I don't know what amazed me more. That Angela, my wife of five years, was confessing to me after all this time that she sometimes thought about eating pussy, or that listening to her talk about it turned me on as much as it did. It was late. We'd been out to an incredible dinner to celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary, and one of my wife's good friends, Jenny, had been watching our children. While I went to check on the kids, my wife had paid Jenny and showed her to the door. Now, we sat facing each other on the couch, talking about what a woman tastes like! Unbelievable.
Okay. We'd had a couple of bottles of wine over dinner, and finished our meal with a plate full of hand-made truffles. We were tipsy, and the endorphins were coursing through our veins. I can't deny it. We don't normally behave this way. We're parents, for crying out loud!
I opened a bottle of Zinfandel. Deep, red, fully-bodied and delicious. My wife kicked off her shoes and hungrily took a sip from her glass. She's beautiful, my wife. She's about 5 feet, eight inches tall with absolutely glowing blonde hair that cascades down her face and is constantly dangling in her eyes. She's got an unbelievable body. Full, red lips. Perfectly-balanced beautiful C-cup tits. An ass that you can't look at without touching. And the longest, softest, tightest legs I've ever had the pleasure of wrapping my own around. She sat there on the couch, staring up at me. Love, desire, and just a bit of mischief in her eyes. I was in heaven. I sat next to her on the couch as she took my hand in hers.
"What's it like?" she asked again. "What does it feel like? Taste like?"
I smiled. "There's nothing I can compare it to, Ang. There's nothing else like it in the world. It's like the finest wine in the world – full bodied, complex, warm. The second my lips touch yours, I'm lost. Believe me, it's as much pleasure for me as it is for you."
"Hmmm." She smiled mischievously, and then leaned over to me, kissing me passionately on the lips.
I kissed her again, the bulge in my trousers growing with each moment that passed. I reached my hands around her, gently caressing her shoulders before I began to tease the zipper on the back of her dress. She broke away from me and took a big swig of her wine. She set her glass down and reached out to caress the bulge in my pants.
"Got you excited, do I?" She batted her eyelashes and pushed the hair out of her face, then leaned down to kiss my erect penis through my trousers.
"Ah-" I was caught off guard by the sudden warmth and pressure on the head of my penis. I squirmed a bit, finding the head of my very sensitive penis straining against the linen fabric of my suit pants. Angela ran her hands up my thighs, gently caressing the head of my penis through the fabric, and I swear to God, I thought I was going to come, right then and there. It was a combination, I imagine, of the good meal, good company, good wine, and – quite frankly – the thought of my wife going down on another woman. Strange. It was makin' me feel like I was about to burst.
Angela ran her fingers along the edge of my pants, pulling my dress shirt free. And then it happened. The thing that would make this night like no other. A knock came gently at the door.
My wife smiled devilishly, and said: "Will you get it, hon?"
I was far too aroused to be greeting strangers at the door. I tried to tuck my member upwards through the waistband of my boxers, hoping this would be enough pressure to hold the big guy in place; and I walked carefully to the door. My wife watched me, enjoying every minute of it. I am not sure whether she knew who was at the door or not, but she enjoyed my trying to 'act naturally'. Whomever it was, Angela looked on and enjoyed the show.
I opened the door a few inches and saw Jenny standing there. "Hiya Drew," she said. "I think I left my purse in the kitchen." She's a friend of the family and spends a lot of time with our kids, so it shouldn't have surprised me that she pushed the door open and walked right past me. After all, she had no idea that my wife and I were fooling around on the couch. She pushed her way in and walked through the family room to retrieve her purse from the kitchen table.
"Everything OK, Jenny?" my wife asked as she walked past.
"Forgot my purse," Jenny smiled.
I closed the door and stumbled back to the couch, trying hard to keep my penis under control. I flopped down on the couch next to my wife and took a sip of my wine, hoping it would help to numb me.
Jenny crossed back into the room, her purse across her shoulder. "Want a glass of wine before you head home?" my wife asked with an odd look her eyes. She glanced sideways at me and smiled.
"Why not," Jenny sighed. She plopped down in the chair to my left.
Angela looked over at me and crinkled her beautiful nose. "Aren't you going to get her some wine, Drew?" Where were my manners? I stood up and walked quickly to the kitchen, anxious to get my member under control.
As I headed for the kitchen, my penis slipped from the waistband of my trousers and tented itself fully forward. No one saw it – my back was to the family room – but it created a rather awkward situation in that each step I took forward rubbed the fabric of my pants – silk lining and all – against the head of my penis. By the time I made it to the kitchen, I was absolutely engorged.
