I hadn't known Tom and his wife Terrie for very long. We met at a mutual friend's party making a connection almost immediately. I was divorced without kids so Treeie being the compassionate woman she was, offered me dinner with her and Tom. At first, it was just on Sundays, then all weekends, then five times a week. Soon it was like I was an abandoned puppy that she took in out of empathetic pity About six or seven months ago things began to change, she teased me and flashed me.
One Sunday, I was with them for a picnic at the State Park on Lake Michigan and she seemed very playful. During the ride over, for instance, I was driving and Tom laid down on the back seat to take a nap. Even for we got out of town, she pulled me for a kiss while we were waiting for a red light. It wasn't an ordinary kiss, her tongue invaded my mouth and it lasted well beyond the traffic light's cycle. but soon an impatient driver behind us laid on the horn to bring us back to reality.
When we moved on she mouthed the words,
"I love you, Charlie."
I was flabbergasted and turned on at the same time. How did she dare do that with her husband in the backseat? He could have easily caught us making out, and it is my firm conviction that dangerous for a husband to catch his wife making with another man. Some guys (and wives) have died that way.
Yet it was personally gratifying to know that such an attractive woman as Tom's wife was, to take a shine to you and tell you about it. Still, as we drove on up to her father's cabin, my conscience repeated time after time that it would be wrong for me to lust after her. But lust I did.
Secretly, I loved it when she bent way over to I could peer down her top. Or the few times she flashed me her pussy when we sat across from each other. Sometimes with parties and at times, without panties. Believe me, I had to hide my hard-on numerous times. so Tom didn't see that I had a hard-on for his wife.
Tom was older than Terrie by ten or fifteen years I guessed. She was just a bit older than me five or six years older than I was. She was sort of a big sister to me even if I did see her as a sex object now and again.
After we did all the heavy lifting and arranged things as she wanted, we were shooed out and not to come back until we were called. We'd just get in her way, she said. So Tom grabbed the key to the boathouse and we decided to take a spin around the lake. But, we needed to go out and get some gasoline before we could do that. Once the fuel problem we sped across the lake and then back to the other side until Tom gets a call on his cellphone to inform us that supper was ready.
Terrie sat beside me on my left and Tom at the head of the table to my right. As we ate, I felt her hand on my thigh and it crept up to my groin. I tried not to look aroused but I wasn't sure I succeeded. At the end of the meal, Tom leans back in his chair ad looks directly at me,
"Charlie, my friend, Terrie has told me that she wants you for her lover. I'm eighteen years older than her and I can not meet her needs as I used to, so if you don't take her as a lover, we'll lose her to the bar scene. So, do you want to fuck her?"
I was dumbfounded, to say the least, and for a minute or two my tongue was paralyzed leaving me unable to speak. Finally, I got out,
"You are not kidding me are you?"
Terrie waved her head saying no, and her husband confirmed it verbally.
"All I ask is that you will allow me to watch and/or film the action. Your face will not be on it. I swear to you."
I looked at her to see what she felt about this arrangement Terri nodded a yes to me and I said, "Tom, I'd love to be her lover."
"Good! You'll e sleeping with her all week and I'll be in a guest room."
We went outside to the enclosed porch and sat down. Terrie and I sat on the love seat and Tom on a chair on a chair perpendicular to us watching our foreplay. took her into my arms and we French kissed for a long time. My right hand crept to her left breast and promptly I took it from the halter's restriction than I.
ran my index finger back and forth over the swollen nob, She broke off the kiss emitting moans of pleasure that filled the porch.
With my mouth free, I kissed and sucked on the left side of her neck as if I was Dracula. Her response was to take her free hand to edge down my trunks. Since she couldn't get them low enough to release my cock, she requested that I take them off which I did quickly. She gazed at my manhood for what seemed like a half hour, then she took it into the palm of her hand to hold it. It wasn't long before I felt her slime fingers wrap themselves around my tool and began to store me.
"Damn, Terrie, you are a professional."
