It wasn’t something we did often, and I wasn’t sure why as I felt her cleavage tugging at my hard cock. I shifted my weight back onto my left hand as my hips moved, so that I could reach my free hand behind me. I slid my hand along the smooth skin of her midsection, and felt my fingers sliding under the band of the leopard skin panties. I could feel the heat of her body on my hand even before sliding my fingers lower, touching her in a spot that I knew would be warm and moist.
“Mmm…” she moaned as my fingers parted the wet lips of her pussy.
I knew talking about this kind of thing excited her – possibly as much as it excited me. She loved to hear me talk about her and other men, although we had always fallen short of taking the ultimate leap. I could feel the tension in my cock increasing with each pass through her soft, wet tits while Tony’s words still played through my head. Amy asked her next question as if she had been reading my mind.
“What else did he say” she asked in a voice that was almost a whisper.
I lifted my leg back over her body and slid my hard cock from between her breasts. I leaned over and nuzzled her naked breasts again, taking one last opportunity to sample her hard nipples before prodding her to turn over. Once I had her on her stomach, I settled myself back between her legs, enjoying the feeling of her soft thighs under my hands.
There were few things I liked more than the sight of my wife wearing nothing but panties. And the leopard skin panties added something to the package that made it even more enticing. But the panties needed to go, and I relished the task of taking them off of her with as much lust as I had for massaging her big tits. But I couldn’t help myself from teasing her just a little, because I knew that she enjoyed this game almost as much as I did.
I ran my hands up her thighs to the underside of her round bottom and kneaded the soft flesh of her ass. My fingers were just below her panties – gently rubbing the area of her bottom that was just inches from her wet pussy. I slipped my fingers under the fabric of the panties, and felt the wetness that was building quickly between her legs. She spread her legs slightly and moaned, before asking me again in a voice that was hushed but inpatient.
“Tell me what he said.”
I ran both of my hands over her ass and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties. She raised her ass expectantly, sending me the clear signal that she desperately wanted her panties off. But the slow reveal was more precious to me than anything, and a big part of me was enjoying the tease. I slipped the panties down just far enough to reveal the furrow of her pussy, while leaving them stretched across the bottom of her ass.
The site of her waiting for me was exquisite, and certainly not one that I was in a hurry to deprive myself of. Her ass was still raised, as if beckoning me to pull her underwear all the way off. I could clearly see the damp spot on the fabric that had been covering her sweet box just moments before. But my hands moved past the leopard skin print, to the warm part of my wife that I was already thinking about fucking.
I moved both hands between her legs, easily slipping past the underpants that were keeping her from opening her legs up wide for me. But I had enough clearance to probe at her, and I used the fingers from both hands to tease her while her ass was still in the air. My fingers easily parted the swollen folds of her pussy, and I took my time to run my thumbs around the entirety of her wet sex. She rewarded me with a shake of her ass, as a low moan suddenly filled the room.
“Please” she said again. “Please tell me what he said.”
I enjoyed listening to her beg, because I knew at this point she was begging for more than details from my story. I slipped my fingers back into the waistband of the leopard skin panties, and started to tug slowly down the length of her thighs. She once again thrilled me by lifting her ass as I relieved her of the last bit of her clothing.
She was on her hands and knees with her wet sex exposed to me, which was one of my absolute favorite positions to have Amy in. It was a primal feeling – she was naked and vulnerable and completely at my mercy – and yet she wanted nothing more than to feel me inside of her. I rose up onto my knees, catching a whiff of her pungent excitement as I did. I looked down at my cock, hard and trembling and wet with my own excitement, and realized that the time for teasing for both of us was done.
“He talked about wanting to bend you over” I said to her as I lined my hard cock up against the swollen entrance to her pussy. “He talked about what it would be like to fuck you from behind.”
I felt her wet pussy before I even started to push, and realized she was subtly pushing herself back onto me. She was anxious and eager, and wanted my cock inside of her even as I told her about Tony wanting to fuck her. I placed my hands on her sexy hips and pulled gently, feeling her warm sex starting to surround my hard cock.
I heard Amy gasp as I felt her fully impale herself on my hard cock. I felt her pussy gripping me, causing me to realize how excited I really was. I started to move my cock back and forth, cautious to keep my pace slow and deliberate. I far closer to cumming than I had realized, and I started talking to her again in an effort to keep her worked up.
“He said he wanted to bend you over and fuck you” I told her again, and I listened to her grunt in response. “He said he wanted to feel your big tits as he fucked you.”
I kept fucking her with long, slow strokes, intent on delivering her a stiff fucking while trying to hold myself off as long as possible. I moved my hands from her hips to her back and then slipped them underneath her, latching on to her big, swinging breasts. I grabbed each of her tits and momentarily held them firmly as I fucked her, and then moved my fingers to her long, hard nipples. I was simultaneous rewarded with a moan and a tweak from her hot, wet pussy.
“Do you like that?” I asked her.
“Yessss” she panted. “If you keep playing with my tits… you’re going to make me cum… and I don’t want to cum just yet...”
I eased my hands back off her nipples, realizing that was her Achilles heel. But I kept her soft tits firmly in my hands as I fucked her.
“No” I told her, trying to ignore the rasp in my own voice. “Do you like hearing me talk about another man fucking you? Do you like thinking about another man fucking you?”
I could feel the familiar sensation of my own orgasm, simmering just below the surface. Fucking Amy always brought the teenager out in me, and talking through the fantasy of watching her with another man always took it up a couple of notches. I tried to keep the fucking slow and steady but I knew that I was on borrow time, and listening to her soft moans wasn’t helping things.
“Well, do you?” I asked again.
She didn’t answer me right away, although her sexy mouth was open with some variation of a moan escaping her lips. I moved my fingers back to her distended nipples and tweaked them both in unison, enjoying the instant clench from her vagina on my nearly explosive cock. I slid my right hand from her one nipple and slowly made my way down her midsection, teasing her to answer me.
“Yes, yes – you know I do!” she said. “It gets me hot to hear you talk like that, but I only believe half of what you tell me!”
There it was again, she still didn’t believe me…
I moved my right hand further down her body, and felt the soft beginnings of the hair at the top of her pussy. I swept my fingers through the mat of fine hard until I felt my cock – wet and hard and moving back and forth inside of her. My fingers were positioned directly over the lips of her spread-open pussy and the clitoris I knew was hiding just below. I knew I was on the brink myself, and I just wanted to give her a little nudge to push her over.
“You don’t believe me? You don’t think other men want to fuck you? You don’t think Anthony Salvo actually said those things?”
I heard her mouth open, but I didn’t give her the time to respond. My mind was fixed on the dull throb in my cock which I knew signaled the approach of my orgasm. I pushed one more time, sinking myself deep into Amy’s pussy, before moving my f
ingers down to rest on her exposed clitoris.
I started to rub her most sensitive spot, slowly but insistently in a way that I knew would set her off. She made no sound at first, but only reacted with a violent buck of her hips as she thrust her ass back against me. I could then feel her pussy reacting, gripping and releasing me in a series of muscular reactions that I was certain were beyond her control. Both reactions happened in the delicious blink of an eye – an instantaneous response to my stimulation of her clit – but it was the moans that followed that eventually pushed me over the edge.
“Oh Jesus – that’s it, don’t stop, don’t stop Mark!!!” she gasped.
I could feel her pussy gripping and releasing my hard cock, and within seconds my body tensed and I felt myself starting to cum inside of her. I grabbed onto her hips, intent to keep thrusting throughout the orgasm, and felt her body clench down on top of me as I thrusted. Her moaning continued even as I felt my cock give its final spasm and I tried to valiantly keep fucking her. Even as I finished and collapsed on the bed beside her I marveled at how hot my wife could still make me.
Chapter 3
“It gets me hot to hear you talk like that, but I only believe half of what you tell me…”
I was sitting at my desk, dissecting my wife’s words from the previous weekend. Somewhere along the line she lost confidence in herself, despite anything I said to the contrary. When she looked in the mirror what she saw was undesirable. What I saw when I looked at her was anything but.
And I couldn’t stop thinking about sharing her with other men…
We had met in college, when she had been one of the jewels of her sorority. She might have had more curves than some of the other girls, but that had been one of the things that made her stand out. If anything she had gotten sexier over the last ten years, but she didn’t see that at all. If only she could hear what other men were thinking about her…
I heard the quick, nervous rap of knuckles on my office door and looked up to see Anthony Salvo standing in the doorway to my office. He was wearing one of his trademark suits, which probably was the equivalent of a week’s worth of salary to me. But he looked uncharacteristically nervous, and the reason why was obvious to both of us. I motioned him inside and watched as he closed the door behind him.
“Hey Mark” he said as he slid into the chair opposite my desk, “I just wanted to apologize about the other night. I had no idea that was your wife, and I had a couple of drinks in me, and the stuff I said about her was way over the line…”
It was an obviously awkward apology for him to make, and the sight of him squirming as he offered it was enough to cause me to give him a quick laugh. I waved my hand at him dismissively in the air, giving him the non-verbal cue that he didn’t need to go any further. And the truth was, the more he talked, the more his words from that night started to become fresh in my mind.
“Don’t worry about it Tony” I told him, once he had stopped speaking. “Seriously, it’s no big deal. I was flattered more than anything, if you want the absolute truth.”
I watched his body relax as he settled further back into the leather chair, and his jaw started to regain his usual confident air.
“I hope this can just remain between the two of us Mark” he said. “I hope you didn’t tell your lovely wife about any of the things I said.”
My initial instinct was to lie and tell him I had told her nothing. But his rabid interest in Amy still had me intrigued, and my pause in answering him answered his question for me.
“You told her what I said?” he asked.
“Actually, yes” I told him, and I watched his jaw go slack again. “But it wasn’t in a bad context at all, believe me. We both had a pretty good laugh about it. In fact, telling her about the stuff you said led to a pretty heated session in the bedroom, if you know what I mean.”
I watched him relax again as he offered me the slightest of smiles that told me he understood.
“To be honest with you” I continued, “It was a good thing for us. I’m always trying to tell her how hot she is. She’s going through some kind of confidence thing – I don’t know if it’s a midlife thing or what. But she has zero self-confidence anymore. In fact, when all was said and done, she still didn’t really believe that you said all that stuff.”
I watched him slide forward in the chair again as my words grabbed his interest.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked. “Jesus Christ Mark, your wife was the hottest piece of ass in the banquet hall that night!”
His face registered his immediate embarrassment as he realized he had gone too far too quickly.
“What I meant to say…” he started.
“No, don’t worry about it” I said, waving him off again. “That’s what I’ve been telling her. I even told her how you had mentioned that, how the other women in the company didn’t compare, shit like that. She doesn’t believe me. You know how woman are – somewhere along the line she got some kind of negative self-image thing stuck in her head.”
“Goddamn” Tony said as he sank back into the chair. “That’s a shame man. Because, with all due respect, your wife is hot as shit. I was just a couple of minutes away from seeing how close I could get to fucking her before you told me who she was.”
He was looking away as he said it, as if remembering how Amy had looked that night at the party. My mind was already there – I was thinking about how she had looked, and about the things Tony had said about her. There was a pause in the room that wasn’t awkward, and I realized both of our minds had gone back to that night at the banquet – to Amy, and the red dress, and the things Tony had said…
“I’ll tell you” I said, realizing I was getting ready to cross a line, “I’m half tempted to bring you home and let you tell her yourself. I’m half tempted to let you tell her how hot you think she is.”
I had thrown it out as an innocent suggestion, but I was certain he understood the implication I was making. He slid forward slightly on the leather chair with his interest piqued, and I knew right away that he understood the undertone of what I was suggesting. He was like a predator who had just had a piece of raw meat thrown in front of him – a piece of raw meat in a tight red dress.
“You want me to come home with you?” he asked, with a sexual interest that was hard for him to hide. “You want me to explain to your wife how hot I think she is, after you told her all the things I said about her? You know me Mark – I am always willing to talk to beautiful women. But what exactly are you asking me?”
I could feel the testosterone level in the room increase by a couple of notches as he sat forward waiting for an answer. The implication of what I was asking was clear, and his eagerness to build the lagging confidence of my sweet wife was painfully obvious. Before I had a chance to answer his question the phone on my desk rang.
I looked at the phone display, ready to transfer any outside interruption instantly to voice mail. But in a twist of irony the caller id indicated that the phone call was coming from my own house. I took it as a sign of fate – just as the two of us were talking about her, my wife was calling to check in with me. I held up a finger to Tony and picked up the receiver of the phone.
“Hi honey” I said.
I looked at the clock on the phone as Amy chatted away. It was just past three o’clock in the afternoon on Friday, and she was giving me her usual check in call. She wanted to see if I had any plans for the evening, or if we would be going out to dinner. I glanced at Tony who was still seated in front of me, poised at the edge of the leather seat still eager from the conversation we had been having. I nodded to him as Amy asked about our plans.
“Actually” I told her as I looked at Tony, “I was talking to a coworker about grabbing a couple of drinks after work, why don’t you come out and join us?”
I listened to Amy as she enthusiastically agreed on the other end of the phone. At her core she was a social butterfly, and I knew her preference was for going out on a Friday evening to sta
rt off the weekend. But my agenda was a little bit different this evening, and I felt my cock harden even as I made the suggestion.
“And why don’t you wear that red dress?”
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Amy had paused only momentarily when I asked her to wear the dress again, but quickly acquiesced. I knew that a part of her liked wearing the dress and the way it made her feel when men looked at her. But she also knew how much I liked that fucking dress, and I knew she would want to wear it to make me happy.
And I had much more on my mind about what she could do tonight to make me happy…
We were at the end of the bar at one of our favorite after work haunts. The place was packed with people – a sea of suits and ties unwinding after the stress of another week of work. The air was full of excited chatter and the clinking of bar glasses, but I was noticing little other than what was unfolding directly in front of me. I was fixated on watching Anthony Salvo as he tried to schmooze my wife.
“I’m so glad you decide to come out with us Amy” he was saying. “I hope being out with a couple of stuffed suits like us isn’t boring for you.”
I waited until we had picked her up before letting her know who it was I would be bringing. When I introduced him by name, her face reddened, remembering the way he had talked about her just the week before. But Tony was nothing if not smooth, and had talked to her as if nothing at all had happened, putting her mind at ease. And I was now watching her nurse her second drink, as Tony made no effort to hide his interest in her.
“I owe you an apology Amy” he was saying, and I watched as he had her rapt attention. “I know Mark told you about some of the things I said about you at the party. I had no idea who you were, please accept my apologies.”
It was hard for me to pay attention to the conversation they were having. She was wearing that damn dress, and I was having trouble keeping my eyes off of the way it wrapped her body. Her cleavage was especially exposed, and I was trying desperately to remember if the dress had been opened quite that much when she had worn it at the party. She had gotten plenty of looks as we came into the bar, and I knew Tony was probably exercising every bit of restraint he had to keep from staring at her tits.
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