Dinner, surprisingly, is where things started heating up. Being from a different country, Steven was a little more blunt about things than we typically get from people born and raised in America. My wife dressed nice for the evening with a just slightly low cleavage shirt. Her shirt was on the edge of conservative but also slightly on the revealing side so that you could see some cleavage but plenty was left to the imagination but the shirt definitely brought out the shape and size of her perfect handful breasts. Steven made mention of being able to see her cleavage and that the shirt looked very good on her. He said it in such a smooth, matter of fact way that it really didn’t stand out as creepy or as a come on but I could tell by the slight flush of my wife’s cheeks that she enjoyed that he noticed. Probably even better that he said he liked it.
My wife reached across the table, put her hand on top of Stevens and started asking him if he had a wife or girlfriend. He said he didn’t and that he got busy working right when he got to America so he didn’t have time to date. He ended up scooting his chair over to sit next to my wife so they could continue talking but not be so far apart. We already ate most of our dinner and were ready to move on anyway. I started asking Steven questions and while he and I talked, my wife put her hand on the inside of his leg just inches away from his penis. He instantly got aroused and had to scoot out of the chair a bit to give his penis some room to get erect. My wife took that as a sign and moved her hand to his penis and rubbed it through his pants.
Steven was obviously distracted away from our conversation so I told them both to grab their wine and follow me upstairs. Steven and my wife held left hand to right and with their other hand, grabbed their wine glasses and practically skipped in synchronous fashion to the stairs that lead to the bed rooms. We were all a little tipsy and Steven and my wife clumsily sloshed a little wine on the carpet as they swerved their way up the stairs while still holding hands. Things like this are not a big deal to us and we knew we had bigger things coming up so my wife giddily laughed at her mistake and continued the journey to where we would be taking all her clothes off and doing things to every inch of her body in the name of pleasure.
I got to the room first and started some music. Some slow, relaxing Kenny G seemed fitting so we could slow down, build anticipation and explore all the energy and lust this new situation we had waiting for us. The music started and we all took one final sip of our wine. My wife wasn’t diverting her attention from Steven for even a second. Her eyes were locked onto his probably with thoughts of what was about to happen. They stood face to face while I stood behind my wife. They began to kiss and I kissed her neck and ran my hands up and down her sides, passed her hips and then back up again.
I took a break and went over to sit on the bed while they continued their dance in the initial stages of our experience. My wife told us to wait a moment so she could change and she disappeared into the bathroom. Steven and I just stayed still, both charged with sexual desire, waiting for our main attraction to return. Just a minute later, my wife exited the bathroom and was wearing a long evening gown and clearly had no bra on. She returned to her position in front of Steven and they picked up where they left off. Steven quickly moved his hands to her breasts then to her shoulders where he grabbed the straps of the evening gown and dropped it to the floor. My wife was completely naked and extremely horny. Her nipples were rock hard and Steven was quick to notice and bent down to suck and lick on them.
My wife began to undo Steven’s pants when he stopped licking and groping her to undress himself in a hurry. He got totally undressed and I could feel the level of my wifes excitement increase when she saw the size of his penis. Nothing outrageous but enough to give a feeling of being full which she loved. We were very close in size which isn’t small but big enough to be a problem if you try double penetration. Steven pushed her back by her shoulders and down on the bed. He got on top of her and kissed her several times before lowering himself down so he could lick her pussy. He started licking and my wife was arching her back in pleasure. Then he fingered her and the pleasure went higher. Finally my wife had had enough. She sat up, told Steven to lay on his back, then she straddled him and guided his cock to her pussy lips. A little wiggle of his cock to spread her lips and he started to enter her. She slid down all the way on his cock and began to grind her clit into his body. It goes without saying that she came rather quickly after all this build up.
My wife slowed her grind almost to a stop right after her orgasm, her pussy now more sensitive after the orgasm. But we weren’t done. Neither of us men had finished with her. I decided to keep waiting as I wanted to be the last to have my way with my wifes tired pussy and watch her struggle to keep going. I don’t know why that’s a turn on but I love to see my wife give this kind of love with a struggle.
Steven put her on her back, grabbed her legs and put them on his shoulders so he could do her deep missionary. She was wet so he dove right in going for long strokes where he’d pull out where just the tip was parting her pussy lips then thrust all the way until his balls slapped her butthole. Over and over he drove deep. From where I was watching I could see her pussy gripping his cock. I love seeing gripping pussies and seeing my wifes do that was a major turn on. I could tell she was a little physically spent but she knew we deserved to have access to her in this way so she kept full access to her pussy to make us cum. Steven came a few minutes later and slowly, like a tired sloth, moved away to clean up and let me have my turn.
I closed my wifes legs and got on top of her. I started to kiss her passionately and I could tell she was making an effort to communicate that I wasn’t forgotten. I was laying on top of her, grinding my penis around her genital area in her pubic hair. Her legs were closed while mine were on the outside holding her still so I knew I couldn’t penetrate her. I wasn’t ready yet, I was still enjoying the warm up and prolonging this sexual experience that was sure to wear her out and make her work for the finish. I slid off to the side of her and laid beside her on the bed. I reached over and put her legs in the spread eagle position. I always liked playing with my wifes pussy and tonight I was even more excited knowing she was well exercised before I got to play. I slid one finger inside as I watched her face. I could tell she was a bit sore but I had no intention of cutting my desire short and neither did she. I added another finger and plunged them all the way in. Rubbing her g-spot, I could tell she was already done. Instead of moving in a grinding motion like she was working on an orgasm, she tensed up a bit but didn’t move in a way that hinted I needed to stop. That’s my girl I thought to myself.
Her pussy was so wet and had Steven’s cum inside that anything I wanted to do with my hand would probably happen without a problem. I added two more fingers just like I had done the previous weekend and pushed them all the way in. I loved the way her pussy felt on my hand when I slid it in and out of her. This time I pushed my hand in all the way until my thumb stopped it. I could feel the inner muscle of her vagina open to let my hand pass it. She arched her back with a look of half lustful enjoyment and half an increased level of discomfort and both turned me on. I didn’t need anymore, I have always liked the feel of my wifes pussy right after stretching it with my hand so I slowly pulled my fingers our, got her in the same position as Steven had and plunged balls deep into her. She tightened up with discomfort as I entered her after all the penetration she’d already had. I could feel her pussy being slightly cooler than my cock from being opened and nearly fisted. I could feel her pussy trying to return to its gripping state but still feeling stretched. I knew she always tried to contract her pussy to feel tighter and wondered if she was doing that now but to no avail. After the width of my hand being inside her, her pussy was definitely going to take some time to recover. As with every time I’ve fingered her like this then fucked her, I came quickly.
I’ll end this one here as the rest of that adventure was us returning to regular life while we recover from this weekend. We had other adventures and my wife didn’t disappoint although she gets sore after every one. I’ll tell you about another one another time.
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