Holly's amazing tongue slipped up the length of Joe's hardened seven inches. I sat on my couch, astonished at how beautiful she looked. Her silky blonde hair was still holding firm from the up-do she had done for the wedding. Her bridesmaid dress hugged her ass and hips. The right strap had fell off her shoulder, revealing even more of her cleavage. Joe leaned forward, placing a hand around her neck so that he could feel the movements of her mouth as she worked his dick.
My wife had felt slightly depressed in the days leading up to her friend's wedding. She didn't think that her dress fit quite right, and mostly she felt unattractive. Holly is beautiful. Though she still carried some of the pregnancy weight from our last child, she still could turn the heads of any man. Whenever we were out, I tried to point out that the men always did a double-take, if they weren't going to get caught. She didn't believe me.
We had also started to rediscover our fantasy life during sex. Holly had only ever had sex with me; in fact, she had never done anything beyond kissing with another guy. Mostly, I felt lucky. But there was a part of me that felt she should have experienced so much more. Every once in a while, I would bring up the fantasy of her getting together with another man, and that it turned me on a bitβwell a lot. It had been several months since the first time we fully explored the fantasy while having sex. She had drank a few glasses of wine and we started to kiss and touch each other.
--Pretend I'm some random guy. Just let go.
--I don't know what to say.
--Don't say anything, then. Just let go.
She started feeling my chest with her hands and reached up to kiss my lips.
--Touch me. Please, touch me.
I gently stroked the sides of her breasts, working my way to her nipplesβboth pressed out hard against her tank top. She reached down and pulled her shirt off, letting me see how fantastic her breasts are. She took me by the back of the head and pulled my face into her chest.
--Are you sure, I asked.
--Yes....I want you to fuck me.
And that we did. It was the best sex of our married life. That next morning, she was almost embarrassed to talk to me, as if I really had been some other guy.