Wife Flashing a Friend

Hello,

Winter 2011 was very memorable. A friend of mine was moving out of his house on a golf course. I always loved the view and my wife, WF, loved the pool and patio. Brent had seen some of the photos I have taken of WF so he knew we enjoyed being a little edgy. When I asked him if we could drop by the house after he moved out and take a few pics Brent happily obliged, but he challenged, I’ll bet WF won’t let me watch her live rather than just see the pics. I always thought of Brent as a good friend and WF had always been fine with him seeing her pics so she agreed.

One time a while back WF and I picked him up at the airport and WF wore only her long coat and heels. Brent never knew, but WF was flashing me in my rear view mirror all the way home. WF thought that might be a great idea to wear that because the coat is rather different. A full length blue fox isn’t something you see every day.

When we pulled up in the driveway and WF stepped out Brent was already at the door. It was quite cold that day though so she didn’t look out of place. WF went to the guest room around the corner while Brent and I stopped in the living room. A moment later she returned with the coat opened.

Brent just about swallowed his tongue, but managed to shout NOOOOO! He laughed when he asked if that was the same coat she wore to the airport that night. I told him it was the same complete outfit and that that is what she was doing directly behind him on the ride home. Holy Sh…. was all he could manage in reply.

He let us go all around the house and we took quite a few pics. It was a little too cold to take shots out by the pool, but Brent suggested we pose her for some nice shots in front of the triple sliders.

We then went upstairs to my favorite view. The course is beautiful too. This pic doesn’t really capture it, but it is not bad. Brent went back downstairs to do something so the spot of sunlight on the carpet became the location for really superb finger F… and blow job. I love the close ups of WF’s pussy practically glowing. All that juice is a beautiful site and Brent missed it. I enjoyed it for quite a while as I had that sweet smell of cunt juice on my fingers. I caught myself just sniffing my fingers often throughout the afternoon. Man I will never get enough of WF’s scent.

I joked to WF on the way home that those pics would be great to use if Brent wanted to sell the house...in like three seconds. Two days later a letter from Brent arrived with a gift card for dinner along with a note saying he had never known anyone like WF. No thanks are necessary my friend. We all loved it. I am a lucky man.

Don’t you think so?

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