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Friend Wakes my Wife With His Tongue #3 of 6

AKA The Quiet one

Here we were, driving down to San Diego again. After a short break, the fantasies shared between Ann and I, started heating up again. Over the past month or so, the fantasies had become even hotter than they were before. The “before” I'm referring to, is before my wife Ann, and my best friend Bob, spent a few sticky hours fucking each other for the first time. Most of our fantasies had revolved around her seducing my somewhat shy friend Bob, who’s sexual self-esteem, was pretty severely beaten down.
His fucked up sexual situation, included a fat wife that would only fuck him a few times a year, and on those rare occasions when she did fuck him, she criticized everything he did. He had no other sexual experiences to draw on, because he married Kim straight out of high school, and had never had sex with another woman in his life.

This whole thing got it’s start way back, when my wife was feeling bad for Bob, and made the comment to me, that she thought she could help him regain some confidence. It started with that nurturing thought that she shared with me. I knew she was talking about fucking him, so my horny, twisted mind jumped right over the nurturing part, and charged full speed ahead with my voyeurism angle. I do liked to watch. It's my fetish, my insatiable craving. This could work out great, because my beautiful young wife, (10 years younger than me) absolutely loves to be watched.
That's her fetish, Her dark desire. I’ve been thrilled to watch her give in to that kinky desire a few times, to the delight of some lucky truck driver, but I could always see it wasn't enough for her. We’ve both known for a long time, that Ann is an exhibitionist, but before she fucked Bob a few months back, Ann was completely out of touch with how deep and extreme that desire runs in her. Blatantly flashing her pussy to some unsuspecting man at the store, or even the nastiest, finger fucking masturbation as I inch the car slowly past some lonely truck driver, is fun for her, and she still enjoys doing it. It's just that things of that nature were only a tease for her.
She always knew she wanted something more.

The first time she fucked another man, literally right in front of my eyes, she finally found what she had been looking for. Having someone else, especially me, watching her closely while she does the nastiest things she can imagine with another man, takes the sexual experience she's having and increases its intensity by magnitudes, simply because someone outside the physical act is receiving pleasure by watching her.
Bottom line, my gorgeous little blonde wife, likes for an audience to watch her being a slut. Nothing gets her more aroused!

Not only was the night she fucked Bob, a true epiphany for Ann individually, but it was highly significant to us as a couple for several reasons.
That moaning, groaning, cum soaked night, was the first time in our relationship that we pushed our fantasies past our imaginations, and through them headfirst into reality. No matter how much we talked about it before, It was still the first time I actually saw Ann with another man. Imagining your wife with another man, and picturing in your mind what her facial expression may look like, or the sounds she might make while he's fucking her, is one thing. To Practically smell his ass when he slips his forearms under the back of your wife's knees, and then pushes them to her tits, so he can find out if he can actually push his balls inside her pussy, thats already burping up globs of his cum, because his hard cock is so thick, there isn’t enough room in your wife’s stretched out cunt to accommodate his entire cock, and the big load of semen he's already pumped into her,,, Now that my friend, is a very different thing.

No more make-believe.
I mean, they fucked each other's brains out with me secretly watching from less than 3 feet away. I told all about it in my two earlier stories.
Watching Bob fuck my wife that hard, two days in a row was a little tough get my head around, and even though my fantasies always include her getting covered with cum, only minutes before she went in the den to seduce him, I was chickening out. I asked if she thought it would be a good idea to use condoms this time. She looked at me like I was crazy, and reminded me how disappointed we would both be later if she did that.
She was right, so I got my head straight for the upcoming event by thinking about how horny it made both of us, every time we fantasized about watching Bob cum in her pussy.
I was totally excited again about watching him fuck Ann bareback. I'm not sure my excitement would have been the same if I had known ahead of time, that Bob’s massive creampies were going to overflow her pussy the way they did. Both times he fucked her, it looked like he shot a quart of cum into my wife’s cunt. I wasn't totally ready for that sight.

Fortunately the jealousy I experienced over that first night they fucked each other had completely disappeared after a few reassurances from Ann. When we got back home from that weekend, she made it clear that she only had feelings for me, and whatever I saw happen meant nothing beyond the nasty sexual fantasies that we had cooked up together.
She said, “You have to look at whatever we do, as nothing more than nasty entertainment. You get off watching another man use me for his sexual gratification, and what gets my pussy throbbing is to have people watching when some asshole treats me like a slut. It doesn't mean anything more than sexual satisfaction, there's no reason to feel jealous.” Ann was right, ?The jealousy stopped months ago, and the fantasies were back, but now instead of the fantasies being made-up out of thin air, they had an absolutely real memory to to begin from. And oh my god! If that reality is where we get to start from now, I wonder what our imaginations can come up with?


Our recent fantasies were the hottest ever. And on this drive down to San Diego, we elevated each other's temperatures with a little nasty, and suggested teasing, but none of the good stuff. There was no reason to get all fired up about this trip. We had zero expectations of anything at all happening, let alone something like the last visit. After all, Kim is back home now, along with both her young k__s, so we have no choice, other than putting it completely out of our minds, and that's what we did as we drove the last few miles to their house. Apparently my mild disappointment was showing as I parked our car to the side of their driveway. Ann I'm sure sensed it. She took my hand for a moment and said, “It's okay baby, we’ll have fun next time.” That's when we heard Kim's voice. We were back!

It’s been four months and a few days since Bob and Ann fucked each other for the very first time. Over that time, a lot had happened. Ann had told Kim what happened that night and, that there had been a threesome on the second night of our visit. Kim made it clear that she didn’t give a shit what Bob did as long as he left her alone. She said It wasn’t going to change the their friendship in the least. Ann learned that Kim had a boyfriend she had been seeing for more than a year, and that he was giving her what she needed. Ann had suspected this for a while, and when she made her confession about the night with Bob, Kim felt comfortable in explaining why Mister cum so quick hadn’t been getting any at home.

Soon after we arrived, Ann and Kim left with the k—s to do some afternoon shopping. Bob and I rarely talk on the phone, and would never talk about this stuff unless we were face-to-face, but both of us had been dying to grill the other, with our questions about the first night they fucked. He and I had spent so many high as fuck all nighters, talking about how hot my wife is, that it only seemed appropriate to break out some of our favorite, powdered entertainment. Fuck! That stuff makes us so horny! Now we were in the perfect state of mind to spend the entire afternoon satisfying each other’s curiosities about what went on in that room. He was thrilled to learn that she had enjoyed fucking him so much. He talked a lot about how great it had been to fuck such a sensual, and exciting woman. I think he felt sexy and manly again. I was getting horny just thinking about what I watched them do that night, but I couldn't tell him I was watching them close up.
Instead, I had a blast asking asking Bob very specific and detailed questions like, did she do this, or did she do that to you, and how did it feel.
Of course, I probably remember the details better than he does, so I started asking him questions that led him right back into the moment. I Didn't take long until I had him squirming a little, and making frequent adjustments to something in his gym shorts. I hadn't even started with my detailed questions about what he did to Ann, when we heard the girls drive up, so I said, “listen man, I have to hear every detail of what you did to her.
I think she was so turned on that night, that she's embarrassed to tell me how you got her that fucking horny. We won't be able to talk anymore until they go to bed, but you think about it until then so you can recall everything. Then when we can talk again, I want to hear every last detail about how you turned my wife into your private cumslut for a night.” Bob couldn't hide the hard on making a tent in his gym shorts, so I knew I had his thoughts right where I wanted them.


With the entire bunch back at the house, we had a fairly common evening. After dinner we all watched TV and talked to each other about various things going on in the world. As it got later, Bob and I started our usual routine of getting higher than we already were, and drinking vodka.
The young ones were tucked in and sleeping already when sometime after 11:30 both of the ladies decided to call it night. It was the norm for Bob and I to stay up for much of the night because we would be too wired for sleep. It was time for Bob and I to slip back into our earlier discussion about how sexy Ann is. I figured I would start him off with an easy question, so I said,
“I hate to ask you this, and please don't take me wrong, but I had never seen your cock until you fucked her in front of me the second day, and dude! She told me you fucked her really good, but every time I ask her what she meant, she wouldn't tell me. So here's my question. Did you have a hard time getting your cock in her pussy? I noticed how thick you are, she looked like she was stretched to the limit. Was her snatch squeezing your cock as tight as it looked like it was? You have to tell me man.”
Bob’s tent was back, and taller than ever. Those things I just said, made him feel like King Fuck! He said. “Yeah, her cunt was so fuckin tight. It had a grip on my cock the whole time I was pounding her.” ” I said, “When Ann has an orgasm, it’s spectacular! Were you ever able to make her cum?” Bob’s chest puffed out and he said, Hell yeah, I made her cum two times!” I quickly asked him, “With your cock, or with your mouth?”
He replied, “Both ways!” I asked him, “Which way did you like best?”
Bob hesitated and then said, “I'm going to be honest with you, that was my first experience. I never made Kim cum. I don't even know if she can.”
I said, “No Shit man! Ann was your first?” Bob admitted to it, “Yup, when I got her off with my tongue, she flooded my whole mouth with her girl cum. It freaked me out at first.” I laughed and said, Well, from the way Ann looked when she came back from your room, I would say you got even with her on any surprise cum sort of thing. He said, “yeah, that was a big one even for me. It was her fault though!” I asked him, “How so?”
I loved Bob's next answer. He said, “That second time I made her cum, I was fucking her real hard, and she was begging me to cum in her pussy, and I intended to really soon, but when she started to cum, she was making those sounds, then all of a sudden, her pussy that was already super tight, started having one spasm right after another. I swear man It felt like her hot cunt was milking my whole cock, all the way from the bottom right next to my nuts, and then squeezing the shaft from there to the head.
Hot Cunt milking my cock, and a hot babe begging me to cum in her, I fuckin lost it right there. That was the hottest moment ever for me!
I’ve never cum that hard before in my life!

All the reminiscing about that hot weekend had us both going crazy.
I had the table set perfectly, but I had one more tasty appetizer for Bob to sample before deciding what his main course would be tonight. It was obvious that he was super horny again. I said, “Okay man, I brought along a little treat for you, but you have to keep this to yourself. If Ann ever found out, we would both be dead meat.” He didn't even know what I was talking about when he promised to keep it secret. I told him to lay out a couple more lines, and refill our vodkas while I popped out to the car. I quietly went out the side door, and was back in the den in a few seconds. Bob had our new refreshments ready, so I sat down, then handed him a VHS tape and said, “Pop this in the VCR and tell me what you think.” Seconds later, a very horny Bob pushed PLAY. I had already queued up the tape to where I wanted. The first thing to fill the TV screen was a wide shot of Ann riding my cock cowgirl. She had her tits down against my chest. The camera was beginning to Zoom in for a super tight close-up of her wet cunt sliding up and down, the full length of my cock. She was belting out OH GOD I’M CUMMIN! I”M CUMMIN ON YOUR COCK PLEASE CUM IN ME!
FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM! While Ann was making those announcements, the camera reached full zoom, and there was her wide open pink goodness in full orgasmic spasm, milking my cock.
I didn't need to say anything

Bob blurted out “I need to fuck her again.”

No longer feeling any jealousy, I told him, —“You know where she is. It’s up to her.”
I must admit that I was getting very excited about the thought of him doing her again.
He asked me if I would keep an eye out for Kim or one of the k**s if they should get up.
I told him I would do that as long as he promised to tell me every detail when he came back out. He agreed that he would. With Kim asleep in his room he headed for the guest room door.

As it turns out, when Ann went to the guest room, she discovered that the bed had sheets on it, but no covers. Instead of leaving the room to look for a blanket, she grabbed a sleeping bag from the closet. The sleeping bag was a dark blue, waterproof, nylon type, with a soft, fuzzy, flannel lining inside.

In order to use it like a blanket, she unzipped it and put it flat on the bed with the warm fuzzy side down and the slick, waterproof side up. She crawled under it and fell asleep.
It would still be a couple of more hours before Bob and I would have our collective minds worked up into the horny frenzy that would send him on a covert mission behind the closed door of the guest bedroom but,
Around 2:00 AM he opened that door, stepped into the dark room, and closed the door behind him. When I heard the lock on the doorknob click,
I somehow knew, something pretty fucking hot, was about to happen.
My mind was spinning as I imagined what sort of perverted sex acts might be taking place in there. I wondered how he would approach her? How would he start something? As it turned, out he handled that part pretty damn skillfully.

When Bob finally emerged from the guest room about 68 minuets after going in, not that I was keeping track or anything, He had a huge grin on his face.
From what he told me that night and what Ann told me during our drive home the next day, I was able to get a pretty accurate picture of what went on that room.

When Bob went in where Ann was sleeping and closed the door, the room was very dark. He felt his way to the bed and located her, sleeping on her back, under the unzipped sleeping bag. He was feeling very bold at that moment so he went to the foot of the bed and gently crawled under the cover she was using.
Bob told me how he very slowly moved her legs apart, no more than an inch at a time.
He was trying to make room to get his shoulders in between them. He went on to explain how when he had managed to get her legs parted almost enough for his intended purpose, she stirred. He thought he had woken her up, and almost chickened out at that instant. Bob said he stayed very still as she shifted around slightly. He said he thought for a moment she was going to roll over but instead, she kept her left leg pretty much where he had positioned it, and raised her right knee up, dragging her foot up closer to her butt. Bob’s eyes had adjusted to the dark room enough by now that he was no longer operating blind. He told me when she raised that knee it caused the sleeping bag to shift a little to her left exposing both legs and her sheer white panties.
She may have been too warm with his added body heat near, and wanted the covers off her. According to her, (and I know she is telling the truth) she was still sound asleep. In any event, the raising of the knee had removed the covers and Bob said after no more than a second or two, she let her raised knee flop straight to the side.
That left her legs spread very nicely but her right foot was in his path. Bob claimed that he took another 10 minutes, in his estimation, to slowly move her right foot out of his way without waking her. Ann swears she was sound asleep through all of this and never knew it was happening. I believe her.

Now Bob could see her lying on her back, uncovered, with her legs spread precisely as he had wanted them. Ann is in fact, still asleep as he slowly inched his body up the bed until his face was hovering just above the hot pussy he craved so much.

Bob said he was so excited that he started shaking, and was forced to back away a few inches until he could control his body again. Slowly scooting up between Ann’s open thighs again, he tilted his forehead up slightly, making his face parallel to the slope of her pubic area. Bob then slowly, carefully lowered his nose, stopping finally within a millimeter of Ann’s fragrant
slit. Motionless, He remained there, inhaling deeply over, and over, taking in her scent. He told me later, the time he spent there could be the most erotic thing he’s ever experienced. A very beautiful woman, still sleeping,
as he inhales her natural scent. when Bob tried to describe the way she smelled he said, “It’s not at all like soap, and doesn’t really smell sweet at all, like some perfume, there isn’t any sort of offensiveness to her scent,
but it deffinitly doesn’t smell like nothing, and it’s so much more alluring, than when a woman has just stepped out of the shower. I could see how much he was struggling as he searched for the words to describe that experience. I told him, “I understand why you can't put into words, what that scent is like, but I've been there, and it is hypnotic. It's probably impossible to describe it any more accurately than a famous actor, when he simply called it, The sent of a Woman .
There was nothing in his way at this point, but those thin, see through panties that said Saturday in pink letters. (I have saved those panties to
this day
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Bob told me how he remained there, motionless for several minuets, regaining the nerve to continue without the direct invitations she had issued the last two times they fucked.
He wasn’t sure at all, how she would react to the stealth approach he was attempting tonight. It took only a few minuets of inhaling the sent of her delisious cunt for his courage to return full force, accompanied by his rock hard cock. He had dreamed this moment a hundred times over the last few months and nothing could stop him now.
He had another four months worth of sperm backed up in his balls that needed to be released. The little purple head was in full control now.


Bob told me how his dick was so hard that it was hurting him to lay on his stomach. He had to lean his body slightly to the left to allow room for his raging hard on to spring upward for relief.

He described how his entire body was quivering with nervous excitement as he reached up with his right hand to carefully pull the crotch of Ann’s panties to one side, exposing her moist lips. Bob was smiling proudly as he described his beginning attempt at being the seducer instead of the seduced. He said he started with the lightest of licks. Just the tip of his tongue brushing softly along her exposed labia. When no protest was encountered he grew bolder and began to dip his tongue deeper inside the fragrant folds. Bob told me that he very gently moved his tongue to the bottom of her canyon, and then started to lick slowly down to her asshole, then at a snails pace, move it back up her slit until he reached the bottom of her clit. After a few of these long, slow trips in her love canal she began to stir. Bob said that was his most nervous moment. In the next few seconds he might be on the receiving end of a loud scream and a slap to the face or he might get some encouraging sign. He continued the same uninterrupted, slow motion tongue trips as she began to become aware of a pleasant sensation taking place between her legs. It was then he heard the only word she would intentionally speak to him that entire night, and it wasn’t really even a word. There would be several of the muffled moans and groans of passionate people trying to be as quiet as possible while fucking each others brains out that night, but those are sounds that just happen. They happen instinctively as people experience pleasure. If you don’t want to be heard, you must hold those sounds back. BUT this sound. The one she just made was on purpose, and intended to convey a message. Though it’s not a word I am sure how to spell, it told Bob everything he needed to know. As he licked her cunt she verbalized
“MMMMmmmm!”
Bob had the green light now so he eagerly went directly to return the pleasure Ann had introduced him to in the first few minutes of their first night. He had never engaged in any anal activities. No woman before Ann had ever put their tongue near his ass and he had never tried it on any woman. He just remembered how it much it had turned him on to watch a beautiful blonde extend her tongue to lick his balls and then push it up his ass. He couldn’t wait to return the pleasure, so as soon as he heard her sound of approval, he went straight for her pink starfish. Bob said he was swirling his tongue in quick circles around her hole and every few seconds darting it inside her. She was squirming more now as he would push it in a little deeper with each thrust of his newly acquired skill. He told me that before he had practiced for very long she raised both knees up to her chest and allowed him one last very deep plunge. Then without a sound, Ann slipped the fingers of both her hands into his hair and pulled his head to her pussy. With her knees still raised high, she spread her legs a little wider and pressed his lips to her clit.

This is where she picked up the story to fill in the details. When she woke up with her pussy being licked, she thought it was me. She told me it was feeling good to her but she was still half asleep, just enjoying the warm tongue massaging her pussy.
According to Ann, she doesn’t know if it had been one minute or ten minuets when she began to get aroused and woke up enough to realize that the technique be used on her pussy was not mine.
She decided not to say one word and keep her eyes closed. Bob continued to eat her pussy for a while until she was again, very wet.

Ann told me she moved to get comfortable and accidentally pushed the sleeping bag off the bed onto the floor. Something about that caused Bob to jump out of the bed and stand at the end. We never did figure that one out. In any event she picked up the sleeping bag and spread it smoothly back over the bed with the waterproof side still facing up. Without speaking a word she sat back on the bed, then slid her butt across the smooth nylon to her previous position. Once in place, she reclined to lay on her back again and used her hands to pull her knees back to her chest as she parted her legs. Still without one word being spoken by either of them, he got back on the bed and settled himself between her inviting legs. Bob slipped her cotton T-shirt up and off.
After a short period of nipple sucking he raised up and reached for the waistband of her white panties. Ann put her legs close together and lifted her hips so he could pull them down to her knees. Then she silently raised her feet so he could slip the panties off.
Ann told me that as soon as her panties reached her knees she closed her eyes and never opened them again until after he finished. She didn’t speak or look throughout the entire session. She wanted to see what he would be like with her responding to whatever he did but not leading him in any way. Ann told me that after Bob slipped her panties off her feet, she put her feet back down on the bed. She kept her knees raised but touching with her legs closed.
She said she relaxed completely and let him take charge. She would participate fully but Bob would have to initiate every move. Completely the opposite of their first one on one where she had controlled the show from start to finish.
It didn’t take him too long to catch on and when he did, she told me he put one hand on each of her knees to lift her feet off the bed and spread her legs wide apart.
Once he had her positioned wide open, he leaned in to give her pussy a few more licks and kissed her clit a couple of times. Ann told me It didn’t matter if he was going to be great or not tonight. She was soaked from the anticipation and turned on by the silence.
She kept her eyes closed as she felt him rubbing the head of his cock in her wetness. Then he put his chest against hers, and with the first long, entry stroke, he pushed his hard cock in so deep she felt his tight balls touch her wide stretched starfish. They had never fucked in missionary position before now.

Here is where his account, and hers, are different. Bob was in the room for a little more than an hour. When he came out he was smiling and telling me that he “Did her good”
And “What a great fuck You get to live with”

Her story, which is the one I believe to be true, was that she has no idea how long he was in the room before he did anything. Ann said she believed the total time from when she first woke up enough to realized her pussy was getting some attention, until he spread her out and pushed his cock inside, was no more than 10 minuets. She told me that he too, never spoke one word as he fucked her slowly, in her words,
“Trying his best not to cum”


Ann said he had been fucking her that way for less than five minuets when he suddenly froze, dead still for about 10 seconds, trying his best to hold back, but then he gave up and started banging her fast. He instantly started making small muffled moans as he pumped into her pussy, unloading his overfilled balls deep inside her again.

Then she was shocked. The second Bob finished his last hard, nut contraction to squeeze that last drop of his sperm into her pussy, he immediately pulled his cock out, got up, and went to sit on the floor of the room near the window. She peaked out the corner of one eye to see him there pulling his gym shorts back on.
Ann said she put her legs back flat on the sleeping bag and lay perfectly still and silent, as if asleep. She told me that Bob sat on the floor for a long while and then finally got up and left the room without either of them ever saying a single word.

After Bob told me his short story with no real detail, I left to go to bed. The insatiable voyeur in me had tried it’s best to listen in on their steamy action. The door had been closed this time so the best I could do was try to listen through the door. I stayed a few minuets and heard absolutely nothing. I didn’t know about the silent fuck she was going for. I checked back with the door every few minuets and the most I ever heard was the rustling sound of that damn nylon as they were banging away briefly. Of all the times they would eventually be together, this one was the most frustrating for me. They were in there pleasuring each other, having fun and I couldn’t see, or even hear, anything they were doing. I vowed then, to plan ahead and never let it happen that way again. If there was going to be a next time, I would be controlling the big picture and they could fill in the holes, so to speak.

When I entered the guest room I couldn’t see anything but I found my way to the bed. Ann was back under the covers as I sat on the edge of the bed and asked her “So what happened”?
All she would say was “I’ll tell you everything tomorrow”
I reached out my hand to give her pat on the butt. As I lowered my hand to the blue nylon, it went directly into an absolute pool of cum collected on the non absorbent fabric. It had apparently been four months again since his last nut. I have no idea what makes that guy cum so much. The volume and thickness is astonishing, and borders on unnatural.

I left her alone that night and we both got a little sleep. I wouldn’t hear her side of the story until we were driving back to LA later that day,
We all got out of bed around noon. As we stood in the kitchen having coffee I heard Ann ask Bob “ Did you have a nice night?”

Bob smiled and replied “ It was a Quiet one”

The next chapter will tell the story of his visit to our place in Redondo. A hidden camera with remote control zoom and powerful shotgun microphones captured all the action with close ups of his cream pie and sound so good you would rip your pants just listening to his cock sloshing in her dripping pussy.