Laurie squeezed my rock-hard cock around the base. She knew I was close to climaxing as she told me to swallow the last drops of the cum she fed me with her tongue – my brother’s cum. David was watching us, saying how cool it was. She looked at him and smiled.
“It gets a whole lot cooler, David… just wait…” With that, she gave me one more squeeze and jumped back up on the bed. She snuggled next to David, her head resting against his chest, her arm stretched out, gently fondling his half-hard penis and rubbing his balls. She looked at me sitting back in my chair. “Tell him about this outfit, baby.”
I tossed David a j and then lit one for myself. I realized I was stroking myself as I remembered that afternoon.
“It was a late Saturday afternoon, the weekend following our wedding.” I took a deep drag and a long drink. “We had invited George over for dinner, and…”
Laurie giggled from the bed. “C’mon, baby, tell him what it was really like. We promised to tell him.” David’s cock was starting to rise as my wife stoked him so lightly.
“Better tell me all of it, bro…” he was trying to look stern, “you know you’ll feel better if you do.” They both lost it and started laughing. I did, too. I took another hit to calm down and started again.
“Okay…” I had to take a drink – my throat suddenly dry. “That first night at George’s, after Laurie kissed me, she walked back to him, like she said before, and lay down on the carpet… and… fucked my friend. Afterward, they were kissing and whispering for a little while. I asked her what they were talking about.”
Another drink, another drag. “My darling wife told me that George made her promise that he could fuck her whenever he wanted.”
Laurie caught my eye as she giggled again. Looking right at me, she sucked the head of David’s cock into her mouth, and then let it pop out.
“He was pretty good, David. He did me hard and rough and I really liked that.” She looked at me again. “Your brother really liked it, too...”
I started again as she bent down, holding his staff upright as she drew her tongue lovingly up his hard length. “So anyway, George called a few days after we got back from Wisconsin (a weekend honeymoon) and said he wanted to come over. So he came.”
“We were waiting outside (we lived in a 4-unit apartment – the street was lined with them – each had a small porch and very small front yard); Laurie was wearing this outfit, I think it was the first time someone else would see it. Anyway, he parked in front of the house, got out of his car, and she ran down the steps to him. She kissed him. I looked around; I saw some neighbors we didn’t know looking at us. I don’t know what made me say it, but loud enough for anyone to hear, I asked George how he liked Laurie’s outfit.”
“He stepped back and looked at her. He said he thought it looked great... why? I said I thought she wasn’t wearing to her best advantage. “It was made,” I said, “to be worn with nothing underneath.” Laurie was moaning again as she worked David’s cock into her mouth. He was looking quite relaxed, one hand resting on the back of her neck, the other holding a joint. Life was good!
“George said he thought that might look good.”
Laurie was moaning louder.
“He told her to go inside and take off her underwear and put the outfit back on. He didn’t seem to care that others may have heard him.” And once again, my throat was getting very dry.
“Laurie asked if we were coming with her. I started to walk towards the house when I heard George say, very calmly, that we would wait outside for her – he wanted to see her in the sunlight. Her face got real red, but she turned and went inside.”
Laurie looked up, her whisper carrying across the room. “It was the first time, you know, that I was… you know… a little submissive. It was soooo hot, David.”
David looked at me, his face almost unreadable. “Roll me another one, bro. You guys are just unbelievable!”
I talked as I rolled. “We smoked a cigarette, then the front door opened and Laurie walked out onto the porch. From twenty feet away, I could see her shaking. George guided me around to the right side while telling Laurie to move to the left side of the porch front. As she moved to just the right place, the sun, starting to set behind her, made the top nearly transparent – her tits completely outlined, hard nipples clearly visible. I was just about to lose my mind. George said he thought she looked much better that way and told her to come down off the stoop.”
I turned to Laurie. “Why don’t you show David the difference, baby. Wear it the right way.”
My suddenly shy wife looked up, said “Steven, you know it won’t look the same… they don’t exactly stand straight out like they used to.”
David and I laughed. He told her she knows how beautiful we think she is. He said she has the best breasts of any 50-year old he’s ever seen…well, alive, anyway. With very little persuasion, Laurie climbed off the bed and went into her dressing area. I heard her turn on the light and a minute later, she stood at a 45-degree angle in the doorway, backlit by the lamp she had switched on. The effect was perfect… two hard cocks pointed at her nipples pushing through the soft cotton top. She stood there, letting us gawk.
“Laurie walked into the small yard,” I continued the tale, “looking naked to the group gathering on the porch to the east of us. As she got closer, George said the shorts looked better, too, with nothing but skin showing through the cutouts. He pulled her close and they kissed – out on the lawn. Man, it was so crazy… I mean, we really didn’t know these other people… but they knew we were married.”
Laurie walked back to the bed and leaned back against the oversized pillow. David reached a hand over to her and pulled her top up a little, and then slid his other hand under the waistband of her shorts.
“George draped his arm around her, his long fingers playing with a hard, pointed nipple. He asked what the dinner plans were. I said we were going to order in a pizza. He moved his hand to Laurie’s butt, squeezing a cheek as he hugged her. ‘Come on,’ he said to her, ‘we’ll go get it.’ He grabbed her hand and walked her to his car. They were gone about thirty minutes. I was waiting in the living room when they came in. They rushed right by me, through the kitchen (George dropped the pizza boxes on the table) and into our bedroom.”
