Copyright © Daniel Choquet 2018
"So when do you expect to be home?"
"I don't know. Usual time, I guess. 6:30, maybe? Why?"
"I have a surprise for you."
Well, that was Sally. Full of little games and surprises. One of the things I loved about her. Maybe she didn't want things to get boring after 6 years of marriage. Didn't matter, really. Judging by past "surprises", it would most likely be fun to find out what this one was.
"Okay, honey. Can't wait to find out. See you soon"
She did one of those silly voiced air kisses, and hung up.
- - -
When I got home, she opened the door for me, and looked a little different. Same shoulder-length jet-black hair, of course, and her eyes always had that fiery look, but this time they seemed somehow ... more so. And it wasn't the usual lipstick. An intense red making a strong contrast against her light skin. And then I saw ... saw that we seemed to have a guest.
"Honey, this is James."
I offered him my hand. The man was clearly nervous, so I smiled as best I could. He was slight, shorter, and obviously younger than me. Not bad looking though. Had that "needing a shave" look that seemed to be getting so trendy.
"Good to meet you, James. I'm Donald."
I turned to my wife then.
"So what ..."
She came up close. Put her arms around me, and I could just sense the warmth of her affection, and I felt the same for her. But I noticed something odd. Why was she breathing so heavily? The words came slowly. Not a whisper, but it was a lower pitch than her usual voice.
"That's the surprise, Donald."
"What? What do you mean? You mean like James is the surprise?"
"Yes."
"I don't get it. How is this James a surprise? I mean I didn't expect him, sure. Didn't expect anyone but you. Why would he be a surprise for me?"
She waited to answer for the longest time. Then, finally,
"I'm going to fuck him."
That was a jolt, to say the least, but I tried to look cool. Apparently, Sally didn't have a very clear sense of the distinction between my favorite fantasy which, yes, I had often shared ... between that and the idea of actually doing something. I really didn't know what to say. So I said something ... stupid.
"Why?"
She cocked her head, maybe pretending to think it over. But then she just put both hands behind my head and kissed me. It was a hard kiss, and her tongue was there almost from the start. I sensed her quickened pulse, before she broke away.
"Because I want to."
I could see that the look on James's face had changed from nervousness, to more like ... fear. Looking to me, Sally tried to clear things up.
"You have to understand, Donald. It's just that I guess I hadn't made it clear to him ... that our mutual pleasure was going to be ... shared, you know?"
James seemed to have made a decision.
"I think maybe I need to go. I just remembered I had to ..."
Something had come over me. I was not about to let James leave.
"Don't go, James. You heard her say what she wants. I want to make sure she gets it. So you need to stay."
He hesitated. Apparently didn't know what he was more afraid of. That I would beat him up because he'd come to our house with the intention of screwing my wife, or that I would if he didn't.
Sally had apparently decided already that it was full steam ahead. She walked over to where James was standing, lifted the hem of her skirt and just stood there like that. James was frozen. So next, she pulled her panties down to about her knees, put her feet apart as much as she could, lifted the skirt, and again just stood there.
It seemed involuntary, as his hand went to his crotch and he began touching himself lightly through the faded jeans. Nobody was paying any attention to me any more. It was as if she was taking his cue. Continuing to hold the skirt with her left hand, her right went to the sex, her fingers moving slowly up, around, over, between, in, out. Not really masturbating. More like showing James the gift he was to receive. And showing me that she was showing him.
She put her right hand on his head and using just enough force, got him to sit down. Then the hand slid down to caress his neck and cheek. And moving ever so slowly, moved her pussy to his mouth, finally pressing hard against it. He hardly had to do anything at first, as she just rubbed it up and down. Didn't have to, but apparently couldn't help himself. He was clearly hungry for it, sucking, then licking, then sucking again. His hands were now on her soft ass cheeks, squeezing them hard as he ate her. And then her motions became ... became regular, rhythmic, increasing in intensity, gasping audibly, until ... until ... yes. Oh yes. It was unreal. She fell away then, gasping.
She was still more or less fully clothed, but that was not to continue. She unbuttoned the blouse, then unclasped the bra. They were not particularly large, but stiff with arousal. Then she skirt was gone and she was naked. She looked toward James and cocked her head as she caressed her nipples. I finally spoke, voicing what I knew she intended.
"So let's see it, James. Show us what you have now for my wife to enjoy."
And then she echoed,
"Yes, James. Take it out now and show me."
He rose slowly to his feet, and apparently decided that the proper order would be shirt first. Next he removed his shoes, unbuckled the jeans and stepped out of them. Finally, it was time. He had apparently gotten over his earlier fear, and pushed the boxers down to reveal ... My god. He may have been slight, but that certainly was not. He looked at me and could not conceal a grin, realizing that he did have something over me after all. Sally, seeming to be as taken aback as I was, spoke to me.
"Oh honey, look at it. Do you think it will fit? Do you think he'll be able to get that inside my pussy?"
"I don't know. Maybe if you're wet enough. Maybe if he's strong enough to push it in hard and slow."
"Check me, honey. Check if I'm wet enough for him to be able to slide that big thing into me. Lie down, honey."
I did, and she lowered herself over my face, so I could "check" her wetness. It was silly, really. No surprise, she was practically gushing. No matter how much I sucked, there was more. I finally pulled my mouth away so I could speak.
"Yeah, I'd say you're more than wet enough."
"Wet enough for him to fuck me?"
