One of these stories is true, you decide which one!
FIRST VERSION OF MIDNIGHT MUSIC
After a "Boys Night Out" dinner with some of my old chums, I invited the group back to my place for a nightcap.
There were seven of us in total, all of us fairly drunk and in high spirits, I poured the brandy, and we all sat about telling dirty stories, singing bawdy songs and other infantile behaviour suited to the hour and the level of alcohol in our bloodstreams.
After about half an hour of this I proposed listening to some good music on my newly installed HI-FI, which gave a great sound, through some amazing column speakers. It was a multi room set up and was wired throughout the house.
I picked out a CD and put it on at a fairly high volume, the sound was just terrific and as we were settling in to hear the first track, the door of the sitting room burst open and my stunning looking young (24) wife ran across the room completely naked and fiddled, unsuccessfully, with the new HI FI control knobs.
Starting as though awaking from a deep sleep, which in fact she was, she looked around the room, and recognising everyone there, turned to me saying, "That bloody music is playing in our bedroom and it nearly gave me a heart attack, turn the damn thing off so I can get back to sleep you idiot."
A pin could have dropped and would have been heard, I should explain that Sally, my wife of some 5 years, was an absolute stunner, blond hair to her shoulders, film star good looks, a great pair of full tits, high and round with lovely nipples, a narrow waist, apple-cheeked arse, over long tapered legs. She kept her light brown pubic hair trimmed tight and neat, the sides of her pussy waxed regularly to keep her cunt lips and arse entrance completely hair free.
There she was, completely naked, making no attempt to hide her condition, absolutely superb in her anger, as she stamped her foot in rage it made her tits jiggle up and down delightfully, she was in the midst of six blokes all of whom she knew and of course, myself . I should add that all of us were more or less pissed. Spontaneously we began to laugh at the surreal situation in which she and we found ourselves .All the fellows staring at the fabulous naked figure before them, all with lust, including myself.
George , one of our oldest friends, got up and stood in front of the door, laughing his heart out , so when Sally made to leave the room, George held her by the waist and said between laughs " Stay with us a while, you bring beauty to our beastly lives, and as we have all seen you topless by the pool, and I might say that your string bikini pants only hid the fact that you are not a natural blond, now we know the truth, but still love you just as much"
Laughing and talking, his hands started moving from her waist, one caressing her superb arse; the other began to fondle her left breast, rubbing the nipple between forefinger and thumb, till it stood out strait and firm in an involuntary erection.
"Stop that shit George, Mike my darling husband is here and wont approve of your carry-on, so cut it out NOW!"
I was weak from laughing, and managed to blurt out between guffaws "Sally, you're a big girl, and if you want him to stop, you can tell him yourself, by the look of your nipple he isn't doing a bad job on getting your attention, so if you are enjoying all the fondling, then relax and go for it"
"If you are telling me it's OK to flirt with randy George, with no cloths on to protect me, you're mad"
George had moved his hand from her tit to her pussy, and looked like he was frigging her clit, the hand on her arse probing the crack between the plump cheeks, her face was beginning to flush bright pink, a sure sign that she was getting hot and aroused in spite of the ridiculous situation in which she had unwittingly placed herself.
I was having a hugely erotic time , I had often fantasised about watching her get fucked by one or more guys, but any suggestion I made of group sex, or her having a fling with someone else, had been turned down flat by her.
"Mike, tell him behave!"
"I'll tell him nothing! You can stop it now if that's what you want, or you can be a sport and see what happens"
"Are you saying I should fuck around with your drunken pals?"
"I'm saying if you want to have some fun, go right ahead, you are in charge of your own body, if you want to fuck one, or some, or all of them, it's entirely your affair, and if you think you need my permission to do what you want, then you've got it, OK"
"So be it then Mike, you say its OK, so I guess George after all these years of looking down my dress or up my skirt and giving me a quick feel at a party you're finally, actually, going to get to fuck me!"
George having got, what he considered to be the green light, became more invasive of her two holes, finger or fingers in her arse button, and several fingers in her cunt, working her clit and looking for her G spot deep in her pussy.