insisted on missionary and wouldn’t even let me lick her pussy was taking on two guys at once! I wanted to take my dick out and cum right then!
She had her body working in perfect rhythm, pushing her cunt back and forth on his rod while the same movement worked the cock between her tits. It was poetry in motion. I watched in awe as she performed. She glanced over at me and whispered that she loved me as the two guys used her or more accurately, she used them.
I don’t know how long I watched them as their mutual lust escalated. I heard Dan grunt first that he wanted to cum on her tits. She gasped her enthusiastic approval. He squeezed his cock harder between her slick breasts, shiny from their coating of the shortening lube and her perspiration. He started spewing ropes of cum out all over his chest and hers; some even reaching her throat.
Then I heard her moan and whimper as she fucked harder back at Ron’s pumping cock. She gasped that she was cumming. Ron let out a grunt as he grabbed her hips and shoved his cock as deep as he could. He was cumming inside her as well.
Ron finished and rolled off of her to collapse on the bed beside her he dick was already drooping. My wife almost collapsed on top of Dan, but he pulled her up to kiss her and then pulled her higher until her slick sloppy firm tits were swaying in his face. He held her up as he licked her tits and chest clean of the combination of semi-melted shortening and his own cum. He finally gently rolled her to the side opposite from Rod where she laid quietly, catching her breath I leaned forward just enough to see Ron’s cum leaking from her open cunt.
I sat there and watched the trio gradually recover from their excitations. She got up first and said she was going to shower and slowly walked into our bathroom. Ron and Dan stood up, almost together and used their discarded tee shirts to wipe and clean themselves up. The dressed quickly, said goodnight as I sat there, stupefied but what I witnessed.
I got up and walked into the bathroom. I saw my wife through the glass door just standing under the spray. She turned and saw me. She smiled wickedly and asked if I was going to join her. I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough. I got into the shower and she grabbed me; pressed her lips to mine and kissed me passionately. Her breasts against my chest still felt slick, I guess from the remaining lube, although it was still probably mixed with Dan’s cum.
She broke the kiss and turned to lean against the shower was; he ass presented to me; her legs spread. She told me to come and get it before all of Ron’s cum leaked out. I couldn’t believe she was going to let me take her from behind. She had always insisted seeing me when we made love. I wasn’t about to break the mood.
I stepped behind her and placed my cock at the hole so recently lubed and vacated by Ron and pushed myself inside with a lot of help from her pushing back to me. I was too wound up to last too long, but it didn’t matter. She was cumming almost as soon as I was fully inside. I was right behind her, adding my cum to the remnants from Ron. I supported her and myself through our climax and held her until I slipped out, softening rapidly. She stood and looked like she shivered for a moment. Then she asked me to wash her back.
I did and we finished our shower and dressed for bed and put on long robes. She said she was going to fix us tea if I wanted so I joined her in the kitchen. We talked like an old married couple while we sipped our tea just as if it was an average night at home. I retired to bed and never heard her come in later.
I will discuss this night with her when she indicates she’s ready to talk. I NEVER expected her to take on two guys like she did a week or so ago and certainly never two at once! I am beside myself waiting to hear what had happened from her perspective when she’s ready to talk about it and she will, sooner or later.
This keeps escalating, bringing her to new (and to me) heights of lust. I don’t know if she’s experimenting with new found lust or maybe she’s re-living some of her past or repressed fantasies. I don’t know what to ask or what to expect next. I am sure of one thing: There will be a ‘next’ and I don’t know if she might even be imagining it now.
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wow, this is the best and hottest story I have ever read, anywhere! Can't wait for the next part.
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A couple of days after my wife took Ron and Dan at the same time (well sort of) she and I were sitting in our family room relaxing after dinner. She was in her lounging pajamas and I was in sweats. I was reading news on the internet and she was watching TV; at least I thought she was. I glanced over at her and she seemed to be kind of daydreaming; not paying attention to the TV.
I asked her what she was thinking about. She seemed startled for a moment. Then she looked at me. I asked her again what she was thinking about. I was a little surprised at her response.
She said she loved me. I smiled at her and told her I loved her too. She asked if I really loved her after all the ‘naughty’ things she had been doing. I laughed, got up from my seat and sat next to her. I kissed her deeply. I said loved her all the more even with what she had been doing. She said she knew it, but just wanted to hear me say it again.
I asked her why she was asking now. She said she thought she should be feeling guilty, at least a little; but she wasn’t; Not in the slightest. I asked her why. She said she was enjoying it too much. I told her she was being silly; I was enjoying it at least as much as she was. She giggled softly.
She cuddled into me. She said she never expected to have two guys again after her sorority days. She said she was feeling especially sexy again. She said she’d never had any guy use her breasts like Dan did. It was an amazing sexual sensation, especially when he ‘glazed her breasts like a doughnut’ (her words). She said it was even more sensual when he licked her chest and breasts clean. She’d wished he had kissed her after that. I asked her why. She blushed a little and looked down at her lap. She said she wondered what it tasted like. I was kind of stunned into silence for a moment.
She had steadfastly refused to even kiss my dick in all the time we’ve been together. I wondered if she was changing her mind? I asked her. She kept looking away from me. She said she could never do that to me. She was my wife and it would make her feel too inappropriate; like she shouldn’t be able to feel comfortable around me after that. Since she claimed she wondered what cum tasted like, I have to assume she’d never kissed or sucked a dick.
I asked her about the time she’d been with two guys at her sorority house. She looked at me. She kind of smiled. She said she’d been having sex with one guy on her roommate’s bed when her roommate’s boyfriend came over and put his dick next to her face. She said they’d been having sex on their couch, but since he was still hard, apparently he hadn’t cum. Her roommate was laughing about my wife’s virgin mouth and how her boyfriend might want to ‘take that cherry’.
I asked my wife how her roommate knew she had a virgin mouth and my wife said it was common knowledge in the sorority and on campus, and she was always being kidded about it. Anyway she continued that she took his cock in her hand and started to jerk him until he started moaning he was cumming and tried to aim his cock at my wife’s mouth. Her roommate kind of felt sorry for my wife. As he started cumming, her roommate took the spewing dick into her own mouth and finished him.
She ended the story with a quite sigh. She said only her roommate and the two guys ever knew what happened and the two girls swore them to secrecy under penalty of being cut off from sex.
I asked her if that whole thing bothered her. She said it didn’t and she and her roommate are still close to this very day and often laugh about those days when they speak.
I asked her if she ever fantasized about having two guys after that and she said she didn’t fantasize and she’d done two guys several times after that; having sex with one while she jerked another, but she was always in control. She smiled with kind of a faraway look as if she was thinking about those other times.
I asked her if she’d want to give Dan or Ron another tit-fuck and she said she would. She repeated how she’d enjoyed the new experience and how it had been extra sensual. She looked at me and grinned. She said it was a huge turn on to feel his cum spewing from his cock and hitting her breasts. She reiterated how warm and slippery and good it felt on her breasts as she rubbed cum into her tits and nipples. She laughed; said it was sticky and then got kind of cool and crusty. She almost didn’t want to wash it off in the shower.
I asked her what else she enjoyed about their session. She said besides me watching her? I laughed. Then she blushed again.
She said when Ron was fucking her from behind, he was playing with her butt. I couldn’t see that. I asked if he was just teasing her crack. She smiled up at me and said no, he was actually playing with her ‘opening’ as she described it. She said it felt a little odd; it kind of tickled, but she also felt a little extra tingling in her pussy. I looked at her with surprise on my face and then laughed. I asked her if she was considering anal sex.
She looked surprised and then smiled. She said no and then said not with a dick; that would probably hurt too much. I didn’t say anything else, but I placed a thought into my memory to have one of the guys stick a finger or two up her ass; maybe when she gets lubed up for another titty fuck they can use some of the lube on her asshole.
Then she looked at me with a small smile and told me it felt really good when I took her from behind in the shower and maybe we could try it that way again some time. I laughed and told her I thought she was a missionary only girl, at least with me. She smiled and reminded me of the time she recently had sex with me on this very couch when she rode me like she rode Ron..
I smiled at her, remembering, and then I also told her how much I liked fucking her when she had a pussy full of come. And how much I liked it when all of their mixed cum would leak out as I fucked her because she was fuller than any one guy could make her.
She said it felt wonderful to her as well; how she could fell so full of warm cream; how it felt when my cock pushed it out of her as I added mine to theirs.
She giggled and asked me what I liked best about it. I said ‘everything; how slippery and warm she felt; how I thought about her being full of another man’s cum. “Or two,” she giggled. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her that I liked it so much better when I was second or especially third inside of her.
She said she was kind of sleepy and she was going to bed. I asked her if she wanted company, and she smiled and said no. I guess she saw the look of disappointment on my face. She kissed me as she stood up. She said it would really be better if I waited a few days and there could be one or two guys before me. She had just reiterated that sex with her would only be after she was filled with another man first. It was going to be a while before that happened. In spite of calls and a in spite of a short visit from Ron, she didn’t see ‘entertain’ either of them.
Over the next several days i noticed that she and Karol (Dan’s wife) had been talking on the phone almost every day; apparently with texts intermingled.
A week later she finally said to me that Dan and Karol invited us over for dinner to thank us for feeding Dan when she was away. We both smiled, remembering what Dan really had for dessert that evening. I said I wondered it Karol really knew how well Dan was taken care of. She laughed and pushed me gently saying not to be a jerk and to behave myself at dinner.
I said I was fine with anything she arranged with Karol. She said she’d arrange something over the next few days. Later that day my wife told me we were going to Dan and Karol’s that evening. I was surprised that they had arranged it so soon. My wife said it was easy and no big deal to set up since it was only an informal dinner and Karol was only serving light buffet and drinks. I said that was perfect for me. My wife added that she was bringing dessert. I could only grin at her although I couldn’t really believe there’d be any antics with Karol there.
She told me to start getting ready and she would shower while I shaved and then I could shower as well. I laughed and asked her if she wanted me to wash her back. She just kind of grinned at me and then said no thanks.
I was just finished shaving when she stepped out of the shower. I couldn’t help but let my eyes roam over her body from her beautiful face to her perky breasts as she turned her back to me. Again I let my eyes roam from the back of her neck down her back to her spectacular tight butt and finally down her awesome legs. I always marvel at her beauty and wonder how was I lucky enough to have her.
She placed on foot on the edge of the bathtub and bent over to dry her legs and feet. I could just get a glimpse of her pussy from behind, but her ass crack spread open and her tiny puckered anal flower was fully right there. I remembered what she had said about how if felt when Dan was teasing that little bud. I wasn’t at all embarrassed to sprout an upright hardon.
She turned around and saw m stiff dick. She laughed and said I should probably take a cold shower. I was just about to respond that a cold shower wasn’t what I needed and then I saw it.
She had trimmed her pussy hair back to almost only a stubble. She always kept her hair short and bikini trimmed but this was shorter. I could clearly see the top of the tight slit and the hint of her delightfully plump pussy lips. Her thighs don’t quite come together there; she had what we used to call a ‘love gap’ where her pussy separated her thighs. It was all that much more apparent with the lack of hair.
I asked her what happened to her hair. She just said it needed trimming. I just looked at her. I guess i must have looked puzzled. Finally she said Dan liked it shorter and even asked her to shave her pussy bald. She said she told him that she would see what I thought before she did that.
I didn’t say anything for a moment and then she finally looked at me with an intense stare. She said ‘well?’ I told her that I would love whatever she wanted to do. I saw her glance at my crotch and smile a little when she noticed my growing bulge. She let it go at that and told me to get moving; we were leaving in a half an hour. She said Dan would have a fire going in their fireplace so don’t wear anything too heavy.
I was finally ready, last as usual. I had on a light button down shirt and jeans, the uniform of the day in our neighborhood. She had on tight skinny jeans that showed off her awesome ass and even her shapely legs, made even more shapely by her high heeled pumps. Her perfectly manicured and glossed toenails peeked out. Those shoes made her ass sway and bounce wickedly. She also wore a ‘vee’ neck almost sheer blouse that dipped to almost show her bra. The rounded mounds of her breasts formed buy her bra into a delightful tempting cleavage.
I was surprised when my wife produced a tray of brownies and told me to get the container of ice cream from our freezer. She saw the question on my face and reminded me that she was bringing dessert. I guess I looked a little down; she said to me that she thought I liked brownies. I just nodded my head in agreement, hiding my disappointment. I told her I thought a heavy jacket might be appropriate for the still chilly weather.
We got to Dan’s and I was genuinely surprised to see Ron’s truck there. My wife said she that she wasn’t surprised as it wasn’t uncommon for Ron to occasionally have dinner with Dan and Karol since he was always alone. I was about to ring their doorbell when Karol opened the door. She said Dan had been watching for us and told her that we had arrived. The warmth from the house was almost a surprise but it felt nice compared to the raw outside weather.
A few days after she took two guys at once.
PART ONE
PART ONE
A couple of days after my wife took Ron and Dan at the same time (well sort of) she and I were sitting in our family room relaxing after dinner. She was in her lounging pajamas and I was in sweats. I was reading news on the internet and she was watching TV; at least I thought she was. I glanced over at her and she seemed to be kind of daydreaming; not paying attention to the TV.
I asked her what she was thinking about. She seemed startled for a moment. Then she looked at me. I asked her again what she was thinking about. I was a little surprised at her response.
She said she loved me. I smiled at her and told her I loved her too. She asked if I really loved her after all the ‘naughty’ things she had been doing. I laughed, got up from my seat and sat next to her. I kissed her deeply. I said loved her all the more even with what she had been doing. She said she knew it, but just wanted to hear me say it again.
I asked her why she was asking now. She said she thought she should be feeling guilty, at least a little; but she wasn’t; Not in the slightest. I asked her why. She said she was enjoying it too much. I told her she was being silly; I was enjoying it at least as much as she was. She giggled softly.
She cuddled into me. She said she never expected to have two guys again after her sorority days. She said she was feeling especially sexy again. She said she’d never had any guy use her breasts like Dan did. It was an amazing sexual sensation, especially when he ‘glazed her breasts like a doughnut’ (her words). She said it was even more sensual when he licked her chest and breasts clean. She’d wished he had kissed her after that. I asked her why. She blushed a little and looked down at her lap. She said she wondered what it tasted like. I was kind of stunned into silence for a moment.
She had steadfastly refused to even kiss my dick in all the time we’ve been together. I wondered if she was changing her mind? I asked her. She kept looking away from me. She said she could never do that to me. She was my wife and it would make her feel too inappropriate; like she shouldn’t be able to feel comfortable around me after that. Since she claimed she wondered what cum tasted like, I have to assume she’d never kissed or sucked a dick.
I asked her about the time she’d been with two guys at her sorority house. She looked at me. She kind of smiled. She said she’d been having sex with one guy on her roommate’s bed when her roommate’s boyfriend came over and put his dick next to her face. She said they’d been having sex on their couch, but since he was still hard, apparently he hadn’t cum. Her roommate was laughing about my wife’s virgin mouth and how her boyfriend might want to ‘take that cherry’.
I asked my wife how her roommate knew she had a virgin mouth and my wife said it was common knowledge in the sorority and on campus, and she was always being kidded about it. Anyway she continued that she took his cock in her hand and started to jerk him until he started moaning he was cumming and tried to aim his cock at my wife’s mouth. Her roommate kind of felt sorry for my wife. As he started cumming, her roommate took the spewing dick into her own mouth and finished him.
She ended the story with a quite sigh. She said only her roommate and the two guys ever knew what happened and the two girls swore them to secrecy under penalty of being cut off from sex.
I asked her if that whole thing bothered her. She said it didn’t and she and her roommate are still close to this very day and often laugh about those days when they speak.
I asked her if she ever fantasized about having two guys after that and she said she didn’t fantasize and she’d done two guys several times after that; having sex with one while she jerked another, but she was always in control. She smiled with kind of a faraway look as if she was thinking about those other times.
I asked her if she’d want to give Dan or Ron another tit-fuck and she said she would. She repeated how she’d enjoyed the new experience and how it had been extra sensual. She looked at me and grinned. She said it was a huge turn on to feel his cum spewing from his cock and hitting her breasts. She reiterated how warm and slippery and good it felt on her breasts as she rubbed cum into her tits and nipples. She laughed; said it was sticky and then got kind of cool and crusty. She almost didn’t want to wash it off in the shower.
I asked her what else she enjoyed about their session. She said besides me watching her? I laughed. Then she blushed again.
She said when Ron was fucking her from behind, he was playing with her butt. I couldn’t see that. I asked if he was just teasing her crack. She smiled up at me and said no, he was actually playing with her ‘opening’ as she described it. She said it felt a little odd; it kind of tickled, but she also felt a little extra tingling in her pussy. I looked at her with surprise on my face and then laughed. I asked her if she was considering anal sex.
She looked surprised and then smiled. She said no and then said not with a dick; that would probably hurt too much. I didn’t say anything else, but I placed a thought into my memory to have one of the guys stick a finger or two up her ass; maybe when she gets lubed up for another titty fuck they can use some of the lube on her asshole.
Then she looked at me with a small smile and told me it felt really good when I took her from behind in the shower and maybe we could try it that way again some time. I laughed and told her I thought she was a missionary only girl, at least with me. She smiled and reminded me of the time she recently had sex with me on this very couch when she rode me like she rode Ron..
I smiled at her, remembering, and then I also told her how much I liked fucking her when she had a pussy full of come. And how much I liked it when all of their mixed cum would leak out as I fucked her because she was fuller than any one guy could make her.
She said it felt wonderful to her as well; how she could fell so full of warm cream; how it felt when my cock pushed it out of her as I added mine to theirs.
She giggled and asked me what I liked best about it. I said ‘everything; how slippery and warm she felt; how I thought about her being full of another man’s cum. “Or two,” she giggled. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her that I liked it so much better when I was second or especially third inside of her.
She said she was kind of sleepy and she was going to bed. I asked her if she wanted company, and she smiled and said no. I guess she saw the look of disappointment on my face. She kissed me as she stood up. She said it would really be better if I waited a few days and there could be one or two guys before me. She had just reiterated that sex with her would only be after she was filled with another man first. It was going to be a while before that happened. In spite of calls and a in spite of a short visit from Ron, she didn’t see ‘entertain’ either of them.
Over the next several days i noticed that she and Karol (Dan’s wife) had been talking on the phone almost every day; apparently with texts intermingled.
A week later she finally said to me that Dan and Karol invited us over for dinner to thank us for feeding Dan when she was away. We both smiled, remembering what Dan really had for dessert that evening. I said I wondered it Karol really knew how well Dan was taken care of. She laughed and pushed me gently saying not to be a jerk and to behave myself at dinner.
I said I was fine with anything she arranged with Karol. She said she’d arrange something over the next few days. Later that day my wife told me we were going to Dan and Karol’s that evening. I was surprised that they had arranged it so soon. My wife said it was easy and no big deal to set up since it was only an informal dinner and Karol was only serving light buffet and drinks. I said that was perfect for me. My wife added that she was bringing dessert. I could only grin at her although I couldn’t really believe there’d be any antics with Karol there.
She told me to start getting ready and she would shower while I shaved and then I could shower as well. I laughed and asked her if she wanted me to wash her back. She just kind of grinned at me and then said no thanks.
I was just finished shaving when she stepped out of the shower. I couldn’t help but let my eyes roam over her body from her beautiful face to her perky breasts as she turned her back to me. Again I let my eyes roam from the back of her neck down her back to her spectacular tight butt and finally down her awesome legs. I always marvel at her beauty and wonder how was I lucky enough to have her.
She placed on foot on the edge of the bathtub and bent over to dry her legs and feet. I could just get a glimpse of her pussy from behind, but her ass crack spread open and her tiny puckered anal flower was fully right there. I remembered what she had said about how if felt when Dan was teasing that little bud. I wasn’t at all embarrassed to sprout an upright hardon.
She turned around and saw m stiff dick. She laughed and said I should probably take a cold shower. I was just about to respond that a cold shower wasn’t what I needed and then I saw it.
She had trimmed her pussy hair back to almost only a stubble. She always kept her hair short and bikini trimmed but this was shorter. I could clearly see the top of the tight slit and the hint of her delightfully plump pussy lips. Her thighs don’t quite come together there; she had what we used to call a ‘love gap’ where her pussy separated her thighs. It was all that much more apparent with the lack of hair.
I asked her what happened to her hair. She just said it needed trimming. I just looked at her. I guess i must have looked puzzled. Finally she said Dan liked it shorter and even asked her to shave her pussy bald. She said she told him that she would see what I thought before she did that.
I didn’t say anything for a moment and then she finally looked at me with an intense stare. She said ‘well?’ I told her that I would love whatever she wanted to do. I saw her glance at my crotch and smile a little when she noticed my growing bulge. She let it go at that and told me to get moving; we were leaving in a half an hour. She said Dan would have a fire going in their fireplace so don’t wear anything too heavy.
I was finally ready, last as usual. I had on a light button down shirt and jeans, the uniform of the day in our neighborhood. She had on tight skinny jeans that showed off her awesome ass and even her shapely legs, made even more shapely by her high heeled pumps. Her perfectly manicured and glossed toenails peeked out. Those shoes made her ass sway and bounce wickedly. She also wore a ‘vee’ neck almost sheer blouse that dipped to almost show her bra. The rounded mounds of her breasts formed buy her bra into a delightful tempting cleavage.
I was surprised when my wife produced a tray of brownies and told me to get the container of ice cream from our freezer. She saw the question on my face and reminded me that she was bringing dessert. I guess I looked a little down; she said to me that she thought I liked brownies. I just nodded my head in agreement, hiding my disappointment. I told her I thought a heavy jacket might be appropriate for the still chilly weather.
We got to Dan’s and I was genuinely surprised to see Ron’s truck there. My wife said she that she wasn’t surprised as it wasn’t uncommon for Ron to occasionally have dinner with Dan and Karol since he was always alone. I was about to ring their doorbell when Karol opened the door. She said Dan had been watching for us and told her that we had arrived. The warmth from the house was almost a surprise but it felt nice compared to the raw outside weather.
Getting too long. Now part two of three. I used my phone with an app to record a much as I could ..just audio...no video...video NOT available (for posting)
PART TWO (1 of 2)...not allowedt post more that 1500 characters
We got to Dan’s and I was genuinely surprised to see Ron’s truck there. My wife said she that she wasn’t surprised as it wasn’t uncommon for Ron to occasionally have dinner with Dan and Karol since he was always alone. I was about to ring their doorbell when Karol opened the door. She said Dan had been watching for us and told her that we had arrived. The warmth from the house was almost a surprise but it felt nice compared to the raw outside weather.
Dan was in jeans and an open necked short sleeve pullover shirt. Karol was in a loose knit zipper front sweater that clung to her small frame and even what looked like her cupcake sized breasts. The zipper was open right through what would have been her cleavage and I didn’t see any hint of a bra. She also wore tight spandex three quarter length pants and was barefoot.
Dan took my jacket and then my wife’s. Karol had to stand on her tiptoes due to my wife’s high heels to kiss my wife on the cheek. I heard Karol whisper to my wife that she looked deliciously stunning. I was surprised to see Karol lightly run her hand over my wife’s ass. My wife either didn’t notice or chose to ignore it.
I heard my wife laugh quietly and thank her. I saw Dan outright ogling my wife even as his wife was talking to her and groping her. I don’t know if my wife caught him or if she would have even objected. I certainly didn’t.
Ron and Dan both come over as we entered the family room; shook my hand in greeting and hugged my wife; each kissing her in a gentlemanly manner just as Karol announced that the snacks and drinks were out and it was time to eat.
We all actually sat around the expansive kitchen ‘island’ where the food was also served. I was a little shocked to see a hint if my wife’s camel toe in the crotch of her jeans. Dan ...... beer and wine to each per their request. My wife had a white wine and I had red. Karol had a Manhattan and Dan and Ron both had beers. Ron was dressed in his usual jeans and flannel shirt.
Ron and I were on each end with Dan in the middle, between the women. Karol was next to Ron; then Dan and then my wife between me and Dan We were making conversation and drinking while we ate. My wife swiveled he chair around slightly, turning her back partially to me and partially facing Dan. I couldn’t hear their conversation but I did hear Karol laugh quietly and the word ‘behave’, nut I couldn’t miss Dan’s stealing glances at my wife’s lap and open thighs.
I carefully and covertly snuck a peek at Karol. I could see Ron’s hand sliding up and down her thigh from her knee to her crotch. She had her hand on his but didn’t seem to be stopping him. Even though Dan had his back to Ron and his wife, he had to have heard what I heard when his wife kiddingly chastised Ron, but he didn’t seem to react.
It dawned on me like a bolt out of the blue: this was a pre-planned meeting. I felt like an idiot.
Ron and Karol were engaged in their playing and my wife was talking to Dan; I felt a little inconspicuous. My wife was telling Dan about how she couldn’t wait for the weather to finally become spring so she could get outside and get some sun.
Dan laughed and asked if she sunbathed in the nude. She smiled and said she didn’t. He said he didn’t believe her. She laughed again and told him he already knew she had tan lines. He admitted to admiring them and especially the untanned parts.
My wife put on a fake pout. She said she thought he liked every part of her.
He laughed again and admitted there wasn’t a single inch of her he didn’t love.
I managed to lean forward enough to see Dan’s hand on my wife’s thigh; right up against the crotch seam in her jeans. Her legs were parted enough to give him plenty of access room. I would be amazed if he couldn’t feel her cunt through the thin material of the skinny jeans. I was sure she could feel his hand on her pussy.
I noticed that Ron and Karol seemed quiet. I looked over to see what they were doing. Karol was standing while Ron was still sitting, but she was standing between his legs and they were kissing. She had he hands on the back of his head and was pressing his lips to hers while he had both of his hands cupping her ass.
I watched as they apparently swapped tongues for a long moment until she broke their kiss. She said we could all retire to the family room and enjoy the fire while she did a quick cleanup. My wife offered to help, but Karol declined her offer. She asked my wife if she should put out the desert and my wife said she thought we should wait awhile since everyone was probably not hungry from all the delicious food we just had.
We all stood up and started for the family room when Ron asked Karol if he could help her. She declined, but he insisted. I followed my wife and Dan to the family room. It was dimly lit with just a few low lamps and the light from the flickering fire. She and Dan sat on a small couch with just enough room for two with their backs to the kitchen area, so I took a seat in a recliner facing them.
I could see Dan and my wife as well as Ron and Karol clearing dishes. Karol was rinsing dishes in the sink while Ron was standing behind her; pressed against her body; it looked like he had her trapped between his crotch and the sink. He was saying something to her with his face next to her ear. She pushed back slightly and turned to star placing dishes in her dishwasher. As she bent over, Ron squatted and stared kissing her rounded ass.
Karol stopped filling the dishwasher and partially stood up, resting her hands on the edge of the kitchen counter. I could see her ass moving around in response to Ron’s touch. Then he reached up while still squatting and started to work Karol’s tight pants down over her hips and ass. She stood up straighter, apparently trying to help him. He only got them halfway off of her ass when he moved his lips up higher to the exposed half moons above the waistband of her pants.
I had been so engrossed in the scene between Ron and Karol that I lost track of my wife and Dan. He had his arm around her shoulders with his hand dangling right above one of her breasts. She seemed oblivious to his hand as they were whispering something I couldn’t hear. I saw as he casually dropped his hand to her breast and pulled her close. She leaned even closer, appeared to sigh and then kissed him. As they kissed, I saw his hand begin to slowly and softly massage her breast through her thin blouse and soft bra..
Their kiss rapidly grew more and more passionate and I could even see their open mouths and tongues slipping back and forth between them. My wife lowered her hand and started to pet his obvious hardon.
He took his hand from her breast and tried to slip it in the deep ‘v’ of her blouse but it was either too tight or the angle was bad. She pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her jeans and pulled his hand from her neckline to under her now loose blouse.
He never hesitated and he was almost instantly massaging her breast under her blouse. She pulled the blouse it higher until it was almost around her neck with her bra clad breasts were exposed. Their kiss was never interrupted. She never stopped rubbing his crotch.
I was startled by Karol’s voice behind me.
She said it looked like her husband and my wife were having fun. Ron laughed quietly.
Karol said we should retire to their basement lounge or playroom as she liked to call it.
PART TWO (1 of 2)...not allowedt post more that 1500 characters
We got to Dan’s and I was genuinely surprised to see Ron’s truck there. My wife said she that she wasn’t surprised as it wasn’t uncommon for Ron to occasionally have dinner with Dan and Karol since he was always alone. I was about to ring their doorbell when Karol opened the door. She said Dan had been watching for us and told her that we had arrived. The warmth from the house was almost a surprise but it felt nice compared to the raw outside weather.
Dan was in jeans and an open necked short sleeve pullover shirt. Karol was in a loose knit zipper front sweater that clung to her small frame and even what looked like her cupcake sized breasts. The zipper was open right through what would have been her cleavage and I didn’t see any hint of a bra. She also wore tight spandex three quarter length pants and was barefoot.
Dan took my jacket and then my wife’s. Karol had to stand on her tiptoes due to my wife’s high heels to kiss my wife on the cheek. I heard Karol whisper to my wife that she looked deliciously stunning. I was surprised to see Karol lightly run her hand over my wife’s ass. My wife either didn’t notice or chose to ignore it.
I heard my wife laugh quietly and thank her. I saw Dan outright ogling my wife even as his wife was talking to her and groping her. I don’t know if my wife caught him or if she would have even objected. I certainly didn’t.
Ron and Dan both come over as we entered the family room; shook my hand in greeting and hugged my wife; each kissing her in a gentlemanly manner just as Karol announced that the snacks and drinks were out and it was time to eat.
We all actually sat around the expansive kitchen ‘island’ where the food was also served. I was a little shocked to see a hint if my wife’s camel toe in the crotch of her jeans. Dan ...... beer and wine to each per their request. My wife had a white wine and I had red. Karol had a Manhattan and Dan and Ron both had beers. Ron was dressed in his usual jeans and flannel shirt.
Ron and I were on each end with Dan in the middle, between the women. Karol was next to Ron; then Dan and then my wife between me and Dan We were making conversation and drinking while we ate. My wife swiveled he chair around slightly, turning her back partially to me and partially facing Dan. I couldn’t hear their conversation but I did hear Karol laugh quietly and the word ‘behave’, nut I couldn’t miss Dan’s stealing glances at my wife’s lap and open thighs.
I carefully and covertly snuck a peek at Karol. I could see Ron’s hand sliding up and down her thigh from her knee to her crotch. She had her hand on his but didn’t seem to be stopping him. Even though Dan had his back to Ron and his wife, he had to have heard what I heard when his wife kiddingly chastised Ron, but he didn’t seem to react.
It dawned on me like a bolt out of the blue: this was a pre-planned meeting. I felt like an idiot.
Ron and Karol were engaged in their playing and my wife was talking to Dan; I felt a little inconspicuous. My wife was telling Dan about how she couldn’t wait for the weather to finally become spring so she could get outside and get some sun.
Dan laughed and asked if she sunbathed in the nude. She smiled and said she didn’t. He said he didn’t believe her. She laughed again and told him he already knew she had tan lines. He admitted to admiring them and especially the untanned parts.
My wife put on a fake pout. She said she thought he liked every part of her.
He laughed again and admitted there wasn’t a single inch of her he didn’t love.
I managed to lean forward enough to see Dan’s hand on my wife’s thigh; right up against the crotch seam in her jeans. Her legs were parted enough to give him plenty of access room. I would be amazed if he couldn’t feel her cunt through the thin material of the skinny jeans. I was sure she could feel his hand on her pussy.
I noticed that Ron and Karol seemed quiet. I looked over to see what they were doing. Karol was standing while Ron was still sitting, but she was standing between his legs and they were kissing. She had he hands on the back of his head and was pressing his lips to hers while he had both of his hands cupping her ass.
I watched as they apparently swapped tongues for a long moment until she broke their kiss. She said we could all retire to the family room and enjoy the fire while she did a quick cleanup. My wife offered to help, but Karol declined her offer. She asked my wife if she should put out the desert and my wife said she thought we should wait awhile since everyone was probably not hungry from all the delicious food we just had.
We all stood up and started for the family room when Ron asked Karol if he could help her. She declined, but he insisted. I followed my wife and Dan to the family room. It was dimly lit with just a few low lamps and the light from the flickering fire. She and Dan sat on a small couch with just enough room for two with their backs to the kitchen area, so I took a seat in a recliner facing them.
I could see Dan and my wife as well as Ron and Karol clearing dishes. Karol was rinsing dishes in the sink while Ron was standing behind her; pressed against her body; it looked like he had her trapped between his crotch and the sink. He was saying something to her with his face next to her ear. She pushed back slightly and turned to star placing dishes in her dishwasher. As she bent over, Ron squatted and stared kissing her rounded ass.
Karol stopped filling the dishwasher and partially stood up, resting her hands on the edge of the kitchen counter. I could see her ass moving around in response to Ron’s touch. Then he reached up while still squatting and started to work Karol’s tight pants down over her hips and ass. She stood up straighter, apparently trying to help him. He only got them halfway off of her ass when he moved his lips up higher to the exposed half moons above the waistband of her pants.
I had been so engrossed in the scene between Ron and Karol that I lost track of my wife and Dan. He had his arm around her shoulders with his hand dangling right above one of her breasts. She seemed oblivious to his hand as they were whispering something I couldn’t hear. I saw as he casually dropped his hand to her breast and pulled her close. She leaned even closer, appeared to sigh and then kissed him. As they kissed, I saw his hand begin to slowly and softly massage her breast through her thin blouse and soft bra..
Their kiss rapidly grew more and more passionate and I could even see their open mouths and tongues slipping back and forth between them. My wife lowered her hand and started to pet his obvious hardon.
He took his hand from her breast and tried to slip it in the deep ‘v’ of her blouse but it was either too tight or the angle was bad. She pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her jeans and pulled his hand from her neckline to under her now loose blouse.
He never hesitated and he was almost instantly massaging her breast under her blouse. She pulled the blouse it higher until it was almost around her neck with her bra clad breasts were exposed. Their kiss was never interrupted. She never stopped rubbing his crotch.
I was startled by Karol’s voice behind me.
She said it looked like her husband and my wife were having fun. Ron laughed quietly.
Karol said we should retire to their basement lounge or playroom as she liked to call it.
Part two(2 of 2)
We got to the basement and I was surprised to see the room we entered was truly decked out as a play room. There was a bed in the middle of the room surrounded on three sides by two person loveseats. The fourth side of the bed faced fireplace that proved to be gas as Dan quickly lit it. The indirect room light was subdued but still bright enough to see details and enhanced by the flickering gas fire.
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Karol led Ron by hand to another couch where they could watch the two lovers. I found a similar couch across the bed from then and could watch the whole show.
Dan and my wife looked a little sheepish. My wife started to pull he blouse down, but Karol told her to stop. She said they should continue. Dan and my wife wasted no time i finding a couch and picking up where they had been interrupted. My wife smiled and pulled Dan’s face to hers and resumed their kiss. It only took Dan a moment to start caressing her breasts through her bra again
Karol had an intense look on her face, as if studying the necking petting couple. She turned to Ron and told him to show her the breasts that her husband had recently fucked. Ron looked only too happy to help. He walked over to my wife and stood for a moment until my wife noticed him. She said something I couldn’t hear and he said something back. Dan grinned a huge beaming grin as he apparently heard their conversation.
My wife sat up straight and Ron managed to unclasp her bra. Between Dan; Ron and my wife they managed to slip her bra off, freeing her breasts in the warm light of the fire. I could see her tits, creamy white and capped by her rosy areola and nipples seemingly begging for attention.
Ron looked over at Karol. She was staring at the three of them; looking like she was paying special attention to my wife and not even seeing her husband. She looked at Ron again. She asked him if they were as sweet as they looked.
Ron looked around the room; first at me; then at my wife and finally at Dan. He smiled at Karol and lowered his face to her nearest tit and gently licked it; first around the circumference; then though her cleavage and finally flicked his tongue against the nipple. I saw my wife gasp and arch her back slightly. Karol looked at her husband. He apparently didn’t need any further encouragement. He followed Ron’s example and licked her tit; cleavage and finally her nipple.
By now my wife was starting to breathe really deeply. Her eyes were half closed as both men paid homage to her creamy white mounds of tit flesh. Karol looked at her husband. ‘Well?’ she said. He replied with one word: ‘sweet’.
She walked over to my wife leaned down and kissed her. Then she told the two men to go sit. She said they had their turn and now she wanted her turn.
My wife opened her eyes when the men left her and looked around, seemingly puzzled. Then she saw Karol standing over her. She started to say something, but Karol’s kiss muffled whatever she was trying to say.
I think my wife was almost disappointed when the men left and was genuinely surprised when Karol sat next her. She looked puzzled until Karol kissed her again and cupped her nearest naked and spit covered tit. It was only a moment until my wife and Karol were sharing their tongues.
I watched Karol put her hands behind my wife’s head and deepen their kiss. In a moment my wife’s hands were under Karol’s shirt. Karol finally broke their kiss and looked into my wife’s eyes. She asked my wife if she would mind. My wife just smiled up at her.
Karol smiled briefly and kissed my wife again then moved her lips and tongue down to my wife’s neck and throat where she ran into the blouse that got bunched there by her and Dan. She helped my wife sit upright and slipped the blouse over her head, leaving her naked from the waist up; her tits seemed to glow in the subdued light; her nipples visibly engorged as her chest rose and fell with her deep breaths.
I looked over at Dan and Ron sitting opposite the women. They were both stroking the stiff bulges through their pants. For that matter, so was I. Karol proceeded to kiss my wife’s breasts as she ran he hand down to the snap at the waistband of my wife’s jeans.
I heard it open with just a slight pop and then heard the zipper. Karol kneeled between my wife’s wide spread thighs and moved her face lower over my wife’s stomach, kissing and licking what seemed like every rib. Every kiss seemed to elicit a quiet moan from my wife. Karol stopped her kissing and looked up at my wife’ face.
Her head was against the back of the couch her eyes seemed to be half closed. She raised her head and smiled down at Karol and the raised her hips. Karol got the message. She grasped the waistband of my wife’s jeans and pulled and tugged until the jeans slipped down over her hips and ass and bunched at her knees. I heard a quiet gasp from either Ron or Dan. I looked over at them and they both had a firm grip on their own dicks.
Karol diligently worked the jeans off of my wife, even leaving her shoes on. She kneeled back staring at the obvious camel toe made by my wife’s sheer panties; the camel toe made all that more obvious by the dampness in her crotch gusset.
Ron apparently was rung out of patience. He stepped over behind Karol couch and gently pulled to her feet. Karol gasped in surprise while my wife moaned in disappointment. Ron tugged at her blouse until Karol raised her arms as Ron pulled her blouse over her head. I couldn’t see much with both Karol’s and Ron’s back to me.
I saw Karol lean back against him and then I saw his hands cover and massage her bra-less ‘A’ cup tits. I saw my wife watching them with rapt attention as she lay back naked except for her sheer damp panties. Her plump pussy lips looked positively delicious.
Apparently I wasn’t the only one who thought so. Karol tried to drop back to her knees; her eyes on the wet cunt framed by firm smooth thighs in front of her; her intent obvious, but Ron held her up even as he kneeled behind her. He reached around to the front of her slacks and manipulated something and the next thing I saw was her rounded pale ass cheeks with a thong separating them.
Ron kneeled and buried his face in that crevice between the half moons while he worked her slacks down and then off of her. The tableau of my wife and Karol, both naked to but for their skimpy panties; my wife’s tits and barely covered cunt and Karol’s tits and ass on display was almost too much to bear. Karol finally turned around against Ron’s token resistance and pushed his head away. She led my wife from the couch, across the room to expansive bed. She seemed to take her the long way around, apparently to show her off to us. I was mesmerized by the way the high heels on my wife made her ass with just the thong swing and sway like the first class slut she was turning into. Her tits swayed like ripe fruit in a breeze. I heard Ron make a comment about her ass as well.
Karol sat on the bed and said to all of us how delicious my wife looked. Karol held her hand and pulled my wife down beside her. To my surprise, my wife leaned to Karol, kissed her and pushed her back on the bed. My wife rolled on top of her; their kiss becoming more intense; my wife was swirling her tits against Karol’s. Their heads moved back and forth as I watched, even occasionally seeing their tongues dueling with each other.
I watched them as Karol’s thigh worked its way between my wife’s until it was pressing against her pussy. She started to grind her pussy against that thigh and broke their kiss.
Karol broke their kiss. She pushed my wife up and away. She said to my wife that she wanted to see it. My wife asked what. Karol responded that she wanted to watch her husband fuck those sweet tits. Dan must have heard her because I saw him stand immediately and strip out of his shirt, pants and boxer shorts as quick as his hardon would allow.
Karol knew exactly what he needed. She directed him to one of the end tables by the nearest couch. She told him to get a tube of ‘the lube’. Dan returned and stood by the bed, between the two women sitting. Karol looked at my wife. My wife told Dan to lie down on his back. Karol took the tube of lube, squeezed out a generous amount into her palm and proceeded to spread it over my wife’s breasts, paying special attention to her cleavage and the inner slopes.
We got to the basement and I was surprised to see the room we entered was truly decked out as a play room. There was a bed in the middle of the room surrounded on three sides by two person loveseats. The fourth side of the bed faced fireplace that proved to be gas as Dan quickly lit it. The indirect room light was subdued but still bright enough to see details and enhanced by the flickering gas fire.
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Karol led Ron by hand to another couch where they could watch the two lovers. I found a similar couch across the bed from then and could watch the whole show.
Dan and my wife looked a little sheepish. My wife started to pull he blouse down, but Karol told her to stop. She said they should continue. Dan and my wife wasted no time i finding a couch and picking up where they had been interrupted. My wife smiled and pulled Dan’s face to hers and resumed their kiss. It only took Dan a moment to start caressing her breasts through her bra again
Karol had an intense look on her face, as if studying the necking petting couple. She turned to Ron and told him to show her the breasts that her husband had recently fucked. Ron looked only too happy to help. He walked over to my wife and stood for a moment until my wife noticed him. She said something I couldn’t hear and he said something back. Dan grinned a huge beaming grin as he apparently heard their conversation.
My wife sat up straight and Ron managed to unclasp her bra. Between Dan; Ron and my wife they managed to slip her bra off, freeing her breasts in the warm light of the fire. I could see her tits, creamy white and capped by her rosy areola and nipples seemingly begging for attention.
Ron looked over at Karol. She was staring at the three of them; looking like she was paying special attention to my wife and not even seeing her husband. She looked at Ron again. She asked him if they were as sweet as they looked.
Ron looked around the room; first at me; then at my wife and finally at Dan. He smiled at Karol and lowered his face to her nearest tit and gently licked it; first around the circumference; then though her cleavage and finally flicked his tongue against the nipple. I saw my wife gasp and arch her back slightly. Karol looked at her husband. He apparently didn’t need any further encouragement. He followed Ron’s example and licked her tit; cleavage and finally her nipple.
By now my wife was starting to breathe really deeply. Her eyes were half closed as both men paid homage to her creamy white mounds of tit flesh. Karol looked at her husband. ‘Well?’ she said. He replied with one word: ‘sweet’.
She walked over to my wife leaned down and kissed her. Then she told the two men to go sit. She said they had their turn and now she wanted her turn.
My wife opened her eyes when the men left her and looked around, seemingly puzzled. Then she saw Karol standing over her. She started to say something, but Karol’s kiss muffled whatever she was trying to say.
I think my wife was almost disappointed when the men left and was genuinely surprised when Karol sat next her. She looked puzzled until Karol kissed her again and cupped her nearest naked and spit covered tit. It was only a moment until my wife and Karol were sharing their tongues.
I watched Karol put her hands behind my wife’s head and deepen their kiss. In a moment my wife’s hands were under Karol’s shirt. Karol finally broke their kiss and looked into my wife’s eyes. She asked my wife if she would mind. My wife just smiled up at her.
Karol smiled briefly and kissed my wife again then moved her lips and tongue down to my wife’s neck and throat where she ran into the blouse that got bunched there by her and Dan. She helped my wife sit upright and slipped the blouse over her head, leaving her naked from the waist up; her tits seemed to glow in the subdued light; her nipples visibly engorged as her chest rose and fell with her deep breaths.
I looked over at Dan and Ron sitting opposite the women. They were both stroking the stiff bulges through their pants. For that matter, so was I. Karol proceeded to kiss my wife’s breasts as she ran he hand down to the snap at the waistband of my wife’s jeans.
I heard it open with just a slight pop and then heard the zipper. Karol kneeled between my wife’s wide spread thighs and moved her face lower over my wife’s stomach, kissing and licking what seemed like every rib. Every kiss seemed to elicit a quiet moan from my wife. Karol stopped her kissing and looked up at my wife’ face.
Her head was against the back of the couch her eyes seemed to be half closed. She raised her head and smiled down at Karol and the raised her hips. Karol got the message. She grasped the waistband of my wife’s jeans and pulled and tugged until the jeans slipped down over her hips and ass and bunched at her knees. I heard a quiet gasp from either Ron or Dan. I looked over at them and they both had a firm grip on their own dicks.
Karol diligently worked the jeans off of my wife, even leaving her shoes on. She kneeled back staring at the obvious camel toe made by my wife’s sheer panties; the camel toe made all that more obvious by the dampness in her crotch gusset.
Ron apparently was rung out of patience. He stepped over behind Karol couch and gently pulled to her feet. Karol gasped in surprise while my wife moaned in disappointment. Ron tugged at her blouse until Karol raised her arms as Ron pulled her blouse over her head. I couldn’t see much with both Karol’s and Ron’s back to me.
I saw Karol lean back against him and then I saw his hands cover and massage her bra-less ‘A’ cup tits. I saw my wife watching them with rapt attention as she lay back naked except for her sheer damp panties. Her plump pussy lips looked positively delicious.
Apparently I wasn’t the only one who thought so. Karol tried to drop back to her knees; her eyes on the wet cunt framed by firm smooth thighs in front of her; her intent obvious, but Ron held her up even as he kneeled behind her. He reached around to the front of her slacks and manipulated something and the next thing I saw was her rounded pale ass cheeks with a thong separating them.
Ron kneeled and buried his face in that crevice between the half moons while he worked her slacks down and then off of her. The tableau of my wife and Karol, both naked to but for their skimpy panties; my wife’s tits and barely covered cunt and Karol’s tits and ass on display was almost too much to bear. Karol finally turned around against Ron’s token resistance and pushed his head away. She led my wife from the couch, across the room to expansive bed. She seemed to take her the long way around, apparently to show her off to us. I was mesmerized by the way the high heels on my wife made her ass with just the thong swing and sway like the first class slut she was turning into. Her tits swayed like ripe fruit in a breeze. I heard Ron make a comment about her ass as well.
Karol sat on the bed and said to all of us how delicious my wife looked. Karol held her hand and pulled my wife down beside her. To my surprise, my wife leaned to Karol, kissed her and pushed her back on the bed. My wife rolled on top of her; their kiss becoming more intense; my wife was swirling her tits against Karol’s. Their heads moved back and forth as I watched, even occasionally seeing their tongues dueling with each other.
I watched them as Karol’s thigh worked its way between my wife’s until it was pressing against her pussy. She started to grind her pussy against that thigh and broke their kiss.
Karol broke their kiss. She pushed my wife up and away. She said to my wife that she wanted to see it. My wife asked what. Karol responded that she wanted to watch her husband fuck those sweet tits. Dan must have heard her because I saw him stand immediately and strip out of his shirt, pants and boxer shorts as quick as his hardon would allow.
Karol knew exactly what he needed. She directed him to one of the end tables by the nearest couch. She told him to get a tube of ‘the lube’. Dan returned and stood by the bed, between the two women sitting. Karol looked at my wife. My wife told Dan to lie down on his back. Karol took the tube of lube, squeezed out a generous amount into her palm and proceeded to spread it over my wife’s breasts, paying special attention to her cleavage and the inner slopes.
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