Well that time they did not see my wife totally nude,............but all got a perfect view of her well manicured minge, professionally and faithfully done by yours truly...........Four of us decided to go canoeing right after a three inch rain. It was going to be all business. Everyone wearing a life jacket. No alcohol in the canoes. No wacky tobacco. This was going to test our skills. We did decide to have the women rendevouz at appropriate bridges and toss us down a beer and a sandwich. My beloved HotWife planned a delicious dessert. A perfectly framed live picture of her tight little pussy.
One of the fellows had seen it lying at the foot of a lndianapolis hotel bed. Passed out from alcohol and lust. My beloved's pussy lay exposed, a nice trickle of semen oozing through her labia, making way for droplets to begin falling to the crack of her ass. My best friend had caught sight of her lovely little woman parts a few occasions when he heard me chuckle. The time he helped us move, and his wife was to follow the next day he had a sizable amount of alcohol and began complaining of his wife's fear of ever having her mouth near her husband's male member. My Lover listened intently. Sympathetically. When we all retired to bed, she first gave me a concerned look. Then a mischievous grin. She half-heartedly pulled a bathrobe on her nude body. She did not bother with tying the sash. Her 110 lb frame, barefoot, made little noise as she passed through the living room and over to the guest room. The one occupied by my lifelong best friend. The long-suffering man trying to survive a marriage with no fellatio.
The voyeur in me had to see the moment of truth. The moment my sensual Lover engulfed his phalanx with her soft mouth and wet tongue. I peered over her now naked shoulder as the bathrobe had been discarded at the entrance to the guest quarters. She indeed had his uncircumcised organ in her hands as she fed it into her mouth. Soft for now, but l had faith. It rarely took but a few seconds of manipulation of my exquisite fellatrix' hands, lips, mouth, and tongue to engorge my own manhood.
I heard him say, "Not now. ...Maybe sometime when Bill isn't here."
My Love had his cock cradled in her hands and was tongueing and licking and pulling his foreskin back to lick the sensitive penis head, and he was telling her, "Not Now" ?????????????
I would like to say l too, would have the willpower and resolve to also shun his beautiful nude wife away as well if the shoe would have been on the other foot. I can not lie. I would have met her approach with a thundering hardon, followed by a total lack of conscience whatsoever.
The youngest of our canoeing enthusiasts was my good friend's youngest brother. He was in for one of those pivotal moments in manhood. He was about to peer upward in order to catch a can of beer and a aluminum foil wrapped sandwich, only to see the prettiest, tightest, pussy he will ever witness in his life.
The photos will give the reader an idea of the scene.
The very next day the sexiest woman in the universe received a dozen roses delivered on behalf of my best friend's quite enamored youngest brother. In everlasting gratitude for Her, just being Her.