My Answer Is Yes

My wife came walking out of the detached garage side door. She had a wicked looking grin on her face. Her sun dress swayed as her hips made it move only the way she could. She left the door open, but I am sure I was the only one to notice. She made that dress move the way half of our guests wanted it to move. She had a rocking body and could draw a small crowd by wearing anything she wanted. Today, for the 4th of July block party, she wore a white sun dress. She wore no bra, and was not worried one bit about how it looked, felt, or what anyone else was thinking.

Her nipples were hard, and poking through the fabric of the dress. All too often she would wear a lace bra with a sun dress (she had so many) so it was hard to see her nipples, but the dresses were cut low enough that she would show plenty of cleavage to make up for the "disappointment" of no nipples. The lace material would peek over the rim, and let the viewer know she was aware they would be looking.

Today, she provided ALL of us with a fantastic view of everything that was legal to show, plus a little more.

She brushed through the crowd of about 25-30 people from our block. She walked up to me and pulled my ear to her face.

"Remember our conversation we had a few months ago about some of our neighbors and how they were more friendly than others?" she asked with a husky dry tone to her voice.

I nodded, "Yes, I remember."

She continued, "Remember what you asked me at the end of that conversation?"

My heart skipped a beat and I nearly dropped my drink.

She pulled away from my ear to look me in the eyes. She wanted to see my face.

Again I nodded, but she had rendered me speechless.

"My answer is YES." my wife hissed in a low tone, without breaking eye contact.

She smiled a devilish smile as she looked up at me with her huge brown eyes.

My mouth dropped open, and she moved in to French Kiss me in front of everyone there.

I could taste the semen on her tongue. She held my head in her hand and pulled my face in closer to hers, forcing me to embrace the unique flavor that was foreign to us both. Forcing me to savor it with her. Forcing me to recognize who was in control, who was calling the shots, and who was going to embrace her new freedoms no matter what.

My mind raced at 300 miles per hour.

She pulled away from me, giving me a small peck on the lower lip.

"Thank you." she whispered as her fingers trailed across my cheek.

I looked up and the garage door was now closed.

I was in a little bit of shock, but then I remembered the ENTIRE conversation. I looked around the crowd and all eyes were on HER.

I returned to the grill, and my drink.

I watched as a few other guys struck up the usual boring conversations, and most tried to hide the fact that they were eye-fucking my wife.

I had to chuckle to myself. I never thought this would happen.

I had read a few erotic stories one time when I was away on a business trip. The topic of cuckolding got into my head and it never got out.

A few months ago, Karen (my wife) had mentioned how everyone in the neighborhood was so nice to her and always offered to help her with bags, packages, and boxes. She had made the mistake of mentioning this at a block meeting one Wednesday night and it made a lot of the other wives mad.

We had talked about that off and on and I told Karen if she ever wanted to act on any of those impulses, she had my blessing providing she was honest about it and truthful with me.

This upset her, and upset our relationship. I had to prove to her that I was not a pervert with extreme ideas. This took a LOT of time, but I finally got over that hump.

Things never were exactly the same. We avoided the topic of sex, and the act of love making for weeks.

A few weeks ago, SHE brought it up again.

Two of the college boys that live on our block had stopped by as asked if they could mow our yard. At first, Karen said no, but then she remembered how she felt "shunned" by one of their Mothers, so she told them yes, as a way to rub it in the Mom's face.

She told me the entire story when I got home.

"At first, I said no, but then I remembered that cunt Lynn and her nasty comments about me, so I said yes. But that wasn't good enough. I went inside and got those cut off jeans you like so much, and a hot pink bikini top. I put that on, and then pretended to week the flower bed."

Karen smiled when she told me this story.

"Jerry drove the mower into traffic, tires squealing, horns blaring, and it caused a bit of a scene.

Albert was so distracted that he ran the string trimmer into his foot several times.

I got them to rake the yard, trim the hedges, sweep the walk, sweep the driveway and take out our trash."

Karen was laughing when she told me how she paid them $20 and they could not get away fast enough. "Jerry had a hard on when they finished." Karen laughed as she told me.

"Do you think he ran home to beat off?" I joked.

Karen looked at me and stopped laughing. This was the first sex joke either of us had blurted out since the "talk".

"No. I don't think he ran home to beat off." Karen said very sure of herself.

Then Karen looked at me and smiled. "I KNOW he ran home to BEAT OFF."

We both laughed about it.

So here we were, a few weeks later. The boys had mowed the yard 3 times since Memorial Day, and every time Karen made sure to put on a little bit of a show for them. It was amazing what a bikini could do to a couple of college boys.

The third time they showed up, Karen wore a skirt, and a low cut top. They could not keep their eyes in their heads. Karen never asked, but they always agave our yard the full treatment and Karen always paid the lowest price possible. Every time she wore a skimpy outfit, showed a lot of skin and they were more than happy to do all that she asked.

"If you laid out topless I bet they would clean the gutters." I joked.

Karen replied, "I already thought of that. I am looking for a thong bikini on line, just to see how far I can take this."

At the party, Karen circulated in the crowd and I talked to random neighbors. I tried to keep an eye on her, but it just wasn't possible.

Before the party started, Karen had flashed me in the kitchen. She was wearing a red thong under her white sun dress. Even the untrained eye could see her thong through the dress. Which was just how Karen liked to dress.

After she had kissed me, I could not make out the red color I noticed so easily before.

Before the scene on our deck where Karen French Kissed me, she had taken Phil into the garage to help her get some ice.

Phil was a single guy who had widowed a few years before. His wife had cancer and rather than die a slow and miserable (expensive) death, she told Phil she wanted to go sky diving. She had never been before. She waited to pull the cord a few hundred feet after it was too late. Valerie was a no nonsense kind of gal that grew up on a ranch in Wyoming. She and Phil met in college and she never had eyes for anyone else.

Valerie used our computer to research sky diving, so if the insurance company ever decided to rule it a suicide, they would have a hard time proving Valerie ever planned anything. She was upset with her health insurance, upset about the cancer, and upset that she was going to be cut short on living life. She decided she was going out on HER terms.

Karen was there for her right up until the very end. Phil was by her side always. They were both athletes in college, so they were always in shape.

Two days after the fall, Karen got a letter in the mail from Valerie. It explained everything, gave the life insurance account numbers and told Phil all that he needed to know to make the claims, funeral arrangements, and asset distributions.

Karen and Phil had a good friendship because of it.

After this July 4th, Karen and Phil had an exceptional friendship.

Karen had "caught" Phil looking over the fence, in our driveway and down her shirt more than just a few times. If it were anyone else, she would have been less flattered. Because Phil and Valerie were together, Karen always took Phil's peeking as a compliment to her because of the way Valerie took care of her body.

Then I told Karen that she could act on any of the impulses she wanted to, and that was pretty much the same thing as giving Phil permission too.

Karen saw Phil was a "safe" playmate after her mind was made up.

Karen asked him to go out to the garage to help her with some ice, and once they got out there, she closed the door behind them, pushed Phil between our cars, unbuttoned his shorts, yanked them down and took his cock into her mouth.

Before Phil could protest (on the moral grounds of this act) Karen could feel the blood rushing in to his shaft, and she liked the way his cock felt in her mouth as it got harder and longer.

Without a single word, Karen bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, swirling her tongue under the head, and pulling his ass into her face with one hand, and stroking the shaft with her free hand. It was exciting and intoxicating for Karen to have a strange cock in her mouth, and taking such a risk at our party added to the excitement.

Karen could feel her pussy getting super moist. Phil was really worked up and Karen wanted him to shoot his load down her throat. She wanted to fuck Phil, and fuck him in a way that he would never forget her, but she wanted him in a setting where she would not have to rush, or remain guarded.

Karen was careful NOT to drop to her knees on the dirty floor. She bobbed up and down, never letting up. Phil kept telling her how wonderful her mouth felt and every time she swirled her tongue, Phil would groan with deep satisfaction. Within a few quick minutes, Phil groaned out loud and Karen knew what was about to happen. She took Phil's entire shaft into her mouth as he exploded on her tonsils, and all over the back side of her mouth. She felt his balls jump as his shaft twitched inside of her mouth. She gulped down his enormous thick and salty load. The sensation of getting a man off with just your mouth was something that Karen lived for, and enjoyed immensely.

Karen slid her lips up and down the length of his shaft, slowly and softly as Phil finished in a few smaller spurts. His muscular thighs twitched with her every move. Karen had her eyes closed the whole time, and she savored the feel of another man's cock in her mouth. She relished the idea of getting him off so quickly, and she enjoyed the fact that I supported her doing it.

Karen looked up at Phil with his cock in her mouth and Phil looked down at her. She was a sight to behold, and now, they had bonded at a deeper level than Phil ever thought possible.

The ONLY thing better (to Karen) was the fact that 90% of all the uptight wives on our block would have eaten HER pussy just to watch Phil get his dick sucked. The fact that it was Karen sucking Phil's cock would irritate all of those bitches to no end, and Karen beamed with pride as Phil's semen swam for her stomach.

It seemed all the wives wanted to fuck Phil and today, ALL of them were pushed a step further away from living out their petty little dream of having it happen. The fact that they had another reason to hate Karen was just a bonus to her.

Karen wrapped her thumb and finger around the base of Phil's shaft and milked a few drops out of his cock. She kept those drops on her lips. Phil shuttered with her treatment of his cock, and moaned with satisfaction. Karen kissed the head of Phil's cock, flicking her tongue against the bottom side. This made Phil squirm a bit. She smiled at herself and then whispered in a voice that only her and Phil could hear, "I will see you later my new best friend."

She let go of Phil's cock and stood up.

The astonished look on Phil's face demanded an explanation.

Karen looked at Phil. "Bradly wants me to cuckold him. Do you know what that means?"

Phil nodded yes. "This is a huge surprise." he said.

Karen smiled. She reached up under her dress and pulled her panties down. She carefully stepped out of them. She held them up to Phil's face. "This is what you do to me."

Phil took her red thong panties in his hand and held them up to his nose. He drew in a deep breath. "Oh my God. I want to taste you." Phil said.

Karen smiled at Phil. "Tonight, for sure."

"You are going to make me wait?" Phil asked.

Karen looked at him. "Its still new to me, and right now, its not the place OR the time."

Phil looked at Karen. Her reasoning washed over him and he knew she was right. "Besides," Karen continued, "I am a bit of a squirter. With the right conditions, it gets messy."

Phil's jaw dropped open. Karen smiled at him. "Until tonight big guy."

Karen straightened her dress, checked her lipstick in the reflection of the car window and used a shop towel to wipe the smears away before she walked out of the garage.

"What about the ice?" Phil asked.

Karen looked over her shoulder, "Should be some in the fridge, bring it out and put it in the white cooler as soon as you can walk away."

Karen opened the door and headed towards the deck, and as she picked me out of the crowd, the devilish grin on her face grew from a smirk to an uncontrollable smile.

Karen had just stepped into the circle and the effects were noticed by me instantly. As she walked away from me, after pushing the same taste in to our mouths, I noticed more confidence in her steps, and her walk was one of purpose.

She blended into the crowd, and I saw the eyes drawn to her, as if she were a lighthouse. Men's heads turned and followed her, and it excited me more than anything else.

The rest of the afternoon, Karen flirted with other men at the party and kept to that circle of interested souls. Phil avoided me, but was beside himself with anxious excitement.

After most everyone ate, and the sun started setting, the older kids started lighting fireworks in the street.

Most everyone brought their own lawn chairs and gathered on our front lawn since we had one of the bigger lots and were situated in the cul-de-sac.

I looked around but could not find Karen at all. I did not know who to look for at this time, but would find out later on that Phil was the "pony" she had cut from the herd.

With all of the fireworks and alcohol everyone had been drinking, it was the perfect opportunity for Karen and Phil to break away from the crowd.

Karen was still wet from sucking off Phil earlier that afternoon, and from going without her panties most of the day.

She enjoyed keeping her pussy shaved completely bald, and the added wetness throughout the day had gotten her extremely worked up.

As the crowd of neighbors had moved to the front yard, Karen had found Phil and motioned for him to follow her inside.

They waited for a few minutes in the kitchen, just in case any nosey neighbors decided to follow them in. "That cunt Lynn came to mind for sure."

While they waited, they tidied up the kitchen and put away few things. One stray kid ran in needing to use the bathroom, but that was over soon enough.

Once he ran out, Karen looked at Phil and told him to go upstairs to the guest room and just wait by the door. Phil made a pass at her, and she stopped him. She looked a Phil and said, "Soon, but not here. I promise, I am worth the wait."

Phil pulled back and was disappointed, but that soon faded as Karen lifted her sun dress up and showed Phil her bald pussy.

Without another word, Phil did as he was instructed.

Karen ensured the front door was locked, then she raced up stairs.

At the top of the stairs she paused for a brief second. She checked her phone. Nothing.

She walked down the hallway and found Phil in the bedroom, standing by the bed.

Karen closed the door behind her and locked it.

She drew in a deep breath and then turned out the light.

"If you are not comfortable here, we can go to my place, or we can wait until there isn't a crowd outside." Phil said in a comforting tone.

Karen walked over to Phil and kissed him passionately. "The crowd adds to the excitement." Karen confessed.

Phil kissed her back, and they made out like horny teenagers.

Karen could feel Phil's cock getting hard against her thigh.

"I wish there was some light in here. I would LOVE to see your body." Phil confessed.

Karen smiled at the comment. "Laydown on the bed." Karen ordered Phil to lay down.

Karen peeled off her sun dress. It had been years since she was naked in front of another man like this, even if it was in the dark.

"Just a little peek, then I have to turn it right back off." Karen bargained.

Karen walked over to the light switch and flipped it on. She stepped away from the wall, turned around slowly, pausing briefly so Phil could get a decent mental image of her ass. Then she continued her turn until she faced him again.

Karen smiled at Phil, and Phil smiled right back at her. She walked over to the wall, and quickly shut the light off.

Phil slipped out of his shorts and his shirt, tossing them across the chair in the corner. Karen slowly moved onto the bed with him, and her hardened nipples rubbed against Phil's chest and shoulders. Karen could feel his stiff cock against her bare skin and it excited her.

The pair kissed passionately. Most of Karen reservations were fading quickly. Any doubts that Phil had were all but gone.

Phil rolled Karen onto her back and started sucking on her nipples. Karen's clit throbbed even harder. Ever since she had that huge cock head in her mouth, all she could think about is how it would feel on the back side of her clit. The thought of it actually made her light headed at one point in the afternoon.

Phil caressed her skin as he tenderly sucked on her nipples. Karen sighed heavily as the sensation of his touch. Completely different from her husband's. Phil was new, gentle, and (most of all) desired.

Karen pushed down on Phil's shoulders, and Phil took the hint.

Phil teased her pussy by gently kissing Karen's bald pussy lips. It made Karen moan out loud.

Phil used two fingers to gently part her pussy lips, and then he pointed his tongue and touched her clit.

A jolt of power transferred into Karen. A surge of energy she had NEVER felt with her husband made her muscles tense. Karen held Phil's head in her hands and lifted her hips into his face. Phil opened his mouth and applied more pressure against Karen's married pussy.

"OH MY GOD." Karen let out - trying to remain calm, and quiet, but still showing her enthusiasm for Phil's technique.

Phil pushed down against Karen even harder, sucking her clit in between his teeth and licking it with a widened tongue.

This simple touch made Karen grunt loudly, then scream out as her first orgasm was ignited by Phil's tongue.

Phil did not stop, and Karen had to scream into a pillow to keep from drowning out the fireworks outside.

Phil literally "drank" her orgasm as she squirted into his mouth.

Again, Phil did not let up and as he continued to lap away at Karen's married pussy, she continued to hold his head in place.

Phil enjoyed pleasing her this way. His "drive" was relentless and Karen was riding out the waves of pleasure his tongue sent through her body. Phil knew for a fact that each and every man outside of the house would have gladly traded places with him at this moment, and maybe one day they would. But for now, Phil was giving the performance of a lifetime, and Karen had the BEST seat in the house.

Karen came three more times. She was horse from screaming into the pillow, the last orgasm nearly not getting covered up.

Karen pushed him away and between the panting and the cooing, she told Phil that she was GLAD this did not happen in the garage.

Phil chuckled at her honesty.

"I am worn out." Karen confessed.