I wrote this story to read with my wife, she likes to read stories while I finger her, she lays on her front in bed with her hips raised on a few pillows and we read together as I tease her. She liked this one a lot. I tried to write a story where the action was mostly described in dialogue. Let me know if you like it.
Beth and Peter had lived in Walnut Tree Close for nearly 20 years; they'd been married for more than 30. Beth had filled out a little since they married but she had kept her figure with a rounded ample bottom and still firm breasts, she dressed well and chose clothes to emphasize her fuller figure. Her hair was a little greyer now but with a little attention from the hairdresser she could easily have passed as younger. Peter had filled out a little as well but he still looked ok, greying himself now.
They were very happy, still deeply in love and although the first flush of desire had mellowed they still enjoyed a relaxed, familiar love life.
They loved life on the Close and knew all the neighbours who they would have called friends, if not perhaps close friends. There were only 6 houses on the Close, they lived in one of the 2 houses at the end, the other belonged to a couple who they had known for at least 15 years, so they were sad when they decided to move away to be closer to their children and their families.
The new couple, Patrick and Ellen, who moved in were only 30 or so and were trading up to a larger house. Patrick was a tall muscled man, not good looking but he had something attractive about him. Ellen was a small petite woman with a slight figure and they looked slightly miss-matched together as he was at least a foot taller than her.
They settled in quickly being very outgoing and were rapidly treated as one of the Close group and a in a short period seemed to have been there for years.
Ellen and Beth soon became good friends. Beth, a keen gardener, helped Ellen develop the much bigger garden she now had and often gave her plants and endless advice which she really appreciated.
Patrick and Peter were friendly, sharing an interest in cars which they talked about endlessly and Peter helped the younger man with the, apparently, continuous maintenance which their cars seemed to need.
The couples socialised occasionally, the odd dinner or barbecue which were low key relaxed affairs.
A few months after they moved in Beth was upstairs sorting out some washing and as she passed the landing window she saw Patrick and her husband in deep conversation, probably talking about cars again she thought, but it was some long time until Peter came back in and he looked a little bothered about something.
"Something wrong with the car Dear." She said
"No nothing like that, the cars fine. It's just something Patrick was saying. Never mind I'll tell you later, later tonight."
Beth was intrigued, she didn't like secrets but he wouldn't budge so she decided to wait until "later" whatever that meant.
It was not until they were in bed that Peter would talk about it and as they settled down in bed she pressed him on it.
"Why on earth did we have to be in bed before you tell me what you and Patrick were talking about for so long today?"
"Because he said it would be better to tell you then. We agreed it would be best, so come on give me a cuddle and I'll tell you."
"A cuddle?"
"Yes snuggle up and I'll tell you, you won't believe it I promise you"
"If I know anything about you my love a "Cuddle" means you boys were discussing something, shall we say, adult in nature. Out with it, it obviously bothered you a little."
But she snuggled up under his arm and he cuddled her in as she put her leg on his, her head on his chest.
"What won't I believe?"
"Well we were just talking as normal when he suddenly started talking about a fantasy he had."
"A fantasy, what fantasy."
Peter eased her a little closer and traced his finger down her back to gently rest in the valley between her cheeks.
"He said his favourite fantasy was to imagine watching Ellen with another man."
"Another man?"
"Yes and he went into some considerable detail, I couldn't believe it."
"What did he say?"
"He said he wanted to watch Ellen with another man, watch her touch him and him touch her. He wanted to see her stroke his, well to use his words, cock. To squeeze it and tease it 'till it was really hard."
"My God, he just said it like that."
"Not just that, he wanted to watch the man touching her, touching her between her legs, stroking her with his fingers and sliding one inside her. He wanted to watch them kiss and touch each other until Ellen was wet and the man was fully hard. And then he wanted to watch them fuck, wanted to watch as the man slid his cock into her as she lay on her back, legs spread wide and fuck her deeply."
"I don't know what to say, I mean to just tell you like that."
Peter pulled her closer and reached to cup her breast and finding her nipple already a little raised he squeezed it gently. Beth stirred against him and reaching for him lightly rested her hand on his growing erection.
"You're already hard I see." She said as she touched the exposed tip softly with her fingers and began to press his leg between hers more firmly.
"I've been semi hard all day, I couldn't stop thinking about it. He said he wanted to watch Ellen on top of the man, riding him, wanted to watch from behind as his cock slid in and out of her and then what he really wanted to see was Ellen on knees, bent over as the man fucked her from behind, holding her hips as he went as deep as possible. And that's not half of it."
"There's more?"
"Oh so much more. He said all men would secretly like to see their wives fucked like that. And he was right, so right, I love to think of you doing that, would love to see you touching another man like you're touching me now, like that, yes just like that. Exciting some man and then fucking him, a big hard cock sliding into you."
Beth was squeezing his leg hard now, rubbing herself on his leg as he twisted her nipple more roughly and her hand on him more urgent, teasing the hard flesh as she moaned.
"Get on top of me, now please and slide me in as I tell you more."
Beth kneeled astride him and slid his, now solid cock, deep into her and lay on him whispering in his ear.
"I never knew you wanted to see me do that, I can't believe you'd watch as I let another man do that."
"God yes, He really got to me, the thought of you on your hands and knees just taking a..., just enjoying an animal fuck is so exciting. He said he was going to go home and fuck Ellen for a long time tonight; he'll be fucking her now. He knew we'd be fucking too, he told me. He told me to tell you all and he said he was going to tell Ellen as he fucked her."
Beth groaned and ground her pussy on him moving his cock deep within her.
"Don't move please, if you do that I'll come and I haven't told you everything yet. He said Ellen was very easily aroused; he fucked her all the time. She loved being fucked from behind, they piled some pillows on their bed and he fucked as she bent over them, he said she came really easily like that and he would be taking her like that tonight, now this minute, as he told her what we'd said."
Beth moaned and couldn't stop her hips moving on him.
"Please don't move, just lay on me, I can't take much more. He said he found you very attractive. He said he really loved your bottom, he wanted to fuck you bent over, fuck you slowly until you came."
"He didn't say that, I don't believe he said that."
"He did, he said he'd watched you in the garden bending over and he got hard and could barely resist the urge to fuck you. He said we should get together and I could fuck Ellen as he watched and he would fuck you as I watched.
Beth moaned and ground her pussy against him hard, circling her hips, "I'm going to come," she gasped.
"He said you would, he said if I told you you'd fuck me and you'd come thinking of his cock in you and Ohh.. yes.. yes..."
They came together, long and hard, Beth writhing, squeezing his pulsing cock as she moaned, thrilling to the images they shared.
The next morning she woke as Peter snuggled up behind her, she could feel his cock between her thighs pressing between her cheeks and as she went to relieve herself she knew he would want her back in bed and he fucked her again, slowly and comfortably from behind as they both thought about what Patrick had said.
The day was bright and sunny and she planned to garden, the front needed weeding and she was a little surprised when Peter suggested she wear an old pair of cut down jeans she used to wear years before.
"I don't know where they are for God's sake and anyway they were really a little too tight on me, and a bit short for me nowadays"
But Peter persisted and said "Oh but I dug them out, here they are and they are stretchy so I'm sure they'll be fine and it's going to be hot today."
She was reluctantly persuaded and although she thought them too tight and too short she put them on and after breakfast went to weed the front.
She hadn't been weeding long when she became aware of someone watching her, she turned and Patrick was standing by the fence just looking at her, bent over the front bed, next to the house.
"Hello you." He said " What a bright and beautiful morning we have."
"Hello Patrick, what are you doing today?" She answered brightly feeling embarrassed given what Peter had told her and what they had done last night.
"Oh nothing much, just admiring the view, I must say I like your shorts."
Beth coloured and not knowing what to do went back to weeding, saying over her shoulder "Well I'm sure you have things to do."
But he didn't move, laughing as he said "No, I think I'll just watch for while, I'm enjoying the view. There is little better than watching an attractive woman on her knees."
Beth cursed Peter for persuading her to wear those shorts and she bent back to weed conscious of his eyes on her, feeling the warmth of the sun her upturned buttocks and him enjoying her discomfort as he watched her tight bottom and they both imagined what he might do.
She was meeting Ellen for coffee later and she was finding it hard to get the picture of her friend bent over pillows on their bed being slowly fucked while Patrick told her what he and her husband had talked about.
Ellen was her normal cheerful self over coffee with a twinkle in her eye as she asked Beth if she slept well.
"Yes, really well actually, right round to the morning."
"I'm not surprised, we slept well. I assume Peter told you what my conniving husband got him up to?"
"Ellen so I'm so sorry. They shouldn't have discussed us like that. I've told Peter he has no business saying those things, thinking those things."
