[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.
