The sex has never been better! Since involving my wife in my fun with the rest of her family, our sex life has really gone to the next level. Lori (my wife) still doesn't know everything (like, she doesn't know I fucked her mom!), but she does know a lot. And now, she will do absolutely anything to please me, because it pleases her, too.
Recently, she gave my friend Ted a great blow job at my promotion party while I watched, and it was a huge turn-on for both of us. Since then, Ted has been calling and e-mailing Lori, asking for a repeat. Well, 'begging' would be a more accurate term. She'd let me listen in to their phone conversations, and we would work together to send answers to his e-mails.
The most fun was "Instant Messaging." We'd say that I wasn't home, giving Ted a green light to say anything he wanted to. Like..... "Lori, you have the absolute BEST mouth I've ever cum in!" And.... "I just LOVE your legs in those sexy, sheer pantyhose.... do you ever wear stockings?"
Of course, Lori plays right up to his little hints. "Yes Ted, I have a black garter belt - the old-fashioned kind with six wide garter tabs - not the delicate little things at Victoria's Secret, and the longest, sheerest stockings - the kind with the reinforced heel and toe, and they go all the way up, almost to my pussy lips!
Finally, with my approval, she agreed to another session with him. He wanted her to meet him at a motel, but she nixxed that, instead talking him into drinks and dancing on a night I was "busy". A few nights later,
I helped her dress for the evening. We chose a knee-length dress with a full skirt, kind of low cut in front, no bra, her sexy black garter belt, sheerest opera-length RHT stockings, and black, patent leather 4" stiletto heels, her highest. A black thong completed the outfit, but she promised that it wouldn't be on very long!
I kissed her goodbye, stroking her nylon clad legs in the process. She promised to call me via cel-phone as soon as she had an idea where they would end up. I got dressed also, and headed for the city about 40 miles away, where I knew they would go, so no one would see them.
As I ate dinner in a little cafe, my cel-phone rang. "Honey, it's me." (I already knew that-caller ID!) We're at "The Flamingo," and we're sitting close to the fountain - you can watch from the alcove by the dance floor - okay?" "Okay, Babe - how are things going?" I asked as I paid my bill.
"Wow! Is all I can say, Honey. Ted is all over me! My thong was gone before we got to dinner, and he's been finger-fucking me at every opportunity!" My dick was rock hard as I slid into my truck. "What else?" I probed.
"Well, he absolutely LOVES my stockings - can't get enough of them! Honey, I already gave him head - I hope you aren't mad...."
"No, I'm not. Did you swallow?" I asked.
"Yeah.... I did. He came a lot, too. Please don't be mad.... I know I was supposed to wait 'til you could watch, but he was crazy with lust, and...."
"Honey, don't worry about it. I'll let you make it up to me, okay?"
"Okay! How about if I let you eat Ted's cum from my pus.... gotta go, he's coming. Bye!" I was driving like a maniac to get to the Flamingo, a few miles away. I pulled into the parking lot, parking my truck next to my wife's SUV towards the rear of the crowded lot. I counted on my wife being able to distract Ted enough so he wouldn't notice it.