3 comments/ 95597 views/ 53 favorites Stoned then Stuffed By: L0tsaluck Last evening my wife and I had a romantic dinner, I'd been busy with work as had she and was looking forward to an evening together with high expectations that it would end up in the sack. Angie must have had similar interests as she was wearing a light weight sundress through which one could see her bra and panties in daylight. I could tell it was a special bra and panty set and it immediately put me in the mood. I knew the lingerie well - the bra was a fancy off white demi bra with embroidered satin panels sculptured onto the bottom half of the C cups. Delicate lace framed the satin panels just covering her areoles. The bra held Angie's breasts in a way to create an expansive view of cleavage framed for maximum viewing pleasure. The panties were a matched set with an embroidered satin diamond shaped modesty panel coving her trimmed pubic hair and very sheer stretch fabric hugging her shapely butt and hips. While the sexy lingerie alone was enough to get any male in the mood, this particular outfit was extra exciting because of the memories that it brought back. It was two years ago. At the time I was managing one division of a real-estate company that was involved in managing and disposing of distressed or foreclosed properties and businesses. Myself and my team took over buildings and businesses that failed in the rough economic climate. One particular business that failed was known as Sally's Lingerie. It was the business of a trophy wife of a local surgeon who died in an accident leaving an unprepared wife who quickly got the business in trouble. With court papers in hand we seized the business and proceeded to liquidate the inventory and furnishings. Normal practice was to return everything possible to vendors for refunds and dispose of the remaining items to various liquidators or charities. It turned out that three large cartons of European branded fancy lingerie were evidently unable to be returned as they had a Mexican wholesaler involved and were "too risqué" for our normal outlet buyers. Tony, a subcontractor for this project, said "Your cute wife -- I saw her picture on your desk at your office - might enjoy them." He put one of the cartons in my trunk and the other two that didn't fit, in his truck. He said he would bring the others over next time he was in town. He handed me an order sheet enumerating the contents. As I looked over the list Tony said that they checked the first carton of bra's and panties and the items were gorgeous and sexy with retail price tags of $25 to $80. The paperwork seemed to indicate the second carton help various nightgowns and the third, bustiers, garters, stocking and specialty bras and panties -- all with outrageous retail prices. I smiled as I reviewed the list thinking about how Angie would react when I brought home a lifetime supply of sexy lingerie. I put the carton in the closet in the guest room and decided I would give Angie a gift the following weekend. Friday I took the opened carton and selected the bra and panty outfit she was wearing last evening and placed it on our bed. When Angie went to change for our diner date she found the lingerie. She came down to leave giving me a big kiss and thanking me for the gorgeous bra and panty set. During dinner she expressed her surprise at my willingness to spend so much for exquisite lingerie and I finally came clean and told her the story of the store closing. She had heard of the store and confirmed its reputation for top of the line sexy lingerie in B and C sizes. I told her there was a big carton of bras and panties in various colors, styles and sizes for her and her friends. I continued, telling her expensive lingerie like that is made to be seen so she should undo some buttons. Angie said the bra was so modest half her bust would be exposed before anyone would see the lace on the bra. As I smiled and told her to show me, she realized I was playing with her. But not one to back down from a challenge she undid a blouse button. A beautiful expanse of cleavage came into view. The Bra nicely positioned her very shapely 34C breasts. "Very nice" I commented, "But the bra still isn't visible." Angie looked around then undid the next button commenting that I was getting to be a dirty old man. As she relaxed over dinner she let down her guard and let the front of her blouse pull open further offering me and passersbys some very nice peeks. As we neared the end of diner I told Angie we needed to go home so I could inspect the new lingerie very closely for fit and feel. That bra ended up spending the night on the entryway floor and the matching panties landed on the stairs as Angie was stripped naked on our way to our bed. I might note that naked body is about 120 pounds in a five foot three inch, 36C, 26, 37 inch package with beautiful Swedish skin, soft brown shoulder length hair, and a sexual motor that includes an overdrive gear. That evening Angie and I had about two hours of some of the hottest sex we had had in ages. Angie and I had been married for five years. She was 28 and I was 30. We met in College and married two years after graduation. Angie is a fun loving, sweet, and smart gal with a fun spirit. She was not a virgin when we met. Several guys in her high school got to second and third base and her senior summer she lost her virginity in the back of an SUV -- and then proceeded to make sure it was gone several times a week for the rest of the summer. She had a few semi serious relationships in college and a few escapades -- the requisite one-time experimentation with girl-girl action with a dorm mate, a few one-night stands after assorted parties, and even a drunken dalliance where she thinks she remembers getting fucked by two fraternity brothers after a homecoming keg party. Since then she had contented herself with married life and what I consider a passionate yet fun relationship. Angie has the normal female romantic interests but she also likes hot physical sex. Anyway, after that night Angie proceed to sort through the lingerie carton, picking out several bra and panty outfits for herself and then having several friends and neighbors over to select a set or two. I became quite popular with several men in the neighborhood who thanked me for the sexy lingerie their wives received. About once a week Angie would greet me after dinner in one of her new outfits signaling she was in the mood. But the best memories from the cartons of lingerie came a few weeks later. I got a call from Tony one Friday saying he was coming to town that Saturday to get ready for the Monday property takeover we had subcontracted with him for. He said he wanted to take a look at the property and do some prep work on Sunday. We didn't have any other firm plans so I told him it sounded great and that we would plan to grill some beef then head over for a quick look at the property together on Saturday evening. He mentioned that his summer intern would be with him to learn the business. I mentioned to Angie that a colleague was coming by on Saturday and that we had to inspect a property then I would pick up something to throw on the grill for dinner for all of us. She seemed fine with the plan. I mentioned that the guy was the man who had saved the carton of lingerie for me because he thought she might like it. Angie looked a little surprised until I explained that he had seen her picture on my desk and mentioned how attractive she was. Angie commented, "I take it he doesn't have a wife to give the lingerie to?" "Divorced a year ago as I understand it" I said. Saturday afternoon Tony arrived about 3 in the afternoon. He was dressed in casual shorts and a polo shirt. He was about 40 years old, ex-military and in very good shape, contemporary styled hair, and a nice summer tan. Tony is about 6-2 and I would guess 180 pounds. His intern was about the same height but a little stockier with almost black wavy hair. Both men were charming. I introduced them both to Angie and they were engaging. Tony quickly commenting that she looked even better than her picture. I noted that, "Tony is the one who salvaged the fancy lingerie for you; otherwise it would have gone to the dumpster." "In fact," Tony interjected, "I have the other two cartons in the truck -- I've been hauling them around all week so I wouldn't forget to bring them." Angie blushed and looked surprised as I explained that there were three cartons of lingerie from the story but only one would fit in my car so Tony had been holding two of them for me. Tony quickly joked, "Your husband was anxious to get these delivered so you could model them for us." It takes a lot to make Angie blush but as all three of us stared at her she turned noticeably flushed. Angie recovered quickly joking, "Well when I modeled the other ones all the men sure liked them. What is in the new cartons anyway?" I told her I recalled the shipping invoices showing a large variety of assorted specially lingerie items. Tony said he and Bret would go unload the cartons and Angie could show him where to put them while I got us all beverages. We decided to have a beer or two and then head over to the job site for an hours or so before coming back to grill dinner. Angie had the cartons put in the guest room and they all came to the family room to visit. There seemed to be lots of teasing as Angie recounted giving away dozens of bras and panty outfits and the guys probed with questions about the colors, fit and fabrics. We headed out to visit the job site and teased Angie about getting ready to model some of the new items when we got back in a couple of hours. When we were gone I got a text from Angie, "You won't believe what is in these cartons." When we got back a couple hours later Angie greeted us at the door. She had changed and was wearing a skirt and button up blouse showing a fair amount of cleavage. She told all of us to follow her to the family room to see what was buried in the cartons. I was a little curious as to why Angie would be displaying lingerie in the family room. But it wasn't lingerie. It was four packages of what looked to be a pound or two each of weed. Angie explained that buried in the cartons of sexy lingerie were these four packages -- two in each carton. She was anxious and nervous. She had smoked some dope ten years ago when in school and had occasionally said she would like to try some of the current stronger strains that she heard were common now but neither of us had. We inspected the packages and opened one to confirm our suspicion. We speculated on how they had come to be in the cartons. We thought that they must have been added by the wholesaler in Mexico. We were intrigued as to the role the lingerie shop had played in the distribution. We also decided that I would report to the police on Monday as I wanted no part in having large quantities of dope around. As I prepared burgers to grill we joked about mixing in some dope or perhaps smoking the burgers with some dope. Bret, the intern took a piece of aluminum foil and crafted a pipe and suggested we should at least sample the product before turning it over to the cops. Tony seemed more interested in knowing what else was in the cartons and asked Angie about the lingerie. Angie grinned saying she was wearing one of the bra and panty sets now. I gently pulled her blouse neckline out and peaked down her front in an exaggerated fashion and reported that it looked like a very sexy push up bra. Tony protested that it was not fair and I suggested the Angie should undo a few buttons and give him a peak. She responded, "So you think I should show off my underwear to other men?" I responded, "Why not, when you were a high school cheerleader you used to show your panties to thousands of fans each weekend as you did cheers in those short skirts." "Well if that's how you feel." Angie responded with a tinge of anger as she undid a few blouse buttons revealing more than just a peak of the lacy bra cups. By now Bret had a pipe of dope burning and passed it around. We each took a hit and laughed at the crazy turn of events. Tony had even gone on line on his smart phone to get an estimate at the going price of Mexican dope so we had some idea of what we were dealing with. We visited while the burgers were finishing. Angie helped set out the food between hits on the homemade pipe. By the time we got ready to sit down to eat she was feeling the effects. I called her over and gave her a hug and kiss but used it as a chance to pull up the back of her skirt and turned to ask Tony if the panties matched the bra. Tony, Bret and I laughed hysterically as the sheer panties came into view. Angie squirmed from my grip and straightened out her skirt but was more embarrassed from being tricked than by showing off her panty covered ass. She was chastising us "naughty boys" as we sat to eat. Angie was feeling the effects of the weed. As we finished our meal and cleaned the dishes Bret suggested another pipe of weed before we packed up the bounty for the police the next day. Angie seemed very interested so I told her she needed to model some additional lingerie if she wanted another pipe. Angie turned to me and cautioned, "Be careful what you ask for -- you haven't seen the new lingerie yet." "You're just chicken." I taunted. Ten minutes later Angie returned to the room. The most visible difference was that she had stockings on. Concealed under the same white blouse was darker colored underwear. Angie had also brushed her hair and added a little make up. She looked particularly hot as she confidently flashed us a quick peek of the top of her bra cups then asked for the pipe. For the next fifteen minutes we visited while Bret kept Angie going with the homemade pipe. Angie was enjoying the treat as you could see her mellow. She became uncharacteristically giggly as we visited and showed signs of being stoned - far faster than would have been the case with the dope she used in college. Finally Tony asked, "So can we see the lingerie now." I chimed in, "It's only fair as we kept up our part of the deal." Angie stood and ceremoniously undid her blouse buttons. She revealed not a bra but a very fancy bustier. It was a gorgeous piece of lingerie that beautifully framed he breasts and had sheer black lace panels with satin boning on the midrif. The cups were thin enough to show the bulge of her nipples but opaque revealing less than many swim suits. Bret protested saying we couldn't even see the whole bustier. I called Angie over and gently ran my fingers over the delicate fabric. I asked her if she was ok. She said, "Better than ok, but weed makes me very horny." I smiled then turned to Bret and said, "One more pipe please." Angie smiled and kissed me passionately and whispered "No regrets in the morning." "None," I said as I openly fondled her ass with my hands as we kissed. Bret handed her the lit pipe and Angie took a deep hit while Tony said he would sure like to see the rest of the lingerie. Angie responded, "If you want to see more lingerie then I need to see some underwear too." Uncharacteristically, Angie winked at Tony before she turned and walked over to the bar. Her walk was intoxicating, as her ass swayed back and forth with each step. She leaned over the front of the bar to get a beer, standing on her tiptoes and giving Tony and Bret and I a great view of her legs. At this point she had to know the view we were getting. We could see her right hand disappear under her skirt and her arm starting to move quickly before her head fell backward, with hair draped halfway down her back. Tony looked over at me. "I can't take this anymore, man. I can't." With that, he stood up and walked over to the bar. He stood behind Angie, who pulled her hand out and held the countertop. Tony placed his hands on her waist, which startled her a little bit because I could see her flinch. Nevertheless, she still went about her business as Tony moved his hands from her waist to around her flat stomach. She turned her head slightly and flashed a quick glance and grin, before going back about her business. He moved his hands up and cupped her breasts through her bra, massaging her nipples through the lace. Tony now had his body pressed against hers, forcing her against the bar. I could see from my seat that he was grinding against her ass and was starting to kiss her neck firmly but gently. I couldn't tell if Angie was getting into this or not, as she never turned her attention to either of us, but Tony was clearly ready to push the envelope. While still groping one of her tits with his left hand, he grabbed the waistband of his trousers and boxer shorts and yanked down, exposing his rigid 7-inch cock. He put his right hand up to his mouth and spit into it, ready to lube up his stiff dick. Tony looked over at me while he started to jerk himself off and smiled. Next thing I knew, he had his hands on the zipper of Angie's skirt and was zipping it down. Let's see that lingerie he said as he pulled down the skirt revealing the garter straps and tiny matching panty. Pulling the panty crotch to the side he pushed is cock toward Angie's pussy. Angie let out a soft "oooohhhhhh" as Tony pushed himself inside her. Tony leaned over and whispered in Angie's ear, "Do you like that Angie? Do you like my big dick in your pussy?" I could see her nod as their bodies moved in sync with each movement, Tony repeatedly plunging his manhood in and out of her. Angie bit her lower lip as she peered over her shoulder at Tony, who was gripping her waist with both hands as he thrust deeper and deeper inside her wet pussy. "This feels so good, baby. You're so fucking tight, it feels good," was all Tony could get out, his concentration fully on holding out as long as possible. Angie had her hands on the top of the bar as she braced herself while Tony rammed her from behind. Tony grabbed a handful of her hair with his left hand while the palm of his right hand lay on the small of Angie's arched back. After another minute, Tony finally reached his end. "Shit baby, I'm gonna blow my load right in that tight pussy of yours!!" With that, each muscle in Angie's shapely legs tensed up, and Tony pushed in one last time and let out a yell as he emptied his load in her cunt. Tony, beads of sweat forming on his brow, looked over at me as he pulled his dick out. "Shit, that was un-fucking-believable! I really couldn't believe what had just happened, but it did. I saw a little semen start to run down the inside of Angie's thigh, and it turned me on like nothing else. Here was my hot wife with Tony's cum seeping out of her wet pussy. She turned to face us, her face flush and hair all over the place, and she still looked incredibly sexy. I was still sitting on the sofa, so I motioned for Angie to come over to me. She walked from the bar over to where I was sitting and stood in front of me, her hands crossed in front of her. I ran my hand up the outside of her stocking clad leg, starting at her ankle, up her calf and finishing at her tanned thigh. I leaned back on the sofa and looked up at her, "Angie, take off your bustier for us." Angie smiled and grabbed the bustier cup and pulled. The Velcro removable cup peeled away finally exposing a full 34C breasts. "I told you this was special lingerie she said as she grabbed the second cup and removed it too. Her breasts were firm and round, allowing for a perfect amount cleavage despite the fact that she wasn't aided by bra cups any more. I reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her to me and since she was still wearing her heels, she almost fell right into my lap. She grabbed onto my shoulders to prevent her from falling, and in front of me were her plump breasts and nipples, which begged to be touched. I put my hands around her waist and leaned forward, taking one of her breasts in my mouth. Her nipples stood at attention as I alternated between tracing a circle around them with my tongue and gently nibbling on them. As she started to moan, I pulled away. "I can't tell you how long I've wanted this. Give me a blowjob, Angie. I want to be in your mouth." Stoned then Stuffed Angie got down to her knees and grabbed my shorts. I lifted my ass up off the sofa and she pulled them down to my ankles. My dick was standing at attention and the anticipation was incredible as she lowered her glossy, pink lips down to my cock. She took my engorged member softly in her hand and licked from my balls to the head of my dick, before taking it in her mouth. As her thick, wet lips engulfed my shaft, I grabbed a handful of her hair to control the rhythm as she took more of me in her mouth each time. While her head was buried in my lap, she traced her fingernails down my chest and stomach before coming to a stop at my thighs, where she rested her hands as I thrust my hips to match the bobbing motion of her head. Her pace was getting quicker as I rammed my cock deeper into the warmth of her mouth. I didn't know how long I would last, so I pulled out of her mouth before I blew my wad. I stood up while she was still on her knees and looked down at her. The sense of power and control was amazing and I could definitely feel the heat of the moment come rushing over me. "What do you want Angie? How do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to fuck that tight pussy of yours?" She nodded, but I wasn't satisfied. "I couldn't hear you, Angie. You have to tell me what you want." She finally answered, "Yeah, I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me hard and long." With that, I pulled her to her feet, only to push her down on the sofa. She lay there looking at me, exposing the lips of her pussy. Her legs were spread, one heel on the floor and the other draped over the back of the sofa. I noticed Tony staring at this bronzed beauty that was lying there in front of us and he started to get hard again. I looked her up and down, from her slender legs to her tiny waist to those beautifully titties. I got on the sofa and hovered over her before taking a hold of my meat and guiding it to the edge of her glistening pussy lips. As I penetrated her slit, she moaned and arched her back, the outline of her ribs slightly visible and her stomach as flat as a board. I started to move in and out slowly at first, then with more force. Eventually every inch of my cock was inside her and I could feel her labia lips contract around my shaft. While I was fucking Angie, I noticed that she had taken Bret in her mouth, jerking him off. I could feel myself start to climax as she locked her legs around my waist and had an orgasm, letting out little yelps despite Bret having his shaft stuffing her throat. "Oh shit, Angie, I'm gonna cum. Damn, I'm gonna cum all over that hot body of yours, baby!" As the words left my mouth, I pulled my dick out. I grabbed it and finished the job, shooting wave after wave of my load all over her stomach and cleavage, but she didn't really notice. She was still working on Bret and he was ready to blow his load after he saw that. Bret clutched the arm of the sofa and lost it, spewing white goo all over Angie's lips, chin and tits. The three of us were spent. I went over and got Angie some towels from the bar so she could clean herself up. She sat up, took the towel and said, "I'm not done guys." Tony guided Angie next to a desk, turning her and lifting her onto it. He grabbed her left leg and slid his hands down her gossamer stocking and pulled off her shoe. He bent and kissed her foot Angie giggled as he tickled her toes then he wrapped her legs around his waist. Her silken legs rubbed his flanks slowly, her left foot without its shoe, pointed toes stretching out with the pleasure he was giving her. Tony kissed her on the mouth and fondled her stocking tops. The colored stockings matched her bustier and panties and stood out in stark contrast to Tony's tanned skin. Angie still wore her dark charcoal panties and the bustier and garter straps that clung to her stockings. Both of her hands were flat against the desk, her head thrown back to expose her neck as Tony kissed and licked her. His hands fondled her; the right hand pinched her left tit while the left hand cupped her right breast. I watched as Tony slowly worked his kisses and tongue down her neck and to her breasts. He started to kneel slowly taking the kisses still lower. On his knees now he reached up and pulled until her soaked panties came sliding over her legs. Once the panties where clear of her feet he took the left one in his hand and started kissing her toes again, then her ankle, working his way back up her leg until his face was pressed firmly into her muff. Her legs wrapped around his head and her hand grabbed his dark curls. She squealed at his actions and looked like she was going to explode. Tony's face was deep in my wife's crotch but it was plain to see what he was doing. It was also obvious that Angie loved every moment of it. She was almost ready to climax. Presently he stood up and yanked her off the desk. There was no question that she would do anything he wanted. Tony slapped my wife on the ass and she jumped. "Get on the sofa." Angie climbed on the sofa and she fell to her hands and knees looking back. Angie kept her knees touching the sofa, but her lower legs angled up and her toes pointed back, feet close together. Tony moved his penis to perch softly onto the soles of her feet and she rubbed his shaft with silky smooth skin. His penis was nice. It was a little longer than mine and the width bested me slightly. It was as hard and straight as a steel lance, no sagging even in this second round. Angie's feet moved all around his dick and it was as firm as steel. She playfully toed and poked his shaft with her shiny, silken soles. Tony signaled that he had enough of her foot job by gripping Angie's hips and sliding his penis right into her vagina with one quick motion. Her back arched and her toes curled. Angie let out a startled "Oooh!" and clenched the sheets. She looked back over her shoulder, a lock of hair drooped down in front of her left eye. "Easy there, Tiger. I - OOOH!" He shut her up by pulling almost all the way out and thrusting into her again. He repeated this action again and got her to squeak a third time. Tony slid in and out of her much slower now. Burying himself all the way to his pubic hair and pulling out all the way to the tip of his shaft. "Oh my God you are big!" cooed my wife. Once his penis was fully lubricated in her juices he pulled out and angled up a bit. The bulbous tip of his head spread her ass hole apart and he slid in deep. The penetration of her ass caused her to squeal. She griped the cushions tightly and her back arched even more. Tony started to thrust himself into her with steady rhythm. Each penetration was punctuated with a slap of his loins into her ass. My wife struggled to stay on the sofa. His powerful thrusts shook her body and her breasts bounced in all directions. Watching my wife getting fucked had aroused me and started to pleasure myself while I watched. Here was Tony, who had only casually meet my wife a few hours earlier now he was drilling her in the ass like it was her favorite pleasure! After a few minutes of deep anal penetration Tony pulled out of her ass and glided back into her vagina. Again he worked with a slow rhythm at first then speed. Angie looked back over her shoulder her eyelashes flashing at him as she coaxed him on. "Yes, baby! More! More! Ooooh!" her squeal coaxed a faster pace from Tony. After a minute of this Tony gripped her left ankle with his right hand then grabbed the right side of her hips with his left hand. In one motion he spun her in place so that she was on her back. Her arms flopped above her head and her chest heaved her breasts up and down with each breath. He now gripped each ankle with his hands and held her legs apart, lifting her half off the sofa to meet his penis. By simply pulling her legs further apart her pelvis slid toward him and he entered her pussy. Holding her by the ankles he thrust into her over and over. Angie squealed and moaned. Her arms flailed about and her curls came undone draping her face in a mess of hair. Her other shoe flopped off from Tony's constant penetrations and Angie's feet flapped around in his grip. Again Tony slowed his pace allowing Angie to catch her breath and steady herself. He kissed her feet as he stood there then ran his hands up and down her silken legs while he slowly pumped his manhood into her love hole. Tony guided her legs around his waist, then slid his large hands along the silky fabric until they ran past her hips and gripped her lower back. With a single heave he curled her off the bed and into an upright position on his cock. My wife squealed as Tony effortlessly manhandled her in place. Her breasts slapped against his bare chest and her arms wrapped around his neck. He repositioned his hands under her ass and then, standing up, pumped her up and down with his arms. The sheer display of brute strength as Tony pumped Angie up and down was astounding. "Oh my GOD!" Angie cried, clearly impressed and further turned on. Now that they were face to face my wife leaned in and kissed Tony passionately, her hands gripping the hair on the back of his head. Tony drove his tongue deep into her mouth and pitched forward onto the bed. My wife squealed yet again at the sensation of falling backwards but her yelp was muffled by Tony's tongue that was dug deep into her mouth. They rebounded from their landing and Tony used the momentum to shift positions. My wife gasped for breath as Tony untangled her arms from his neck and then pinned her to the sofa. His hands gripped her slender wrists and pressed them into the sofa. His thrusts became faster and faster and my wife writhed underneath him. He tempered his speed thrusting in favor of slower deliberate thrusts that maximized the length of his penis. The entire bed rocked with his movements and my wife squirmed and moaned as he penetrated her. Her legs wrapped around his flanks crossed at the ankles. Her feet pointed with the strain of holding on to him. Tony let go of her right arm and groped her breast. The nipples of her tits were hard and he worked her right one with his fingers. He bent over and enveloped her left breast with his mouth his tongue lashing at her nipple. My wife's free hand gripped Tony's hair, pressing him into her chest. The whole time Tony kept up his pace. Tony was still going. With a deft maneuver he rolled to his back swinging her up on top of him. Angie adjusted by bringing her knees up and once they had settled she started moving up and down on his shaft, her breasts bobbing and her hair bouncing. Tony lie there as Angie rode him like a stallion. Her left hand reached down to rub her clit and she swung her right arm in circles, helping her bounce on his shaft. She cried out and squealed obviously enjoying her time on top. Tony let it go on for a little longer and then sat up pushing Angie off him. He got of the sofa and then faced her. She had got on her knees at the edge of the sofa, eagerly waiting what he was going to do next. Tony reached up and grabbed Angie by the hair and brought her head down toward his shaft. Once his intent was clear Angie eagerly covered his penis with her mouth. I couldn't believe it as I watched my wife take every inch of Tony's cock. Her eyes bulged and she stifled a gag but she was sucking like a champ. Her giant blue eyes looked up at Tony as she bobbed her head over his penis. Her tongue worked the underside of Tony's shaft and she hummed like a housewife. Tony blew his load into her mouth. She tried to swallow but the creamy fluid squirted out of the corners of her mouth. For a moment I thought the milky cum was going to shoot out of her nose. After catching her breath and wiping up a little Angie approached Bret. "What else does a 22-year-old fantasized about doing with me . . .," she murmured, looking deep into my eyes, "do it now. All of it." She knelt and ever-so-deliberately ran her fingertips the length of Bret's now rejuvenated rock-hard penis, then took it in her mouth. "God, yes, baby, do it," he said. She turned back, and, leaning forward, swirled her tongue around the head of Bret's cock. She bent farther forward, and it slid between her lips. She began to move her mouth up and down on him, as her other hand caressed his balls. When he was close she backed off and pushed Bret to the floor. She positioned herself, and lowered herself slowly down onto him. She paused every couple of inches. He had his hands on her hips, and they were staring into each other's eyes. When he was all the way in, she leaned forward and kissed him tenderly. Then she began to ride him. It was the most erotic sight I'd ever seen: my wife, sighing and moaning as she bounced up and down on another man's thick cock, her breasts jiggling with each stroke. Bret lifted Angie off him and rolled her onto her stomach. She grabbed her knees and pulled them back toward her chest. Down below, she was all slick. Bret positioned his cock on her anus. Had no trouble penetrating her. He fucked her fast and hard, slapping against her, as she threw her hips up to meet him. "I'm getting close, baby," he panted, "I'm gonna come soon." "Oh yeah, now, come now," Angie said. "Come inside me. Fill me up!" "Oh god, yes, now!" Bret yelled, and with a series of stiff thrusts, he shot his load into her. As he did, Angie came again with a scream. Slowly he collapsed onto her. Angie squirmed out from under Bret. She looked at me and smiled. "I told you weed makes me horny." she said. After several days the news broke that the cops had recovered nearly ten pounds of top quality weed and it had led to a major smuggling ring. Angie had already made several hundred dollars selling sexy lingerie items on the web and Tony and Bret had completed their work and headed home with some very pleasant memories. Angie and I had talked over the experience and chalked it up as a once in a lifetime experience -- or at least no more than once a year.