“Zoe, come on. I’m not fully comfortable with this yet,” I stammered, rubbing my head in confusion.
“Right,” said Ben, pointing at me decisively. “So the question is, what can you handle, Ed?”
“You don’t want Zoe rubbing Will’s balls?” asked Arnold, grinning madly.
“It’s a little disturbing how much you are enjoying this, Arny,” I said, shaking my head. “But at this point, I could handle, I don’t know, maybe some hugging and kissing, nothing more. No ball touching.”
“What, not even though his pants?” blurted Zoe. We all looked at her in surprise and she reddened in shame. “I mean, it’s been a long time since I made out on the couch with anyone, but a proper snog definitely involves some crotch squeezing.”
“You want to grab this guy’s crotch?” I demanded, feeling jealous and a little angry.
“Well, you know, I assume he’s got a pretty good sized package down there and I wouldn’t mind checking it out a little,” said my wife, trying to hide her excitement. My rebellious cock stiffened in reaction and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
“Uh, ok, that’s too much information,” I said.
“What about second base?” asked Arnold, pointing to Zoe’s boobs. “Does the lucky guy get to squeeze Zoe’s luscious knockers?”
“Well of course,” exclaimed Zoe impulsively. She saw the look of shock on my face and covered her mouth in embarrassment. “I mean, if you approve dear. But really, it’s kind of hard to imagine fooling around without some boob action.”
“Yes, that’s true,” I admitted stiffly, fingering my boner through my pants under the table as I pictured that jerk fondling my wife on the couch while I watched.
“This is going to be so hot,” gushed Arnold. His nose was getting red from the alcohol.
“You are a goddamn pervert, Arny,” said Carl.
“Oh my gosh, I am feeling so nervous all of a sudden,” said my wife, fanning her face with her hand. “I mean, I haven’t been on a date in years. What am I going to wear?” She looked down at us and spread her arms imploringly. “Normally, I would have my girlfriends help me, but since there is no time, I need you guys to help me pick out a properly slutty outfit. I’ll be right back.”
“Slutty?” I asked grumpily. “Why not wear something modest?”
“Honey,” said Zoe, putting her hands on her hips the way she does when I forget to take out the garbage. “You and I have agreed that there is going to be some hanky panky between Will and I tonight. But he doesn’t know that yet. I can’t just come out and invite him home to make out with me. I have to send him the message with my outfit.”
“Oh my god,” I said, putting my face into my palm. “What have I gotten myself into?”
“Oh don’t worry dear, this is going to be fun, you’ll see,” chattered Zoe. Then she sprinted off to our bedroom like a teenage girl to get changed.
“Boy, she’s pretty enthusiastic all of sudden,” grumbled Carl.
“Well, to be fair, Ed has agreed to this,” said Ben, taking up the cards and shuffling them.
“Sure, she’s just excited to be going on a date. It probably makes her feel young again,” said Arnold reasonably as Ben dealt out a hand. “Ante up.”
We played out a hand and I drained one beer quickly and then pulled another round from the fridge before Zoe returned to the dining room to show off her outfit. She was wearing a short, tight black dress that clung to her ample tits and ass and her pale white upper thighs peeked out above her thigh high stockings. Even Carl had to whistle appreciatively as she presented herself to us for inspection.
“What a body!” said Arnold with admiration.
“You look very attractive, Zoe,” said Ben primly, but his glasses were literally steaming up at the sight of my wife’s curvaceous body.
“Does this dress make my ass look big?” asked Zoe with concern as she turned and bent over slightly so we could examine her rear end.
“Yes, but in a good way,” I said, as I eyed my wife’s round buttocks, perfectly outlined by the absurdly tight dress.
“I’d tap that,” muttered Arnold under his breath.
“Shut up Arny,” said Carl.
Zoe turned to face us again, smoothing her dress over her hips uneasily. “I don’t know, I feel fat. I have to suck my gut in. Do I really look sexy enough?”
“Maybe too sexy,” admitted Carl.
“Thing is, that dress is so tight, I can see the outline of your bra,” commented Arnold neutrally.
“I know, I noticed that,” said Zoe, putting her hands on her boobs. “But if I take off my bra, my boobs will be bouncing out of control.”
I think Ben surprised us all when he chimed in. “Well you are trying to send the message that you are, ah, available,” said Ben, pushing his glasses back up his nose awkwardly.
We all broke out laughing at the idea of nerdy Ben encouraging my wife to lose her bra.
“Jeez, Ben, I didn’t think you had it in you,” murmured Zoe as she deftly unsnapped her bra and slipped it off, extracting it from the front of her dress with a shrug of her shoulders. “Oh my god, they are going to sag to my waist.”
“No, they are still fairly perky,” observed Arnold, gazing with relish at my wife’s jiggling boobs.
We all watched in fascination as her nipples became flamboyantly erect.
“Everyone will be able to see when my headlights are on,” said my wife, covering her nipples bashfully with her hands.
“Well, there won’t be much doubt in Will’s mind when he sees you in that outfit,” I said. “I can’t believe I am helping my wife sex it up to attract another man. This is surreal.”
“I know honey, this is definitely the kinkiest thing we have ever done,” said Zoe, coming over to give me a peck on the cheek. As she bent over I gazed with interest down the front of her dress at her dangling cleavage and then I glanced over to see Carl’s eyes fixed on my wife’s knockers.
“Getting an eyeful there, Carl?” I asked sardonically, and he blushed with embarrassment and averted his eyes while everyone else laughed.
“Ok, I’m going off to meet my date at the bar. If all goes well, he and I will be coming back here in a couple of hours, sauced up and feeling randy,” said Zoe with a twinkle in her eye, striking a sexy pose by cocking one hip. “Wish me luck, fellas.”
“Oh boy,” I groaned.
Zoe bent over again to take my face in her hands and I knew that everyone was looking down the front of her dress again. “Ed, you and I are going to have some extremely steamy sex once this is over. Can’t you feel it?”
“Yes, I think you are right,” I said, looking up at her lovingly. “I feel those butterflies in my belly that I haven’t felt since we first started dating.”
“Me too!” she said brightly. “Bye bye, see you later,”
And with that she was gone, striding out of the room to go seduce another man.
“Wow, I hope you can handle this my friend,” said Carl, clapping me on the shoulder.
The hours went by and we carried on our card game, but I just couldn’t take my mind off my wife. I kept picturing her flirting with Will, bending over to show him her cleavage or rubbing up against him as they got drunk at the bar together and my gut wrenched with jealousy at the thought of it.
“You’ve been losing all night,” commented Ben, showing me his two aces and scraping the chips toward himself.
“He’s been distracted thinking about his wife with that other guy,” said Carl, looking pointedly at Arnold.
Arnold pulled at his collar defensively. “Well, come on, it’s not my fault this is happening, Carl.” But Carl just gazed at Arnold coldly and said nothing. “Hey, Ed, look, lighten up man. If you change your mind about this this, you can always call it off and we will throw this Will guy out on his ass.”
“Shit, that’s just it, Arny,” I said, throwing down my cards and taking up my beer. “It wasn’t your damn idea, it was this guy Will’s damn
idea, and my wife suddenly felt someone paying attention to her in a way that I just can’t anymore. I mean, I love my wife, but after twenty years, the mystery is gone. We are both known quantities to each other. Should I deny her a little fun with another guy because of my petty insecurities and jealousy?”
“Fuck, Ed,” said Carl, looking at me sadly. “You are making me feel like a heel for breaking it off with Linda.”
“Do you ever talk to her?” asked Ben gently.
“Sure, we make arrangements on who the kids will come to visit on holidays,” said Carl. “Dammit, I’m calling her tomorrow. I’m seeing this whole thing in a new light. I cried like a baby when she cheated on me. It crushed my precious ego. But it didn’t have to end like that. I want to give it another chance.”
“Hey, good for you man, you do that,” said Arnold, acting serious for once.
Just then the door opened and my wife and Will came stumbling into the dining room arm-in-arm, giggling drunkenly. They positively stunk of booze and pot. My wife’s hair and makeup was a mess and her stockings were full of runs. Will is a big guy, over six feet tall and maybe 250 lbs. I gritted my teeth at the way he draped his muscular arm possessively around my wife and how she clung submissively to his side.
“Holy fuck, you weren’t kidding,” gasped Will, taken aback at the sight of our poker game. “Your goddamn husband is playing poker with his buddies right here.” He gaped stupidly at us for a second with his mouth hanging open.
“Of course, that’s what I told you, silly,” said my wife, slurring slightly and rubbing Will’s belly in a disturbingly sexual gesture as she snuggled against his chest. I noticed that Will had a raging hardon that was pitching a tent in his tacky pleated dockers.
“Ah, hello you two,” I said, feeling my ire rise and pulse quicken at the sight of my wife being so intimate with this other guy. “Will, these are my old friends, Arnold, Ben, and Carl,” I said carefully, gesturing at my pals in turn. “Guys, this is Will, my wife’s friend from work.”
“Smells like you two have been smoking some strong weed,” said Arnold with pursed lips.
“Omigod, I am so stoned right now,” babbled my wife gaily. “We smoked a bowl in Will’s truck and, uh,” she glanced at me shyly, “we fooled around a little.”
I knew that she would, and I was resolved to let her have a bit a fun with Will, but my stomach dropped when she admitted it. My eyes went dark and I gasped for breath.
Will looked down at me in frank surprise. “Zoe said that you were cool with this and I didn’t believe her. She said that we could come in her and fool around a little more in front of you, but that we had to follow some rules, and I thought she was just pulling my leg. Fuck this is some kinky shit you people are into. All your buddies wanna watch too?”
“What’s the matter, will that give you performance anxiety?” asked Ben, tilting his head to the side quizzically.
“Fuck no, I think I’m gonna get off on this shit,” said Will. “So Ed, Zoe said that I could squeeze her boobies in front of you. Is that right? I mean, are you giving me permission to feel up your wife?” He looked me right in the eyes with a broad grin on his face.
I wanted to get up and punch him right in his gloating face, but I swallowed my bile and just sneered at him.
“Don’t be like that, baby,” cooed Zoe, rubbing Will’s chest. “Let’s go into the living room and let these guys play poker.”
“Zoe, you gotta admit, it’s pretty weird to fool around with a wife while the husband is sitting right there. I just want to make sure Ed’s cool with me touching your ta-tas.”
“You already did that plenty in the car,” she giggled, looking up at him with big doe eyes. I groaned at the look of admiration on her face.
“I want to hear it from his own mouth,” said Will, looking over at me and arching his eyebrows.
“Don’t be a dick,” muttered Carl, irritably.
Zoe looked over at me with chagrin but said nothing. “No, Carl, he’s right,” I forcing a sigh. “Will, I told Zoe that you two could fool around a little,” I said tightly.
“Yeah? So I can touch her boobs like this then?” he asked, reaching over and bolding grabbing one of my wife’s nice round breasts in the palm of his hand. “Like this?” I watched with a dry mouth as he kneaded my wife’s boob in his hand while Zoe watching my reaction guiltily.
“Uh, yeah,” I said, struggling to breath while my blood pounded in my ear. “If she’s ok with it.”
“I like it,” breathed Zoe, tilting her head back to nuzzle and kiss Will’s neck.
“How about if I pinch her nipple?” he asked haughtily, locating my wife’s areola and tweaking it with his thumb and forefinger until it grew stiff and erect. My wife moaned softly and started licking Will’s neck while he wagged his eyebrows at me and fingered her nipple.
My blood was boiling at this point, but my dick started to swell at the sight of this guy pinching my wife’s tit in front of me. I looked around the table and all my friends were watching Will work my wife’s boob with fascination.
“Let’s go in the living room, baby,” urged my wife, pulling his hand away from her boob and holding it in her own. “You are making me too hot.”
“Yeah, I am getting hot too, feel this,” he said, taking her hand and putting it forcefully onto the big bulge in his pleated dockers.
“Oh, boy,” she gasped gripping his shaft through his pants. “Are you happy to see me or what?” she tittered.
“Ahh, ok, now,” I said, holding up my hands.
“Honey, you said I could,” pleaded Zoe. “His thing is really, really hard,” she exclaimed with a strange innocence as she gripped the head of his dong in one hand and pinched down along the shaft with the other, making him grunt with satisfaction. “And it’s big too.”
“Ok, but,” I complained weakly. “It’s hard to watch.”
“I like watching,” blurted Ben, surprising everyone. He had to pull his glasses off and wipe the fog from them so he could see.
“Oh yeah, nerdy guy?” he asked smugly. “Watch this dance I taught Zoe tonight. It’s a black dance called the grind.”
“Oh, I don’t think Ed would like that,” she said, looking at me with trepidation.
“Come on,” demanded Will, spinning my wife around easily and pushing her forward so that she was bent over at the waist. My pals and I got a nice view of her swinging cleavage as Will positioned himself behind my wife and started grinding his crotch against her rear.
“Omigod, I can really feel it,” she gasped. “I like that, it’s pushing against my hoo-ha.”
“Ok, ok, no dry humping,” I said, my palms slick and my cock stiff from watching this rude prick dry hump my wife in front of me and my friends.
“I think she likes it though,” complained Will, giving my wife a few more thrusts before stopping.
“I do like it, Will,” she said. “I like it a lot. It’s making me wet.”
“Ok, honey, ok,” I said, holding up my hands. “Too much information.”
“Sorry, baby,” she said, standing upright. “But I’m super drunk and stoned and super horny right now.”
“Hey before we go make out in the living room, why don’t you, you know, go take your dress off?” asked Will, gripping his jock with both hands. “Can she do that, Ed? Is that allowed?”
“I mean, we hadn’t discussed that,” I stammered.
“It should be allowed,” chimed in Ben. “You never specified that she couldn’t.”
“Listen to Ben,” laughed my wife, clapping her hands together drunkenly. “He’s dying to see me naked.”
“Well, not naked, you still have your panties on I assume,” corrected Ben awkwardly.
“I want to see you naked,” said Arnold frankly. “That would be super hot.”
“I have to agree,” muttered Carl.
“You guys are supposed to be on my side here,” I complained.
“I think you are overruled, honey,” said Z
oe. She came over and gave me a sloppy smooch on the cheek, then clumsily pulled her dress up and off over her head. She tossed it aside and stood there topless, in just her panties and stockings while we all gazed at her amazing tits, swinging freely. Her ears were bright red with lust but she covered her stiff pink nipples modestly with her hands, while Will grabbed her around the waist and dragged her off to the living room without another word. He picked up my wife and tossed her onto the couch, making her cackle with laughter. I watched in sick horror as he climbed on top of her and buried his face in her chest.
“Uh, you guys,” I called lamely.
“Play nice, play nice,” laughed my wife, pushing Will away. “Now let’s just kiss nicely, ok?”
Will obliged, sliding off Zoe and sitting next to her. They wrapped their arms around each other and were kissing each other on the mouth passionately within moments.
“Oh, man, watching Zoe make out topless with that big prick is given me a massive hardon,” breathed Arnold.
“I hate to admit it, but me too,” said Carl.
“Would it be bad form if I unzipped and started jerking off while I watched?” asked Ben politely.
We all laughed, looking at Ben in amazement.
“Ben, I can’t believe you,” I said, shaking my head. “You want to spank your monkey watching my wife fool around on the couch?”
“Look at him, he’s got his hands all over her bare chest,” hissed Arnold, gripping his crotch under the table.
I turned to watch as Will and Zoe kissed passionately, tongues flicking between open mouths. Just as Arnold said, Will’s hands roved freely over my wife’s bare chest, weighing her hefty boobs in his hand one moment and pinching her pink nipples the next. For her part, Zoe tugged insistently on the bulge in Will’s pants. I could hear her whimpering in passion as they made out and my innards were tied in knots of jealousy. But I felt like jerking off too, and my penis stood stiffly at attention.
“Honey, I’m just going to, uh,” Zoe said, pulling her mouth away from Will’s for a second so she could unzip his fly. I watched in shock as she extracted his huge phallus from his trousers. “Oh my god, what a beautiful penis,” she gasped, staring at Will’s cock as she fingered it’s red bulbous head and thick, veiny shaft.
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