Janine (my wife) was not able to enjoy Tom as much as she would have liked because by the time they got together, it was near the end of the semester. She left the state for a summer job where she ended up breaking her knee. Broken knees tend to not be so great at performing arts colleges, so she never returned to the school. She was able to fuck and suck "that magnificent cock" as she puts it a few more times before the time came for them to part. She always tells me that the sex got better, and she learned how to handle a cock that size, both with her mouth and with her cunt, but she wasn't able to work it as much as she would have liked. Still, before she left, she did have one last night with Tom.
Lucky for her, there seems to be no shortage of guys in her world with good sized cocks that are looking for a 5'4" brunette with a perfect set of 34 C/D's who is a former dancer with a body to kill for. Imagine that.
The Last Hoorah ....
Usually when my wife is telling me about the men that have been inside of her, we are in the bed. She either has my cock in her hand and her mouth as she alternates between sucking me and rubbing me as she recounts her tales and watches and definitely feels my reactions, or she is fucking me and telling me how good it felt to have their cock inside of her. She has never been short on details with me because she knows how much I enjoy hearing everything about every encounter, and she can definitely feel what it does to me. At first she didn't know how she would feel about doing this but once she saw my reactions and how worked up I got over it, she has never looked back. Watching me get hot is what gets her hot. It's a great cycle.
We were out at a bar one night with a few other couples. She was wearing a pair of smoke grey "Capri" cuffed pants and some knee high black, leather boots with what had to have been at least 4-5" heels. Her shirt was a tightly meshed silk so you could barely see that she was wearing nothing underneath but a black bra. There was no doubt to anyone that she had an incredible rack under that shirt (a picture of which can be found on my profile). Talk is talk is talk. Since there were about 8 of us, the conversation tended to happen in small groups within the group itself. As it was, my wife was on my right and her friend was on my left (I was sitting in between them) and her husband was on the other side of her friend. My wife was talking to her and I was talking to her husband and I was about to suggest we move positions because it was starting to get uncomfortable when the magic word popped into the conversation: "threesome." I don't know who brought it up and I didn't really care.
As I was half listening to the conversation the girls were having, that word, as it has a tendency to do, just seemed to be louder than all the others, even though I am pretty sure my friend's wife whispered it. They were talking about threesomes that they had each had, but in no great detail. Since my wife's friend is pretty hot, I wanted to stay and listen to what she had to say, but the girls had to get next to each other to finish the conversation. My wife saw the look of consternation on my face when we had to move and when I slid out of the booth to let her friend out so they could sit next to each other, she discreetly grabbed my cock and whispered she would make it up to me later.
As much as I tried to keep and ear to their conversation, it didn't happen. I couldn't hear shit, but judging from my wife's and her friends' reactions, I could tell there was some good story telling going on. My wife has had a couple threesomes in her life, and they are pretty hot. One of my favorites is her first one, and I couldn't help but think about that one all fucking night.
After a while, we all decided to head to another place to continue the evening. I had parked out back and when we passed the back of the restaurant my wife said "did I ever tell you about the time I got fucked up against a wall in the outside back of a bar while there were people just around the corner sitting on the patio eating dinner?" She knows just how to work me up. I told her she had told me about that but now was not the time. I told her there is no way we are going anywhere without me getting some road head. She said she could do better than that.
I opened the door for her, let her into the truck and went around to my side to get in. When I opened the door, she had her top off and she was wearing a torn, black, see through, lace bra. It looked like it had been ripped off of her and barely hung to her shoulder from where the side strap and lace was ripped. I asked her what happened to her bra. She put her finger to her pursed lips as if to say "Shhhhhh", grabbed my cock and started kissing my neck.
"Drive" was all she whispered into my ear.