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06/03/2021
After fifteen years of marriage and two kids my beautiful Irish wife and I were unknowingly teetering on the brink of a whole new life style. She and I were attending a party when we ran into an old school buddy of mine and his wife.
Mark and Amy became a regular part of our life. The two gals were always together. Each had two girls about the same age. We attended the same church.
Tammy is a touchy feely sort of gal. She never hesitated during a conversation to touch a guy's shoulder or put her hand on his thigh as an emphasis as to what she was saying.
At first I was jealous. I wanted to tell her touching strangers, especially males she had just met, was not the thing to do. It gave guys the wrong idea. Secretly it made me sexually excited when I observed her doing it or even imagining it over again.
I remember the first time I saw her sitting by a guy at a house party with her hand halfway up his thigh. They were sitting on a two person sofa in a darkened room devoid of people. I admit I was peeking. I found that I was allowing my self to inject sexual thoughts into what was surely her innocent gestures. I began to accept the fact that that I was aroused by the thought of my wife and another man.
Then it happened. The guy very slowly put his hand on top of hers, sort of grasped her hand and casually moved it up his leg till her hand was next to his crotch. She stopped chattering when she realized where her hand was. She didn't move it. She just stopped talking and looked at him and smiled. My cock sprang to life. I felt wetness. The moment only lasted a few seconds. It was a revelation.
I could see his erection pushing his pants out. He pulled one more time on her hand and eased it down on his mound. I swear she squeezed it before she pulled her hand away. I was beginning to accept the fact that I had a hot wife. Her appearance of innocence was not really her. I didn't really know who I was married to. I liked it.
As we were laying in bed later that night I whispered, "Did that guy put your hand on his dick tonight when you were sitting with him in the dark"? I don't think I had ever talked to her like that.
Tammy acted shocked and amused at the same time. "Of course not"! she giggled and said "Oh my God"! No! I was then sure of it. She was to quick to recall the exact moment I was referring to.
I assured her that it was ok, that I saw him pull her hand up to his crotch. I reminded her that I had warned her about guys getting the wrong idea when she would touch them so freely.
She dismissed the idea that a guy would get horny by her just touching his thigh. I suggested that if she didn't believe me she should ask Mark and Amy for their opinion.
The very next evening we spent at their home she sprang the question. Amy laughed. Mark responded immediately. He said he didn't know what other guys would be thinking but he was sure he would enjoy the touching. Everyone laughed. I checked facial expressions and found Tammy's to be glowing and him to be looking at her inquisitively.
As time went by the three of them spent a lot of time together when I was working long hours at my own business.
Mark had his own business too but he was well established and set his own hours. I would join them at their mountain cabin after both families had already gone up and spent at least one night with me staying behind working. The kids loved going and fishing and swimming in the lake.
I can not pinpoint why I started thinking things over but I started getting anxious about the relationship between my wife and Mark. Too friendly, too familiar. too much hugging and teasing. Amy didn't seem to be concerned so I decided that it was just me. I liked the thoughts their actions conjured up.
Tammy and I were having an ongoing argument about something, I don't remember what. Amy invited Tammy to go on an overnight shopping trip in Denver, her treat. They were gone for the weekend.
When Tammy arrived back home she seemed to be worried about something. That night we sat for a couple of glasses of wine and I asked her what the problem was. Did she and Amy have a fight?
Tammy came over to my chair and told me she had something to tell me. She said "Don't be mad at me". She sat on the arm of the chair, insisted that I not say anything or do anything till she finished her story. I agreed. She reminded me that she was very upset when she left because of our argument.
She said they checked into the motel, one room with double beds. She was exhausted and feeling sorry for herself. She started crying. Amy insisted that she tell her what the problem was. She said she could not even remember what the argument was about but Amy insisted on giving her a nice massage to help relax her.
They both showered, dressed for bed in their nighties and she lay on the bed on her stomach so Amy could give her the massage.
I had a visual of the two women in shorty nighties moving around on the bed with their asses showing every now and then. I grew an erection.
I made a joke of it. I said, "Hummmm, wish I was there"!
Tammy gave me a fake hit on my shoulder. "She is a lesbian". "What"! Tammy repeated herself." I said, she is a lesbian. Well, maybe not a lesbian but she enjoys that kind of sex. "Holy shit! Are you kidding me"? "Nope. She added, I am so sorry. It just happened. I was very upset and unhappy and the massage felt so good and one thing led to another. I just let it happen".
"Let what happen"? I asked. I felt a stirring in my loins.
Tammy hesitated and then put her face in her hands. "Don't make it difficult for me", she whispered. "I don't know how to explain what happened". I don't recall ever being so gruff but I said, "What happened? She eat your pussy"?
"Don't be mean to me. Just listen. She started off giving me a nice back rub and one thing led to another. I felt her touching me all over. At first I thought it was accidental but the I realized that she was feeling me up on purpose. I didn't know what to do. I just lay there and let her fondle me. Her fingers were like magic.
When she had me turn over on my back I started to get up. She pushed me back down and told me to relax. I was so tired, along with the wine, I dozed off. I woke up. My pantie were off. She was putting her fingers inside of me. She kissed me all over. I pushed at her head to make her stop but she would not. She had me climaxing constantly. I was weak and limp as a ragdoll. I was in a constant state of climaxing.
As I listened to her, all I knew was that my dick was so hard it hurt. Her soulful confession was making me horny, rather than concerned.
"She massage inside your pussy"? I wanted details. My wife had just fucked another woman and I was enjoying the confession rather than being upset. "Don't"! was her response.
She told me about the dildo that appeared. Her first experience with one. My dick was raging. All I knew was that I wanted her in bed. I needed some place to put my dick. I stood up and pulled her up with me. "Ok, ok, it's ok. Come on". I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She followed me like a sheep. "Do you hate me"? She asked. "No baby, I don't hate you. I love you and I am going to give you a real fuck to help make up for our argument".
Once we were in bed I got nearly every detail out of her. Amy had pulled Tammy's panties off and began to massage her pussy, fingering her and then pushing her face in between Tammy's legs and tonguing her. "Did you climax"? Yes. More than once? "Constantly". "Did you enjoy it"? "Yes, very much. Especially the vibrating dildo. I'm sorry it was just a new and exciting thing". "How big was it? She showed me with her hands. "Wow" you took it all"? "Yes".
For the next couple of weeks all I could think about was Tammy laying there getting her wet pussy eaten and massaged inside and out with a thick dildo by her best friend. I filled my day with images of Tammy on her back climaxing. I kept a very pleasant erection that I fondled almost constantly. If I saw the two of them together I would picture them wallowing all over each other.
Every night I would question Tammy for details about her sex with Amy. I decided it had not started on the shopping trip or ended there. At first she was very reluctant to talk about it but began to loosen up and tell me everything. The two of them were constantly getting each other off one way or another. Even in the pool with the kids playing around oblivious to what their mothers were doing.
I was in hog heaven. MY dick stayed stiff and hurt all the time. I would sit in my office with the door locked and jerk off by conjuring up a picture of the two of them in bed, my wife on her back with her legs spread and Amy sliding a dildo in and out of my pretty blond wife. I was a little depressed by the fact that our friends could satisfy my wife more than me it seemed
As the saying goes, "In for a penny, in for a pound"! I wanted to watch Tammy fuck someone. Male or female. Maybe Mark. Maybe Mark already had and maybe both of them had fucked my wife on one of those weekends at their mountain cabin.
I mentally recorded the number of times my wife would spend the day or an evening or a weekend at their home or cabin. I imagined all sorts of thing going on. I kept an erection. I was loving it.
Amy called and asked Tammy to do a few errands for her, for her kids at school etc. She was going to her mother's home for a week to help her thru some health issues. . She left on a Friday. Mark invited us over that Saturday. He had a sitter for the kids during the day but all the kids and the three adults were there enjoying the pool during the day on Saturday and Sunday.
I observed Mark checking out Tammy's very shapely body in a very small bikini with a little touch and go happening in the pool when he thought no one was watching or didn't care if they were. That included me. She would hesitate just long enough for him to get a feel and separate before they attracted any attention. Of course the kids loved holding Tammy while he tickled her. Right.
I wondered if he knew that his wife had played with my wife's pussy.
He was always the one to apply lotion to Tammy's back and legs and upper thighs. That first Saturday he had her on the chase lounge, face down. I pretended to be dozing. His hand traveled up between her legs and spent a little time massaging her butt cheeks and then her swollen mound. At his insistence, we stayed over a night or two so the kids could have sleep in's.
I was constantly thinking about the possibilities.
That first evening was pretty harmless. With a few exceptions when he would manage to be in another room with her long enough for me to start feeling anxious. I wanted something to happen but I wanted to be there to watch. I was obsessed with wanting to watch my wife get thoroughly screwed with his big dick. I was a little ashamed of that. I wanted to experience it but without anyone realizing how I felt.
The second night the three of us were sitting around downing booze and laughing it up. The kids were out for the night. Lights down low. TV off. The three of us lined up on the sofa. Tammy in the middle in just her shorty nightgown. Mark with his muscular tanned legs in his silky shorty PJs. Lots of smooth milky white thigh showing on Tammy's part. Joking, laughing, getting drunk. Tammy's hand on Mark's hairy thigh. Mark's one hand over Tammy's hand with his right arm around her sort of holding her in place.
I thought about the guy at the house party who pulled Tammy's hand up to his crotch. My dick was hard. I jokingly said, "Better watch that hand Mark. Never know where it might stray'. Both of the giggled. Mark said, "She is the one to watch out. She could get snake bit"! With that he pulled her hand up and placed it directly on top of his erection which was tenting his shorts. He looked at me for my reaction. I nodded a grinning ok. Tammy exclaimed, "Mark"! She didn't pull her hand away. My erection grew. She squeezed his cock thru his pajama shorts and told him he was a devil. That started some sort of wrestling match between the two of them that ended up with both of them on the floor, Mark on his back and Tammy straddling him. Her gown had slid up to her thighs. Her beautiful smooth legs in full view almost to her panties. I knew she had to be feeling his cock pushing against her pussy thru the silky material of his pajama shorts. His heavy muscular tanned legs in contrast to her smooth white gams.
My erection hurt. I was excited. It was going to happen. I just sat there and massaged myself while the two of them wrestled around on the carpet with Tammy laying down on him and feeling around between their bodies, pulling on the waistband of his shorts.
I regretted the lights being down so low. I couldn't see very well but I could see his shorts coming loose and sliding halfway down his legs. I glimpsed his cock. I was surprised. He was very well endowed. Twice my size. There was a moment of hesitation when both of them stopped moving very much. It was at that moment when the head of his penis found her opening.
He moaned and she moaned as he slid into her. She was riding him like a cowgirl. Unfortunately her gown was draped over their thighs so I could not see him going in and out but I could hear the slurping sounds of her wet pussy. Mark was fucking my wife right in front of me. I was jerking my meat watching them fuck. Every now and then I could see his thick cock pushing into and pulling out of her. It suddenly occurred to me as to why she had been feeling so loose to me. He had stretched that pussy.
I could hear the sounds. I could smell the sex. She was leaning down and kissing him as she fucked him. I was forgotten. She planned it. She wanted me to see her fucking Mark. I was a little disappointed when I blew my load. I wanted the feeling to last longer.
The two of them lay on the floor almost motionless for a long time before we retired to his bedroom for the night. I followed meekly behind, not a word spoken and lay next to them as they fucked again. She wanted it that way. It was her who pulled me onto the bed and gave me a wet kiss. Her fingers massaged my balls and cock. A little reward for me I guess. I fell asleep. Just before I fell asleep I felt the distinct touch of a man's hand wrap around my semi-erection. Life was good.
Mark and Amy became a regular part of our life. The two gals were always together. Each had two girls about the same age. We attended the same church.
Tammy is a touchy feely sort of gal. She never hesitated during a conversation to touch a guy's shoulder or put her hand on his thigh as an emphasis as to what she was saying.
At first I was jealous. I wanted to tell her touching strangers, especially males she had just met, was not the thing to do. It gave guys the wrong idea. Secretly it made me sexually excited when I observed her doing it or even imagining it over again.
I remember the first time I saw her sitting by a guy at a house party with her hand halfway up his thigh. They were sitting on a two person sofa in a darkened room devoid of people. I admit I was peeking. I found that I was allowing my self to inject sexual thoughts into what was surely her innocent gestures. I began to accept the fact that that I was aroused by the thought of my wife and another man.
Then it happened. The guy very slowly put his hand on top of hers, sort of grasped her hand and casually moved it up his leg till her hand was next to his crotch. She stopped chattering when she realized where her hand was. She didn't move it. She just stopped talking and looked at him and smiled. My cock sprang to life. I felt wetness. The moment only lasted a few seconds. It was a revelation.
I could see his erection pushing his pants out. He pulled one more time on her hand and eased it down on his mound. I swear she squeezed it before she pulled her hand away. I was beginning to accept the fact that I had a hot wife. Her appearance of innocence was not really her. I didn't really know who I was married to. I liked it.
As we were laying in bed later that night I whispered, "Did that guy put your hand on his dick tonight when you were sitting with him in the dark"? I don't think I had ever talked to her like that.
Tammy acted shocked and amused at the same time. "Of course not"! she giggled and said "Oh my God"! No! I was then sure of it. She was to quick to recall the exact moment I was referring to.
I assured her that it was ok, that I saw him pull her hand up to his crotch. I reminded her that I had warned her about guys getting the wrong idea when she would touch them so freely.
She dismissed the idea that a guy would get horny by her just touching his thigh. I suggested that if she didn't believe me she should ask Mark and Amy for their opinion.
The very next evening we spent at their home she sprang the question. Amy laughed. Mark responded immediately. He said he didn't know what other guys would be thinking but he was sure he would enjoy the touching. Everyone laughed. I checked facial expressions and found Tammy's to be glowing and him to be looking at her inquisitively.
As time went by the three of them spent a lot of time together when I was working long hours at my own business.
Mark had his own business too but he was well established and set his own hours. I would join them at their mountain cabin after both families had already gone up and spent at least one night with me staying behind working. The kids loved going and fishing and swimming in the lake.
I can not pinpoint why I started thinking things over but I started getting anxious about the relationship between my wife and Mark. Too friendly, too familiar. too much hugging and teasing. Amy didn't seem to be concerned so I decided that it was just me. I liked the thoughts their actions conjured up.
Tammy and I were having an ongoing argument about something, I don't remember what. Amy invited Tammy to go on an overnight shopping trip in Denver, her treat. They were gone for the weekend.
When Tammy arrived back home she seemed to be worried about something. That night we sat for a couple of glasses of wine and I asked her what the problem was. Did she and Amy have a fight?
Tammy came over to my chair and told me she had something to tell me. She said "Don't be mad at me". She sat on the arm of the chair, insisted that I not say anything or do anything till she finished her story. I agreed. She reminded me that she was very upset when she left because of our argument.
She said they checked into the motel, one room with double beds. She was exhausted and feeling sorry for herself. She started crying. Amy insisted that she tell her what the problem was. She said she could not even remember what the argument was about but Amy insisted on giving her a nice massage to help relax her.
They both showered, dressed for bed in their nighties and she lay on the bed on her stomach so Amy could give her the massage.
I had a visual of the two women in shorty nighties moving around on the bed with their asses showing every now and then. I grew an erection.
I made a joke of it. I said, "Hummmm, wish I was there"!
Tammy gave me a fake hit on my shoulder. "She is a lesbian". "What"! Tammy repeated herself." I said, she is a lesbian. Well, maybe not a lesbian but she enjoys that kind of sex. "Holy shit! Are you kidding me"? "Nope. She added, I am so sorry. It just happened. I was very upset and unhappy and the massage felt so good and one thing led to another. I just let it happen".
"Let what happen"? I asked. I felt a stirring in my loins.
Tammy hesitated and then put her face in her hands. "Don't make it difficult for me", she whispered. "I don't know how to explain what happened". I don't recall ever being so gruff but I said, "What happened? She eat your pussy"?
"Don't be mean to me. Just listen. She started off giving me a nice back rub and one thing led to another. I felt her touching me all over. At first I thought it was accidental but the I realized that she was feeling me up on purpose. I didn't know what to do. I just lay there and let her fondle me. Her fingers were like magic.
When she had me turn over on my back I started to get up. She pushed me back down and told me to relax. I was so tired, along with the wine, I dozed off. I woke up. My pantie were off. She was putting her fingers inside of me. She kissed me all over. I pushed at her head to make her stop but she would not. She had me climaxing constantly. I was weak and limp as a ragdoll. I was in a constant state of climaxing.
As I listened to her, all I knew was that my dick was so hard it hurt. Her soulful confession was making me horny, rather than concerned.
"She massage inside your pussy"? I wanted details. My wife had just fucked another woman and I was enjoying the confession rather than being upset. "Don't"! was her response.
She told me about the dildo that appeared. Her first experience with one. My dick was raging. All I knew was that I wanted her in bed. I needed some place to put my dick. I stood up and pulled her up with me. "Ok, ok, it's ok. Come on". I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She followed me like a sheep. "Do you hate me"? She asked. "No baby, I don't hate you. I love you and I am going to give you a real fuck to help make up for our argument".
Once we were in bed I got nearly every detail out of her. Amy had pulled Tammy's panties off and began to massage her pussy, fingering her and then pushing her face in between Tammy's legs and tonguing her. "Did you climax"? Yes. More than once? "Constantly". "Did you enjoy it"? "Yes, very much. Especially the vibrating dildo. I'm sorry it was just a new and exciting thing". "How big was it? She showed me with her hands. "Wow" you took it all"? "Yes".
For the next couple of weeks all I could think about was Tammy laying there getting her wet pussy eaten and massaged inside and out with a thick dildo by her best friend. I filled my day with images of Tammy on her back climaxing. I kept a very pleasant erection that I fondled almost constantly. If I saw the two of them together I would picture them wallowing all over each other.
Every night I would question Tammy for details about her sex with Amy. I decided it had not started on the shopping trip or ended there. At first she was very reluctant to talk about it but began to loosen up and tell me everything. The two of them were constantly getting each other off one way or another. Even in the pool with the kids playing around oblivious to what their mothers were doing.
I was in hog heaven. MY dick stayed stiff and hurt all the time. I would sit in my office with the door locked and jerk off by conjuring up a picture of the two of them in bed, my wife on her back with her legs spread and Amy sliding a dildo in and out of my pretty blond wife. I was a little depressed by the fact that our friends could satisfy my wife more than me it seemed
As the saying goes, "In for a penny, in for a pound"! I wanted to watch Tammy fuck someone. Male or female. Maybe Mark. Maybe Mark already had and maybe both of them had fucked my wife on one of those weekends at their mountain cabin.
I mentally recorded the number of times my wife would spend the day or an evening or a weekend at their home or cabin. I imagined all sorts of thing going on. I kept an erection. I was loving it.
Amy called and asked Tammy to do a few errands for her, for her kids at school etc. She was going to her mother's home for a week to help her thru some health issues. . She left on a Friday. Mark invited us over that Saturday. He had a sitter for the kids during the day but all the kids and the three adults were there enjoying the pool during the day on Saturday and Sunday.
I observed Mark checking out Tammy's very shapely body in a very small bikini with a little touch and go happening in the pool when he thought no one was watching or didn't care if they were. That included me. She would hesitate just long enough for him to get a feel and separate before they attracted any attention. Of course the kids loved holding Tammy while he tickled her. Right.
I wondered if he knew that his wife had played with my wife's pussy.
He was always the one to apply lotion to Tammy's back and legs and upper thighs. That first Saturday he had her on the chase lounge, face down. I pretended to be dozing. His hand traveled up between her legs and spent a little time massaging her butt cheeks and then her swollen mound. At his insistence, we stayed over a night or two so the kids could have sleep in's.
I was constantly thinking about the possibilities.
That first evening was pretty harmless. With a few exceptions when he would manage to be in another room with her long enough for me to start feeling anxious. I wanted something to happen but I wanted to be there to watch. I was obsessed with wanting to watch my wife get thoroughly screwed with his big dick. I was a little ashamed of that. I wanted to experience it but without anyone realizing how I felt.
The second night the three of us were sitting around downing booze and laughing it up. The kids were out for the night. Lights down low. TV off. The three of us lined up on the sofa. Tammy in the middle in just her shorty nightgown. Mark with his muscular tanned legs in his silky shorty PJs. Lots of smooth milky white thigh showing on Tammy's part. Joking, laughing, getting drunk. Tammy's hand on Mark's hairy thigh. Mark's one hand over Tammy's hand with his right arm around her sort of holding her in place.
I thought about the guy at the house party who pulled Tammy's hand up to his crotch. My dick was hard. I jokingly said, "Better watch that hand Mark. Never know where it might stray'. Both of the giggled. Mark said, "She is the one to watch out. She could get snake bit"! With that he pulled her hand up and placed it directly on top of his erection which was tenting his shorts. He looked at me for my reaction. I nodded a grinning ok. Tammy exclaimed, "Mark"! She didn't pull her hand away. My erection grew. She squeezed his cock thru his pajama shorts and told him he was a devil. That started some sort of wrestling match between the two of them that ended up with both of them on the floor, Mark on his back and Tammy straddling him. Her gown had slid up to her thighs. Her beautiful smooth legs in full view almost to her panties. I knew she had to be feeling his cock pushing against her pussy thru the silky material of his pajama shorts. His heavy muscular tanned legs in contrast to her smooth white gams.
My erection hurt. I was excited. It was going to happen. I just sat there and massaged myself while the two of them wrestled around on the carpet with Tammy laying down on him and feeling around between their bodies, pulling on the waistband of his shorts.
I regretted the lights being down so low. I couldn't see very well but I could see his shorts coming loose and sliding halfway down his legs. I glimpsed his cock. I was surprised. He was very well endowed. Twice my size. There was a moment of hesitation when both of them stopped moving very much. It was at that moment when the head of his penis found her opening.
He moaned and she moaned as he slid into her. She was riding him like a cowgirl. Unfortunately her gown was draped over their thighs so I could not see him going in and out but I could hear the slurping sounds of her wet pussy. Mark was fucking my wife right in front of me. I was jerking my meat watching them fuck. Every now and then I could see his thick cock pushing into and pulling out of her. It suddenly occurred to me as to why she had been feeling so loose to me. He had stretched that pussy.
I could hear the sounds. I could smell the sex. She was leaning down and kissing him as she fucked him. I was forgotten. She planned it. She wanted me to see her fucking Mark. I was a little disappointed when I blew my load. I wanted the feeling to last longer.
The two of them lay on the floor almost motionless for a long time before we retired to his bedroom for the night. I followed meekly behind, not a word spoken and lay next to them as they fucked again. She wanted it that way. It was her who pulled me onto the bed and gave me a wet kiss. Her fingers massaged my balls and cock. A little reward for me I guess. I fell asleep. Just before I fell asleep I felt the distinct touch of a man's hand wrap around my semi-erection. Life was good.
Poster:
Abe
