My experiences with my first wife have always been right at the top of the list when I think of erotic moments in my life. This whole sequence of events happened a few years ago, but even today when I'm laying in bed late at night, my mind wandering trying to go to sleep, I often think of this one particular episode with a friend of mine named David.
My wife Amanda, was twenty-three when we married and had just graduated as a dental technician. Amanda was 5'5, slender and very attractive. Her tits were to die for, perfectly shaped with pink nipples, not too huge but perfect for her frame. This was also an era when a lot of women went braless and it was common for nipples to show through clothing material.
When Amanda and I married I was in my mid twenties and working as a sales rep for an electronics company. For the first few years we struggled along as many newly married couples do but after 5 years or so we had settled into a comfortable pattern.
My job required that I entertain out of town customers when they visited our company. I was often out several nights a week taking people to dinner, which usually led to a few drinks afterward all on the expense account of course.
I'll admit that I did get carried away at times and went beyond the call of duty. I would be out drinking at least a couple of nights each week with either customers or friends from work. I wasn't always successful in resisting the temptations that were both a hazard and a perk of the job. There were other sales people in our company who had the same routine as I did and we would often end up in a club or bar having a night cap after dropping off our customers. One of my contemporaries, a fellow named David and I became pretty close friends. David essentially had the same type job as I did, but he was a real party animal and could out drink me any day of the week. He had a tendency to get really bombed on occasion. David was also newly wed and married to an absolutely beautiful girl who managed a dress shop at our local mall.
David had been, and still was for all intents and purposes a real playboy. Women seemed to love him. He dressed very well, loved to dance, was good looking, funny,and on an expense account. He and his wife and Amanda and I would meet and have a few drinks now and then however we weren't that close as couples.
A few months after David's marriage he started complaining to me about his wife for one reason or another, sometimes it was about sex, she wasn't into sucking cock so he tells me. He would ask about Amanda, did she like to suck cock, maybe she could have a word or two with his wife. I was never exactly sure how my wife was going bring up the subject and explain how to suck cock.
Strange as it seemed both then and now, that was the substance of one conversation we had. OK, we had a few drinks prior but he would get into intimate details of his marriage and problems with his wife.
I did tell my wife about this particular blow job conversation I had with David which led to a lot of speculation on our part about the status of their marriage. A good looking playboy type guy married to a beautiful girl, it all looked perfect from the outside. My wife like every other woman thought David was intriguing, charming and she enjoyed being around him when we were out, he was a good dancer after all.
A few weeks after the blow job converstion between David and I we planned to go out with our wives after we had finished a dinner with some out of town customers.
I was driving that night, my wife was in the front seat and David in the backseat. We stopped by the mall to pick up his wife after work. It was sometime around 11:00 at night and raining. David, my wife, and I had had a few drinks waiting for his wife to close her shop. By the time we picked her up it was close to 11:00 and the three of us were a little drunk. David and my wife had more to drink than me since I was behind the wheel.
His wife jumped in the backseat as we pulled up to the curb outside the mall. As I was pulling through the mostly empty parking lot a real argument started in the backseat between David and his wife. He started yelling and pushing her, it began to get rough.
I pulled over and put an arm in the backseat to calm him down. His wife was crying and trying to get away from him, and had scooted to the far side of the car. What set this off I don't know but he went off on her for whatever reason. My wife got out of the front seat and climbed in back to help calm him down.
The four of us sat in the parking lot for quite some time while my wife tried to mediate between the two of them. David was still trying to push his wife and finally Amanda just more or less wrapped her arms around him and held his arms.
David's wife told me to take her back to her car which was also in the parking lot, she was going to drive herself home, we weren't able to drive her in our condition she said. She thought we were all drunk and out of control, she was probably right.
After we dropped her off at her car we sat in the parking lot and talked, the two of them in back and me up front. Never really got to the bottom of why he had gone so nuts, it made little sense. It was raining harder outside as we sat in the largely deserted parking lot until finally David began to calm down.
Amanda was wearing a light weight one piece summer dress that buttoned down the front. As was the fashion at the time she was braless with a half slip under her one piece dress. I had noticed earlier that the dress really accentuated her tits and showed a good deal of cleavage. She looked sexy as hell. There was a sexy jiggle as she moved and her nipples were visable through the thin material.
She was now in the backseat with her arms around David trying to keep him under control. Her firm tits were pressed against his body which would have a calming influence on most guys.
I didn't know exactly where David lived since they had moved within the last few weeks, I only knew the general section of town where he had moved. In a steady rain I started driving in the direction of where I thought he lived. The car windows were steamed and visabilty was poor, being half crocked I took it real slow in the steady rain. The windshield defroster was on and the inside of the car was warm and steamy.
I asked David for directions and only got a silly remark from the backseat, I continued on in the direction I thought he lived. When I glanced into the backseat to ask again I saw David with his head resting on Amanda's chest and her arm around his shoulders. Knowing David I knew he was getting a good feel of her soft tits through the thin material of her dress. His face was pressed right into her clevage resting on her bare skin, his nose almost inside the openning of her dress. In the darkness and rain I drove on toward his house.
I asked several more times for directions but I was only getting nonsensical replies and directions that made no sense. I pulled over on a side street and adjusted the rear-view mirror. David had his head on Amanda's chest and had unbuttoned the top few buttons of her dress.
I watched in the mirror as he continued to unbuttoned her dress all the way to her waist. He slipped his hand inside her open dress. My wife didn't make a move to stop him, her head was leaning across the seat her arm still wrapped around David his head nuzzled to her chest.
I sat there for a few minutes watching, no one spoke. I slowly pulled out to the road and continued on, glancing into the backseat at every street light we passed. I figured if I got to his house quick there wouldn't be time for him to go further.
When drove under a street light I could see them kissing, his hand moving inside her unbuttoned dress. My wife was giving him no resistance that I could see. I was getting a real hardon.
Strange as it may seem I was getting pissed, not with David trying to play with wifes tits but with him unwilling to give his address. I sat there half turned in my seat and with my eye's switching between the rear-view mirror and the backseat. He continued to openly fondle her, his hand under her slip. It was like no one gave a shit, not me, not my wife, and certainly not David who was enjoying himself immensely. He finally mumbled an address probably to get me back in the road and to quit watching.
I knew we were in the general area of where he lived but didn't know the street so I basiclly just drove around looking for the right street, this all took another 15-20 minutes.
In the backseat I could see that David had my wife's dress open to at least her waist and her half slip pushed up above her tits. Amanda was in her late twenties at the time and her body was flawless,smooth, and taunt. David went back and forth between kissing her,fondling her tits, to sucking her nipples. I now had a major hardon.
I pulled over once I found his street to look for house numbers. I watched them in the backseat and saw that David had her dress completely unbuttoned and pulled wide open. My wife was sitting there in her white lace panties with both of her titties exposed, the half slip bunched above her tits. They continued to kiss while he fondled her, as far as they were concerned it was as if I wasn't there.
Only a couple of hours ago the three of us were sitting in a lounge having a drink and talking about work. In just the span of a little over an hour he had my wife in the backseat of my car, almost undressed and was fondling her tits. While I drove around aimlessly trying to find his house.