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This is an adult story that contains adult themes and material. If you
are offend by such material or under age please move on. Wife, MF,
Last Friday night I was over at my good friend Larry's, house having a
few beers and watching a movie. His wife Lynn was out with a few of
her friends from work. Around eleven we had just finished the movie
and switched to a poker program on ESPN.
Lynn walked in a few minutes latter and it was obvious she was feeling
no pain. Clearly her evening out drinking with the girls had taken a
toll on her. Larry, Lynn and I are old and dear friends so we chatted
for a while about what had been happening in our lives.
Finally Lynn asked what Larry and I had been doing. "Gambling!" I
replied for no particular reason.
"Who won?" she inquired. As she spoke she swayed gently to and fro and
it was clear her eyes were not exactly focusing clearly.
"I did!" I answered. "I won your clothes on a bet from Larry."
Now I often tease Lynn and I really didn't mean much by my comment. I
was just having fun with her. Lynn seemed perfectly relaxed with the
concept.
"Is that correct?" She asked looking at Larry. "Did you lose my
clothes to your friend?"
Larry just grinned foolishly and shrugged his shoulders. Lynn was
convinced that for some reason he had been gambling and lost her
clothes to me.
"Well it's a debt of honor." she said and began unbuttoning her
blouse. Larry and I stared in mild disbelief figuring that at any
minute she would stop and give us both hell for teasing her so.
To our surprise she continued until her blouse was complete
unbuttoned, removed and deposited on the coffee table. As she bent to
put the blouse on the table she picked up a couple of remotes. With
one she turned off the TV while with the other she turned on the
radio. A soft jazz melody replaced the sound of poker commentary.
Lynn swayed gently to the music and started undoing her skirt. A
button, a hook, a short zipper and the skirt was on the floor. She
bent picked it up and gently added it to the pile her blouse had
started. Lynn now stood there in her pantyhose, white cotton panties
and modest white bra. There was the dark hint of bush softly visible
through the fabric.
Now the truth is, I have seen Lynn in far more revealing bathing suits
than what she was now wearing. The reality beyond the truth is that
Lynn in her underwear was more exciting than Lynn in her bathing suit.
I don't know why, but it was.
Lynn continued to sway as she pushed her panty hose down to her knees.
She then sat down on a large hassock and finished removing her
pantyhose. "I can't understand how or why you managed to lose my
clothes." She muttered more to herself than Larry.
The tempo of the music quickened and Lynn's movements kept pace. While
her feet moved to the rapid tempo, her arms slowly curled behind her
back. They held for a minute and then moved slowly forward. As they
moved her hands lowered and her bra began a slow slide down her arms
and onto the pile of clothing on the table.
WOW! A topless Lynn stood in front of us still moving in time to some
unknown jazz riff. This had to be the end. Lynn had to feel she had
called our bluff. Larry had to feel that his wife's teasing strip was
now going too far. I had to shift so the rising bulge in my pants
could be more easily and less visibly accommodated. Lynn hooked her
thumbs under the waistband of her panties and lowered it about an
inch, then she froze.
The game was definitely over I thought. No, slowly and unsteadily Lynn
lowered herself onto the hassock and leaned back. Her legs were now in
the air as she rolled backward onto her back. Lifting her hips off the
hassock she slowly pushed the waistband over her hips and onto her
thighs. She slowly bent her legs pulling her knees toward her chest as
she continued to slide the panties down her leg. As they passed the
crook of her knee her open pussy was completely exposed to myself and
Larry.
Staring into the open cunt of your best friend's wife is an awkward
experience. Lynn's naked form was magnificent from her half inch
nipples with their soft dark aureoles to the soft brown curls that
graced her mons. Perhaps most striking of all were her smoothed shaved
pussy lips. My tongue ached to bury itself in that smooth, moist slit
that glistened before me.
Lynn's panties slid passed her toes and she half dropped, half tossed
them onto the clothes pile. Now her legs extended, toes pointed,
forming an open V. At the apex was the most magnificent cunt I have
ever seen. Her legs moved back towards her head. As she rocked
backwards her ass rose revealing a soft, dark perfect rosebud just
begging to be caressed and adored.
Then it was over. In a smooth tumbler's move Lynn rocked forward until
her feet met the ground. She continued to roll forward and in an
instant she was on her feet. That beautiful open cunt was replaced by
a view of her neatly trimmed bush.
"That's it. Larry your debt has been paid. Sam, I hope you enjoyed the
show cause it's not likely to ever be repeated. Now Sam I want you to
take your winnings and I'll show you to the door. Larry, get you sorry
ass into the bedroom and strip. I'll be there in a minute. You're
going to give me the best fucking of my life. I swear that if I don't
get three good orgasms before your first cum I'm going to cut your
balls off and feed them to the dog.
Larry stood up and headed for the stairs to the bedroom. I shouted a
quick goodnight and also struggled to my feet. It was impossible to
hide the tent pole in my pants so I didn't even try. Lynn took my hand
and walked me to the front door.
Lynn turned and faced me.
"Show it to me!" She ordered in a tone that was half command, half
purr. I hesitated for a second. Without a word Lynn reached forward
and started undoing my pants. Belt, snap, zip tug and my pants and
boxers were half way to my knees. My cock stood there at attention, a
flagpole without its banner.
"Nice!" She said, "but I have to go fuck your friend. Let yourself
out." She turned and walked away. I watched until her ass disappeared
at the top of the stairs. Then I closed up my pants, opened the door
and headed for the car. At the car door I looked back at the house,
but there was nothing to see. In ten minutes I was home and in twenty
I was jacking off with more intensity than I can remember.
Hell of an evening.