0 comments/ 22766 views/ 0 favorites Pink By: Sateema Lunasi It had been near a half an hour and we were pretty sure the elevator wasn’t going anywhere. We were stuck for sure. It was one of those old buildings too, the kind that didn’t have the phones in elevators to call out when things like this happened. So, the two of us just stood there feeling stupid next to the mirrors on the walls. "We can crawl up the shaft." He suggested, pointing to a trap-like door in the ceiling. I nodded, thinking I would like to crawl up his shaft. He was really good looking and built too. He said his name was Paul Saint. I found that romantic...wanting to switch it around and say Saint Paul. But I wasn’t thinking saintly thoughts. Not at all. "Yeah, we could do that...but...you know it is so quiet in here. Just us. You know?" I replied. He looked at me a minute. Yeah, he knew what I was doing. Trying to seduce him. "You don’t even know me well enough to enjoy my company." He said, a smile like Gene Kelly in those old MGM movies. He had a body like a dancer, could be one, maybe. Graceful pose...smiling ear to ear...movie star face... "I could enjoy your company...right here...right now..." I said, giving him a smile. "Really?" he sidled up to me, glancing at our reflection in the mirror. "So if I lift up your skirt, you won’t protest?" I shook my head. "Not one bit." And he lifted up my skirt then, faded denim and tight, pushing it up over my hips. He hesitated a moment. I thought maybe he didn’t like the way I looked or something. No, it wasn’t that at all. "I like these." He stated, pulling at the elastic band of my tights, peach pink like ballerina tights and the pink tan of my legs showed through. They were brand new, Danskin, I had bought them for Aerobics class but wore them today anyway. "You do?" I asked, pushing my hips to him so he could get a better feel of my legs. "Very much...I would like them better with your panties off." His wish was my command. I slipped the black panties I wore over the tights off and kicked them aside. He was looking at the thick thatch of my pubic hair now, smashed down under the pink tights. "I would like you better if I could see your cock." I said boldly. He was more than happy to oblige. He unzipped his jeans and pulled down the band of his briefs, showing me a fully erect cock that sprung free and bounced out of it’s enclosure. I slipped off my white tank top while he did this, showing him my blue lace bra. He seemed to like that too. My nipples were hard and poked a little bit over the very top of the rim. I even let my hair down for him, tossing the silver clip to the floor of the elevator. I looked at his cock and instantly wanted to take it in my mouth. I really enjoy giving head, even though a lot of girls don’t. I love the way a cock feels in my mouth. He seemed to read my mind because he put my hand on his cock and pushed me gently to the floor on my knees, letting me lap at the head with my tongue. I brushed my nipples against the hair on his legs that felt so good and masculine. "I want to see you touch yourself..." he said in a raspy voice like he might pop off and come any second. I rose up and lifted one leg up on the bar-railing of the elevator, and started to pulkl the tights down, but he said, "No, keep them on and do it...underneath." Okay, this was getting very hot and I wanted him so bad. I kept my leg up and faced him, slipping my hand down the front of the pink tights and stroking my cunt there. He kneeled down then, actually kneeled down in front of me and watched me up close, seeing my fingers stroke my own pussy. I opened myself up and let him see the pink inside, the wet glistening pink that was so secret. He had his fist around his cock and was pumping himself now, pretty hard and fast. He reached up and pinched my nipples one after the other as if he were testing their resilience or the weight of my breasts. I was looking down at his cock, all pink, swollen and hard...so much pink everywhere... I inserted a finger into myself, surprised at my own heat and the way my lips had swollen up with heat. I put another finger in, then a third. His face was right there, smelling me...maybe tasting the air...if that makes sense. I half expected him to dive into me, to fill me up. Just put his face in me, bury himself in wet heat. His hand was pumping faster, with more fury and he groaned. I was coming, the orgasm coming on in a slow wave of heat that built up like white fire and exploded. The wetness was on both sides of my hand, on my pussy and on the thin sheen of nylon of the tights. I was shivering and jerking around, not really caring if we got out of the elevator or not. I was beyond that. It’s strange how things work, because right then the elevator lurched and started an even descent up, in the direction we had commanded it to. I quickly tried to compose myself, taking my hand out and scampering for my discarded clothing. I raced to put on my top and to fix the now wet tights and denim skirt around my waist. He simply and casually zipped up his jeans and laughed at me. The door opened. A group of about 7 people stood there waiting for the elevator. I tried to hide the flush on my face. Everyone was looking at us. I was getting ready to walk past them when Paul said in the slyest voice, loud enough for them to hear, "Was it good for you?" Pink and Frills The deal was, I'd help him dress up like a girl and in exchange we'd do what I wanted this time around. I know, I'm the luckiest girl in the world, having a boy who's into crossdressing. Not forced feminization. It's just that we both like to mess with gender roles a bit, and that in and of itself isn't a matter of or flirtation with power dynamics. A lot of the rest of it is though. First thing first, we had to pick out the right dress for him. Amazingly, he wears virtually the same size that I do, so I don't have to go and buy clothes separately for him. He picks out the tulip pink dress, not fancy or frilly enough to be a prom dress but nicer than a sundress. Like most of my nicer clothes, the awkward level of formality leaves it with virtually no uses. "Pink? Think that'll look stereotypical enough on you?" I ask as I take the dress out and toss it onto the bed, landing flat and lifelessly. "But you know pink's my favorite..." he whines, already pawing through my underwear drawer to find a matching set of a white lacy bra and panties. "I know. It's adorable." "Ooh, can I wear these too?" He holds up my pair of white fishnets stockings. "Wouldn't you rather wear the lace ones?" I ask, taking down the box with his single pair of stiletto shoes. "Yeah, you're probably right." He does indeed settle for the other white pair, with lace on the top and no hint of fishnet design. I think they match the lingerie far better than the other pair would. I begin plucking things out of my make-up collection as he undresses, only to be interrupted again almost instantly. "What about my legs?" Without looking, I know he forgot to shave them last night. I wouldn't blame him, but he always looks forward to getting dressed up and he always forgets to shave. "Go shave." "I was..." I glance over with mild impatience. "Hoping you'd help. I mean, I always nick myself, and I'm too sloppy." "All the more reason you practice," I retort, expecting him to argue. He just looks at me pleadingly though, so I sigh and follow him into the bathroom. No matter how many times I see him naked, I never stop loving the sight. He pulls his tee-shirt over his head inelegantly and tosses it onto the floor. He unbuttons and unzips and pulls down his jeans and his boxers in one swift motion, and I resist the urge to grab his hips and go down on him immediately. He sits on the edge of the tub and turns on the water. I sit near him, but far enough away so as not to be splashed. He catches water in his two hands and uses it to wet the upper regions of his leg too awkward to fit under the faucet without falling into the tub; he then lathers his legs up with shaving cream. The water off and one leg extended, foot placed on the edge of the tub next to me, I begin to shave his legs for him. It's a slow process, as I'm careful not to nick him, but more rewarding than I'd expected. A job isn't tedious when with stroke you're rewarded with revealing new soft, clean skin. Attention on the task at hand is harder when I'm gently removing the hair from his inner thighs, my fingers just inches from a certain already well-trimmed region. Even as we're both silent, I can tell he's thinking along the same lines as his cock grows, just a bit. Once I've finished shaving him, he rinses off and dons his clothing. His make-up is quick and simple, a little mascara, a touch of lipgloss, and a hint of eyeshadow. There's not much I can do with his short hair, so I just tousle it with a bit of gel and, despite his dirty look, add in a thin headband. "Feel pretty?" I ask, smiling as we both look into the mirror. He couldn't pass for a girl, most likely, but he's still beautiful to me. His lack of natural curves is dulled rather than accentuated by the dress; his mouth is soft and subtly pink. "Very much so." He grins in return and takes my hand, leading me into the bedroom. I kiss him passionately, pushing him back towards the bed. He almost stumbles, then pulls himself back in closer to me, his arms around my neck. As I flick my tongue across his lips I can taste his lipstick, the dull flavor of artificiality. As he clings to me, I keep one arm wrapped around his waist and with the other I stroke his neck, play with his hair. Through the few layers of material I can feel him growing firm. "Excited so quickly?" I run a hand up his dress and even through his panties, my sudden touch makes him gasp. "Are you surprised?" he retorts, grabbing onto me more tightly as my fingers slip under the lingerie. "Not particularly." I caress his shaft while planting more kisses on his waiting mouth. By now, his member is straining against the thin lace, firmly keeping him from outwardly extending to its desired position. He searches for my tongue with his, quite passionately. I'm not certain it's due merely to his desire for even more touch or whether it's colored by his frustration with such close-fitting and possibly mildly itchy underwear. I rather like having him slightly discomforted though, so I make no efforts to free his manhood of its lacy cage. After the string of kisses grows a bit calmer, my eyes open long enough to spot my harness lying on the dresser. I pull my hands away from him, very much to his disappointment, and begin stripping. He reaches out to me, trying to touch my breasts, but I slap his hand away playfully. Once fully naked, I don the harness and snugly fit in the dildo. His inquisitive look is answered as I grab his hair and push his head down. He drops onto his knees and begins licking the shaft of my artificial penis. His tongue looks particularly pink and soft against the gently curved blue silicone. My fingertips rest on his shoulders, and I permit him to take his time, licking every inch before finally taking much of it into his mouth. The noises he makes, like little gasps of pleasure muffled by the shaft in his mouth, please me. He looks up at me, eyes full of desire and affection, and I playfully push it a little deeper into his mouth. When I rest a hand on his head and nod at him, he takes the cue and rises to his feet again. "You know what I want to do to you," I whisper in his ear, nipping at his earlobe. "I know," he responds meekly. "Bend over." He walks to the bed and complies, hands firmly resting on the sheets, face turned away from me. I lift his dress, throwing the skirt up to reveal the lacy lingerie and stockings fully. I run my hands along the stockings, up past the portion of exposed, smooth thigh, and to the waistband of his panties. In a swift motion I pull them to his feet, and my hands return to rest upon his ass. I think he lets a silent sigh of relief out when I let go, but I return only moments later with a bottle of lubrication. I squeeze a bit onto the tips of two fingers and then toss it onto the bed near him. He quivers as I return my hand to his ass begin to caress its rosy entrance. To help him relax, I reach around to stroke his member with my other hand. It accomplishes this quite well, and I push the tip of one finger into him. He hardly murmurs, so I slide in a bit further, then pull out a bit. A gasp escapes him and I continue working my hands, both inside of him and on his manhood. Inserting a second finger into him makes him a bit uncomfortable at first, I can tell by the sharp intake of breath. For a moment I release his shaft to put a hand on his chest, pulling him up to a position much closer to standing so I can kiss the back of his neck reassuringly. Without pause I continue the steady in-out with my fingers, and once he's sufficiently comforted, return my free hand to its former stroking. When I pull both fingers out of him and reach for the bottle again, he tries to shift away from me nervously. I firmly maintain my grasp on his manhood as I squeeze a bit of lube onto my false one. Once it's properly coated, I move into position and carefully thrust in. The first push of my hips only gets an inch or two into him, despite the warm-up with my fingers, but it garners a frightened gasp from him. I slowly slide in deeper. He moans and grips the sheets, glancing back at me helplessly. I offer him a reassuring smile- and then force the last inch of the shaft inside him. We fall into a rhythm with a bit of time. Small noises continue to escape his lips from time to time as I pump his shaft and thrust into his ass in coordinated, steady motions. Minutes pass, but eventually I see the sweet twitch of one leg, accompanied moments afterwards by a fiercer grip on the sheets and heavier breathing. "Baby, I want you to come," I tell him sweetly. My arm is starting to grow tired, but I only grasp him more firmly. "I know. I know," he pants, pulling himself a bit closer to the bed. Another gasp from him. Another twitch. He throws his head back for a moment and cries out. He comes all over the sheets, moaning and clasping the bed. As he pulls himself towards the bed, I finally pull out of him and gently let go of his member. I remove the harness while he gets comfortable, and then cuddle up with him. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?" I smooth out the folds in his dress as I lovingly kiss his neck. "Not at all." He puts a finger under my chin and ever-so-gently directs my mouth up to his. It still has a thin layer of lipstick left, and here in my arms, he's even more beautiful than he was before. Pink & White Mary-Lou had her own private little pool down by the river. She'd found it quite by accident when she was a young teenager. The spring floods had cut across a corner of the river, changing the course slightly, and a deep hidden pool had formed amongst a copse of trees. Mary-Lou had been after a turkey that had vanished into the trees and had found the new pool by falling into it. Extricating herself, Mary-Lou had examined the new pool and resolved to keep its existence a secret. She now had a place she could go to swim and bathe without being spied on by various people of the male persuasion, which Mary-Lou considered a great advantage. It was a hot day, a few weeks after her eighteenth birthday, and Mary-Lou was feeling hot, sweaty and generally grotty. The ideal state in which to visit a nice pool and take some time to get cool and clean. Grabbing a towel, Mary-Lou vanished into the woods. Stripping off, Mary-Lou dived into the cold water, gasping from the shock. Deciding first things first, Mary-Lou bathed herself and washed her hair. Finally feeling clean and relaxed she disported herself in the pool, diving, swimming and floating. It was while she was peacefully floating that things went wrong. One moment she was at peace with the world, the next. . . "My, my. Look at you -- all pink and white and wet," came a drawling voice. A drawling male voice. And her on her back, displaying everything. Suddenly, the use of bathers seemed like a good idea. A pity it wasn't an idea she'd had earlier. Mary-Lou twisted frantically over, getting her feet under her. About to stand, it dawned on her that would just mean showing off all her attributes again, but in an upright position. Deciding discretion was called for she crouched in the water, just her head visible. Frigging Chris! How the hell had he found her? What was he doing here anyway? "What are you doing here?" demanded Mary-Lou. "Don't bother answering. Just go away." She could see that Chris was plainly laughing at her and it infuriated her. She was also a little disconcerted to see Chris starting to strip off. "What do you think you're doing?" Mary-Lou asked again, this time deciding she wanted an answer. "You can't come in here while I'm here." "I came down for a swim and a bath," explained Chris. "You're just a bonus. But one I've been meaning to catch up with for a couple of weeks now." "Well, you can't swim here," snapped Mary-Lou. "Go down to the river. And what do you mean, I'm a bonus?" "Actually, if you'll stop to think about it I've more right here than you have," pointed out Chris. "The pool's on our land, not yours. I've been bathing here for years now. Just never at the same time as you, apparently." "I didn't think your family believed in bathing," muttered Mary-Lou, blushing when she realised from the smirk on Chris's face that he'd heard her anyway. "They don't as a rule," admitted Chris, "but I enjoy it. And look at the extra delight I've found due to this habit." Mary-Lou swallowed and looked determinedly elsewhere as Chris's trousers came down. As soon as he was in the water she was out of there, and she didn't care if he did get an eyeful as she departed. "You can look now," came Chris's derisive comment, and Mary-Lou swung baleful eyes towards him. "Bastard," she hissed, red of face and looking elsewhere again, acutely conscious now of Chris's erection. "Back to your question as to what I meant about you being a bonus," drawled Chris, "It's really quite simple. You're eighteen and still a virgin and it's time to fix that little detail." A flick of her eyes showed that Chris was now in the water and decently covered, or as covered as he could be by clear water. Mary-Lou turned to face him, keeping her eyes on his face. "How the hell would you know if I'm a virgin?" she snapped. "I have two older brothers you know." "I know, and I explained to them very carefully what would happen to them if you weren't a virgin when I came to collect you," said Chris. Mary-Lou blinked at that. She had honestly expected to have to fight off those two deviates she called brothers, and had been surprised that they'd not only kept their hands to themselves but had actively fended off a couple of their groping friends. "And they listened to you?" she asked, doubt plain in her voice. "I believe that when I explained it to them I might have had Mike's testicles in one hand and a very sharp knife in the other," said Chris with a smirk. "It concentrated his mind on what I was saying wonderfully well. I hardly had to cut him at all. One little nick and they were both most agreeable to my demands." Mary-Lou wished she could have seen that scene, preferably with her hand on the knife. She couldn't knock the results. However, Chris's presumption was something else again. "That's all very well but, as far as I'm concerned, irrelevant to me. I'm not sleeping with you. End of story." Her firm statement was met with a derisive laugh. "For a start, I haven't asked you to sleep with me and have no intention of doing so. What I want doesn't concern sleeping, unless you fall asleep from exhaustion afterwards. What is going to happen is I'm going to help you get rid of your virginity. And you may notice I'm not asking. I'm telling you. Your agreement or lack thereof is irrelevant to me." With a twinge of dismay, coupled with another twinge that felt disgustingly like excitement, Mary-Lou found that Chris had been moving closer and was standing right next to her without her having noticed him coming closer. Discretion was called for, Mary-Lou decided, and dived past Chris, heading for the bank. Once out of the water she could dodge him in the woods easily. She hoped. Not that it mattered, she promptly found. Chris moved with her and his arm closed around her waist, lifting her easily. He then headed towards the bank, ignoring her squealing and struggling. Reaching the bank, Mary-Lou found herself dumped onto her towel. All nicely spread out to receive her, she noted. She hadn't done that. Did that swine think of everything? "If you try to touch me," snapped Mary-Lou, glowering up at him (trying to ignore his erection while she did so), "I'll scream." "I wish you wouldn't," sighed Chris. "If you scream then your father or brothers might come. Your brothers will want to watch and your father will want to charge me. Much easier if you just keep it low key for now." Mary-Lou glared at Chris, but had to admit that he was probably correct, knowing her kin. However, she did have another option. Chris raised his eyebrows, moving fast as Mary-Lou tried her next option. He turned swiftly away from her, catching her foot as it hit his thigh. Using the momentum imparted by Mary-Lou's kick, Chris swung her leg wide, taking the opportunity to settle between her thighs, her purported target now pressing heavily against her lower tummy. "Temper," he cautioned. "That could have been painful." "I wish," snapped Mary-Lou, squirming slightly, astounded at just how conscious she was of Chris's erection pressing against her. If she felt like this now, what would happen if he managed to stick her with it? She glared up at Chris. Just how he had managed to grab her hands, she wasn't sure, but he had. Now he was holding both her wrists in one hand while his other hand was starting to stroke her breasts. "This isn't funny," Mary-Lou protested. "Why don't you just leave me alone?" "I don't want to," said Chris, his thumb idly rolling a nipple under it while Mary-Lou gasped and squirmed under his touch. Mary-Lou was shocked for two reasons when Chris abruptly released her hands. First, because it appeared he didn't care if she tried to fight him and, second, because his hand dipped down between her legs and fastened onto her mound. She lay there, feeling his hand moving intimately over her, caressing her mound and easing between her lips, probing inside her. "Will you please move your hand?" she said in a stiff little voice, and then gave a horrified squeak when Chris did, though not in the way she'd meant. "That was your clitoris," murmured Chris. "Sensitive little thing, isn't it?" He backed this statement with another light touch, getting another strangled squeak. "You're really going to do this, aren't you," whispered Mary-Lou, knowing she couldn't pretend any longer. In answer, Chris adjusted his position, and Mary-Lou could feel his erection pressing against her lips. She wanted to look, but didn't want to. She wanted to protest again, but also found herself anticipating what was about to happen. She fastened her eyes on Chris's and waited. Mary-Lou could feel pressure mounting against her lips. Chris's hand dipped down again and she felt him edging her lips apart slightly. That was all his cock required, apparently, as she could now feel it pushing into her. She quivered slightly, expecting pain, and gave a yip when she felt her hymen yield right of way to Chris. Now she lay there, feeling Chris entering deeper, his cock pushing along her passage, stretching it, filling it, sending the oddest sensations through her. She thought she'd been aware of his cock when it rested on her tummy. Now she found that awareness was but a casual interest compared to what she was feeling now. His cock was inside her. It was moving inside her, something live, entering her and going deeper. Her concentration was now totally on Chris and what he was doing to her. She was vaguely aware that she was no longer virgin, but that was inconsequential. What wasn't inconsequential was the fact that she was in the process of being, not to mince matters, fucked. Mary-Lou felt Chris give one last hard push and she could feel his groin rubbing against hers. She was still staring up at him, wondering why she felt so calm about what was happening. Why wasn't she protesting? Because she didn't want to, she decided. She'd been curious for a long time and now she was finding out what it was all about. And she liked it. Chris smiled down at his playmate. "OK, sweetheart," he crooned. "Now the fun starts. I'll start slowly to give you a chance to adjust, but as soon as you do I'm going to ride you ragged. Think you can handle me?" Mary-Lou smiled back. She may not have been able to stop him doing what he wanted to this point, but she was sure she could match him for the rest of it. The hardest part was over. All she had to do was make him blow his cork. Easy-peasy, she thought with a little smirk, even if it was all new to her. Mary-Lou was still smiling as Chris slowly withdrew, enjoying the feel of his cock dragging against her. She lost her smile with a gasp of shock as Chris drove back into her, hard and fast, triggering a complete new range of feelings inside her. He was, Mary-Lou found, coming back in again. She hadn't even noticed him withdrawing and she was still lying there like a log, letting him do what he liked. Chris grinned at Mary-Lou when he felt her finally rise to meet a thrust. "Finally decided to join in, have you?" he asked teasingly. Mary-Lou called him a rude name, but was now concentrating on, not just feeling him taking her, but trying to anticipate and meet him. Her hot blood was up, passion was raising its head, and Mary-Lou was willing to meet it. Chris was laughing silently at Mary-Lou, noting the fierce concentration on her face as she moved under him, eagerly pushing up to meet him, relishing the way she was meeting his loving. Mary-Lou felt pleased with herself. She was meeting Chris, keeping up with him, matching him stroke for stroke. She smirked up at Chris. OK, big man. Let's see who lasts longest. Her confidence rising, Mary-Lou bounced her bottom up, happily meeting Chris's thrusts. Her smile faltered a little when Chris winked at her. What was he up to? With a small shriek, Mary-Lou found out. Satisfied that Mary-Lou was handling herself adequately, Chris raised the stakes. Chris had indeed, Mary-Lou found, been taking it easy while she adjusted to him. Now he was no longer taking it easy. Chris drove in harder and faster, driving Mary-Lou to respond. Mary-Lou found herself bucking under Chris and moving faster, desperate to meet his thrusts. She was not going to be second best at this. Gawd. How much faster was he going to go, she wondered? As far as Chris was concerned he'd established a rhythm that suited him down to the ground. His body ravished Mary-Lou's, giving him exquisite enjoyment as he drove repeatedly home. Mary-Lou was feeling stunned. She'd never experienced anything like this before and didn't know where it was going. She just knew she was desperate to hang on until the end of the ride. Strange sensations were rioting through her, building, lifting her away from herself into a world of pure sensation. Chris could see that Mary-Lou was no longer competing with him. She was now in unison, riding their mutual passion, letting it escalate as it would. He could hear her making throaty little noises as her climax started building within her, with Mary-Lou helpless to do anything but go with it. Chris made his final drive, hammering into Mary-Lou hard. Mary-Lou made a noise deep in her throat and shuddered, climaxing just in time to receive the seed that Chris released into her. She shuddered and clung to Chris, just letting the sensations roll over her, lost to everything. Lying back, resting, still slightly in shock, Mary-Lou wondered what now? She shrugged. Only one way to find out. "What now?" she asked. She tensed as Chris placed his hands on her waist. Then she screamed as he lifted and threw her into the pool. "Now," he said, "we will give you a chance to recover and clean yourself up, and then we'll see how well you learned your lessons. You were a little slow at the start. We'll see if you improve for round two." He joined her in the water. Pink Bathrobe "It's for you." Said my wife Amy as she handed me the phone. She had a look of disgust on her face so I had a good idea who it was. There is only one guy I know who could get under a women's skin like that. "Hey dude what's up." I said. Joel Whitman was my roommate in college. He was the crazy college party guy we all know. However, unlike the rest of us he has never grown out of that personality. To this day he is still that wild and care free guy. Joel says the first thing on his mind, which is usually politically incorrect. Since I have known him he has never had a girlfriend for longer than a month. Women seem to hate him, and guys want to party with him. Oddly enough and what has always astounded me is that he sleeps with a lot of women. He seems to have a way of pissing women off but making them curious to know more. His relationships never end well. One of the best Joel stories I can remember occurred one night in the dorms. We ordered a pizza, which is college gold. Everyone wants in, but no one has money. So this cute girl from down the hall asks for a slice. Joel says "sure if you'll fuck me." The girl says, okay. She sits down and Joel gives her a slice. We all laughed assuming it was a big joke. After the pizza, Joel and the girl went into the back room. I am not kidding; 15 minutes later Joel walks out and gives me a thumb's up sign. I can remember saying, no way when Joel proceeded to hold up his dirty condom. Joel moved out of state after college, so I don't get to see him very much. He called to tell me he was going to be in town in and wanted to know if he could crash at my place. He had tickets to the football game on Saturday, which sounded great to me. I agreed forgetting to check with my wife. Amy and I have been married for 4 years. She has only met Joel twice. Once when we were dating, we got together with a bunch of my college friends. Joel kept hitting on Amy asking her what a hot piece of ass like her was doing with a nerd like me. The next time was at our wedding when he told her wedding dresses turn him off and proceeded to hit on her 22-year-old cousin. So you can imagine he was not her favorite guy. She did not have a problem with me going to the game with him but was not thrilled with him sleeping over. The weekend came. Joel arrived and was his usual self. He gave me a big hug and then her too. She was surprised, as he squeezed her closer then socially acceptable and held on longer than normal. I watched as his arms engulfed her slender frame. As he was hugging her he said, "Hey man I forgot how hot your wife is. She feels good too." I could see Amy trying to be polite but pushing herself away from his grasp. Joel and I both watched as Amy walked away. She has a nice round ass that has some bounce when she walks. I have to admit Amy still looks good. I am still very attracted to my wife. All she has to do is look at me with those hazel eyes, and I spring to attention. The night continued with Joel and I catching up. He made flirtatious comments towards Amy. He would reach out and massage her shoulders. During dinner he started rubbing her knee. Most of this happened right in front of me. For some reason I didn't seem to mind. I actually thought it was kind of funny. At one point he grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. "Sit on my lap honey." Said Joel. "Are you going to do anything?" She said, looking at me. "Oh he is just goofing around." I said. "Don't take him so seriously. After dinner Amy and I shared a bottle of wine and Joel had a few beers while we watched a movie. I sat on the small couch so I could stretch out as I was feeling the wine. Amy and Joel shared the big couch. Joel kept trying to put his arm around her but it was so obvious and goofy I didn't say anything. When Joel got up to go to the bathroom, Amy leaned over to me and said, "He keeps on touching me and whispering stuff in my ear." I told her he is just playing, and without thinking I told her to flirt back and that will scare him away. The wine was good, my day had been busy and the next thing I remember is waking up to a dark room. It was 2 am and I was alone. I wandered upstairs. Amy was in bed. I got ready and crawled in next to her. "I can't believe you fell asleep," she said. "Your awake." I said. I reached out to pull her close. As usual she was completely naked. "No way." She said pushing herself away. "You have no idea what happened, do you? "No." I said. Amy proceeded to tell me how when Joel returned she decided to follow my advice and flirt back. From where she was sitting she could not see my eyes and had no idea I was asleep. "I wouldn't have done it." She said, with a touch of guilt. Now I was curious, "What happened?" I asked. Amy told me Joel put his arm around her so she moved into him. He stroked her shoulder and hair. "The next thing I new we were making out. I expected you to jump up and stop the whole thing, but you never did. I didn't know what to do, we just kept kissing and.... and, his hands, his hands were all over me." "Holy shit." I said. "Are you mad." She asked. I searched my feelings. I didn't feel mad. Why not? I thought to myself. I thought of Joel and her kissing right in front of me. I realized I wasn't mad I was turned on. "No" I said. "How long did this go on?" I asked, hoping to get more details. "I don't know a few minutes. Maybe ten minutes." Said Amy. "A few, maybe ten. That's a big difference. How did it end?" I asked. "Well when he started to take my bra off a sense of reality hit me and I stopped him. I grabbed my shirt off the floor and ran upstairs." "Your shirt was off? " I said with a lump in my throat. Amy told me it all seems like a big blur. The kissing, then his hands, her shirt being pulled off, more hands exploring her. She did not have to explain much. Although a seemingly quiet and reserved woman, when she gets in the mood, especially with a few glasses of wine she gets really horny. Many nights we end up doing it right they're on the couch. I was surprised she was able to stop herself. I did not know what to say next. I reached over to her. She moved closer to me. We started kissing, hard. I fondled her breasts, which were hard as a rock, her nipples erect with excitement. I love her breasts. I know most guys like girls with big tits. But I find women with smaller B cup sized breasts are much more sensitive to being touched then women with bigger breasts. Amy's breasts sit nicely on her chest. She is therefore, able to wear revealing tops, and sometimes goes without a bra. I got on top of her and quickly entered her wet pussy. "Your so hot." I said into her ear. "Fuck me hard" she said. I thrust myself deep inside of her, while imagining Joel kissing her and taking her clothes off. I could not believe he did that. I could not believe how turned on I was. Amy was bucking, arching her back as if she could not get enough. I wondered if she too was thinking about Joel. She pressed her hands in the arch of my back pulling me into her. This was the sign that she was ready to explode, and explode she did. It didn't take me long to release my load. We fell asleep in each other's arms. We awoke to the neighbor's dog barking. I looked over at the clock 7 am. Our dog Dora was at the bedroom door whining. She needed to go out. I was ready to get up when Amy got out of bed. I peeked at her naked body. After 4 years I still like looking at her. She put her pink cotton robe on and went downstairs to let Dora out. I lay in bed thinking about last night. I could not believe my wife made out with my college roommate. As I was lying there thinking about the whole situation I became aware of conversation from down stairs. Joel must have heard the dog as well and went downstairs. Thoughts of them together raced through my head. I got out of bed and tip toed over to the stairs. They could not see me and I could not see them, I could just barely make out what they were saying. They were talking about last night. True to form he was trying to convince her how much she liked it. She was doing a bad job denying it. You would expect if she were truly regretful she would tell him off, turn around and come back up. I heard Dora scratching at the back door. I heard the door slide open and I expected Amy to head upstairs. Instead she talked with Joel again. I had a hard time hearing what they were saying. Soon I heard her say I have to go up stairs. I ran into bed and waited for her to come in. I noticed her robe was opened slightly in the front revealing a good view of her cleavage. I asked her what happened? "Oh." She said, looking somewhat guilty "I ran into Joel. He is still a jerk. He asked if I was going to tell you. I told him I already did. Then he asked me if I enjoyed it. Can you believe the nerve? He doesn't even care if you're mad or not." I realized that I would be facing him soon. I should be punching him out. What would I say? All I knew was I had a raging hard on. Amy got back in bed. She had her back to me. I started rubbing her shoulders, her back, and her buttocks. She spread her legs slightly. I reached between and felt her wetness. I pulled her close to me and entered her from behind. I realized she was wet from Joel, which made me quickly explode deep inside her. "What are we going to do?" Asked Amy. "I don't know. I guess I will talk with him about it. Do you want me to end our friendship? "No." she said. "Just make sure he knows that it was a one-time thing and won't ever happen again." Breakfast was uneventful; in fact, everyone seemed to be on his or her best behavior. I planned on talking with Joel on our ride to the game but just couldn't bring it up. On our way home after having a couple beers in me I felt a little more at ease. "So I think we need to talk about last night." I said. "Yea that was wild, you sure got a hot little lady." Joel said, without a touch of guilt. I heard myself get defensive. "Hey this was not her fault." I said. "Dude she's the married one. Hell I thought you were awake. I thought you guys were playing a game. Some married couples get into that you know." I couldn't believe this guy. Then he went further. "You know you should really take care of her needs more. She was really on fire." I felt an urgent need to defend myself. I heard myself say, " Our sex life is great. In fact we've done it twice since you've been here." I saw his face change, and realized the mistake I made. "I think this whole thing really got you guys going. The thought of me and your wife turns you on?" He asked. I tried to avoid the question. "She told me to tell you what happened last night was a mistake and will never happen again." I said. He ignored my answer and said " Guess what? She liked it too. I could tell last night, and then this morning sealed the deal." "Nothing happened this morning." I said, "I heard everything." "Heard everything?" Asked Joel. "Yes I was listening on the stairs." "So you couldn't see us? Did you know I was just in my boxers? You should have seen her eyes. They were all over me, almost into me. I nearly had her right there. Said Joel. Her eyes. Crap. I knew he was right but I had to defend her. "Your out of your mind." I said. He then told me how when she went to let the dog in he saw her pull the belt of her robe slightly so it loosened. As she walked back towards him he caught glimpses of her breasts. "She started talking to me again. I think she asked me if I enjoyed last night. I really didn't care what she was saying cause I was looking down her robe." She told me she was going back upstairs, but she just stood there. "So I reached into her robe and pulled her towards me, we kissed again. I fondled her breast and the robe almost fell off. We both just stopped and then she ran upstairs." Explained Joel. I sat there dumbfounded. She had not told me about this morning. The worst part was I had a raging hard on. I missed the whole thing. When she had said, I am going upstairs, I ran into the bedroom. I could imagine the scene, her and him standing there almost naked. She was giving him signals. When they embraced their bodies touched. How hot. Joel saw I was in shock and knew he had me. "I could have her tonight you know. She's probably been thinking about me all day. Get a couple drinks in her and she won't be able to resist." He said. "Not a chance." I said with as much confidence as I could muster. "She told me so. It was a mistake just let it go." I added. "Well I'll tell you what." Joel said with a grin. "Let me come onto her again tonight. You pretend to fall asleep. If you feel she is not into it or if you are not into it, just let me know. I'll stop and it will never happen again." I know I should have told him to go fuck himself. Instead I heard myself say "ok." I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I was expecting him to be his usual self and offend her. I was wrong. He did a 180-degree personality change. We decided to go out for dinner, the three of us, and Joel was charming. Amy just assumed I had set him straight, but he was playing her and she was falling for it. At one point the conversation turned to bad breath. Amy and I told Joel about how we have an agreement not to kiss each other until we have brushed our teeth. Joel made a comment about Amy having good breath. You could feel the tension build. That's it I thought, I got him now. He blew it. Joel then said "Look I need to tell you guys something." This is it I thought; he is going to put the final nail in the coffin. "I just want to apologize for last night. I took advantage of two good friends and I shouldn't have. I made a fool of myself, I feel bad, and I'm sorry." My mouth was literally open. She was not going to fall for that load of crap.... I was wrong. "Thank you Joel. I appreciate that. I hope we can put this behind us." Said Amy. When we got home we decided to break out a bottle of wine and a start a mean game of monopoly. Joel didn't waste any time. Although less noticeable he continued to flirt and compliment Amy. He seemed to hang on every word my wife said. She seemed to be enjoying his company. The wine helped. My mind was spinning as I watched Joel seduce my wife. I was not playing well and soon lost my money. I could just stop the whole thing I thought to myself. I looked over at my wife. She had been drinking but she was not drunk. She seemed to be having fun. She was definitely into him. I was curious, and horny. I decided to go through with the plan. I lay down on the big couch so I could watch them finish the game. Within 10 minutes I pretended I was asleep. To my surprise they continued to play the game. It must have been 30 minutes before I heard Joel bring up this morning. "Does your husband know about this morning?" He asked Amy. "No. I never told him," she said. "I have to admit I am having a hard time not thinking about that." Said Joel. My wife didn't answer. Joel leaned in and kissed her. She did not kiss back but she did not pull away. "Joel, I can't." she said, looking over in my direction. Joel looked over at me. "If you were my wife I would never fall asleep when you were with another man." Said Joel. That bastard, I thought, he's using me against her. "I can't believe he is asleep again." I heard her say. "Come sit with me on the couch." Said Joel. They walked over to the little couch. I had a great view of them. They sat down practically on top of one another. As they watched TV Joel caressed her arm. A few minutes went by and he kissed her again. They kissed for about a minute, when she pulled away. "I love my husband." She said. I figured this was it. This was as far as it would go. "Your husband is probably watching us right now." Said Joel. I couldn't believe he just ratted me out. I closed my eyes but could feel their stares. It was quiet, so I squinted just a little. They were making out again. It was getting hot and heavy. Joel lifted off her shirt. She had on her sexy red bra, which she usually wears on special occasions. Was she planning this? They continued to fondle each other and Amy positioned herself on Joel's lap. With her back to me Joel reached around and undid her bra. Her beautiful breasts were exposed to him. I watched as he kissed her neck and then her breasts. She leaned her head back, and to my surprise glanced over at me. When she saw I was looking she smiled back at me, turned her head and gave in to all her temptations. Amy pulled off Joel's shirt and kissed her way down his chest. She slid herself onto the floor between his legs. She undid his pants and pulled his shorts down. His cock sprang to life inches from my wife's face. She grabbed it with her hand and stroked it while kissing the tip. Amy and I have watched a lot of Internet porn together. It gets us in the mood. It has also taught her how to give a blowjob like a porn star. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked him clean. She made these cute little moans, which let us know how much she enjoyed sucking cock. Within a few minutes Joel motioned her up and slid off her jeans and panties. There they stood completely naked in front of me. Joel put his arms around her waste and pulled her in to him. They kissed and groped each other putting on a great show for me. Joel laid Amy down on the big couch so her head was in my lap. As he went down on my wife I reached out to fondle her breasts. She grabbed my hands and pushed them into her hard tits. I held her tight as Joel brought her to orgasm. Joel did not waste any time. He flipped her over and started fucking her doggy style. She looked up at me and spoke like I have never heard. "Look at your wife getting fucked. How does that make you feel," She said. "You're a little slut." I said. I pulled my pants down and she took my cock into her mouth, as she was getting fucked from behind. I could feel his thrusts echoed in her mouth. It didn't take me long and I released my load deep in her throat. She drank every last bit. Joel flipped her over and fucked her in missionary style. "Oh he is going to make me cum again honey, oh fuck yeesss." Said my wife as her body quivered with excitement. Joel pulled out and shot a load over her belly, tits and the bottom of her chin. I sat there looking at my wife's glistening body of sweat and cum. I leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. "Lets go to bed." I said. Amy cleaned herself up and we went up to our bedroom. To my surprise, she leaned over and started rubbing my cock, within minutes we were at it again. Amy was very vocal which brought Joel into our room. He watched as I fucked my wife one more time. Joel left the next morning. We have never done anything like that with anyone else, but every once in a while Joel stops by for some three-way fun.