Much, of which, I’m about to relate came from Sandy’s confession during our hot sex last night.
I was, most likely, being a little harsh in coaxing my lovely wife into attempting to seduce our minister. I knew when I’d brought up the age factor it’d light a fuse. Since I’m 5 years her elder I felt comfortable with teasing her about possibly not being able to seduce a man who’s tagged as pure and righteous. In my wildest dreams I couldn’t imagine anybody being able to resist my voluptuous sexy wife’s advances.
Back in our “swinging” days I can remember humping a stranger’s wife while Sandy gave the stranger the screwing of his life, in bed, next to where I was porking. We both always felt short-changed and that’s mainly why we left the swinging scene. We finally had to have our phone number changed since all the guys that had tested Sandy wanted more.
This was almost 5 years ago and she’s better than ever now.
Naturally our minister didn’t turn down an invitation for a good home cooked meal since most of his consisted of fast foods or warmed up frozen dishes like most single men. Sandy felt as if she had a point to prove and, somehow, I was hoping it would happen but deep inside I doubted .. with this holy man of the cloth.
It was less than an hour when Richard was due and Sandy had finished the meal leaving it in the oven keeping it warm. She rushed to the bedroom and began scrambling for ammunition for her tough assignment.
She pulled a short black skirt from the drawer but, after trying it on, she decided it didn’t show enough thigh so she kept scrambling. She pulled out the pair of nude shaded stockings she’d worn so many times, while we’d made love, and decided on these before finding the ideal showcase. She stood, naked, rolling the silky stockings above thigh high which they were intended. Sandy loves the feel of the soft elastic pressing against her buttocks almost as much as I love seeing her stretch them that high. She’s careful not to pinch her thick and dark pubic hair as she stretches them to their fullest.
After stepping into the 5 inch black heels she rotates the straps, until they’re snug around her ankles, before joining the straps. She pulls a black matching bra out, lacing it around her big bust line, but it begins feeling uncomfortable so she tosses it aside letting her big titties flop loose.
She decides against panties also, after trying on 3 pair’s of her sexiest, and begins searching her closet for an alluring cover. She brings out the white silk dress she’d worn the first time she’d given Bruce some, when I listened, while screwing his wife Alice in an adjoining bedroom.
After the soft white silk falls over her sensitive body she stands knowing more of her thick thighs are showing than not. Her dark patch of pubic hair shows from the lack of the recommended slip she, intentionally, failed to include in her revealing attire. Her juices began flowing as she felt the soft ankle length sheer white robe she’d selected to, temporarily, cover her surprise from her unsuspecting guest.
It was a mere 15 minutes before Richard was scheduled to arrive when Sandy surfaced from the bedroom. I sat in my recliner watching her sway toward the kitchen checking on the “enticing” meal. Whether it was because my wife was so sexily dressed trying to prove a point, or the way her buttocks shifted as she walked, I knew I had to have her right then and there. We were still having sex in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. I pulled out, leaving us both unsatisfied, as we scrambled to make ourselves presentable.
Richard stood in the doorway, while I couldn’t help but be envious over what he’d be getting, thinking fried chicken was to be the entree.
We did the usual chit chat about how nice Sandy keeps the house neat, and all the closet space we have etc., before we sat down for dinner. My sexy wife leaned over, on more than one occasion, almost letting her breast fall across Richard’s plate during dinner. He kept complimenting on how good the meal was and never, once, even acknowledged my $10,00.00 big investment.
My cock was throbbing just from seeing her bounce back and forth trying to excite her prey.
After the strawberry shortcake we settled in the living room for more idle talk. Sandy brought fresh coffee while bending over, “accidentally” letting her robe fall loose revealing all that was underneath for the taking. Richard seemed to have never noticed as he kept ranting about the plaques hanging on the wall from where I’d won the local charity golf tournament two years in a row. I heard Sandy’s spiked heels hitting the linoleum as she walked across the kitchen floor with frustration. I saw her robe fall to the kitchen floor as she gulped a glass of wine trying to subside her feelings of being denied. Once again I hear the cork pop as she raises, yet, another full glass of wine only to have it emptied in less time than the first.
Richard was asking about my golf handicap when Sandy steps over her fallen robe yielding another glass of white wine. After seating herself in the chair opposite Richard, and myself, she crosses her legs while her white silky dress crawls above her thick thighs. She spreads just enough to where Richard had to notice she wasn’t wearing panties above the silky stockings.
My cock was about to explode, while I sat there, knowing our young minister was eyeballing my wife’s hairy pussy.
We had a mild dispute, afterwards, over which one of us saw Richard’s crotch bulge first but our man of cloth’s crotch did, indeed, bulge when Sandy spread even wider.
She had him exactly where she wanted him.
After sipping the last drop of wine Sandy moved over between us as we sat on the couch admiring her luscious body. First she began squeezing Richard’s fat crotch while he pretended to be still admiring my trophies but I knew which trophy he wanted now. I felt her hand squeezing my hard cock as she squeezed his even harder.
Richard hesitated for a second, until I winked, then ran a hand up my lovely wife’s silky dress feeling what was soon to be his. They kissed passionately while Sandy continued stroking my throbbing 7 inch bulge. I could see his tongue disappear into her sucking mouth while she hunched against his probing hand. I watched while my beloved wife unzipped our guest’s pants letting his big cock flop loose. She began stroking what wouldn’t fit inside her mouth. Richard was at least two inches longer than myself and almost as thick. The slurping noises had me squirming but I was soon to be shut out from these two lovers. Sandy rose to her feet while tugging at Richard’s arms inviting him to OUR bedroom. She pulled her silky dress high, showing her dripping pussy, in case her potential fuckmate felt cold feet. Richard looked toward me for approval and I gave another wink. I heard the bedroom door close.
I listened while the bedspring’s began to squeak.
My wife was being fucked and I knew he’d be back for more.
Her version went as follows: ” Richard crawled between my legs after eating me out and we kissed with my pussy juice dripping from his lips. When he first entered me I thought his cock was shorter than yours but after he plunged deep I knew he had a couple of inches on you. He never said a word. He just kept pumping in and out though I did hear his moans. I wrapped my legs tighter around his body as he threw his manhood inside me. I screamed .. not from the size but from the pleasure I was getting from his size. He pounded hard while I squeezed his soft flying ass. I even ran a finger inside his tight asshole, once, when he began hunching even harder while smothering me with wet kisses. He silently raved over my flopping titties as we bounced up and down taking over the entire bed. I felt his thick warm sperm filling me as I began my own cum. We continued kissing while his warm cum dripped down my silky thick thighs.
He’ll be back for more baby if you’ll approve.
Fuck me Arnie. Nobody fucks like my beloved husband.”
We fucked most of the night and our climax has never been as explosive.
Richard called this morning wanting more but we put him off until he came up with a member of the flock to swap for his pleasure. We understand widow Brown’s after his buns and I’ve always wanted some of this 43 old widow.
Sandy’s in the midst of fixing these two up so widow Brown may be tasting our chicken soon.
Story By: Little Dreamerman