Sometimes things just come out of the blue and what you think you want gets turned right on its head. I never thought for a second I'd be interested in sharing my very lovely and smoking hot wife with anyone else but, well, we went to an engagement party last week and events took a very interesting turn indeed. Suffice to say. I'm looking at things a whole lot differently now.
Back up a little -- you need to visualize this to really appreciate it.
So, I'm Dave. 40 years old, 6" tall. Short, dark brown hair. I keep pretty fit and without being vain or anything, I get plenty of appreciative looks and all.
My wife is Josephine, Jo for short, and she's a knockout. That isn't just me saying that by the way, she draws men's eyes wherever she goes. She's 28, and mixed Asian American. She has soft honey-colored skin, and long black hair. She's 5'4" and does ballet and works out in our home gym several times a week, so there isn't an ounce of extra weight on her. Her legs taper up to a draw-dropping peach of an ass and she has lovely full-but-pert breasts with ultra-sensitive nipples. In fact, sucking on those beauties while playing with her little shaved pussy is one of my favorite ways of bringing her to her first orgasm.
Now, about this engagement party. Some friends had decided after years to tie the knot and held a party to celebrate. They decided to make it all formal so we all ended up wearing tuxedos and dresses, just for the fun of it really, since we rarely dress up to go out.
Jo had got herself this black figure-hugging dress in some kind of stretch fabric that clung on to all of her gorgeous curves. It left her showing plenty of braless cleavage and rode way up above her knees. I was drooling as she tried it on.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" I said to her. This was our code word for a little bit of submissive sex play we indulged in now and again. If she was in the mood she'd let me know.
"Of course, what do want me to do?"
"Put on some sexy underwear for me?"
"Of course I will, silly."
With that she proceeded to roll on some sheer black stockings and secure them with her sexiest lace garter belt. Only then did she slip on a tiny black thong that just about covered the tantalizing bulge of her pussy, leaving just enough to the imagination. She always puts those on last, for obvious reasons, the little minx. She slipped into the obligatory 'fuck me' heels and then wiggled her almost bare ass at me, laughing, knowing what she was doing to my already rock-hard cock.
"So, will you unwrap me later then?" she asked.
"Yes, fuck yes," I said. "How about now?"
"No way mister, we'll be late and I'll have to get ready again. Let's get this party of the way and then we can really enjoy ourselves."
And it was a really cool party -- lots of good-looking bright young things were there dressed smart but sexy. Jo has a thing about men in suits and I could tell she appreciated all the tuxedo-clad manhood there. For my part my eyes were on stalks at all the gorgeousness on display. Most of the women there had gone a similar route to Jo, and were dressed in a rainbow of fancy but flimsy dresses that revealed acres of thigh, flashes of panties and swollen cleavages.
Many of our friends were there, including Jo's best friend Chloe and her new boyfriend Jim. I'd had a thing about Chloe for ages, but hell, I was only human. I think everyone did. She is a stunning dark-skinned beauty who stands about 5' 7". She has one of those voluptuous bodies that seem to have been designed to draw gasps from the opposite sex. Tonight she had on a tight-fitting silky white dress that did everything to accentuate her huge but pert breasts, ridiculously tight waist and gorgeous ass. It wasn't one of those things though, Jo knew I fancied her and was cool with it. In fact she sent me off to dance with here, saying. "Have fun, you two. Warm him up for me will you, Chloe?" Damn. I knew I was in for a wild night, but I still had no idea just how wild.
So I danced with Chloe. She moved in close and pressed her amazing breasts up against me, so close I could feel her hardening nipples. I can't deny that my hands around her waist slipped down from time to time to feel the swell of her pert ass.
While this was happening I saw Jo dancing with any number of lucky partners, she was always in demand. At once stage I saw her dancing with Jim, Chloe's tall, blond, well-built boyfriend. I had a momentary shock when I saw both his hands cupping my wife's barely covered ass, but I could hardly complain since I was doing the same thing to her best friend. I met Jo's eyes and she grinned and winked lasciviously. Next, she danced with my buddy Paulo. He's a tall, dark-haired guy, with those handsome dark Latin looks that all the girls seem to like. That's probably not all they like too since he's infamous, at least amongst the guys in our circle, for his huge cock. But he's a mild-mannered guy and not big on hitting on the chicks. Although I did notice a telltale bulge as my wife briefly rubbed her ass against him. She looked up and grinned at me, I wonder if she suspected what he was packing? Did I mention that she likes to flirt, although that's where it ends. Usually. Anyway, we were all having a whale of a time.
Then the party ended, too early it seemed. So we invited a few guys back to our place for a little after party. I was in two minds about this, since I wanted to fuck my wife into cum-filled orgasmic oblivion. But waiting was fun too, and I have patience, mostly. Chloe and Jim came back with us, as did Paolo, and two other couples we knew.
I put on some after party tunes, a bit low-key, a bit sexy, you know the stuff. We all shared a joint or two, some more drinks, and talked and laughed. Time passed and eventually the two couples said their goodbyes and left, leaving just the five of us.
"Look how smart we all are', said Chloe, 'I can't quite believe it's us. We should take some photos to remember this by."
Well, I'm quite a keen photographer and don't need asking twice to get out the camera and tripod, so that's what I did, sitting behind it on the arm of a sofa. I love the art of photography, but if I'm telling the truth, I also get a kick out of telling people where to stand and what to do.
"Ladies first," I said. "Let's get some sexy pics of these sultry beauties together." I said, half-joking, but it was obvious to all the guys that any pictures of these two smoking hot chicks just had to be sexy.
"OK, where do you want us, Dave?" said Chloe looking me right in the eye with a smile on her face. Everyone had drunk and partied enough to be well past any embarrassment. She and Jo stood up and I positioned them back to back against our large picture window which had no curtains, but looked out into the back yard. They squeezed back against each other, back to back, butt to butt, looking amazing.
"How about some stocking tops boys?" said Jo. Reaching behind her she grasped Chloe's thighs, and pulled her wickedly tight white minidress up above her stockings to reveal a couple of tantalizing inches of toned tan thigh.
"Well, if you want to play like that..." said Jo, laughing, and she reached back and slowly pulled Chloe's figure-hugging black dress up a similar distance.
