83 comments/ 1012591 views/ 590 favorites The Seduction of My Wife By: The_Dolphin Jessie, my 28 year old wife, enters our bedroom from the en suite, wearing only a skimpy pair of panties. She has just finished her shower. Her full, firm breasts jiggle and sway as she dries her long, black hair with a towel. She sits down in front of the dressing table and starts to brush her hair. I look at her image in the mirror. I have never been able to resist the sight of those perfect tits! Like a moth drawn to a flame, I sneak up behind her. I lean over, kissing her lightly in the nape of the neck while cupping her breasts in my hands. "Down, Boy!" she says as she pushes me away. "No time for hanky panky! You'd better get dressed. Jason will be here any minute." Jason is a good friend of ours. He is a medical doctor by profession. His wife, Melanie, is visiting her mother for the weekend. Jason had to stay because he is on standby. We invited him over for supper. "Well, he'll just have to wait!" I reply. "I can never allow such a great opportunity to pass me by!" With that I give her nipple a gentle tweak. As always, it responds immediately. "No chance, Loverboy! Feel free to try me again later. But for now we'd better get dressed." she says firmly. She starts to put on her bra. "Is that really necessary?" I ask, pointing at the bra. "You want me to prance around in front of Jason without a bra..?" she asks with a quizzical look on her face. "Hey, it's only Jason! He's a doctor, remember? I'm sure he has seen more boobs than any man I know, the lucky dog! He probably won't even notice. And if he does, I certainly don't mind him seeing what he can't have." I reply. "It's not like I'm asking you to seduce him or anything..." "Are you saying that it's OK for me to flirt with him?" she enquires. "Sure! Flirt all you want! As long as it doesn't go beyond that. I would like to see his reaction. Come on! Be a tiger! Tease him a little!" I encourage her. "I can't believe I'm hearing this!" she says and drops the bra on the dressing table. She puts on her blouse and looks at herself in the mirror. "No ways! This blouse is totally see-through! I don't think this is such a good idea." "It's only because you know you're not wearing a bra. It's all in the mind!" I reply, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her huge dark nipples are clearly visible through the thin fabric. "Well, OK then, but remember I'm only doing this because you insist." she replies. She puts on her short, sexy black mini skirt. Then the doorbell rings. "Shit! That must be Jason. Please go and invite him in while I finish up here." she orders. I undo the top button of her blouse, kiss her on the cheek and then go downstairs wondering whether she'll have the nerve to come down without the bra. I open the front door, invite Jason in and pour drinks. We sit down in the lounge and start chatting away. Then Jessie comes down the stairs, pretty as a picture. Her firm breasts bouncing with every step she takes. One has to be blind not to notice the fact that she is not wearing a bra. Those huge dark nipples are clearly visible! She left the top button of her blouse undone. Her long legs look divine as they protrude from under the short skirt. I look at Jason. He looks like he has just swallowed a whole potato! He obviously likes what he sees! "Hi, Jason. Feeling lonely with Melanie so far away?" She leans over the coffee table to pick up her drink, giving Jason a good eyeful of cleavage in the process. He just stares at those two firm orbs straining against the buttons of her blouse. She sits down beside me on the couch. We start chatting and I get up every now and again to get more drinks, while Jessie serves some snacks. I notice that every time she offers Jason something to eat, she leans forward somewhat more than is necessary. Jason is loving the attention and now stares unabashed at her chest. Jessie curls up next to me on the couch, while Jason and I talk golf. She doesn't take part in the conversation, but I do notice that she crosses her legs very seductively every now and again. Jason, who is sitting directly across the room from us, has a hard time looking me in the eye while he talks to me. The Jessie announced that dinner is ready and we sit down to enjoy the meal. After dinner, we move back to the lounge and have a few more drinks while we chat. I am very curious to see how far Jess will go with her little game and decide to create an opportunity. I excuse myself, claiming that I'm tired and have to get up early in the morning. I ask Jessie to keep Jason company for the rest of the night. She gives me a slightly puzzled look, but does not object. I say my goodnights and head up the stairs to the bedroom. There I undress and put on a pair of boxer shorts and a T-shirt – my regular sleeping gear. I switch of all the lights on the second floor and lie down on the bed for a while. Eventually, curiosity gets the better of me and I sneak to the top of the staircase. There, from behind the potted palm tree I have a perfect view of the activities in the lounge. Jason returns from the bar with two drinks. He offers one to Jess and sits down on the couch next to her. She kicks off her shoes and pulls her legs up onto the couch. They chat and chuckle and I can see that both are getting very affected by the liquor. Jason would lean over and whisper something in her ear. She, in turn, would giggle and slap him on the thigh. Eventually Jason has his arm around her on the back of the couch, slightly stroking the back of her shoulder. He leans over and whispers something in her ear again. I cannot hear what he says, but she replies with "Ooh, you naughty boy!" and crosses her arms over her boobs. It can only have something to do with the fact that she's not wearing a bra. He pulls the side of her blouse away to expose her bare shoulder. He gets a triumphant smirk on his face when he sees no bra strap. Is the man blind?! I can see her nipples through her blouse from where I am standing! Self-conscious, Jessie pulls her blouse back over her shoulder. He leaves his arm around her, his hand dangling dangerously close to her breast. Then he strokes her neck ever so lightly as he chats her up. His sneaks another peek down her cleavage and notices her gold pendant hanging in the valley of those perfect breasts. He plays with the pendant and lets his fingers 'accidentally' brush the tops of her breasts. She either does not notice or doesn't mind. They chat some more and his fingers moves from the pendant to the top button of her blouse. He fiddles with it. She suddenly realizes that he is trying to undo the button. She slaps him playfully on the hand with a "Naughty boy!" and tries to remove his hand. He won't let go and they start wrestling playfully. He whispers something in her ear. "OK, if you insist. But only ONE!" I hear her say, while waving her index finger under his nose. She then leans back on the couch and allow him to undo the top button of her blouse. He immediately proceeds with the next button. She grabs his hand. "I said only ONE!" she says sternly. She tries to remove his hand, but he won't let go. In the ensuing struggle a few more buttons become undone and by the time she manages to get his hand away, her blouse is unbuttoned to just above her navel! "Please fetch me another drink. After all this I really need one!" she says. He gets up to get two more drinks and she covers her breast with the blouse, not bothering to do up the buttons. She gets up and heads up the staircase. I make a quick bee-line for the bed. She walks up to the bed and satisfied that I'm fast asleep, she walks into the bathroom. Soon I hear the sound of a strong stream of piss hitting the water of the loo. Then she flushes and heads back to the lounge. I rush back to my position behind the palm. She sits down next to him and he hands her her drink. He puts his arm around her and his hand casually slips into her blouse and he cups her bare breast. She is taken by surprise and puts her drink down. She then tries to pry his hand from her breast, but he won't let go. She gets up in an effort to get away, but he pulls her towards him. She loses her balance and falls on top of him, straddling him. She remains in that position, holding together her blouse in an effort to cover up her boobs. Her skirt had ridden up to her waist. What on earth...? Can it be..? She's not wearing any panties! I can clearly see her naked bottom! He puts his arms around her and places his hands on her naked behind. He whispers something in her ear again. She stiffens and says: "Of course I am!" "You're not wearing any!" he replied. "I am!" she says. "Well, prove it then!" he dares her. I'm a bit puzzled at what it is all about, but then she gets up and lifts her skirt. She makes a quick twirl in front of him. She's wearing a thong! "Well, whaddaya know!!! Let's have another peek at that!" he shrieked. "Dream on, mate!" she says and pulls away from him. He puts his hands under her skirt and tries to pull down her thong. She hangs on for dear life, but with both hands holding his, she can do nothing about her breasts popping out from under her unbuttoned blouse. Jason looks up and sees the two perfect orbs dangling in front of his face. He can't believe his luck! Without further ado his mouth closes around her right nipple. I can hear the sharp intake of her breath. For a few moments she lets him have her way with her boob. He undoes the rest of her buttons and still she does not object. He pushes the blouse back over her shoulders and she lets it slip to the floor. God! Is she really going to let him screw her?! I can't believe what I'm seeing! The strangest thing is the fact that I'm actually getting turned on by all this! I've developed a massive hard-on while watching another guy suck my wife's tits! I free my hard cock from the constraints of the boxer shorts and start to stroke it slowly, while watching the proceedings below. He slides his hand under her skirt again and cups her plump pussy through the thin, almost non-existent fabric of the thong. This seems to knock some sense into her. With a firm "NO!" she pushes him away and bends down to pick up her blouse. But touching her pussy has obviously awakened the animal in him! He grabs her around the waist and in the ensuing struggle, she stumbles and falls on the carpet. He falls on top her, lying with his legs between hers. He pins her arms above her head with his hands and lowers his mouth over her left tit. "Please... Don't...!" she pleads. But her pleas fall on deaf ears. He sucks on her nipples, not letting go of her arms. This is beginning to get out of hand! I am going to beat the shit out of this son-of-a-bitch if he forces her to do anything against her will! Then he lifts his head. Pinning her arms down with one hand, he uses his other hand to undo his pants. He pushes his pants and his underpants down and lies down on top of her. His hips start a rocking motion as he humps her pussy through the thong. He continues to dry fuck her, while sucking her tits. "Stop it! Please! I'm going to scream!", she threatens. "Be my guest!", he challenges her. "You're bluffing and you know it!" Then his hand disappears between her legs. He is trying to pull the thong away from her pussy, while she squirms underneath him. It seems as if he succeeded in his objective, because he now takes hold of his hard cock and is trying to guide it into her pussy. Ok! Enough! Now I'm going to kick some ass! As I prepare to intervene, she grabs hold of his cock in and effort to keep him from penetrating her. "Please don't put it in me! I'll give you a hand job. Let's not do anything that we'll both regret tomorrow!" she pleads. At that she starts to stroke his dick. This seems to calm him down. He gets up and sits down on the couch, his massive dick towering into the air. He pulls her to her feet and puts his hands on her waist. He unzips her skirt and lets it drop to the floor. She does not object and steps out of it. Then he puts his fingers under the waist band of her thong in an effort to take it off. "Please... I would like to keep it on." she says. He leaves it at that and takes off his shirt. He pulls her down next to him. She kneels on the couch next to him and her fingers fold around his massive shaft. She strokes him for a while while he lies back, grinning like a Cheshire cat! She fondles his huge balls with her other hand. I can see that she'll be OK. She's in control. Then he pulls her head down in an effort to persuade her to give him a blowjob. She pulls her head away. Her tits are hanging like two giant water drops in front of him. He reaches out and gently tugs on her nipples while she wanks him. I know that that must turn her on. It drives her nuts when I do that to her! I feel that tingling in the front of my shorts again. My hard-on has returned! I start to stroke it again. He reaches around her to try and get to her pussy. She moves her butt slightly sideways to give him better access. He strokes her pussy through her thong while she feverishly pumps his dick. He slips his finger under her thong and I can see it disappear into her sopping wet hole. He finger fucks her and I can see by her open mouth and rocking hips that she's loving it! Then he pushes her off him. He gets up and pulls her to her feet. He places his fingers inside the waist band of her thong and pushes it down over her hips. This time she does not object. She steps out of it and he pulls her down next to him on the carpet. He rolls her onto her back and get on top of her in the 69 position – his head over her naked crotch and his huge pole dangling over her face. He parts her legs and starts to eat her pussy. She raises her knees and I know she is enjoying it. Her eyes are closed and her head rolls from side to side as he sticks his tongue all the way up her cunt. His dick pokes her in the face and she opens her eyes. She sees this massive cock hovering over her face and instinctively closes her mouth around its head. He gasps and then proceeds to fuck her mouth with long, slow strokes while returning his attentions to her pussy. Her hands fold around his naked buttocks and her hips begin to buck, I realize that she's about to come. Then she explodes into a mighty orgasm, her body shuddering uncontrollably. He rolls off her and give her time to recover, holding her in his arms. Then he gets on top of her, his legs between hers. He leans forward and starts to push. "No! Wait! Don't put it in me! I'll rather blow you!", she pleads. But Jason has other ideas. He is humping at her wet pussy, trying to penetrate her, while she is squirming like mad in an effort to prevent him from doing so. "Please stop! We can't do this! What about Greg..? I could never do this to him..." But Jason is on a mission! He raises her knees and pushes forward. The head of his dick finds her slick slit and lodges against the opening of her vagina. He lunges forward with his hips and his massive shaft glides all the way into the soft wet folds of her cunt. He lies on top of her with his cock buried to the hilt in her cunt. She stops struggling. All her resistance disappears like mist before the sun. She raises her knees and folds her legs around his waist, putting her arms around his back. Her lips search for his and she kisses him passionately. Then he starts to fuck her. I can see his huge dick disappear all the way into her sopping wet cunt, only to reappear almost immediately, wet and glistening in the soft light of the lounge! Her hips begin to rock in time with his, her nails biting into the flesh of his back. He fucks her passionately, while her hips eagerly meet his every thrust. Then he rolls off her. She gives him a puzzled, almost disappointed look. He rolls her over and makes her stand on hands and knees. He positions himself behind her and effortlessly slides his huge dick into her slick love channel. She throws her head back, her mouth open. She is totally engulfed in the pleasure of the moment. He leans forward and his one hand disappears between her legs, stroking her clit, while the other fondles her swaying tits. He fucks her hard from behind, his balls slapping against her clit with every stroke. I can see that she is on the verge of another orgasm. She begins to buck again and with a load groan she collapses on the carpet, her body shuddering in the throes of her second orgasm! She lies in a heap on the floor while he gets up and flops himself down on the couch. She looks at him, not saying a word. Then she gets up and walks towards him. She straddles him and lowers herself onto his lap as she guides his hard cock into her sopping wet cunt. She lets him slide all the way into her cunt until she can feel his balls pressing against her ass. Then she starts to ride him! It is an absolutely awesome site to see that huge cock pistoning in and out of my beautiful wife's cunt. She is in control and is loving every moment of it! Then it becomes too much for him. He grabs her by the hips and rams his dick all the way up her cunt. His hips begin to jerk rhythmically as he shoots stream after stream of hot, pearly white cum up her cunt, totally emptying his balls inside her. At this stage I am also beyond the point of no return. I'm going to come! I pump my cock furiously and shoot load after load of hot cum into the potted palm. I look down at them. She leans forward and lies with her head on his shoulder, his softening dick still buried in her pussy. Then she lifts her ass and lets his soft, wet dick slip out of her. She gets up and they both get dressed in silence. She walks him to the door and kisses him on the cheek. He leaves without a word. I rush back to bed as she heads for the stairs. She enters the bathroom and takes a shower. Then she gets into bed. She snuggles up behind my back and holds me very tight. She thinks I'm asleep, but I know that neither of us is going to sleep for quite a while! I can't help wondering how we would react the next time we find ourselves in Jason's company... The Seduction of My Wife I looked across the room where Rob was dancing with my wife Susan. Dancing was probably not the correct word. It was more like a standing dry fuck; their bodies were grinding together while his hands cupped the cheeks of her ass. They were enjoying a passionate full tongued kiss as they swayed to the soft music. I was sitting across the room in the corner of the sofa, with Rob's wife Vicki laying stretched out in front of me; her head on my lap. Her blouse was open and I was working my hand inside her half-bra fondling her tits. Her legs were spread and the hem of her skirt was just below her panty line. We were both hot and ready but were waiting for the other two to make the first move. The situation facing us was that my wife Susan had not yet consented to exploring the swinging life. She realized that we others wanted it, and while being very attracted to Rob she just had not been able to take the final step and give herself up to him. We had been in this exact situation several times previously and she had bailed out each time. Vicki, who could not see them, whispered to me, "what is he doing, has he got her panties off yet, God Jim I am so fucking horny." We were in Maui where we had rented a two bedroom condo right on the beach. We had been good friends with Rob and Vicki for several years. They were a much more adventurous couple than we and I yearned to join them in their quest for swinging partners. They had shared each other with other people, and both of them were very interested in Susan and I. Unknown to Susan, Rob and I had fucked Vicki together on three occasions, and I wanted more of her. It had been their plan to get me involved first in case it was I that was preventing Susan from joining in. Rob had invited me to come for a drink at his home after golf one day. Vicki was prancing around in a bikini covered by a sheer short gown. She teased me for an hour or so and I was very aroused by the time that Rob excused himself to get something at the corner store. Within minutes Vickie was naked and on my lap facing me; her gown and bikini on the floor. She alternated tongue filled kisses with her nipples to my mouth; as my hand held her entire cunt, rubbing it and seeking her wet slit with my fingers. We fucked on the living room rug. Rob returned just after we finished and claimed the right for a wet deck with his wife. I sat on the couch and watched him strip and mount her on the floor right in front of me. God I was excited. Despite my desire to engage in a swinger type relationship I was not real certain about how I would react if I watched Susan fucking another guy. But it certainly aroused me to see Rob playing with her and to watch her excitement build. We had come to Maui together to see if the relaxed soft lifestyle might relax Susan and bring success. It was said that frigid women became aroused in Maui, and normal women turn wild and horny. We were hoping for a positive effect on Susan and I was wondering what effect it might have on Vicki who was already looking for it most of her day. This was the night I hoped to find out. My fingers worked the edge of Vicki's panties pulling them aside to expose her wet swollen lips. Ah God, is there any other feeling approaching the first look and touch of a pussy ready for you personally? I ran my finger along the middle of the slit. Vicki arched her back upwards as if trying to grab my finger with her cunt lips. I slipped one finger into her and felt her close her lips on it. She was ready for anything at this point, and so was I. I looked over as Rob slowly lifted Susan's skirt up to her hips exposing her lace mini panties. He was standing behind her; her face turned for his kiss as he slipped a hand inside her panties. I held my breath as I watched his fingers moving beneath the material; her legs spreading to allow him room to get at her slit. His full hand was holding her mound and his fingers slipped between her legs and I heard her groan with pleasure and she began to move her hips back and forth as she felt his fingers part her cunt lips. I pulled a nice tit out of Vicki's bra while I slid the other hand into her panties for a better feel of her hot cunt. Vicki raised her head with her tongue extended looking for my mouth and plunged it in for me to suck. She said, "now , now, fuck me". I was in a quandary of sorts, horny as hell to fuck Vicki but wondering if Susan was going to give it up for Rob; I just could not take my eyes off of the two of them. Rob had Susan's panties down on the floor and was kneeling in front of her and had buried his head between her legs. Susan's back was against the wall, her bra straps were loose and she was holding her tits in her hands with her head thrown back and her eyes closed. I was thinking "don't lose it now Rob, you are almost home." Once Susan had a tongue in her slit she had always wanted a cock soon afterwards. Rob lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and we could hear the sound of his tongue lapping at her cunt. It was as if time stood still and the only sound was that of Susan having her pussy eaten. I knew success was near. I stood up and dropped my pants and shorts and turned Vicki around on the couch with her feet on the floor. I pulled her panties off as she ripped off her blouse and bra, and she was totally naked within about 60 seconds. I was so damn hard, my cock looked like it had ribs in it and the knob was a throbbing purple. I looked down to see the open red gash of her cunt and my mouth watered with wanting to taste it but the desperation to sink my cock in her was even greater. I hunched down a bit, worked the knob around her slit until I located the hole and just rammed it in. Vicki's knees rose up and clamped on my extended arms and levered her hips upward to take all of me in her. I began to fuck Vicki and could only throw an occasional glance over to where Rob's boomerang was finally entering Susan's cunt from behind. He had turned her to face a mirror mounted on the wall. He held her hips and he was screwing her mercilessly. She was leaning against the mirror pushing back with her hands and her tits were bouncing off the mirror with each thrust of his cock. She was crying out with each slap of his belly on her ass. Rob is a big guy at about 6'4" or so and he made Susan look like a little toy as he pounded her pussy from behind, his big cock snaking in and out of her as she pushed back at him. His hands moved up and grabbed her tits as he straightened her out and began to cum. I gasped out to Vicki as we drove for our own release; "he's fucking her Vicki, almost has her off!" Vicki did not care; as I looked down at her desperate eyes she thrust her hips up at me and tightened her pussy around me. We thrashed and jerked to a conclusion and I collapsed down on her, my upper body laying on her. My face was in her tits as I began to recover. I pushed up and we smiled at each other as we enjoyed the last few aching strokes as I began to soften. We looked across the room just as Rob was leading Susan by the hand into his bedroom. Susan looked like she was in a trance of some sort; meekly following Rob; her skirt still partly hitched to her hips; her ass bare and tits hanging out under her unstrapped bra. Whatever Rob had to offer she was going have more. Vicki and I kissed passionately; I rubbed my face in her tits as my cock slipped out of her cunt. She whispered, "Let's go watch a bit". We finished stripping and stood in the doorway to their bedroom. Vicki nestled back into my lap with her hands behind my butt pulling me tight to her. Rob finished undressing Susan by the side of the bed and removed his shirt. Their eyes were only for each other and they came together in a crushing embrace with open mouths and searching tongues. Susan's tits were mashed against Rob's massive chest and her arms around his neck. His hands held her ass cheeks, massaging and squeezing them in obvious desperation to fuck her again. He pushed her to a sitting position on the side of the bed and then pulled her head towards his semi hard cock. He whispered "stiffen it up for me baby, use your mouth and tongue to get me up for your pussy again." I watched my wife use her hand to direct it to her mouth and then close her lips around the knob. Vicki's hand had found my cock and was working to perform the same miracle on me. It did not take long for Rob's shaft to begin bending upward instead of downward and he pushed about half of it into Susan's mouth. But it was more pussy he wanted and soon he pulled his cock slowly from her lips and motioned for her to get on the pillow. Vicki and I stood there long enough to see him mount her; his cock rubbing along her belly as it slid downwards; parting the lips easily and then slowly disappearing up her cunt. She moaned loudly, "oh my God I can feel it all the way." Her legs rose up over his back then settled down to clamp her heels on the back of his thighs, as if trying to contain his driving hips which started thrusting like a jackhammer between her legs. Vicki turned and pulled me away and we hustled across the room to our bedroom. There was no rush as we knew we had all the time we needed to do it right. Vicki was very attentive as our bodies mingled and rubbed on the bed. We tasted and fucked and rolled around in a sort of erotic luxury just wallowing in sex. We stayed together most of the night, drifting off to sleep and then fucking and then drifting off again. At sometime during the night the thought crossed my mind about hoping there were fresh sheets somewhere in the condo. About 6 am or so, I felt Susan crawl up behind me coiled around Vicki's butt. Susan's tits were on my back and she was kissing my neck. I whispered something like, "did you have fun?" She replied "ah damn yes, he was great, my pussy is sore but I want some loving from my hubby." I rolled around to face her and she raised one leg over my hip, totally exposing her body. We kissed as my hand slid between her legs, my palm rubbing her mound and bush, fingers feeling her still swollen cunt lips and the need quickly built between us. I worked my cock into her silently as we lay facing each other sideways; and I stroked slowly so as not to wake Vicki. I rolled Susan to her back. Her legs came up around my back and clamped on the back of my legs. We ground out a quiet toe curling orgasm with Vickie sound asleep beside us. The rest of our vacation went very nicely. The frantic need to swap eased somewhat and sex between Susan and myself had become much more intense than it had been. I suppose it was the freedom we both felt we had gained by fucking Vicki and Rob. There was a realization that we were in fact desirable to others. Susan's outlook had changed dramatically. She had made the move and enjoyed it and had not been struck down from on high. We still swapped some nights with Rob and Vicki, but it was usually only for one session in the evening and we ended up in our own beds by morning. One memorable morning however I enjoyed Vicki in a different unplanned manner. I was up early, just before sunrise as the day bloomed over the quiet waters of Lahaina Bay. We were on the eighth floor of this particular condo and the view over the water to the nearby islands was spectacular. I was wearing a robe as I drifted out to the veranda for an early morning view. Vicki was there leaning on the rail wearing a light robe. The morning light shone through the robe and I could see the shadow of her spread legs. The top of the V of her legs was so clear that I convinced myself I could see the shape of her cunt lips. I moved behind her and slipped my hands under her arms to her breasts in front. She turned her head with a smile and pressed her butt back into my lap. No words were necessary. My hands fumbled with the robe tie in front of her; opening it sufficiently to find her tits and caress them. I had a great early morning hard-on and was rubbing it between her cheeks. She turned her head again and we kissed softly and then more urgently as we began to realize we were going to fuck. I released her tits and lifted the back of her robe up around her hips. I opened my robe and moved my cock between her cheeks and eased it in along her wet cunt. On the way I teased her butt hole a bit but did not get a reaction. She moved her hips and adjusted her body to allow my cock to enter her pussy. On the beach below us, a man was taking a walk with his dog. The possibility that he might lookup raised our excitement. My cock entered Vicki and with little slow jabs eased its way right into her until I was fully engulfed. She braced herself on the rail as I began to fuck her; slowly at first; then my hands found her tits and I squeezed them as our intensity increased. She lost it just as my first shot of cum seared her pussy and our bodies thrashed and our knees crumbled with only the rail holding us up. Her hips tightened and squeezed my cock and forced it out, cum and pussy juice running down the inside of her leg. She turned and we kissed a tongue filled kiss and she whispered, "Hmmm baby, what a wake-up". We slipped back into the condo and enjoyed a shower together; our partners none the wiser. Our trip to Maui had been a complete success. Susan had relented to her hidden desire to make it with another man, I had enjoyed the excitement of swapping with another man's wife, and our own sex life had taken on new urgency. The future of more of the same loomed and we left the beautiful island, owing it a return visit soon. The Seduction of My Wife This is based on a true story although some of the situations have been slightly modified to make the story more interesting and protect the anonymity of the players. This is a story of a wife who is in love with her husband but also fantasizes about another man... She realizes that her husband fantasizes about her having sex with another man... ***** She was playing the role to a dot. She sat down on the coach across from the handsome man and crossed her legs. She knew that he saw the top of her stocking and the strap of her garder belt in the split second before she modestly covered her leg. She felt her pussy twitch at the thought. Here she was. She had met him a couple of months ago while having lunch with a girlfriend. He was himself having lunch at the next table with a business acquaintance. He kept glancing in her direction. Although he was subtle about it, she had felt the stare. She enjoyed the attention that she was getting from men, but usually would not think about it twice. She was married. This was different; she was instantly charmed by the classic good looks of this tall, handsome gentleman... Suits had gone out of style in the hipster culture of Silicon Valley. She did not agree with that. There was something to be said about a man in a suit. She avoided turning her head in his direction but eventually their eyes crossed. She smiled. The food arrived, the plate was beautifully arranged. Everything in the new restaurant was exquisite. She was proud of her work - one of the best. She knew that she had spent way too much time on this remodeling project. Working with Josh, the restaurateur, a flamboyant, moody, passionate, uncompromising homosexual had been a challenge. They had loved and hated each other in the process but at the end they had become friends. The handsome gentleman was looking at her plate - She saw that he was about to say something... anything to start a conversation. Samantha was a stunning woman, slender figure, small but perfect natural breasts, delicate face framed by abundant wavy dark hair. She dressed with impeccable tastes. Most men felt intimidated by her beauty and few dared to approach her. Yet, she was warm, kind and engaging. Before the handsome man could say something, a tonitruous voice erupted from across the room, getting all heads to turn: "Samantha, ma chérie mais que fais tu là?" Josh had a new French boyfriend and had decided that he was fluent. Samantha was always a little embarrassed by the flaming mannerism of her friend. She blushed. Josh sat down on the bench next to Samantha and kissed her hand. "Ma chérie", repeating two of the 10 French words he knew, "You should have called. So what do you think of the restaurant in action? Isn't it marvelous?" Josh turned to the handsome man who had been listening in with a smile "you know... she is the best... do you know that she completely remodeled this place, it was a dump, she is the best designer in the whole city - if you ever need a designer, you should hire her". Josh liked to take random strangers as witnesses, clumsily trying to get Samantha business. He felt that he owed her that for getting such a deal on the remodeling fee. "This is impressive." answered the handsome man. He was answering Josh but staring at Samantha. He had deep blue eyes and a warm smile. "I could actually use some help. I just opened an office in San Francisco and frankly I do not care much about the design. May be you could look at it?" The conversation went on. Brian was a venture capitalist from New York - his firm had just opened an office in San Francisco. He was splitting his time between San Francisco and New York while building the local team. Business cards were exchanged and Brian offered to call the next day to set up a time to look at the office. Samantha went on with her day. She was a faithful wife and had never cheated on her husband. She loved him and her family, but she couldn't help feeling strangely turned on. When she came home, Jack had just come back from a run. He was about to jump in the shower. Jack was a solid guy. She had always been attracted to him and their sex live was fantastic. Both in their late thirties, blessed with 2 children, they had regularly passionate and mature love making. The kids were not back from soccer practice. Samantha gave a kiss to her husband and the animalistic smell of sweat entered her nostrils. She instantly became wet and groped her husband's crouch - She did not care for foreplay, she needed to be fucked. He knew that. Without a word or a kiss, he pushed her against the sink, lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and rammed his cock into her pussy. She came almost immediately, but he kept pounding her hard and mercilessly until she came again, this time longer and more intensely. Her clitoris was now sensitive and her pussy deliciously sore. She felt her husband's cock hardens as he filled her with long gushes of cum. She came again. Spent, he pulled out and jumped in the shower leaving her bent over the sink her pussy dripping with cum. Dinner was nice, the family was together. The kids were excited by their soccer practice. They had scored a few goals and were ready for the tournament that week-end. They were telling stories of "killing" the other team and scoring more goals than any other team before. Jack, a former college athlete was encouraging them to kill the other team but giving them notions of fair play at the same time. The boys were confused but happy. Samantha felt more in love with her husband than ever before. He knew her so well. He knew what she needed - she felt a little guilty to have fantasized about another man. That night, they made passionate love again. She was in the middle of a morning project review when the call came. She recognized the area code as one of the boys' teacher who had just transferred from New York. She decided to pick it up, hoping that all was okay. When Brian came on the phone she immediately blushed and her brain went blank. Stuttering, she apologized and said that she would call back. She must have looked startled as one of the contractors asked her if everything was okay. Her heart was racing. She went through the meeting without really being there. She could not call him back; she would not call him back. This was stupid; she did not need that sort of aggravation into her life. She had a perfect husband and a perfect family. She did not want to have anything to do with Brian. She could not believe that this guy was calling her. She was mad at him... Then she smiled, the poor guy did not do anything, he was just calling her to schedule a work meeting, nothing else. Not calling him back would be admitting that she was fantasizing about him and cheating on her husband. This was ridiculous, she was a professional she would call him back. The receptionist picked up the phone. Brian had just stepped into a meeting but she offered to take a message. Samantha gave her name and phone number but declined to leave a message. During the rest of the day, Samantha caught herself checking her phone more than usual. At 4:30 pm she was in front of the school when the phone rang. She could not possibly pick it up here, with three hundred kids about to pour out of the school building. She let it go to voice mail as the end of school bell rang. She had promised to take the kids to the new ice cream parlor. Two other moms and their kids joined the party, so Samantha did not have a chance to check her messages. Every couple of minutes, her phone would vibrate to remind her that a message was waiting. Jack was still at work when she got home. In the privacy of her bedroom, her heart pounding, she finally listened to Brian's message. "Hi Samantha, I am working late, so if you want to come by later this afternoon, I can show you the office - We can grab some supper after that if you are hungry... call me back..." What was that? Seeing him tonight? Supper? Who on earth has supper? Lunch is professional; dinner is a date; what is supper? No she would not see him tonight. That was out of question. She felt warm and her pussy was tingling. She reached down, felt her crouch, her panties were wet. She closed her eyes and pictured herself in that empty office, late at night, with Brian, a vivid flash came to her mind, she was making out with him. She sat on the bed, clutched her mound trying to refrain the desire that had erupted in her lower abdomen. This made it worth, her hand relaxed and she felt her hardened clitoris under the soft fabric of her panties. Her other hand slid up under her blouse and she grabbed one of her breast, squeezing it gently, then harder. She could feel the hardened nipple in the palm of her hand. Reaching now under her panties, she ran a single finger along her slit. Her lips where engorged. She pressed gently and her finger slid inside her, barely penetrating her and gathering some of her intimate wetness. She moved the wetted finger up to her clitoris and started to gently circle around the hood. In her fantasy, Brian was now licking her. She started to feel incredibly sensitive everywhere. She had her eyes closed and her lips opened. She kept circling, sometimes bringing her finger down to the opening of her vagina, getting it wetter. The feeling started to sharpen and isolate around her clitoris. She shifted her motion, her finger racing back and forth between the opening of her vagina and her clitoris. Everything felt hot, then she climaxed. She could feel her vagina pulsating. Her brains flooded with pleasure. She came hard and long, shaken by violent spasms. Her clitoris and nipples became immediately sensitive; she clutched her mound and squeezed one of her breast hard, trying to calm the spasm that was shaking her pelvis. Brian had raised his handsome face from between her legs, his mouth glittering with her juices. At the thought, her receding orgasm resurged. This new wave was so violent and long that she felt her stomach muscles cramp up - that was more than she could take. She lay there, on her back, waiting for the cramp to go away. This orgasm was different from anything else she had experienced. Not just by its length and intensity. All her senses heightened, she was fully alert. Thoughts were racing through her mind, but she felt incredibly relaxed. She had read about Buddhist monks' able to reach high levels of meditation, and she wondered if she was experiencing something similar. She made a mental note to eat a banana for muscle cramps. She called Brian and told him that she could not make it that evening. He seemed disappointed. He was flying back the next day and he would not be back for three weeks. She agreed on lunch upon his return. Saturday evening, they were invited at one of Jack's new client in the hills of Belvedere. Jack had warned her about him. He had made his fortune overnight, selling his struggling software company to one of his larger competitor. A cunning sales man and a poor software engineer. He was trying to impress. She was expecting the party to be ostentatious. She was not excited at the thought of rubbing shoulders with the Marin County social elite. She picked up a dress from a local designer who was also her friends, simple, classic and sexy. Her choice was rewarded by a wolf-whistle approval from Jack... "Maybe we should just stay home" he said? She slapped his groping hands away and off they went. She was pleasantly surprised; the party was a small gathering of friends in a beautiful mansion overlooking the San Francisco bay. There were no more than twenty people. No formal dress code, a mix of evening gowns and casual attires. The host was giving tours of his mansion making sure to show off is collection of exotic cars. He was a very pleasant man who introduced them to his wife, a plump, cute little read head. Jack disappeared with him for a game of pool in the cigar room, apparently some male bonding ritual. When he returned, Samantha was seating on a bar stool, engaged in a deep conversation with a dark handsome man. She did not bother to introduce her husband. Seeing Jack as a competitor, the man offered to go check the view from the deck. She accepted and followed him, leaving her husband standing at the bar. Jack smiled; he knew what she was doing. She was mad because he had left her to go smoke a cigar. She was getting back to him. He could see them on the deck; she crossed her arms to cover her bare shoulders, exhibiting chills. The man immediately offered his jacket and rubbed her shoulders to warm her up. She was flirting back. She looked back. Jack turned his head, pretending not to be paying attention. A few hours later, they parted from their guests and drove to Casa Madrona, a cute boutique hotel in Sausalito were they had booked a suite. They wanted to sleep in and have brunch on the waterfront, before heading back to the city for the soccer tournament. Their trusted nanny was in charge of the boys. Jack was a light drinker and a couple of margaritas had been enough to give him a slight buzz. As soon as they entered the room, he pushed Samantha against the wall, deep kissed her and reached under her dress. He felt her garter belt and soft lingerie. He was horny! She pushed him away with a smile. "What got into you Mister, I thought you were more interested in smoking cigars with the boys?" "You did not seem to mind" he replied, "neither did your boyfriend... What was that, you guys seemed to be getting along pretty well." "Yes, he was cute, and he kept me company while you were busy" He pushed her against the bed and fell next to her. He kissed her again and she kissed him back. "Did he try to touch you" he whispered? "Maybe." She answered naughtily. "Did he now?" "No, but I am sure that he wanted too." He was now whispering in her ear. "Did that turn you on?" "Maybe" she replied again. She could fell her husband's hard cock pressed against her thigh. "Why? Did it turn you on?" She added? "Maybe" he answered. "Maybe you should have let him touch you if it turned you on". He was obviously getting more aroused. "Did you want him to touch me?" She asked. "Hmm!" he answered "would you have touched him back?" "That would have been hot" she answered... her heart was beating, her husband was admitting that he was turned on by the thought of another guy touching her - all it took was a couple of margaritas. "Would you have wanted me to fuck him?" she ventured? Dirty talk was often a turn on during love making, but they had never explored this fantasy, and Jack had never been turned on like that. He could not take it anymore; he pulled his wife panties and dove between her legs. She was already dripping wet. He loved eating her when she was wet, tasting her juices. She arched her back as his tongue teased her clitoris. He was an expert. He knew how to make her moan. Slowly he crawled his way back kissing her stomach, her breasts and then letting her suck on his tongue. His cock was now at the entrance of her pussy. He was taking his time, teasing her... "How do you think he would have fucked you?... He brutally pushed his cock deep inside her... "Like that" "Yes!" She screamed... But she was not fantasizing about the same guy. It was Brian who was fucking her. They walk up early... there was no use. Parents are slaves of their internal clock. Jack had sobered up. They cuddled in bed still half asleep. Jack had a morning hard on; he was only half erect as Samantha casually rubbed him... "Last night was sexy she said." "Hmm"... he groaned. "You were really turned on, weren't you?" He did not answer... "Would that really turn you on if I fucked another guy?" she insisted. She did not need and answer, she felt his cock grow hard in her hand. Now that the cat was out of the hat, their sex life had taken a turn for the best. They were making love almost every night. The fantasy of Samantha fucking another man became a recurring theme in their dirty talk. They were imagining scenarios. She was meeting a guy in a café while he was watching, she was meeting a guy on a business trip, at a party; they pictured him watching her through a one way mirror, or listening from her phone casually left connected on the bedside table, another time he was waiting for her at home while she was out on a date. He had asked her if she had fantasized about any men since they had been married - she lied that she had fantasized about having sex with another man, but that it never was about anyone in particular. They agreed that they wanted to keep it a fantasy. There was no point jeopardizing their marriage. During one of their steamy night, Jack asked her how she would hypothetically make it happen. She told him that she would have no problem finding someone, there was enough men checking her out or trying their luck. He seemed interested and asked her if any men in particular had tried to chat her up recently. Samantha had previously mentioned that she might be picking up a new project for an office space... She told Jack that she suspected her new client to be interested in something else than her design skills. Jack seemed interested. "Does he turn you on"? "No, not really" she lied as her pussy twitched and became instantaneously wet. "I mean he is good looking and I like the attention, but I never thought about him like that" "So are you going to work on his project?" he asked. "I don't know yet", she replied. "I haven't seen the space yet. It is an office. You know that I usually don't do offices." "Will you meet him to look at the place?" "I don't know... I suppose, if he calls me back..." Over the next few days, Jack asked her several times if he had called her. It seemed to turn him on incredibly - but there was still no sign of Brian. Finally, over the week end Samantha received an email from him. "Hello Samantha, I will be back in San Francisco Monday evening. Let's plan to meet as early as possible in the week. It has been too long. I am really anxious to get started. How is Tuesday around lunch time?" Why was he so anxious to get started; she understood the need for deadlines when launching a new restaurant... But an office space? That night, she was friskier than ever, she literally attacked Jack. There was no foreplay, no dirty talking. Just steamy, hot, brutal sex. Later that night, she could not fall asleep. She went to her computer and answered his email. "Hello Brian, it is nice to hear from you, Tuesday is fine. Where should I meet you?" Within seconds, the email came back: he was still awake, there, on the other end of the connection. She instantly felt vulnerable, as if he was here staring at her. She closed her robe over her negligée to hide the nipples poking through the soft fabric. "Would you like to meet at the office? We can take it from there." That was a plan. She returned to bed. She did not say anything to Jack. She wanted to keep it to herself; her heart was beating thinking about Tuesday. She felt like a school girl who had just been asked to prom by the cutest boy at school. On Tuesday morning Jack asked her again if Brian had called. She was expecting it, so she casually answered that he indeed had emailed, and that she was going to look at the space today. In the hubbub of morning readiness, he could not inquire any further. As he stood up from the breakfast table, she noticed that his pants were bulging. She blushed. She had planned to come back home after dropping the kids to get ready for her meeting with Brian... in fact, she had cancelled her meetings for the day. She took a long shower, applied a fragrant and silky body lotion. She expertly applied a small amount of makeup - just enough to underline her beautiful features. She sprayed a dash of perfume in the air and walked through it - it would be barely noticeable after she dressed up. The Seduction of My Wife There she was, standing naked in front of the mirror. She had shaved her pubic hair, it felt smooth and sexy. She picked a couple of dresses and modeled them in front of the mirror. She decided for a skirt with a white silk blouse. Classic, semi-formal, sexy and appropriate for a business meeting. She put on a white lace bra, matching panties and a garter belt with black stockings. In the light, with some imagination, you could make out the lace bra through the blouse. She felt sexy and turned on. Her phone rang, it was Jack. She did not want to talk to him now. She let it go to voice mail. He rang again. She picked it up. "Hello baby" he said. "What are you up to?" "I am home, getting dressed." She replied. "I am about to leave for my meeting." "What are you wearing?" he asked. "Nothing special." She replied. "Just a skirt and a white blouse", the one we got in Seattle. "Hmm. This is so sexy." He said approvingly, "I love the naughty executive look. Are you wearing any sexy lingerie?" He continued. "No!" She lied. "Just everyday comfortable stuff. "Why," she asked "do you want me to wear lingerie?" "Yes!" he hissed. "I want you to wear your white garter belt and bra. Can you do that?" "If it turns you on." She agreed. "And promise me something..." he said. "no panties" "Come on Jack. It is a business meeting. I am going to be uncomfortable." Jack knew what she meant by uncomfortable. When they had first met, he would ask her to take her panties off in restaurants or other public places and go bare for the rest of the evening. The effect was invariable. Any breeze on her bare pussy would make her uncontrollably horny. They would end up rushing home to make love. Once, they even could not wait and ended up fucking in the car. Jack was turned on knowing that she was going to be horny while having lunch with Brian. He had to re-adjust his posture as his growing cock was uncomfortably stuck in his underwear. "Promise me." he repeated "All right" She agreed. "I have to go now" She hung up the phone after agreeing to call Jack right after the meeting. She took off her panties and put them in her purse - As she did, she felt that the silky fabric was already damp at the crotch. It was time to go. She did not want to drive so she opened an app on her phone and requested a driver from Uber. As she walked out of the house, she felt the cool San Francisco fog caress her bare pussy. The eucalyptus shaving cream that she had used did not help. She was in trouble she thought! She entered the classic building, a remodeled warehouse in SOMA. The South of Market district was the back stage of the docks of San Francisco. With the explosion of the tech industry and the sharp real estate price hikes that followed, most commercial shipping activity had moved to Oakland and Los Angeles, leaving the warehouses for grab by developers. It had become the place where most San Francisco startups established. The space was amazing. She was expecting a functional office building with rows of depressing cubicle. Instead, it was open, offering little privacy between the desks but with high ceilings and a mezzanine. She smiled. She had fantasized about having sex with Brian in his office, while a stern secretary was guarding the door. There were no such things as doors in this office. She immediately recognized Brian across from the 2,000 square foot open space. He got up and walked to the entrance to greet her. There he was, in front of her, with his warm smile and blue eyes... She felt weak. She was not disappointed. He was wearing a tweed jacket that accented his broad shoulders. He gave her a kiss on the chick. Very much in the way the French do to greet each other's. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath inhaling the musk sent of cologne mixed with his natural body fragrance. She realized that her naked pussy was only a few inches from his cock. She involuntarily tilted her pelvis towards him. Her vagina opened and became moist. He gave her a tour of the office, introducing her to the team. He was nice to all. All seemed to like him. He had something nice and personal to say about all the employees. The office manager was a tall blonde who gave her jealous stares. While pretty, she was no serious competition. She struck her as the typical mid-thirties single office worker who lined up one unsuccessful relationship after another. She was too desperate, she was trying to hard: her dress was crossing over in the front, over emphasizing her breasts, her makeup was too obvious and her hair had been damaged from overuse of hair dryer and gel. She was probably a usual at the happy hour socials at the many bars of SOMA; always on the lookout for the next Mr. Right. She felt sorry for her. If she took the job, she would probably work with her. She promised herself to give her a few pointers. As an interior designer, she often took an unofficial role of image consultant, psychologist and marriage counselor. She was intimately convinced that decorating a space is a soul searching exercise much deeper than what it is initially meant to be. It took no more than 15 minutes to complete the tour and Brian offered to discuss the project over lunch. He had made a reservation at a new restaurant on one of the old piers. He ordered a car on Uber and opened the door for her. He sat in the back with her. "So what do you think" he asked. What did she think? She thought that he was even more charming than she remembered. That she was incredibly turned on and that if she was totally frank, she would take him back to his hotel and screw his brains out. "It is an interesting space" she replied "there are a lot of things that we can do. But I'd like to hear from you: how you work, how many people you are planning to hire... Any details that will help me define how to best use the floor plan." He gave her a clear and passionate explanation of his industry. He needed flexible space beyond the small employees' base. He had entrepreneurs in residence and early incubation of projects that needed space from time to time. She was listening to his deep voice and assertive tone. She was falling for him. Uber pulled in front of the restaurant. When she opened the car door, he had already circled around and was holding his hand out to help her out of the car. She gently put her fingers in the offered hand and stepped out. He held her hand, just a little too long, just a little too firmly. She was wet. When he opened the restaurant door, a gush of air slipped between her legs and caressed her inner thighs. She was taken by surprise and she came. Just like that. Not hard, but her knees went weak and buckled. He caught her as she tripped against him. One hand holding her harm, one hand on her waist where her garter belt was attached. He was strong. He smelled good. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yes, thank you, I am not used to these new shoes" She replied blushing. He was feeling terribly turned on. He had noticed earlier the lace bra. He was now feeling the garter belt, right where he caught her. He could not resolve himself to let her go and kept his hand on her waist until she was securely inside the restaurant. He was picturing her wearing an expensive lace set. Little did he know that the set was not complete. Lunch was nice, he was flirting with her: Subtly touching her hand at peak times of the conversation, complimenting her on her tastes in design and clothes and mentioning a few times how beautiful she was. It was hard not to throw herself back at him too obviously. She smiled at his compliments. She let her hand be touched just long enough, before removing it. They went on beyond the normal lunch hours. It was almost 3:00pm when they finally left the restaurant. She had left her phone on vibrate and had received several texts from her husband. He was waiting for her call. She briefly texted him: she was on her way home. She would call him then. Brian gave her a kiss good bye; this time more insistent, more lingering. She jumped in a cab and rushed home; she wanted to touch herself; she wanted to make herself cum. At home, she was surprised to see that Jack was already back. He gave her a mock look of angriness. "Where were you?" He asked. "You know." She said. "I was having lunch with Brian." "Until 3:00 o'clock? Did you go to his hotel? Did you fuck him?" Her husband had come closer and was now caressing her inner thigh, reaching up to her bare pussy. She was soaking and she could tell that this was turning him on. "I didn't" She said. "But I wanted too." She added playing along with the fantasy. "May be you should have." He said. "Would that turn you on?" She asked. "Yes" he answered without giving it a second thought. "Do you want me to fuck him next time I see him?" She asked. "Yes" She kissed him deeply, sucked on his tongue, she was unbelievably horny. She knew that it was a matter of days before she had Brian's cock inside her. She reached down and grabbed her husband's balls, went down on her knees, and took the harden cock into her mouth. They fell on the floor and she kept sucking him. He was unbelievably hard. She needed him inside of her. She lifted her skirt and straddled him; she grabbed his cock and inserted it into her pussy without any difficulties. The entire shaft disappeared inside her. She brought up her knees putting her entire weight on the cock. The tip of the cock was pushing hard against her cervix. He was deep inside. It was almost painful, deliciously painful. She started to rock back and forth, first slowly, then faster, breathing hard and screaming grunts of pleasure with each backward motion, as the cock rammed into the back wall of her vagina. She came hard and fast, her pussy contracting against the cock as she did. She fell limp on top of him, his cock still inside and hard as a rock. He had not come. Her pussy was deliciously sore. She knew it would remain that way for several days, reminding her of the encounter. She slowly took the shaft out of her vagina. She wanted to please him now. He was such a wonderful husband. She loved him so much. She touched his balls, his shaft. The whole area was soaked by her juices. She found a comfortable position and started sucking him. She teased him, putting the whole thing in her mouth, licking his frenulum. The first jet of sperm caught her by surprise and landed across her cheeks. She immediately covered the head of the cock with her mouth, and kept sucking. She swallowed most of it. She wondered if Brian's cum would taste the same and she came again. That night, she received an email from Brian. He was thanking her for her time and was asking her when they could get back together again. He was not mentioning anything about the project. But of course, it was implied - or was it? As he was going back to New York, they agreed to block some time the following Wednesday afternoon. It was going to be a long week. She told Jack about the meeting. "Are you going to fuck him?" he asked. "Only if it turns you on." she said. "No" Jack answered; "I want you to fuck him because it turns you on. So are you going to fuck him?" "Yes." She said. They had sex every day for the rest of the week. They were fantasizing together about Samantha having sex with Brian. She modeled a few possible dresses and lingerie sets for her meeting and Jack told her which one to pick. He told her how to tease him: "Show a little bit, but not too much, give away cues, but don't be too obvious." On Sunday evening, she pushed him away. She told him that she did not want to have sex until Wednesday so she would be really horny for Brian. "The next cock that will be in my pussy won't be yours" she added. It drove him crazy. He realized that she did not need lessons on how to tease a man. Wednesday morning was busy, but Samantha had planned to come back home early to take a shower and change. Jack and she had agreed on code words - just for fun. A text with the word "red" meant that she was going forward. "Blue" meant "abort" they could both stop it at any time. He had offered to meet at his apartment. He was renting a furnished two-bedroom in one of the new modern towers of SOMA. He had mentioned the incredible view of the San Francisco and the nice design of the top of the line executive rental. She had not questioned the location of the meeting. She had prepared a short proposal on her iPad. At the door, he greeted her with a kiss and a hug and complimented her on how beautiful she looked. Again, the touching, the musk smell and the elegant gentleman seduced her. She sat down on the couch across from him. She crossed her legs. He saw the top of her stocking and the strap of her garter belt before she covered her leg. He felt a rush of desire at the base of his cock. They made small talk then she offered to review her proposal. She lay flat the iPad on the coffee table and ran through some of the design concept. She was bending over towards him and he could see down her cleavage as she talked. Her low cut bra did a poor job at covering her nipples in this position. She knew exactly what she was doing! He had offered a drink. She had read somewhere that green tea and lemon flavored body juices. He got up to fetch the infusion from the open kitchen. When he returned, he sat next to her and poured the steaming drinks. Her heart was beating. She was looking straight. She knew that he was about to make a move. He was so close. Their elbows touched. She was afraid to move and break the spell. They stayed there for a full minute. Her phone chimed breaking the silence. She did not set it on vibrate. She apologized for the interruption. It was a text from Jack, she had forgotten about him. "I was wondering what color we should pick for the trim in the bathroom". She was confused for a second, and then she remembered. She excused herself and said that she needed to answer the text. "Red... definitely red" she answered. And then she turned off her phone, thinking about Jack getting turned on. She picked up her tea and took a sip. He turned towards her and gently took the cup and saucer from her hands and put them down on the coffee table. He caressed her face with his hand and turned her face towards his. She looked at his handsome face with eyes that said that she would not resist him. He gently kissed her lips and she returned his kiss. She was feeling the kiss irradiate through her whole body. Her lower abdomen was contracting gently. Her vagina was opening and juices were flowing. She moaned as he kissed her. She felt relaxed and went backward until she hit the back of the couch. She broke the kiss and rested her head backward exposing her neck. He kissed it. It was ultra-sensitive and it sent shivers into her breast. Her nipples were hard and peeking through the fabric of the bra and dress. He lightly ran his hand over them. She was going to come... not yet, she wanted to keep her desire growing. He slowly moved downward, kissing her chest. The higher button on her dress had come loose; he moved the fabric exposing the bra. He kissed the top part of her breast. It was soft and smelled good. His hand was now caressing her thigh where the straps connected with the hose. His hand halfway between the hose and the bare skin. He was slowly moving upward. She kept her legs closed. She did not want to open up too soon. His lips moved to encircle her nipple and he sucked, what felt like the whole breast in his mouth. She had a small scream of pleasure and she opened her legs, inviting his hand up. He caressed her pussy over her panties for a while feeling the depression of her vagina, then expertly pulled the fabric to the side and ran a finger over her slit, slowly pushing it inside. She was dripping wet, his finger was circling around the clitoris. She did not want to come yet. She pulled his hand and brought it up to her mouth. She sucked on his finger, wet from her juices. It tasted sweet and delicate. She closed her legs and shifted her position. She touched his torso. They were firm and muscular. He was built; she liked that. She ran her hand on his chest and arms, kissing him. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt to expose his masculine chest. He was slightly hairy. He smelled good his stomach was flat. She lightly ran her hand on his cock. It felt hard and big. He was fully erected. She closed her hand on the shaft over the fabric of the pants, producing a groan of pleasure. She kissed him deeply as she caressed him. She unzipped his pants and reached inside. The cock was hard and powerful. She wanted it so badly... but not yet. His cock was so stiff that she knew that she would struggle to take it out through the opening of the fly. She slid off the couch, on her knees in front of him. She undid the belt and unbuttoned the pants. His cock sprang out. She lowered her head and took it in her mouth. He was lying back on the coach. His hands on her head as it was bobbing up and down. The feeling was incredible. He would not be able to control it much longer. But he did not want to come yet. He wanted to please her. She interrupted the sucking and pulled his pants down. He was naked from the waist down. He kicked off his shoes and she resumed the sucking. He was on the edge of coming. He held her head, "stop" he pleaded "I don't want to come yet". She could feel the dick throbbing as he was trying to stop the flow. He was mostly successful, a single bid of cum appeared at the tip of his cock. She licked it off. "Don't" he screamed. The feeling was incredible his cock was highly sensitive. Then it passed, he knew that now that he had passed this first wave that he would be able to hold it much longer. He went down on his knees and took off her dress. She was amazing, standing there in her lingerie. He kissed her stomach, above the garter belt, she smelled good. He pulled her panties down. She was completely shaved. Her pussy smelled so good. She sat on the couch and spread her legs to receive his tongue. She was dripping. He was licking her juices. He pushed his tongue inside her vagina, and then licked up to her clitoris and he repeated. She was moaning harder. He understood that focusing on the clitoris would bring her to a quick and violent orgasm, so he kept her on the edge. He wanted to fuck her. He lifted his head to meet her eyes. She had been looking at him licking her. When she saw his face and his chin dripping with her juice, she could not hold it anymore. "I am coming!" she said; "eat me; please eat me; don't stop!" She had a few strong spasms as she came. She pushed it away from her pussy now too sensitive to take any contact. She covered it with her hand holding in the pleasure. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply and passionately, sucking on his lips and chin dripping with her own juices. "Fuck me" she begged, "please give it to me" She was too sensitive to get any stimulation on her clitoris, but she knew that she would come again at the feel of his cock. He turned her around, pushed her against the couch. Looking at her ass and pussy from behind was an amazing sight. He pushed the tip of his cock against the opening of her vagina and with a solid thrust he penetrated her for the first time. She screamed in pleasure. His cock had gone deep inside, all the way to the back wall of her vagina. It was her secret spot. It was how she knew she will orgasm. He was out of control, incredibly hard and horny. He pushed his cock hard, over and over, each time hitting the right spot. She was screaming under each thrust. "Yes, yes, give it to me, yes, fuck me!", she felt his cock throb, she knew he was close to cum. "Cum inside, please!" she begged. "I want it, give it to me!" She reached under and grabbed his ball. She did not know that it was possible, but his cock became harder as he came. She felt the warm cum filling her as she was coming too. The Seduction of My Wife They spent the rest of the day in bed. When she got home, it was already late. Jack was in bed the lights were off. He heard her take a long shower. She put on a night gown and jumped in bed next to him. She reached down. He was hard. "I love" you he said. "I love you too" she answered and she climbed on top of him. The Seduction of My Wife Ch. 02 IMPORTANT: This story contains scenes of interracial cheating, voyeurism and cuckolding. If you have any problem whatsoever with this, then please do NOT read it only to be shocked or disgusted and make slandering comments afterwards. Literotica offers a very wide range of literature. May I suggest that you leave right now and find something to your liking? Good luck! ***** It is a lovely sunny Sunday around noon. My wife and I have invited Mike, a friend and colleague of mine, over for a barbecue. I am preparing the fire on the patio next to the pool wearing only my swimming trunks. My beautiful wife, Tammy, is sunning her luscious body on a deck chair. The pool is completely private and surrounded by a six foot wall. Tammy is lying topless. She is my pride and joy! A stunning emerald eyed redhead with wavy shoulder length hair. A spray of tiny freckles on her shoulders fades down her chest to leave those full, firm 36Ds a flawless, milky white. The big, light pink areolas, so typical of a genuine redhead, rounds off the picture perfectly. She is wearing a very skimpy turquoise bikini bottom, held together by a white bow on each hip. It is struggling to cover her neatly trimmed fiery bush that I find oh, so sexy. I believe it is criminal to shave those golden curls. The top and the rest of her clothes are lying on a small table next to her. Mike is a great guy, always the heart and soul of every party. He is well over six feet tall, an athletic giant of a man and typically, a passionate basketball player. Also very popular among the ladies. "I suppose I'd better get decent. Mike will probably be arriving any minute now." Tams says as she reaches for the bikini top. "This is too skimpy. I think I'll rather go and put on a one piece swimsuit." "Honey, I honestly don't mind you even going topless in front of Mike. He is more that welcome to see what I have that he can only dream of. As long as it is hands off, of course." I encourage her. We're both amateur nudists. "And I suppose I have to take that as a compliment?" She smiles and puts on the turquoise bikini top. It complements her emerald eyes perfectly. "There is no way that I'm going to parade naked for your friends, though." She puts on a light green top and white shorts. "And, by the way, I'm not very comfortable with Mike. The way he looks at me sometimes... I think he is quite a player." "Don't be such a prude. It's only old Mike. He's harmless. Not even a steady girlfriend. Come on. Let's see you tease him a little. What harm can it do? After all, I'm here, remember?" I push my luck. "And please don't put on a full swimsuit. There is nothing wrong with that one." "Mmm... Alright then. A little playful teasing, perhaps, but definitely no nudity or touchy feely stuff. These babies are for your eyes only." She says, lifting her boobs slightly and blowing me a kiss. "Oh, and please lose the top and the shorts. You are seriously overdressed." She looks at me for a moment. Then she pulls the top over her head. "Don't you think this is a bit much? This top barely covers my nipples." She's right. That stringy thingy will have a hard time containing their content. "What the hell. It's not like you'll go jogging or jumping around the pool. It's fine." Moments later, Mike arrives. I invite him in and his big frame follows me out onto the patio. His face lights up when he sees Tammy lying back on a deck chair. "Hi, Mike. Welcome to our humble abode!" she greets him with a wave, the other arm crossed over her chest. "Ooooh! Now ain't that a sight for sore eyes?!" he teases. Tammy prances into the kitchen to fix us some drinks, while Mike and I chat around the fire. Soon she is back with a tray and serve us the drinks. Mike can't take his eyes off her chest. He is literally drooling! The edge of her left areola is beginning to show. Maybe the skimpy turquoise stringy thingy was a bit much after all... She puts the tray on the table and goes off to lie on her stomach on the deck chair, sunning her back. "Looking at you guys, I feel somewhat overdressed." says Mike and pulls his T-shirt off over his head. His muscular, dark torso with the six-pack makes me draw in my stomach immediately. I'm no match for his physique. Then he drops his shorts. Of all things, Mike chose to wear a Speedo! And the way he fills out that thing is scary! The outline of his huge dick is clearly visible. I shudder to think what would happen should he get an erection inside that little number! I get busy with the meat on the grid while Mike and I chat over a cold lager. I can't help noticing how he glances at Tammy every now and again. "Honey, won't you be a doll and put some tanning lotion on my back, please?" Tammy interrupts our conversation. "I'd love to, hon, but the meat is almost done. I can't right now." I explain. "Mike, won't you do the honors, please?" I propose. Tammy gives me a horrified look, but before she can protest, Mike snaps up the opportunity. "Sure!" he says, smiling from ear to ear. "Anything for a friend." He trots off in her direction. She reluctantly hands him the suntan lotion. He squats next to her, quickly rubs a generous dollop of lotion between his huge hands and starts rubbing it into her shoulders and back. She soon seems more relaxed. They start chatting while she lies with her head on her forearms, the exposed sides of her full breasts bulging out invitingly to the sides under the weight of her chest. This does not go unnoticed. Soon Mike's fingertips finds their way over the soft flesh. She doesn't seem to mind. Is she playing him..? He tugs at the clip at the back of her top and whispers something in her ear. She firmly shakes her head and he backs off, laughing. Then he focuses on her legs. With his hands on either side of her thigh, he applies the lotion with long strokes. He slowly works his right hand in between her thighs, stroking the soft flesh up and down. I can see her butt cheeks tightening as his hand gets dangerously close to her pussy. Did she just open her legs slightly to give him better access? Maybe it was just my imagination. Her bikini bottom has crept up into her ass crack and soon Mike homes in on those firm butt cheeks. But then I piddle on his parade. "OK, guys! Food's ready!" I call. Mike reluctantly closes the lotion and gets up. My god! He has a massive hard-on! It pushes so hard against the tiny Speedo that it looks as if it could pop out of its confinement at any minute! Tammy rolls onto her side and immediately notices it. She gives me a horrified look while Mike is sheepishly trying to hide it with his hands. Tammy is so intrigued by Mike's hard-on that she does not seem to notice that her one nipple has escaped from under the tiny triangular piece of cloth of her top. It is only when I gesture with my head, that she notices and covers up. Mike is so busy trying to hide his embarrassment that he didn't notice. Eventually Mike and I are seated at the table on the patio. Tammy is dishing up for us. Soon everyone is relaxed and we chat over a nice meal and drinks. Then my phone rings. It is my friend, Don. His car broke down a few blocks from our house and he needs my help. "Honey, I have to go and help out Don. He's got car trouble. It sounds like a small electrical issue. I have to go and give him a hand." "I'll come with." Mike offers. "No need. Your food will get cold. I'm going to use my motorbike. It shouldn't take more than ten minutes. You guys finish your meal. I'll be back in no time," Tammy gives me an angry look. She's not amused. I get up and ride off on the motorcycle. Soon I reach Don. He's not very mechanically minded and seems very relieved to see me. I soon find the problem - a loose connection on the ignition. In no time Don is sorted and I'm on my way back home. I am rushing as I don't want to leave Tammy for too long in the company of big Mike and his hard-on! Then I get a brain wave. This is an ideal opportunity to see how far Tammy will go with another man. I pull off to the side of the road and give her a call. "Hi, honey. I'm afraid that Don's situation is worse than I thought. He might need a tow truck. It looks like I'm going to be tied up here for at least another hour or so." She's quiet for a moment. Then she hisses into the phone. "Are you crazy?! How can you leave me alone with Mike? He's already coming on to me!" "It's OK, hon. You're a big girl. I know you can handle yourself. Just keep him on a tight leash and you'll be OK. I'll call you when I'm done so you can warm up my food, please. Love you!" I hang up, start the bike and ride home. Realizing they will undoubtedly hear the sound of my motorbike approaching, I switch off the ignition and freewheel quietly downhill to my house and into the garage. I sneak into the house and tiptoe into my office from which I have an unobstructed view of the patio and the pool. With the slightly open windows I'm sure I won't have any trouble eavesdropping on their conversations. I sit down on my chair and peep through the almost closed blinds. Tammy is sun tanning on a double inflatable mattress that we also use as a lilo on the water. She is no more than three yards from me. Mike is splashing in the pool about four or five yards further. Everything seems to be under control. "Tammy, come and join me. The water is great." he invites her. "Maybe later, Mike. I'd like to catch some sun first, thanks." she declines politely. Mike gets out of the water and walks up to her, his Speedo straining to contain his huge semi hard dick which is etched against the blue material of his Speedo. He kneels next to her on the mattress and rubs his wet hands over her tummy. "Feel here. The water is nice and warm." She shrieks. "Stop it! That's cold!" and pushes him away. But Mike will not take no for an answer. He pulls her to her feet and throws her over his shoulder, all in one swift motion. She shrieks and protests like crazy, legs kicking and fists pummeling on his back but it has absolutely no effect on Mike. He takes two leaps and jumps into the water with her in his arms. When they surface, she has her arm around his neck and spluttering, she wipes her wet hair out of her face. Her nipple has popped out of the top again, now hard and the areola shrunken to about a third of its relaxed size. I can't help wondering whether it is from all the excitement or the cold water. This time Mike doesn't miss it. Tammy soon notices his stare and covers up quickly. She lets go of him and swims away. I get up and fetch my videocam. This might just make for some fun viewing later when I show Tammy how she fought off the pestering Mike. Besides now I can zoom in on the action! Mike swims after her and with one swoop he lifts her out of the water and into his arms. Her arm is around his neck again. Is she softening up to him? Mike submerges her body and then lifts it out of the water repeatedly. I see what he is doing. The thin turquoise material of her top is almost transparent when it is wet. The hard nipples are clearly visible. He is perving! Does she not notice or is she OK with it..? Then she swims away from him towards the other side of the pool. "Mike, won't you please bring me the lilo? I would like to tan on the water." Mike hops out of the water, holding his hands over his erection. From my vantage point I can see that his massive dick is pushing the crotch of his Speedo down almost to his knees. He grabs the lilo and holds it in front of him like a shield to hide his predicament. He walks up to the edge of the pool, throws the lilo towards Tammy and dives into the water. Tammy tries to get on the lilo but she struggles somewhat. Big Mike to the rescue, of course! He puts his one hand around her and the other through her legs from behind so that his hand cups her pubic bone. Before she can protest, he lifts her clean out of the water and drops her on the lilo. This time both tits are outside the tiny top. "Mike, don't EVER touch me there again!" she hisses, visibly upset, while struggling to get the top over her boobs again. I can see she is terribly frustrated with the skimpy bikini top. "Sorry... I was just trying to be helpful. ", Mike apologizes sheepishly. Then he gestures towards her chest. "I don't know why you even bother. " "What do you mean..?" She frowns. "I have already seen your lovely boobs from all angles. Why are you still trying to cover them? Take the thing off! It's just a nuisance." She ponders his suggestion for a moment. "Promise you'll behave and not get any ideas? And no touching!" "Well, ideas I'll always have, but I'll do my best to behave. Promise." "And don't come near me!", she warns. Without further ado she takes off the top and throws it on the side of the pool. Then she lies back with her eyes closed, sunning her completely exposed boobs. Mike is circling her lilo like a hungry shark, ogling those perfect orbs. "Would you mind if I skinny-dipped?" Mike asks out of the blue. Tammy gives him a horrified look. "Are you crazy? Of course I'll mind!" "I'll behave, I promise. Anyway, you're already halfway skinny-dipping." He is pushing his luck. "Mike, this is crazy. What if Nick arrives and finds you naked in the pool with me?" "Tammy, you yourself said that Nick will phone before he comes. Anyway, we will hear that motorbike from a mile away." Mike seems adamant. "Well, do what you like then. As long as you stay away from me and you keep everything under water." she replies. I can't believe she said that! Maybe I should intervene. With an acrobatic underwater roll, Mike slips out of the Speedo and tosses it out of the pool. He splashes around in the pool while she watches attentively from the other side. Mike does a couple of lengths with his naked muscular ass clearly visible above the water. He definitely has Tammy's attention! Then Mike stops next to the lilo. "Wanna see my periscope impersonation?" Mike asks. "What periscope..?" Tammy asks cautiously. "Watch this." Mike says and floats backwards on his back. Suddenly his big black dickhead breaks through the surface of the water much like the periscope of a submarine. God, the guy is huge! Tammy shrieks. "Mike, you're crazy! I'm getting out of here." She rows to the edge of the pool towards where I am sitting, with Mike chasing after her. She does not seem upset at all. On the contrary, I think she finds it quite amusing. He dives after her and as she reaches the other side, he tips the lilo over. She disappears under the water and surface about two yards from him, spluttering and moaning. He dives towards her and lifts her out of the water. Soon he is walking around in the pool with her in his arms again. "Just keep that thing away from me, OK?" she warns. "Will do. Scouts honor!" I cannot believe that my loving wife is frolicking topless with a naked man in our pool! I know I should be furious, but I am strangely intrigued by it. In fact, I am sitting here with a massive boner! What the hell is wrong with me? Mike throws her around in the pool, submerging her and then lifting her out of the water. Then he lifts her out of the water again and pauses. He stares at the milky orbs for a moment. Then he lowers his head and flicks her left nipple with his tongue. She shrieks. "Please! Don't do that. It tickles!" This only urges Mike on. His lips close around the nipple and he sucks it into his mouth. She groans, but makes no effort to push him away. She is on fire! I know how sensitive those nipples are. Her resistance is melting. I am in two minds. Shall I intervene or not? I decide to let it continue. I want to see how far she will go. Then she surprises me. She pushes him away. "Mike, I'm sorry. I can't do this. I love my husband too much. This has to stop right here." Mike backs off a little. She gets out of the pool and tries to fish the lilo out of the water. Mike gives her a hand and puts it on the side of the pool in front of her. She leans over, those luscious boobs dangling invitingly from her chest as she picks up the lilo. She drags it to the patio, her boobs swaying lazily as she walks. She makes no effort to cover them up. Then she takes a towel and dries her hair. The rapid movement of her arms causes her firm boobs to jiggle and sway. That is THE sexiest pose any woman can strike! The arms above the head cause the breasts to lift and jut out perfectly. I am a mere three yards away from her, so horny that I can come right there! Mike is not missing out on this. She is blissfully unaware that he is watching her like a hawk. He leans against the edge of the pool and his right hand is working furiously under the water. My God! He's jerking off to my wife!! Then she turns, wraps the towel around her and sits on the mattress with her knees drawn up to her chest, brushing her hair and staring blankly at Mike who is still in the pool. Suddenly he leaps out of the pool. Good God! The man is hung like a fucking horse! That erect monstrosity is at least ten inches long! It sways from side to side as he slowly walks towards her. Tammy is horrified! She immediately draws her knees tighter against her chest with her arms. She is visibly intimidated by the size of that black python. "My God, Mike! You're huge!" it slips out. She blushes, regretting that she'd said that. "Mike, please! Don't come near me with that thing!" He ignores her, sits down beside her on the double lilo and puts his hand on her shoulder. "Don't you dare touch me!" she hisses and moves away from him. "Tammy, please. You cannot leave me in this condition." he whispers "Mike, have you completely lost your mind?! Go to the bathroom and relieve yourself if you're so desperate!" she scolds. But Mike is adamant. "Please, Tammy. Help a good friend out." he persists. "Good friend, my ass! If you were a good friend, you'd never do this to me." That's my girl. You tell him, Hon! Mike moves closer to her and puts his hand on her shoulder. She immediately pulls away. "Mike, how can you even think of having sex with me? It is totally out of the question. I could never do that to Nick. It is unfair of you to expect that from me." She slyly sneaks a peek at the massive hard-on. "Tammy, I understand and respect that. But there are other ways..." Mike insists. "Other ways..? Yeah, right! Like what?" He takes her hand and puts it on his cock. She jerks it away as if she has touched a red hot iron rod. "No!" she says firmly. "You want me to give you a hand job? Are you crazy? There is no way that I'm going to touch you there." "Is that really too much to ask?" Mike pleads putting on his sad puppy dog face.. Tammy ponders. "Mike, I don't know if I can do that. It would be cheating on Nick." God, she is really considering it! "Please..?" Mike pleads. More sad puppy dog face. She ponders the situation for a moment, the sighs. "OK, I'll try. But no touching me. And no pressure. Is that clear? And what happens here, stays here." "Of course! I promise." he says and pulls her hand to his dick again. Her fingers fold around his shaft. It is so big that her hand cannot close around it. He groans and lies on his back, the hard, black monster towering into the air, its head the size of a small apple. She kneels next to him and gazes in awe at the monster in her tiny hand. "God, I've never seen anything like this..." she whispers and starts to wank his dick. The towel is still wrapped around her. Mike groans as her tiny hand glides up and down the length of his dick. Tammy does not appear to be too enthusiastic about the proceedings. She is just going through the motions. What the hell is wrong with me?! My wife is wanking my friend and I am getting turned on by it! How sick is that! The Seduction of My Wife Ch. 02 Mike puts his big paw over Tammy's pumping hand and guides her to speed up the proceedings. Soon she gets the hang of it and Mike removes his hand. "Mike, you will have to finish. It's getting late." She plays with his huge nut-sack while the other hand is pumping furiously on his dick. "Tammy..." Mike whispers. "Yes?" Tammy replies, not interrupting her action on his dick. "A little visual stimulation will really help a lot." She sighs and drops the towel. Those two perfect puppies protrude proudly from her chest, the roseate nipples now much bigger and more relaxed than in the pool. Mike sighs and smiles contently as she continues to wank him. "God, this is sooo wrong... No touching, remember?" she whispers. God, I can't believe this! I have to free my dick from its confinement! I take it out and give it a few strokes. Dear God! I'm wanking to my wife giving a hand-job to my friend! How perverse! Mike puts his hand on Tammy's back and starts to stroke it. She doesn't respond to it. He slowly pushes her forward, edging her mouth closer to his dickhead. She's not taking the bait. Mike simply cannot resist those perfect orbs hanging from her chest. His hand creeps up and his fingers fold around the left one. Tammy sighs and closes her eyes. Oh, God, no! This guys is going to have his way with her! I know all too well how sensitive those boobs are. He is pushing all the right buttons! I have to stop this! But how..? Tammy is breathing heavily, her mouth no more than three inches from the big, black dickhead. Mike takes her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gently tugs and rolls it. Tammy closes her eyes and groans. Then she leans forward and her lips touches the tip of Mike's dick. He gently directs her head lower down on his dick with his free hand. She resists for a moment. Then she licks his huge black dickhead and slowly wraps her lips around it, struggling to get it into her mouth. She is still pumping feverishly on his dick. Mike puts his massive paw on the back of her head and slowly fucks her mouth. But there is no way he can get more than the dickhead inside her mouth. Then he rolls over and pulls her down on her side beside him. It catches her by surprise and she lets go of his dick. He puts his arms around her and humps the mound of her pussy lightly. "Mike, no. We can't..." she says firmly. "Thigh job only. Please..?" he pleads. "Thigh job..?" she asks, somewhat puzzled. "Pass me the suntan lotion, please." She reaches for the bottle and hands it to him. He rolls onto his back and pours some lotion onto his dick. Then, with a few slow wanks, he spreads it over the full length of his dick. He rolls towards her and puts his dickhead against her covered pussy. "Mike, please. Don't. Let us not tempt fate." she pleads. "Shhh... We won't." He pushes forward and his slippery dick slides effortlessly in between her thighs against her covered pussy until their pubic bones meet. His enormous dick is protruding a few inches at the back below her turquoise bikini bottom. He puts his hand on her ass and starts to thigh fuck her. Soon she gets the message and meets his every thrust with gusto, holding her thighs tightly together around the slippery eel between her legs, groaning and panting quite loudly. She is loving this! Mike drops his head onto her breast and nibbles lightly on her hard nipple. She gasps and puts her hand on his firm, naked ass, drawing him closer to her with every thrust. She is beside herself! Then Mike's hand creeps up from her ass and onto her hip until it reaches one of the two bows that hold her bikini bottom together. With a swift tug he undoes the bow and the bottom falls apart. Tammy's hand shoots down, but she's too late. "Mike, please! We can't..! You promised!" "Shhh... It's OK." he assures her and, after undoing the other bow, he pulls the bottom off her. She is now lying buck naked next to him with his dick between her legs. "Turn on your other side." he says. She rolls over with her back towards him. "Don't put it in." she cautions and lifts her leg to give him access. I can see that lovely aroused pussy in all its splendor. The thick, fiery patch of curly red hair, neatly trimmed along the bikini lines and below that her clean-shaven puffy, rosy outer lips. Her inner lips are already glistening with her juices. Above them the pink pearl of her clit peeps shyly from under its hood. Mike slips his slippery eel back in between her thighs so that his dickhead protrudes below her fiery bush. Then he thigh fucks her again. God, the sight of that huge black dickhead appearing and disappearing below that bush almost makes me shoot my load right there! Mike slips his hand over her crotch and runs his fingers through her lush, golden patch. Soon his long finger finds her slick slit and he starts to stroke her clit, still thigh fucking her from behind. This is getting too much for her. Her hand slips underneath his dick and she holds it tightly in her sopping wet slit so that his huge dickhead can glide over her exposed clit with every thrust. She is on fire! I must have lost my mind! My wife is getting ravished by my best friend and here I am wanking while I should be kicking Mike's butt! He suddenly withdraws and rolls her over onto her other side to face him. Her face and upper chest is flushed red with passion. She lies with her legs slightly open, not knowing what to expect. Mike raises her knee and throws her leg over his shoulder. Her gaping red gash is now his for the taking. He draws his dickhead up and down that slick slit and then places it against her entrance. "No!" she shouts. Her hand shoots down and she grabs his dick just below the head. He pushes slightly forward and I watch as her prominent pink inner lips open under his big knob. Then he stops. Her hand remains around his dick. He starts to fuck her lightly against her pussy, teasing her. Slowly her grip relaxes around his pole. He removes his hand and thrust slightly harder. I cannot believe this! He is going to fuck her while she is holding his dick in place! Nooo!! Don't do it! But Mike becomes impatient. He puts his hand on her ass and pushes forward. His dick enters her slightly and then slips out of her gash. "Mike, please... I'm not going to be able to stop you." she pleads, not letting go of his dick. Mike ignores her. Two more failed attempts and she comes to her senses. She pushes him away. His dickhead glistens with her love juices. "No, Mike. Not without a condom." she says firmly. "OK, so that's it. Show's over. Where will he find a condom?" I smirk. Then Mike floors me! "No problem." he says and reaches for his shorts. He puts his hand into the pocket and takes out a condom. "Rule 1. Never leave home without one." he says with a smile. He opens the sleeve and rolls the condom down over his shaft while Tammy watches in disbelief. It only covers about two thirds of it. Then he rolls onto Tammy. She opens her legs and raises her knees to accept him. He puts his dickhead against her dripping wet hole and pushes. "Wait!" says Tammy. "It's too big! You're hurting me!" "Work with me, girl. It's not too big. You'll see." he assures her. All this action happening a mere three meters from me is getting too much! I can smell the sex! I feel like I'm going to cum any moment! He lines up again and pushes. She braces herself. From my perfect vantage point I can see her vulnerable pussy lips spreading and straining against his dickhead. Then, slowly, the big black knob begins to find its way into her hungry hole. She groans loudly and her lower body is writhing below him. He starts to fuck her slowly and gently with short strokes. The condom is disappearing inch by inch into her love tunnel. Eventually, with the whole condom about an inch inside her, he seems to hit the bottom. "Mike, be gentle. You're hurting me. Please. You're too big. You're not going to get all of it in me. Don't force it." she complains when he tries to force the remaining two inches into her. Mmm... She never said anything like that to me... I am now jerking off like crazy! He stops, allowing her time to get used to the monster inside her. Then slowly his ass begins to rock. His dick disappears and reappears repeatedly into my wife's pussy, glistening with her love juices. I am loving it! Have I lost my fucking mind?! Soon her hips begin to move in time with his. She throws her arms around him. "God, you are huge..!" she whispers. He lowers his head and kisses her lips. Her tongue darts into his mouth as she wraps her legs around his lower body. He fucks harder. She meets his every thrust feverishly. Then her nails eat into the flesh of his back. Her hands become restless. Her lower body begins to quiver! I know these signs only too well! She has reached the point of no return! This is too much for me. As she explodes into an intense orgasm with a loud scream, her body shaking and bucking uncontrollably under his, I shoot my load. The first pearly white jet of hot cum ends up in a pale white line on the carpet. Then I empty my balls in a paper towel. Mike keeps his monster buried deep inside her until the rhythmic orgasmic contractions subside. Then she lies still, heaving and panting. He gives her a few moments to recover and then rolls off her onto his back. "God, that was good..!" she pants. "Ready for more..?" he asks softly and invitingly. "Almost...", she whispers. "Well, help yourself." he says and gestures towards his still rock hard dick. She gets up onto all fours, heaving and panting. Then she throws her leg over him and straddles him in the cowgirl position. Standing on her knees astride him, she lines up his dickhead with her sopping wet, well stretched pussy and lowers her body onto his huge pole. The condom has rolled up his dick so that it now only covers about four inches of it. The black mamba disappears slowly inch by inch into her hot, moist cavity until it fills her up completely again with about two inches to spare. The she begins to ride him, slowly at first and then faster and faster. Her full, bare breasts are bouncing around on her chest. She leans forward and just as I am sure she is going to have another orgasm, Mike pushes her off him. He lines her up on all fours and positions himself behind her. She eagerly presents herself to him. I'm worried about that condom! It has now rolled up so that it is sitting like a cap over his dickhead! I have to warn them! But how..? Without looking, he slips his dickhead into her slippery pussy from behind, puts his hands on her hips and effortlessly slides his cock into her slick tunnel as far as it can go. Then he fucks her hard and deep. Her body jumps every time his huge nut-sack slaps against her clit. He leans forward, takes her left breast into his left hand whilst slipping his right hand over her pussy from between the front of her legs. He begins to fuck her hard and deep while rolling and tugging on her nipple and flicking her clit with the fingers of the other hand. Wow! He knows her as well as I do! He is playing her like a violin! She is on the edge. A few quick, deep thrusts and she begins to quiver again. A few more and she screams! She collapses into a shuddering heap underneath him, her legs kicking uncontrollable as wave after wave of orgasmic contractions washes through her body. He ends up on top of her, his dick still buried deep inside her pulsating pussy. He continues to fuck her hard and fast! Then, with a mighty roar, Mike cums! He shoots load after load of hot cum deep inside her pussy and collapses over her, his dick still inside her. "The condom! Where is the condom?" it rings through my head. He lies on top of her for a few moments - absolutely spent! Then he rolls off her. His dick slips effortlessly out of her stretched, gaping hole. Thank God! The condom is there, still covering only his dickhead. He looks down, smiles and pulls the condom off his dick. He rolls it down and proudly holds it out to her to show off the sizable amount of pearly white cum. She smiles. He ties it in a knot and puts it back into the pocket of his shorts. I can't help wondering what he wants to do with it. A trophy, maybe? I realize that it is time to get out of there. I quickly clean the carpet and dispose of the paper towel. Then I sneak into the garage, hop onto my motorbike and freewheel silently further down the road. Out of audible range I start it up and ride some distance away from the house. My heart is hammering against my eardrums! What the fuck have I done? I can never match a performance like that. Does this now mean that she and Mike will be seeing more of each other? Have I now created a monster? Will she be looking for more of the same from other men? Will things ever be the same between us? Then I stop and call Tammy. "Hi, Love. I'm on my way home. Sorry I took so long. I'll see you guys in a few minutes." "Good!" she says. "I miss you..." Like hell... "Everything OK there? You sound out of breath." "I am! Mike and I have been racing each other in the swimming pool. I'm pooped! He's quite an athlete!" Yeah... Like hell... With a "Bye, Hon. I love you!" she hangs up. Yeah. Like BLOODY hell!! I start the motorbike and head home, completely unsure of what I'll find there... The only thing that I know for sure is that I don't know Mike. I don't know Tammy. And last, and maybe the worst, I don't know myself after today. And it was all my fault. After all, I created the opportunity. A song enters my mind. It is Cher - If I Could Turn Back Time... But then, IF is for children...