Another Man Prepping My Wife ...A while ago my wife had a work function in town. It was one of those functions where spouses weren’t permitted (a shame really, given what eventuated!). Anyway, by all accounts a bit of a drunken affair - lots of grog and little food, so that after a couple of hours, everyone was well and truly mellow and very easy going. Now the function was a one of those events where the Consultants, like my wife, were expected to smooch up to the clients and make them feel special. One of the clients there, Andrew, worked for one of the bigger connections, so when he started to work the room, chatting up the girls and fondling their *****, no one was going to stop him. As it turned out, he was a serious cyclist and had a rather firm body – something L (my wife) is always a bit fond of.
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In the back seat of the cab, it didn’t take Andrew long to make his move. Some gentle brushes of his lips on hers, his hand gently squeezing her ****, a slow, gentle stroke of his tongue on her neck and L was putty in his hands – her ***** dripping with anticipation and hungering to be fed. So when Andrew whispers to her that "I would love to feel your *****", my always compliant darling wife unzips her slacks, pulls them down, spreads her legs and invites him to slide in his fingers. First one, sliding gently in and out, setting up a nice rhythm, to be then joined by a second, with his thumb on top, softly pressing on her by now engorged ****. Having been prepped for several hours, being in the back of a cab with a stranger and without her husband there, it didn’t take L long to come, the presence of the cab driver hearing all their squelches and moans being an additional turn-on!
Having come, L being the fair minded girl that she is, turned her attention to relieve Andrew. One of her hands snaked across and released his by then throbbing **** for some loving attention. His pre-*** glistening on the tip of his ****, the scent of her own ***** filling the air, and his encouraging groans enticed her lips around his solid member. The touch of her lips would have been enough, her tongue though finished him off and he shot his load into her welcoming mouth. Shortly after, the cab arrived at Andrew’s place. In the scheme of things my wife would’ve gone inside with him to be pumped until she came again, but as Andrew’s wife and kids were in the house that wasn’t going to happen. So, slipping his tongue is for a good night kiss, he sent her on her home to me – nicely primed for ******* ☺.
It was close to 2-00 a.m. when L got home, so I’d already gone to bed. What I did get though, was my darling wife sharing what had been going down. Now, whilst I was a little sceptical,the taste of another man on (and in!) her mouth, a hot, wet and throbbing ***** and her urgent demands to be ****** convinced me that she'd been doing something very naughty and very exciting. So, savouring the tasting of her mouth and her ***** (which was so wet, her love juice was running down her thighs), I gave her the long, slow, deep **** thrusts that she’d been hungering for all night. Her ***** filled with ****, a naked man in her arms and the fresh memory of a stranger’s fingers exploring her **** meant her second ****** exploded in her and her *****, spasming, milked the *** from ****. With one man’s *** in her mouth and another man’s *** in her ****, she feel asleep in my arms, her passion spent for the night.
Like many such naughty experiences, the memory lingered and L’s sex drive (and her wet and hungry *****) continued form some weeks. She would wake me during the night, hungering to be both fingered and pumped.
Hot stuff – for me and her. I get hard every time I run through the visions in my mind and even hotter at the other possibilities. Despite my encouragement, L hasn’t ventured out like that again (well, as far as I know :P) but I live in hope. My ultimate fantasy is to be with her whilst she’s serviced by another guy – I watch them both come, see him pull his **** (glistening with her love juice) from her **** into which I then slide my throbbing ****. Her *****, dripping with his ***, still spasming with her ******, grabs my manhood and milks me too, until our juice all mix together in her delightful honey pot.