It all was a typical Friday night, finish work and meet up with a few of the lads for a drink.
Normally we would do the usual pubs then get onto a Club till the early hours, tonight though I wasnât really up for it neither was Martin, so we left the others to see how the night went and grabbed a bite to eat after which I wandered home, Martin came along as he lived in the same direction as me, plus the fact there was a bottle of old malt at home which Martin suggested we finish off.
We got home just before midnight, Sarah my wife of four years was still up watching TV, she was surprised to see me home so early, but being so easy going she just shrugged her shoulders letting us get on with polishing off the last of the malt.
Sarah was five years younger than me and quite stunning, but there again I would say that seeing as I am bias, I could never work out how I could have settled with such a gorgeous women, she was loving, sensuous and tremendously erotic, never failing to blow my mind.
The lads were always saying how lucky I was and that if I got bored they would sort her out for me, knowing my mates that meant more than just looking after her! More like fucking her senseless, something about this though always got my pulse racing a little bit, probably cos I had this recurring fantasy about seeing her with another guy.
I had recently brought the subject up whilst making love, it seemed to excite her too, on a recent occasion whilst I was switching between sucking her tits and eating her pussy, she had brought up the subject going into explicit detail of what I would have to watch her do to another man whilst I watched, God! it was so mind blowing listening to her that I couldnât help but cum there and then!.
Sarah sat with us whilst we became even more relaxed due to the effects of the whiskey.
Martin as usual was taking every opportunity when he thought I wasnât looking to study Sarah, she was wearing her dressing gown, knowing her as I did I knew she would be naked underneath, so if Martin was lucky he might get a sneaky look at her soft pale thighs if she changed position whilst he was watching.
I had not been paying much attention to the TV but there was one of those get better at Sex programmes on, you know the sort the ones that have couples on talking about improving their sex lives, trying new positions, the usualâŠ
The subject tonight seemed to about oral sex, some girl and her partner were talking animatedly about how they did it.
I had been a bit short on sex over the past week or so, with the whiskey working a way inside me I heard myself draw attention to the programme, mentioning something about how lucky they were to be getting some, Martin spoke saying how loved nothing better than to have a girl get down on her knees and suck his cock.
I was taken aback for a second thinking that this might offend Sarah or at least make her a little embarrassed, she just shrugged and replied to Martin that if he was not getting enough perhaps he should tell his girlfriend what he wanted, especially if he obliged her with an equal amount of the same activity.
Because Sarah seemed quite casual about the subject I added probably a little rashly that I was always satisfied as I was living with an expert, not going as far as saying that Sarah practically sucked me dry when she got started!.
I said this and felt my cock hardening like concrete in my pants, so much so that I shifted position, Sarah looked across at me and fixed her eyes on the bulge in my trousers, then slowly moved her eyes up to meet mine, she muttered that she was feeling hungry.
I looked across at Martin he was trying to act as if he hadnât heard Sarahâs comment but by the way he sat I could see it had effected him as it had me.
Looking back towards Sarah she was still looking at me, I joking said to her that if she was hungry there was plenty to eat in the house at the moment, she replied âThatâs what I was thinking Stevenâ, she only used my full name when she was trying to make a point, it dawned on me that she was hinting at both me and Martin not the fridge!
Without thinking I said that perhaps she could give demonstration to Martin that she was as good as I said she was, she responded by sitting back into the chair facing straight ahead, asking me to stand next to her, my heart was beating like a sledge hammer the blood was pumping so hard through my cock that it seemed to be pulsing like a sledge hammer in my trousers.