I really only write these for my wife. She calls me naughty and silly for the storyline but I don't mind because it usually gets her hotter than she would care to admit.
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It had been a few years since my wife and I had built our house. At the time we had decided to not finish the room over the garage in order to save time and money. Since things around the home were starting to settle down we had decided now was a good time to finish it. I had done a lot of the work already and only needed someone to come in and install some plumbing for a sink and toilet. I could have done the work myself but I didn't want to risk damaging anything in the wall. So we hired a guy named Paul to take care of the job. Bonnie knew he did good work and had very reasonable prices so we had him come by and give us a quick appraisal, he told me he could take care of the room in one day. "No problem," I said, "we'll be here all day on Saturday."
Around noon on Saturday, Paul arrived at the house. My wife, Bonnie, greeted him at the door, and showed him up to the room over the garage while I took care of some work on the computer. After leading him upstairs, Bonnie returned to the living room where I had just sat on the couch. Nonchalantly, I grazed my hand across her leg, rubbing her thigh. Bonnie was still wearing the large t-shirt that she had slept in, and after a few minutes, my mind drifted to what was concealed underneath that shirt. I began thinking about the amazing sex we had had last night, and I was becoming increasingly horny as I relived those memories. Subtly, I slid my hand in between my wife's juicy thighs and began to edge closer to her pussy.
Upon realizing what I was up to, Bonnie quickly snapped her legs completely closed. "Henry!" she scolded, "Paul is right upstairs!" I rolled my eyes. Yes, sex with Bonnie was great, but sometimes, I wished she could be just a little less uptight. While she would often flash me or let loose a little in the bedroom she was absolutely adamant about keeping our sex life entirely between us. Basically, she felt sex and nudity should be shared between one man and one woman, without others seeing or knowing about it. Obviously, with this firm stance, a quickie with Paul upstairs was out of the question.
But, being a horny male, I persisted. "Come on, baby, just a quick one." She frowned. "And what if he comes down and sees us?" she asked.
I thought about this for a minute. Desperate to just get into those panties -- sex or not -- I compromised. "You just sit here and I'll finger you," I proposed. "If we hear him coming, I'll move my hand, and he'll be none the wiser." To make my offer even more appealing, I slid my hand a little further up Bonnie's leg, prodding closer and closer to her pussy.
Reluctantly, she spread her legs a few inches. I smiled, and moved the rest of my hand further up her thigh. I grabbed hold of her panties, and pulled them off of her quickly. I stuffed them behind me on the chair, ensuring that if he did come down, he wouldn't see them. With her pussy now exposed, I hiked up her shirt a bit and got to work. Bonnie was already pretty wet, and as I began encircling her clit with my thumb, she closed her eyes and breathed in. Gradually, I picked up the pace, moving more and more quickly around her magic button. As I worked, she spread her legs even further apart, revealing a pair of soaking wet lips. Unable to resist, I plunged a finger into her hole, and then slowly pulled it out. The second time, I added another finger, entering her pussy to the sound of a slight moan. After a few more distinct strokes, I began to finger-fuck her repeatedly, pressing up upon her g-spot with each entry. Her moans grew increasingly louder, and within a few minutes, her pussy was dripping with a steady trickle of juices. I could smell the sweet, memorable odor on my fingers, and desperate to taste some, I slid my wife over and moved myself to the floor. I spread her legs further, and thrust my head in between them.
"Henry," she moaned, "stop; he'll come down. He'll see. Ohhhh, stop. Ohhhhh." Her objections slowly faded off, replaced by a series of passionate moans. As I stuck my tongue as far as I could into her pussy, she convulsed in her chair, bucking her hips wildly. I continued to tongue-fuck Bonnie, alternating between her wet hole and her flushed clit. Her moans seemed to suggest she was favoring the latter, so with a sudden lurch, I opened wide and took her clit in my mouth. I began sucking eagerly, and Bonnie shrieked. Realizing I was getting her a bit too worked up, I shifted the focus of my oral activities to her upper thighs, allowing her to cool down for a minute. Meanwhile, I returned my hand to her pussy, rubbing the whole area gently with my palm. "Henry," she gasped, "your cock. I want your cock."
I stared at her, bewildered. My Bonnie, who had scolded me minutes before for getting a little intimate, was now begging for me to fuck her, with the worker right upstairs.
Obviously, I didn't care what had caused the change of heart, though I assumed that I had myself to thank. I willingly unzipped my pants and whipped out my cock, already fully erect. I stood up, and she put her knees on the edge of the couch facing away from me. She wiggled her ass around for me as drove my throbbing dick right into her sweet spot. As I entered her, she gasped.
"Yeah, how's that feel?" I asked, taking the gasp as a sign of wild pleasure. But Bonnie didn't respond. Instead, she stared, wide-eyed, straight towards the door-way to the room over the garage and there, equally dumbfounded, was Paul.
"Uhhh, sorry," he stammered. "I heard a woman shriek, and I thought Bonnie may have fallen or gotten hurt. I'm so sorry to have interrupted."
I looked at him, at a loss for what to say. Then, as I struggled for the right words, I noticed something peculiar -- I was thrusting. Or rather, Bonnie's pussy -- which I was still penetrating -- was slowly guiding me in and out of her. I don't think Bonnie even realized what she was doing; her eyes were still transfixed on our intrusion. And, following her gaze, I had a second revelation -- her eyes were actually transfixed on a certain part of our intrusion. As Bonnie pulled me towards her again and again -- however subtly it might be -- her gaze was directed straight at Paul's cock, clearly outlined in his tight-fitting jeans.
Now, I'm definitely not the jealous type. I'm also not the type that attends swinger parties or fantasizes about different men taking turns with my wife. But, there was something about this situation -- Bonnie's glazed look, her subconscious willingness to continue getting fucked in front of a complete stranger, or perhaps my natural desire to continue having sex -- that made me let go of all inhibitions. Knowing Bonnie would snap out of her trance, get up, and put her clothes back on at any second, I knew I had to act fast if I was to take advantage of this situation.
And so I plunged my penis deep into her, forcing Bonnie to issue another loud shriek. Paul came closer to Bonnie. I looked at Bonnie, my sweet, innocent wife, and asked her if she liked what she had seen. "I saw you staring at his junk," I teased. "Would you like to see it?"
Bonnie's eyes grew wider. She shook her head back and forth. "Of course not," she murmured; "I wasn't looking at anything."
