Very early in our marriage, my wife and I stayed the night at my best friend’s and his wife’s place.
Because of work, both my friend and I had moved to the same town.
This was when we had no children, I was barely in my 20s, and my wife not yet 20. We weren’t going to church then, and things have changed with time—job changes and kids. We were much more adventurous sexually back then too.
Both couples being new to the area, we hung out a lot. We stayed over at each other’s places, fixed dinners (or breakfasts), watched movies, played cards, etc. Both, my friend and I were raised in the church, but neither of us were attending at this time. As best friends go, we knew each other like brothers. I knew his wife from growing up. My wife was the odd one out. She was new to the group, and was first introduced to my friend and his wife when they moved close to us.
It wasn’t long before we all hit it off. We spent much of our time together. My wife and his wife, though different, got along. She was a little more rough around the edges than my wife. She cussed, smoked, and drank, but no one was offended. It didn’t get in the way. We each had our different (or sometimes same) habits. Indoors, outdoors, any season, we socialized. The girls would sunbathe. We guys went fishing. We would cookout, or go out, whatever.
One time we were staying the night at our friends’ place and playing cards into the late night and the early morning. We were all tired when we decided to go to bed. My wife and I pulled out the hide-a-bed from the couch and got all our stuff situated—evening bathroom routines, changing clothes and whatnot.
I came out of the bathroom and it seemed every light was on in the living room, where we were sleeping. My friend and his wife had gone to bed. Her cigarettes and half-finished glass of wine had been left on the table across from our bed.
Time to turn in.
It seemed pretty erotic, being alone with a big bed right in the middle of the room. My wife was wearing just panties and a t-shirt. She was looking very edible. Her breasts wobbled and swayed as she approached the bed and got in. I started to grow hard.
All alone, I laid with no blankets on me, showing my pitched tent.
“What’s that?” she smiled and pointed.
I quietly said, “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”
“Here? They’re just on the other side of this wall. I dare you!” She got a little playful tone in her voice.
I took my shirt off, just staying in my briefs, looking like I had a NASA rocket in them.
“Now, you,” I wooed back.
She looked around the big white room, with us sitting in the open in a big white bed. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and with sighed giggling, pulled it up and off of her, totally revealing her bouncing and very round, inviting breasts to all the room. Giddy, in the moment, she lifted her arms above her head, clasped her hands, and gave her shoulders a sway back and forth causing her breasts to wobble and play.
As she settled back into place, she insisted, “Your turn, mister,” gesturing to my WMD impatiently.
We both were half sitting, half laying across the bed. I assumed the position, lifted my butt off the bed, and pulled my undies off. My hard dick sprung into its upright position.
“Mmm,” she appreciated with hungry approval.
I got back into my spot, completely naked in my friend’s living room. I look at my wife with a little side eye and raised eyebrow, pointing with my eyes at her panties, then looking at her, then back down to her panties.
“I’m showing mine…” I prodded her.
I got up on my knees, grabbed her panties at both hips, and pulled them off her. She smiled and accommodated. She lay flat on her back and I tucked myself up closer to her, still on my knees. I spread her legs and placed my hands under both butt cheeks. I knelt down a few inches and lifted her naked pussy to my mouth. Her legs and feet were up in the air, above my head, her back up off the bed. She rested her shoulders and head on the bed with her butt in my hands.
My tongue and mouth opened her. My lips met hers. The tart spark of taste was lightning to my body. My wet tongue searched her wet slit. Her musky scent was intoxicating. The whole experience was. Skin on skin. Lips on lips. Heat on heat. Wet on wet.
She opened to my open mouth. My tongue slid, probed, and smeared all over her clitoris, labia, and vagina. I sucked, kissed, and tugged at her inner labia and clit.
It wasn’t long before she was panting. She was breathing heavy and fast. We were in heat. We didn’t care whose house we were in. She started to quiver. Her thighs shivered.
“Oh!…” she exclaimed.
Her legs tightened around my ears. Her breasts and body jiggled and shuddered. She came a heavy, thick orgasm—but quietly. She hissed her way through her climax, then fell to the bed.
I moved up and into her wet, slimy pussy. She met my cock, clothing me in her. I slid in and out—pulling and pushing. I picked up the pace and started a rhythm, while still trying to be quiet.
In my strategy to have her cum again before I do, I averted my attention from my sensation.
She started her own rhythm. Our tingles danced together. Her breath heaved with every thrust of mine. I had a look at the room, distracting myself. The cigarettes and glass of wine were gone.
Somebody saw us. Odds are it was my friend’s wife. She is always gathering up her smokes herself. That’s where my mind went. She watched us. She saw me eating my wife out. She saw us naked as can be in her living room. I was feasting on my wife’s pussy. Eating at the Y.
My wife began to cum. She jolted me out of my daydream. I was thrusting hard, kneeling over her, no longer able to hold back. I was cumming inside my wife. As I pumped myself into her, I saw her breasts bouncing and rolling in cadence. We came together. We ended together.
I rolled off and told my wife we had an audience. I couldn’t say how long eyes were on us, or even who, for sure. My wife chimed in, “She grabbed her stuff and watched a few minutes while you were lapping at my pie. We made eye contact and she gave me an excited ok sign, and left.”
On our way home, later that day, my wife told me she could tell when I noticed, and made the connection. She felt me swell up in her, and I split her open wider and came deeper in her, awakening her to an earth shattering orgasm herself. It was something she didn’t expect, nor did I actually know I did.
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