This is a true story. It just happened this past weekend. My wife and I were at a backyard wedding. She was wearing a body hugging strapless dress that put a lot of her on display. I was sitting across the wedding tent talking to a friend. My wife was on the other side, next to the dance floor, talking to a group of people that included a friend of the groom. The music started up and he held out his hand. My wife took it and they started dancing. He danced her round, twirling her several times. As the song ended, she stumbled. He caught her in a way that enabled him to cover one of her boobs with his hand. My friend also saw it and said "Looks like your wife's made a new friend". I said, "Well I'm glad she's having a good time", and excused myself to get a drink.
I was very jealous. I stayed behind a column near the bar and spied on them. They were talking and laughing and my wife touched him several times on the arm. He told my wife that his anniversary was coming up but that his wife couldn't make it to the party and then asked her if she wanted to go in the house and see the necklace he had bought for her. I couldn't believe it but she said ok. They went upstairs and I followed quietly behind. They turned into a room and I saw the door pushed partly closed.
I sneaked across to the room next door because I knew the bedrooms shared a bathroom. The bathroom was dark but using the mirror I could see the dresser and bed in the next room. My wife and her friend were up against the dresser. He took a box out of one of the drawers, opened it and took out a jeweled necklace. She cooed, "How beautiful". He went behind her and held it up around her neck and attached the clasp. As she reached up to touch it, his hands slipped around her waist. My wife asked him what he was doing and then asked him to stop it. He said ok and slipped his hands up to cup her breasts. I could see her blush deeply. She croaked out, "Stop that", but he began to massage her breasts and squeeze her nipples until they showed clearly through her top. Neither said a word. They just watched in the mirror over the dresser. Then he pushed down the top of her dress, completely ******** her breasts. There she was, naked from the waist up and with another man's hands on her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers. She just laid her head back against his chest and gave a low moan. She whispered that he should stop and that someone might come in and see them.
He said that he thought she was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. She turned around in his arms and they started French kissing. My cock was sticking straight out. I silently unzipped my pants, took it out and began to masterbate. They sat on the bed and continued to make out. He continued to massage her breasts. He took one of her hands and put it on his cock. She resisted but he held it there. Then he moved his hand between her legs. she opened them slightly allowing him to slide his hand up under her dress. She spread her legs further and helped him by hiking up her dress to her waist. She had on a thong and I could see how swollen her pussy lips were and how damp was the thin piece of cloth covering her clitoris. Its tiny head poked out. He rubbed the head of her clitoris and she started to moan loader. He kept rubbing and tugging on it, driving her crazy. All the while she held on to his cock through his pants. He stood up and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and let his pants drop. My wife, like a mad woman, ripped his underwear down and quickly engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth. It was a big, thick one. I knew there was no way she'd be able to resist if he wanted to fuck her.
She sucked and licked like someone possessed. He reached down and continued to rub the head of her clitoris. Her hairy vagina opened up like a flower with gaping hole and swollen lips. I could see juices running down the inside of her thigh. She lay back and pulled her thong aside. He got between her legs and she reached down to guide him in. His cock slipped right in. As he pumped in and out I could see how slick it was. I'd never seen my wife so turned on. Their fucking became acrobatic. He was doing push ups and she was ramming upward with each of his thrusts, banging her crotch against his. I could barely touch my own cock or I would spurt.
They locked in a deep French kiss and continued rythmically fucking. Then he got off her, flipped her over and entered her from behind. Another position! This was amazing. He grabbed the sides of her ample butt and began stroking, in and out. I continued to watch, mezmerized by the most erotic scene I'd ever witnessed. This was no porno movie. This was my wife humping and moaning as another man fucked her hot hole. They still weren't done. He pulled out and sat in a chair next to the bed, his cock, standing straight up. She walked over, stradled his lap and lowered herself onto his pole. She began bouncing up and down, grunting with each stroke. He took one of her nipples in his mouth. This made her bounce faster. My wife has never had an orgasm from our intercourse and I wondered if this strange man was going to make her cum. My thought was answered when my wife whispered "I'm going to cum". she stopped in mid stroke with half his cock in her hole and half out. I saw her body give a little tremble and listened to her muffled squeal. He'd made her cum!
She got off him and again laid back on the bed. He got between her legs and slipped it back in. My wife whispered "Cum in me, cum in me". He stroked in and out several more times, gave a final slam, clenched his buttocks and groaned. My wife had her legs locked tightly around his back. It must have been a mighty cum because semen started to leak out around the edges of her pussy. I couldn't hold back another second and shot a stream of jism half way across the bathroom. He withdrew and stood up. She lay there, legs sprawled wide with jism oozing from her hole. She propped herself up on her elbows and said, "Thanks stud, that was great". He answered, "You were great". He pulled up his underwear and pants, tucked in his shirt, zipped up and walked out.
My wife lay there for another minute gently rubbing her still swollen clitoris. She closed her eyes and I saw her give a little shudder. I watched her vagina opening spasm in a second orgasm. After a short recovery she got up, picked up a towel off the floor and swabbed between her legs. I tip-toed out the bathroom and headed back outside. A few minutes later my wife emerged with her hair and makeup perfectly in place. I overheard someone ask her where she had been and she answered, "To the bathroom". On the way home I asked her if she'd enjoyed the wedding. She said yes, it was one of the best weddings she'd ever been to. I put my hand on her thigh and asked her if she was horny. she said yes and that we should hurry home.
I was very jealous. I stayed behind a column near the bar and spied on them. They were talking and laughing and my wife touched him several times on the arm. He told my wife that his anniversary was coming up but that his wife couldn't make it to the party and then asked her if she wanted to go in the house and see the necklace he had bought for her. I couldn't believe it but she said ok. They went upstairs and I followed quietly behind. They turned into a room and I saw the door pushed partly closed.
I sneaked across to the room next door because I knew the bedrooms shared a bathroom. The bathroom was dark but using the mirror I could see the dresser and bed in the next room. My wife and her friend were up against the dresser. He took a box out of one of the drawers, opened it and took out a jeweled necklace. She cooed, "How beautiful". He went behind her and held it up around her neck and attached the clasp. As she reached up to touch it, his hands slipped around her waist. My wife asked him what he was doing and then asked him to stop it. He said ok and slipped his hands up to cup her breasts. I could see her blush deeply. She croaked out, "Stop that", but he began to massage her breasts and squeeze her nipples until they showed clearly through her top. Neither said a word. They just watched in the mirror over the dresser. Then he pushed down the top of her dress, completely ******** her breasts. There she was, naked from the waist up and with another man's hands on her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers. She just laid her head back against his chest and gave a low moan. She whispered that he should stop and that someone might come in and see them.
He said that he thought she was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. She turned around in his arms and they started French kissing. My cock was sticking straight out. I silently unzipped my pants, took it out and began to masterbate. They sat on the bed and continued to make out. He continued to massage her breasts. He took one of her hands and put it on his cock. She resisted but he held it there. Then he moved his hand between her legs. she opened them slightly allowing him to slide his hand up under her dress. She spread her legs further and helped him by hiking up her dress to her waist. She had on a thong and I could see how swollen her pussy lips were and how damp was the thin piece of cloth covering her clitoris. Its tiny head poked out. He rubbed the head of her clitoris and she started to moan loader. He kept rubbing and tugging on it, driving her crazy. All the while she held on to his cock through his pants. He stood up and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and let his pants drop. My wife, like a mad woman, ripped his underwear down and quickly engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth. It was a big, thick one. I knew there was no way she'd be able to resist if he wanted to fuck her.
She sucked and licked like someone possessed. He reached down and continued to rub the head of her clitoris. Her hairy vagina opened up like a flower with gaping hole and swollen lips. I could see juices running down the inside of her thigh. She lay back and pulled her thong aside. He got between her legs and she reached down to guide him in. His cock slipped right in. As he pumped in and out I could see how slick it was. I'd never seen my wife so turned on. Their fucking became acrobatic. He was doing push ups and she was ramming upward with each of his thrusts, banging her crotch against his. I could barely touch my own cock or I would spurt.
They locked in a deep French kiss and continued rythmically fucking. Then he got off her, flipped her over and entered her from behind. Another position! This was amazing. He grabbed the sides of her ample butt and began stroking, in and out. I continued to watch, mezmerized by the most erotic scene I'd ever witnessed. This was no porno movie. This was my wife humping and moaning as another man fucked her hot hole. They still weren't done. He pulled out and sat in a chair next to the bed, his cock, standing straight up. She walked over, stradled his lap and lowered herself onto his pole. She began bouncing up and down, grunting with each stroke. He took one of her nipples in his mouth. This made her bounce faster. My wife has never had an orgasm from our intercourse and I wondered if this strange man was going to make her cum. My thought was answered when my wife whispered "I'm going to cum". she stopped in mid stroke with half his cock in her hole and half out. I saw her body give a little tremble and listened to her muffled squeal. He'd made her cum!
She got off him and again laid back on the bed. He got between her legs and slipped it back in. My wife whispered "Cum in me, cum in me". He stroked in and out several more times, gave a final slam, clenched his buttocks and groaned. My wife had her legs locked tightly around his back. It must have been a mighty cum because semen started to leak out around the edges of her pussy. I couldn't hold back another second and shot a stream of jism half way across the bathroom. He withdrew and stood up. She lay there, legs sprawled wide with jism oozing from her hole. She propped herself up on her elbows and said, "Thanks stud, that was great". He answered, "You were great". He pulled up his underwear and pants, tucked in his shirt, zipped up and walked out.
My wife lay there for another minute gently rubbing her still swollen clitoris. She closed her eyes and I saw her give a little shudder. I watched her vagina opening spasm in a second orgasm. After a short recovery she got up, picked up a towel off the floor and swabbed between her legs. I tip-toed out the bathroom and headed back outside. A few minutes later my wife emerged with her hair and makeup perfectly in place. I overheard someone ask her where she had been and she answered, "To the bathroom". On the way home I asked her if she'd enjoyed the wedding. She said yes, it was one of the best weddings she'd ever been to. I put my hand on her thigh and asked her if she was horny. she said yes and that we should hurry home.
