Joyce, my 30 year old wife, always had a great ass. Firmly rounded, extremely hard from her daily workouts, just right in size to fill a man's hands. So I wasn't surprised when one of my guys started rubbing his hands all over her rear at the party I was holding at my house for the best players on the soccer team I coached.
Joyce, a Scandinavian blonde of 6'1" and huge breasts, is standing in a corner of the living room at our house, speaking to another player when the rubbing started. "He's gonna get smacked," I'm thinking. Five minutes or so into watching the player on the team, Sam, 22, feeling up my wife's ass, I realize, however, that if she was going to make some kind of a protest against the hands sliding slowly up and down her mini-skirt-covered ass, it should have occurred by then. Instead, she just keeps talking to that other player who was standing right in front of her, listening to her words intently, he seems. Ignoring the hands roaming over her ass, touching her legs--both she and the man listening to her. I'm certain that listener sees the hands on Joyce's ass too; couldn't miss it. He acts, however, like the caressing of my wife's ass by his teammate is so natural as to not even require a token look of concern or questioning on his part.
Joyce, for thirty, is a striking woman. In a mini-skirt, she's the kind of woman who men first notice in a crowded room: thin, very long and creamy-colored legs, flat belly, 38 inch hips, 27 inch waist, 43 inches around the top; shoulder length blonde hair with waves in it; sharply-chiseled Swedish features. I'd always found her manner of touching, brushing herself across her breasts--right where her nipples are--while engaged in conversation with others to be so sensual as to cause an erection even if she was just explaining a recipe at the time.
When seated and involved in a deep conversation with a man, she'd also often let one of her hands slide ever so slowly up, down her leg. She did this in order to draw attention to her sexuality, I understood; the self-caressing of legs meant to harden a man enough that she could see the excitement in his pants. She was just that kind of self-assured sensuality. She preferred wearing a mini when in public so males in the area could see her pubic hair when she was seated, she never wearing underwear. And always spreading her legs as far as the tight mini she would be wearing would allow when sitting in that seat. She enjoyed a roomful of hard cocks, she would explain to me. "I won't even talk to a man," she would always say to me, "unless I can see a bulge in his pants."
Joyce had always brushed off the men's frequent sexual suggestions or actions in the past however. She never had sex with anyone but me in the six years we'd been married, as far as I knew or she said, anyway. "Perhaps I should come to her rescue," I think, still looking at the very dark hands now caressing my wife's ass. But, I see her back the dark-man-with-caressing-hands into a corner, her ass now visibly moving sideways in slow motion, tight against his huge bulge. The man, Joe, 21, talking to her, also a dark man and top player on the team, moves closer too. And I can see Joyce put her hand in his pocket, slide it towards the front of his pants. I see the sliding ass of my wife against the front of the very dark man; the pocket billiards with the slightly-less-dark-complexioned man go on for over 10 minutes before realizing I am making no attempt to stop or even expose the play between the three of them.
I just sit here, watching from my chair, which is only about 20 feet from the three of them. I notice, though, that my own cock is pushing against my pants enough to form a small tent. I welcome, for some bizarre reason, their attentions to my wife. Joyce glances at me. She couldn't miss the sight of my bulge. She smiles at me, continued her actions with the two well-built athletes. I sit. And watch. For another 10 minutes. I'm frozen. Joyce knows, by now, that there will be no protest from me for whatever she does from now on. She comes over to me, the two men following. She says that the four of us should go upstairs. I obey, in a trance, following behind the two men, my wife leading the way. She had read my excitement through that bulge in my pants and affirmed that I would make a great audience for her coming planned event with the two men.
In the bedroom, she says to me, "I'd like you to slowly undress me, but not touch my body in any way. I want you to enjoy seeing these men fuck me but I don't want you to join in in any way.
"Okay?" she asks me.
"Yes," my simple reply. That she wants only their hands, their cocks, their cum, their sweat on/in her at this event makes the scene even more sensual to me. I had become, in a few short minutes, her slave for life. I began removing her clothes, being very careful not to touch her skin. I carefully grasp the pullover she's wearing, sliding it slowly over her head. I unbuckle her bra, let it fall to the floor, exposing her pointed, huge breasts for the two men standing by the bedroom door to enjoy. Next comes the mini. I have to be very careful here, it being so tight on her. I begin by pinching the outside upper portion of the skirt, then, after getting a better hold on it with both hands, slowly roll it down over her waist. I get down on my knees, pull it down to the floor. While on my knees, I take off her shoes. She's naked now. And I had not touched her body at any time, I think proudly. I notice the two dark men are also naked, both with extremely large cocks at full staff. I sit in a chair just two-three feet from the action, wanting to see her getting fucked close-up.
Sam, the darker and shorter of the two, takes the few strides necessary to reach my wife. Embraces her. The two of them licking each other's tongues, sliding against each other. Rubbing. Him holding on to her ass with both hands, she rubbing his ass with her hands. Sweat now building up on their backs, slowly rolling down their legs. "Over here," she says to Sam. She walks over to a small dresser, puts her right leg up on it, her left leg spread out and firmly planted on the floor. Her cunt, wide open and moist. Sam moves in, puts his 11 inch cock into my wife's pussy, grabs her ass and begins his pumping. Joyce smiles at me but says nothing. Sam's standing there, his legs together, fucking my wife. She with one leg on that dresser, gets the full length of his cock in her, starts moaning.
He pumps faster. The bodies slapping together, the dark cock going in and out of her at a speed only an athlete could accomplish, goes on for about 20 minutes. Joyce's cunt dripping moisture on the floor, moistening Sam's cock shinny black. Every inch of him getting inside her with each thrust. Dark hands on jutting huge white breasts, moving lower to small-of back, finding their way again to the firm ass on Joyce, pulling that ass forward with each thrust.
"That huge cock vanishing up my wife's cunt should reach her belly," I think to myself. "For such a thin woman, how can she take so much cock?'
Finally, Sam says "I'm cumming now." Joyce takes her leg off the dresser, pulls Sam, cock still inside her, over to the bed. "Shoot it deep inside me," she moans to Sam, now on top of her, the two of them in the missionary position. He pumps faster. She folds both legs up, her knees touching her breasts. Legs spread wide and bent, moisture from her cunt wetting the sheet beneath her, she looks at me and smiles, saying, "I knew you would enjoy this as much as me."
