Boyd, our neighbor, had stopped over to return our paint sprayer. My wife Anna and I were joking with him about “honey-do” lists. His wife was traveling for the weekend and he was happy to have his one chore done and be able to relax.
I noticed Boyd eyeing my wife; checking out her finer points as we all chatted – I could hardly blame him, and it certainly wasn’t the first time. She was wearing a tight-fitting black sweater and a grey skirt that, while not very short, was slit most of the way to her hip – I don’t know where she buys these things. She’s very beautiful by any standard, and we both do our best to stay healthy.
We easily convinced him to stay for a few drinks and all moved into the living room. When he sat, Anna sat next to him. She and Boyd were a little closer than might otherwise seem sociable since our dog was hogging half of the couch. Anna rubbed the mutt’s belly affectionately, so I wasn’t inclined to shoo him away, and chose the wicker chair opposite them. Naturally, as soon as I sat down, the stupid dog flopped down and padded off - but I noted with interest that my wife stayed saddled up close to Boyd.
We’d already each had a drink while talking earlier and I’d just handed out a second round. In fact, it was the third for my wife as she’d had a glass just before Boyd arrived.
We soon had a lively conversation about the hoops we humans go through to satisfy our pets, what we put up with – simple small talk. More wine for the missus, and a duo of fresh beers, and soon the topics broadened while the jokes and inevitable sexual innuendo were in full swing.
Anna’s long amber hair was tied back, highlighting the curves of her neck. Her shoes were off and one of her legs was folded under her so she could get a good angle for close conversation with Boyd. The arrangement caused her skirt to ride even more generously up her smooth thigh.
My wife is a very expressive talker, and she was patting Boyd’s thigh as she spoke, using that hand to form sentences then letting it rest on him in the pauses. Anna is curvy enough to give anyone lusty thoughts just by being in the room, but throw some touch into the mix and it’s not a fair game. Boyd was sneaking glances as much as he could, naturally. I don’t typically notice a man’s crotch, but from my vantage I couldn’t help notice he had a definite bulge showing. She spoke and sipped from her wine glass, lipstick and nails matching the merlot, and didn’t seem to notice the effect she was having on him, or so I thought.
I was growing excited too, admiring those grapefruit-sized breasts and the trace of her nipples pushing against the tight fabric; the way the material clung to each orb like paint. Add of course, her hand on his leg was having an obvious effect on the three of us.
The thing is, she and I have had some pillow-talk about implied threesomes, just fantasies though. Like after she’d cum two or three times and I could have my way with her, she’d suck and lick along my offered thumb while I continued to fuck her tight pussy. Sometimes I’d whisper, “I wish I could be in two places at once…” and she’d respond, “Would you like that honey, to see me with one cock in my pussy and one in my bad little mouth?”
Her eyes would be smoke and she’d continue breathily, “You’d love that I bet… mmm... I bet *I’d* love that …” and drive her hips up to meet my thrusting. Naturally, I’d soon blow my wad, and she’d often cum again, too. But this was barely an occasional script and we’d never made any real plans, or discussed the idea outside of the bedroom.
Then here she was, touch-talking to Boyd and toying with the poor man. I saw her glance at my own hard-on and she smiled slyly as she let her hand move higher up his khakis. Still casual contact, but her hand rested a little longer and gradually a little higher while she continued the conversation.
“Boyd,” she was saying, “you and Gloria just started going down to that new gym, right?”
He nodded, “About a month or so now. Gloria’s really getting into it, and I have to say I can -almost- see my abs again.” He laughed, patting his stomach.
My wife took another sip of her wine and seemed to consider this for a moment, and I could see her coming to a silent decision as she looked at me, then back at Boyd.
“Well then,” Anna cooed after a pause, “we’ll have to see that to believe it!”
“Yeah Boyd,” I quickly chimed in without really realizing it “we know you’re all about that fitness thing.” I hoisted my beer toward him, teasing.
“Seriously!” he said, feigning hurt, “Check this-” and he lifted his shirt. Sure enough, traces of a six-pack were forming, if slightly.
My wife took the cue and said in mock over-excitement, “Oooo – can I touch?” A glance toward me, and she put down her glass – her other hand still high on his leg. She slowly traced her fingers over his stomach, outlining the suggestions of muscle. She’d had to shift her hips around, placing one bent knee toward the back of the couch, to get her two hands on him like that, and now her panties were in full view and hard to ignore: white lace.
She looked at me, “Honey, you don’t mind if I touch Boyd’s new abs, do you?” Her painted nails were now forming spirals around his belly-button. Boyd was still holding up his shirt, obligingly.
I looked at Boyd, “If it’s okay with Boyd, it’s okay with me.” and gave him a wink. “Okay with you Boyd, if my lovely wife touches your new abs?”
“Ah, yeah – I guess.” he stammered and gazed down to her legs and lace, “But she, ah - might want to fix her skirt there. Damn, woman, you’re getting me all worked up!”
My wife made no move to cover herself, but smiled and continued to work her hand in circles on his stomach, taking her time. She even spread her knees apart, recklessly revealing more. She was soon dipping her hand just slightly into his belt-line as she orbited his belly-button.
“Well Boyd, we can’t have you all ‘worked up’ while Gloria’s away, now can we? And you look very worked up…” She was clearly looking down at his ample bulge now. “I wonder what Gloria would do if she saw you in such a state?” She was wearing a wicked smile.
The game was definitely on now, and she looked over at me. “And I can see my poor husband over there is getting all ‘worked-up’ too, and I know what *I* do when he gets like that.”
Boyd simply inhaled.
Admittedly, I was still a little stunned. My wife had never been this bold before, and certainly isn’t the promiscuous type, but I do have to admit, in the bedroom she is often a very dirty little girl. And frankly, if I was going to put a stop to this, that moment was gone – this was something I’d wanted for some time.
“Come over here sweetheart, sit next to me.” she patted the cushion, and I - complied.
“First,” she said, twisting to stand between us, her back toward Boyd, “I can’t have you both staring at my panties all night, that’s not going to help.”
So, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her skirt she bent over while smoothly sliding her hands down her slim legs to her knees. Her panties came down from the ride, too. She leaned forward and briefly, but wetly, kissed me on the lips. She then continued until she reached her ankles. Her round ass and shaved pussy lips were surely fully in Boyd’s view. She asked him playfully, but looked into my eyes, “Is this better, Boyd? No more panties to get you all hard!” and giggled.
Boyd reached out and grabbed at her ass with both hands. “Boyd!” she scolded, turning and freeing his hands from her cheeks, “That certainly won’t help you lose that big hard-on.” She stepped toward him leaving the panties pooled on the carpet with the skirt, and knelt between his legs. She looked up at him, wetting her bottom lip. I had a front-row seat.
“I wonder if Gloria would unsnap your pants, you know, to ease the pressure - like I’m doing…” and she deftly undid his khakis, taking time with the zipper, without breaking eye contact with him. His member, now slightly less encumbered, was tenting his briefs. “And she’d have to slide these pants down a bit more…”
She was now stroking his cock through the fabric, alternating hands. She slowly lowered her head and rested it on his furthest leg and sighed, looking over at me.
She lay still for a long moment, staring at his bulging shorts, “Honey?” she asked.
“Yes, Dear?” I answered expectantly.
She gave me her best pouty-lips and said, “I think he’s just going to have to fuck my mouth - do you think that would be all-right?”
Stunned but somehow cogent I said, “That would certainly be the neighborly thing to do – Boyd?” In answer, he lifted his hips and my wife quickly pulled his boxers and pants down to expose a long -and throbbing cock.
Placing her head back down on his far thigh, she stared lustily at his manhood, “Oh my.” she breathed, and boldly grasped the shaft with her right hand, her glistening lips now only inches away.
She began pumping slowly up and down its not inconsiderable length. Focusing past the cock briefly and into my eyes again, she moved her very wet and open mouth along the long length of his shaft, her tongue following the curve of it, and let her lips rest open along the top of its bulbous head. She was watching me the whole time. I could see her wet tongue working as she continued her slow pumping.
Boyd was soon moaning slightly and moving his hips, Anna let out a little moan of her own and positioning her face over his tool, let the first inch or so slide past her lips as his hips rose. She let it slide in then slowly back out, “That’s it baby, fuck my mouth... mmmm…” She let herself drool all over his cock, making it wet and sloppy, “Fuck my wet mouth... fuck my mouth like you fuck Gloria’s sweet little pussy.” She let out a moan as he grasped her head and thrust, slowly but firmly, his full length into her hungry mouth and into her throat.
My wife loves giving blowjobs and I allow her plenty of practice. Ribbons of spit connected mouth to cock as she alternated taking the entire length into her throat and slurping her tongue loosely around the shaft. One of her hands reached down over her breasts to the smooth wetness between her legs. She started fingering herself as I watched. I took that as an invitation.
I was soon behind her, rubbing her back and reaching down around the firm curve of her beautiful ass, sliding my fingertips into her dripping pussy. She let out a muffled moan and hiked her ass up to meet my hand. Getting the hint, I stood to remove my own pants, then, as I pulled my shirt up, felt wet heat as she pulled my cock into her mouth. She was stroking Boyd with one hand and pumping my cock into her mouth with the other. He was fondling the round orb of her nearest breast, the thin black fabric doing nothing to cover her very erect nipples.
I watched her jerk Boyd’s rod and forced my cock into her face. She took it in hungrily, holding tight and driving my shaft into her throat. After a few seconds of throat fucking, she pulled it out, gasping, and slapped the length of my cock against her lips and cheek; spit dripping from her chin and onto her sweatered chest. She repeated this several times. Before I could get too close to cumming she’d move to suck Boyd again. She continued alternating between our tools for several minutes, slipping one between her lips and pumping the other in turn. She was definitely enjoying herself.
At one point she pulled our two cocks into her mouth at once, or tried to; popping the engorged heads into her stretched mouth. She was being playful, rubbing the tip of Boyd’s cock along the length of mine, following it with her tongue. Not a fan of cock-on-cock action, but I wasn’t about to argue just at that moment.
She looked up at me, “My mouth is being very, very bad tonight…”, and she licked the wet length of my cock, then did the same to Boyd. “So very tasty, these big hard cocks… Gloria is always telling me how sweet your big cock is, Boyd – she was soo right.”
I pulled her up and spun her toward Boyd, grabbing her hips and bending her over in one motion. She continued blowing Boyd’s rod as I slid the length of mine into her wet cunt. I could hear her slurping hungrily as I fucked her, and Boyd was driving his hips up to meet her face. Soon she was moaning loudly, her moans following the tempo of our thrusting as Boyd fucked her throat. I soon felt her cunt tighten and recognized the familiar sounds of her building orgasm. Boyd stopped his thrusting as Anna cried out, “Oh God, oh God!”, and I let my cock grind deep into her pussy as she climaxed for the first time of the night.
I pulled from her, afraid to cum too soon – there was much fun still to be had here. This was immediately demonstrated as she turned to face me, smiling and flushed, and sat her dripping cunt squarely down onto Boyd’s straining cock.
“Come here baby, come to your dirty little slut. You want me to be a dirty girl, to talk dirty?”
“Yeah honey, do it -” She was sliding up and down on his pole now and Boyd was saying, “You guys sure know how to make a guy feel at home.”, his voice was measured, obviously fighting blowing his load.
“I am a fucking little cock slut, aren’t I? I love feeling your cock buried in my cunt, Boyd.” She was giving me a slow handjob, licking my cock-head as she continued, “Cunt. Fuck my tight, whore, cunt. Fuck me like your pretty little Gloria.” She was looking up at me, grinning, “You like those little words, don’t you baby?”
“You know I do.” I had all I could to do not to explode all over her face. She let go of my cock briefly to pull her sweater over her head, finally freeing her lovely tits.
As if she read my mind, “You want to cum on my face don’t you, baby? Cum on these?” She cupped a breast in each hand, “Cum all over your little slut wife. Don’t worry, I’ll get you hard again and you can both keep fucking me.”
I really love my wife – I had no doubt she would. She began pumping me in earnest, and driving her wet lips down my shaft. Boyd was reaching around with both hands, greedily massaging her breasts, “Yeah, Boyd, pinch my hard little nipples, fucking mash those titties. Did you know your wife tells me I have ‘gorgeous boobs’ all the time? I tell her she has a delicious… cunt.”
Boyd just grunted.
“Oh, baby, he’s fucking me so deep. His cock feels so damn good. Come on baby, cum for your sweet cum slut wife.”
I could feel my load building as she bounced on Boyd’s lap.
“Do it, cum on my face. Cum in my mouth …”
She was pumping madly, shuddering with her own orgasm and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I exploded onto her chin and neck just as she tilted her head back in ecstasy. She felt the hot stream and moved her mouth to catch the second shot only to have it rope across her cheek. Boyd was arching his hips, pumping his own seed deeply into her belly as she finally clamped her red lips over me to take the rest onto the back of her throat. Boyd drove his cock deeper into her and she ground down to meet his thrusts. I don’t know if I’ve ever cum so much, I felt her try to swallow, but it flowed out, dripping off her chin.
Finally, she leaned back, straddling Boyd and his buried cock; her cheeks, neck and tits literally dripping with my cum – a truly beautiful sight.
