The house party invite [distracted wife]

She came home late one night from a friends house. Another makeup party, where her friend was selling her wares. Over priced, “high-quality” stuff you could only get from this friend. It was all the rage right now among her friends. All of them were married mothers, normal day to day ladies who attacked to grind of motherhood. Most of them had a part-time gig or a money making bit. This friend sold makeup to her friends. Another sold press-on nails. One sold leggings and dresses.
“How was the makeup tonight?” I asked as my wife came bopping through the door. She smiled and held up a could little bags of goodies she’d purchased. She showed me the wares and explained what they were for. I was still confused even after the crash course of the application. “There’s all this cool stuff! And she’s coming out with more next month!”
“Super rad!” I said, trying to sound like I knew how awesome it was.
“Next Friday is Jenna’s leggings party! And the Tuesday after that is Michelle’s nail party! Can I go to those?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” I said “I can take the kids.”

“Oh you’re the best!” She planted a kiss on me. And then another and another. And her hand wandered to my crotch.

She was really good. Everything she did was really, really good. Her skills in “the arts of the bedroom”, I mean. I had told her many times about loving how she went down on me. How she stroked me. How she used me to get herself off. It was all just…incredible.

The problem was that she was gone to her parties so often that by the time she got home, I was beat. After working all day, then taking care of the kids, it was just a lot to handle. So, many nights I was asleep before she got back.

“Honey, can’t you do a party here?” I asked, hoping that she would be able to hang out with me a bit more if it were in our own home.
“Well, I don’t have anything to sell.” she pouted as she continued to harden the cock in my pants.

“You could sell something that you know really well. You’re great at baking and cooking. Maybe sell tickets to come to a cooking class taught by you?”

She unzipped my pants and pulled me out, put her mouth around the end of my penis and mused on the idea. Humming, “hmmmmmmm”. The vibration of which had the expected results and I twitched.
“I don’t know if I’m THAT good at cooking. Wouldn’t that look pretentious or like I’m trying to assume that I’m super good at it?”
She popped me back in her mouth and waved her tongue over all the right spots. A stream of saliva drooled down the side of my shaft and she palmed it, not letting it go to waste, she stroked the bottom half of me, where it was harder to get to with gagging.

“Maybe you could sell them your house keeping tips! Everyone comments on how clean our house is!”

“Yeah maybe,” she said between some deep throating attempts. It was getting harder to come up with new ideas as my mind began to center solely up what was going on in my lap.

She continued on for about a minute until I began slightly thrusting into he me mouth. She paused. Popping me out again and said, “I don’t know if I have skills that are specialized enough to sell.”

I pushed her head back down to urge continuance. “Baby, you need to sell your blowjob skills!” I said off handedly.

She knew that she’d need her mouth for a while so her hands began to stroke my heavily salivated cock.
“No way would they come to a party like that! …well, Jenna probably would, honestly. But no one else.”

“Doesn’t Christy sell dildos and crap?” I said knowing that just a year ago, my wife bought one from her.

She turned a bit flush and said, “ No she doesn’t sell them regularly. She just had that one and I liked it after she showed me how it worked….I need this to be more slick…”
Her hand began rubbing the base of my rod, urging the production of more precum. It worked flawlessly and she licked a bit of it off of me, smack her lips, she giggled and stared into my eyes, eyebrows raised a bit. There was plenty more for her to continue her work.

Her last comment left open a whole slew of questionable routes that would need to be explored later, but I knew our topic was still being discussed.

Her fingers glided over me in a particular pattern that was proven to make me cum within minutes.

“I bet more of your friends would come than you think.”

“True…” she said looking off into space, her hands continued their work automatically. “They really are just a bunch of horny housewives wanting to get it!” She chuckled.

Her hand went back down for more precum as she pulled her shirt off and revealed her perky b-cups. She placed my shaft between her breasts as the slickness oozed out of me to lube the whole soft area. She bobbed up and down and I was loving it.
“Honey, you’ve got the skills to pay the bills!” I said breathlessly.

I could tell she was deep in thought. Scheming. The wheels of business turned in her head.

“Ok. I’m going to sell my skills!” she said and started to festively bounce her bosoms along my cock. It was incredible.

She kept at it and I was seconds from cumming, when she sat up next to me, one hand still grabbing me firmly. But not moving. She pulled out her phone and began texting furiously.
“What are you doing?!” I asked, almost a double question.
“Sorry babe!” She said, “You’ve just given me a great idea! And I’m going to go get it! I’m setting up my own party!”

My pleasure subsided as she squeezed rhythmically on me. A stroke or two. Then more squeezes.
After five straight minutes of texting, she set the phone down and began to take off her pants. She hovered over me and accepted me into herself. She was very wet with excitement. Her juices gleamed on the sides of her thighs as she bounced upon me.
Suddenly, her phone began blowing up with texts notifications.
“The RSVP’s were already coming in.” she said breathing heavily.

“What did you tell them?”

She handed me her phone to she me what she’d sent out on a massive group text, and she continued to bounce.

The text read: “Girls, Saturday night. 9:30. My place. I will be giving a class on advanced “Man-handling Techniques . BYOP”

She moaned and leaned back, I had to drop the phone and grab her to keep her from falling off me and the couch.
“What’s BYOP?”

“Bring your own pussy!” she laughed. And then she came. Her lips between her thighs clinched down on my cock and I began to feel myself coming close to the edge again. She jumped off me and began to answer some texts. Her mouth licking her own cum off of my slick shaft as her fingers flew across her keyboard on her phone. Again I subsided.

After a minute or two to return some texts, she hopped back on.
“I don’t think they fully understand what’s going on. I think I just need to talk to them.”
Bouncing slowly, holding her phone selfie style, she began a group video chat with her friends.
She was a bit breathy as she glided up and down me while explaining her plans.

“Ladies, we’ve had this discussion before! I’ve told you I’m a master at this and now I’m going to share with you how to please your man. $15 gets you in the door. If you want hands on experience it’s $10 more.”
She bit her lip and started bouncing harder, her friends on the other end gasped and hooted and whistled as they realized what she was doing.
“I’m coming for sure!”
“I’ll be there!”
“Are you fucking right now?!”
“Are you going to show us your fabled hand technique?”
“Oh yea…!” she replied and she leaned into me.

“Well then I’m coming for sure!”

“So am I!” Squealed my wife. And she stopped the video as she came again.

My own wave was about to crest when she jumped off me again! She knelt down in front of me

Her phone was a continued dinging. She read her texts as she licked me clean yet again.

Finally she set her phone down and whispered very sexily, “What are doing just sitting there? Fuck my face already!”

I stood and grabbed her hair and thrust into her mouth, she gagged and laughed at the same time. I was so excited, I did t last long at the back of her throat. And I pulsed my contribution to the situation into her stomach.

“No more cumming until the party…” she said with a smile, her eyes watering.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/blar57/the_house_party_invite_distracted_wife