My Slut Wife

One day, my wife Karen called me at work and asked me to come home an hour early because she had a surprise for me. She said she was nervous about it and hoped it was what I wanted. She said to be very quite and to come through the back door of our house and to slowly walk towards the livingroom without saying anything. I followed her instructions in hopes the surprise was what I had hinted for. It was. There on the couch was a guy we both knew and liked, Mike, from a business we deal with often. Mike is about 30 years old, and very well-spoken and well-dressed. He's educated, physically fit and has always had a little twinkle in his eye for my wife. Karen was parading around the living room preparing some finger food and mixed drinks. She was dressed very casually, however, in jeans and a T-shirt and seemed to be pretending that this was a half-social, half-business meeting. When she finally saw me staring from behind a doorway, she winked at me as to say "Is this OK?" I winked back that it was. I later learned that she didn't want to dress too suggestively just in case I nixed the whole thing. Their conversation was a little tedious as I was anxious for Karen to change the tone and make a move. But after about a half an hour, Karen inched her way closer to Mike on the sofa and the conversation got more personal. At one point, Mike joked about something and momentarily placed his hand on Karen's thigh as people will do at times.

When he went to remove it, Karen grabbed his wrist and placed it back on her upper leg and said something about people should touch each other more often. This was it -- the beginning -- and all of a sudden my heart jumped. Less than a minute later they embraced and began kissing. Mike reached under the back of her white shirt, exposing her back to me. He stopped for a second to say he was concerned about me showing up, but Karen reassured him it was OK and reached into his crotch, through his pants then climed onto his lap while still kissing. It was happening so fast. My blood raced and thoughts of interrupting came to mind more than once. Mike now slipped his hands down the back of her jeans. Then he broke from the kiss and unbottoned her pants while Karen removed her T-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and Mike began immediately nibbling on her tits. A few minutes later, she dropped to the floor and pulled off Mike's pants and underwear to expose a massive cock that I am sure she wasn't expecting. There was Karen, bare-chested, with her jeans dangling around her ankles and panties pulled up her crack by Mike who tugged on the material as she swallowed him whole. All of this occurring within a few minutes of Mike touching her thigh and it was astonishing to watch Karen perform. Mike laid back, continuing to tug on Karen's panties as she rocked back and forth with his cock plunging into her mouth. The panties looked like a thong now. My wife then began reaching back and frantically played with her swollen pussy. She occassionally gagged on Mike's cock but worked it hard. She really looked like she was enjoying the challenge and exhibition of it all. Eventually she stood up and removed her panties. Mike guided her back down to get on all fours on the floor so that he could begin eating her pussy from behind. She was facing me and I could see her every expression as this man worked his mouth into her from the rear. She kept throwing her head back, and sometimes gritted her teeth. A few times we made direct eye contact, but I had to be careful not to be spotted by Mike. Karen dropped to her elbows and perched her ass up high. Mike was still rock hard and asked if she was ready. Karen yelled ,"Go ahead give it to me, just give it to me hard and fast." Mike positioned his cock to enter my wife from the same rear position which was great since I could see that initial expression of pleasure on Karen's face. As he worked his way in, Karen gasped and pounded the floor with her fist. Mike got hold of her hips and pulled her farther onto him. When he plunged all the way into her, Karen let out a scream, then began getting into the rhythm of the act.