By sub01

For an anonymous reader who shared with me his fantasy

(Written in the 1st person, male point of view)

As I pulled into our driveway I felt a twinge of excitement to see Bob's pickup truck parked behind my wife's car.  Bob was our good friend as well as a carpenter and sometimes handyman.  Holly must have called him to come fix the washer, which had been on the fritz for some time.  Or maybe he'd just come over to visit.

Or maybe...

I smiled as I pulled into the garage and got out.  Maybe it was something more... something a little less proper.  I knew it wasn't, of course, but Holly had told me about last time... about how Bob had confessed to her that since his wife's passing almost a year before he hadn't been with another woman.  About how much he needed a friend... and, Holly had told me afterward, obviously a lover.  She had blushed as she told me how she had felt Bob's penis, stiff and erect, against her thigh when he hugged her goodbye last time.  And how embarrassed he'd been...

As I followed the walk from our garage around to the back door of our house I hesitated.  Through the open kitchen window I could hear voices.  Bob and my wife, chatting idly.  It sounded vaguely like they were talking about his late wife, Janice.  For some reason – for some strange, inexplicable reason – instead of continuing on past the window I stepped closer and peered in.

Holly and Bob were standing side by side at our kitchen table.  She was stroking his hand slowly as they talked.

"You miss her a lot, don't you?" my wife asked softly.

"More than anything," Bob answered with a wistful smile.  "She was everything for me."

"I know," Holly agreed softly.  "I know she was..."

I knew too.  I'd known Bob for years – Holly and I both had – and I knew that with Janice gone he was probably going without on several fronts.... not least of all sexual.  Bob wasn't the type to fall in love easily and I knew for a fact he hadn't had so much as a date since Janice's passing.  I also knew Bob wasn't the kind to sleep around.  He'd probably been quite... well, unsatisfied for the last year.  Maybe even longer.

"I'm so sorry about last time," Bob told my wife.

"Oh, don't apologize," Holly told him with a pleasant smile.  "It's okay.  I understand..."  She touched his arm, stroking it reassuringly.  I couldn't help but feel a little stab of excitement.  Holly had told me about what had happened last time.  How when she hugged Bob as he left she had felt his erection against her leg... his sizable erection, she had blushed as she told me later.  And how she'd seen the unmistakable wet spot on his jeans when he pulled away.

"It was shameful of me," Bob said.  "I just hope you forgive me, Holly.  Since Janice passed away, I... I haven't been with another... well, you know."

Holly was still stroking his arm.  "I know, Bob.  But there's nothing to forgive you for.  It's perfectly normal.  You're... you're only human."

Bob smiled with what I took to be relief.  "Thank you, Holly.  You're such a good friend."  He hugged her, and she him.  After a long moment he began blushing and pulled his hips away from my wife's.  "Oh God... there I went and did it again!  I'm so sorry, Holly!"  Through the window I could see the unmistakable bulge of his erection in his jeans... the unmistakably large bulge.

My wife smiled politely.  "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Bob.  Here..."  She hugged him tighter, drawing his hips back against hers.  "See?  You don't have to be embarrassed.  After all, we're friends."

"Yes, but--"

"Oh hush," Holly said quietly.  I could see her hug him tighter, reassuringly.  "I told you Bob... there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

I continued to peer through the kitchen window.  It was a strangely voyeuristic thrill to see my wife hugging Bob, to see his erection pressed up so unmistakably against her thigh.  I imagined that she must surely be feeling it, that she must surely be thinking about it.  I felt a surge of excitement to think of that, what might be going through my wife's head as she and Bob embraced.  We were all friends, yes, but after Bob's last visit I'd teased Holly that maybe she should be more to him than just a friend. 

More than a friend? she'd asked.  Whatever do you mean?

So I'd told her.  Lying in bed that night, stroking her gently and holding her close so she could feel my own arousal, I'd told her... how maybe, just maybe, she could somehow let Bob *have* her.

She'd blushed with embarrassment at the thought, but also with a bit of excitement I could tell.  Have me how? she'd asked quietly.

You'd stroke him, I'd told her softly, explaining to her from my own lurid fantasy.  You'd suck him... maybe you'd even let him fuck you.  Holly had giggled at this last part.  Oh Rick!  Bob would never do that!

Oh, but he would! I'd told her, kissing her gently.  He's been without for a year... maybe more.  And you told me yourself how hard he was when you hugged him.  That was for you, Holly.  He was hard for you...

That thought had obviously aroused my wife... that Bob had been hard for her.  But aroused and willing were two very different things, and Holly had made it perfectly clear that while she liked the fantasy as much as I did, she would never, ever pursue it.

Not even a hand job? I had teased.  Holly had blushed and told me no, not even that.

But now, watching them through the window, I could see unmistakable desire in her eyes, arousal... lust.  That last one stopped me for a moment.  But yes, I thought I could clearly see in my wife's eyes an unmistakable glint of lust.  Perhaps having Bob's hardness against her thigh was awakening something inside her this time...

As I watched through the window Holly began moving ever so gently against Bob, rubbing her thigh against his erection.  I could see the interest in her eyes, the curious desire.  Even from where I stood peering through the window Bob's erection looked substantially large.  I imagined that Holly must certainly be wondering about it now.  Perhaps even imagining it inside her?  I could tell she at least wanted to touch it.  After so many years of marriage I could judge her thoughts by the look in her eye, and right now I *knew* she wanted to touch it...

After a long moment my wife pulled away from Bob.  "Would you like a drink?" she asked.

"I... I probably shouldn't."

My wife smiled.  "Nonsense.  You were nice enough to come over and fix the washer.  And on a Sunday, no less.  Now come on..."  She took his hand and led him out of the kitchen... and out of my sight.

Our bar was in the living room, the window of which was clear on the other side of the house.  I hurried as quietly as I could around the corner of the house and snuck up to the living room window.  I knew I should probably abandon my voyeuristic spying and go inside and join them, but the excitement that burned inside me was too great.  I knew that nothing was going to happen, of course, but it was the fantasy that something *might* happen that made me eager to keep watching.

By the time I snuck up to the living room window and peered in my wife and Bob were already sitting on the living room couch, drinks in hand.  As they sipped their drinks and chatted Holly was stroking Bob's thigh ever so slowly.  A friendly, comforting gesture, I knew.

Or was it?  As I watched, my wife's hand crept closer and closer to the bulge in Bob's jeans.  I don't think he even realized it, he was so engrossed in chatting with her.  But she did.  She was gazing down at his lap as she sipped her drink, and her cheeks were flushed.  From the drink, I wondered, or from what she was thinking?

"So this whole last year," my wife asked softly, "you haven't... you know, dated anyone?"

Bob shook his head.  "No one."

"Not even... well, you know... not even for a night?"

Bob smiled.  "No.  I couldn't do that, Holly.  It's just not me."

"Not even if it... I mean, if she was a friend?"  My wife was blushing now, and I could tell there was something mischievous going on in her mind.

"Like who?"

"Like... well, I don't know."  Blushing, Holly took her hand from Bob's thigh and stood up.  "Would you like another drink, Bob?"

Bob didn't – he was still nursing his – but my wife moved to the bar and prepared another for herself.  I was surprised.  Holly almost never drank, and *never* two.  Not that she couldn't, but she just didn't.  I imagined now that maybe she *needed* the drink... to calm herself perhaps, to ease her mind for whatever she was thinking.  And she was thinking of something, I could tell.  I could see it in her eyes.

As Holly prepared her drink I glanced back to Bob.  I saw with a start that he was watching my wife as he sipped his drink.  No, not watching her... admiring her.  Lusting for her.  It was obvious in his eyes, and as I watched him his gaze slipped lower until he was staring at my wife's shapely bottom.  His gaze lingered there until Holly turned around, drink in hand.

She came back over to the couch and sat down next to Bob again, closer this time.  She pulled her legs up on the couch and snuggled up against Bob, resting her hand on his thigh again as she sipped her drink.

"I'd like to help you, Bob," my wife said softly.  She snuggled still closer, sipping her drink and stroking his thigh dangerously close to his erection.  "Would you let me, Bob?  Would you let me... you know, help you?"

Bob looked at my wife suspiciously.  "What do you mean, Holly?" he asked quietly.

"I think you know what I mean," Holly said with a smile.  I couldn't tell for sure, but I thought that her hand was now on the bulge in his jeans.  "I mean help you like... like a wife would help you..."

I waited with baited breath.  The indecision was obvious in Bob's face.  He knew what my wife was suggesting now of course, but the hesitation was there.  "Jeez, Holly!" he said after a moment.  "Are you... are you saying what I think you are?  I mean, you and Rick are my friends.  And you're married..!"

Holly smiled.  "Happily married.  But that doesn't mean I can't... help you a little."

Bob blushed.  "I really shouldn't.  I'm not looking for... you know, for a mercy... well, you know.  Just a friend, Holly."

My wife looked flushed.  Her hand was now clearly on the bulge in Bob's jeans, no doubt about it.  "Maybe... maybe you could have both," she said softly.  She squeezed his erection gently and the reaction was immediate.  Bob jumped and nearly spilled his drink.

"Holly!  Jeez!  What are you--?"

"Hush, Bob," my wife told him firmly.  She looked radiant and aroused, her cheeks blushing something awful.  "Just hush, Bob.  You... you need this... and I'm not taking ‘no' for an answer..."  As she said it she leaned forward and kissed him on his cheek.  At the same time I could see that she was now – dear god – actually stroking his erection through his jeans...

"Holly, wait... I'm not looking for--"

My wife stopped him with a kiss, full on his lips.  I felt a surge of excitement to see that, to see her lips on his... to see how as the kiss lingered Bob reluctantly sank into it.

"Put your arms around me," Holly coaxed him softly.

I could see that Bob wanted to, but still he hesitated.  "What... what about Rick?  I mean, he's my friend, Holly.  He's your husband..."

My wife smiled, and I could see that she was flushed.  "He would understand," she said quietly.  "He... he would want this..." 

It was true.  I *did* want it... or at least I thought so, in my fantasies.  I'd even told Holly as much.  But now, seeing it unfolding before my eyes, I wasn't quite so sure.  Of course, maybe nothing would happen... at least not all the way, like I fantasized about.  Maybe she was just teasing him a little bit, or maybe she would just jerk him off.  I felt my heart sink at that thought.  Of course.  She would jerk him off, helping him out like a friend... and nothing more.

My wife took Bob's hands in hers, coaxing him, guiding him.  He hesitated for a moment longer and then finally relented and slipped his arms around her waist, drawing her nearer.  His movements were tentative at first, but as my wife's body pressed against his I could see him become bolder.

"Tell me, Bob," my wife said softly.  "Tell me how much you want this..."

"Oh God Holly," Bob gasped.  "I do want this... I *need* this... I... I've needed it for so long..."

My wife giggled and squeezed his erection.  "I can tell."  Maybe it had been my teasing last time, or maybe it was the feel of Bob's straining erection, or maybe just the flush of the alcohol, but now as she stroked him Holly was unbuttoning his pants.  "Just relax, Bob," she coaxed him quietly as she tugged his zipper down.  "Let me do everything..."

I remained crouched at the window, frozen in my spot, my pulse racing.  I knew I should go in and put a stop to this, but I couldn't.  I'd fantasized about it for too long, and now seeing it unfolding before my eyes had me flushed and aroused myself.  Painfully aroused.

"Lift your hips," my wife suggested quietly.  Bob lifted his hips and she tugged his jeans down, working them down around his ankles and leaving them there.  As aroused as I was at seeing my wife undressing him, I was suddenly a bit apprehensive.  The bulge in Bob's underwear really was big.

"Jesus, Bob," Holly murmured.  She stroked her fingers along the length of his bulge.  "Is this thing for real?"

I couldn't hear Bob's response, but whatever it was it made Holly giggle.  She continued stroking his erection through his underwear, apparently in no hurry to unveil him... or perhaps suddenly too nervous to do it.  She squeezed him gently through his underwear, stroked him, explored him.  The longer she stroked him, the bolder she became.  What had started as a gentle, teasing exploration with her fingers soon became a slow handjob through his underwear.  Holly has an exquisite way with her hands – a fact I can attest to from our years of marriage :) – and now I could see in Bob's face that he loved what she was doing.  And soon I could see it in his underwear as well, as a wet spot formed at the tip of his cock.  My wife giggled and teased the spreading wetness with her fingertip.

"Horny?" she teased with a smile.

"Oh God, Holly," Bob groaned.  "I'm sorry... I... I don't think I'm going to last very long..."

"Well, you'd better," my wife giggled.  "At least long enough for me to feel this monster inside me..."

Bob groaned at that.  He reached down and placed his hand over my wife's, where she gently stroked his erection.  He coaxed her hand higher, to the waistband of his underwear.  He didn't say anything but the look in his eyes said it all.  Bob was no longer feeling bashful or reluctant.  He was aroused and eager... and getting impatient.

Holly drew Bob's underwear down to his knees, and as she did his stiff cock stood out proudly.  "Oh my God, Bob..." my wife gasped.  I felt a bit awed myself.  Even from where I knelt at the window I could tell that Bob's erection was quite... magnificent.  I should probably have felt jealous, or something, but instead I could only feel aroused as my wife touched his penis tentatively.  Then bolder, taking his shaft in her hand and encircling it with her fingers.  "Jesus, Bob," my wife gasped.  "I can't even get my fingers around it all the way!"

It was true.  Her hand looked tiny against his thick shaft, and I could see that she was indeed having trouble getting her fingers around it.  Granted, my wife doesn't have the biggest hands to begin with, but there was no doubt that Bob's erection was quite substantial.  Holly began stroking him slowly, blushing as she did.

As I watched my wife slowly masturbate our friend I felt a strange mix of lust and arousal and jealousy.  If I hadn't been crouching among the bushes in our front yard spying on them through the window I would have began stroking myself.  I was painfully erect just from watching them, from seeing my lurid fantasy coming to life right here before my eyes.  From seeing my wife's reaction at touching Bob's cock...

"God, Bob... you're really fucking hung!"

I felt a stab of jealousy and arousal at my wife's breathless comment.  Holly *never* cursed.  In all our years of marriage I don't think I'd ever heard her use the word "fuck", not even once, yet now she used it so casually as she stroked Bob's cock.

"I can't believe Janice never mentioned that you were so... so big," my wife said softly. 

"Isn't Rick's?" Bob asked breathlessly.  He was staring down at where Holly stroked his cock, as if transfixed.  I knew Bob's only experience had been with Janice, as hers had been with him.  He'd probably never been compared to anyone else.

"Not hardly!" Holly giggled.  She blushed almost immediately.  "Don't get me wrong... I *love* Rick's.  I absolutely adore it.  But it's nothing like this..."  She encircled his swollen shaft with both her hands now, one above the other, leaving a couple inches yet of his cock exposed.   

Holly had always professed to be satisfied with my rather average size, and I knew she was, but even so I couldn't help but feel a rush of jealousy at how she gazed at Bob's sizable penis, how she stroked it so eagerly.  How her lips curled into a smile of anticipation as she lowered her mouth toward his cock.  I caught my breath, watching wide eyed, as my wife pressed her lips to the tip of Bob's penis and kissed it gently.

Bob groaned.  "Oh God, Holly..."

My wife giggled.  She tickled the tip of his penis with her tongue, and then as she looked up at him she moved lower and licked up along the underside of his shaft, from balls to tip.  Bob gasped and lifted his hips, obviously eager to feel my wife's mouth on him.

"Oh Holly... Jesus..."  He put his hand on Holly's head and coaxed her lips up to the tip of her cock.  Holly had always been reluctant about performing oral sex, and she *always* hated to be pressured into it, but now I saw only eagerness in her eyes as she opened her mouth and let Bob push the tip of his cock in.  She opened her mouth wider, struggling to accommodate him.  "Oh Holly..." he gasped again.

Holly had always been a bit reluctant about performing oral sex – and she never, ever let me come in her mouth – but now, with Bob, she seemed almost eager.  Perhaps it was the two drinks she'd had, or the excitement of the situation... or perhaps it was simply that she loved his substantial erection.  Whatever the reason, Holly began licking and sucking his cock with obvious delight. 

"Oh Holly..." gasped Bob.  "Your mouth feels so good!"

My wife smiled around her mouthful and sucked him harder.  She struggled to accommodate even half his length in her mouth, but what she could get in she sucked and licked eagerly.  I could see Bob's hands tighten on my wife's head, his grimace when she sucked particularly hard.  She encircled his balls with her fingers and squeezed them as she sucked, making him jump.

"Jesus!  Holly, I... I'm going to come if you keep that up!"

Holly giggled and took her mouth off him, smiling up at him with flushed cheeks.  "Well we can't have that... can we?"

As my wife kept tickling his balls Bob rose and slipped his underwear – which were still around his knees – the rest of the way off.  Before I knew what was happening – and probably before my wife did too – he took Holly's arm and pulled her off the couch, pushing her to her knees on the floor in front of him.

Holly smiled and started to lean towards him, obviously thinking he wanted her to keep sucking him from there on her knees, but instead he pushed her to lean forward over the coffee table.  My heart skipped a beat.  Oh God, he was going to fuck her now...!

He was indeed.  I knew it, and apparently my wife knew it too because she remained lying still over the coffee table as Bob knelt behind her, his thick cock swaying at the ready.  Her face was turned towards the window where I knelt and now I could see that her smile was gone.  Her eyes were filled with arousal and apprehension.

"Bob..."  My wife started to say something and stopped.  Perhaps she couldn't bring herself to say it, or perhaps she simply didn't know what to say.  Whichever, she remained still as Bob unbuttoned her slacks and pulled them down, together with her modest cotton panties.  She lifted her legs one by one, letting him slip her slacks and panties off and toss them aside.  Bob remained gazing down at my bare-bottomed wife for a moment, and then he leaned down and buried his face between her thighs from behind.

"Oh!" Holly gasped.  She reached back and pulled Bob's head forward, pressing his face tighter between her legs.  "Oh, Bob!  That... that feels good!"

Somehow Bob licking my wife's pussy – giving her pleasure – seemed to me more intimate an act than what had happened so far... and what surely would soon happen.  Holly closed her eyes and smiled contentedly.  I wished that I was closer, so that I could see just what Bob was doing to my wife with his lips and tongue.  Was he licking her pussy?  Nibbling?  Maybe teasing her clit?

"You're wet, Holly," Bob murmured from between my wife's thighs.  "Really wet..."

"I... I know," my wife gasped.  Then she groaned as Bob thrust first one and then two fingers up inside her tightness.  As he finger fucked her slowly I could see her glistening pussy lips clench his fingers.  I wondered if he was going to keep at it until she came, but instead he fingered her for just a moment and then pulled away, straightening up.  He moved closer, guiding his cock between my wife's legs from behind.  I felt my heart skip a beat.  Show time...

Holly seemed suddenly apprehensive.  "Go slow, Bob... please?"

Bob didn't go slow.  I imagine that he was too anxious after so long, his lust so pent up that he just *couldn't* go slow.  He positioned himself and nudged the tip of his cock into my wife, just a little, but as soon as he was inside her he seemed overcome with eagerness and thrust up inside her.

"Ow!  Ohhhh Bob!  Wait!"

Bob didn't wait.  He thrust again, and again, and on the fourth deep thrust I could see his balls press against my wife's crotch.  She winced and gasped.

"Oohhh!  Wait, Bob... please!"  Holly reached back and put her hand on his hip, presumably to slow him or to prevent him from going so deep.  But Bob wouldn't have any of it.  He gripped my wife's wrists and forced them up to the middle of her back, holding them there as he began fucking her deeply.

"God, Holly... you're so tight!"  I could see that he was wide eyed and flushed now.  His gaze was locked on their joining.  "So tight!" he gasped.  "Just... just like Janice was, when we... back when we first got married..."  He slowed for a moment and I could see my wife's pussy lips stretched tightly around his erection as he pulled out slowly, then thrust back inside deeply.  He fucked her slowly for a long moment and then faster, beginning a rhythm that I knew was more an attempt to keep from coming too soon than to please my wife.  But it did please her... I could see it in her eyes now, which were wide open and filled with lust.

"Oh Bob, you're... you're too big," my wife murmured.

He chuckled and leaned forward over her back, kissing the back of her head.  "Do you want me to pull out?"

I could see my wife's blush deepen.  "No," she gasped.  "No, please Bob... just... just fuck me deeper..."

Bob chuckled and fucked her harder.  He began plunging into her now, taking her deeper, I knew, than she'd ever experienced before.  Her protests were no more now, though he still kept her wrists forced up to the middle of her back.  Red faced and gasping she began moving her hips back to meet Bob's thrusts.

How to describe what I felt at seeing my wife making love to another man's cock?  Jealousy, excitement, love... all of those, of course, but most of all lust.  Stronger lust than I'd felt for Holly in years.  Burning, needful lust.  Shameful lust.  As he fucked my wife from behind, Bob let go of her wrists and slipped his hands up underneath her blouse to cup her breasts.  I could see him smile with delight, and I knew why.  Holly often went without a bra when she was around the house...

"Oh God, Holly... your breasts are exquisite!"

Holly didn't say anything.  She only grunted in response, as Bob didn't let up fucking her for even a second.  I could tell she was close now.  Bob's hands on her breasts, if he was even halfway skillful with his fingers, would push her over the edge. 

Soon Bob buried his face in my wife's neck.  "I'm... I'm so sorry, Holly," he gasped.  "I don't think I'm going to last much longer.  I'm so sorry..."

My wife smiled and twisted her head so she could kiss his lips.  "Don't worry," she gasped.  "And don't talk.  Just keep fucking me...  Just--"  Her voice trailed off and she grimaced, a familiar look that inspired in me a surge of excitement.  My sweet wife was coming on another man's cock...

As she orgasmed Holly grunted and began squirming against the coffee table, grinding against the leading edge.  Her eyes drooped shut and her face contorted in the familiar look of pain and discomfort which I knew from experience she felt neither of at this exquisite moment.  She shuddered beneath Bob and I imagined that he could feel her pussy tightening on him in her orgasm.  I had felt it many times myself, and now Bob knew my wife as intimately as I did...

As Holly's orgasm faded she began pushing back against Bob again, meeting his thrusts.  He was close, I could see, still thrusting rhythmically.  No doubt trying desperately to prolong the inevitable.  His fucking was still rocking my wife into the coffee table, and in her eyes I could see that she was still aroused.  Perhaps even more aroused now than before.

My wife had never been multi-orgasmic.  But now as Bob continued fucking her, nearing his own completion, I saw with a start that she was coming a *second* time.  That it should happen in such short order surprised and aroused me.  I wondered if it was the size of his cock, or how he was fucking her so hard and forcing her pubic mound into the edge of the table... or perhaps it was simply the excitement of her naughty tryst with Bob.  Whatever the reason, Holly grimaced and buried her face in the coffee table, tensing once more in orgasm.

Bob soon followed my wife in the throes of orgasm.  I imagined that her clenching on him pushed him over the edge.  He clutched her tight and buried his face in the back of her neck, humping into her frantically.  I could hear the wet slapping of their sex, hear his grunts and her groans.  I could see Bob tense and bury his cock deep as he came inside my wife.  I had known it was coming, of course, but still I felt a surge of jealousy and arousal at seeing another man – even one who was such a good friend – spill his seed inside my sweet wife.  He thrust erratically inside her for a moment and then slowly stilled, settling against her back with a groan.

I was breathing heavily now, and in the sudden silence and I had to force myself to calm, lest they hear me at the window.  I watched them breathlessly.  They lay still together for a long moment, Bob draped over my wife's back as she knelt leaning over the coffee table.  As his cock softened it slipped slowly out of my wife's tightness, until it drooped free between his legs.  With a final kiss to the back of my wife's head Bob moaned and slipped backward off her, sinking down to sit on the floor behind her.

Holly remained lying over the coffee table.  I could see that she was breathing heavily.  Here eyes were open and her lips curled in a content, satisfied smile.  I could see a glistening sheen between her legs.  Her own wetness, I wondered, or was it Bob's seed seeping from within her?  As I watched she slipped one hand down beneath herself, reaching between her legs.  From my vantage point I could see her slip two dainty fingers into her so recently fucked pussy.

As she fingered herself carefully Holly giggled.  "God Bob... you've ruined me!"

He chuckled.  "That's ridiculous."  He reached out and caressed my wife's bare bottom.  "It'll take a few more times for that to happen..."

My wife's smile faltered, and I could see reality setting back in.  "We... we probably shouldn't, Bob," she said softly.  "Not again.  This was nice, but..."

She didn't have to finish her thought.  Bob nodded reluctantly.  He leaned forward and kissed Holly's bottom tenderly.  "I know.  And this *was* nice, Holly.  Exquisite.  Rick is very lucky..."

Holly smiled and sat up, nodding.  "I love him more than anything, Bob.  He's everything to me..."

In the long, awkward silence that ensued Bob pulled his underwear and pants back on, straightening himself without a word.  My wife sat on the floor watching him, gazing wistfully at his now flaccid cock as he tucked it away.  It wasn't until he picked up her panties and slacks that she rose.

Bob knelt at her feet to help her back into her clothes.  She put her hands on Bob's shoulders to steady herself as he helped her step back into her panties, and then her slacks.  He drew them up and slowly zipped her slacks up.  When he was done he remained kneeling there for a moment, gazing up at my wife with a curious, satisfied expression.  She smiled down at him.  Neither of them said anything for a long moment.

Finally Bob pressed his lips to Holly's abdomen, kissing her gently through her blouse.  "Thank you, Holly," he smiled up at her.  "For everything..."

My wife blushed.  "It was my pleasure," she said with a smile... and I knew she meant it.  "After all, what are friends for...!"

Bob rose, and hand in hand they started for the front door.  I had been so engrossed in watching them that I hadn't considered what I would do when Bob left!  Now I had only time to huddle down in the bushes as they came out onto the porch.

Bob paused and turned to my wife, kissing her gently.  They parted with this last lingering kiss.  Bob's hand strayed momentarily to my wife's bottom, and then with a smile he turned and went down the steps.  Holly and I both watched him, her from the porch and me from the bushes nearby, as he got in his truck and drove off.

I expected my wife to go back inside now but instead she remained standing on the porch for a long time, staring down the street wistfully.  She had the rosy glow of a well-fucked woman about her.  She smiled to herself, no doubt thinking about her afternoon's interlude with Bob and enjoying the lingering warmth of her orgasm.  Orgasms, I reminded myself.  She'd enjoyed two while being taken by Bob...

When Holly finally turned and went back inside I had to keep myself from rushing in behind her.  I counted to a hundred, though in my eagerness I counted so fast that it probably was worth only fifty.  I was horny and *terribly* aroused.  I was out of the bushes by my count of ninety, and through the door as I counted off a hundred in my head.

Holly was standing in the living room, gazing down at the coffee table... the scene of her recent violation.  She looked genuinely flustered to see me come through the door so soon after Bob had left.  So soon after she and Bob had... finished.  Before she could say anything I took her arm and started her toward the stairs.  "Upstairs," I told her with a smile.  "I want to talk to you... now!"

*    *    *

I followed my wife upstairs, watching her tight bottom sway and lusting for her.  Remembering how she had looked downstairs, with Bob's cock inside her.  With her hands on him, and her lips and her pussy.  How flushed she had been... and still was now.  Even the back of her neck was flushed, as if she was still flustered from what she had done.

In our bedroom I turned Holly and embraced her, kissing her gently.  "So... how was it?"

My wife blushed.  "How was what, honey?"

I smiled slyly.  She was trying to play innocent.  "How was Bob...?"

Holly paled.  "Oh God, Rick... you saw!?"

I nodded, smiling.

My wife looked absolutely mortified.  "Oh God, honey, I'm so--"

I stopped her before she could say she was sorry.  "Don't say it," I told her as I kissed her gently on the lips.

"But I am," Holly said softly.  "You know I am."

I chuckled.  "Well, don't be."  I slipped my arms around her waist and drew her close, pressing my erection against her thigh so she could feel what she had done to me.  She looked at me in surprise.

"You... you're horny, Rick?"

I nodded.

Holly smiled, just a little bit.  "From watching me and..."  She blushed.  "Me and Bob...?"

Again I nodded.  "You enjoyed it... didn't you?"

My wife blushed.  "No!" she protested weakly.  But I could see the truth in her eyes... and I'd seen and heard it downstairs.  "How much did you see?" Holly asked quietly.

"Everything," I told her softly.

My wife blushed.  "Even... even when he... you know, *finished* inside me?"

I smiled and kissed Holly gently, on her lips.  "That was my favorite part..."

"Rick, I--"  Holly hesitated, frowning.  "What are you doing?"

As we were talking I had started unbuttoning the front of her pants.  Now I pushed her pants down to mid thigh and slipped my hand into her panties, gently stroking her slit.  Feeling how aroused and wet she was.  Feeling how open she was.  I pushed a finger up into her tightness, marveling at how easily it slipped inside her well used warmth.

"Oh, Rick--"

"Hush," I whispered in her ear.  "Don't talk."

I moved my finger inside her slowly, exploring, examining.  I felt flushed with excitement and lust.  So this was what my wife felt like after sex with another man.  It was an exquisite sensation, feeling her wetness and his together, feeling her warmth and lingering arousal.  I pushed a second finger inside her and she gasped.

"That... that feels good," she whispered.  She was smiling and I could see in her eyes that her arousal wasn't sated one bit from her tryst with Bob.  If anything, her arousal had been inflamed.  I could see it in her eyes and feel it in the way her pussy clenched on my fingers.  I pushed them in deeper, as far as I could, and she moaned.

I finger fucked her for a moment... but only for a moment.  Soon I slowly slipped my fingers out of Holly's clenching pussy.  I knew what she felt like... now I needed to know what she tasted like.  With a smile I knelt and pulled her panties down to mid thigh, then pressed my face between my wife's legs.

"Rick!  You're not going to...?"

I nodded and smiled up at her.  "Mmm hmm."

Holly blushed.  "So soon after... after Bob...?"

In answer I pressed my lips to my wife's lovely pussy.  I licked her gently, teasing my tongue along her slit, not quite penetrating.  I could tell Holly was tense... I suppose at having my lips down there between her legs where so recently Bob's penis had been.  I put my hands on her thighs and stroked her gently.  "Relax, Holly."  I smiled up at her from between her legs.  "Just enjoy..."

Holly did relax, at least a little.  And she did enjoy.  I could hear it in her groan as I pushed my tongue up inside her tightness.

I could taste him immediately.  It was a salty, bitter taste, mixed together with her juices but still unmistakable.  I balked only momentarily.  Any reluctance I felt at tasting another man's come was overcome by the fact that I was tasting it from my wife's pussy.  My wife's freshly, well fucked pussy...

As I licked Holly's pussy, pushing my tongue in deep to collect their juices, I coaxed her pants down further until finally she stepped out of them.  Then her panties.  I put my hands on her bottom cheeks and pulled her tighter to my face.

"Oh Rick," my wife gasped.  "That feels so good..."

It tasted good, too.  Not good in a flavorful sense (I wasn't sure that I liked the taste at all, in fact), but good in a naughty, lurid sense.  As I explored her with my tongue and lips the taste of Bob's come grew stronger.  I realized that it was seeping out of her, draining slowly from my wife's pussy.  I began capturing as much of it as I could, trying not to think about the taste which now was quite strong.  I ate her eagerly, collecting their juices on my tongue.  When the dribble slowed and then stopped I gave Holly's pussy one last lick and then coaxed her backward, guiding her to the bed.  I lay her back and moved up to kneel between her legs, at the same time leaning forward to kiss her.

Holly balked at the kiss.  She had always hated the taste of come – she never, ever let me come in her mouth – and I knew she could taste Bob's seed on my lips.  But I wouldn't take no for an answer.  As she moaned in weak protest I kissed her deeper, coaxing her to part her lips, forcing her to taste her juices and Bob's.

She was reluctant at first... very reluctant.  But as I kissed her, making her taste their passion in my mouth, she relented and sank into the kiss.  Whether because of the kiss itself or the taste I wasn't sure, but she soon was kissing me back eagerly, her aversion to tasting come apparently forgotten.  She began sucking on my tongue, my lips, my mouth... even reaching up to put her hands behind my head and pulling me to her tighter, kissing me back deeply.  She was, I realized with a start, trying desperately to taste more of Bob in my mouth...

That thought put me over the edge.  As we kissed I reached down and unzipped my pants.  I didn't bother taking them off though... I was too horny and eager for that.  I simply fished my erection out through my zipper and guided it between my wife's thighs.  She moaned into my mouth as I nudged my cockhead between her pussy lips, searching for her tight hole.

I didn't bother with any foreplay, or pretense.  I didn't need to.  Bob had taken care of that for me earlier.  I thrust up inside Holly's tightness, grunting with surprise and delight at how easily I penetrated her.  She was wet and open... still deliciously tight, but definitely left ready by her earlier lover.  I thrust into her, and again, feeling a surge of excitement to be inside her so soon after another man.  Just the thought that I was traveling an already used road, so to speak, and so soon after, was exquisitely delightful.  I fucked my wife quickly for a moment and she pulled her lips away from mine, groaning happily.  I slowed and smiled down at her, slipping my fingers into her soft hair and holding her head as I moved inside her.

As I thrust slowly inside my wife's tightness I kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear.  "How was it, Holly?  Tell me everything..."

She stiffened in my arms, blushing.  "Oh Rick, I... I couldn't."

I chuckled.  "If you don't tell me, Holly, I'll never let you fuck him again..."

My wife was quiet for a long moment.  The hopefulness was clear in her eyes.  "You... you mean I can fuck him again?"

"Maybe," I smiled.  "Maybe... if you tell me everything."

Holly blushed.  "Like... like what?"

"Well... tell me about his cock, for starters.  It looked big..."

"It *was* big!" Holly smiled.  "Oh God Rick, it felt so good inside me.  It made me feel so full..."

I should have been jealous at my wife's lurid admission, angry even, but I wasn't.  Instead I was aroused.  Painfully aroused.  I felt myself swelling inside her tightness.

"He was eager," Holly said softly, smiling as if remembering.  "He hadn't had sex in a long time, since... since Janice... well, you know."

I nodded.  Bob had often told me that Janice would be his one and only love.  But not, I knew now, his only lust...  "How did it feel?" I asked her softly.  "How did it feel inside you?"

"Like... like it was stretching me."  Holly's voice was soft.  She slipped her hands down and hugged me around the waist, pulling me tighter to her as I moved inside her slowly.  "He felt so big inside me, Rick.  So long.  So large..."

"Painfully large?" I asked.

Holly blushed.  "No.  Yes!  No, I mean... I'm not sure.  It's hard to explain, Rick."  She was quiet for a moment.  Remembering?  "It did hurt, Rick, but only a little.  It was a good hurt.  And it felt sooo good..."

Hearing my wife's admission had me closer than ever to the edge.  "You came with him inside you, didn't you?" I asked with a smile.

Holly blushed.  "Yes..."

"How many times?"

"Two," Holly admitted quietly.  She smiled, as if remembering.

I kissed her gently.  "And you're going to come again, aren't you...?"

Holly stared up at me, wide eyed and flushed.  "I... I hope so.  I need to..."

I could tell she needed to.  I could feel it in how she clenched on me, how she squirmed beneath me.  How she ground her hips up against mine.  I smiled and began fucking her faster.  I needed to come too... and soon.

As I began fucking my wife in earnest I whispered in her ear.  "Next time I want you to let him have you here in our bed," I told her.  "Right here, having you like I do.  And I want you to ask him – beg him, if you have to – to come in your mouth..."

Holly's pussy clenched on my cock at that last admonition.  "Oh Rick!  I... I couldn't!"

"You can and you will," I chuckled.  "Next time, when I kiss you afterward, I want to taste him in your mouth, Holly.  As proof..."

Holly clutched me tighter.  "Oh Rick..."

I was almost to come.  I buried my face in my wife's neck, kissing her how I knew she liked to be kissed, all the while talking to her softly as I thrust inside her.  "I want you to let Bob have you whenever he wants, Holly."  I thrust eagerly inside her tightness, delighting in how open and wet she was.  "He needs a friend and a lover, Holly, and you're going to be both for him.  You'll do that for Bob, won't you Holly?  For me?"

Holly gasped and dug her fingernails into my backside, and I could tell her own orgasm was near... maybe even nearer than mine.  "I... oh god, Rick, I... I will...!  I'll do everything for him, Rick... anything you want...!"  She intoned it over and over, lost in the moment, and with a smile I slipped my hand down between our bodies and found her clit.  It took only a gentle stroking along the sides of her tiny hooded bud to push her over the edge.  She gasped and grimaced and held me tight, orgasming on me even as I felt my own swell.  I kissed the base of my wife's neck and grunted, spurting inside her wildly, flooding her tightness.  I don't think I've ever come so much before.

Afterward Holly and I lay together embracing quietly, my erection slowly softening inside her tightness.  I watched her lovingly as she slowly drifted asleep in my arms.  I'd never felt more powerfully for her before in my life, never more in love with her... or in lust.  As her eyes drooped shut I kissed her forehead gently.

"Now you have two lovers..." I whispered.

Holly smiled and snuggled against my chest.  I held her for a long time, well after she'd fallen asleep.  In the quiet I slowly became aware of a new sound... the shower dripping ever so slowly.  I smiled and hugged Holly tighter.  Perhaps I'd have her call Bob tomorrow to come over and fix it...