Mainly fiction. A little bit of this happened, but not nearly enough. But it would have been great fun.
All women were on the pill back then. And, this being fiction, in this universe there are no STDs, so fictional people don't need to practice safe sex as real people do. Don't try this at home.
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When we finally got a really large TV many years ago, we had several friends over to watch a playoff game. "Really large" back then is puny by today's standards, but we thought it was big at the time. Three guys showed up. Their wives were not interested, so it was just us b-ball fans. And my wife.
She gets into the spirit of these gatherings, playing hostess. She wears an old basketball-style jersey. It was made for a very tall thin player, so on her it hangs down halfway to her knees. She wears it like a dress, really short, mini but not micro, showing lots of leg. Under it, I know because I saw her getting dressed, she has a light blue bra and bikini panties, small and fairly sheer but nothing special.
She's being the perfect hostess, bringing us drinks (beer, soda) and snacks (nuts, chips, nachos). She brings out bottles and plates, and waggles her hips at us like a cocktail waitress trolling for tips. The guys treat her like our waitress, too, with compliments and suggestive comments, and they pat her on the butt when she bends over or as she leaves the area. Maybe a little more forward than you'd be in a bar, but nothing that wouldn't happen among old friends at the average backyard barbeque. It's probably because of the way she's dressed, in just this jersey. It's like wearing just a T-shirt, sexy. They all know that she has just a bra and panties on under it, from hugging her when they arrived and from their fondling of the waitress.
During one of her trips into the kitchen, John gets up and goes to the kitchen to get another beer. I go to the head to make room for more beer and as I pass the kitchen on the way back I see John with Jannie. He is behind her pressing her against the counter, hugging her with his arms around her waist. He's nuzzling the side of her neck away from me. She tilts her head to the side to expose more of her neck, and she sees me standing in the doorway. She looks at me and I at her, she just closes her eyes and goes back to enjoying having her neck nibbled. John is still kissing her neck and shoulder and whispering in her ear, and he moves his hand up from her waist to cover her breast. Her eyes snap open and she looks over to see if I am still watching. She looks worried to me, but I can't tell if it's because of what he's doing or because I'm watching him do it. He senses her tension and he looks over, too, and meets my gaze. Am I pissed off? Am I going to rush over and break this up? No, I'm just interested to watch. He takes her and my lack of reaction as consent, I guess, and moves his other hand to her other breast. I watch him knead them and pinch the nipples. She closes her eyes again and leans back against him. I turn and walk back to the living room to join the other guys.
A couple minutes later John comes out with his new beer. I go into the kitchen to help Jan. She looks at me coldly. "How could you. . .?"
"How could I what?"
"How could you let him feel me up like that?"
"You didn't seem to object much to it. If you wanted to stop it, you're a big girl. You can take care of yourself. You always flirt with guys. Besides, it not as though this is new to us. To you."
"That was years ago. And that was business, your business, your clients. John is an old friend. That's different. A little flirting and a kiss on the neck are one thing. But he put his hands on my boobs. More than friendly."
"So, be very friendly. No harm done." And I pat her on the butt and go back out.
Back out in the living room things seem to escalate a little, too. During one of her deliveries, John puts his hand on her butt and leaves it there, rubs it around, cups the cheek of her delicious buttock, not just a little pat. this is feeling her ass, not just patting it. She looks over at me, but she doesn't object, or even remove his hand.
The other guys notice this, too, and they do the same. By the end of the first half, it's a feel-fest. Whenever she comes over to the sofa, as she leans over to put a bottle or tray on the table, one of the guys reaches out to fondle her. It starts out just a little at first, but when she doesn't object to it, they get bolder. Funny, she's always within reaching distance. And doesn't hurry to leave.
From where I'm sitting, I can see into the hallway where no one else can. And there I see the next escalation. John is coming back from the bathroom and runs into Jan coming out of the kitchen. She has a bowl in one hand and a bottle in the other. He pushes her to the wall and presses against her. And then he kisses her. Deeply, open mouths, with real passion. And both his hands on her breasts kneading and squeezing. Then his right hand goes down to her hip, and then between their bodies, over her thigh and right onto her crotch. She can't move to defend herself with both hands full. She squirms a little, but this has the effect of letting him push farther between her legs to cup his hand over her mound. Still kissing. I can imagine, I can almost hear that she's moaning into his mouth as he feels her breast and pussy. Wow, this turns me on incredibly. Again, she's not defending herself much, not stopping him. I'm certainly not going to. This is exciting to watch. After maybe a minute, he backs away and lets her go.
About ten minutes later, she's out again, and this time John playfully pulls her down to sit on his lap. She goes along with it, good sport that she is. He's holding her on his lap supporting her butt with his left hand. The guys think this is great fun. With his right hand he pulls her face toward his and kisses her. Deeply, open mouths, with real passion -- again. Cheers and clapping from Paul and Billy. Hoots. "Way to go, man!" "Heeeere's Johnny!" Then his right hand comes down from her cheek to her breast. Right on the boob. Cupping his hand around it, squeezing it, rubbing and pinching the nipple. Shocked silence. The guys are quieter for a few seconds, until they see that she's not fighting. They look away from the show for a moment to see what I'm doing. Well, I'm sitting there watching with lust. They start to encourage him again. "Whoa, buddy, get a load of that." "Bet that feels good!" "Dude, your wife is HOT!" She really is being very friendly, and I wonder where this is going.
It's not over yet. He lowers his hand from her boob to her leg, her thigh. The jersey is covering only a few inches below her crotch, and he moves his hand up to the hem, then under it continuing up her thigh. The guys are quiet again. She squirms to get away, but this has the effect of making her legs fall open a little. Now we can all see the blue triangle of her panties covering her pussy mound. John's hand moves up to cover it and rub it. She moans now and we can all hear it. She puts her hands on his chest to push him away.
The kitchen timer scares us all when it goes off for the nachos. Saved by the bell. She gets up and leaves. I go into the kitchen with her.
"God, Tommy, this is really getting out of hand. That's not just 'friendly' or 'flirting.' He put his hand on my panties, and they all saw it. Why didn't you stop him? Now all the guys will want some."
I walk over to her, hold her to me with my lips on her neck and my hands on her ass pulling her into my crotch so she can feel my erection. "Well, *I* sure want some. And I'm sure you're right. They all do. Can't you just open up a little and let them play with you?"
"Play with me? Play with my boobs? And my goodies? Jesus, Tommy, these are our friends. I know these guys. And their wives and their kids."
"This is just a game. I think you should play with them, and let them play with you. C'mon, open up. Let them feel your delicious body."
She gives me a hard look, picks up the nachos, turns on her heel and walks back out to the living room.
As she puts the plate down, the guys are all staring at her legs and ass, practically drooling. Billy runs a hand up the back of her leg to the hem of the jersey, which is just inches from her butt when she's leaning over like that. She looks over at me again, but doesn't swat the hand away.
She marches back into the kitchen to get more beer for all of us. She delivers the first bottle to me, standing right by me. I reach the back of her leg and run my hand up it to the hem of the jersey. She responds by putting her hand on my shoulder, so I move my hand a little higher, up the back of her thigh, until I touch the leg band of her panties. She doesn't flinch. Well, it's only me, her husband of a dozen years. Playing with her ass, as usual. But in front of three other men. I decide not to go any further. Let her set the pace.
The next beer goes to Billy. He accepts the bottle with one hand, and reaches out for her breast with the other. She smiles at him. She doesn't pull back as he kneads her breast for fifteen or twenty seconds. He stops, she leans over further to give him a peck on the lips, and moves on.
Paul is a little less bold. He pulls her in for a deep kiss and touches her breast briefly toward the end of it.
John wants more. He pulls her down for a deep kiss and runs his hand down her back, down to her leg. And up her bare leg under the jersey. It's clear to the rest of us that he has his hand on her ass, on her panties or maybe sliding inside them, as she bends toward him. She kisses him passionately, open mouth, moaning into his mouth as he plays with her butt. They break after half a minute and she comes back to me.
She whispers to me as I'm feeling her leg, "Our friends are getting too friendly. They're going to want more of me. In a few more minutes, they're going to be touching me everywhere. You understand . . . everywhere?"
"Yes, everywhere. I want to see that. I want them to feel you as I do. Let them feel you."
"These clothes won't get in their way. They'll want to feel *all* of me. They'll just push inside my panties or rip them off me. Your wife will be exposed to them."
