My wife, Riley, quit her job when the baby was born. It was important to her to be with the baby and it was important to me to make her happy. We agreed that we would tighten the belt. Cut back. You know, beans and rice for dinner. All date nights in instead of out for dinner, etc.
But it also came as no surprise to me when within a month she came to me all excited about a new moisturizer, a miracle combination hand and face cream. The only problem was that it cost sixty dollars for a jar: a tiny jar. And I was sure it was a scam.
I put my foot down. She pouted. I clearly said no. She teased me with her perfect shapely body. I detailed why we couldn't fit it in the budget. She said we could cut something else. I explained how it was a scam. She assured me it wasn't.
She pushed and pushed for days. She made extra nice, though still cheap meals. She was available to me sexually more than usual. But mostly she just wore me down.
Finally, sure we would fork out the cash then be disappointed, we made a deal. We agreed to buy it on Craigslist from some poor sap, save some cash, and since I was sure it wouldn't work there would be plenty of sellers. However, we made a bet too. If no one was selling any that would mean that it did work and we would buy some, one jar, at full price.
We sat down together at the computer. She was wearing tiny black thong underwear and a matching lacy brassiere. She said it was so I would more readily see all the places where she would not get wrinkly with the magic cream.
Cuddling up next to me she thanked me enthusiastically just for looking for the cream. However, I know when I'm being manipulated. Not that her sexy petite body and long hair didn't still hold some sway.
We typed in "hand cream" to start the search. There were some other brands to be found but we found something else too, and it was hilarious.
We enjoyed laughing at this outrageous ad someone had posted. The man was offering to give a hand job. And what was funnier was that he was willing to pay a bloke for the privilege of giving it.
We had only looked at one page of ads and so far there were none for the brand she wanted. I wasn't nervous - yet.
But my pretty and mischievous wife, always scheming, was already ahead of me. She said we should take him up on the offer: it was exactly the price of the cream she wanted.
I resisted, but she persisted. She said that I was always trying to pick girl-on-girl videos on porn nights. That maybe if girl-on-girl was hot for me that mano-en-mano would be hot for her. I didn't fall for it.
She continued by saying that it was just a hand job and not really even sex. She proposed that this guy might finger my ass while he did it, something she wouldn't do. Then petulantly she threatened to cut off hand jobs unless I agreed.
None of the arguments were convincing. I doubted she would follow through on her threat. But collectively her words were wearing me down yet again. Then she bet me that if the brand she wanted didn't show up in the next three pages we would email him.
It didn't. I relented.
Before I could back out, a couple days had passed, and upon my arrival home from work one night she informed me that our "friend" Mike would be at our house in two hours.
I was disturbed she had set it up so soon - and without my input. I was nervous that he might be a creep. And I tried to think how we could get out of it.
She rubbed her cute body up against mine turning me on. She kissed my neck, nibbled my ear, and ran her fingers over my hardening erection.
Thinking quickly, I suggested that we just go to bed and forget about it. I would even do the special thing she liked. I would find another way to get the cream. She was having none of it, telling me that I had proved to her there was no other way. She complained that it was too late to back out. And besides, Mike would be disappointed.
For the next two hours she kept me turned on. She walked around half-dressed, flashing me regularly, and man how I love her perky tits and pointy nipples! She touched me every chance she could but without providing any relief. And she brought out her tiny lipstick sized vibrator, placing it on the end table, making me wonder what she had planned.
A few minutes before he was due to arrive she put on the skimpiest thinnest shorts she owned and a clingy T-shirt with no bra.
Mike didn't fool around. After brief but amiable introductions he simply shucked his pants, patted the couch, indicating I should sit there, and knelt down on the floor in front of the couch. He actually seemed OK.
I questioned why he had removed his own pants but he said he wanted to jerk himself too. Riley agreed that it was only fair.
We both sat on the couch in front of Mike. Me slouching with my knees spread on either side of him and Riley cross legged right next to me with one arm around my shoulders.
Mike wasted no time fondling first my balls then my penis, with huge unfeminine hands. Hands so much larger than Ry's they really reached all over and all around. He was gentle and caring but also knew just how to handle a man's equipment in the best way.
My erection grew rapidly. Mike told me he loved my big cock and how hard it was. I almost blushed, never having received a compliment on my dick from a man before.
My wife murmured something about it not usually growing so fast. I looked in her eyes to see if she was judging me but saw only a playful glee there.
Mike moved on to long firm strokes. He said it was rock hard. Riley reached over to take a little squeeze and agreed with a chuckle. Was she making fun of my excitement or relishing in it?
Mike kept going with one hand on my cock, causing it to jump each time he pulled his hand over the inflamed head. With his other hand he leisurely stroked his own dick. I leaned forward to take a little peek. Now, I'm a respectable seven and a half inches but it was clear he had me beat.
I didn't want to appear gay so I leaned back again into the comforting touch of my lovers arm still behind my shoulders. She caressed me softly then leaned over herself. First she checked out his package, commenting giddily that it was nice. She shifted the other way and snatched up her vibrator from the table.
Still sitting Indian style she idly stroked the nape of my neck with her left hand but very purposefully clicked on the tiny vibe and touched it to her clit through the thin shorts. I knew she owned the vibrator for a while now but had actually never seen her use it before. She normally preferred to grind on my cock.
A few moments later she floored me when she asked Mike if he minded if she took off her shorts, him being gay and all. Then it was her turn to be taken back when he told her he was straight and married too, just like us. He said he didn't mind if she took off her pants. He would enjoy the show but would respect our boundaries.
I watched her face waiting to see what she would do. She furrowed her brow a little as if considering it deeply. Nothing happened for a long minute then shyly she peeled off her shorts while trying to keep her legs together. When she was done she reclined next to me with her legs stretched straight out and crossed at the ankles, her dark and very hairy bush hid all the naughty bits and was the only thing visible to Mike.
She resumed stroking my neck and tucked her slender hand between her thighs with the treasured vibrator. Mike kept stroking my cock and his. He liked to watch for drops of precum then rub it in with his thumb.
Our guest picked up the pace a bit, jerking me in time to his own measured pulls. Riley was further along and more energetically rubbing the vibe on her clit while digging her nails unconsciously into my neck.
Mike slowed his jerking momentarily but never took his eyes off my cock. He paused hesitantly and said that as fun as it was to stroke me it wasn't gonna quite get him off. What he said next blew me away, so to speak, he suggested that for another hundred and twenty dollars a blowjob should do do the trick.