Whatever your beliefs are about being able to pimp out your wife yet control what happens when you do―please remember one thing... the dude you're pimping your woman to knows you want her used―and he
wants
to use her. This is the lesson I learned by
trying to help
a friend of mine, while also trying to show off how strong my pimp hand was.
When judging one's "pimp hand", by the way, you need to understand the answers to the following questions:
"Can I cum on her face when I want to?"
"Can I photograph her with my dick in her mouth?"
"Does she take it in the ass?"
"Will she show her tits to your friends if you ask her to?"
I have to admit... the answer to most of these questions during the event in question was more or less "no." My wife Sarah would suck my dick, well I might add, but as for the other things... not really. Definitely no anal in our relationship, and getting a few naked pictures after her boob job had filled out was about as far as I had gotten with her on the other questions. I mean... she had to think I was going to show them to
someone
, right? Regardless of what I claimed at the time.
Still... if you make progress on one or more of those fronts, you can begin to feel 10 feet tall. That was what happened to me. My wife and I had been really having a lot of fun together... things were going well with my job... my bonuses had allowed us to go on a few nice trips to some exotic locales... in Bora Bora she let me shoot still photographs of her sucking my dick, fucking her, and even cumming in her mouth. I tried for anal, and I think she was going to let me, but the look on her face when I started putting my cock in made me stop. I still got a few pictures of my cock where I had the head inside her ass so it looked like I had anal, so that was pretty good.
Our sex lives were heating up and my wife was heaping praise on me for doing so well at work and earning the perks... for my part I was doing everything I could to convince Sarah of how beautiful she was. Although very petite at 4'10", her legs and ass were amazing from her college swim team days, and with the implants she had done a few years after we married, she was an absolute killer. It helped me that she didn't think so, and that 99% of guys I knew did, though, because with my kind words and the constant oggling post boobage, she definitely felt like I might have been onto something.
While in Bora Bora, we ran across someone much richer (and better looking) than us named Richard Thompson, III and his wife Bella. We stayed at the Four Seasons―while Richard stayed on his 80 foot yacht―but we met in the shallow surf by the St Regis while we were both out Jet Skiing. My wife's dark skin, southern Chinese looks, beautiful (though some say "big" or "fat") lips, and massive (on her 4'10" frame) d-cup features attracted Richard
and his wife
. We chatted a while about what I did (enterprise sales) and what he did (sail the world after selling his 3
rd
company) and we drank champagne on a sandbar near the St Regis.
This guy didn't get where he got by being timid... and on our second bottle of Pol Roger, he came right out and told his wife she should remove her top to get a full tan and suggested my wife do the same. I thought I had pimp hand? This guy was the daddy... his wife's top came off in about as much time as it took him to finish looking in my direction to see what I'd say about my wife doing the same.
The key mistake I made was in thinking
I
made my wife do what the other guy wanted. In reality, his presence and command over his own wife's body, our relative seclusion, and a bottle of champagne on a hot day caused my wife to give in a lot more than the nod I gave her when she looked at me. I stupidly thought that it was
my pimp hand
that had my wife's beautiful brown asian tits out on display―not Richard's. This isn't the main part of the story, however... and beyond paying my wife more than a few compliments and generously giving away his picnic to us, that's as far as things went that day.
We fucked like animals when we were back in our bungalow, however, both of us excited by my wife showing her body to another man. I couldn't believe how hot it made me... I joked with her that I would have let her suck his dick if he had asked, and she punched me in the arm for it but asked, "Really??" and got real thoughtful for a while.
"You wouldn't be worried about anything?" she asked me later while sucking my dick under the stars on our private balcony.
I knew the right answer said, "Of course not, babe... I know you love me and you know I love you... a simple BJ wouldn't be anything but hot! The only thing I'd have to worry about was blowing his wife's head off when I came while watching you do it!"
Sarah smiled at that answer and went back to sucking my dick expertly... One thing she liked was being told she was pretty by anyone who would do it... the other thing she liked was my complete surety in her faithfulness to me and in mine to her. We simply had a great relationship.
"Well now I'm sorry he didn't ask." she said with a wink as she stroked me in front of her face before I came. "I would like to have seen you punch a hole in the back of that empty headed bimbo he had with him."
If I was having dreams of turning my wife out for all manner of sexcapades, that day would surely have to wait... I never succeeded in getting anal from her―not even in Bora Bora―and then months passed back home before anything remotely "sexy" happened between us and any other third parties. That is until a mutual shared friend of ours found himself on our couch because his cheating soon-to-be-ex-wife had effectively stolen and spent their marital assets and cost him his house.
Matt Finley had known us both since we moved to San Clemente 6 years before. He and I worked together until he left to join Xerox but we remained good friends with he and Eva until the breakup. Eva basically melted out of our world, first with revelations that she had been cheating on Matt with a colleague from Xerox, then that she had spent all their money, and had tied up their shared assets in a mountain of debt and red tape he could never untangle.
When they foreclosed on Matt's house (that he owned before he even met Eva, I might add), it was the most depressed and distraught I had ever seen him. He couldn't even scrape together enough money to rent an apartment and was... suicidal? I don't think so... but he just didn't think he could get any lower. Being uncontrollably broke and being forced to depend on the generosity of others is beyond humbling for a guy like Matt... I knew it killed him. But I also knew I was the best option he had and probably the only person who could give him his spare bedroom without making it seem any more depressing than it was.
The first few nights we drank and talked into the wee hours... several times the talk turned to how undesirable he would be as a destitute divorcee living in his buddy's house like a teenage kid, and Sarah and I both tried to tell him it was all bullshit and he'd be back on his feet and back in the game in no time. But when you're feeling sorry for yourself and you're several glasses of single malt whiskey into an evening, anything at all that comes to your brain is likely to escape your lips whether it should or not. That went for all of us.
In our hot tub late one evening after Matt had mostly stabilized at our house, but still during our scotch whiskey drinking and old times discussing, he began telling me how lucky I was to have Sarah. Well no duh, if you're me, but that's what whiskey will do to you... it will make you forget that hey―she's right there and can hear everything you say―and 2) I'm right there, and it's me you're saying it to.
"I'm telling you man, you're the luckiest guy I know... I mean really... you've got... you've got a wife... who's just... fucking hot... AS HELL... I'm not kidding... I fuckin' love asians, dude... No offense, Sarah, but you've got the biggest fucking titties I've ever seen on an Asian girl... And dick sucking lips? What? And an ass to die for... you ever fuck that ass man? You ever fuck that ass?" Matt said in a drunken rant.
Don't worry―I was just as drunk as he was... "Nahhhhhh..." I truthfully replied, "She's not really into anal―but I did get some pictures with my dick in her ass once I could show you... but she won't let me do it for real... but dick suckin' lips? I'm telling you she gives the best blowjobs I have ever had man... the best. I mean it... she can suck a fuckin' dick dude." i replied.
Sarah hit me in the shoulder but was so much more drunk than either of us she couldn't mount much defense other than to say, "You guyyyyyyyyyyys!"
"Show him your tits, honey... show him!" I drunkenly slurred to her, reaching for her top myself.
Sarah made a half hearted attempt to stop me from taking her top off but just sorta laughed a drunken laugh and raised her arms up to help me when I persisted. I thought Matt's eyes would pop out of his head when she not only let me take her top off, but she stood up our of the water and pulled her arms behind her head right in front of him for him to get a good look.
How my pimp hand now? That's what I'm thinking... I'm on top of the world, and I got my beautiful Asian wife's big D's on her tiny former swimmer body on complete display for my hard luck friend. I'm pimpin'!
"You should sit on his lap honey and let him feel them... he hasn't seen boobs in more than a year, hon, you've heard him!" I said to my wife as I gave her a playful nudge from behind. That nudge was just enough in her drunken state to send her stumbling forward and directly into Matt's hands, but neither she nor Matt objected to the new arrangement and my dick was getting incredibly hard.
Sarah laughed and looked back at me with a drunken smile as Matt went to town on my wife's big brown titties... he squeezed them, groped them, rubbed them, bounced them in his hands, played with her nipples―and noticed when she began breathing heavily when his mouth got near them―so he began sucking and kissing them. Sarah was getting hot and I could tell from the way she adjusted herself in Matt's lap that his stiff cock had to be poking her somewhere below the bubbling spa water.
"When's the last time you had a blowjob?" I asked him as I scooted in closer for a better look at my friend mauling my wife's boobs.
They both looked directly at me but Matt answered, "years man... years."
I looked at Sarah and she looked at me, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing.
"Want that to change?" I asked.
Matt looked at me... he looked at my wife―who was staring intently into his eyes and possibly even touching or stroking his cock under the cover of the bubbles from the spa jets.
Matt grunted with a pained look on his face and said, "I.... I shouldn't... we―we're all drunk right now... I'm living with you... I can't believe I'm saying this but... I just... I don't think I should!"
Sarah looked shocked and almost a bit rejected and said, "You're turning down these big titties and my dick-sucking-lips because you're drunk? That's usually what makes most people say 'fuck yeah!'"
"I... I just... I uh.... uhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... oh! OH! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Matt said as I realized my wife really had slipped her hands into his swimsuit and was doing
