My wife Mona is a sexy dark haired woman of European descent. She carries her 42 years like a status symbol, and loves to hear comments about not looking her age. Apart from that she is devoid of any ego, and is one of the most natural people I have ever known. She is a schoolteacher, and very popular with her staff as well as her students. My name is Kevin, and I consider myself a regular guy. Some girls have told me I'm good looking, but I'd like to think that my best asset is that I'm healthy.
Our sex life has been good, but not terribly different from most other couples our age. We have had our share of fantasies together, and my cock would often get hard thinking of the possibilities, but I knew that Mona would have none of that, as she was very conscious of her position in the community. She is on several committees, and is well known around the area.
"I don't care what I would like to do, and there is a lot I would like to do," she once said, "but I don't want to be like Bill Clinton or someone like that, and you know how things get around."
This was prompted by me suggesting we could make a reality of one night's fantasy of her fucking someone else, in this case a new girl, Karen, who had come to my office, and was obviously willing to try something new. She had told me she thought that Mona was one of the most sexy people she had ever seen. That night while I was licking Mona's beautiful pussy, I told her what Karen had said and she went wild.
" I would love to have Karen here right now, and lick her pussy, and then take your cock and drive it into her cunt and watch you fuck her."
This made me go crazy, and the hornier I got the more she said she would like to do. This was the first time she had been really specific about sexual actions. It was not long before my cock felt like it was going to explode. She then did something different again from what I had known. she stopped sucking me , turned on the bedside light, and said she wanted to watch me cum. She told me to imagine that Karen was with us.
" Make him cum Karen, then lick my pussy, I want to see his lovely cock explode all over you, then lick it off. I want to grind my pussy in yours Karen, and make his cock hard all over again."
I could not contain myself, and my jism seemed to spurt through the air about three feet before landing on Mona's 34 inch breasts. She looked me in the eyes, smiled sexily, and took a fingerful and popped it into her mouth. I felt myself get hard almost immediately. We fucked again before going to sleep.
It was the next weekend when we were just starting to cuddle, when I brought up the "lets really try it" deal, and her answer, although somewhat disappointing didn't stop me from wanting to fuck her brains out. As we were warming up, I asked her about the new things she had introduced to our last lovemaking session. She replied that she had been talking with Anne, and Anne had told her what a turn on it was for her to watch her husband cum.
"It's a power thing hun, we women love to turn you on. Anne also told me about verbalising my fantasies, and how real they could become. I didn't think I'd like it as much as I did."
"Makes perfect sense to me," I said, "but who's Anne?"
"Anne Bradford', she replied.
"Who is that?' I queried.
"You know, Anne from school!"
Suddenly it hit me, I would never have guessed. Anne must have been the woman that old librarian story came from. She was very pretty, but very shy, and tended to dress down. She always blended in at parties, and I had even commented to Mona once that I would love see what she looked like when she dressed up. Mona said she was like her, and was aware of what her position was.
Everything was normal at our house, except that Mona became more and more vocal in her fantasising. I loved it, and my wife became more and more sexy to me.
Then just before the summer break, we had the year end school party at our house. Mona's staff were a lot of fun, and there was lots of drinking, dancing, and flirting going on. These guys knew how to have fun.
I watched for Anne, as obviously she had garnered my interest, and when she came in with her husband Brad, I wondered why I hadn't noticed her before. She was gorgeous, even though she wasn't really dressed any different from what I had seen before. I could not imagine how I had missed out on this beautiful creature.
As the evening wore on, I found myself talking more with Anne, and felt like I had known her forever. She was a delight, sexy, funny and just all around great. Brad was cool too, with his boyish looks, and he and I covered a host of topics, finding we agreed on most. I even teased him about his name Brad Bradford, like he hadn't heard that one before. Toward the end of the evening Brad came up to me and said he wanted to thank Mona and I for making their love life so good. It seems that the girls' little talks had an overall positive effect. I told Brad that I was just about to thank him fo the same thing. We laughed, and gave each other a hug, and I thought.... what great people.
As the party wound down, I was anxious for folks to leave, as we were off to Hawaii the next day, but mostly I wanted them to leave because talking to Brad and Anne had made me horny to get Mona into the bedroom. They were a definite turn on.
As it turned out Brad and Anne were the last to leave, and when we said good night our kisses reflected the sexual growth we had shared. I kissed Anne long and slow, and felt her body pressed against mine. Reluctantly I drew back, thinking I would be embarassing Mona and Brad, but they were still kissing passionately.
Brad finally pulled away, and I could see the lust in eyes. "Thanks you guys, you don't know how much I'm glad we know you two" He then gave me a big hug, and rubbed the back of Mona's shoulder. Anne hugged Mona, and it looked downright sexy. Then they kissed goodnight, and I mean kissed! My cock went wild in my shorts, and was immediately noticable. Brad looked and laughed, and said, "me too," pointing down to an obvious tent in his pants.
The girls seemed oblivious to the effect their kiss had on us and just carried on as though everything was normal.
As Brad and Anne finally left, Anne turned and said, "see you next week"
