At Christmas time my wife and I have an understanding, a rule. It's a simple one, she concentrates on the buying of gifts for family and friends (a task of which I have no imagination whilst she has no problem with finding an excuse to spend money). In return for me not interfering with suggestions of what to buy, I deal with sending out the Christmas cards to a slightly longer list of people.
My only involvement with the gift process is to give a hand with the wrapping (she's hopeless using sticky tape and paper) and her contribution with my task is to advise me of some addresses of the select folks who have made it onto this year's card list. It's a scheme that has worked very well for a number of years now.
I like going through that list for it is a reminder of the events that caused whoever to become friends (family addresses, I have no problems with!) Funny thing is that writing down a particular name and address also causes me to get an erection when I recall the circumstances that led to the friendship in question.
It was soon after my wife and I got married that we got to know another couple through the gym that we joined. My wife began a Pilates class at the same time as the other girl and by default I kind of teamed up with her husband who did the same circuit of the 'instruments of torture' in the exercise suite as me. The girls supported each other in their classes; the guy assisted me with weights, that kind of thing. One thing led to another and soon we were meeting and socialising outside of the gym and discovering that we had very similar interests.. and how.
We used to get together about once or twice a week and it hadn't taken us too long to discover just how aligned our interests were and that all four of us had ideally matched sexual tendencies. I don't recall how we ever got onto the subject, I guess it must have been at some drunken party or such, but we confessed to each other that the other wife and I were 'closet voyeurs' who would be quite happy to watch our spouses in action whilst both my wife and the other guy claimed to be 'exhibitionists', which perfectly complemented our voyeurism, and they would be willing to perform intercourse right in front of us.
Wow, some confession and thereafter our friendship was cemented when we got together for us to explore what we liked doing.
As I wrote their Christmas card all I could see in my mind was how we used to watch them so close up we could smell their sex and hear their stroking; sometimes touching each other during their orgasms so we could feel them cum on each other. Grief, no wonder my writing on the envelope looks so shaky!
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We started swapping one summer evening after dinner and a few bottles of wine at our house. After dinner we decided to play the parlour game of 'Truth or Dare'. On a spur of the moment a challenge was made, a dare, that our spouses have a quickie with each other. I was surprised when after losing the bet my wife with no hesitation hiked up her sundress and layed on the floor. I'll never forget how she nervously looked over at me and said, almost as if she was trying to convince herself, "It's no big deal, really".
My now best friend dropped his shorts and knelt in front of her and with his erect cock bobbing and with my wife's sundress pulled up to show see she wasn't wearing panties, she spread her legs and guided him inside.
I'd like to claim it was embarrassing when they first started but we soon abandoned that feeling for as he worked his way inside her an intense sexual thrill overcame all four of us.
His wife, a petite little lady, and I watched while sitting side-by-side on the sofa with the two of them were on the carpet in front of us. There was nothing romantic or too personal about what we were viewing for her husband was holding himself above my wife as if he was doing press-ups in the gym. His knees were touching the floor but he was holding himself up above her upper body, looking down at her chest, concentrating. My wife could also have been in the gym doing pelvic floor exercising, she just lay on her back and held her legs apart so he could cum in her pussy with as little body contact as possible. No kissing, no laying on top of her, no lovemaking, no fucking. Nothing intimate, he just mechanically fucked her and ejaculated.
It must have taken all of 20 deep strokes to make himself cum; about 90 seconds worth of gentle, half-shaft deep in and out strokes. From the sofa we saw my wife flinch when his first spurt shot up her. We could actually see the exposed length of his shaft heave and jolt when he started shooting. Her reaction was to spread her legs even further when she felt him let go, quickly tilting her pussy upwards and offering herself up to him. He responded by pushing himself all the way up inside her and right before our eyes he ground himself balls deep in her until he finished ejaculating. Start to finish, the entire process took less than 3 or 4 minutes.
His wife and I had watched them in stunned silence. We didn't say anything to each other but from the body language I felt from the way she was squirming alongside me, it was clear that we silently shared the thought that the sight was thrilling beyond our wildest dreams!
He got up and pulled his shorts back up, I was so transfixed at what had just happened my focus didn't move and I continued staring at my wife laying there in some kind of daze. I heard the sound of the front door close and realized that they had left the house straightaway without a word being said. That was the signal that jerked me out of having my fantasy partially fulfilled, I got up, dropped my pants.
My sexually dazed wife never got up off the floor. Within a minute after the door had closed I was inside her and fulfilling the rest of my fantasy of having seconds after she had been fucked by another man.
It was glorious, the best fuck I have ever had, her pussy was amazingly slippery, noticeably saturated with warm nectar. When I thrust myself all the way up inside her we could literally feel her vagina fill up with a flood of his warm, thick semen rising up and surrounding the entire length of my shaft. It felt like her insides had been generously lubricated just for my benefit because there was hardly any friction. I told her how sexy she looked with another man's cock in her; she told me how she could feel the head of his cock swell up and get bigger right before he started ejaculating.
We were face to face, two missionaries hissing dirty talk, while I thrust my cock into the residue of his orgasm. As we fucked, his cum moved around inside her we could hear the squishing noises and each thrust when I slid in and out of her caused his semen to overflow out of her pussy and flood down onto the carpet. She kept talking all the time, telling me how big he felt and she could feel his cum shoot out and fill her pussy. Her talking turned to squeals when she felt me add my own ejaculation.
Our fuck was wet and messy and sloppy seconds was driving both of us insane with lust. I pulled out and with my cock still spurting and dribbling over her gaping pussy I was so turned on that I didn't hesitate to go down on her and suck on her spunk-filled cunt. She had yet another orgasm from my licking and afterwards she remained as turned on as I when I kissed her with a mouthful of its contents!
I pulled her to her feet and still both hyper-aroused we went to bed and continued to have wickedly powerful orgasms throughout that night.
