A Visit From Our Friend Dave Turns Delightful !

A Visit From Our Friend Dave

My wife K and I have been married for 21 years, and have four k**s. K is average height and very pretty, shoulder length red hair, and large breasts with magnificent large, puffy nipples. She’s fairly reserved in public but relishes sex, She has a kinky side to her that few know about. Her sexual fantasies range from outside sex to DP to tasting another beautiful woman. She can get on the noisy side while approaching and having orgasms which she enjoys as a marathon. Its nothing for her to cum six to ten times in a session of hot steamy sex. And I love to help to produce them. Nothing quite like a warm sloppy K pussy. Keeping these facts in mind, consider what happened to us last Friday night.

My longtime friend Dave M. stopped over for a few days on his way to California. K and I decided to send the k**s to the grandparents Friday night, mix up some margaritas poolside, and catch up on old times with our friend. We got into our swimsuits, put on some music, and cranked up the blender.

Within a couple hours, K was feeling no pain (read thatgetting pretty drunk) and suddenly announced we were doing shots (this from someone who has maybe one glass of wine every two months). She cut up some limes, grabbed the salt, and brought out the Patron Silver. Somewhere around the fifth or sixth shot I wasn’t surprised to catch Dave staring at K’s big tits straining against her thin bikini top they were hard to miss as her big nipples were practically showing out both sides of small bit of material covering them. What I was surprised by was the fact it really turned me on. I had never given anything like that a thought.

Wanting to explore these feelings, I suggested we do some body shots, much to Dave’s delight, but not so much K’s. Even hammered, it took some cajoling to get her to lay down on the table, but it quickly became obvious she seriously enjoyed Dave’s slurping tequila from her navel her face flushed bright red, and her nipples poking huge enough to pop her top. When Dave excused himself to go take a leak, it was my turn. As I leaned down for the drink, I slipped a couple fingers past her bikini bottom, and into what felt like warm pudding. She was drippy wet and creamy. I was floored (and stimulated) by how incredibly turned-on she was. Meanwhile Dave was peering out the bathroom window hoping to catch a glimpse of K’s nakedness and was enjoying with what he was watching. As he slid his hand inside his swim suit his member was already stiff he continued to watch us and stroke himself for a few minutes but thought he had better get back to the pool before he was missed. Dave pulled up his suit over his cock and headed outside. I was enjoying the sticky warm juices around my fingers and before I could say a word, Dave was coming through the door and I quickly pulled out my fingers, but clearly not fast enough, judging by the open-mouthed expression on Dave’s face. After a second of silence, K burst out laughing. All I could think to say was I was looking for my car keys,” (a pretty good adlib, considering my state at the time). Dave’s reply was, Thanks for torturing me, I haven’t even seen one of those for over four years (since his divorce). We all laughed, but it was a little uncomfortable, to say the least. At that point I had to slip away to the bathroom myself, not only to take a leak, but to wait for my erection to subside. It took awhile as I couldn’t quit thinking of how horny K was, and what kind of fun we were going to have later. I also couldn’t stop thinking of Dave seeing K’s pretty pussy, and again, this thought excited me to no end. I forced myself to quit thinking about it so I could get back.

Back on the patio I found Dave sitting at the table watching K snore in a ****** slumber. I couldn’t help but feel disappointed that my fantasized sex-fest probably wasn’t going to happen. I slipped a lounge pillow under K’s head and sat down and chatted with my friend. I was still embarrassed and apologized to Dave for making him feel uncomfortable by what he’d seen. He laughed and replied that it was the “closest thing to sex” he’d experienced in years, then added, “And if you cover that, I swear I’ll kill you.” It took me a second to figure out what he was talking about until I followed his gaze to K’s tasty crotch in front of him, and the fuzzy, plump labia protruding from the edge of her bikini. Evidently her suit caught in her crack when I pulled my fingers out - it had been staring Dave in the face from about a foot away. I jumped up to cover her, but again felt the thrill of my wife’s sexuality on display, and changed my mind. “I’v always liked the idea of sharing that pretty pussy with others,” I said as I sat back down. Dave gave me the thumbs up, and for the next hour we drank and traded stories of sexual frustration while staring at my shy wife’s finely trimmed patch.

After another hour and too many drinks we were both sitting there in a quiet stupor. Watching Dave staring at K’s crotch, there was no doubt he was thinking the same thing I was. I suddenly decided to do what I had been sitting there fantasizing about: I reached over and picked up the knife we were cutting limes with and carefully cut the strap on K’s top, freeing her perfect nipples and full size boobs. Dave sat up, eyes the size of saucers. I then reached down and cut the side straps on her bikini bottom and peeled down the piece of fabric, exposing what at that moment was the most beautiful pussy I’d ever laid eyes on, even if I had seen it a thousand times before. I took my chair and admired my handiwork. We both sat there without saying a word for probably 20 minutes, staring at my wife’s beautiful body, watching the rise and fall of her round belly and the gentle swaying of her fat, towering nipples. When he finally spoke, Dave said, “Now, this is worse than torture.” That’s when I excused myself and went to bed. Yes, I really did.

I left because as I watched Dave look upon my hot milfs naked body, I realized at that drunken moment that all I wanted was to watch him fuck her, and that wasn’t going to happen with me sitting there. Adding to this desire, was the knowledge that from c***dhood, Dave always had the biggest dick of any of us guys, and the thought that it was mere inches from my wife’s naked pussy, excited me to no end. I was banking that my sexually frustrated and extremely drunk friend would be unable to resist the naked feast lying in front of him. As for my wife, I was too excited to even consider what her reaction might be if he did I was pretty certain she was too drunk to wake up, let alone care, if he did actually touch her.

After taking a leak and setting the coffeemaker, I went into our bedroom and to the window. I pulled the curtain aside and peered out to patio. As my eyes adjusted, my heart jumped into my throat not only was Dave standing over my wife with his fingers in her hot puss, but K had her legs open wide, and her right hand was rapidly pumping Dave’s swaying long fat cock. She was definitely awake, and apparently no less horny. As I watched the incredible scene unfolding not more than six feet in front of me, I couldn’t believe this woman was my wife, K turned her head and pulled Dave’s cock into her mouth. As I watched her sucking a man’s big cock and I was enjoying it greatly , I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy. After a minute or two, I couldn’t keep my hand off my pulsating dick and grabbed hold as I watched them and heard them moan together I slowly pumped and rubbed head of my stiff cock.
Dave pulled away and climbed onto the table, turning K over onto her hands and knees, then moving behind her where he slowly pressed the bulbous head of his penis into that familiar place I knew so well. K let out a gasp as he worked it into her.

My thoughts at that point were so surreal I was watching my friend slide his long fat penis into my sloppy wet horny wife who was at this point grunting loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood. Unreal doesn’t begin to describe what I was witnessing.

As Dave sunk to his balls into K, she shuddered and moaned, loudly begging him to
fuck her harder, faster, deeper. I would have never thought she could take such a huge cock complete. But oh she did and she enjoyed it immensely. I slid the window open a bit so I could hear the slurping sounds as Dave pumped his cock in and out of her. Suddenly, his whole body stiffened and K’s legs started quivered uncontrollably, as he appeared to pump wave after wave of semen into her. After several minutes he pulled out his lengthy staff, and I watched a thick rope of cum ooze from my wife’s slick, quivering snatch. My knees buckled and I sat down on the bed, trying to catch my breath.

As I pulled off my swimsuit to get into bed before my wife came in, I hadn’t even realized that I had ejaculated all over my suit and down my leg, no wonder I couldn’t stand. I got beneath the covers just as K staggered through the door and into bed, obviously too drunk and exhausted to even think about showering. For a few minutes she lay still beside me, and I assumed she had fallen asleep. A heavy smell of sex filled the air as I tried to process what the hell had just happened. I was contemplating slipping into the bathroom to relieve myself (again?) and clean up when I felt a hand slide across my stomach, down to my sticky crotch, and grasp my gooey, erect member.

Neither of us said anything as K slowly pumped my cock. She then leaned over and reeking of booze, whispered in my ear, “Baby, I hope you have more where that came from.” She straddled me and guided my throbbing cock into her slimy heat. I lasted all of about a minute before the incredible sensation of sliding in a hot cum-filled pussy triggered the longest, hardest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. Minutes late we were both fast asleep, at least until 5 AM when I awoke to K sucking my cock to erection, just before she slid on for another juicy ride one of six (seven?) that weekend. I learned Saturday that it had been K who woke to find herself naked, and Dave sitting beside her masturbating. It turns my horny K grabbed my friend’s cock and started the whole thing.
drunk or not I'm pretty sure its something she's wanted for a long time.
To say that night altered K’s sexuality would be a huge understatement. While she enjoys fantasizing about it, so far we have not included anyone else in our lovemaking. We are, however, both very much looking forward to Dave’s Next visit.