"Unbutton your blouse," blurts out Jim, "Let’s get a better look at those bad boys." He’s sweating and staring at your wife’s bust-emphasizing posture, mouth hanging open unconsciously.
"Jesus Jim, take it easy, will you? That’s my fucking wife you’re talking to," you laugh nervously.
Jim’s blushes and looks over at you guiltily. "Sorry man, I guess I’m a little sauced up."
"Don’t apologize, dear. It’s flattering actually," says your wife soothingly.
"Well in that case, open your blouse for sure," demands Bob crudely, eyes locked on your wife’s tits. He knocks his beer on the table loudly for emphasis.
"God Dammit, what’s with you guys?" you ask incredulously.
"Oh relax honey, they are just being honest. I bet you wouldn’t mind asking Bob’s wife to take HER shirt off," says your wife with a knowing nod.
"Maybe or maybe not, but I wouldn’t come out and ask her to," you sputter.
"Well that’s just because you haven’t gotten up the nerve," laughs your wife and you blush furiously and press your lips together. You have a cold sensation in your gut and you feel confused.
"Ok boys, I will oblige you," says you wife seriously, turning to face your guests. "If it gives you such a thrill, I think I can undo a few buttons for you." She slowly and dramatically unbuttons her blouse about half-way and leans forward with her hands on her knees. "How’s that look?" she asks.
You watch your buddies staring transfixed at your wife’s knockers. Her bra is clearly visible and her cleavage is exposed. She is shaking them slightly to make her boobs jiggle. Jim is unconsciously fingering his crotch while he checks out your wife. Bob stares for a few minutes and then leans back with a violent sigh, gripping his own crotch as he does.
"Yeah those are decent titties alright. Let’s see what else you got there," says Bob shakily.
"Oh, I’ve got plenty going on back here," laughs your wife and turns to present her large round ass for them them to inspect. "Check it out," she says encouragingly as she shakes her ass for them.
You don’t really know what the hell to say at this point, you just watch your buddies checking out your wife’s ass and then take a slug of your beer nervously.
"That looks good, but we could see it better if you took your pants off," says Jim, licking his lips.
Your wife put her hand to her mouth in mock surprise. "Now come on, gentleman. A bit of teasing is all in good fun, but I am a married woman, not a stripper."
"Yeah, you are getting off on this. Pull those pants off and show us what you got," laughs Bob. "Look at your husband. He’s beet red, but he’s not saying a word. I think he’s getting off on this too."
"Shut the fuck up," you croak, but say nothing more. Your palms are sweating and you take another swig of beer.
"Wow you guys are pretty insistent. I guess it won’t kill me to take my pants off. I’ve worn less that this at the beach after all," sighs your wife. She turns her back and unzips her jeans and starts wriggling them off. Her panties come half-way off as she is maneuvering her pants down past her generous hips and her ass crack is showing. She pulls them down further and bends over fully as they bunch up at her knees.
You hear Jim gulp and he is staring at her milky white thighs and squeezing his cock absently through his pants. Bob is gripping himself as well and nodding while she pulls her pants all the way off, her round, half-covered ass weaving back and forth as she does so. She stands and turns back to face them wearing just her panties and with her blouse mostly open, exposing her bra. Her bravado has drained away somewhat and she is covering her crotch self consciously.
Jim and Bob are both running their eyes hungrily up and down her body, and unabashedly touching themselves while they do.
You wife’s eyes widen as she notices this. "My god, you guys are practically jerking yourselves there," she says, amazed. "I just show a little skin and you guys are popping stiffies left and right. I wish I still had that effect on my own husband." You can tell she feels bolder now and she bends one knee to better show off her shapely legs.
You notice that you do actually have a raging hardon of your own at this point and don’t know what to do. You are amazed at how exciting it is for your wife to be so slutty, but you really don’t think you could handle it if things went any further. You decide to keep your mouth shut for now.
You wife watches with interest as your buddies look her body over and handle themselves. She unbuttons the last buttons of her blouse and discards it casually. "It’s odd, I’m not really wearing any less than I would if I was at the beach in a bikini. But the act of stripping in front your friends feels so…dirty. And the way they just brazenly ask to see my body and then grapple their cocks while they do… it’s sort of kinky," says your wife to you as she pinches her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra.
"Can you guys see my nipples?" she asks with concern. "They are really hard now."
Your mouth goes dry, but your beer is gone. You are frozen in place and can’t say a word.
"Take off your bra," says Bob gruffly as he kneads his cock through his jeans.
"Oh no," laughs your wife holding up her hands. "I’ve gone far enough, stripping for you guys while you just sit and ogle my body. I don’t mind putting on a little show for you, but if you want me to go further, you have to put some skin in the game too." She looks at you with a twinkle in her eye.
"What do you suggest?" croaks Jim, eyes locked on her stiff nipples.
"Well, pull out your cocks and let me see what you have," she says chuckling. "You might as well, given how you two are working your rods over there. Let me see something and I will show you a little more."
"Now hold on!" you finally manage to say, but there is no conviction in your voice.
Jim and Bob both ignore you and readily unzip their flies and pull out their stiff cocks for your wife to inspect. You can’t believe this is happening. Two of your friends are sitting on the couch, pointing hard-ons at your wife as she stands half naked in her underwear before them, promising to show them her tits.
"Come on you guys, that’s going too far," you complain.
"That’s true dear, this is going too far, but look at how hard they are. They pulled their dicks right out when I dared them. I can’t just leave them hanging now," she says as she unsnaps the front of her bra and holds it shut. "Are you guys ready?" she teases as Jim and Bob furiously jerk their cocks.
She shrugs out of her bra and your friends both let out an appreciative sound as her round breasts swing free and her hard pink nipples are revealed in their provocative stiffness. She shimmies her shoulders to make her tits dance and jiggle and you just stare in disgusted fascination as your buddies jerk off to your wife’s bouncing breasts.
"Get those fucking panties off," whispers Bob through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, do it," says Jim as he flails away at his member.
"What do I get if I do?" she asks, pulling teasingly at the sides of her panties.
"You see what I’ve got," grunts Bob, pointing his cock at her.
"What can I do with that?" she asks innocently, inching her panties down slowly.
"You’ll see," assures Bob.
"Ok, but it better be good," says your wife mock sternly. Next, she pulls down her panties and reveals the dark patch of her bush to them. You, Jim, and Bob all stand simultaneously. You are about to intervene but Jim elbows you aside and you slip and fall as he and Bob grab your wife. She shrieks with laughter as she struggles with them.
"Honey, help, they are ravishing me," she shouts. But Jim just grabs her by the hair, pulls her head down toward his crotch, and sticks his cock right into her mouth. He grunts with satisfaction as she starts sucking fitfully on his dick. You are sitting on the floor with a sickening weakness washing over you. You watch as Bob positions himself behind your wife and starts dogging her from behind. Pretty soon Bob’s hips are slapping against your wife’s ass and she is making small sounds of pleasure as her
Bob grips your wife’s hips more firmly in his hands and thrusts deeply as Jim grunts loudly and grabs your wife’s hair again. She makes a choking sound and pulls her head back slightly as he starts shooting spurts of cum into her face. "Oh Jim, Oh yeah," she says lustily. "Give me that," she moans and laps the jizz from his sticky cock. You notice that Bob has reached around and is furiously working your wife’s clitoris while he fucks her with short sharp thrusts from behind. She can’t take much of that before she throws her head back and goes into a shuddering orgasm. As the final waves pass visibly over her, Bob pokes his dick into your wife one final time and grinds himself up against her rear with a groan.
"I’m cumming inside you," he gasps.
"Yeah, do it," responds your wife, reaching back to pull gently on his scrotum.
"Oh fuck, I’m shooting more now," he says.
"Bring it," she coaxes, cheeks flushed and eyes shining from her orgasm.
Jim looks at you as he playfully slaps his now flaccid cock against your wife’s face. "I like your wife," he says. "She knows how to entertain her guests."
You get up and pull yourself together enough to give him a violent shove. He falls over the coffee table with a laugh. "Ok, Ok, I deserve that. I am out of here." He jumps up and steals a quick kiss from your wife before bolting out the door, struggling with his fly as he goes.
Bob pulls out of your wife and she turns and kneels before him to suck his softening member.
"I like you," she says. "You are forceful. You made me cum."
"Just suck it," he says tenderly looking her in the eyes.
"yes sir, I am sir," she teases.
You push her aside and she gives an indignant squawk. You shove Bob and he stumbles awkwardly backward. “Fun time is over, get the fuck out."
"Ok, buddy. Don’t get all bent out of shape. These things happen. It’s not the end of the world," he says grumpily as he tucks himself back into his pants and stalks out the door.
You look down at your wife and she looks back up at you, smiling, as she lays in a satisfied heap on the floor.
"You have to admit, that was pretty wild," she says. "We should invite them back sometime."
Two Young guys force themselves on your wife
Two younger guys from the neighborhood were helping your wife with some yard work, so she invites them in for refreshments. You are sitting at the kitchen table, having some coffee as they come inside. She is wearing a tank top and shorts and you notice the guys checking out her ample tits and round ass as they enter the room.
"You have a hot body, Mrs. Jones," says one of the guys giving you an insolent look.
"Oh yeah, sweet titties," giggles his friend.
You look up from you paper in shock, not sure what to say.
You wife is unfazed and just smiles. "Oh you two, stop teasing now, you will upset my husband. Would you like some lemonade?" She opens the fridge and bends over to look inside. The guys are following her closely and one of them gestures to other, encouraging him to slap her ass. The other goes one step further and grabs her by the hips and starts dry humping her rump.
"I don’t care about lemonade, but I will have some ass," he laughs as he grinds himself against her rear. Your wife shrieks and then starts laughing.
"Ok settle down there," you shout, but remain seated. You have no idea how to handle this.
You wife closes the refrigerator and pries him off of her ass. "My god, what’s gotten into you two," she scolds, wagging a finger at them. "I don’t mind a little rough housing, but you are going to give my husband a heart attack."
The other young man looks over at you and boldly grabs your wife’s tits and starts squeezing and kneading them. "Shit, he can watch if he wants to, we don’t mind," he says. He is looking at you with a knowing smile, wiggling his eyebrows at you as you wife yelps and tries to pull his hands off of her knockers. Meanwhile the other guy reaches down and unzips the front of her shorts and starts pulling them down.
"Ok, cut the shit you two," you shout, putting your paper aside and standing up.
You wife is laughing hysterically, gasping for breathe as she struggles with the two twenty-year-olds. She is trying to pull her shorts up with one hand while fending off the boob squeezer with her other arm, but she is clearly outmatched. Her shorts are pulled down roughly and the other boy has wriggled his hand inside her top and is pinching her nipples.
"My goodness," she exclaims, “You boys are so insistent."
You stride over to intervene, but the fellow who pulled your wife’s shorts turns and stands in your way. “Come on, don’t interfere, you don’t know how she teased us out there." he whines desperately, hunching up his shoulders.
"Go sit down, honey," says your wife, struggling to keep her top on as the other boy tries to pull it off her. "Look how horny they are. I can’t just leave them hanging like this," she says pleadingly.
You stand there in shock as guy facing you turns and help his friend pull off your wife’s top. They pause for a moment and look at her standing in her panties and transparent bra. Her nipples are stiff and her panties are wet around the crotch. She self consciously tries to cover herself as the first boy unzips his fly. His erect cock comes springing out of his shorts and his buddy pulls out his own hardon as well.
"Oh you are both so hard," she says sympathetically, staring at their junk.
The first boy goes behind her and aggressively unsnaps her bra. The other pulls her bra off and releases her large gorgeous tits. Both boys reach in to grab and squeeze you wife’s big tits, competing with each other over her nipples, which they grasp and pinch. You notice your own cock grow hard as one boy pushes the other aside so he can have your wife’s boobs to himself as he sucks and nibbles on her nipples. She pats him on the head as he chows on her tits. "There, there dear. Go ahead and suck my boobies," she says soothingly. "Then let your friend have some."
The other guy pushes in a starts licking and sucking your wife’s tits himself while the first guy reaches over and pulls your wife’s panties down. Her dark bush is exposed now and your own penis twinges at the sight of it. He then pulls his shorts down and positions himself behind her, hands on her hips, stiff cock straining toward her bare ass.
"I’ve got something for you, Mrs. Jones," he says excitedly, pushing her shoulder forward to bend her over.
The other guys pulls his own shorts off. He then grabs her by the hair and helps bend her over by pulling her face down toward his crotch. While his buddy struggles to work his cock into your wife’s puffy, exposed cunt, the guy in front slaps your wife in the face playfully with his cock. When she opens her mouth in surprise, he just pops it in.
"Suck my wang, Mrs. Jones. Suck it," he shouts, laughing. She grasps his rod by the base and obliges him. Your wife sucks vigorously on his cock, cheeks pulled in, only pausing for a second to emit a gasp as the other boy finally figures out how to get his junk inside her.
"How you like me now, Mrs. Jones," he asks triumphantly as he works himself in and out of your wife from behind. "How you you like me, now."
You wife pauses her cock sucking for a moment and says," I like you both very well, dear." Then she looks up at the boy before her and starts jerking his cock for him. "How’s this honey, do you like that," she asks tenderly.
"Uh, yeah, it’s gonna make me cum," he says stupidly, caught up in the rush of hormones. You wife responds by excitedly jerking his shaft even faster and sucking the head of his penis at the same time. You watch in fascination as he pulls out and starts shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum all over your wife’s face while the other guy is earnestly dogging her from behind.
“I wanna cum in her face too," shouts the other guy, pulling himself out of your wife and spinning her roughly around to face him. She balance herself by grasping his thighs and then grabs his stiff rod in her mouth and starts sucking it for him, gazing up into his eyes intensely as she does so.
"Holy shit," he exclaims. "What a slut you are." Then he tilts his head back and shudders.
Your wife closes her eyes and sucks the cum out of his dick until he can’t take it any more and pulls away.
"That was awesome," the guys shout at each other, pulling their shorts on quickly. "High five, Mr.Jone," they say to you, but you just stare in disbelief, unable to process what just happened. So they just shrug and high-five each other and run out the door, ignoring your wife who is laying in a sweaty, cum covered heap on the floor.
"We should get it on video next time," one says to the other as they leave.
"What should we have for dinner dear," asks your wife, absently wiping cum from her face.
"Uh, chicken I guess," you respond, sitting back at the table and shakily sipping your cold coffee.
A black guy is very forward with your wife
One morning as she dresses for work, you notice your wife pulling thigh-high stockings over her well formed legs and putting on black lacy transparent panties with a matching bra.
“That underwear is a little risqué for work, isn’t it?” you laugh, appreciating her hourglass figure as she clips little suspenders to her stockings.
“Well there is a new salesman, Jerome, at my work and he is really funny and assertive,” says your wife blushing. “He demanded that I wear some sexy underwear to work.” You notice her nipples growing erect as she continues, and she seems to be struggling to control her excitement.
You stop pulling your pants on and look up abruptly. “What the hell are you talking about?” you gasp, shocked.
“I know, it’s scandalous really. But he has this certain aggressive charm about him. He manages to make it seem like a perfectly reasonable thing to say,” her eyes are sparkling with amusement and her cheeks are flushed. “Several of the other women in the office confided to me that he made the same demands of them… and they all complied,” she says with conspiratorial air.
“But this is… I mean, is he going to ask you to show him or something?” you stutter.
-->
