6 comments/ 171226 views/ 66 favorites Lauren and Carl Ch. 01 By: clarkoverns After much prodding, I finally talked my wife Lauren into confessing about her sexual dalliances with our mutual friend Carl. My wife and I have been married about four years. She's 26, with dark brown, shoulder-length hair and an incredible body. Carl has been in our friendship circle since before then. Carl is a very flirty guy, and I had always suspected that something more was going on between Carl and Lauren, but it turns out that I actually witnessed the first time anything had actually happened. The first time anything happened was after a party that we had attended at another friend's house. It was a pool and hot tub party, but as the day ended everyone went back inside, including me. Lauren, however, stayed with Carl. After I talked to people inside for a while, I began wondering where Lauren was and wandered over to the window. Through the window I could see Carl and Lauren sitting in the hot tub, talking in hushed tones. Lauren looked lovely in the moonlight, with water dripping from her hair onto her full breasts, encased in a tight bikini top. The window was open, and I could hear their chatter. "C'mon, Lauren, when am I going to see you naked?" Carl pleaded. This wasn't very surprising to me – Carl usually begged girls to take their clothes off for him. It was part of his personality and girls usually just laughed it off. Lauren laughed tipsily. It was obvious she had been drinking. "When am I going to see YOU naked?" Carl looked around. "Oh, man, right now, if I can see your boobs!" Lauren laughed again, then reached up and squeezed her tits. "You mean these? Aw, why would you want to see these?" "Oh, c'mon, babe! How long have I been begging?" he said. This surprised me - I didn't know this had been going on for a while. "I'm not showing anything unless I see something," she said. "I'll take off my trunks right now if it'll get that top off of you," he said, lower. Lauren paused for a second, then looked around. Carl sensed an opportunity. "Put up or shut up, girl," he teased. "You chicken?" "No!" Lauren said. "You first, though." Carl took a swig of his beer, put the bottle on the side and grabbed the waistband of his trunks. "You sure? I don't want you to get all scared." Lauren laughed. "I can handle anything you got there." I didn't think it would go this far, but to my astonishment, Carl slowly pulled his trunks down. As Lauren stared, his huge cock sprung into view. It was limp at first, but even then it was still large enough for Lauren to gape at it. As she stared, it began growing hard. There was a sudden sexual tension between the two now - the joking atmosphere was gone. Lauren looked back up at Carl and reached back to untie her top. Staring into his eyes, she slowly let it drop into the water. Carl sucked in his breath as her firm, full breasts were exposed. They're a beautiful pale white, topped with pink puffy nipples. She shivered slightly as the top fell, and her tits slightly jiggled. "Jesus, Lauren," he whispered. "They're so beautiful." Carl's cock rapidly reached a full hard-on. It was enormous, obscenely sticking straight up. Lauren looked back down at it and stared for a few seconds. She had a dreamy look on her face. Carl lifted up his hips slightly, pushing his cock toward her. She took the hint, and looked around to make sure no one was watching. She reached over and softly wrapped her hand around his tool, barely getting it all the way around. Carl softly moaned. There was my wife, topless in a hot tub, grabbing some guy's huge cock. I was about to walk over when suddenly my wife leaned over and gently licked the tip of his cock. I was so shocked I stopped in my tracks. Was my wife about to give our friend a blowjob? After a couple of licks, my wife got bolder and put her mouth around his cock. "Oh, Jesus, yes..." Carl groaned. Lauren began pumping him in and out of her mouth, slowly at first, then faster and faster. She wrapped her hands around the base of his cock and started stroking him, too. Carl started groaning and breathing heavily, reaching over and grabbing her tits. He squeezed her nipples, but it was erratic and unfocused. After a few minutes, Carl started groaning, "Oh, God, I'm about to cum, I'm about to cum..." Lauren responded by sucking even harder and faster. Suddenly Carl shouted out, "Oh, shit! Shit!" and began bucking. Lauren took it all in stride, swallowing every spurt of cum he shot into her mouth. After he was done, she straightened back up, his cock falling out of her mouth with a loud plop. She stood up in the hot tub, only in a bikini bottom, with her magnificent tits standing proudly on her chest. She looked so sexy. Carl breathed for a few seconds, then, reached over and started pulling on her bottoms. She flinched for a second, as if she had second thoughts, but then stopped. Carl pulled them down to her knees, exposing her light-brown bush. I would have let it go further, but then suddenly someone shouted for Carl, and the two quickly scrambled to put their suits back on. I rushed back into the main room, and a few minutes later they both emerged. That was the first time Lauren and Carl played around, but it wouldn't be the last. Lauren and Carl Ch. 02 The second time Lauren and Carl fooled around was during a beach trip our circle of friends took in the late summer. All of us are young and pretty attractive, but Lauren and I are the only married couple, so a lot of teasing and flirting goes on, even with us. Carl was especially flirty with Lauren throughout the trip, but I dismissed it as mere playfulness. We were all hanging out on the beach at night, when Carl said that he was going for a walk. He asked if any of us wanted to join him, but most of us said no. He turned to Lauren and said, "Hey, Lauren, how 'bout you?" "Okay!" Lauren said, a bit too quickly. Lauren stood up. She had put on a t-shirt over her bikini, but it only came down to her midriff. I was worried that Carl would get ideas, as I knew the effect he had on her. Turns out I was right. Lauren later recounted the story. She had joined Carl and the two of them had started walking down the beachfront. Occasionally people would pass them by, but by and large the two of them were alone. The conversation was light and lively, and Carl was joking around and making her laugh, as usual. There was a tremendous sexual tension between the two, and Lauren was as eager as Carl to have some fun. After a few hundred feet and another couple walked by, she reached down and pulled off her shirt. Her tits looked great encased in her dark purple bikini top. "Now THAT is what I'm talking about!" Carl said. Lauren giggled. "Oh, hush. It's just warm." "Well, don't just stop there if you're hot." Lauren slapped him on the shoulder, but it was clear she liked the attention. "Har har." They walked on for a bit, talking about different things, and every now and then Carl would egg her to strip. Finally, he said, "It would be a shame for your boobs not to get some moonlight, is all." Lauren laughed. "Why are you talking so much? It's not like you haven't seen my boobs already." "Oh, man, Lauren, every time is like the first time with yours!" Lauren laughed again. "Hey, what's that over there?" she asked, pointing toward the ocean. Carl turned to look. Lauren quickly untied her top and pulled it off. Her pale, full tits bounced free. Carl turned back and said, "I don't-" but stopped when he saw Lauren's bare breasts. "Oh, WOW. Oh, MAN," he gaped. Lauren laughed again and blushed, but she did nothing to cover up. She even put a little bounce in her step, and her tits jiggled as she walked. They walked a bit farther, with Carl openly staring at Lauren's chest and complimenting her. Lauren acted like she didn't care, but her light pink, slightly puffy nipples had already become erect. Every now and then she would glance down at Carl's swim trunks. His large cock was making a very noticeable bulge, and he wasn't doing anything to cover it up, either. A couple suddenly came into view on the horizon. During their walk, Carl had managed to take Lauren's t-shirt and top, and Lauren reached for them. "Carl, people are coming. Give me my top." Carl looked at her with a mischievous grin. "No no no, you're fine." "What? No! Carl, give me my shirt!" Lauren tried to grab her shirt, but Carl pulled it away. "Carl, I'm topless! They can't see me like this!" Now Carl was laughing, holding her clothes away from her. "C'mon, it'll be fun! Let's give them an eyeful!" By this point the two were clearly visible, and it was clear that it was two young guys. They had already seen Lauren and Carl, and they were just now beginning to realize Lauren was half-naked. Lauren gave one last jump for her shirt, but Carl kept it away. The two guys were much too close now, so Lauren gave up and covered her tits with her arms. "Oooh, I hate you!" she told Carl. "Just keep walking!" "Hey, guys, what's up!" Carl shouted at them. "How you doing?" Lauren stared at Carl open-mouthed. The guys were happy to get any reason to get a better look at Lauren, so they walked over. As they approached, Carl glanced over at Lauren and saw her arms firmly placed over her chest. Just as the guys reached them, Carl suddenly darted a hand at Lauren's side and quickly tickled her. Lauren squealed and instinctively reached down to slap his hand away, completely exposing her breasts to the boys. She squealed again when she realized what had happened, and brought her arms right back. The boys were staring at her chest as they walked up. "Hey," they stammered out at Carl. The three began talking, but the whole time the boys were staring at Lauren. At first she kept her hands over her tits, but after a while she decided that they had already seen them anyway, so she might as well not bother. She let her hands drift away, which only made the boys stare more. She was blushing deeply, which made her look all the more sexy. After a while she felt more comfortable and joined the conversation, and soon she started trying to accentuate her breasts more. She crossed her arms under her tits and pushed them upwards and together. Sometimes she would laugh exaggeratedly on purpose, to have an excuse to bounce her boobs. By the end of the conversation the boys weren't even pretending to look away from her chest. Finally Carl said, "Alright, guys, we gotta go. Have a good night." The guys sputtered out a goodbye, and you could feel their disappointment when Lauren turned away from them. After they had walked a few feet, Lauren punched Carl in the shoulder. "You're such a jerk!" Carl burst out into laughter. "Yeah, you sure did hate the attention! Good job framing your boobs with your arms, did you learn that from a magazine?" Lauren laughed and punched him again. She realized then how sexually charged she was and how incredible it had been to have those strangers stare to lustfully at her tits. "Well, it looks like YOU enjoyed my magazine techniques," Lauren said, as she pointed down at Carl's bulge. "I've been like this since I saw you in your bikini - you just have that effect on me, babe." Lauren giggled. "Hey...let me see it again." "It's the least I can do," Carl smiled, and pulled his trunks down to his hips. Lauren gasped when his massive cock sprung free, rock hard. "Man, it's always an ego boost to show you my dick, Lauren. Is it that much bigger than your husband's?" Lauren stared down at it while she spoke. "Yeah...much bigger." The two were silent for a few seconds, then Lauren reached over and grasped it. "Yeeessss!" Carl said, and raised his arms in the air in mock triumph. Lauren burst out into laughter - it wiped away any awkwardness. She started stroking him, slowly and softly. He moaned. Lauren slowly sunk to her knees and pulled Carl's trunks down to his ankles, and she took Carl's member into her mouth. "Oh, yes, Lauren...Oh, Jesus, yes..." Carl groaned. He rested his hands on the back of her head and stroked her hair as she sucked him off. She blew him for a few minutes, topless on her knees right in the middle of the beach. People might have walked by, but she was too enamored of his cock to notice. Finally, Carl started breathing quickly, and Lauren started pumping her mouth harder and faster. "I'm about to cum...Oh, god, here it comes..." Carl gasped, and then he shot his load into her mouth. She swallowed it as it came, gulping down each burst. When he was done, she kept it in her mouth and felt it slowly get soft. "Oh, man, Lauren, that was incred-" Carl began, but just then Lauren jumped up and grabbed her shirt and top. She took off running down the beach back to the group. Carl started to run after her, but he tripped over his own trunks and crashed to the ground. Laughing, Lauren stopped and put her top and shirt back on. Carl pulled his trunks back up and started racing after her. They ran all the way back to the campsite, and when we asked why they were running she said they had decided to race back. They gave each other knowing smiles. Lauren and Carl Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Lauren in the Play I learned later on that my wife's experiences with Carl had left her much more emboldened about teasing other guys. The next time this happened was when she auditioned for a play at the local community theatre. Lauren had been a drama nerd in high school, but hadn't been in a play since then. She was really excited when the theatre announced auditions for a show that was exactly during the time when her work hit a slump and she could leave the office by six on weeknights. She auditioned for the play and got a supporting role. During the first cast meeting, the director noted that because the theater wasn't very large, dressing rooms would need to be shared. The director then had everyone introduce themselves. Lauren took special note of Brett, who was playing the role of a bodyguard. He was tall and very built. Rehearsals went uneventfully, with Lauren not having much of a chance of talking to the other actors, except for occasional flirting with Brett and some of the other guys. The week of the dress rehearsals, though, everything changed. Costumes were assigned and everyone was expected to change just as they would during show nights. First Dress Rehearsal Lauren was in the dressing room and had pulled off her shirt, revealing the plain white bra she was wearing that day. She was in the middle of undoing her jeans when the door suddenly opened and Brett walked in. The two caught eyes and Lauren instinctively shrieked. Brett looked down at her chest, looked quickly away, and said, "Sorry! Sorry!" and shut the door. Lauren quickly finished changing and opened the door again. Brett was waiting outside. "I'm so sorry –" he began, but Lauren immediately interrupted. "No, no, it's not a big deal at all. I just wasn't expecting anyone." "They gave us the same dressing room, I guess," Brett explained. "Well, go ahead, all done," Lauren smiled. Because of the delay, Brett ended up being late to his scene on stage. The director went ballistic, and demanded that the stage manager make sure it didn't happen again. After rehearsal, the stage manager talked to both Lauren and Brett and explained that the two would have to change at the same time, or else both would be late to their cues. "If necessary, we can put in a curtain in the room," he said. "Oh, no," Lauren interjected. "That's not necessary. We're both adults." "It's fine with me," Brett said. "We'll be dressing room buddies. We can put up Pink Floyd posters." Lauren laughed. It was exactly the kind of joking fun that Carl had made her so comfortable. Second Dress Rehearsal Lauren rushed into the dressing room the same time as Brett during the second dress rehearsal. They smiled when they saw each other. "Hey, roomie," Brett said. Lauren giggled and said "Hi, roomie" back. The two quickly went to their outfits and started changing. Lauren's dress change required changing out of a light sweater and jeans into a halter top and a skirt. With Brett in the room, her plan was to change immediately into her halter top, and then change from jeans to the skirt, to prevent being completely in her underwear. Lauren pulled off her shirt, exposing another plain white bra. She tossed it aside and reached for the halter top when she saw out of the corner of her eye Brett staring at her chest. He was trying to be discreet, just giving glances, but he was doing a bad job. Lauren felt hot. Carl had made her feel very confident about her breasts, and seeing another man gawk helplessly at her bra gave her that same feeling of power and arousal. It didn't hurt either that Brett was shirtless, exposing a firm, muscular torso. Lauren hesitated for a brief second, and then reached down and unsnapped her jeans. She pulled them down over her hips and off. Lauren was just in her bra and panties now. She had a lean, taut body, the result of being young and working out. My wife stood in her underwear for a brief second, and enjoyed watching Brett stare. Brett never lost focus on her body, even while he changed out of a sweater and jeans and put on a dress shirt and khakis. Eventually Lauren put on her skirt and halter top. With both of them dressed, they quickly walked out the door. Lauren came home that night and pounced on me the second she saw me. She was incredibly horny. I didn't know why, but I didn't ask any questions. I probably should have. I might have learned that she was fantasizing about exposing her herself to Brett. Third Dress Rehearsal The next day Lauren wore a stylish and skimpy pair of bra and panties. During the dress rehearsal that night, she bounced into the dressing room right behind Brett. "What's up, babe?" Richard said. "Nice scene out there," she replied. "Thanks!" he said. Lauren walked over to her side and glanced over as Brett took his sweater off. She pulled her own sweater off. Her tits jiggled inside her dark blue bra as she shimmied out of her jeans. This time, Brett whistled. "Nice, dude." Lauren made a mock shriek and covered up her chest with her hands. She knew what she was doing, though, and did it in a way that pushed her cleavage together. "You're not supposed to be looking at a half-naked girl!" "Oh, I'm just talking about the bra. Nice color," Brett said, smiling. Lauren laughed. "Why, thank you," she said, and uncovered her bra again. During their conversation, Lauren had time to look over Brett's body. He was in his underwear, which this time was a stylish pair of boxers. Had he also known she was watching? Did he want her to keep watching? She was sure, however, that Brett was pretty aroused. His cock was sticking out visibly from his boxers. It looked big. The two of them talked a bit more while they dressed up, and then rushed back out to the stage. ---- This pattern repeated itself every night for the next few days. Each night Lauren would wear a skimpy bra and panties and show them off to Brett, who would strip down to his boxers. Each night Lauren would come back home soaking wet and ravish me. As the week progressed, the two of them became more bold about staring at each other. On the fourth night, when Lauren had started changing, Brett smiled and said, "Alright, my favorite part of rehearsal!" On the fifth night, Lauren looked at the bulge in Brett's boxers and said, "Whoa, careful with the monster there, cowboy." The last dress rehearsal, Brett nodded at Lauren's bra-encased breasts and asked, "Looking good tonight, girls!" Opening Night On opening night, after the warm-ups, the director gave a quick pep talk to the cast. The stage manager then gave some last minute notes. "Lauren," she said. "We've given you another halter top for the Act II scene. It's got a shelf-bra in it, so don't wear your bra." A couple of the male cast members whooped, but Brett was quiet and slightly blushed. Lauren saw him blushing and immediately got an idea. She walked quickly to the bathroom and took her bra off through her shirt. She ran back just as the stage manager was done. The cast was dispersing. As Brett walked over to the dressing room, Lauren said, "Hey, Brett, throw this in the dressing room for me, will you? I might as well not bother with it tonight." She threw him her bra. Brett caught it, looked at it startled for a second, then grinned. "Sure thing, babe," he said, and walked off. Lauren grew hot thinking about the scene change. The entire first act she was distracted and slow to say her lines. The fact that her tits jiggled unencumbered as she walked around on stage did a great deal to distract everyone else, too. Finally the scene change came up and Lauren walked quickly over to the dressing room. Richard was already there. He smiled as she walked past him. "Good first act," he mumbled. She mumbled, "Thanks!" There was an incredible sexual tension in the room. Both of them knew what was about to happen. Lauren crossed her arms and grasped the bottom of her shirt. She hesitated a quick second, took a breath, and pulled it over her head. Her tits bounced into view. My wife's breasts are a beautiful pale white with pink puffy nipples. They jiggled slightly as she tossed the shirt aside, then came to rest. Brett was stunned. "Oh, wow...Lauren..." he stammered. Lauren nervously giggled. She pulled off her jeans and stood there only in light purple panties. "Eyes up, roomie," she said. "I'm trying," Brett stammered. Lauren burst into laughter, her breasts bouncing lightly. "Hurry up you, we've got to get ready for the next scene," she said, and pulled her skirt on. Staring at her tits, Brett pulled off his jeans. His cock was stranding at full attention, practically bursting out of his boxers. Lauren stared at it lustfully. After they slowly put on the rest of their clothes, the two quickly jumped out of the room and barely made their scene in time. The show had a three-week run, and each night Lauren would do the same thing. Once they were in the dressing room, she would change right in front of Brett, exposing her bare breasts. She'd get incredibly excited each time, watching Brett stare at her and grow hard. On closing night, the stage manager announced that there would be a cast party at the director's house immediately after the show. It was an inclusive party, so I had planned on coming with Lauren. When the time came for the scene change, Lauren and Brett rushed into the dressing room. Brett immediately stripped out of his shirt and jeans. He had figured out how turned on Lauren got when she saw him in his boxers. Lauren walked over to her side of the dressing room, turned around to face him, and pulled off her shirt. Her breasts popped into view. Brett grinned. "I gotta say, Lauren, you're probably the best roommate I've ever had." Lauren smiled, staring at his growing hard-on. "Same here, Brett." Brett looked down to put on his pants. Lauren began to unbutton her jeans. She was extremely hot, and couldn't believe that this exhibition was going to end that night. As she pulled down her jeans, she impulsively hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down. Brett looked up to see my wife completely naked. Her light brown bush perfectly complemented her pale skin. Her tits stood up proudly on her chest. She looked gorgeous. Brett's eyes jumped up and down between her breasts and pussy while he gaped. Lauren looked down and pretended that she had pulled her panties off by accident. "Oops! I thought there was a draft." Slowly, she pulled her skirt on, then slipped on her halter top. She left her panties inside her discarded jeans. "See you out on stage," she smiled, and winked as she rushed by Brett, who was still in his underwear, in shock. Lauren spent the rest of the play without panties on. When she and Brett were onstage together, she would open and cross her legs frequently. Brett barely got any of his lines out, as the whole time he was staring up her skirt. ----- That night at the cast party, Lauren wore a halter top and jeans. I had come, too, but because I didn't know anyone I felt out of place. I found a couple of other spouses playing poker and I hung out with them for the rest of the night. Lauren would come by now and then to see me, getting more and more drunk each time. I learned later that the whole night she and Brett were eyeing each other and flirting. By the end of the night, she had become really drunk, and at one point the two of them were in one of the bedrooms with some other people relaxing and talking. The others left, leaving Brett and Lauren alone. "I had a really great time doing the play with you, roomie," Brett said. "Oh, same here, roommie," Lauren slurred. "It's too bad we won't have our dressing room fun anymore!" "I know!" Brett said. "That was the best part of my acting experience!" Lauren laughed. Brett continued. "You're not gonna leave me without a last look at the girls, are you?" Lauren smiled and pushed her arms together, pushing up her cleavage. "The girls? I dunno, they've had a lot of air tonight." "Oh, c'mon," Brett mock-wined. "They want to see me as much as I want to see them!" Lauren giggled. She walked tipsily over to the bedroom door and locked it. Then she turned around, and with a devilish smile she slowly pulled the straps off her shoulders. "Well, I guess they can say goodbye," she said, and pushed her top down to her waist, popping her tits out. Brett stared at her naked breasts, and Lauren watched as his pants began to tent. "You know, you saw an awful lot more of me than I did you back in that room," she said, keeping her gaze on Brett's crotch. Brett got the hint. "Let me make it fair," he said. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers. His cock bounced free, thick and hard. Lauren stared at it. "Wow. You're...great," she said. She stared at it longingly for a few seconds, then quickly turned to make sure the door was closed. Then she slowly dropped to her knees and grasped Brett's cock. Brett moaned, half in surprise. Lauren stroked it a few times, then leaned over and placed the head in her mouth. She rolled it back and forth around her lips while her hands stroked his shaft. "Oh, Jesus, Lauren...oh, yes..." Brett moaned. Lauren began pumping him in and out of her mouth faster, her head bobbing and her tits jiggling. "Oh, yes...yes..." After a few minutes, Brett began to moan louder and faster. Lauren kept sucking his cock until he suddenly cried out, "Here it comes!" and started shooting his load into her mouth. Lauren kept her pace, swallowing each burst of cum. When he was done, she kept his cock in her mouth until it went soft. With a soft plop, she dropped it out of her mouth and stood back up. "Oh, wow, Lauren, that was incredible. Thanks so much...you're so gorgeous," Brett stammered. It was suddenly uncomfortable now, but Lauren was done with him anyway. She hadn't gotten to the point where she would fuck another man besides me, so she decided it was best to leave quickly. "No problem, Brett," she said, smiling. "I'll see you around. Stay here for a bit after I leave, okay? I don't want anyone getting suspicious." Brett agreed, and my wife pulled up her halter top. Brett slightly whimpered as her magnificent breasts were covered up for the last time. Then Lauren went to the door and walked out. We left the party shortly after, when she told me that she was tired. She never saw Brett again, but her adventure with him primed her for the next step with Carl. Lauren and Carl Ch. 04 After months of pleading, Lauren finally broke down and confessed to me that Carl and her had fucked. It was inevitable that it would happen, I guess, but it was still shocking. It happened during Carl's birthday party a couple of years ago. He had planned a big bash at his house with all of his friends, and invited Lauren and me. I was unable to go, because I was out of town on business that weekend. When I told that to Lauren, she seemed oddly pleased. I learned later that she was looking forward to another night of playing around with Carl, and she was happy to know that I wouldn't be around to get in the way. The night of the party, Lauren wore a short tight skirt and a clingy purple halter top, which did a great job of showing off her full breasts. When she arrived at the party, it was already picking up steam. Carl had invited people he knew from college, work, and all around, so she didn't know most of the people. She found a couple of people she knew and was chatting with them when she heard her name shouted across from the living room. It was Carl, who strode over and gave her a big hug. Lauren squealed as he lifted her off the ground, putting her tits at his eye level. "Hey, there's my hottie!" he shouted, and Lauren could immediately tell he was already drunk. "Where's your man?" Lauren told him that I was out of town for the weekend, and he grinned broadly. "Good," he said, looking down at her chest, "then I won't feel so bad about ogling you all night." Lauren giggled. "Calm down, Romeo. You can keep those eyes to yourself." "You wicked creature. And on my birthday of all days!" Carl pouted. "Go and get yourself a drink, meet some of my friends!" Carl stumbled off to meet and greet others. Lauren got a drink and found some people to strike up a conversation with. For the next several hours, Lauren and Carl would cross paths during the party. Each time, Carl would drunkenly flirt with her. One time he would walk behind her and slap her ass. Another time he grinded with her for a few minutes during a raunchy song. A third time he came up behind her and gave her a short massage. Still, Lauren found him not very attentive. Before the two of them could work up a flirting storm, he would usually be pulled away by someone else or would get called over to do another shot. Lauren was a bit put off by the lack of attention, but she found other people and kept drinking. It all came to a head, though, later on in the night, when Lauren was in the party room. She was in a circle of people who were talking about football when she noticed Carl on the other side of the room, being the life of the party. While he was talking, a girl quickly walked up to Carl and pulled up her shirt. The girl was facing away from Lauren, but Lauren could immediately tell the girl wasn't wearing a bra. "Happy birthday!" she said, while everyone around her erupted into cheers. Carl's eyed opened wide, and he shouted, "Whoo hoo!" The girl held her shirt up for another few seconds and bounced lightly up and down, then pulled her shirt back down and bowed amidst the guys cheering and the girls squealing. Cries of "Omigod, I can't believe she just did that!" and "Awesome!" flooded the room, as others turned around to see what had happened. Carl was ecstatic. "Oh, my God, Jesse, your boobs are incredible!" he said, and continued raving about them. Lauren was suddenly extremely jealous. She had always assumed that Carl was ga-ga for her and her alone, but now she was hearing him say the same things to another girl he had told her. Almost with tears in her eyes, Lauren walked to the kitchen to get another drink. She found a bottle of vodka and poured herself a shot when Jesse and a bunch of her friends walked into the kitchen. "Wow, why'd you do that?" one of the girls asked. "Oh, Carl's always been begging me to show him my tits," Jesse responded, clearly beaming from all the attention. "And it's his birthday, so I figured I'd give him a present." Lauren almost turned green with envy. She wasn't the type of girl who would flash a crowd, but she knew exactly the kind of attention that Jesse was basking in right now. -------- Lauren stayed for another few hours, growing angry and determined to get back at Jesse. As the night wound down, Carl got drunker and drunker. At one point, Lauren saw him go off to the bathroom by himself, and decided to take the opportunity. She walked over and waited outside. When he stumbled out of the bathroom, Carl turned to his right and saw Lauren. "Hey, gorgeous!" he slurred. "Hey yourself," Lauren pouted. "You enjoying all the girls showing off for you?" "Oh, you mean Jesse?" Carl smiled. "Aw, you're not jealous, are you?? "Do you think she has nicer boobs than me?" Lauren asked. She crossed her arms, partly to push her chest up. "Wellll, they were pretty nice," Carl said. "And it's been so long since I've seen yours..." "Well, why don't I refresh your memory," Lauren said. She grasped the bottom of her top and pulled it up. As it reached her breasts, it clung to them for just a second, then sprung up, and her tits bounced out all in their glory. Carl gave out a low whistle. "Every time's the first time with your boobs, Lauren," he said. Lauren let her shirt hang on the tops of her breast, and slowly walked toward Carl. His eyes were fixed on her tits and her pink, puffy nipples. She pushed him backwards, and they slowly walked toward a door on the far end of the hallway. He obligingly walked backwards through the door and into a bedroom. Lauren directed him to a large chair and sat him down. She stood over him for a second, letting him stare at her magnificent chest, framed by her purple top and tight stomach. Carl reached out and began massaging her boobs. It felt great to Lauren, but she could tell he was clearly tired, and didn't have much consciousness left in him. She felt that she had beaten Jesse, but she wanted a total victory. She knelt down in front of Carl and unbuckled his belt. Carl moaned out a "Yes..." as she unzipped his pants and pulled his large cock out of his fly. It was rock hard, thick and long. She stroked it for a few seconds, then began kissing the shaft up to the head. She slowly wrapped her mouth around it and began lightly sucking him. Carl was moaning loudly. Lauren herself was extremely horny by now, and very wet. The numerous drinks she had had were taking effect and altering her judgment. After blowing Carl for a few minutes, the idea suddenly came to her to fuck him. The very thought made her weak with desire, and after a few more moans from Carl, she drunkenly decided to just go for it. She pulled away from his cock and stood back up. Carl looked up at her, drunk and confused. She stared at him for a second, then pulled her skirt up to her waist and quickly straddled him before she could change her mind. Carl watched with growing excitement. His hard cock became even harder as she pulled her panties to the side and lined it up with her pussy. "Happy Birthday," Lauren whispered, and slowly lowered herself onto Carl's cock. Carl moaned. "Oh, Jesus, Lauren, oh God." Lauren moaned as Carl's huge dick filled her. She had never had such an enormous one before, and the sensation almost gave her an orgasm right there. She was so wet his dick had no problem sliding all the way to the hilt. Lauren slowly began to rock up and down, riding Carl. He was groaning loudly now, repeating, "Oh, God, yes, oh, God, yes." Lauren looked down and noticed that her top had dropped back down over her breasts. This time she pulled the straps off her shoulders and pushed her top down to her waist. Carl was right at eye level with her tits now, as they bounced and jiggled with her rocking. After a few minutes, Carl began to moan louder and Lauren began to bounce faster. "Oh, fuck, I'm about to cum," Carl said. Lauren had not even thought about that, but she didn't have time to think about it before Carl suddenly gave a loud groan and began to buck wildly. Lauren felt his cum shooting up inside of her in hot bursts. It was so dangerous and exciting that she immediately came, moaning loudly. She grinded into him for a few more seconds afterwards, then slowly pulled herself off of him. As she pulled up her panties and rearranged her top, she heard snoring. Looking up, she saw Carl had fallen asleep right there in the chair. She put his cock back in his pants and left him asleep in the chair, then walked quietly out and walked downstairs to the party. She milled around for another half hour, then decided to leave. As she walked out, she heard Jesse ask someone where Carl was. The person responded that Carl had passed out, and from the disappointed look on Jesse's face, Lauren knew she had won. She smiled and left for home. Lauren and Carl Ch. 05 After Lauren and Carl fucked during his birthday party, the two of them didn't see each other for a while. Lauren didn't mind, she was actually a little embarrassed after the night and wasn't sure if the sex had changed their flirty dynamic. I wasn't sure why she thought anything would change, since she had already given him several blowjobs, but women have a strange attitude toward sex, I suppose. Lauren eventually confessed to me that the next time anything happened between the two of them was the next time they saw each other, at the Halloween party we always attend. It's thrown by two of our friends, and it's a costume party that everyone generally gets into. We're all young, in our mid-twenties, so sometimes it gets raunchy, but generally nothing more than the occasional racy costume. This year I went as a Roman centurion, and Lauren joined the theme by going as a Roman senator. That meant she wore a white bedsheet in the shape of a toga, which she tied to be a little tight in all the right places. Anyone seeing her would see instantly that she had a great figure. I remember that when I walked up behind her as she was putting the final touches on it, I caressed her back and realized that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath the toga. I pointed it out to her and she said that the toga didn't cover enough of her shoulders and that the bra straps would be visible and would ruin the impression, and that it didn't matter because she had made sure to wrap the sheet around her chest several times so it was too thick for to see anything through it. I liked the idea of knowing that my wife's breasts were bouncing freely underneath the toga all night long, so I didn't say anything. When we arrived at the party, Carl was there, dressed as a robot. At the time I didn't know their history, so I didn't think anything about it when he rushed up to Lauren and gave her a big hug. But it made Lauren feel really at ease, since it seemed like Carl wasn't going to act differently around her. She brightened up instantly. I don't remember much from the party myself, except for one part. During most of it I was hanging out with various people and lost track of Lauren for most of it. When I caught glances of her she seemed to be okay, except more and more drunk. At one point, though, I noticed that her toga seemed to be tied up much more differently around her torso that it had before. More important, it seemed much thinner against her chest now. The outline of her large, firm tits were much more clear. I walked up to say something to her, and as I got closer I saw that the covering was now thin enough that I could even almost see her breasts through it. When I mentioned it to her, Lauren explained that she had gone to the bathroom and had to remove most of the sheet and then had to retie it. She said she didn't think anyone could see anything, and even if they did, it wasn't a big deal to her, she was proud of her "rack" and I should be, too. I thought that was a weird thing for her to say, especially that she described them that way, but I didn't want to make a big scene, so I let it go. Of course, Lauren later told me that things actually happened differently. She had spent most of the night getting more and more drunk and in another room in the house, flirting with Carl and a few guys. Some of them had girlfriends and some didn't, but most of the girls were elsewhere, so Lauren was the only girl in the room. Ordinarily she wouldn't have been alone flirting with so many guys, but Carl made her feel safe, so she stayed. As everyone started getting tipsy, some of the guys began to get a bit more bold with Lauren. One of them, some guy named Hunter, said, "Hey, Lauren, what're you wearing under that toga?" Lauren giggled and said, "Wouldn't you like to know?" "We would!" someone else said, and someone else said, "yeah!" Another guy walked up behind Lauren and moved his hand up and down her back. "I don't feel a bra strap!" he shouted. "Awesome!" someone else said. Lauren playfully slapped the guy's hand away. "That's none of your business!" she laughed, and jumped up from her seat. This made her tits bounce visibly enough that it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. "Oh, man, look how they bounce!" someone said, which made Lauren squeal a little out of embarrassment, and clutch her hands over her tits. That just made her look even cuter, and it just egged the guys on. "I bet your boobs look so great," some guy said, and another guy added. "They look so hot!" "What do they look like?" some other guy said. Lauren isn't sure what made her say what she said next, but she was drunk and wanted the flattery to go on. "Ask Carl," she said, pointing to him. "He's seen them." This definitely got a reaction. "No way!" "What?!" "When?!" All the guys turned to Carl, waiting for him to explain himself. Carl grinned and nodded at Lauren. "I did! Guys, they're incredible. Big and really firm." "You have to show us!" Hunter shouted. "Yeah, it's no fair!" someone else said. "Show us, Lauren, come on!" "No way!" Lauren said. "I'm not showing my boobs to a roomful of guys! What will my husband say? What will your girlfriends say?" "We won't tell them!" Hunter said. "We swear we'll keep it totally quiet forever," another guy said. Lauren kept refusing, but it was clear that she really enjoyed the attention, and the guys were sure they could get her to agree if they kept begging. Finally, Carl suddenly spoke up. "Hey, tell you what," he said. "Let's play a game. Lauren has to keep her hands at her side for 20 seconds. If I can slip her toga down without touching it in those twenty seconds, then we get to see whatever it shows until the 20 seconds are up. How about that?" The guys all immediately agreed. Lauren wasn't sure what Carl meant, but assumed that he wouldn't actually do anything that would expose her to other guys, and even if he was trying to he wouldn't be able to get the toga off in 20 seconds without touching it. "Okay, fine!" she said, brightly. "But you're going to be disappointed, this is on pretty tight!" As the guys cheered, she stood in front of all the guys and put her arms down at her side. "You have 20 seconds, starting...now!" Lauren began counting down as Carl walked up behind her. She didn't know, but Carl had apparently been looking at her toga for most of the night and figured out that most of the toga was tied together with several safety pins. Lauren suddenly realized this when Carl swiftly popped open a pin. Immediately a bunching of the toga slipped down to her waist. She gave a quick shriek and then caught her nerves and kept counting. "15...14..." Carl popped another one open and a second bunching fell. Now it was obvious that only two layers of sheets remained between Lauren and her naked chest. Her nipples immediately got hard, which made all the guys gasp. "Keep going!" "You got it, Carl!" Lauren kept counting. "10...9..." Carl popped another pin and the third sheeting fell. Lauren actually starting feeling dizzy. There was only one thin layer of sheet left. The slope and shape of her tits, and even the pink of her nipples, was already visible. Was Carl really going to strip her topless in front of all these guys? She wasn't sure, and she wasn't even sure she didn't want him to. "5...4..." Lauren got her answer as Carl waited until she said "3" and popped the final pin. The final sheeting fell. Lauren's pale, milky breasts popped into view, standing high on her chest, her pink nipples hard and taut. The room burst into cheers. Lauren's face flushed red with embarrassment, and she even stopped counting. Then suddenly she realized the countdown was over and grabbed the sheeting and pulled it back up, making her tits bounce wildly in front of all the guys. "What did I tell you guys?" Carl grinned. "Holy shit, Lauren, your tits are incredible!" Hunter said. "Better than my girlfriend's!" someone else said. That got a round of agreement. "Much better than my girlfriend, too!" "I wish my wife had tits like that!" "They're so gorgeous!" Lauren told me later that she didn't know if she was embarrassed at first, but all the compliments made her feel better and even proud of her body. She was also glad that Carl had only let the guys have a quick 3-second look, when he could have given them much longer. "You boys are sweet!" she said, as she pinned a much thinner bunching of sheets over her chest. "But remember, not a word to anybody!" One guy said, "Lauren, if I was you, I'd be topless all the time. You should be proud of your rack!" "Cheers for Lauren!" someone else shouted, and everyone cheered so loudly that some women walked into the room to see what the commotion was about. The guys got quiet and Lauren felt pretty satisfied that they wouldn't tell anybody. That finally explained to me why Lauren was so proud of her breasts when she ran into me later, and why she called it her "rack," which she never had before. Lauren walked around for rest of the party wearing the thin, flimsy sheet over her breasts, and I definitely noticed that it attracted some attention, especially some disapproving looks from the other girls. I didn't realized at the time that half the guys at the party now knew exactly what my wife's tits looked like. Lauren told me later that when the party was dying down, she walked over to Carl, who was standing in the corner with some people. Lauren joined the conversation and waited until the other people walked away. "That was very naughty of you," she smiled as she scolded Carl. "I didn't think you'd actually let everyone see my boobs." "I hope you don't mind," Carl said back. "But it didn't seem fair to hide them from the rest of the world. You wouldn't hide the Hope Diamond, would you?" Lauren smiled and blushed again. "You think they're that great, huh, mister?" Carl laughed. "I've been trying to figure out how I could get you to play that game again all night!" Lauren was very drunk by that point, and all the rush of showing her tits and getting so many compliments had made her incredibly horny. "We can go play it now, if you want..." she said. That was all Carl needed to hear. "Let's go," he whispered. The two of them snuck out of the room and into a large bathroom down the hall. Lauren locked the door and walked sexily over to Carl, who reached across her shoulder and popped the only safety pin holding her toga together. It slipped down to her waist, leaving her topless again, her bare breasts quivering in front of him. "You're getting good at this," she purred. "Let me try." Lauren reached down and unbuckled the belt on the pants of Carl's robot outfit. They clanked down, exposing his huge, hard cock in his boxers. Carl moaned as Lauren knelt down and pulled his boxers down and slipped her mouth over his dick. "Oh, Lauren, you've got the best mouth," he whispered, as Lauren began bobbing her head up and down his dick. She sucked his cock for a few minutes, then popped it out of her mouth. "How much do you love my boobs?" she said. "I love them so much!" he said, staring down at her and her naked chest. "Do you want to cum on them?" she asked, as she started to pump his dick with her hand. "God, yes," he whispered. "You want to cum on my tits?" she said, jerking him harder. "Say it." "I want to cum on your tits," he groaned. "Ask me," she said, as she started pumping harder. Her tits wobbled as Carl stared at them. "Ask me to cum on my tits." "Lauren, please let me cum on your tits," he breathed. He was clearly getting close. "Let me cum all over your tits." "Okay," she whispered, and just as she said it Carl groaned loudly and began shooting his load. Hot blasts of cum sprayed all over Lauren's bare breasts as she stroked and pumped Carl's dick. She kept pumping until Carl was totally spent, and then stood up. "Look at the mess you made," she said, smiling, her tits glistening with Carl's cum. Carl grinned. "Can I help you wash up?" he asked. Just then there was a knock at the door. Carl immediately shouted, "just a minute!" and then turned to Lauren. "Get in the shower and pull the curtain over!" he whispered. Lauren quickly did so, and stayed in there while Carl left and a girl came in and adjusted her makeup. Then Lauren locked the door, washed her chest clean, and rebunched her toga up. She joined me and we shortly left the party afterward. I remember the sex being incredible, but I didn't know until just now that I wasn't the only guy who she brought to climax that night.