A friend and I have discussed watching our wives having intercourse with other men. We both find this experience very exhilarating. Unfortunately, for both of us, our wives will no longer engage in that activity, so we have been reliving our past as we correspond over the Internet. We have never met nor has either of us seen the other's wife. We discuss what we would do if either wife would offer herself, but we both know it will never happen. That day has passed, at least in the flesh, but not in the mind.
My wife and I are watching TV as usual. She had a hard day at school and wants me to rub her feet. She had already changed into her nightgown (a flannel, unfortunately). I rub her feet for a while, then her legs and knees (she has knee problems, as well). She is lying on the couch, with her feet in my lap. After her knees (the movie now complete and the news coming on) I change position a little to start working on her thighs. I guess you already know where I'm heading.
Soon I'm laid out on the couch between her legs and find her quite moist and ready. I work my tongue between those lips and slide it along the folds until I find her clitoris. I suck it in and she moans a little. I stiffen my tongue and start lashing it back and forth across the swelling little bundle of nerves. It isn't long before she grabs the back of my head and pulls me into her tight. Thrusting up into my face she gasps a little every now and then.
I think of my friends wife, thinking that instead of a little gasp every now and then, she would be saying things like, "Ooh, yes! That feels good. Keep it up, baby. Ooh! Yes! Yes... that feels sooo good."
Deb is beginning to thrust a little harder and quicker now, so I flatten my tongue against her clitoral area, swishing it back and forth as quickly as I can. She pulls my head in even tighter, stopping her thrusts for a moment, and then begins to shudder as she is over come by her orgasm. She tightens her thighs against my head and pushes me away, turning her whole body to the left, without saying a word.
His wife, on the other hand, pulls my head even tighter into her pussy as I eat her clit, wanting me, needing me to take her to an even higher plateau of orgasmic pleasure. I imagine her holding my head and thrusting ever harder into my mouth, crying, "Eat me, baby! Eat my pussy! I'm going to cum, honey! Ooh yes! I'm cumming... ooh yes! I'm cum... Yes! Yes! Keep licking it. Oooh... yes... yes.…" And all the while she is bucking into my face. It's hard to hold on, but I continue to whisk my tongue across her clit as her orgasm builds and builds.
My wife just lays there in the fetal position, convulsing in her own orgasmic bliss, as I try to pull her over on her back and spread her legs; but she isn't having any part of that. Instead, I mount her from the side. I work one knee between her pulled up legs and place my hands on either side of her shoulders. On her side below me, I slid my cock between her cheeks, trying to find her opening. After several failed attempts, Deb raises her upper leg, grabs my cock and directs its head to the proper position. I thrust and drive it in, to the hilt, hearing a slight gasp from my wife.
His wife is still holding my head between her legs and although she has already started coming down from her high, she is still wantonly thrusting into my face and begging me to continue. Now that her thrusts are not as violent, I take one hand and reach up to begin massaging her soft round breasts. The other hand I slide under me and up between her legs, palm up, until my chin rests in that hand. I insert my middle finger through the profusion of her juices. Reaching in as far as I can, I rub that finger back and forth across the top of her love tunnel; hoping that I'm reaching her G-spot. All the while my tongue continues to attack a very hard and considerably extended miniature cock. My finger must have found that spot, because almost immediately she is thrusting and convulsing as hard as ever. His wife is moaning and groaning and saying words that are unintelligible. I hear words like, "Yes! Yes! Oooh God! Yes! Eat me! I'm cumming, again." in between other audibles I can't understand.
I thrust into my wife, while thinking I am still eating his. I want to give more pleasure, however my wife just wants me to cum and have it over with, I guess. She is still convulsing a little as I thrust into her. However, when she allows me to enter her in the missionary position after I have eaten her to climax, her orgasms last a lot longer. She gasps a lot more and sometimes even cries. Her orgasm, although slightly diminished, seems to stay with her until I finally fill her loins with my seed. But, not tonight. Tonight I just get to thrust and meet my needs, almost alone.
I say almost alone, because I have this image of his wife that I'm still eating. She has come down from her second orgasm and is now climbing towards her third. I suck in her clit this time and while holding it between my lips I slash across its tender head with the tip of my tongue. I push my finger tighter into her box, rubbing the top of the tunnel faster and harder. Suddenly she bucks up into my face so hard I loose her clit. Coming down I find it again, but must pull my hand from her breast so I can hang on. She thrusts and thrusts into my face. Her orgasm is just as hard as her previous two, except now instead of asking for more she asks, "Oooh god!…. Fuck me!…. Please… fuck me!"
My wife's orgasm has passed and she lies there waiting for me to have mine. She's thrusting to meet my lunges, but her thrusts are there to help me get off, not to meet her own needs, not thrusts of desire.
