Out for drinks last night with friends, old college buddies and the like. My 35 yr. old wife offered to take our friend Rick home, as he'd "had too much to drink." They'd played together once before and she has been eager for a return engagement.
So they left the club, he in her car, and made for home an hour or so before we all abandoned ship. I had left the option open to her as to whether or not she wanted to come home or stay with Rick until morning. Our kids were at the grandparents and sometimes the anticipation and waiting for her to return home are a great thrill. Plus, I trust this lover of hers and she enjoys his company.
As the group broke up and we prepared to disperse many were unready to head home. I was the only one living in town and sans children at home so it was decided to 'after-party' at my house.
How to explain the absence of my wife I hadn't decided.
Made it to the house, got people settled, and of course all were crowded into the kitchen consuming. Eventually the conversation turned to, "Hey, where's your wife?" Some jokes were made about her 'Probably fucking Rick ...' and I laughed it off with a "Somebody needs to ..."
One particular guest was a friend named Jim we'd met only two months earlier. A mutual attraction was obvious upon he and Becky's first meeting and they'd spent a great deal of time talking and flirting. Later she'd said he was an excellent potential playmate and that she'd like to get with him. Of course I gave her permission, as he seemed decent enough. Divorced, lived an hour away, respectful, etc.
Things progressed at home and Jim asked suspiciously, "Will Becky be here tonight? Or is she coming home?" His hopeful grin as he asked this hinted that he might suppose where she was and what she was doing.
"I'll call her," I replied.
When my wife answered her cell phone she was a bit breathless and somewhat giggly, as if she'd been laughing about something. "What?" she answered with a feigned annoyed voice.
"How are you doing?"
"Oh, well we're almost done cleaning the bathroom and we'll start on the kitchen next."
"You're doing it in the bathroom?"
"No, damnit, Rick's been fucking my brains out here in his big bed. He's so damned good ..."
My dick was just rock hard at this point.
"In fact if you'd let me off the phone I'm going to make him stop eating me, suck his dick hard, and have him fuck me from behind. Again," she continued.
At this point I wondered if I could actually come in my jeans without manual stimulation. I think I could have that night.
So I told her, "Well, I don't know if you were planning on staying the night or not but we have some house guests looking for you."
"Oh shit," she said, "what did you tell them."
"Nothing. They know you drove Rick home but that's it," I told her.
"Who is there?" she asked. Then, to the side of the mouthpiece, "It's okay, don't stop ..."
I gave her a list of guests then ended with, "... and Jim. Remember Jim?"
She was silent a half second then replied with a half-panting, "Oh God ... don't let him leave. I'll be there right after Rick makes me cum again."
With that she sat the phone down proceeded to tell him in a voice loud enough for me to hear, "There are people at my house, get up here and fuck me before I have to go."
I listened for a minute or so as she grunted and panted encouragement for Rick's pounding of her pussy. Since I was in our bedroom I considered getting myself off as I listened but was afraid both of being caught and of losing the sexual high I was currently experiencing.
I had to terminate the call too soon, I was being beckoned from the other room. While I tactically positioned my hard on and brought the phone from my ear I could hear, "Cum in me! Cum in me hard, Rick! Oh FUCK ME!" with Rick's guttural coming noises in the background.
Hard to tear myself away from that.
Returned to our guests and assured them all was well. Told the group I'd called and Rick was a little sick so Becky stayed with him but was on her way home now.
Some time later most of the guests left and there were only a few remaining. As they all began to filter out I approached Jim and suggested, "Becky asked if you'd stay around til she got home. Said she hadn't gotten to talk to you in a while. You know ... if you're not in a hurry to get home."
"Oh, I'm not," he assured me.
Soon enough she pulled into the drive, came through the door, and upon seeing only Jim and I left in the kitchen breathed a sigh of relief. She sat down her purse, came around the counter, kissed me, then gave Jim a very friendly hug. The hug ended with her long fingers caressing the side of his face and a quick but very passionate kiss on his mouth. She pulled away and said to us both, "I need a shower," and walked away.
While she disappeared Jim just looked at me dumbfounded, guilty over the kiss he'd very much enjoyed with my cute little wife. To break the silence I told him, "Hey, she likes you a lot, and I think you're a hell of a good guy. Becky and I have an agreement where if she finds someone attractive and wants to spend time with them she tells me and we decide is it's a good idea. If you'd like, I know she'd love to have you join her in the shower."
He looked excited and bewildered at the same time. "Bullshit." Was all he could say.
So I reassured him, "No, I'm serious. She lets me play sometimes but right now she came home from Rick's because she's been contemplating you since your first meeting. Go ahead. She's running hot water in our bathroom. I'll either crash in the extra room or just watch TV. Really, it's okay. In fact, she's been looking forward to this for some time."
After more back and forth and a couple dozen reassurances I finally said, "If you don't go fuck her she's going to be really disappointed."
With that he turned and headed towards our bedroom. One glance back at me as he opened the door and he was gone. Into my room, where my wife was undoubtedly naked readying for a hot shower.
The remainder my wife had to relate to me, but as he entered our room she said he saw her in the mirror and gave her a nervous, "Hi." She answered with, "I was hoping you'd come help me," and proceeded to drop her robe revealing her incredible body. Jim let out an audible "wow" just under his breath and stared. My wife has taken a great deal of pride in her body, especially after having 2 kids. And she looks incredible.
Becky said she helped Jim undress in the foggy bathroom while accepting his groping hands and eager kisses. Once naked she stroked his member, happy at what she found. According to my demure wife, "A nice thick hard dick, not clean shaven but trimmed in all the important places. I didn't have to pick hair from my teeth after sucking him."
They progressed to the walk-in shower with Jim hungrily massaging her hard ass. In the shower they kissed a great deal, and soaped each other extensively. Soon he had a soapy finger rubbing vaginal lips as she sucked on one of his nipples and stroked his raging hard on.
Becky stood straight and kissed Jim. Asking him, "Do you want to fuck me here, or in my bed?" "Both," he replied.
That was all she needed and my wife turned away from her newest lover, offering her petite little ass and willing used pussy for him to use. Jim positioned behind her and timidly started probing for just the right entry angle.
By this time I'd snuck my way into the bedroom and was listening to their progress. Trying desperately to glean some idea of their actions from what little I could hear. At this point I heard my sweet little mother of two say, "It's okay, you're not the first one in my pussy tonight, just put it in me." And then the slapping skin started.
Soft at first, then pounding with both of them breathing in unison. Wet and hot, their moans turned to my wife's screams as the man we'd met a scant few months earlier worked her over with a capable hard cock. Her second in the past few hours.
"I'm cumming! Oh fuck, Becky! Where do you want me to cum?" were the first words I'd heard from Jim as he had his way with my bride in our shower.
"In me! Cum in me!" was all she could say between moans.
With that the grunting and clenching started as another load was added to my wife's well-fucked pussy.
I made my way back to our living room, cock aching from the permanent hard on I'd managed to sustain the entire evening. Within thirty minutes or so my wife came out to the couch wrapped in her favorite white robe and asked me, "Do you want to come to bed with us, or do you want to sleep in the extra room?"
Well, of course I want to double team her. But I asked, "Isn't it a little early to freak Jim out with a threesome?"
