5.The Party Continues
Nancy emerged from the bathroom about five minutes later. She was still wearing her long skirt but had removed her demi-bra. She looked more beautiful than ever because she'd also removed the beret from her hair and let it fall down to her shoulders. Her high, pink-nippled breasts leading the way, she walked straight over to Allen and embraced him.
"Did Allen tell you guys that we have a special relationship?" she asked no one in particular. "He was kind enough to comfort me when my S.O.B. of a husband deserted me."
Allen grinned self-consciously at his friends.
Holding her hands over her naked breasts in an unconvincing show of modesty, Nancy asked Allen, "Could you help me again by taking off my skirt?"
He hesitated a few seconds then put his fingers under the elastic waist band of her skirt and pulled it down. It fell to the floor and gathered around her feet. Nancy, now wearing only a very tight pair of white bikini panties, freed her feet from the skirt. She then knelt down and picked up the skirt, which she draped over the nightstand next to the bed.
Next she turned to us, all five of us, and asked us how we liked her panties. As "Bob the driver," I decided not to voice an opinion. But the others did. Curtis said he'd like to get a closer look at them. Ben and C.J. said something similar. But none made a move toward her. They just stood staring at her virtually naked body.
Finally, Ben suggested something. "A good way to give our birthday boy a really close look at your panties would be for you to sit on his face. The girls at a club back home do that for their customers."
Allen and C.J. laughed.
"But how's that done?" asked Curtis. I think he was playing dumb.
Ben pushed him over to the bed and told him to lie down on his back with his feet toward the headboard. Then, turning to Nancy, he asked her, "Would you do that for him? I mean, sit on his face?"
"Yeah," said C.J. "That'd be a great birthday present."
She looked at me fleetingly as though seeking permission. I couldn't remember her ever sitting on a guy's face before, at least not while wearing panties. I remained deadpan, so she said to C.J., "OK. But you need to show me what you want me to do."
C.J. took Nancy by the hand and led her to the foot of the bed. Curtis's grinning face looked up at them from near the end of the bed. C.J. told her to climb on the bed and straddle Curtis's upper body. As she did this, he couldn't resist reaching forward and patting that perfect little ass of hers.
Nancy was soon astraddle Curtis's chest with her butt aimed toward the rest of us watching near the foot of the bed. Since his upper body was quite well developed and wide, she had to spread her knees pretty far apart. This meant that her pantied crotch was only about six inches above his face.
"Can you smell that pussy yet?" asked Ben. The others laughed.
Curtis sniffed her crotch loudly and said it smelled wonderful. The guys all laughed again, and Ben said Curtis was a lucky son-of-a-bitch. Allen smiled but didn't say anything. I wondered how happy he was about watching his sexual conquest being enjoyed by his friends.
Slowly, Nancy brought her crotch down so that it was only an inch or so above Curtis's face. She held it there for almost ten seconds before Curtis reached up with both hands, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her crotch straight down to his mouth.
As soon as this happened Ben and C.J. hooted and made obscene remarks (Allen was watching intently but remained silent). Under the noise I barely heard Nancy making several little "oh" sounds. At first, my viewing angle wasn't very good. So I moved over behind Ben and C.J., who, only three or four feet away from the foot of the bed, were leaning forward like home-plate umpires watching what was going on with Curtis's mouth and my wife's crotch. I looked over their shoulders and was treated to a wonderful sight.
Through her panties, Curtis's mouth was working fiercely against Nancy's cunt. His nose was buried between her ass cheeks. If she hadn't been wearing panties, his nose would've been poking right into her asshole. Nancy kept repeating, "Oh, oh, oh" as he sucked and licked her cunt through the now soaking-wet crotch panel.
Nancy, who'd been leaning forward on her arms as Curtis ate her through her panties, reached down with her right hand and began doing something to his cock through his loose trousers. I moved slightly to Ben's right to see what she was doing, but at first I couldn't make it out clearly.
I then stepped quickly to the side of the bed to get a better view. From there I could see that Nancy, her head held high, her eyes clamped shut, and her beautiful breasts bobbing slightly, was rubbing Curtis's hard cock through his pants. It also appeared that she was pressing her cunt down against his mouth as he continued eating her.
They kept up this mutual genital play for at least five minutes, accompanied all the while by the obscene statements of Curtis's friends. ("Look at how wet her panties are!" shouted C.J. "Pull them aside so you can get a better taste of her," suggested Ben.)
Curtis, meanwhile, was groaning his appreciation for what my wife was doing to his cock. But she was becoming quite aroused, too. Despite the rowdy noises coming from his friends, I could hear her saying, in her softest voice, "Oh, Curtis! Oh, yes, eat me just like that! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!"
This went on for another three or four minutes before Curtis removed his mouth from Nancy's crotch and rolled out from under her. He rolled Nancy over on her back with her head near the headboard. She lay there for a few seconds holding her naked breasts in her hands. Then she raised her knees. Curtis, curled up on the bed next to her, pulled her legs apart to give his friends a good look between her legs.
"That's a really wet pussy," said Ben. "I wonder how much of that is Curtis's spit and how much of that comes from her."
I stood slightly behind the guys and looked down at Nancy's cunt. Her panties weren't fully transparent, but they clung to her so tightly that I could clearly make out her pubic hair and the vertical ridges of her cunt lips beneath the wet fabric of her crotch panel.
Knowing that guys she'd just met were sharing this sight with me was making my hard cock throb. She was my wife, but strange men were getting to see what only I should be able to see. It was outrageous and shameful. But I loved it. What I really wanted was for these complete strangers to see and feel and smell and taste her even more. I wanted them to fully enjoy her body. I wanted them to make her cum right in front of my eyes.
C.J. suggested that Nancy try on another pair of panties since these were "soaked." Nancy looked down at her crotch as though confirming what C.J. had said before saying to Curtis, "They're in my Macy's bag there by the bed. Could you choose a pair for me?"
He started to crawl over her body to get to the bag. I decided to help him by picking it up and handing it to him on the bed. He went through the bag and tossed the items on the bed. These included a blouse, two pairs of pantyhose, another bra, and two pairs of panties. He was especially interested in the pair of purple crotchless panties we'd bought at a sex shop. Grinning, he held them up for his friends and stuck his hand through the open crotch to demonstrate their obscene cut.
