My Hot Wife's Coming Out Party -- Part II
By John Callden
Act IV --
Baseball Boy Slides Home
As Vee's soft white-cotton pullover slipped up and over her head, what little hold its fabric claimed over her marvelous braless breasts reluctantly gave way. Surrendering then to the force of gravity -- first one, then the other, bounced softly and came to rest with a playful jiggle.
The blended beauty and sensuality of this delightful image escaped neither her increasingly horny new athlete-playmate nor her equally excited husband (your humble narrator). The latter, you'll recall, has observed the splendor, thus far covertly, through a high-powered zoom lens attached to a then state-of-the-art video camera.
As the buff Canadian soaked up the sexy vision of loveliness returning his smile, he gently cupped my baby's mouthwatering C-cups in his hands -- softly, teasingly, rubbing her swelling nipples in a circular motion with his thumbs for what seemed minutes. After giving each a tender suck and soft lick, his lips drew a gleaming path of kissing and nibbling down her undulating ribcage and abs, making their way toward the soft wet crater he knew would soon enough surround his cock.
I had hoped for a shot of him slowly and teasingly peeling off her panties. But, alas, while patience may, indeed, be a virtue, it's not one of Vee's, especially when she's in all-out horn-ball mode. Anticipating its next stop, she grabbed and lowered her thong just seconds ahead of his tongue's arrival. This triggered an amazingly pleased smile and soft whimper from her lips as the lapping probe found its juicy target.
Might this guy know a
labia majora
from its
minora
inner-part and where exactly to concentrate his tongue when properly eating the combo? He'd just received the best cock-sucking job I'd
ever
seen, topped off by his admittedly first orally-induced nutting, so expectations would run understandably high.
So, on the off-chance he'd return the favor and cause
her
to cum with
his
mouth, I held my silence, lifted the camera, zoomed in on Vee's sweet cooch and the tongue slowly working its way around its moist perimeter, and hit "Record." My cock twinged as I watched his invading
lingua
enter her glistening vaginal hole as he began tongue-fucking her in, out and around. In one smooth action his left hand retreated from her soft right tit and quickly found its way to her pussy, where 2 fingers spread her lips to expose her hiding bud and his tongue moved to in a series of flicks and licks, eliciting a quite familiar moan from my life-partner.
"I want to sit on it," Vee cried out abruptly. Wait... what? She was asking him to stop eating her out? WTF?
The mystery was quickly solved once I noticed she was staring at his impressive cock. Damn -- It had already nearly returned to its previous rock-hard state, just minutes after creaming in Vee's mouth.
His lips still busy downtown, he somehow managed to reply, "I thought I'd lick you a while and make you
cum
in
my
mouth. What, no good?" Guess he got the memo.
"Ummmmm. I want you
deep
inside of me. Come lay next to me."
"I'm getting the tap?"
I bit my
own
tongue to contain a laugh at the well-timed Seinfeld reference, which, thankfully, flew right past Vee. Levity aside, I, too, had hoped the oral maneuvers had lasted longer, if for no other reason than to get Vee's response and ultimate orgasm to various moves on tape.
I'd hoped to witness some righteous cunnilingus beyond the stock pancake/vortex moves pleasuring my little girl. That's right -- as a training film of sorts, and why not? What better way to become a better pleaser of my own wife's needs?
But I suspect the not-too-bright ballplayer had gotten too fancy, perhaps even unleashing the at-the-time-oft-cited Sam Kinison "Alphabet" technique (which, quite frankly, I've
never
found to actually work on
any gal
).
Meanwhile, her hand grabbed his cock before his repositioning was fully complete. She bent and spit on the knob, completely wetting him by spreading her spittle along his shaft with her fingers. Moving her hand up and down; back and forth, she tested the degree of both stiffness and slickness her actions accomplished.
"Mmmmmm." She watched with wonderous delight as the cock in her palm responded to her gentle strokes, which now included his balls, and quickly came to full raging erection.
Speaking slowly as she placed cool soft kisses all over his hot hard-on, "Each time I felt you throb in my mouth my mind went wild imagining this torpedo diving
deep
into my pussy." She then clenched both hands around it, one atop the other as though, oddly enough, gripping a baseball bat, and spit on, then thoroughly engulfed the protruding remaining shaft and the throbbing head atop it.
"Just look at that... " she mused, gawking at her warm, meaty treasure with wide, adoring eyes and a lustful smile before slurping a long wet lick down its jizz-and-saliva glazed underside, then adding impishly, "... it's sooo biiiig." I had to smile, myself, immediately recognizing Vee's classic expression, which translated to "BJ over. Time to sit on it."
And sure enough -- with that, she pivoted to face the recumbent hard body and smoothly straddled his groin, grasping his cock gently between her fingers and swirling the head to tease her clit and anxious wet hollow, until finally inserting his tumescent knob with a hard squint, a big smile, and an audible "oooh." As her pelvic motions slowly worked it in and out, submerging a little more meat with each gentle thrust, the ooohs becoming first ohs and then oh babies, I witnessed yet another milestone. Someone else's cock was working its way into my wife's eagerly, no -- hungrily, receptive pussy. And each stroke was bringing an unexpected metamorphosis to her entire face.
"Ohhh baby, that's sooo good: I
love
how your cock feels inside me," she purred, bending down to first lick and suck his neck, then opening her mouth wide to engulf his eagerly awaiting lips and tongue. And at that same moment, I watched her
very slowly
slide herself all the way down to his balls, managing a budding groan of joy despite the lip-lock as his long, hard cock
completely
disappeared into her cooch.
"Touchdown," she called with another salacious smile, then began working herself up and down his shaft. She took it deep into her vag, splitting her inner labia lips, which stretched wide to grasp his diameter, and rolling her eyes each time she reached bottom. The increasing scarlet flush in her cheeks, plus the rhythmic moans and widening grin, told me the all-too-familiar sounds of my love's orgasm were only moments away, and I knew this would certainly be a major toe-curler.
"Don't cum, yet, " she whispered, "don't stop -- don't stop."
"You're doing all the work, kid," lover-boy reminded her, matter-of-factly. Then, following a short pause, asked a
truly
stupid question -- "Do you
like
how I feel inside you, babe?"
"Shut up and Fuck Me,"
