"Hey, Babe. How did it go?" I looked up from my laptop, greeting my wife as she entered the house behind the kids. They had spent most of the day helping out at her parent's yard sale while I got some work done in a quieter house.
"Great, actually. The kids made around forty dollars each selling their old toys, paintings and lemonade," she replied. Gathering up what the kids had left strewn about the entrance to the house, she added, "Paul's kids too."
Getting up to help, I mused, "Oh, that's right. Paul was going to bring the kids by to help. Sounds like they had fun."
Kathy looked at me with a mischievous smirk. She looked gorgeous in her wine-red summer dress. It hugged her five-foot three frame, enhancing the feminine appeal of her breasts, hips, and ass, with an air of playfulness. Her long brown curls cascaded over her shoulders, the colors working together to compliment her full red lips and sexy golden-brown eyes. "Oh yes, we all did," she said, placing a meaningful emphasis on the word 'all.'
"Oh?"
Knowing my wife as I do, I was confused. On occasion, we had fooled around with Paul and his wife Cathy. Her demeanor suggested she had gotten up to some sort of flirtatious fun. What I couldn't see was how, given she had been surrounded by the kids and her parents all day.
Laughing lightly at my perplexed expression she said, "haven't you checked your messages?"
Shaking my head 'no,' I went to my bedside table, picking up my phone. One of our rules was we had to inform each other if we were playing with others.
"I, uh, was busy working. I haven't checked my phone."
Sure enough, there were missed messages from both my wife and my best friend. I was grateful that both of them had upheld our rules. Being open and honest was the most important factor in maintaining trust and respect, especially when we were fooling around with each other's spouse.
Looking up at her abruptly, I stammered, "How? I mean when? Uh, what did you...?" Arousal and a touch of concern flooded through me as I imagined the possibilities.
Locking the bedroom door behind her, Kathy giggled. "Shh... read the messages." She crawled up on our bed seductively. Her thin cotton dress drooped down, allowing me to gaze at the soft flesh of her cleavage as she prowled up to me. My manhood stirred in my shorts as I lingered upon the delicious sight. Tearing my eyes away, I opened the messages on my phone.
At first, the messages were all about the sale, pictures of the kids, selling lemonade and riding on the lawnmower. Then came the more suggestive, "I've got that itch, Babe. Think Paul is 'up' for scratching it?" followed by kitty cat, peach, eggplant and water spray emojis. Much later, her next and most recent message read, "I've been a bad girl, can't wait for you to punish me."
Blood thundered in my ears as I read her last two messages. "What...?" I began.
Looking up at me and glancing at my phone, she nuzzled her cheek against the tent growing in my shorts. "Keep looking," she whispered, her hot breath causing my erection to stiffen and twitch.
I thumbed over to Paul's messages. His first was, "Kathy's in the mood, Bro." Next came a picture of her bent over in the woods with her dress flipped up displaying the white thong that barely covered her shaved pussy. She was peering over her shoulder with an enticing smile. Paul's caption read, "Hot damn!"
"You and Paul went off onto the trail, eh?"
Nodding, my wife bit at the waist of my shorts, pulling them down. My cock slapped her against the cheek as it sprang free. A low purr emanated from her as she continued nuzzling at it with her lips and cheek. The vibrations of her voice stimulating my manhood further.
"Paul had mentioned that he hadn't seen the place since high school, so my mom told me to show him the work my dad had done to the trail."
"That's how you got away."
"Mmm, yeah," she mewed softly, kissing my rigid length gently. "Mom had no clue she was sending me off to fuck around. Am I a bad girl?" At that, she licked at the glans of my engorged cock head.
Shuddering at the delightful sensation of her tongue tickling my cock, I moaned out, "very fucking bad." Silently, I watched her work, all the while my mind warred with my libido over the risk of what she had done. I love it when Kathy gets slutty, but at her parent's place?
"Have you seen all he sent?" she asked, her hot breath warming my cock.
Flipping to Paul's next message, I was treated to sight of my wife licking the length of his cock, grinning and winking at the camera. His caption read, "Can't say no to that."
"No, you can't, who could?" I thought to myself, moving on to the next message. The picture displayed Kathy bending against a tree away from the camera, dress hiked around her waist, thong pulled aside. Paul's engorged dick shone with her juices, just parting her obviously moist folds. It was followed by three more pictures of his cock sliding into my wife's soaking fuck hole at varying depths.
Suckling and licking at the head of my cock, she moaned softly, waiting for me to finish with the messages. Her body swayed on all fours before me, granting the impression of her pushing back against a phantom lover, slowly fucking her from behind. "You're thinking about Paul drilling you against that tree. Aren't you?"
"Mmmmugh!" she groaned, movements growing more animated as she bobbed her head upon my throbbing meat.
Reluctantly taking my attention away from her, I studied the pictures of her sexy rear getting plowed from behind. Paul's left hand gripped at Kathy's thigh as he slid his meat into her. Switching back and forth between the pictures created the effect of a flipbook. His cock slowly sinking into her and slowly withdrawing. In my mind's eye, I could see the full fluid motion. How her delicious cunt lips would part, hugging at the shaft pumping away at her intimate depths, gripping it needily every time he pulled back.
After dwelling upon those images for a time, I progressed to the last one Paul sent. It focused on Kathy, eagerly sucking on Paul's cum covered cock. The final caption said, "Bro, she is amazing!"
I couldn't help but agree with him. Although, a part of me raged jealously, even though I knew I had stolen similar rendezvous with his beautiful bride on several occasions.
In all honestly, I couldn't blame him for the risky encounter. I couldn't definitively say whether I could say no to his lovely wife enticing me in a similar situation. My concern lay with the judgment of the woman presently slurping on my stiff endowment. Hypothetically, I could understand how the danger of the situation made things more exciting, but the reality of a worse outcome? That was one hell of a gamble.
Tossing my phone onto the bedside table, I grasped her by the hair, pulling her off my cock. Kathy gasped, titillated at being handled roughly. I yanked her head to face me at an awkward angle. Hissing through my teeth, "you fucking slut," I pulled up her dress, exposing her adulterous rear.
"Yes!" Kathy breathed, eyes glazed, enraptured by the prospect of being at my mercy. Inhaling deeply to maintain control, I brought my hand to bear upon the supple flesh of her derriere with a measure of fury she hadn't experienced before. "Oh, ho, fuck," she wheezed, eyes wide with shock, excitement, and a tinge of fear. She focused on my eyes, realization dawning that she may have taken things too far. "I.." she began.
"Shut it," I commanded, giving her hair a tug. She moved to settle on the bed. "Stay on all fours, hold that pose, don't fucking move." With a bare whimper, she righted herself, trembling as she anticipated my next move.
Looking down at her now rose-colored ass cheek, I slipped my fingers into the band of her thong and ripped the delicate fabric from her body. "Fuugh," she choked out involuntarily. She grit her teeth, inhaling deeply, working to control herself and hold still. Upon quick inspection of the torn cloth, I saw they were clean. Apparently, Paul had finished in her mouth, as his picture suggested. I tossed the tattered cloth onto the bed.
Now revealed, Kathy's pussy betrayed a deep state of arousal. The labia were fully pronounced, framing the glistening hole of her sex invitingly. They promised to lovingly caress the shaft of whomever was lucky enough to invade her moist environs, which shone with her lubricating fluids.
"Slut, can't wait for cock, can you?"
"No," she answered huskily.
