During a recent holiday get together with friends from our local organization (that shall remain nameless). We met a restaurant on a “hill” for drinks and appetizers. Since my wife had lost a recent bet with me, I told her that she had to go to this event in a short dress and no panties. She commented on how cold it was outside, I told her to wear a garter belt and stockings. (She did not) She knew that she could not welch on the bet. I have lost many of our bets over the past few years and made good with each. I told her that I would go commando just so she would not feel left out. She reluctantly agreed with a smile.
We arrived at the restaurant and took our seats at the end of a very long table. My wife was on my left. I ordered bourbon, neat and she ordered an Amaretto sour. After about 15 minutes of small talk with friends, we needed to decide on an appetizer. There were not enough menus to go around so my wife and I had to share. The oversized menus were almost novelty sized. I took this opportunity to caress my wife’s bare clit. She looked surprised but opened her legs slightly to allow better access. She was blushing and giggling as I spread her lips and probed inside her.
The lady across the table from us asked what was so funny. We both hid behind the menu giggling like idiots. I looked up at her and said “it’s an inside joke” my wife burst into laughter. The lady just looked at us with a blank expression. She was a familiar face among the guests, she was about 45, long blonde hair, and beautiful facial features. Her bra was harnessing what appeared to be very large breasts judging by her display of cleavage. I started to apologize, and she interrupted by saying “its ok”.
The waitress appeared out of nowhere on my right, the open end of the table and asked if we were ready to order. The lady across from us ordered the Lobster Bisque; she elbowed her husband who was engaged in a very friendly conversation with a young woman. He just held up his empty beer glass to the waitress and turned his attention back to the young woman. The waitress looked at my wife and I said “Lobster Bisque” only because I had just heard it and did not have enough time to view the other options. She looked at my wife and said “and for you”? Before she could respond I plunged my finger into her as far as possible trying to find her “G” spot without drawing too much attention. She quickly straightened up in her chair, handed the menu to the waitress and said “nothing for me, thank you”. I asked her to bring us two more drinks and asked the lady across the table if she wanted anything. She responded, “Yes, I’ll have your house white”.
With my left arm around my wife’s shoulder and my finger buried inside her, I probed gently, whispered in her ear and kissed her neck. This was a lethal combination for her, inside of 4 minutes I felt her contract and felt a quick squirt in my hand. She whispered to me, “I have to use the ladies room and clean up. Our waitress appeared again with our drinks. I pulled my dripping fingers out from inside my wife and she quickly adjusted her dress as she stood up. With great care, I placed my cum covered fingers in my bourbon and slowly stirred. I held the glass up to eye level and marveled at the way the two ingredients interacted in the glass. As I prepared to swallow, I noticed the lady across from me looking directly at me with her blank expression. I gave her a polite smile and sampled my drink. She leaned forward towards me from across the table. Displaying a generous amount of cleavage, she looked around and said, “That was the hottest thing I have ever witnessed”.
I thought that my wife and I were very discrete due to the number of people and commotion that surrounded us our activity went unnoticed. I smiled at her, a guilty smile and drank from the glass.
She said “so… how’s your drink”? I hesitated and said…”exhilarating. Thank you, two of my favorites”. She leaned back in her chair and drank from her glass. “I can’t even tell you how long it has been since my husband… well never mind”. Slightly shaking her head in obvious disgust and turning her head in the direction of her husband. From this display I detected some frustration, I said, “communication is important”. “Only if somebody listens” she responded. “I’m listening” I said. At that moment my wife returned. I stood to receive her, she said that Kim just arrived and we needed to talk about… I interrupted and said “ok, ok. I whispered in her ear “I got what I wanted”. She blushed and walked away. My new lady friend watched me as I sat down, and for the first time smiled, and drank the remainder of her wine and motioned the waitress for more.
It started to get crowded as the remaining guests arrived. I was asked to move our chairs to the end of the table so everyone could be seated. As I sat down, I accidently bumped knees with my new lady friend which was odd because this was only possible if her legs were spread. My new seating arrangement also gave me a much better perspective of her majestic breasts. I may have been mistaken but it would have appeared that one of her buttons on her blouse became undone.
She commented that sex was more of a chore for her husband and he only liked one position, and he never “complimented” her anymore. I said “the greatest compliment a man can give a woman is an orgasm. I compliment my wife all the time, on her face, tits, ass, stomach” She laughed out loud, loud enough to draw the attention from the others within proximity to our position at the end of the table. (Except her husband) She asked “what about your wife does she… well …compliment you”? I said “yes, sometimes I’ll just sit in front of her and wait for her to finish all over me”. She leaned in close to me and whispered “I think she complimented me earlier”. I smiled and said “I would have licked it off of you if I had known”. She squirmed in her chair.
She looked around and said to me “what if I wanted to compliment you”? I said “right here? Right now”? She shook her head, looked around again and slipped her hand inside her blouse and extended her bra and blouse to allow me to view her beautiful breast. Her nipple was erect and beckoning me for attention. She discretely pulled down her bra on one side and covered her breast with her blouse.
At that moment, my wife was approaching and I stood to receive her. She did not notice my hard-on through my pants; she only stopped for a minute to get her phone and to introduce me to Joan. I extended my hand to Joan. Joan looked at the obvious bulge in my pants knowing that she was responsible for and smiling. She extended her hand. My wife quickly walked away, focused on her phone. Her hand was hot and wet. I could feel the heat in the palm of my hand. She made sure to let me know exactly what was happening by gently squeezing my hand. I withdrew my hand and sat down in my chair. I leaned back in my chair so she could see what was happening in my pants and licked the palm of my hand. She said “well”? I shook my head in disappointment, thought about it for a minute, looked around and said “do you have anymore”? She thought about it for a moment, looked around and picked up a spoon from the table as if she was stealing it. I slowly grabbed and squeezed my cock in my pants, showing her the entire outline while I tried to peek at her breast. She worked the spoon, opened her blouse just enough for me to see and stared at me massaging my cock through my pants. She looked around and pulled the spoon from between her legs. She handed it to me. It was beautiful. A pool of cloudy and clear fluid swam back and forth in the spoon during the transfer. I held it up and plunged the tip of my tongue into it. It was very hot, her feminine scent, exquisite. I proceeded to put the spoon into my mouth and rotated it to allow all of it to reside on my tongue and pulled the spoon from my mouth. I looked around, and then I looked at her and opened my mouth slightly so she could see it, and I swallowed. It was delightful; I could feel it coat my throat. It was slightly bitter, salty and very warm.
The waitress arrived with our drinks and appetizers at the same time my wife arrived. I stood again to receive her and my cock was practically exploding out of my pants and was very noticeable to both my wife and to Joan. My wife opened her eyes wide with a disapproving stare. As she looked at Joan, Joan quickly took her eyes off my pup tent and busied herself with her appetizer. My wife whispered to me in hushed tones “did you know she was staring at you’re…” I interrupted, I said “you started it… wait, I started it, yes, I started it”. She looked over at Joan; Joan gave her a gracious smile. My wife looked at me and I said “she knows”. My wife turned red with embarrassment and placed her hands over her face. At first I thought she was crying, but she was laughing. She eventually looked up with tears in her eyes and started apologizing profusely to Joan. She started to nervously explain the details of our betting practices and Joan, pushing her appetizer away and dabbing her mouth with her napkin, only to revel her magnificent pubic mound and open legs her napkin was hiding. She pointed to the inside of her thigh and said “when you squirted, you hit me right here”. I looked at my wife and her expression was frozen in surprise. “I offered to clean it up” I said to my wife. Joan said “I made sure I got to it before it got cold” with a sultry grin. “She tastes great doesn’t she” I said proudly. Joan smiled and turned her stare at my wife’s dress as if to peek under it. My wife looked around and hiked up her dress just enough to tease Joan with a quick view of her beauty.
Isn’t that you husband”? Said my wife to Joan; gesturing to the man on her right. “Yes, but he doesn’t even know that I go out in public without panties. He has very little interest”.
My wife has never been interested in woman and why she just exposed herself to Joan was a complete surprise to me. Maybe because they shared some sort of bond due to the fact that they were both not wearing panties. Using my fingers, I spread my wife wide open to display my wife to Joan. She responded using a similar technique. My wife looked around and unfolded a napkin. She placed the napkin in my lap similar to Joan’s method. My wife fumbled while trying to undue my pants under the napkin and Joan was just sitting and obviously enjoying our struggle. I said wait a minute, I looked around and casually pulled my pants down around my ankles.
There I was, sitting in a chair, pants around my ankles, two beautiful women on either side of me with no panties on, the taste of Joan still permeating in my mouth and nothing but a thin piece of linen covering my pulsating cock. My wife was fingering herself while watching me and so was Joan. My wife grabbed my cock with her hot sticky hand and stroked me slowly. Joan pulled her fingers out from between her legs and licked them watching my wife stroke my cock. Joan looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to our little party and the corner of the restaurant, and lifted up the napkin to peak. My glistening cock in my wife’s hand was impressive. She looked at my wife and licked her lips. My wife squeezed my cock and a bead of pre-cum rolled out and down the head of my cock. Joan quickly placed her hand near where it was about to drip off. She played with it for a moment, looked around and exposed her breast to us and carefully encircled with nipple with it. She then squeezed her breast with her hand and massaged it in. Then she gently covered up making sure no one noticed.
The waitress was approaching so my wife released my cock and placed her elbows on the table to block the waitress view of what was hiding under the napkin. We ordered more drinks. Joan said to my wife “I need to use the ladies room” as she gingerly placed her huge breast back into her bra and adjusted her blouse. My wife laughed and said “ok, Greg don’t go anywhere”. I was petrified, what the hell am I going to do with this” pointing to the napkin. As Joan stood up she looked around and lifted her dress enough to expose her pubic mound to my face and gently allowed her long pubic hair caress my face for an instant as my wife was gathering her things.
I felt my cock uncontrollably surge and a small amount of hot semen filled my navel. I needed a distraction. I pulled my cell phone from my shirt pocket and pretended to place a call and to be talking to someone.
After about 10 minutes my wife and Joan appeared from across the room They came back to the table laughing at my situation and my wife said, “Want to see what we been doing”? I said “hell yes”. I also noticed that as they were walking back to the table both my wife and Joan were no longer wearing bras. Especially Joan, her large breasts were bouncing and jiggling slightly as she walked my wife not so much, she is very perky and firm however, and I know when she is not wearing a bra. The first picture was a taken by my wife as a reflection from the mirror in the restroom; my wife in front of Joan and Joan’s hands holding her breasts. The next picture was similar only their position reversed. This was the first time I got to see Joan’s breasts in all there glory. My wife was holding them for display. The next picture was my wife sitting on the sink counter; legs spread wide and her head back. The next picture was Joan sitting on the sink counter. Joan’s voluptuous body exhibited a sexuality the reaffirmed my appreciation for larger women. Next was a movie. It showed my wife’s clit being poked and rubbed by Joan’s fully erect nipple. As her nipple briefly stuck in the hood of my wife’s clit, it flicked away a drop of my wife’s fluid that landed on her stomach. Joan quickly licked off as it slowly rolled down. The graphic nature of these images was something I would have never imagined my wife would be a part of. The next movie was my wife’s face just centimeters away from Joan’s hungry pussy. I noticed some apprehension as she looked at Joan’s most intimate of areas. Then, without warning, her face was, what appeared to forcibly pushed into Joan’s hairy muff. With her eyes closed, I could tell her tongue was buried deep inside Joan. Her sexual appetite for Joan’s pussy was exciting. As she backed off a little to lick Joan’s clit, Joan’s pubic hairs stuck to her face by the amount of juice Joan provided. I turned and looked at my wife and sure enough, her face was glazed and the familiar scent of Joan was permeating the air. Joan sat next to me and drank the remainder of wine in her glass.
Her face had a slight glaze as well. She said, “Your wife promised me something”. I said, “really… what?’ “She promised that I would be able to taste you as well”. My wife was sitting on my left, hand buried between her legs, just as Joan was. My wife looked around and grabbed my balls with her hot sticky hand and gently pulled on them. Joan grabbed my cock with her fist and placed the empty wine glass near the tip. She stroked and squeezed my cock until she knew I was ready the cum. She bent it in a slightly sideways as I unloaded in her glass. She made sure not to miss a drop by pulling and squeezing my cock with precision. I gave her 5 maybe 6 good jets of cum. She looked around making sure no one was looking. She brought the glass up and set it on the table. I was amazed at the amount of my cum that was in the glass. Joan looked at it, and then looked at my wife. “It looks like there’s enough for two” she said. She pushed the glass in the direction of my wife and she gladly accepted. She took a small sip and handed it back to Joan. Joan commented how warm it was and stuck her finger in it. My cum looked great on her red nail polish and she immediately massaged it on her clit. She looked the glass and poured it in her mouth. She showed it to my wife as she rolled it around in her mouth, a little dripped off of the corner of her mouth and she swallowed. She placed the glass back on the table, looked around and started rubbing her clit. Using both hands, eyes shut and my cum still visible on the side of her mouth she ejaculated under the table. I felt her hot cum on my leg. My wife whispered to Joan, “you got me way over here.” She looked at my wife and said next time I’ll be able to aim better”. I started to pull up my pants as discreetly as possible; I still had a good stiff hard on. The waitress showed up, she leaned over and said to my wife, “make sure you send me those pictures we took in the restroom”. I looked at my wife in stunned silence. My wife and Joan laughed.
I only took one picture that evening of my beautiful wife. I’ll post it sometime. As for Joan, we are anticipating another meeting with her and I’m sure another story and or pictures will follow.
Greg
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6943bp/holiday_cheer_medina_ohio
That was great story. If further exploits exist, please share. Thank you.
Have you posted before? I think I’ve read this one somewhere already.