Dinner went well, we had gone to the living room to relax, and were well into our second bottle of wine. John had put us all at ease with his steady flow of complements of Dawn. He told me that she was the prettiest woman at the office and smart too. He said that all the men were lusting after her and the women were a jealous of both her beauty and her ability. We were all feeling the affects of the wine and very comfortable with each other when John dropped the bomb!
He turned, locked eyes with Dawn and asked, “Did you do what I told you to do?” She lowered her head slightly and looking up at him with her vibrant blue eyes, and whispered a simple “Yes”. “Well then show me.”, he responded. She nervously stuttered, “Here?” “Now?” His whole demeanor changed when he ordered, “Right here and right now!” “Steve said he wanted to watch, so let him watch!” Dawn glanced at me for guidance, but I was so shocked by his tone that I couldn’t even speak. Following his direction she rose, moved to the window and turned to face us. She didn’t even look my direction , but kept her eyes locked with John as she reached to the buckle of her jeans. Without hesitation she unbuckled, unzipped and pushed her jeans to her knees. It took my breath away that my sweet, shy, reserved wife would drop her jeans in front of a complete stranger. But then he was not a complete stranger to her. And then, oh my God, it hit me: no panties and no hair! She stood with her arms at her sides, the sleeves of her sweater and the sweater hem and the jeans at her knees blatantly framing her naked torso from her flat tummy just above her naval, across her hips and to bottom of her thighs . . .the slot of her pussy clearly visible. I sat motionless, unable to speak. I just stared as he commanded, “Very nice, now take it all off so I can see those gorgeous tits.” As if in a trance, she did his bidding and soon stood totally naked, except for her heels, directly in front of our living room window. As she stared directly at John; I stared at her . . . seeing her for the first time as the other man. Her raven hair complemented the flawless completion of her classically beautiful face. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment and her eyes teary, but she did not object to his demands and her stiff nipples proclaimed her arousal. Before I could even take it all in, he directed her, “You’re so beautiful . . . Come on over her so I can enjoy you.” As if I was not even in the room, she maintained eye contact with only him as she walked toward the sofa, her hips swaying seductively and her bare breasts juggling as she strut.
When she reached John, she turned and sat naked on his lap. Knowing that he was in control he began to talk to me as he openly fondled my wife, “I love her tits . . . they’re so soft and heavy.” He slowly lifted, and softly kneaded her breasts; pulled and gently twisted on her nipples. He wanted me to know that Dawn had granted him unrestrained access to her body. I couldn’t believe that she would sit still without objection as he groped her and talked about her so crudely, but he continued to taunt me, “I could suck on her sweet nipples for days.” He stopped his conversation with me to demonstrate as he licked and suckled on her tits. He milked her with his lips and painted her nipples with strokes of his tongue until they protruded like bullets from her chest. A soft moan escaped her lips when he began to literally bite and chew on her erect nips, and she allowed his hands to roam freely across her naked body. I watched, still unable to make a sound, as one hand slid down her back to toy with her ass before dipping into the crackbetween cheeks. The other hand stroked her midriff, explored her navel, and then disappeared between her legs. My head was spinning and I was almost sick with jealousy, but I was also unbelievably aroused. I had a raging hard-on.
He turned, locked eyes with Dawn and asked, “Did you do what I told you to do?” She lowered her head slightly and looking up at him with her vibrant blue eyes, and whispered a simple “Yes”. “Well then show me.”, he responded. She nervously stuttered, “Here?” “Now?” His whole demeanor changed when he ordered, “Right here and right now!” “Steve said he wanted to watch, so let him watch!” Dawn glanced at me for guidance, but I was so shocked by his tone that I couldn’t even speak. Following his direction she rose, moved to the window and turned to face us. She didn’t even look my direction , but kept her eyes locked with John as she reached to the buckle of her jeans. Without hesitation she unbuckled, unzipped and pushed her jeans to her knees. It took my breath away that my sweet, shy, reserved wife would drop her jeans in front of a complete stranger. But then he was not a complete stranger to her. And then, oh my God, it hit me: no panties and no hair! She stood with her arms at her sides, the sleeves of her sweater and the sweater hem and the jeans at her knees blatantly framing her naked torso from her flat tummy just above her naval, across her hips and to bottom of her thighs . . .the slot of her pussy clearly visible. I sat motionless, unable to speak. I just stared as he commanded, “Very nice, now take it all off so I can see those gorgeous tits.” As if in a trance, she did his bidding and soon stood totally naked, except for her heels, directly in front of our living room window. As she stared directly at John; I stared at her . . . seeing her for the first time as the other man. Her raven hair complemented the flawless completion of her classically beautiful face. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment and her eyes teary, but she did not object to his demands and her stiff nipples proclaimed her arousal. Before I could even take it all in, he directed her, “You’re so beautiful . . . Come on over her so I can enjoy you.” As if I was not even in the room, she maintained eye contact with only him as she walked toward the sofa, her hips swaying seductively and her bare breasts juggling as she strut.
When she reached John, she turned and sat naked on his lap. Knowing that he was in control he began to talk to me as he openly fondled my wife, “I love her tits . . . they’re so soft and heavy.” He slowly lifted, and softly kneaded her breasts; pulled and gently twisted on her nipples. He wanted me to know that Dawn had granted him unrestrained access to her body. I couldn’t believe that she would sit still without objection as he groped her and talked about her so crudely, but he continued to taunt me, “I could suck on her sweet nipples for days.” He stopped his conversation with me to demonstrate as he licked and suckled on her tits. He milked her with his lips and painted her nipples with strokes of his tongue until they protruded like bullets from her chest. A soft moan escaped her lips when he began to literally bite and chew on her erect nips, and she allowed his hands to roam freely across her naked body. I watched, still unable to make a sound, as one hand slid down her back to toy with her ass before dipping into the crackbetween cheeks. The other hand stroked her midriff, explored her navel, and then disappeared between her legs. My head was spinning and I was almost sick with jealousy, but I was also unbelievably aroused. I had a raging hard-on.