My Teasing Wife

When I told Vikki that I invited some of the guys over to watch the big game, she smiles and says, 'I'll have to buy something new for the night.'

I know how my wife loves to tease and to be lusted after, so I laugh as I say, 'New and...sexy, you mean.'

'Why, whatever do you mean?' she says coyly.

'I know you well enough to know what you're up to. But I warn you, one day you will push them too far. When it happens don't come crying to me, is all I'm going to say.'

Naturally my wife ignored my advice and dressed in her new clothes ready for the guys to arrive. The tiny pink shorts were the tightest shorts I'd ever seen. I could see by the way they fitted so snuggly to her pussy that she wasn't wearing anything under them. The cropped sports bra sort of covered her large breasts but gave them no support so they bounced and jiggled with every step she took. Her long pink knee socks and porn-star stiletto shoes really added an extra touch of slut to an outfit that was already making promises I hoped she wasn't willing to keep.

I shook my head as I told her, 'You aren't seriously going to wear that all evening, are you?'

'Why not,' she says in an innocent tone.

'Because you know how guys get when they've had a few drinks. If things get out of control, don't bother looking for me, I'll be watching the game.'

'You're being silly now,' she says as she kisses my cheek. 'You know I only like to tease. I never deliver, not unless it is to you.'

'Just remember, I warned you.'

The doorbell chimes and Vikki races me to answer it.

'Oh hi, Danny,' she says as though she wasn't expecting anyone.

My best friend runs his eyes over my wife, who I know he has had the hots for since the first time he saw her. 'You look nice tonight, Vikki.'

'She looks slutty,' I say.

'I said, nice,' he says as he runs his eyes over her once more. Poor Danny, you'd think he would be used to my wife's antics by now, but she gets his motor running every time.

'Come on,' I say, taking my friend by the hand and leading him away before he starts to drool on the carpet.

I'm getting Danny and me a beer, so Vikki answers the door again when it chimes. When she enters the kitchen, she has her arms around Jack and Barry, one of her big tits pressed against each of them. By their expressions I can tell they are loving having my wife pressed against them this way.

'Who wants a beer,' I ask to try and distract them from Vikki's tits.

The doorbell chimes and Vikki dashes off, with everyone, including me, watching her ass as she goes.

'Fuck me!' says, Jack. 'Your wife always looks good but she's smoking hot tonight, Nick.'

'I know, but just remember, she is my wife not a waitress in some cheap bar. So, hands off, OK!'

'Hell, I was only looking,' says Jack as he holds his hands up defensively.

'Yeah, Nick,' says, Danny. 'We were all only looking and we all know how much Vikki likes to be looked at.'

'Come on, the game will be starting soon.'

Vikki leads Mike, the last man to arrive, to us and I go to fetch him a beer.'

When I enter my games room, where the big TV is, I see that the guys are all standing around Vikki in a circle as she laps up all the attention.

'Shit, girl,' says, Jack. 'Could those shorts be any tighter?'

'Not without cutting of the circulation to her pussy,' I say as I come up behind them.

They guys all jump guiltily and I shake my head. This is going to be a long evening.

I hand Mike his beer and we sit to down watch the game that is just starting.

Vikki leaves us, but she is back all too soon with bowls of potato chips and nuts. She makes a show of bending over low as she places them on the little tables between the two sofas we are occupying.

'Come on, love,' I say, they guys are here to see the game, not your ass!'

'I'm fine,' says Mike, Vikki's ass only inches from his face.

'For fucks sake,' I say but the guys are laughing.

Vikki pouts at me as she slowly leaves the room again.

She is back within minutes with fresh beers which she insists on handing around as she opens them. Every time she pops the lid on a beer, her tits bounce and shake. Even I confess to getting a little hard watching her. I can't imagine how the guys are feeling as they only get to watch her performing like this for them every so often.

This time Vikki squeezes in between Mike and Barry on one of the sofas. 'Who's winning?' she asks like she cares. I bet she doesn't even know who is playing.

I'm doing my best to watch the game so I miss what happens, but suddenly Vikki is giving one of her deep, throaty laughs, so I know something happened. I give Mike and Barry and glare before turning back to the game.

'Why don't you get us some more beers,' I suggest, to get rid of my wife, if only for a few moments.

'Sure,' she says. As she stands, she places a hand on Mike and Barry's thigh, dangerously close to their crotch as she lifts herself up.

'Vikki!' I say, but she only smiles at me as she struts by, with her tits bouncing in my face.

When she returns with her tray of beer and an opener, even I don't bother to ask why she didn't open the bottles in the kitchen. We all stop watching the game and watch Vikki's tits bounce as she opens each bottle in turn and hands them out.

This time, Mike takes hold of Vikki and pulls her down onto his lap. 'Spare me,' I mutter but I turn back to the game.

The next time I glance over at them, Vikki has her arm over Mike's shoulders and her tits up near is face. But Mike's eyes seem to be in the game, so I don't bother to say anything.

'I gotta piss,' says Mike.

After he has left the room, Vikki says, 'I'll get us some more chips and things.'

'Sure, whatever,' I say, glad to be rid of her distracting influence.

It is only when my beer gets low that I realise neither Mike or Vikki have returned. I decide it's time I find out where my wife is. I head to the kitchen but I stop just outside it. I can hear muffled moans that sound suspiciously like my wife having sex. I tell myself that I must be wrong as I peek around the corner of the doorway.

My friend Mike, has my wife, pushed back against the kitchen bench with her sports bra pushed up, allowing her big tits to fall free and her tight shorts around her knees as he fingers her. By the look of it Mike had at least two or three fingers inside my wife's pussy and each time her slams them into her, Vikki's tits jiggle and bounce in his face.

'Oh, Mike, that feels so fucking good,' says Vikki, doing her best to keep her voice down.

'Yeah you teasing, little slut, you had this coming to you for a long time now!'

I can't disagree with Mike sentiments. After all, only this afternoon I warned Vikki that she would push the guys too far one day. It seems that day has arrived.

All the same, I know I should be stopping this. But, the longer I watch, the harder my cock gets. It seems I can't take my eyes of Vikki's bouncing tits. I tell myself it is only a fingering after all. It's not like they are actually fucking! So, I continue to watch as Vikki clings to my friend and kisses him as she orgasms in my kitchen.

'Fuck, I needed that so much!' she says as Mike pulls his fingers out of her sloppy pussy.

I watch as he sticks his fingers into her mouth and says, 'Suck them clean, you dirty slut!'

Vikki doesn't seem to be fazed by being called a slut in her own home, so I don't bother to intervene. I watch instead as my wife wraps her full, sensuous lips around Mike's fingers and sucks her pussy juices off them.

When Vikki starts to wiggle back into her tight shorts, I hightail it back to the games room and sit down before they see me.

Mike is the first to come back. He sits down and I see him have a quick conversation with Barry and I wonder if he is telling him about how he fingered Vikki.

Vikki finally arrives with the fresh bowls of chips and nuts before I send her off for more beer.

'I got to pee too,' says Barry as he follows Vikki out of the room.

I give them a couple of minutes before I go after them. They aren't in the kitchen, so I go to the bedroom and peek in. Vikki is sitting on the edge of our bed with her sports bra tossed on the floor. Barry's jeans are around his knees and his cock is jammed up between my wife's huge tits.

'Oh fuck!' he says, 'I've wanted the fuck these big babies for so long!'

I know how he feels. I wanted to fuck Vikki's tits the first time I saw them too. I of course have fucked them a number of times now, but I'm hoping this is his first time. This I know I should be stopping. I'd allowed Mike to finger Vikki, justifying it to myself by saying that it wasn't really fucking. But tit fucking, by its very name says it's fucking. But, is it really fucking? I mean, his cock isn't actually inside my wife, is it? I tell myself, if he tried to put his cock inside Vikki, that would be different. That I would stop, because that would make me a cuckold and that is something I don't want to be.

'Come on,' says my wife. 'Less talk and more fucking. We can't let anyone catch us.'

I know how adaptable Vikki can be and I marvel at how she is able to bend her face low enough to catch the tip of Barry's cock between her lips each time he thrusts upward.

'Yes, yes,' moans Barry. 'Do that you fucking slut, suck my dick, while I fuck your gorgeous tits!'

Shit, is this what I just said I would stop? After all, Barry's cock is inside Vikki's mouth. But she's not really blowing him, is she? It's just the tip of his cock rubbing against her lips, I tell myself. Maybe I could let this slide for just a little longer.

'Ssh,' Barry. 'Don't talk so loud!'

I can see that Barry is lost in the moment and doesn't care. He has his cock buried deep between Vikki's tits, while she sucks on his fat cockhead. Who would be interested in anything else, including someone finding them doing it.

'And don't even think about asking me to swallow,' says Vikki. 'I'm not that much of a slut.'

Good for you, darling!

I think to myself as I continue to watch the action from behind the door.

'Hell, woman, where to you want me to shoot my cum?'

'I don't know, just anywhere other than in my mouth.'

'Can I come over your tits?'

'If you really want to. I can always wash it off again.'

'Your tits it is then.

Barry is really pumping my wife's tits hard and fast now. As much as I'm enjoying the show, and I want to watch him blow a load over Viki's tits, but I also need to get back to the game before someone comes looking for the three of us.

'God, bitch, I'm gonna blow.'

'For fuck's sake, Barry. Point your cock at my tits then, not at my face!'

I nearly laugh at Barry's panicky attempt to pull his cock free in time to direct his cum over my wife's tits rather than blowing it all over her face. He manages it just in time and I watch as the first big globs of cum blast all over Vikki's gorgeous tits.

Barry is using his hand now on his dick, milking the last of his cum out, so I beat a hasty retreat back to the games room. I sit down only a little before Barry enters, looking as guilty as hell as he sits down. I see him and Mike talking and I guess they are exchanging stories about my wife.

Vikki comes in a couple of minutes later. I guess she had to clean herself up first.

'For fuck's sake,' I say to her. 'Where the hell are the beers. You've been gone for ages.'

'I'm sorry, Love,' she says. 'I got tied up with a phone call from my sister.'

Shit, surely she could have thought of something better than that!

Barry, who is sitting next to me says, 'I didn't hear the phone ring.' I glare at him, and he shrugs and says, 'But then I guess I am watching the game.'

'I'll get the beers straight away.' Vikki dashes from the room and returns a couple of minutes later. We all stop to watch her open the bottles and hand them out. When she reaches Jack, he stares at her chin. He laughs as he says, 'Shit, darling, you got cum on your chin.' Jack turns to me, with a big grin all over his face. 'Hell, Nick, couldn't you at least wait until after the game.'

Now what do I say? Barry and Vikki know it's not my cum on her chin. If I try to claim it as mine, to save my wife's honour, what does that say about me? That would really make me a cuckold. Before I have the chance to decide, Vikki looks at me and says, 'Oh, Nick, I'm so sorry!'

Fuck, that's blown it!

Now everyone knows it's not my cum.

Now what do I say?

'So,' says Jack, looking around the room. Barry has his head hung low, trying to avoid everyone, including me. 'Ah, fuck no, not you?' says Jack. 'You dirty, little prick. You didn't, did you?'

When everyone joins in, Mike says, 'You're supposed to be Nick's friend, and you do something like that behind his back?'

'Yeah well, I saw what you did too, Mike,' I say. 'So don't you go acting all innocent now.'

Jack looks shocked. 'OK, Mike, what did you do?'

'He fingered me in the kitchen,' says Vikki.

'And what about you, Barry? How did your cum end up on Vikki's chin?' demands Jack, as though he has the right to interrogate everyone.

'It was just a quick tittie fuck,' says Vikki, her head hung low now.

Danny, who has been sitting next to me the whole time jumps to his feet and says, 'You dirty, lowlife scum. Oh, not you Vikki. I meant this pair of assholes. How could you do something like this behind Nick's back.

'They didn't, not really,' says Vikki. She looks at me. 'I saw you peeking at us. You saw what we were doing, and you didn't stop it, did you?'

All eyes turned on me. I fell myself blushing.

Danny looks down at me. 'As that right, you knew what they were doing, and you were OK with it?'

I shrugged. 'Sort of.'

'For fuck's sake! You pair still should have known better.' cries my best friend and I thought, good for you for being outraged. Then he said, 'I've known Vikki the longest. I should have been the first one to have a go with her!'

Vikki holds out her hand to him as she says, 'If you want a turn with me, come here, tiger.'

I watch, with the others, as Danny steps closer and takes my wife in his arms and they kiss. As they kiss, he grabs hold of her ass as pulls her hard against this stiffening cock.

Vikki starts to grind herself against him as she says, 'Christ, when did you get such a big cock, Danny.'

'I've always had a big cock, you just were never interested enough before to find out.'

'Well, I am now,' she says as she rubs her hand over Danny's crotch. 'Fuck, that's a monster.' She looks at me. 'You gonna stop me if I fuck Danny?'

I throw my hands in the air. 'Hell, why not go for it!'

Danny pulls Vikki's top over her head and tosses it aside.

On the TV the game is still going on, but no one was bothering to watch it now as Vikki wiggles out of her tight little shorts. Danny pulls his jeans down. My wife is now standing naked, except for her sexy knee socks, as Danny puts her on her knees and mounts her from behind.

'Oh, God, that feels so good!' cries my wife as my best friend slips his cock into her pussy.

A cheer goes up from the rest of the guys, but it doesn't seem right for me to join in, so I silently watch as Danny fucks my wife.

Danny reaches around and takes hold of Vikki's swinging tits as he pumps his huge cock into her.

My wife looks over her shoulder at me, as she says, 'Why didn't you tell me, Danny has such a great cock? We could have been doing this for years?'

'Think about it, sweetness, that is probably why I didn't tell you?'

'Fuck, how are you going to stop Vikki fucking Danny now,' says Jack, a broad grin on his face.

'You're not funny,' I tell him.

Jack laughs as he gets up and walks over to my wife. He pulls open his jeans and takes out his cock. 'If Danny gets a fuck for knowing your hot, bitch the longest, surely I deserve a blowjob?'

'Don't call my wife a bitch,' I tell him.

'Nick, she's on her knees being fucked hard by your best friend and Mike has already fingered her in the kitchen and Barry's given her a tit-fuck that left cum on her chin. What else would you call her?'

I shrugged. 'I don't know. Just don't call her a bitch to my face.'

Jack drops to his knees. He caught my eye, as he said, 'OK, bitch, start sucking!'

Vikki seemed to settle things by simply taking Jack's cock in her mouth and starting to blow him as Danny continues to fuck her from behind.

'Hell,' said Mike, 'This is what I call entertainment. I could watch this all night.'

I didn't want to agree out loud, but I was sort of thinking something along the same lines. To me, Vikki has never looked more beautiful than she did right now, with a cock in both ends of her.

Danny pumped a load of cum into Vikki before she can stop him. With her mouth full of Jack's cock, it was hard for her to talk.

Danny pulls out and walks back and sits next to me. 'I'm sorry, Nick. I shouldn't have done that!'

'Hell, I could have stopped you if it bothered me.'

Danny looked at me. 'How could you be right with us all using your Vikki like this?'

I looked over to where Vikki was still sucking Jack's cock. 'Vikki seems to be enjoying it.'

Mike stood up and walked to behind Vikki. He was staring down at her gorgeous ass as he asked me, 'Does the slut do anal?'

'Does Vikki do anal?' I said. 'Does Santa Clause own reindeer? Of course, Vikki does anal. You have seen her ass, haven't you?'

'Easy, Nick, I was only asking,' he said as he dropped to his knees behind my wife. 'I didn't want to stick my cock where it wasn't wanted.'

'Don't worry about,' I said. 'You can stick you cock in my wife's ass, she won't complain.'

'Thanks Nick, that's good to know.'

I watch as Mike lines up my wife's anus with the head of his cock and jams it into her. Vikki arches her back a little more, but that is all as Mike starts to ream out her asshole in front of the rest of us.

I find the remote and turn off the TV. No one is watching it anyway.

'I could use another beer,' I say. 'Anyone else want one?'

Everyone, except Vikki, raises a hand so I collect beers for everyone including Jack and Mike. As I hand them out, Barry sakes, 'Do you mind if I do Vikki in the ass too?'

'Hell, why not. You already did her tits. Why not do her ass too?'

'Gee, thanks Nick,' he said, my sarcasm lost to him.

Jack cums in Vikki's mouth a goes back to the sofa. I know Barry is waiting for Mike to finish with Vikki's ass and Danny just fucked my wife's pussy so I figure it's about my turn so I go and kneel in front of my wife. 'Hi, you gonna blow me now?'

'I suppose I should after you allowed me to have all this fun with the guys.'

'Yes, I suppose you owe me that much at least.'

'Don't worry, I know I owe you more than one blowjob, but don't you try thinking this is going to be a one-off event. Now that we've started, I want to have sex with your friends on a regular basis, especially Danny. God, that man's got a great cock!'

'Yeah, but can you keep it down to once a week or something like that.'

'I'll do my best.'

I knew I'd opened the genie's bottle now and the lid was never going to go back on. I was a cuckold, and nothing was ever going to change it.