[Disclaimer] This a work of fiction. A filthy, sordid, nasty piece of fiction. You've been warned.
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Greg was a guy that I'd become friends with at my local pub. He was about 20 years older than me, had grey hair but was quite a fit, knockabout kind of guy.
He was the sort of guy who was permanently single but always seemed to have various girlfriends. He was always on the prowl, looking for another woman to make his slut for the weekend.
He would often playfully tease me about my wife.
My wife is quite a full figured woman, really big boobs and quite a cute chubby lady. He'd often make comments about how sexy he thought her big tits were and how she must be such a great fuck.
One night whilst way too drunk, I told Greg about how my wife sometimes likes to be tied up and blindfolded when we have sex. Her spread out naked on the bed and me pretending to be someone else forcing myself upon her.
Greg kept pressuring me to tell him more about my wife's turn ons and other such matters. And like a fool I answered all of his questions in a far too intimate manner.
We drank a lot that night and many drinks later I had somehow agreed to sneak Greg into our home the next time my wife asked me to tie her up.
We had a laugh about it, he talked about how he would just like to watch. She'd be blindfolded so she'd never know that he was there...
He begged and pleaded and cajoled until I promised him that I'd let him come over and watch sometime.
I really only agreed just to shut him up as I knew that we were both drunk, and this was just drunk talk that had started to get a bit out of hand.
I was pretty sure that he was only joking...
It was the very next night that my wife and I were at home when she asked me to tie her up again.
I couldn't help but think of the conversation I had with Greg the night before.
It's not something that we do all the time, but it's a sex game that we do play on occasion.
My wife has complete trust in me that I would never take advantage of her when she was in such a vulnerable position. But I let it go too far the other night and I don't know how I can tell her what has really happened.
I had tied her securely to the bed and put her blindfold on as we had done so many times before. She loves to be tied to the bed and blindfolded and have me pretend that I am another man fucking her.
Once I had tied her, completely naked to the bed...I texted Greg that he needed to get here as soon as possible.
He was only over the road so he would be here in a couple of minutes.
I had left the front door open so that he could come in silently and not alert my wife that anyone else had entered our home.
Greg took his shoes off first and then took the rest of his clothes off and laid them on our couch.
From where he was standing he could see my plump wife completely naked, blindfolded and tied spread eagled across our bed. She couldn't move at all, both her wrists and ankles were tied securely to each corner of the bed.
He turned and looked at me, his lustful grin looked positively demonic.
He surveyed my beautiful wife, laying naked and so vulnerable before him.
Her legs were spread at an angle that her hairy pussy was fully exposed, her pussy lips ever so slightly open. The sliver of glistening pink moistness just visible beneath her light brown bush was ever so inviting. Her big pillowy boobs lay softly upon her chest, pert pink nipples sitting atop, just begging to be sucked upon.
I could see Greg's nostrils flair and his eyes light up as he admired my wife laid out for him on the bed.
She might as well have been served up on a silver platter.
His cock was rock hard and jutting out straight in front of him. It was considerably larger than mine and for the first time I worried that my wife could very easily notice the difference between Greg and myself.
My concerns however were completely forgotten the moment I noticed him move toward my naked and helpless wife.
He pushed past me and strode confidently towards the side of the bed and squatted down by my wife's side. He leant against the bed and began to gently rub his fingertips across my wife's body.
He started with his fingers gliding up her inner thigh, starting at just above her knee and sliding all the way along the side of her pussy and up across her belly towards her boobs. Instantly her body started writhing with pleasure as she felt his touch for the first time.
His fingers traced outlines around her breasts and then started tracing circles around her very pert nipples.
She moaned in a way that seemed even more aroused than usual.
With my wife's boobs in both his hands, Greg silently grinned at me.
I could only stand and tacitly nod my approval as we both knew that we had to be quiet.
With one hand still massaging her boobs, he ran his open palm of his other hand across my wife's belly, his fingers tracing a line down towards her bushy pubic mound.
His fingers brushed through her neat bush and his middle finger slid between her pussy lips.
He started gently rubbing between her moistening lips and I heard her moan for the first time. Just as his middle fingertip must have found her clitoris.
Greg leaned over towards my wife's heaving breast and his tongue darted out and licked her closest nipple. She let out a long "oooohhh" sound as his wet tongue made contact with one of her pert nipples.
He began sucking on the nipple as kept fingering her very moist pussy. Her hips occasionally bucking each time he sent her closer to the edge.
I could tell just how turned on my wife was by how erect each of her nipples had become. The way she was moaning was more intense than I could ever recall.
I was standing in the doorway of our bedroom watching in awe as a man I barely even knew that well was bringing my wife to orgasm with his fingers and his tongue.
There was a little plop sound as her nipple slipped out from between his lips. Greg quickly changed position as he slipped between her open thighs. He kissed a trail from her inner thigh and up to her pussy. He put the palms of both of his hands midway up her inner thigh and pushed her legs further apart as he leaned his face against her bush.
He pushed his face in towards her vagina, the tip of his nose pushing between her moist pussy lips and he took a great big loud sniff. Inhaling my wife's scent and savouring her like a lion on his prey.
Greg opened his mouth and his long tongue rolled out and began lapping at her pussy. Big long tongue strokes from her asshole all the way up to her clitoris, which sounded like it drove her crazy. Her moaning now considerably louder than I had ever heard and her breathing was very heavy, almost hyperventilating.
I stood there gaping, my mouth wide open and I was absentmindedly rubbing my hard cock through my shorts. I couldn't believe that this was actually happening.
I was certainly turned on by this scene but my arousal was tinged with fear.
I started to worry that I hadn't really gone over any ground rules with Greg before I had set this in motion...
We didn't even discuss whether he would wear a condom or anything, and we certainly didn't say anything about whether he would cum inside my wife's pussy or not.
He started getting up on his knees as he reached down and started stroking his big cock to full hardness. He lifted his head from her bush and moved in so his hips were right between her legs and his big cock was pressed between her moist pussy lips.
Greg starts rubbing the tip of his knob up and down my wife's pussy slit. She was so moist down there that the tip of his much bigger cock slid easily between her labia. Parting her lips as he teased her with his knob.
Bringing her to a noisy orgasm several times in a very short period.
He tilted his face towards me and shot me a sinister grin. A condescending sneer that was both mocking and demeaning at the same time.
He pointed the tip of his cock at the base of her pussy lips and started pushing it inside her.
She sighs... yearning for more.
