[MF] I felt up his wife while he was fixing everyone’s drinks.

“That leaves my Contessa dead, which in turn means you are victorious. I admit defeat.”

As I put the cards and tokens back into the box I had brought, Amy’s husband collected the beer bottles and we moved to their living room and kept chatting about life and work and music. They had an L-shaped couch which sort of forces three people to sit with two people on the long arm and one on the hook. I was the first into the room so I grabbed one of the two spots on the long arm hoping to have Amy take the other while her husband was still busy putting the bottles away. They had an impressively stocked bar in their kitchen that her husband had proudly shown off earlier in the evening but we had opted for beer instead while gaming.

Amy was a 5’3” Vietnamese / American woman. Around 30 years old. Beautiful fit but not athletic frame. She had a cute smile and nice hair and was eager to laugh or hear a story. And a mouth and body that were an absolute joy to explore. I had found that out the week prior when she met up with a friend (me) for dinner on her way home from work.

She followed suit and sat down on the cushion next to me. There was about a foot and a half between us. I was contemplating closing that distance but her husband was only a
half minute behind and he grabbed the far seat.

He was a great guy. It was my first time at their house. Actually my first time meeting him. He was about 5’6” with a not fat but jolly build. We were all having a great evening of board games and a little drinking. Honestly if that was the whole night it would have been a great one. But I had actually shown up with the intention of how far I could get with Amy at her own house with her husband home. And that meant that I had to close a foot and a half of distance.

I decided to start talking about a board game I had played the last week so that I would have a reason to scoot towards Amy and show her a picture of it on my phone. When I reached over to hand her husband the phone I let my arm fall down behind her and cup the outside of her ass. She was wearing jeans. As soon as she felt my hand there she sat up straight (for a moment I thought I had pushed my luck a little too far) but then she readjusted herself in the seat and pushed back into my hand, occluding the view so that from her husbands perspective my arm was likely in between me and her instead of around her waist.

We all kept talking.

I started to massage her hip and ass where my hand could reach. After a few minutes she started subtly fidgeting in her seat giving me more places to reach and more chances to lift up the him of her blouse and get a thumb behind her pants. I started to play with the hem of her panties. Her husband and I opined on Marvel movies. I think he liked Black Panther. I tended to prefer Ant Man but most of all I liked that I had gotten most of my hand into his wife’s pants and around her ass while I chatted movies with him. And I could feel her heating up as she moved in little ways to help me fully play with her ass.

“I, for one, could use another drink” Amy said while giving me a meaningful look. Aha. I saw what she was thinking. “Actually me too, but instead of a beer, I want to see what you can do with that bar you were showing off.” I chimed in. He perked up at the chance to show off his collection and mixology and fixed his sights on me. I kept my hand, now fully around Amy’s ass perfectly still. She froze too. He couldn’t see what was going on but the rhythm we had gotten ourselves into would have been a dead give away.

“What sort of thing do you drink?” He asked. “Honestly I’m feeling pretty adventurous right now” I replied. Honestly. “Oh ARE YOU? I couldn’t tell!” Amy chimed in with a little laugh. She was having fun with this. Honestly I was too. “Why don’t you mix us up the three most involved drinks you know: No shared ingredients and nothing you think I’ve heard of before. We’ll each try all three and see who gets what. Sound fun?” He agreed, eager to show off his repertoire and bounded around the corner to the kitchen and the bar.

I pulled my hand out of Amy’s pants and stared at her for a couple of seconds. My heart was racing. I think hers was too. I pulled her further leg over so that she turned around and was straddling me on the couch. I held her hips and pulled her body closer. I put one hand behind her neck and kissed her. She had her hands down by her side at first but brought them up to grab on to my shirt. I moved my other hand behind her ass and started to encourage her already subtly gyrating hips. I wanted to pull her pants off and fuck Amy right there on her husbands couch. But realistically I had about five minutes top before he came back in with the drinks. Maybe one or two more if I came up with a complicated order when he was almost finished.

Amy and I explored each other hungrily but quietly. Each afraid to make a sound for fear of giving away the game. From the kitchen the sound of her husband pulling bottles and glasses clinked. I slid her blouse up so that I could see her body while I explored it with my hand. I fumbled open her jeans and pulled them slightly down so that I could reach around and play mode directly with her petite Vietnamese panty-clad ass. She moaned into my mouth. It was quiet and subtle but in the pure quiet it was the most delicious sound.

The pure quiet. Oh shit. Neither Amy or I had said a word since her husband had left the room. The clinking from the kitchen had completely disappeared. I was feeling up his wife with her pants halfway off her ass on his couch. I slowly pulled my eyes off of Amy to look up towards the entrance to the living room even though I already knew what was waiting there.

Amy’s husband was standing five feet away from us with a bottle of brown sugar bourbon in one hand and a sugar crusted glass in the other. Neither one of us moved for an eternal fifteen seconds. Then he raised the bottle in his hand.

Poured a few ounces into the glass.

And took a drink.

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To be continued haha. The story is as true as I can remember. It’s about a month old. I’ll try to write the second half of the night some time in the next week.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cemdv5/mf_i_felt_up_his_wife_while_he_was_fixing