Anthony is a very unassuming man, he is slightly overweight, but has a strong personality. He is very likable and gets along with most people. He is an old friend of my wife, they actually may have been intimate in the past, but it has been over 30 years since they had seen each other last.
Tracy invited him to dinner one night but had neglected to tell me until that morning. It is not like he was never over, but this would be the first time, outside of game night, that he would be there while I was home.
Tracy was dressed in a black blouse, open enough to see the black lacy bra underneath and plenty of cleavage. Her beige skirt, came to mid-thigh and when she bent over you could see the black lace panties that matched the bra. I of course was wearing sweats and a t-shirt. It had been a long day at work and I loved that she dressed up for me. Her nails were done, make-up was perfect and her hair looked amazing.
Diner was excellent as always; Tracy had really worked hard on it. Beer was flowing and Tracy and I had been partaking of some weed we had purchased from a friend. We moved to the living room to watch a movie. It was an old movie, we were doing retro this week, and Death Wish won out.
Tracy had talked a bit to me about a more aggressive fantasy she had. She wanted a bit rougher experience. So, watching this movie and seeing the look on her face got me all wound up. Tracy was sitting between Anthony and I. She had her legs curled under her and was leaning on my right shoulder.
Her feet were tucked under Anthony’s butt and his hand was on her calf, slowly stroking it. I ignored it as the bowl was passed my way. Anthony never partook as he said “Nothing that makes me lose control will ever pass my lips.” Okay, he can be a pain that way, but he did not judge us, there was a story behind it that he was not ready to share just yet.
Tracy took a hit and then reached for her bottle of beer.
“Damn it, out of beer.” She said in a disgusted tone.
“Sit still, I will get you another one.” Anthony said. His tone at once commanding and yet subservient. The two of them exchanged a look and he looked at me. “One for you too.” More a statement than a question and I nodded.
He came back from the kitchen with two open bottles and three bowls of ice cream. It looked like he topped it with Godiva Chocolate Liquor. Tracy loved that stuff.
Soon we were eating and watching the movie all over again, more forced sex scenes later and Tracy was squirming on the sofa next to me, her hand in my lap. She grasped my hard on through my pants and was moaning lightly.
I turned to look at her and was shocked to see that Anthony had his hand up under her skirt and between her thighs. She had parted them for better access. While I was engrossed in the movie, somehow her panties ended up hanging off of one ankle. There was a strange noise, like something vibrating nearby, but I could not figure out its location.
She gripped my cock harder and started stroking it forcefully. Anthony leaned over to her and whispered something in her ear. She turned and smiled at him. He moved closer and she lifted herself up so that she was seated on his lap as she stroked me.
I was confused at my lack of reaction. Normally I would be upset, but this whole situation was surreal and I just went along for the ride. I leaned back and continued to watch the movie. I felt a hand grasp my mine and bring it to my wife’s breast. It was not her hand. I looked over at Anthony and he smiled at me.
His hand had pushed her skirt up, revealing her shaved mound that was oozing juices and I saw his thumb caressing her clit as a small black device was resting on her thigh and his index finger was pressing a button on it. I then realized that with each press, the vibration sped up, or pulsed and she gripped my cock each time there was a change, and stroked it in time with the pulses. She lifted her right leg up and over Anthony, laying it behind his back and spreading herself wide open for his ministrations.
He nodded to me and looked down at her chest, as if to say to me, open her blouse and bra. It was the look on his face that spoke volumes. I turned slightly and used both hands to do just that. I still did not understand why we were letting him dictate our actions, but I had never been so aroused.
