We ****** His Wife

I was sitting in a chair at the house of some friends late one night after a party. My friend Mark, had asked me to stay a while when the others began to leave. I told my wife that I would walk home later and that she could take our car. I just shrugged when she asked what was up and said that Mark seemed serious about something. We kissed and away she went.

I was nursing a drink when Mark and his wife Sarah returned to the living room. Sarah is a hot looking little gal. She and I teased and flirted a bit; and in fact that night my free hand had wandered down her back and butt to the back of her legs while dancing; but there was no indication that she might let me in her panties. I would have loved to do her if asked. She was wearing a white terri-cloth robe tied at the waist. Mark sat down in the corner of the sofa facing me and Sarah settled down upright against Mark's body, with her legs stretched out and pointing towards me. Mark's hand circled under her arm and found her breast and caressed it through the robe. Sarah looked a little uneasy; looking over at me to see my reaction I guess; then she settled back and closed her eyes. Mark then pulled the top of the robe open and exposed one breast, looking down at it over her shoulder. His fingers found her nipple and he said to me, "doesn't she have great ****? I love sucking these nipples. What do you think?" 

I murmured something like, "yes she has beautiful breasts". I was not sure what was happening but was beginning to think it might be something nice. He opened the top of the robe wider and both **** were staring at me, nice and full complete with erect nipples. Sarah was excited and I licked my lips. I had a pretty good idea by now that I had been set up by Mark, if not the two of them; to **** Sarah. The stirrings in my shorts increased. Mark said, "why not open your robe and show Jim your ***** baby." Sarah did not appear to be ready, she seemed to be just a little uncertain; she hesitated and then opened the robe. My eyes moved up and down her from face to ***** and bare legs. She had a full bush, sort of reddish hairs and the top of her slit was just visible at the bottom of the Y. Our eyes met; she could see how excited I had become looking at her naked body. I let my hand slide to my ****, rubbed it a bit as she watched me. Mark's hand slipped down and rubbed her mound, fingers riffling through the hairs, then slipped two fingers between her legs. I could not take my eyes off his fingers playing in her slit. Her eyes never left mine as her legs spread slowly open and Mark's fingers were rubbing her **** lips, tugging at them as they became wetter and more slippery. Mark said, "Would you like some of this Jim? Sarah has been telling me about you and her; how you come on to her. She told me that she has often thought about ******* you. Why not come over and touch her *****." Sarah slowly pulled her knees up with her feet on the sofa to make room for me in invitation. 

Well I did want some of it alright and this seemed to be a win-win situation so I stood up and moved to sit at Sarah's feet. Mark's hands returned to Sarah's **** and fingered the nipples leaving her wet **** for my play. Sarah was trembling, her butt moving and twisting in anticipation of the touch of another man. I moved slowly, letting the hot palm of my hand find the inside of her knee and sliding down her inner thigh. I love that soft silky skin on a woman which acts as a magnet to draw your hand to the *****. I rubbed the edge of my forefinger along her slit, our eyes locked, wetting our lips, the sticky wetness coating my finger as she raised her hips up to meet my hand. Her eyes were saying yes. I looked down and used my fingers to part the slit, wetting the finger tips and then sliding one finger up under her pubic bone. She whimpered softly as I fingered her, her **** swelling up. She had a prominent **** and I asked her if I could taste her. She said, "oh yes, yes, yes." 

I stood up first and dropped my pants and shorts and heard her take in her breath as my **** sprang out. Mark said to her, "hmmm a big **** baby, probably bigger than mine, what do you think?" I knelt on the floor and leaned in over her; Mark lifted one of her legs up over my shoulder around my neck and I kissed my way down to her now wide open slit. The inner lips were trembling like flower petals in a breeze as my tongue tip flicked at the edges of the petals. She arched upwards, moaning and her ***** lips opened to form a small "O". I slipped my tongue dead center of the hole and inserted it slowly, tasting the juices now flowing quite freely. Then I moved up to her ****, closing my lips around the little head gently, flicking with my tongue. I inserted my finger into the hole again as I kissed and licked her ****. She was vibrating and very close to ******* so I backed off and stood up. 

I ******** my shirt off and settled down on my knees between her legs. In a strangled voice Mark said, "feel his **** baby, put your hands around it, feel his balls, this is what you wanted baby, you can have it all now." Her hand closed around my **** and I had to will myself to hold back, that first touch of a woman's hands on my **** is like entering another world to me. I gritted my teeth together and forced the *** back to my toes. I looked down as Sarah moved my knob to her ****. She rubbed the knob right in the middle of the hole, between her feathery lips. I pulled it back a bit; the wetness making it shine; pushed it ahead and popped the knob into her and then pulling it back again. Mark pulled her hands back off me, holding them up near her head, allowing me to use her **** as I wanted. I ****** her a bit with just the knob, the sticky juices extending the shiny appearance when I pulled it out. Then a little deeper, ******* her again with only partial ****. I was fascinated as the wetness appeared on my **** like a thermometer. I said, "Look down Sarah, you can see how deep I am in your *****, do you want me to go deeper?" 

I was teasing her mercilessly, but this was a significant event in both our lives and I wanted it to be memorable for her. She arched upwards trying to slide her **** up around me but I pulled back, wanting to control events. I leaned towards her, found her mouth, her tongue and slipped my **** almost all the way into her, ****** her a bit with it, then pulled back. I said, "Look Sarah, how deep I am now." We both peered down as the **** exited her ****; it was wet for about 3/4 of its length. Her **** hole formed the "O" almost begging me to **** it more. I leaned ahead again, whispered "you get it all now baby", found her lips and tongue once more and with one quick thrust buried myself to my balls. I held it deep and let her **** it a bit; releasing the tension I had built up in her. 

We were a little crowded and I could not engage all of her so Mark now pulled out from under her and she lay back with her head on the arm of the sofa. I stayed between her legs and as she settled down I lay my **** along her slit. I bent down and sucked her nipples as my **** brushed her legs and belly then as her hand fumbled and found my shaft, our tongues met once more and as soon as the knob touched her ****, I drove it into her. Mark was somewhere behind me and encouraged me, "**** her now, **** her hard and deep, give it up to him baby, let him take you." Sarah's heels dug into my back and pulled me into her and groaned "yes, yes, **** me Jim". My hands went up under her shoulders and I began to chin myself with my **** in her. We pounded away relentlessly; there was no more teasing and I was intent on getting her off first. Her **** was so active however that as soon as her body tightened to *** I pretty well lost it and we came together. I collapsed on her, **** still hard enough to stroke her, those last glorious strokes as she milked my knob. I could hear grunting behind me and it was Mark ******* himself off. Then he begged me, "get off her, I want to *** in her." I struggled up sooner than I would have preferred but understood his distress. As he moved between her legs I saw the cream pie in her *****. His knob worked its way into her as my *** oozed out of her lips. 

I picked up my clothes and went for a shower. I could not go home smelling ***** and I left them ******* on the couch. When I returned to the living room after drying off and dressing, Sarah was alone on the sofa, still spread out and flushed. I bent and kissed her good night. She smiled at me and whispered, "Call me next week". I nodded agreement but thought to myself, no way. It is one thing to **** a friend's wife at his invitation, but was not a good idea to do it on the sly. On the other hand ------



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