My wife Sara has always had a bit of a wild streak but kept it pretty well hidden. I have always suspected some adventures in her youth were kept from me but I choose not to ask specifics and rely on my healthy imagination. There was no doubt she was a beautiful woman - she was a lean 5'7" with amazingly long legs and a well - rounded yet tight ass.
Her most obvious charms were undoubtedly her long chestnut hair and wonderful full breasts. She fluctuated between a 34D and 36C - but preferred to be braless whenever she had the opportunity. She had a sweet and disarming demeanor that cast her as a sweet young lady but something about her always exuded a touch of naughtiness that really caught men's attention. I enjoyed being out with her and watching the reactions she caused on other men. In the summer she preferred to wear sundresses with only tiny g-string panties beneath. It gave her a look of angelic innocence with just a touch of sluttiness.
Things changed forever in our relationship during a week in July when my friend Dave came to visit us from Colorado. Dave has been a friend of mine for years and has become very close to Sara in the 3 years we have been married. I recall our wedding day as she walked down the aisle - looking like something out of a bridal magazine. Dave, my best man leaned over and whispered how lucky I was - from that day on he has always badgered me for details of our sex life. I would give him little hints but never divulge anything substantial - not wanting to tarnish the reputation of my beautiful new bride.
Dave's visit from the Rockies became a yearly event - each summer he would spend 10 days hanging out at our place on Cape Cod. I worked at home as an architect and Sara taught second grade. We were not rich but lived quite comfortably in a large 3-story condominium with direct access to a small semi-private beach. Due to the nature of my work and Sara's summer vacation we were able to take plenty of time off and show Dave a good time. Sara and Dave would typically spend the day on the beach and I would get some work done - usually meeting them later in the day for a few happy hour drinks at the local tiki bar. I felt completely comfortable with Dave spending so much time with my lovely Sara - he always treated her with complete respect and I know he would do anything to protect her. His visits were always filled with many laughs and casual flirting but nothing worth writing about. That all changed this past summer when Sara came out of her shell...
Sara's bikinis left little to the imagination and I was sure Dave spent a great deal of his afternoons peering over his book and admiring her sexy body. She had this way of flaunting her body while looking completely at ease. She would always wear a tiny little sundress over her bikini for the walk to the beach and the afternoon happy hour. On the first Friday of Dave's visit I was particularly busy with work and grumbled good bye as Sara and Dave left for the beach just before noon - with a promise that I would meet them down at the bar around 5.
The day went by quickly and as 5 rolled around I was more than happy to fax out my last proposal and head down to the water for a well deserved cocktail. As usual the place was pretty busy and the sounds of laughter greeted me at the end of my short walk. I found a place at the bar and inquired to Jack the bartender as to Sara and Dave's whereabouts. He smiled a devious smile and pointed to the game room in the back. He told me Sara was putting on a pool clinic.
I laughed as I headed out to the game room, knowing all to well that Sara could kick some ass on the pool table when her game was on. There was a large crowd, mostly men, in the back room cheering and laughing when I entered. I walked up just in time to watch Sara lean over and sink the eight ball for another win. With jubilation she jumped up and down and hugged Dave her partner. I noticed on the table next to Dave there was a line of beers and shots that I was sure the duo had won over the past few hours. When Sara saw me she broke into a huge smile and leaped into my arms with a big open mouthed kissed. She whispered in my ear that she was having so much fun and I could tell from the slight slur in her speech that she was feeling no pain.
As their opponents for the next game racked the balls I said hello to Dave and he gave me the same mischievous smile I had received from Jack the bartender. Not until Sara's lined up to break did I realize why, when she leaned down to take her shot her skimpy little sundress fell open and her magnificent white tits hung down for all to see. She had apparently taken off her bikini top without realizing the view she was offering the world. Now that I had arrived the crowd of men began to thin out, many of them were friends of mine and were probably a bit uncomfortable ogling my wife in my presence. I laughingly punched Dave in the arm and he said sorry but he didn't have the heart to tell her. She appeared oblivious as she circled the table sinking shot after shot - she either didn't care that everyone was getting an eyeful or she was enjoying the attention. Either way, my cock grew rock hard at the thought of all these men fantasizing over my beautiful wife
Sara and Dave finally lost and we sat down to try and put a dent in their bounty of free drinks. Sara was quite drunk and openly flirting with Dave, touching his leg when she spoke and hugging him at every opportunity. He looked at me quizzically and I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled. Finally the clamor in the game room died down as everyone drifted outside for the band on the deck. I asked Sara if she would like to play one more game and she said she was ready for bed.
On the short walk home from the bar Sara was laughing and playing with Dave, at one point she demanded a piggy back ride and I stood behind and watched as her short dress rode up the backs of her thighs and exposed most of her beautiful bikini clad ass. I am sure Dave was enjoying the sensation of her tits pressed into his back. As soon as we walked into the house Sara pulled off her bikini bottoms and tossed them aside explaining they had been driving her crazy all afternoon and she was a beer away from removing them at the bar. The image of her bending over the pool table exposing her sweet little pussy to all those men was too much to bear - I needed to fuck her then and there. I followed her sexy ass right up the stairs and into the bathroom - I whistled my approval and she gave me a slutty shake on the way.
She headed off to the shower and I was close behind. I waited until she was soaped up and wet then I joined her. The warm streams of water and the soap acted as all over lubrication and I longed to fuck her every way possible. As soon as I stepped in she dropped to her knees and swallowed all eight inches of my throbbing cock. She was possessed and sucked and licked with a hunger I had never witnessed. I exploded in her mouth moments later and she greedily swallowed every drop moaning loudly. After I came, with my knees shaking I attempted to lift her gently by the shoulders but she shook her head slightly and continued to suck and lick my quickly diminishing tool. Much to my pleasure and surprise it began to show signs of life, now unlike what guys want you to believe, this is not a common occurrence. But she was horny and was not going to let me wash up and go have a beer with my buddy in the kitchen, and I was not complaining.
I am not sure exactly what caused my reborn erection. It was a strange mixture of the heat of her mouth, the view of her soapy tanned breasts, the amazing small triangles of contrasting whiteness surrounding her rock hard nipples, the little show at the bar all of these images were flashing through my mind bringing me back to life. Once I was fully hard again, which I must confess impressed even me, she stood up, kissed me full on the mouth and whispered "fuck me" in a hoarse and sexy voice I had never heard. Turning around, she put her hands on the wall and leaned forward offering me her magnificent soapy ass. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her towards me, easily sliding into her hot wet pussy.
She let out an audible moan as I withdrew and plunged in again. I kissed her neck, tasting a mixture of sweat and soap and plowed into her fast and hard. My earlier orgasm left me able to keep going despite the amazingly erotic surroundings. She was moaning quite loudly for me to fuck her harder but our precarious position in the wet shower made the task difficult. I pulled out of her and turned off the water, took her by the hand and led her to our king sized bed. The ceiling fan overhead felt wonderful against our wet bodies as I dove back in. She lay on her back and opened her legs wide and I plowed into her again, grasping her ass with both hands I fucked her as hard and fast as I could. She was literally screaming and I could feel her entire body tense up as she reached a fantastic orgasm. I could feel her tight little box squeeze me as her pussy milked my throbbing cock. Her tightness and the gushing wetness of her first orgasm was to much to handle and I told her I was coming to - she screamed yes and we both came together.
As we lay in a pile of flesh and sweat she nuzzled up to me and whispered " I hope you are not mad at me, I just got so horny waiting for you all day. I told her of course I'm not mad and that she was the sexiest woman on earth. She fell asleep in my arms with a very contented smile on her beautiful face. I gently eased out of the bed and returned to the shower to clean up. After throwing on shorts and a t-shirt I ventured downstairs to find Dave. Stopping at the door to admire this magnificent woman sleeping in our big bed. The darkness of her tan and the tiny bikini lines creating an image to treasure. As I stood admiring her peaceful beauty I wondered what she was dreaming in the head of hers - I had a feeling something was changing inside my baby.
I found Dave in the kitchen reading a Playboy and snacking on some chips. He looked up when I walked in and asked if I'd enjoyed myself. That is quite a woman you have there he said - none of these women in this Mag can hold a candle to her. We killed a few hours smoking some killer weed and watching a ballgame on TV - as the pot loosened his tongue Dave began talking about Sara again. He told me point blank that if she wasn't my wife he would try every move he could to fuck her. The pot was effecting me as well and I told him perhaps if he were to stay another week he may get the chance. I had never gave much thought to my lovely wife fucking anyone else but the days' events had made the idea quite appealing. We discussed it for awhile and I explained to him the feelings I had felt throughout the afternoon and how if she were to have another man I would want it to be someone I know and trust. He said he would never want to do anything to jeopardize my relationship with Sara or our marriage, but he would give anything for a taste of her.
As we sat and discussed my wife she appeared in the doorway clad in a short silky nightgown and asked if we were hungry. She had showered and sobered up a bit and went to the kitchen to make us all a late dinner. From where we sat in the rec room we could watch Sara as she danced around the kitchen - she is a wonderful cook and went about her task with the Rolling Stones blaring. Her little nightie did a poor job containing her curves and we got an eyeful as she reached up and bent down. Dave sat transfixed and oblivious to my attention to his reaction.
