New Years Eve Iss Wins Her Pussy

"It was the sexiest kiss I've ever seen," I told my wife thinking back to the one Jake had given her at midnight on New Years Eve just a couple of weeks before. "It was that kiss that gave me the idea," I said. "I think you should be with him. I don't think I'll ever be the same. I think you should fuck Jake."

"Really?" she said. "I liked it too," she confessed. "You really didn't mind? You wouldn't care if I fucked him?"

"I loved it, especially when you shared tongues and he put his hand on your bottom right there in front of everyone at the party," I said, "massaging your ass cheeks and pulling up your dress in the back. We all loved it," I said.

"I liked that too," she said with an embarrassed smile. "I have to admit, it made my panties wet," she declared with a grin.

"It was clear you wanted him to fuck you that night. Isn't that right?" I asked as I placed a kiss on her cheek. Her only answer was a nod, and I kissed her again and pulled her against me.

"You should have let him," I said.

"I wanted to," she confessed, "but there was so many people there."

You didn't mind him kissing you in front of all those people?"

"I think it even made it more exciting," she said. "I got a tingle in my pussy and I didn't even care who was watching. Yes, I wanted him inside of me that night, really bad. All night that was all I could think about, feeling him push his cock into me."

"I've fantasized about him fucking you after seeing him kiss you that night," I told her.

"Really?" You never told me." I explained how I had pictured them fucking, her sucking on his erection and his cock pushing into her pussy, spreading her labia apart and sinking deeper into her. Do you still want to?" I asked.

"I think so," she said cautiously. "In fact," she said blushing, "I really want to."

"Then you should," I said. "All you'd have to do is kiss him like the last time. He'll take the hint and you'll get your pussy fucked. I know he has the hots for you. That kiss was clear evidence. I'll bet he has jacked off to thoughts of being inside of your pussy many times."

"So you think he wants to?" she asked with a grin.

"I'm sure of it," I said. "He was telling you New Year's Eve when he gave you that kiss that he wanted to fuck my wife. He made it clear to everyone, even me. Yes, he really wants to."

"What should I do?"

"You should get him over here, give him another of those hot kisses and let nature take its course. You'll be fucking within the hour," I said.

"I'd like that," she replied with a wide grin, putting her arms around me and giving me a hug and a sweet kiss that curled my toes.

When Jake arrived she met him at the door and wasted no time in getting to the kiss. He returned it with the same enthusiasm as she had and they stood for nearly a minute just inside the door holding one another in their arms, giving each other looks that made it clear what they wanted. I sat on the couch and watched and smiled when they finished and looked over at me. I nodded my head and motioned toward the bedroom.

"You may want some privacy for what comes next," I said. "She is yours for the night. She wants to fuck you. You earned it on New Years Eve," I said. His smile told me he agreed. As they walked to the bedroom she took him by the hand, leading him to our bedroom door. I watched them shut the door and I wondered what was happening in our room. I pictured them repeating the kiss, then I imagined her leading him to the bed, undressing as they went, then falling together against the pillows.

It was late morning when they emerged and they were still holding hands. The smile on her face said they had enjoyed their night. Later that night I asked her to tell me about it and she described everything without hesitating. He removed her clothes, then he put her down on the bed and crawled on top of her as if he'd been doing it his whole life, his erection pointing straight out toward the slit between her legs.

She said he entered her pussy just moments after they'd closed the door. She fucked him eagerly as they stretched out on the bed, him on top of her, his erection sliding in and out of her slowly. They kissed as they fucked, and my wife said she loved it, and she thanked me for encouraging her.

"After a kiss like that, how could I not let it happen?" I asked, kissing her as she told me about her night with Jake. They continued to fuck for most of the night, drifting off to sleep in between heated sex, then waking and going at it again.

I asked her if she planned on repeating the encounter again and she smiled, then nodded. "I surely do," she said, kissing me on the lips. "If you're okay with it."

"Do you ever think you could be comfortable with me watching the two of you have sex?" I asked.

"You'd really like that?" she asked, surprised that I would.

"I'd love that," I said. "I have thought about it, pictured it, longed for it and I certainly would love to see him pushing inside you, fucking you like teenaged kids. I can't think of anything I'd like more than that," I added.

"Well," she said, "if you'd like that, well, maybe." I immediately began imagining it in my head, picturing them fucking like minks. I saw her in my mind holding his cock in her hand with her tongue circling the head. I envisioned his stiff cock pushing into my wife's pussy, her legs spread and her knees wide. I saw her arch her back to meet his thrusts, and I smiled to myself as I pictured him fucking my wife.

"It doesn't make you jealous to think of me having sex with Jake?" she asked.

"It makes me happy that he can satisfy you. With the medication I take, I can't do that anymore, so I'm thankful that he can. I love that he can fuck you and make you come," I said. I'd just really like to see it."

"Well, maybe that can be arranged," she said with a grin.

It was two weeks later when I got the chance to watch them. He came over and I watched them kiss at the door, then she took his hand and led him over to me. We chatted a while before she led us both into the bedroom. I watched him undress her, taking his time, kissing different parts of her body as he removed a piece of clothing: her breasts, each nipple, then lowering himself until he was kissing her pubis, licking her lips and kissing her clitoris.

Before they got on the bed, she bent down and took his cock into her mouth, sucking on the tip and licking around the shaft. She took the length down her throat, then looked over at me and smiled and blew me a kiss. I returned it, then I watched her take the entire length, bobbing her head up and down, taking him each time deep to the back of her throat. I loved watching her suck him, and I spoke out and encouraged her to suck him good. Without taking her mouth off his cock, she nodded, telling me she would do her best.

They fucked after that for about thirty minutes, then as he pushed into her he began kissing my wife with an enthusiasm and passion I had expected for years. I watched them fuck and cuddle for about an hour, then I let myself out of the room and went down stairs. As I watched a game on television, my mind was still on the two of them, and I constantly thought back to what was happening on my bed in our room. Jake was fucking my wife and I was grateful, eager to hear her tell me all about it later the next day.

"He really does give me a lot of pleasure," she said when he had gone. "He is so thick and hard. I love feeling him inside of me."

"You really do look good together," I said. "I love watching him push it into you. You both seem to love doing it," I added. "How long have you wanted to fuck him?" I asked.

"Since before we were married," she said. "At the wedding I was so hot for him that I thought I'd explode. I have always been surprised that we hadn't done it before now."

"I've thought the same thing," I said. "I have been surprised that it hasn't happened before last night, especially as hot as you've been for him. When he kissed you on New Year's Eve, I knew it wouldn't be long before his cock was in your pussy. I knew you'd be blowing him soon after that. You like sucking his cock?" I asked.

"I really do," she said. "Especially when he comes in my mouth. I love how he tastes. Are you sure you don't mind?" I told her again how much pleasure it gives me to see him fucking her so well and giving her so much pleasure. She smiled and kissed me, as passionately as she ever had.

I have watched them many times since that first night, and as I sit here in my bedroom watching my friend fuck my wife, I think back to that kiss he gave her on New Year's Eve and I remember how sexy it was to see. He has fucked her in my bed, in our camper van, in a hotel room I bought for them, and at his place on many, many occasions. They have sex these days about once a week, sometimes more, and I watch them about once a month. Presently I am watching him fuck her from behind, pushing into her from a kneeling position. Her head is hanging down and she is moaning pleasantly as he fucks her from the rear.

"Oh god, yes," she says as he repeatedly pushes into her, then she looks over at me and smiles. I know by the look on her face that she is still grateful that I talked her into fucking Jake, and her cries when she comes makes me glad I did.

I don't really understand why I want it so bad, and I won't try to explain it. I just do and that is enough. From the first time I saw him kiss my wife at the New Year's Eve party, I've wanted to see them fucking like minks, and it gives me so much pleasure to think about and be able to see. I love her and I want her to be happy and satisfied. Since the medication keeps me from doing it adequately, I am happy he can. I know he has desired her for years, and it is okay for him to finally have her.

As I watch them fuck, as I enjoy seeing him push into her, I am so happy he can give her what she wants and needs. He reaches between her legs and scoops up some foam between then and puts it to her mouth. She smiles and licks it off his finger, then sucks on his digit like a candy pop. She moves down his body and takes his cock into her mouth and takes it to the back of her throat.

"I love fucking Jake," she tells me later that night as we cuddle in our bed and relive her time with him.

"I'm glad you do," I tell her, kissing her on the forehead. "I'm really thrilled that you enjoy it so much."