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"A Borrowed Wife"
"Are you sure you know what you're saying, Bob? I mean, this is your
wife we're talking about here!"
My friend looked me straight in the eye. He meant every word.
"Of course I know what I'm saying, Steve. She's yours. Borrow her
tonight if you like!"
Bob and I had known each other for many years. Grown up together. He'd
married Leslie only about eighteen months ago and I'd supported that
decision in every way. Leslie was a great girl. She knew how to have
fun and she looked fantastic! Her long, blonde hair would usually be
worn loose around her shoulders, framing a heart shaped face with
pretty blue eyes. She was a little on the petite side, but her figure
was lithe and athletic with boobs that gently swelled the roll-neck
sweaters she liked. She almost always wore skirts - usually quite
short ones! - and said that pants were for men. She is a very feminine
woman. If she has a flaw at all, it would be that she is maybe too
accepting, too trusting. She seems to accept her husband's decisions
as gospel and rarely argues.
That night, Bob and I were in a local bar drinking a few beers.
Nothing unusual in that for me, but since his marriage, Bob has spent
a lot of evenings in with Leslie. I couldn't blame him for that, but
it had been great to see him out at last. As usual, our conversation
had turned to matters sexual quite quickly - we had exhausted the
subjects of sports, politics and religion by the time our second beer
arrived. Bob had enquired about my recent bed partners and I had
informed him that things were currently very slow in that department.
I wanted to ask him about Leslie, but remained tight lipped; I didn't
want to disrespect him or his wife. It was Bob that brought the
subject up. He must have still been under the impression that I needed
convincing as he continued to talk me round.
"We've been talking about this for a month or two now, Steve." He
said. "You know how submissive Leslie can be and it was me that
suggested seeing her with another man. I know, I know. It sounds
really weird, doesn't it! But just the thought of watching another guy
fuck her turns me on like nothing else." Bob took a long pull at his
beer. I knew that I should probably say something at this point, but I
guessed that anything I did say was unlikely to help much - Bob was
baring his soul to an old buddy.
"You remember, back in high school when you and I double dated the
McCollum sisters?" Bob was digging deep into the past now, but I
certainly remembered. "How could I forget!" I replied.
"Yeah, we really gave it to those two, didn't we!" My friend continued
with a smile of reminiscence. "Well, the point is, we were all
together. You know, in the same room. As Wendy McCollum was sucking my
dick, I looked over and watched you with Tracy. The way you were
jamming your cock into her pussy from behind had me shooting my load
down Wendy's throat in no time flat! Ever since then, I've wanted to
watch, to be a fly on the wall, you understand?"
I nodded as my friend continued.
"And now I'm married to Leslie. She's a wonderful girl you know,
Steve. She'll do just about anything I ask and the idea of "lending"
her to another man seems to turn her on nearly as much as it does me."
"But Bob," I said suddenly finding my voice, "are you sure you want
me? Wouldn't a stranger be better? You know, less awkward?"
"Shit, Steve. Haven't we always shared everything? Who better than
you? I'm offering her to you! Do you want to borrow my wife?"
After an invitation like that, it would have been difficult to refuse
and I didn't.
The walk back to Bob's house passed quickly. We talked almost all the
way, once again remembering the session with the McCollum sisters and
laughing over the fact that we had all fucked so much that night that
the following day none of the four of us could hardly walk in a
straight line! By the time we arrived at the house, I could feel my
erection pressing against the crotch of my jeans.
"Honey, I've brought Steve back for a drink!" Bob called out as soon
as we were in the front door. Leslie appeared a moment later from the
lounge.
"Hello, Steve. Great to see you! Did you both have a nice evening?"
Leslie hugged me close and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. Normally,
I would have thought little of the friendly embrace, but after
tonight's conversation the touch of her lips felt like an electric
shock.
"Come through to the living room, Steve," she continued as she led the
way, "what would you boys like to drink?"
Bob said something about scotch and I mumbled that I would have the
same. We sat in comfortable armchairs as Leslie busied herself at the
drinks cabinet in the corner. I was seeing her in a new light now, and
it was difficult to take my eyes off her. As usual, she wore a tight
fitting, white sweater that accentuated the curves of her breasts and
a short, yellow skirt that finished mid thigh. Without stockings or
tights her legs looked good: slender and well toned, tapering nicely
to bare feet. There was some slow, soulful music playing on the CD and
Leslie smiled at me as she handed us our drinks.
"So, what have you two been up to tonight?" she said with a grin.
"Oh..er..the usual...um...you know!" I stuttered as I took a sip from
my glass. The strong taste burned my throat - I was thankful for the
distraction.
"Leslie?" Bob interrupted suddenly. "I'd like you to take your sweater
off please."
It was said so matter of fact, so simply that I wasn't even sure that
I'd heard it. Maybe I'd just imagined his words. A Silence fell around
the room. Bob and I both looked at Leslie. I waited for her to laugh,
to giggle or maybe even to explode in rage at the merest thought of
such an idea. But Leslie just looked back at us, a sort of vacant
smile crossed her face.
"Now please, Leslie." Bob prompted her in the same controlled voice.
Leslie's eyes lowered to the floor as her fingers gripped the hem of
her sweater. My God!, I thought, she is actually going to go through
with this!
It seemed to take forever for the sweater to lift, but very slowly,
first her tanned midriff and then a white, lacy bra became visible as
she pulled the garment up and over her head. I couldn't speak even had
I wanted to. My throat was parched and arid, the scotch burning and
warming my insides. I gulped as she stood in front of us silently, the
bra the only thing between my eyes and her wonderful breasts.
"And the skirt as well, please!" Bob continued with a smile. I could
see his face was flushed. He looked very excited. I heard the zipper
on the back of Leslie's skirt being lowered and quickly reverted my
gaze back in her direction. Again, it was as if everything was being
done in slow motion. The skirt loosened around her waist and began to
fall. Slowly, slowly it inched over the tight swell of her buttocks
and almost slithered down her slim legs.
"Now take out Steve's cock!"
I had most certainly heard that and the way that Leslie's face broke
into a wide smile, I knew that she had heard her husband's instruction
as well as I had. Slowly she padded towards me; her bare feet making
little or no sound on the thick carpet. I looked at her as she
approached; clad only in the white bra and matching panties she looked
really hot - my cock felt so hard I thought it would burst!
My hands rested on the arms of the chair as Leslie knelt in front of
my and placed her fingers on my zipper. I held my breath as, slowly I
felt her hand move downwards dragging the zip with it and opening the
front of my jeans. And then her fingers were inside, exploring. I
gasped and cried out her name as her fingers dipped inside my
underwear and found my throbbing tool. The cool digits wrapped around
my shaft and pulled my out into the open.
"You know what to do, Leslie," Bob said. He looked over at me. "Just
let her do what she does, Steve. You won't be disappointed, I
promise!"
I believed him. Leslie was already working my inflamed flesh between
her fingers; squeezing the wide glans and easing my balls out and over
the waistband of my shorts. I watched in fascination as her head
dipped lower and lower. I could feel her hot breath on the tip of my
cock and sighed blissfully as, eventually, I felt her soft, wet lips
close over my erection.
Leslie sucked like a pro. Her head bobbed slowly up and down, her
cheeks built up a fantastic suction and her fingers tickled and teased
the underside of my balls. Within seconds there were fireworks going
off in my head. I wanted to warn her but the words just wouldn't form;
my lips and throat were too dry. And then suddenly it was there. A
strangled cry escaped my arid lips as the seed erupted from my
quivering balls and pulsated through my shaft. Leslie felt me twitch
and jerk. I expected her to stop, but instead she adjusted the angle
of her head and swallowed me deep into her throat. I came and came and
came and Leslie swallowed it all as I emptied myself into her mouth
and throat.
With a choked gasp, she eventually allowed my battered tool to re-
emerge from her mouth. Streaks of my cum stained her lips and she
quickly darted out her long, pink tongue to collect them. I sat back
in exhausted silence; my best friends wife had just sucked the cum
right out of my prick. I was suddenly unsure of how I should be
feeling. For a moment I took my eyes from Leslie and looked over at
her husband, my friend. I needn't have concerned myself. Bob had
already released his own cock and had been silently masturbating as he
watched his wife give me head.
"You may now do the same for me." he said.
Leslie smiled that big, goofy smile again and with traces of my cum
still on her chin, she crawled on hands and knees towards her
husband's chair. It was my turn to play the voyeur now and I couldn't
resist playing with my cock as I watched a wife suck her husband's
cock. Leslie employed the same wonderful technique as she used on me
and positioned herself on her hands and knees with her head directly
above Bob' engorged erection. She lowered herself down and I saw him
disappear, inch by inch, into her throat. But I am not the voyeur that
Bob is. The sight that turned me on the most was not the actual blow-
job itself, but the sight of Leslie's panty covered, pert ass that was
currently sticking up at me in a most inviting fashion. My cock was
still as hard as rock and I wanted more. I looked over at my friend,
my eyes seeking his permission, his approval. Bob saw me and saw the
state of my throbbing erection. He nodded in silent agreement, a
wicked grin on his face as he closed his eyes and reveled in the blow-
job that he was receiving.
It seemed somehow more exciting to think that Leslie didn't know what
was going to happen. I got down on the floor as quietly as possible
and crawled up behind her getting ever closer to her upturned butt.
She was so engrossed in what she was doing that she had no idea I was
directly behind her until I grasped the waistband of her white panties
and eased them over the swell of her buttocks. She gasped slightly -
an attempt muffled by Bob's cock in her mouth - as she felt my hands
on her butt cheeks, fondling and stroking the smooth skin. She sighed
deeply parting her thighs to allow my hand to slip between her legs
and touch the moistness of her trimmed vagina. I dragged the panties
down a little further, exposing more of her private area. My other
hand was between her thighs and my thumb slipped easily into her wet
pussy hole. She was obviously in a state of extreme excitement as
well, for as my thumb probed her hole and my fingers made contact with
her stiff clitoris, her vagina gripped my digit tightly and I felt the
warm fluid of orgasm ooze from her pussy and out into my hand.
I couldn't wait any longer. Bob was moaning and groaning as his wife
fellated him. His hard tool alternating between probing her mouth and
being licked by her long tongue. I took up my position behind Leslie -
cock in hand and aimed towards her wet and twitching pussy. I pushed
forward and three inches of my solid meat penetrated her warm, wet
honeypot. Another lunge and my whole cock was buried inside her to the
hilt. She groaned again as I thrust, pushing her whole body forwards
and onto her husband's tool. In and out. Deeper and harder I fucked my
meat into her eager pussy. I could see Bob' face contort into a sexual
grimace and knew that I too would soon be cumming again.
"On me...on me.." Leslie gasped as she disengaged herself from her
husband's prick. "I want you both to cum on me together!"
To demonstrate her point, Leslie pulled herself from my cock as well
and laid on her back on the carpet, her mouth wide open. Bob joined me
and we knelt on either side of her. We each grabbed a cup of her bra
and dragged the garment up over her tits as we jerked ourselves off.
We pumped our cocks in unison aiming them at the prone body between
us. Bob came first with me only a few seconds behind him. The room was
filled with the noise of sex; groans and moans from all of us filled
the air as my friend and I released a torrent of cum over Leslie's
body. Her face and hair were covered and her tits received a delivery
of equal proportions. It seemed as if we couldn't stop the seed from
flowing but Leslie took it all, using one hand to massage the fluid
into her skin and the fingers of the other in her pussy to bring her
to another, shattering orgasm.
That night I stayed at Bob and Leslie's house all night. We shared the
same bed and Leslie got fucked over and over again. Bob fell asleep in
the early hours and Leslie encouraged me to sit astride her chest and
plunge my tool between those divine tits. Her chest was streaked with
sweat and semen which acted as a wonderful lubricant and I dumped my
fourth load of the night between her heaving breasts.
Bob has said that he wants our little secret to continue. The next
time I am to take his wife out for the night by myself. He has told
her not to wear any panties and that she is to raise her skirt and let
me or anyone else play with her pussy whenever we wish. It sounds like
a great idea to me, but I have the feeling that Bob will be around
somewhere, looking, watching from a discreet position. I doubt if he
would let a chance like that go by without being able to witness it!