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He didn’t come over to wash her back
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He didn’t come over to wash her back Spontaneity is good, right? I got up at 6:30AM this morning. I made coffee and did some odd errands until she awoke a little after 6:45AM. I was starting my daily routine of computer duties when she poured herself a cup of coffee and called me into the kitchen. She was holding her phone and showed me a text from Phil. ‘Good morning beautiful, are you up?’ His text was sent at 6:05AM. I smiled, going along my way as she answered his text. I began checking our blog and watchers when she walked into the office holding her phone. “He wants to stop by for a quickie,” my wife said. “Okay,” I replied. “Do you want to see him?” “Of course I do, I just have a busy morning, and I sort of need to going,” she replied. We talked momentarily as she was engaged in this huge mental tug of war with herself, which soon would be won by fate and Mother Nature. “I can do a quickie,” she said smiling, typing that into a text to Phil. After pressing the send button she rushed into the shower. Seconds later her phone buzzed, signifying his response. Stepping into it she yelled for me to check it. ‘Great I’m coming up the road now,” Phil’s text read. I relayed his message as she was frantically shaving her legs, which have been neglected a week, since the last time I did them for her. I secretly wondered to myself Phil’s preference on pussy. We’ve never spoke before about that. Does he like it natural or shaved? I guess today it doesn’t matter, as he’s getting the natural look, with a bit more than two weeks growth. Seconds later the door bell rang. “He’s here,” I said to her. “Okay, can you let him in honey?” She asked aloud. I walked to the door and opened it. A burst a cold air rushed in along with Phil, who gave me a warm embrace. We talked briefly and I told him she was in the shower. He thanked me for his imposition, which is never that. He’s always welcome here. I walked with him into our bedroom. The sheets were still messy from sleeping, but somehow they felt and looked appropriate. The room was dusk with the exception of the light coming from the adjoining bathroom. Phil sat on the edge of bed as we talked for a moment, during which he took his shoes off and began unbuttoning his pants. “Do you want to prep me for her?” He asked. “Yes,” I replied, as he reached into his pants and took out his brown flaccid cock. I knelt between his legs and took him inside my mouth. I began sucking on him. I could feel the thickness of him and his defined mushroom head as he began hardening in my mouth. “I’ve been thinking about her all week,” Phil said in a soft voice. “I’ve been thinking about her pussy. She’s so tight.” Soon, she called from the shower asking if he was here yet. Stopping my preparation on him I answered, indicating he was here. “Well, is he going to join me, or what?” She replied. I backed off his crotch as he stood up clinching the sides of his pants holding them up as he walked into the bathroom. Once inside he dropped them to the floor and invited me to watch them together. Slipping off his shirt he opened the glass doors and walked inside.  I moved up and within the water drops and steam on the glass watched as they kissed passionately. “I’ve missed you,” Phil said in between kisses. “Me too,” she replied. “I’m glad you texted me.” She reached between his legs with both hands. “Oh, you’re hard,” she said, stroking his cock. Phil smiled, and then replied, “I had a great mouth before I got in here with you.” My wife turned and looked at me still stroking his cock, as I stood outside the shower door watching. “Oh you did, did you?” She answered, instructing me to lose my underwear I was still wearing. I removed my shorts as Phil turned her around doggie and began fucking her. She placed her hands on the tile wall, about three feet apart from each other, one lower than the other. Her ass was hunched back, her tits hanging and swaying as he took what was his in front of me. He grabbed her hips and worked his large cock in and out of her. She cooed and moaned. Water off their bodies smacked and splashed with each thrust forward. I stood there, watching and toying with myself. It was humiliating in a way, but whatever, I fed off of it, more so as he was getting her off. Sometimes I wonder if she forgets I’m there, or if she’s become more comfortable speaking the truth. I wonder if she gets lost in the moment of great sex; if her mind wonders into that euphoric state we all seek when the connection and touch are so incredibly irresistible, we lose track of all reality and its surroundings. “I can’t get enough of your dick, I’m so close Phil,” she said, in a choppy but soft, intimate voice. Then soon, he got her off, as he’s done many times before. She moaned, sighed, and pushed her ass back against his jock as far as she could go, riding the last of her cum off. Slowly he pulled out. Phil was still raging hard as he pointed upward, off to the right side. She turned around facing him, her legs wobbly and rubbery from her fucking. “Let’s go into bed,” she said, kissing him. She opened the door and stepped out of the shower with Phil behind her. I turned the water off. She led him into our bed, laying down missionary, as he climbed on top of her. While in the process Phil turned his head over his shoulder towards me. “Will you put me inside her?” He asked. I walked around the bed and took a hold of his cock. It was hard, very hard, and thick. I placed his head at the top of her clit and drug it down her slit, then back up again, and then inside it went with ease. I stepped back and he started fucking her again. My wife clinched his tense ass cheeks with both of her hands, and the light from the bathroom hit her diamond ring just right, reminding me of several net images of wives being fucked by their bull. Deji vau, perhaps? The bed frame shook frantically and within a handful of minutes Phil climaxed too, inside his pussy. As he shuttered and moaned in delight she coaxed and assured him. “That it, full me up,” she spoke softly in his ear, as he collapsed upon her, and they embraced together. For a few seconds they lay holding each other, his cock still inside her. Then slowly he pulled out, and in doing so my wife said, “Oh, I can feel it leaking out,” as she elegantly brushed her stomach with her hand, Phil kneeing on the bed before her. After that, Phil walked into the bathroom retrieving his pants. I walked to side the bed and kissed my wife, who welcomed me with open arms. She stuck a finger inside herself, then giving me a taste, before kissing me again. “What a way to start the day,” Phil said, almost fully dressed, buttoning his shirt. “Yes it is,” she replied. “Yes it is.” Shared wife -evergreenstatewife |
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I would love to start the day like that; great story. Thanks for sharing; T(bigdog)
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It is rather hot....
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