(This is a story about my fifty year old plus wife as told by me her sixty year olf plus husband.)
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My child Bride's new attitude to become more of a hot wife, slut or whatever it is she has finally become willing to be. It's all-good as far as I'm as I'm concerned. I love it when she lets herself go and enjoys a more erotic lifestyle. Her willingness to go play based on my whims, fantasies and desires is really creating a wonderful new life for us. Her being more submissive is just very close to being in heaven, I think. Anyway let us get on with her next adventure.
A slow Sunday the ball games were of no interest to either of us and my darling Child Bride (CB) came into the TV room wearing semi see through top over her half bra, a very short mini skirt and fairly high heels. "OK, just what do you have on your mind?" I ask as I scan her from head to toe. Taking in her very erotic look.
"I was just feeling antsy and thought I might go visit our friend and his wife for a while." She says, asks in a coy manner.
"First off what do you have on under that almost skirt?" I ask.
She, without a word, lifts up the hem of her very, very short skirt. This reveals beautifully shaved pussy that already appears to be getting moist just talking about going over to my friend's house. "What do you think?"
"I think you are being very much the slut that I love." I respond. "But you know my friend's wife doesn't know about you and him on the mountain."
"Yeah, I've felt kind of bad about that for quite some time. So, I thought I would go visit them and see if me giving myself to them might make her willing to play also." She suggests.
"Hmm, what do you mean "give yourself to them?" I ask.
"Oh stop it! You know you love it when I become a submissive with other people." She fusses at me.
"OK, ok. Just wanted to make sure that was what you had in mind."
"I know his wife has no clue and I'm not sure I will be able to get her to be willing to play. But I really want to try. What do you think.?" she asks really wanting my input.
"I think it would be absolutely wonderful if you can talk her into getting sexual with you, my friend or both of you. I'm just not sure you can talk her into something like that." I reply.
"Well," she responds, "what I thought I would do is tell them I really needed them to take some erotic pics of me for your Christmas present. Think that might work?" "Sounds like a plan to me."
"Ok, I'm on my way then. Wish me luck." You say as you glide out the door with our digital camera swinging off your wrist.
You let your mind wander to how you are going to talk my friend's wife into being willing to get into what you are attempting. Knowing the way you are dress is everything my friend needs to be willing to play but his wife can be very reserved at times. You pull into their driveway and the nervousness creates an anxiety knot in your stomach. You are not sure whether it is there because of the fun you are getting ready to have or because of your fear of not getting his wife to cooperate.
Checking your makeup in the rearview mirror, you notice my friend has come outside and is walking down the drive, behind you to your left. Brainstorm! You quickly open the door and a put your left foot on the pavement while turning to face him as he approaches. The huge smile on his face lets you know without a doubt your exit from the car is having the desired affect. You meet his eye for a second smiling before he reverts his eyes back to you rapidly moistening twat. Holding the pose until he reaches out his hand to help you out of the car. You again smile into his eyes, accept his offered hand, spread your arms out for a hug and wrap your arms around his neck. He does not hesitate. Reaching around your body under your arms he pulls you to him. As we had discussed in our many talks about how a slut hugs, the first part of your body to touch him was you cunt mound. You stand on your tiptoes so you mound strikes an already hardening cock that he pushes out to meet your erotic attitude.
"Oh my", you say " is that for me?"
Embarrassed he smiles and says, "Without a doubt." Since your back is still toward the open car door he knows he can take some liberties. His hands move down your back over your ass to the bottom of your skirt. Trying hard not be obvious, he gently pulls the back hem of your mini-skirt up with his wrists as he grasps you naked ass. Pulling you harder into his hard cock, you give yourself to the moment. Letting your legs open and pushing even harder into his thrusting cock you moan with pleasure. Becoming aware this was rapidly becoming more than either of you were willing to share with his neighbors. Also very aware his wife was in the house and may look to see what is taking the two of you so long. You slide your left hand away from his neck and let it slide down his body until you can move your hand between the two of you and gently begin to caress his throbbing cock. He flinches but does not pull away. You giggle and whisper in his ear, "Maybe later, Rocky."
"Rocky?"
"Yes it seems that cock is rock hard to me?"
"Hard enough to cut diamonds!"
"I hope before I leave your house I can take care of it for you."
"What a wonderful thought, but with WifiePoo at home it is not likely we will have the time or opportunity to do more than hug here in the street." He says sadly pulling away from the hug.
"Well, with any luck and my ability to talk my way into things maybe we can create the time and opportunity."
"What?"
You explain the reason you are here visiting he and his wife was to ask for a very special favor. His inquisitive expression reflects total confusion. You just smile, straighten your clothes, take his hand and begin to walk up the drive to the front door.
He becomes anxious and asks, "Be very careful now. Don't do or say anything that would make her suspicious. I absolutely loved fucking you when we went on that hike up the mountain in Colorado, but she would divorce me if she found out."
You assured him there would be nothing to worry about. Noticing the front of his trousers sticking out like a tent, as he fumbles with the key to the front door you reach around and again give his cock a firm feel, moving your hand up and down in a jacking motion. The keys fall from his hand but he makes no move to kneel down to pick them up. Laughing, with one final squeezing jack of your hand you lean over and stick your tongue in his ear. He jumps back, saying, "Oh my god, stop. I can't stand much more."
You giggle and say, "Poor baby. Need for me to suck that diamond cutter dry again?"
Shaking his head, he squats to pick up the dropped keys. Again, being the devil slut you are becoming, wait for him to squat down to have his head level with you cunt. You grab the bottom of your mini-skirt, call his name and when he looks you raise the hem. This puts your now moist cunt just inches from his face. He freezes, eyes as big as saucers, he is unable to say or do anything but stare.
"Would you be a sweetie and suck all the juice off my twat so it does not soak thru my skirt?"
Without a word he leans over and begins to suck, or should I say lick and slurps your pussy lips as best he can. After a couple of seconds you pull away, drop you skirt and say, "Thank you, kind Sir."
Again without a word, he stands up and again tries to get the keys into the keyhole. Finally he succeeds and opens the door for you to enter. As you walk by him to enter the door you allow your hand to rub again against his throbbing cock. Again he moans and pleads, "Please be careful."
