The other night the wifey tried on a skin tight dress. Short, body hugging, showing cleavage. It was perfect. I could see everything. The following is a summary of our messages. Spellcheck added…
I want to take you out in that dress. Some place with alcohol. Lots of alcohol to loosen you up and lots of horny people to see your luscious curves. I saw every delicious curve on your magnificent body. I want to walk you in a crowded area and see every wide eyed expression pause and stare with lust. Their lustful stares gazing at your perfect body. Unable to see anything under the dress, but tight enough they can imagine everything your body has to offer. I want them drooling when I smack that firm ass. That perky little butt of yours looks so tight in that dress. I can only imagine how sexy that booty jiggle would be having smacked it with a sharp clap. Enough to make you jump with soft pitched squeal to make sure everyone can see who’s going to fuck me later.
Of all the eyes looking at you, I like it when women stare at you. It’s an envious, titillated stare. Both wanting to know you and wishing you weren’t there. That taut lil body of yours, soft in all the right places… Ladies stare at it, hard. It’d be fun to watch a girl struggle as we spoke to her. Casually, confidently. I mean, I’m hot. But you, you are intimidatingly attractive. Your friendly laugh for strangers, your lightest touch lingering just too long to be accidental. You could easily catch a girl’s appetite. You know I want you with a girl.
Pretend with me, are you going to sit up right beside this girl, shoulder touching shoulder. Your body right next to hers? Your irresistible blue eyes connect into hers?
…HA! I’d make you so horny…
I’m on your other side, close against your body, but not as tightly connected as you are to hers. Every single guy here has stolen a glance at you. Staring at the fabric clinging securely to your body. Every muscle shown to them, every curve running through their mind. You openly flirting with a woman only intensifying their attention to you. You understand this fantasy of mine but can’t recognize the insane jealousy I feel for her getting to be the object of your attention. Are you going to give me any attention?
…No. I like their attention. Plus, she seems to be enjoying me…
I place my hand against the skin of your toned thigh. Sitting down in that dress, flirting about with this enamored girl has caused it to hike up a bit more than one might accept in this situation. This show of your soft skin in the dark muted light, along with my firm grasping of your thigh has her absolute attention. Baby girl, are you sure you don’t want to open your posture up to me, inviting me to tease you a bit?
…hmmmm, I like you taking control of me…
Having leaned back you put your arm around my broad shoulders feeling them tense with your touch. Running your fingers further out down my arm as you wrap around me, you become aware of my attention to you. Your fingertips caressing my firm arms. You pull me in close. My strong hands wrap intimately around your thigh. My fingertips push inward and out of sight between your sexy legs. Anxiously digging your fingers into my biceps as tingles move up your body from your thigh. Having lost yourself in the moment you lean your head back with a deep breath, then letting out the faintest audible sigh you become mindful of the tables of men feverishly watching you. A sly smile briefly creeps across your lips. Do you like having them watch?
…it’s hot, baby. Keep going…
Rolling your head over to see what I’m getting into, your eyes lock with mine. Presumptuously staring at each other with half smiles, each waiting for the other to break first. I’m never able to resist your full focus. A deep shuddering breath awakens me to the loss of our game. Winking at me you slowly adjust your stare down to my hand fondling your thigh. You watch as I steadily massage. I draw my fingers up your thigh, driving into your tight muscles. Rubbing my palm back down your supple leg. Loosening after each squeeze. You can’t help but notice the growth in my pants. Not wearing underwear allowed you to sneak a few glances at the bulge in my jeans. Now you watch the growth thicken and move down my pants leg. Your focus is disrupted when your other hand is aroused by drifting fingers. The first touch is quick and hesitant, pulling away instantly. You look up at her. Flustered in thought about my hand working ever more closer to where you imagine my stiffening cock should be. Your Mouth partially open, pouty lips moistened from your tongue lustfully licking them as you stare at her. Her gawking, Wide eyed expression, lips curled in. Each second you stare, her bottom lip becomes increasingly pronounced as she bites it harder and harder. After a moment her hand is wrapped around yours greedily entwining your fingers. You like thinking about my cock while someone else plays with you?
…yes! Tell me how she plays with me…
With this display of arousal my hand grasps your thigh almost painfully tight. Sharing you is difficult. You are my love, my fucktoy, MY little slut. Despite wanting you to explore another woman, I also want you all to myself. You part your legs just enough so my fingers pushing into you are now visible to watch. My hand loosens its grip, deliberately moves the tiny bits of fabric that remain covering your privates, and pushes softly against your lips. MY queen, are you going to pay attention to the bar and stop me or are you too horny to do such a thing?
…You said her. Tell me about her…
Your lips feel swollen under my fingers. Up and down just a couple times I rub. Two fingers part your lips with a third running gently up your cunt. I continue my gentle upwards movement, slowly running them higher up to your navel. Entranced in my movements her hand is now desperately grasping yours for more. Her opposite hand is restless, inching closer to us. Her gazes follow the caressing movements of my fingers over your navel. Circling higher, her eyes somehow become wider as my fingers have circled up under your breast. Her stare is now focused on your erect nipples poking through your dress. Her other hand moving towards you. This movement has caught my attention. As her hand crosses over her lap I quickly run my fingers up your neck. Powerfully, not yet squeezing, they wrap my around your throat. Her entire body freezes at this. One hand trembling in yours. Opposite hand stopped just between her legs, lightly twitching and putting gentle pressure on herself. Seeing this woman wanting, struggling against pleasuring herself while lusting over you is more than my sanity can take. I pull your face toward mine. In a low rasping voice “you are mine” and push your lips against mine.
Our lips meet fiercely, tongues probing one another. Your arm around me, hand grasping my strong arms vainly trying to pull me closer. Feels as if you’re pulling against a rock hard statue. My resistance increases your desire…and apparently hers. Her hand darts onto your lap. Replacing my grip on the opposite thigh. I feel the vibration of moans in my mouth. Looking down I can barely focus to claim your attention back from her. My hand tightens around your neck. Her response is just as desperate as her fingers immediately find their way to your swollen lips.
My love, What are you going to do here? A woman we don’t know competing against me to pleasure your cunt more than I can pleasure your mouth. Her and I giving you our undivided attention creating a sexual arousal never before felt in you. Muscle spasms move from your thigh to your groin telling you to give in. What’s your plan here, sexy lady?
…I want it…
Her fingers eagerly slide your wet lips apart. You can hear her breaths beside you, almost panting in arousal. Her warm breath against your neck as my hot tongue massages yours. Her fingers together now slide in between your lips. Finding your hole she greedily pushes into you. Your mouth breaks our embrace. Slightly hunching forward, eyes wide, mouth agape, your entire body shivers. Your finger nails dig into my arm. Devilishly smiling at me, knowing ive suffered yet another loss, her fingers begin to roughly pump in and out of your tightness. Her stare is a victorious one. She knows you are hers. Only a few seconds later and your body tenses. Your beautiful thighs slam together preventing her from moving. Your breaths are deep, but controlled. Your friend and I have been fighting over control of you and for the first time you’re taking back control. Only needing to squeeze her hand in yours and give my arm a solid jolt, you have us both.
Looking up you see the door to the brewery is open. It’s usually left open so guests can stare inside in wonder. You notice the barrels, tables, chairs, so many surfaces of so many heights to bend over, mount, kneel against… Dozens of fantasies moving through your head. And here you are. With two people under your complete control. Your body is screaming at you to finish what she started. Where do you go from here?
…im getting fucked there or upstairs, HURRY…
Reaching into each of our deep inner thighs. Careful to not touch either of our hotspots but close enough to send a message. Gripping our thighs with purpose you push your chair out. Standing up you pull down your dress, push your perfect breast up, flip your hair over and wink at me. Walking directly into the backroom you pause with only half your backside visible to us. Knowing we are both eye fucking you makes it much sweeter to arch your back, lean forward, and pop that tight little ass of yours into our view. Grabbing our friend’s hand I swiftly move to follow you.
We rush in the back, hand in hand, giggling as we shut the door behind us. Now having total privacy we look up to our surroundings. Our mouths drop in silence as our gaze hits you. Hands drop lifelessly to our sides So, what have you done that has us so enthralled?
*At this point she stopped responding. She made it a fun evening, even if it was just the two of us*
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/p1gyqx/fantasy_story_between_wifey_and_i_after_a_sexy