5 comments/ 252210 views/ 52 favorites My Wife Opens Up By: Margin Walker The Steelers are playing the Browns in the playoffs so I wanted to have friends over for a football party. I'm a die-hard Steelers fan and my friend, Kurt, is a big Browns fan. Usually the Steelers run all over the Browns, so I figured having Kurt over to watch the Steelers humiliate the Browns would be fun. I invited two other friends, Josh and Brad, over as well to witness Kurt's disgrace. I told my wife that I'd be inviting a few friends over to watch the game. She was fine with that. I figured that Rebecca would probably go out with some of her friends while the guys were over, but I was surprised when she said that she'd host the party for me so I could enjoy the game. I was happy Rebecca decided to do this because our marriage has been a little rocky recently. We've been married five years now. We probably got married too young. We married the year that I graduated from college and while she still had one year left. At the time all we knew was that we were in love and nothing else mattered. We were also both virgins before we had sex with each other, so we were young and inexperienced. But, I actually like knowing that I'm the only guy she's ever been with. Our sex life has dwindled to at best once a week, which seems way too infrequent to me. I've tried to be more romantic and she's tried to loosen up. We try to spend more time with each other, hoping that the intimacy will follow. That's why I figured she was going to host the football party for me, to do something nice for me, to allow me to spend some time with my friends, and show she loves me. Kurt, Josh, and Brad all show up at the same time. They're carrying a case of Budweiser. "Hey guys, you didn't have to bring any beer. I got everything we need," I say as I let them in to the house. "We didn't want any of that Iron City shit," Kurt says and smiles. "Iron City isn't shit," I reply, "But I've got a keg of Bud on the back porch already." "Awesome," Josh says, "Then we shouldn't have to go back out for beer for a few hours then." We all laugh and I lead them into the den. I grab the case of Budweiser and take it into the kitchen. I see Rebecca has some food out she was preparing already, but she's not around. I open the case of beer and stuff the cans into the refrigerator, barely fitting them all in. "Direct us to the beer," Brad says, standing in the kitchen doorway. "Right out back," I say, pointing to the sliding glass doors at the back of the kitchen. "Mugs are on the counter." We each grab a mug and head out to the porch. I've already tapped the keg, so I just fill up each of our mugs and pass them out. "Well, guys I brought a little something extra," Kurt says, and pulls a big, fat joint out of his shirt pocket. "Nice," Josh exclaims, "Let's light that puppy up." "Nope," Kurt replies, and stuffs it back in his shirt pocket, "We'll light this up when the Browns score their first touchdown. To celebrate." "Man, we'll never get to smoke it then," I joke. "Actually, we should be smoking this in about," Kurt starts, and looks at his watch, "Oh, I'd say ten minutes." "Come on," I say, "Finish your beers, refill, and let's go back inside." We all chug our beers, refill the mugs, and go back into the kitchen. "You've been doing some cooking today, eh, Mike?" Josh asks as he grabs a handful of potato chips from a bowl. "Naw, I didn't do any of this. Rebecca did it," I say. "Oh yeah, where's the old lady at?" Kurt asks looking over the food on the counter. "I don't know," I answer, "She's around somewhere. Let's get out of here. I'm not sure if we're allowed to be eating the food yet." I push Kurt ahead of me and we all walk back into the den. I sit in my oversized chair. The guys all sit on our large couch. I turn the television to the pre-game show. "See, even these guys say the Steelers are gonna win?" I taunt Kurt. "Yeah, they don't know shit," he says back. "They know the Browns are gonna lose," Josh says. "Whose side are you on?" Kurt asks him, jokingly. "The side of the man with the keg of beer," Josh answers back. "Who wants snacks?" Rebecca yells from the kitchen. "There she is," I say, then yell back, "We all do." Rebecca walks into the den carrying a plate and a bowl, but I barely notice what she has in her hands. She's wearing a short, denim mini-skirt that reaches only a few inches down her thigh past her butt. Her shirt is a tight, Steelers jersey, with the bottom cut off, so that it fits snugly over her breasts, then ends revealing her tight stomach. Her hair is teased out and curled slightly, draping across her face down past her shoulders. She has short, black leather, side zip boots on her feet. I barely recognize her as my wife. Though she has a very sexy body she has always been shy about showing it off. Until we started dating I only knew she was pretty, but I didn't know how sexy she was. She has long, dark blonde hair with no bangs that hangs down her back. She has light, blue eyes and a beautiful face. She has very light, fair skin. She's 5'7" tall, but it seems like most of that is legs. I've always been a leg man, and Rebecca has one of the nicest pairs of legs I've ever seen. Her thighs are nice and round, not too skinny like a lot of girls, but still firm. Her hips curve out smoothly from her flat stomach. Her breasts are a large C-cup. She always wears clothes like long skirts, pants, and loose shirts. I am always telling her that she needs to stop dressing like her mom and start dressing like a young, sexy woman, at least for me in our house, but she is too inhibited. The longer we're married the more inhibited she becomes. That's why I'm so surprised when I see her now. All of us stare at her, shocked. She places a plate of sausage cheese balls and a bowl of chips on the table. "Here you go guys, this should get you started," she says, looking at all of us. "Um, thanks, Rebecca," Brad mumbles, then the other two stutter the same. She looks at me, blows me a quick kiss, then turns to head back to the kitchen. As she walks away, I watch her ass moving under the skirt and her legs flex supported by the short heels of the boots. "Damn, man," Kurt whispers to me when she leaves the room, "What the hell happened to her?" "Yeah, she looks hot," Brad says. I stand up from the chair. "I'll be right back," I say and chase after her to the kitchen. She's removing food from the refrigerator as I enter the kitchen. "Rebecca," I call to her. "What?" she asks, as she closes the fridge door and places some items on the counter. "What the hell are you doin'?" I ask her, trying not to yell. "I'm getting ready to make my special homemade pizza for halftime," she answers. "No, I mean what are you wearing?" I say holding my hand out, pointing at her clothes. "Oh, this, well, I thought I'd dress sexier for you. You're always saying I should stop dressing like my mom. Well, my mom would definitely not wear this," she answers, turning to me, her hands on her cocked hips. I stare at her standing in front of me. She looks like a different woman, still my wife, but the sexed up version of her. "Your mom couldn't wear that," I say. She smiles back at me. "Well, don't you like it," she says, and slowly turns in a circle. I look her up and down, admiring her breasts pushing the shirt up off her belly and her long, gorgeous legs, extending from the short skirt. I have to admit she looks sexier than I have ever seen her before. I walk up to her as she completes her turn and wrap my hands around her bare abdomen. I lean back, pretending to appraise her for a few seconds then look back at her. "You look incredibly sexy," I say. "Yeah, I think so too," she says, and reaches up to kiss me lightly on the lips. "Well, I think that the guys think so, too," I say when she breaks the kiss. "Yeah, I saw that. Hope it doesn't make you jealous?" she teases. "Jealous? Me?" "Well, you don't have to be jealous, because I'm a one man woman, and you're the only one who'll be getting into this skirt," she says and mashes her hips against me. "What's under that skirt?" I ask, slipping my hands down her sides to her butt. "You'll have to find out later," she says and pulls away from me. "Go get your friends some beer and then watch your game." She turns back to the counter. I stare at her for a few seconds then head back to the den. "Who needs a refill?" I say, "Finish it if it ain't empty already." They finish their beers. I grab the empty mugs and walk back into the kitchen. I stare at Rebecca as I walk through the kitchen and then again as I walk back through the filled mugs. "Don't strain your neck," she says as I leave the kitchen. I set the mugs down on the coffee table and take a big swig from mine. "By the way," Kurt says, "The Steelers punted already and the Browns are now driving." "Who cares?" Josh says, "What's up with Rebecca?" "She just felt like dressing different today," I answer. "Different?" Josh says. "Damn man, I barely recognized her." "Yeah, she looks hot," Brad says. "I'd have never known she was..." and then stops when I glance at him. "Well, all I have to say is I'm now a converted Steelers fan," Josh says. "I've never seen a Steelers jersey look so good," Kurt adds, and we all laugh. The laughter stops abruptly as Rebecca enters the room. She walks over to my chair and sits on the side of it, one leg on the floor, the other dangling. Her skirt pulls up high on her thigh. I stare at her, wanting to reach out and touch her leg. The guys all sit back in the couch, trying to pretend they're not staring at her. "So what's the score?" she asks. "Nothing to nothing, right now," Kurt says, "But the Browns are about to score." "Nope," I say watching them not convert on third down, "Looks they're punting." Rebecca touches her hand to the back of my head, curling her fingers in my hair. "Well, what do you guys need?" she asks, looking at the food. "Nothing now, hon," I say, "Thanks." "Well, you guys finish that food. There's plenty more in the kitchen and homemade pizza for halftime," she says and stands up. She walks around the chair and then bends over to me. She kisses me softly, her ass pointing at the guys on the couch. She stands up and walks back to the kitchen. "Damn," Brad whispers under his breath. I look at him, and then we all laugh. "Agreed," I say. We all pull up to the coffee table and start eating the food she brought out earlier. We watch the first quarter, eating a lot of food. I push them to drink more so that I can walk into the kitchen to see her, kiss her, and touch her. At the end of the first quarter with the Steelers leading 7-0, I go back to the porch for more refills. I enter the kitchen and set the empty mugs on the counter. She's putting the finishing touches on the pizza. I watch her bend over, as she puts the pizza into the oven, getting the same view the guys did earlier. The skirt slides up her legs, almost showing her crotch. I walk up behind her as she closes the oven door. I place my hands on her hips and press my pelvis against her butt. She stands up and reaches her hands back to my hips. She leans her head back against my right shoulder. "How's the game going?" she asks. "What game?" I say. I bend my head down pressing my lips to her neck. I slide my hands up her hips and wrap them around her bare stomach. "Are they winning, at least," she whispers. "I think so," I sigh against her neck. My hands slide up to grab her breasts through the tight jersey. She slides a hand across my hip and rubs my hardening dick through my jeans. "Hmmm, looks the game excites you," she says. "It's not the game," I say. "Hey, where's my beer!" Kurt yells from the den. All three of them start laughing. "I'm gonna have to kick them out," I mumble. "No, they're our guests. You'll just have to wait," she says and pulls away from me. Reluctantly, I grab the empty mugs and walk to the porch to refill them. I return to the den and set the full mugs down in front of them. "Took you long enough," Brad says, "You almost missed the second quarter." "Drink your beer and shut up," I answer back and smile. Halfway through the second quarter, Rebecca comes back out to the den. She sits on the arm of my chair, this time facing into the room, one foot propped on the chair cushion between my knees and the other resting on the floor. Her legs are spread wide and the denim skirt is pushed up high on her thighs. The guys all sneak looks up her skirt. I'm guessing they're getting quite a view. I place my hand on her thigh and rub my palm across the smooth skin. "Everyone doing good in here?" she asks, and places her hand on my shoulder. "Yeah," Josh stumbles, "Yeah, Rebecca, we're doin' real good." Kurt laughs, trying to hold it back. "Well, the pizza's in the oven, and should be ready for you guys at halftime," she says. "Thanks, hon," I say, my hand sliding further up her leg. "Who's winning?" she asks. "Um, Steelers, 14-3," Kurt says, "But they're getting all the calls their way." Rebecca looks down at her jersey and lifts her hand to her chest. She slides her hand across the jersey, just below her nipples. "Who's number is this?" she asks, indicating the number on her tight half jersey. "00 is nobody," I say. "Yeah," Brad says, "That one is definitely all yours." They all laugh this time. Rebecca smiles at them, and stands up. "Holler if you guys need anything," she says and goes back towards the kitchen. I notice everyone's eyes are latched onto her as she walks away. She stops just as she reaches the kitchen door and turns around. She leans against the doorframe and bends her right leg, sliding the bottom of the boot along the wall. I watch her skirt slide up her legs slightly. "What do you guys want for dessert later?" she asks. "I know what I want," I barely hear Brad mumble under his breath. Josh nudges him with his elbow. "Anything you make is fine with me, Rebecca," Kurt responds. "There's some ice cream in the fridge, if that's all right with you guys?" she says. "Oh yeah, that's perfect," Kurt says. She turns and exits the room into the kitchen. "Damn, I'm sorry Mike, but your wife is driving me nuts," Brad says, turning to me. "I understand. She's driving me nuts too," I say back. "Chug 'em so I can refill 'em," I say to change the topic. Later, just as the first half of the game ends, Rebecca returns with the homemade pizza. She makes the best pizza. She makes a huge pie with a thick crust and lots of sauce, cheese, and all the toppings. It's much bigger and better than anything from a pizza joint. She slides the pan onto the coffee table, nudging the other plates and bowls to the side. "Eat it up, guys," she says. Everyone bends over the table and grabs a slice. She curls up on the floor beside the table. "We can make room for you over here," Brad says, motioning to the couch. "Thanks, I'm fine here," she says and grabs a slice of the pizza for herself. "This is some good pizza, Rebecca," Kurt comments, "This is way better than ordering delivery." "Yeah, he's right. It's excellent," Brad adds. Josh nods his approval. "Thanks, guys, Mike always says he loves it, so I thought I'd try it out on you guys too," she says. I watch her sitting on the floor as she eats the pizza. Her shirt is pulled tight against her breasts and the neckline has sunk low down her chest. I can definitely see the top of her breasts. I glance at the couch and notice all three of my friends have noticed this as well. We sit there, talking awkwardly, all of us guys too busy ogling Rebecca to make much conversation. When we finish the pizza, she stands up to get the empty pizza pan. I know the guys are all getting a good look down her shirt as she bends over to pick it up. She walks back to the kitchen. "I think we all need refills," I say, and grab all four empty mugs and walk out of the den. I set the mugs on the counter and turn to Rebecca who is placing the pan in the sink. I step behind her and place my hands on her bare hips. "Hey hon," she says, "Pizza any good." "You know it," I respond, "But I barely tasted it. I couldn't take my eyes off of you." She laughs softly. "And I wasn't the only one. You're driving them wild in there. They can't even think when you're in that room." I lean my head over her right shoulder, talking softly into her ear. My hands are sliding along the bare skin at her midsection. "I know," she says. "It's kind of a turn-on, feeling like a sex object. I've had guys look at me before, but never so...I don't know...so passionately, I guess." "Yeah, it's definitely passion they're feeling," I say and press my hips against her butt. My hands move up her body, cupping her breasts through the tight jersey. "I think I'm feeling some passion right now," she says, and reaches her left hand to my head, pulling my mouth to her neck. She tilts her head as I kiss her neck, my tongue lapping her cool skin, moving up behind her ear. My hands rub her hard nipples through the shirt. Her other hand slides between us, finding my hard penis, mashed against her butt. She rubs it through my jeans. I move one hand down her body, sliding down her side, to her butt, feeling the denim skirt against my palm, and then down to her thigh. My hand moves along the front of her leg and up, caressing her inner thigh, slipping towards her crotch. "I want you so bad," I whisper in her ear, "I want you worse than I ever have." "Then, take me," she whispers back to me, "But make it quick, you've got guests." She turns around quickly, bumping my body away from her. She reaches under her skirt and slides her thong down her legs, steps out of it, and drops it on the counter. I stand there staring at her, shocked. "Come on," she says, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me to her. I'm too stunned to act at first. Does she really want me to fuck her right now, in the kitchen, with my friends in the next room? She reaches her face to me and kisses me deeply, her tongue pushing into my mouth. Her hands are moving along my sides, pressing against the muscles through my t-shirt. All reservations are driven from my head. My desire overwhelms rational thought. I reach down between our bodies, unbuckle my belt, unsnap my pants, yank my zipper down, and shove my pants and underwear down to my thighs. My erect cock springs out against her. "Wow," she whispers to me, "You are ready aren't you." She presses her body back against the counter, grips the edge of the counter with her hands, spreads her legs wide, the inside of her bare thighs brushing against the outside of my legs, and lifts her hips towards me. I slide my hands up her thighs, pushing the skirt high up on her pelvis. Then, I bend my knees slightly, lowering the head of my cock between her legs. I feel my penis rubbing against her pubic hair. I reach a hand between her legs and rub it gently across her pussy. My fingers glide along her wet pussy lips. "I'm not the only who's ready," I say to her. "Yeah, dressing like this and being stared at has turned me on," she says back to me. "Now fuck me fast." I've never heard her talk like this before. I'm so turned on that I feel like I'm going to explode before I even get inside of her. I wrap my left arm around her butt, and lift her up slightly, resting her butt barely on the counter. I feel my cock head pressing against her wet pussy. I reach my right hand between us and aim my painfully hard penis to her opening. She leans her body back a bit. I press the head of my dick against her and push into her. It sinks inside of her, moving smoothly into her wet cunt. "Oh God," she says and presses her lower lip between her teeth. I slide into her, feeling the shaft glide inside of her. I wrap my hands around her thighs, supporting her body while keeping her legs spread wide. I begin moving in and out of her, loving the feel of her tight, wet cunt slipping along my cock. My Wife Opens Up "Mmmm, yes," she moans, her eyes closed and head thrown back. I lean in to kiss her neck, pushing my hips against her, my hands gripping her smooth legs. My knees are digging into the cabinet with her legs draped over my thighs. I drop my mouth to the top of her cleavage, licking the exposed skin of her breasts. She moves her hips with me, her hands gripping the edge of the counter, her legs dangling towards the floor, her boots thumping against my calves as I thrust into her. I lean back from her, looking down at our joined bodies. I see her long, beautiful legs spread wide, her knees bent with her luscious thighs pressed against my thighs, the skirt pushed high up to her hips, and her feet dangling against me. I watch as my cock slides from her, her pussy gripping the shaft firmly, then slides back into her, moving slowly, pushing in deeply, to watch it move inside of her. "Oh, Mike, yes," she groans, "Fuck me deep, fuck me fast." Turned on by her words and her moans, I start pounding into her. She leans her body back further, her lower back curving down towards the sink, pointing her hips towards me. I move in long, fast strokes, watching as my cock plunges in and out of her, and hearing the moist, slipping sound of her wet pussy sliding along my shaft and the slight snap of my hips smacking against her pelvis and thighs. I'm moaning and grunting, gritting my teeth as I try to hold on, feeling my dick plunge into her further, pushing inside of her, moving so fast, moving so deep. I can't hold on anymore. I'm too turned on. I grind into her, my hands grip the backs of her thighs tightly as the cum bursts from me. I continue to move into her in long, deep strokes, my body shuddering, barely able to keep standing, as the semen squirts from my cock. "Oh God, Becca," I moan loudly. I pump into her a few more times, letting the last of the cum leak from my penis. She's looking up at me, her face flushed, her eyes hazy with lust. "Oh, Becca," I say, "I'm sorry. I just couldn't hold on anymore. You're just too hot for me." I laugh softly, feeling my softening penis twitch inside of her. "That's okay," she says, and leans up towards me. She presses her lips to my lips. Her tongue probes my mouth quickly. She leans back, looks at me and says, "I told you to be quick. You have friends waiting. You can take care of me later." She moves her hips around my dick and smiles. Then, she slides her feet to the floor. My penis pops out of her as she settles to the ground and straightens up. She kisses me once more, and pushes me away from her playfully. "Go refill your friends' drinks. You've kept them waiting long enough," she says. I lift my pants and underwear back up, shove my sticky dick inside, and refasten my pants. She tugs her skirt back down to her thighs. "I need to go clean up," she says. She walks past me. Her fingers lightly drag across my chest as she passes me, heading towards the bathroom. I grab a dishtowel and wipe the sweat from my face. Then, I grab the four mugs and walk to the back porch to refill them. As I walk back into the den, all three of them are staring at me with big grins on their faces. Trying to be nonchalant, I set the mugs on the table, grab mine, and fall back into the chair. They're all still watching me as I drink from the mug. "What?" I ask innocently. "Took you long enough to get that beer, didn't it?" Josh asks mockingly. "Oh, I helped Rebecca in the kitchen," I say and turn back to the television. The game is already well into the third quarter. "Yeah, we heard you helping her," Brad says. "Yeah, you helped her real good," Josh adds and all three of them bust out laughing. "Shit, you guys heard that," I say, feeling my face turn red. "Of course we did," Brad says. "We heard everything." "We even thought about coming to watch," Kurt says. "Hell, I was thinking about joining in," Brad says. "Yeah, that's all right, I don't swing that way, Brad," I say. "Yeah, Brad, you were trying to fuck me," Josh says. "You'd have loved it," Brad replies and throws his arm around Josh's shoulders. Josh pushes him away. "Well, what's the score now," I say, trying to change the topic. "Still 17-3," Kurt says, "But the Browns are looking like they're about to score." They look at me and laugh again. "Mike already scored," Josh mumbles through the laughter. "Drink your beers," I say, smiling as I settle back into the chair. We watch the game as the Browns are in the midst of a long drive down the field into Steelers' territory. Rebecca walks into the den carrying a plate with nachos. She lays the plate on the coffee table. "Who's winning now?" she asks. "Steelers still, but the Browns are definitely about to score now," Kurt says. "I hope so," Brad says, "I'm ready to hit that joint." "A joint?" Rebecca asks. "Yeah, I hope that's all right, Rebecca. I brought a joint to celebrate," Kurt says. He pulls the joint out of his pocket, and waves it in front of him. "Fine with me, as long as I get to hit it too," she says. "Of course, after everything you've done for us today, it's no problem," Kurt answers. "Yeah, in fact, why don't you sit over here and watch the game with us awhile," Brad says and pats the couch next to him. "Maybe I will watch some," she says and walks over towards me. "Scoot over," she tells me. I slide over in my oversized chair and throw one of the pillows off of it. She squeezes into the chair beside me, draping her legs across my legs with her feet dangling off the front of the chair, half facing the television and half facing the guys on the couch. She puts her arm across my shoulders and I lay my hands on her bare thighs. I look at Brad who is obviously disappointed that she chose to not sit on the couch. We watch as the Browns run the ball into the end zone. Kurt jumps up out of the couch and yells, "There you go. I told you. Now it's time for the comeback." "Shut up and light it," Josh yells at him. "Chill out," Kurt says and sits back on the couch. He pulls the joint and a lighter out of his shirt pocket. "Here's to the Brown's comeback." He places the joint to his lips and lights the tip. He puffs on it a few times as he burns the paper off of the end, and then inhales deeply, pulling the heat into the joint, lighting it. The lighter goes out, and the tip of the joint is glowing red as he finishes inhaling. He holds it for a few seconds, and then blows the smoke out slowly. "This is good shit. This was expensive, so take it easy." I smell the smoke drift by me and it smells wonderful. Kurt leans over and hands the joint to Rebecca and says, "Ladies first." "Thank you," she says and grips it between her fingers. Rebecca smoked pot several times in college, but hasn't since she graduated. I remember how much she loved having sex when she was high. I would get her high then, just to have incredible sex. She sucks on the end of the joint and takes a deep puff. She hands it to me as she holds it in. I take a pull from it and watch her as she exhales. The smoke is very smooth going down, not skunky or bitter. I fill my lungs and then lean over to pass it back to Kurt. He hands it to Brad next to him. I blow out the smoke and turn to Kurt. "That's smooth weed," I say. "Yeah, it's really good," Rebecca agrees. "Thanks," Kurt says, "But it better be good for how much I paid for it." Rebecca and I both sink lower into the chair as the marijuana soaks into our brains. As the joint makes the rounds a few times I can feel it taking effect nicely. I feel like every never ending is alive and firing. I can feel Rebecca's body pressing on top of me. I wrap my left arm around her bare back, and my hand settles on her smooth stomach. My other hand is slowly moving up and down her leg, feeling the smooth, cool skin, my fingers tracing along her inner thigh. Finally, the last of the joint comes back to us. "This will be the end of it," Kurt says as he hands it to Rebecca, "So enjoy it." Rebecca takes a hit, and passes it to me. I take a hit and pass it back to Kurt. Then, she grabs me and pulls my head towards her. She leans in and presses her mouth to my lips. I open my mouth, kissing her deeply. The sweet smoke mingles in our mouths as her tongue finds my tongue. My hand slides up her thigh, feeling the denim rub against the back of my hand. She separates from me and says, "Mmm, I did enjoy it." The guys finish the joint and Kurt puts out the roach with the tip of a wet finger. My body feels electric. Her fingers playfully twisting in my hair make my scalp tingle. I can feel my dick getting hard underneath her as I massage her upper thigh. She leans towards me and begins kissing my neck, sucking at the skin. I think that we probably shouldn't be doing this here in front of my friends, but I stop caring as her tongue licks my ear. The room is very quiet as the guys drink their beers and eat the food on the table. The sexual tension in the room is thick, and the guys don't even pretend to be watching the game, but are staring at us. "Damn, guys, are you just gonna do it right here in front of us?" Brad says, breaking the silence. "Brad, shut up," Josh says. "No, I'm sorry," I apologize. "We should stop Becca." I slide my hand from under her skirt, but leave it lying on her thigh. "Well," she says, looking at the guys on the couch, "We could just do it right here. If you wouldn't mind." I laugh, knowing that she's just joking. "Yeah, that's funny," I say. "No, I wouldn't mind," Brad says. "We almost saw you both going at it earlier anyway." "Yeah, and we definitely heard you, in stereo," Josh adds. "Did you?" she asks, "Well then, it wouldn't be that much different if we did just screw right here." "What?" I stutter, not liking the direction this conversation is going, "It's way different. No way." "Why not?" she says, looking at me, "I want you, you want me." She looks at them on the couch. "They want to see me, and probably want me too." Brad nods his head and says, "Oh yeah." Josh nods, agreeing with him. Kurt stays quiet, relaxed back in the couch, just listening to us. "No fucking way," I say, getting angry, "This is not turning into a fucking orgy. No fucking way." Picturing my friends fucking my wife really pisses me off. Letting them see her strutting around in her sexy outfit and hearing us screw in the kitchen is one thing, but letting them fuck her is not going to happen. "This has gone way too fucking far." "Calm down," Rebecca says, rubbing her hand on the back of my neck. "I'm not talking about an orgy. How about if we just screw right here, and you guys can watch, but can't touch? No joining in." I'm confused as she says this. What the hell is she talking about? She sounds so rational, but I know that the sexual tension and the marijuana are working on her. Normally, she would never even think about this type of thing. "Not what I had in mind, but sure," Brad says. "Go for it," Josh says, his eyes locked on her. "It's your house," Kurt says, "And I sure would enjoy a show." "What? You're all nuts," I stammer. "Why?" Rebecca says, leaning towards me. "Thinking about having sex in front of your friends is making me really wet." She grabs my hand, spreads her legs apart and pulls my hand between her legs. She's not wearing her thong and she presses my fingers right to her pussy. I do have to admit, she is very wet. "Holy shit," Josh whispers from the couch. Their eyes are watching my hand between her legs as she moves my fingers along her pussy. She leans in to kiss me deeply. "I want you," she whispers to me. "I want you now more than I ever have before. Fuck me here and now." Her hand is pressing against my stiff cock, massaging it through the jeans. How can I say no to that? She presses her mouth to me again. I move my wet fingers to her clit and rub it gingerly. She moans in my mouth. Part of me knows that we shouldn't be doing this, but there's enough alcohol and pot in me that I just don't care. I've never seen her so turned on before. I figure that maybe my shy wife has found she's really an exhibitionist. She separates her body from me, and slips down onto the floor. She sits on her knees, pushes my legs wide, and positions her body between my legs. She reaches up to unbuckle my belt. She opens my pants and I sit up slightly as she pulls my pants and underwear down to my thighs. My hard dick stands at attention. The pot and alcohol must be working well because I don't feel embarrassed sitting naked with a raging hard-on in front of my friends. She wraps a hand around the shaft and leans in pressing her lips to the tip. I watch her as she opens her mouth and moves her head down, sliding my cock along her lips and into her mouth. I can see the guys on the couch, watching us. Brad is rubbing himself through his pants. As her head moves up and down in my lap, I can see her ass pointed into the air giving the guys a good view of her pussy. She reaches a hand underneath her between her legs. "Damn, she is hot," Brad whispers, "She's rubbing her clit." Her tongue slips along my shaft, wrapping around it, cleaning it from our sex earlier. Her hair tickles my thighs as her head bobs in my lap. She wraps a hand around the base of my dick and slides it up and down behind her mouth. She moves her mouth to the head of my penis and opens her mouth. I see her tongue licking the sensitive skin underneath the head while her hand jerks up and down the shaft. She looks up at me, her eyes wide and glazed, stimulated by the sex and the pot. She covers the tip with her lips and plunges her head down halfway, then lifts back up, with only her tongue sliding along my cock. She licks the head quickly and pulls her head back from my crotch. "Well, what now," she says, turning to look at the guys on the couch, "How should we start fucking?" Brad and Josh look at her, stumped with glassy eyes, barely aware they were asked a question, massaging their stiff dicks through their pants. Kurt finally responds, "Get on top of him." "Okay," she says and stands in front of me. She places her right knee on the chair beside me, and I move over making room for her left knee on the other side of me. My hands touch her thighs and glide up to her waist pushing her skirt up to her hips. She crouches over me, her hair hanging across her face as she looks down at me. She bends down to me and we kiss. I move my hands up her body, feeling her hips through the crumpled, denim skirt, moving to the cool, bare skin of her waist, and up her side to the tight jersey. I feel her pussy lightly brush the tip of my hard cock, pointed up towards her body. I move a hand behind her body and reach down to grab my dick. I rub the head along her wet pussy lips and then guide it to her hole. She lowers her body down on me in a sweet, slow descent. Our mouths are locked together, tongues probing, as the head of my cock penetrates her, easily sliding inside of her. My hands grab her waist, feeling her hot, smooth skin under my touch. I feel my cock entering her further as she slowly lowers herself onto me, her pussy grasping me tightly. Finally, her butt settles onto my thighs with the entirety of my member encased by her yielding body. Her hands slip down from my shoulders rubbing my chest through the t-shirt. I press my butt into the chair, my cock sliding out of her slightly, and then push back up, sliding back into her. "Mmmm, God," she moans as she separates her mouth from me. She straightens her back with her breasts rising in front of my face. I pump my hips under her, feeling my cock move smoothly inside of her in short, deep strokes. The chair squeaks softly underneath us. I raise my hands to her tight jersey and force them underneath it, pushing it up her chest. She reaches down, grabs the jersey, and pulls it over her head. She tosses it towards the couch and hits Josh in the chest. "Can I keep this?" he asks. "Sure," she mutters, "I don't care." I hear a zipper being opened and see Brad pull his cock out. He begins stroking it as he watches us fucking on the chair. She begins pumping her hips on top of me as I knead her breasts. I press her left breast to my mouth and move my lips over it, kissing every inch of her firm breast. She pushes her chest against my face, writhing against me. My hands grab her thighs, caressing the smooth skin, feeling her muscles contract as she twists her body around my hard cock. Her hands reach down and push my t-shirt up to my chest to settle on my sides beside my stomach. I see her turn her head, watching the guys gaze at her. She watches Brad stroking his cock and matches her rhythm to his. I stop moving my hips, allowing her to ride me. As Brad slides his hand slowly up and down his shaft, Rebecca moves her body slowly up and down my shaft, twisting me deeper into her as she hits bottom. "Like this," Rebecca whispers to Brad. She pumps her cunt quickly on the tip of my cock, her pussy rubbing against my cock head. "Pretend it's you," she moans to him. He strokes his hand along the tip of his cock, matching her rhythm. I move my hands back up to her breasts, caressing them with my fingers, playfully pinching her nipples. She drops her hips lower, sinking half of my cock into her each time she descends. She watches Brad as he does the same with his hand. "Now, fuck me deep," she groans loudly, and plunges her pussy down onto me, her butt slapping against my thighs. I lay my hands gently against her breasts, feeling them bounce against my palms as she thrusts her body on top of me, her back arched, her hands grabbing my shoulders. I see Brad is rubbing his penis in rhythm with her movements. Josh is lazily rubbing himself through his pants, slouching on the couch with his eyes half-closed watching us fuck dreamily. Kurt is sitting upright examining us like a museum display. He picks the roach off of the table and tries hitting it again. I move my hands down to her lower legs and feel the tough leather of her boots. She's still moving in the long, deep strokes, trying to feel the entire length of my cock sliding inside of her. I arch my hips up towards her wanting to impale her deeper. She groans loudly as I push against the depths of her vagina, her head thrown back with her hair draped along her back. "Oh God, that's good," she moans. She rocks her hips against me with her butt firmly planted on my thighs. My cock moves inside of her, pressing against the walls of her cunt. I twist against her, probing her, rubbing inside of her. She sets her hips back and pulls away from me slightly. She kisses me once, and then turns to look at my friends on the couch. "How should we fuck now, guys?" she asks. "Doggy style," Brad blurts out. "Okay," she agrees. She lifts her body off of me and my wet cock slides out of her. She grabs my hand and pulls me up from the chair as she stands up. She leads me over to the coffee table, very close to the couch. She kneels on the ground and lays her hands on the table so that my friends are looking at the right side of her body. She looks back up at me, and beckons me, "Fuck me from behind. I know you like doing this." We rarely do it doggy style, but I love to do it. She says that it's a little too painful for her. I step out of my pants and underwear and kick them to the side. Then, I kneel between her legs and point the head of my cock to her open pussy. I slide it in easily, feeling the underside of my cock sliding along her pubic bone. I grab the inside of her thighs and push her legs a bit wider, lowering her hips for smoother fucking. She tilts her ass down towards me. Her hands are gripping the edge of the table with her arms held straight, her back slanting up towards the ceiling. I watch as my cock emerges from her until I can barely see the head and then sink it back into her almost all the way, but not entirely, knowing that the full length of my cock in this position would be uncomfortable for her. My Wife Opens Up I lean my body back slightly, watching my cock slide out of her and then back up and into her, her body positioned perfectly for my incredibly hard, upward thrusting cock. My hands slide along the denim skirt covering her ass down to the smooth skin of her outer thighs. Her legs look long and tight as I move in and out of her. I hear the sloppy, wet sound of her pussy clenching my thrusting cock and the heavy breathing of all five of us in the room. "Fuck me deep," she moans, looking back at me seductively. I oblige her by pulling out of her and then slowly pushing into her until my cock shaft is completely buried inside of her. I move forward a bit, grab her hips tightly, and press my hips against her butt, shoving my cock deeper. I pump my hips moving out of her halfway and then back into her, grinding against the back of her vagina. She throws her head back and her hair flows down her back. I place my hands on her smooth back, lightly running my fingers along her skin, as I thrust in and out of her. Brad is stroking himself furiously. Josh has removed his cock from his pants and is stroking himself now as well. Kurt has given up on the roach and is watching us lazily, his hard cock pressing against his pants, and his tongue slightly protruding from his mouth. Rebecca moans loudly. "Oh, I can't take this," she says, "I need to cum now." I know what that means. Her best orgasm always comes from missionary. I pull out of her and crawl away from her. She lays on the ground on her back, her head only a foot away from the couch, her legs spread wide, her pussy wide and dripping wet. I crawl between her legs and quickly slide into her. She grabs my butt in her hands and pulls my hips against her. "Fuck me. Make me cum," she groans. I lay my body flat on top of her, as I begin pumping into her. She wraps her legs around my waist, urging me on, the cool leather of the boots pressing against my waist. My hands reach down, one gripping her waist and the other holding her left leg, my fingers curled around her thigh. I plunge in and out of her vigorously with my hips tilted down, my cock pointed slightly up and into her, so that my cock head rubs her g-spot with each thrust. "Oh yes, oh yes," she chants wildly, her fingers digging painfully into my butt cheeks. The wet clasping sound of my cock sliding inside of her is joined by our loud moans. She pumps her hips with me, building to her climax. I feel her vaginal muscles tightening around my cock. I grit my teeth, feeling my own orgasm coming quickly, but trying to hold on while she grips me tightly, bucking her hips, soaring to her orgasm. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh," she moans loudly as her body clenches and my cock pushes into her, her orgasm exploding inside of her. Her wet cunt tightens around my cock and I shove into her deeply, my own orgasm bursting through my body. The cum erupts from my cock, shooting deep into her womb. I press my hips against her pelvis, driving the cum inside of her. She holds me to her tightly, feeling her orgasm pulse through her body. I jerk inside of her, feeling the semen pouring from my cock. Her body twitches against me. I push once more squirting into her and then fall breathlessly against her. Her legs and arms slide off of my body and fall to the carpet. I'm laying on top of her flattened, spread body, my cock dripping the last of the semen into her, as we both pant heavily, our bodies sticky with sweat. "Oh God, that was good," she moans. "Yes it was," Brad says. I look up sluggishly. He has a paper towel wrapped around his cock that he used to catch the semen from his own orgasm. I notice Josh slouching on the couch with my wife's small Steelers jersey covering his cock. Kurt stands up and grabs all of the beer mugs. "I think we all need a drink," he says and walks out of the den. "Damn, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Josh exclaims. "Sorry about the shirt though. I couldn't hold back anymore." "That's all right," I mumble, "It's yours." My head drops to look at Rebecca. She opens her eyes to look up at me. "That was the best fuck ever," she says. I smile and then kiss her lightly. She kisses me back harder. I lift up to look at her again. "The best fuck ever?" I ask. "The best ever," she says and jerks her hips up against me, twisting my shrinking cock inside of her. "I am gonna be sore," she adds. I smile and kiss her once more. Josh and Brad both stand to go clean up. I slip my softened cock from her, and sit up on my knees. I grab her hand and help her to stand up. She starts walking to our room to clean up. I watch her walk away, staring at her beautiful body move. "God, you're hot," I say to her. "I know," she says, turning her head to look at me as she walks away. As I put my underwear on I look at the television and notice the Steelers just won 20-10. "Hell of a day," I mutter and walk out to the hallway bathroom to wait in line with the guys. I hear Brad knocking on the bathroom door and shouting, "Kurt, are you in there?" Kurt yells back through the door, "Yeah, leave me alone." "What are you doing in there?" Brad yells. "What do you think, asshole?" Kurt yells back. Brad and Josh look at me. Brad jerks his hand in front of his cock, mimicking jacking off. We all laugh.