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When my friend, Dave, invited me and my wife over to watch movies (on his new 80 inch, 4K flat screen) and have a few drinks, I knew he had broken up with his girlfriend a few months ago. I also knew that if it wore a skirt, he would be after it. I just never considered that Dave would be after my wife!

~~~

It was getting late when our host, Dave, excused himself and headed for the bathroom.

"You just don't give a damn! Do you?" my wife angrily huffed as soon as she heard the bathroom door close. When Joan is mad, there is no stopping her.

"Of course I do. I just don't think Dave kissing you is such a tragedy, that's all," I replied in a low, calm voice, trying to avoid an argument. Oh, I was pissed about Joan trying to deny what really happened. I just didn't want to air our dirty laundry in front of the two other couples Dave had invited for movie night.

Joan crossed her arms and glared at me.

"Oh... No, it wasn't a tragedy, Pete! It was god-damned assault! Jesus, the crude bastard shoved his tongue in my mouth and grabbed my ass; and you don't give a damn!" she hissed.

The other couples were casually sipping their drinks and making small talk, pretending to ignore us, and I didn't see the point in holding back anymore.

"Well, what the hell did you expect, Joan? You followed him into the kitchen like an alley-cat in heat! And something tells me that if I hadn't seen what you two were doing, you wouldn't be making a fuss about it now," I shot back. "Hmm... Yeah! And now that I think about it, I'm wondering why you were so worried about me wrinkling your dress before we left the house? You obviously weren't worried about it when Dave was grabbing your ass," I added with a little more venom than I had intended.

Joan had on a basic black mini dress with a neckline that was showing plenty of her double-D cleavage and a hemline that had been exposing her legs to mid-thigh, or higher, all night!

"I don't think you'd care if he mauled me! No... You don't care. Not even a little bit. Do you?" Joan spat.

Judging by her reply, I'd hit the nail on the head.

"Yeah, well... If you weren't enjoying the attention, I would have stopped him. But let's face it. You weren't exactly objecting," I retorted.

"So let me get this straight. You're saying it's OK with you, as long as I don't object?" Joan asked flippantly.

That was an obvious challenge!

"Yeah... Yeah, that's right! It doesn't matter to me. Go ahead, do whatever the fuck you wanna do!" I angrily quipped.

~

After fifteen years of marriage, we certainly knew how to push each other's buttons. But I was in no mood to put up with her; a strong offense is the best defense, crap. I know what I saw, and it was a hell of a lot more than a neighborly "Hi, I'm happy to see you" bread and butter kiss.

~

The other couples were no longer ignoring us and had swiveled their attention to Joan. But before she could launch her next volley, the bathroom door opened. Joan and I gave each other one last childish sneer. Then everyone settled back in their seats and tried to act as if nothing was amiss.

You could cut the tension with a knife when Dave walked into the living room. The two other couples started making "it's time to go" moves, and it looked like the night was about over as Dave stood there with a puzzled look on his face.

I downed my last swallow of cheap bourbon, thinking, great. Now Joan and I can continue our fight at home, where the decibel levels won't be limited by politeness.

Then I set my empty tumbler on the coffee table and gave Joan an "it's time to go" tip of the head.

Joan just glared at me with disdain, picked up her more than half-full glass of wine (the one Dave had been attentively topping off all night), and casually took a sip as though she had no inkling that I wanted to go.

~

For me, the whole evening had been a bust. As usual, Joan took forever to get ready, and we were fashionably late. When we arrived, the other couples had settled into the couch and loveseat.

There wasn't room on the couch for four to sit comfortably, so Dave graciously offered Joan his plush recliner. Then he correctly assumed that I didn't want to be a third wheel on the couch and grabbed a chair from the dining room.

Dave placed the chair, more or less, across from Joan on the other side of the coffee table, next to the couch, and gestured for me to sit with a cheesy grin. I was a little taken-aback. But I didn't want to be impolite to our host and took a seat.

Then Dave retrieved another chair for himself, and I thought he would sit next to me. But, to my dismay, Dave placed the chair by his recliner and sat next to Joan as if he belonged there!

As I sat through not one but two girl movies with my ass going numb in that uncomfortable chair watching Joan and Dave (who were obviously enjoying the movies) whisper and giggle like teenagers, I just figured the stars and planets had somehow aligned to make my night miserable.

But, in light of recent events (like my wife insisting that she help Dave make and serve this last round of drinks, then noting that there were more than drinks being mixed in the kitchen when I decided to go to the bathroom), I was beginning to think there was more to it than that.

~

The other couples got to their feet, and everyone exchanged brief pleasantries. Then Dave saw them out, returned, and started to collect the empty glasses.

"Would you two like another?" he cheerfully inquired. I shook my head, no, and Joan waved him off with a satiated smile. "All right then," Dave said, and took the empties into the kitchen.

I just wanted to get the hell outta there and started to get up. Joan cleared her throat and gave me a "you're being impolite" scowl as she swirled her wine, indicating that she planned to finish it.

All things considered, I couldn't understand why Joan wasn't in a hurry to leave too. But I figured, what the hell, our fight could wait. Then I sat my numb ass on the now-empty couch and gave Joan a "hurry up" scowl.

The back of Dave's recliner was near the kitchen entrance, kitty-corner to the main thoroughfare between the dining room and the living room.

Joan leaned back and looked into the kitchen.

"Oh, Dave," she beckoned, with a come-hither gesture and a girlish little wiggle.

"Yes, Joan," Dave replied, then came out of the kitchen, stood behind his recliner, and bent over close to see what she wanted. They locked eyes for a moment. Then Joan stretched up, cupped her hand to his ear, and whispered something...

"Oh — Really!" Dave exclaimed, and peered up at me with raised eyebrows. "Joan says that you saw us kissing in the kitchen, and you weren't jealous. Is that true, Pete?" he asked without any deference!

~

I was stunned that Dave had the balls to come right out and say that to me, and I couldn't believe Joan had just said that to him.

Oh, I'm sure she expected me to admit that I was jealous and take her home. But I was pissed and having none of it!

Joan doesn't do anything, Joan doesn't want to do, and I wasn't about to let her weasel out of this. If she won't admit that she was in the wrong, she may as well just stay here with Dave! And even if she does admit it, there will be some serious discussions about boundaries and our future.

~

"Jealous... Why would I be jealous? I mean, what the hell! It looked like consenting adults to me," I flippantly countered.

"Well... It sure felt consenting," Dave confessed. "But then I haven't held or kissed a woman since Nancy and I split up, and I didn't really ask," he added like it was no big deal.

"So... You just decided to hold and kiss my wife?" I asked incredulously, as my fingernails dug into the palms of my tightly balled fists!

"Yeah, and I liked it a lot," Dave boldly declared.

Joan could see how pissed I was and shrunk down in the chair as she swiveled her gaze from me to Dave and back again, afraid that we were about to fight.

"Well, don't let me stop you. Help yourself! I'm sure Joan can handle anything you can dish out," I shot back, calling her bluff.

Joan sat up straight with fire shooting from her eyes!

"Excuse me! Did you just say; help yourself?" she spat.

If looks could kill, I would have been cremated on the spot.

"Hey, whatever turns you on, Dave," I said, thinking, yeah, that's right Joan; two can play this game!

"Hmm... Whatever turns me on, huh..." Dave mused and stroked his chin as he mulled over the possibilities. Then he bent down, and unbeknownst in advance to Joan, gently placed his lips on her neck just above her right shoulder.

Joan tensed with wide-eyed surprise, and her face flushed as Dave trailed tender kisses up her neck.

Every fiber of my being wanted to launch off the couch and kill Dave, but as I watched Joan's shocked look morph into passionate defiance, my anger and pride were being overruled by a part of my body that was finding this all very erotic.

Dave paused and took a moment to admire Joan's neck. "Mmmm... Very nice," he offered. "And I have to say, Pete, I'm really getting turned on here. Are you sure you're not getting jealous?" he asked, poking the bear!

"Not me," I replied, my voice dripping with juvenile sarcasm.

I was torn between wanting to strangle Dave with my bare hands and wanting to make Joan admit that she was in the wrong!

"Well, I'm glad to hear that, Pete. I almost forgot how nice it is to kiss a beautiful woman like this," Dave said, and without compunction began kissing her neck again!

Joan gripped the chair and glared at me as she tilted her head to give Dave better access.

"Are you going to tell Dave to stop, Pete?" she asked, her tone a mix of passion and defiance, testing my resolve.

"No! Are you, Joan?" I asked pointedly.

"It's up to you," she replied, putting the onus back on me.

"I'm not stopping anything. In fact, this could be interesting to watch!" I declared, determined to call her bluff.

Dave stood and nodded with a self-satisfied smile while Joan just stared at me. Her expression, now more "deer in the headlights" than defiant. My wife isn't one to back down from a fight, especially when she is well into her second bottle of wine. However, I think it had just dawned on her that I wasn't backing down!

I intently watched Dave place his hands on my wife's shoulders and firmly work his thumbs into the tense muscles at the base of her neck. Her expression softened as Joan began to move her head in slow, small circles. Then her eyes fluttered shut, and I saw the tension drain from her body as she gave in to his skilled hands with a low groan.

"Enjoying that, Joan?" I asked snidely to keep up the pressure as I tried to ignore the pressure in my pants.

"Yes!" she breathlessly admitted.

"Tell me, Dave. Are you getting off on doing that to my wife, right in front of me?" I asked with a nasty tone.

"Umm... What do you think, Pete?" Dave countered, and he shifted his hips so I could see the bulge in his pants.

As far as I was concerned, Joan had already crossed the line. But I was determined to make her back down and drew a new line in the sand that she wouldn't dare cross.

"Well, it looks to me like you're ready to, uh, what did we call it when we were kids? Cop a feel! Get to second base!" I stated crudely.

That snapped Joan out of her pleasurable trance, and her eyes popped open with a questioning, almost pleading stare.

"What do you think, Joan; think Dave wants to cop a feel?" I asked, sensing cracks in her armor!

"I... I don't know, Pete," she stammered, her voice tinged with fear and uncertainty. Joan was caught in her own trap with no idea of just how far I would let Dave go.

"I have to admit, the thought has crossed my mind," Dave interjected. He knew what was going on, and he was right where he wanted to be.

"Well, I didn't hear Joan object. So, go ahead. I won't stop you," I declared, thinking (In for a penny, in for a pound), let's see how far my slut wife lets Dave go!

Dave moved his hands forward and gently traced his fingers over her clavicles until his fingertips touched below her throat, then slowly moved them downward.

Her hands gripped the arms of the chair, tense, but clearly enjoying the attention. Her eyes were wide, no longer showing defiance but indicating shock that I was actually letting Dave play with her tits, as his fingers slipped into the deep vee of her ample cleavage.

Dave stopped at the low-cut neckline of her dress, his fingers trapped in Joan's gapless cleavage. His expression was almost orgasmic as he gently opened the gap and let the weight trap his fingers again.

Then Dave began to caress and knead his fingers along and under the neckline of Joan's dress.

I could see the confusion in Joan's eyes, wondering why I was letting this proceed. The tension was almost unbearable as Dave slowly worked his fingers a little further with each caress and squeeze.

"What are you waiting for Dave? I haven't heard Joan object," I stated coldly to keep up the pressure.

Dave just grinned at me and kept that same slow, steady pace as Joan sat there stiff as a board, clearly conflicted. On the one hand, she was enjoying Dave’s ministrations judging by the two points showing through her dress but, on the other hand, she was worried that I wasn’t stopping him, and her mouth was open in disbelief.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel my breath catch and start with every involuntary twitch Joan made as Dave worked his fingers into her bra.

Would Joan tell him to stop? Did I even want her to?

Dave was at the point of no return and lightly brushed his fingertips over her nipples. Joan gasped, and my heart leapt into my throat as her chest heaved against his touch.

Dave cupped and hefted her full double D tits, obviously enjoying the weight of them in his hands as Joan stared at me with indignant lust in her half-open eyes.

I knew everything about this was wrong!

But then Dave began to roll and pinch her nipples, and I was so turned-on I couldn't think straight as I watched her shudder and writhe under his hands.

"You're not going to object, Joan? You're just going to sit there and let Dave play with your married tits?" I challenged with my lust and anger tangled in a knockdown drag-out fight, as my cock strained against my pants.

"You tell him to stop, Pete," Joan countered, her voice shallow, breathy, and broken.

"Oh... I think we've already established that if you don't object, it's OK with me. Remember?" I retorted as Joan's eyes closed and her head tipped back in ecstasy.

"Well, I sure as hell don't want to stop. Is that an invitation to do more?" Dave eagerly suggested.

"Sure. Go ahead, Dave," I dejectedly replied as the reality of how easily Joan had crossed my line in the sand set in. "That okay with you, Joan?" I asked rhetorically. Not sure that she heard me or even cared what I had to say anymore.

When Joan didn't answer, that was as good as a "yes" to Dave, and he pulled his hands from her dress.

Joan went limp in the chair, believing it was over.

"Lean forward, Joan," Dave urged softly.

She questioningly looked up at Dave.

"Go ahead," I said, wondering just how far my loving wife would let this go before she called a halt to it.

Joan tentatively leaned forward, almost in a daze, as Dave fumbled with the locking clasp.

"How does this dress work, Joan?" he asked in frustration.

"Tell him, Joan; tell Dave how to open your dress!" I goaded.

What was that Garth Brooks’ song? Something about burning bridges?

"It's, uh, it's... ," she stammered.

"A little tongue-tied, Dear?" I asked to keep her on the ropes!

"Oh, alright, I'll help you, Dave. It's kinda tricky. Just push the two parts together, and they'll unhook. Then you can unzip Joan's dress," I said sarcastically to hide my own anxiety.

Dave got the clasp open, then stared at me as he began to slowly unzip my wife's dress.

"Dave is unzipping your dress, Joan. Why aren't you telling him to stop?" I asked flatly, trying not to choke on the lump in my throat.

"It's up to you, Pete. He'll stop if you tell him to," she replied with a shaky, almost pleading voice.

"No, Joan. It’s your call, not mine. You have to tell him to stop! And you know why!" I asserted through gritted teeth. My anger had fought its way through my brawling emotions. Though I wasn't sure why it mattered anymore.

"Never!" Joan blurted out like a sulking child.

I knew this had nothing to do with their stolen kiss in the kitchen anymore as I climbed off the couch, went to Joan, and reached for her.

She tightly grasped my hands with a strained smile as tears welled in her eyes, thinking that I had capitulated.

"Joan... You have to say the words!" I said with an oddly tender tone.

She shook her head no, and I pulled her to her feet.

It had become a battle of wills, a matter of pride and ego!

"No, honey, you have to tell him," Joan quietly insisted, staring at the floor.

"Turn around!" I said firmly.

Joan looked up at me with her bottom lip curled out as tears spilled from her welling eyes. Then she slowly turned around and faced Dave with her head hung down.

Dave had left the zipper in the small of her back, a few inches from the bottom. I reached out, grasped the tab, and gently tugged upward. Joan raised her head, her body language almost joyful. She thought that I was going to zip up her dress, and this would all be over.

Then I yanked it to the bottom, hooked my finger into the waistband of her black lace panties, pulled, and let it snap-back.

"Are you going to tell Dave that this has gone far enough?" I asked as I traced my fingers up the small of her back.

"No, Pete. You started this; you have to tell him!" Joan replied sternly, her body language cold and defiant.

"Is this some kind of foreplay with you two?" Dave asked.

"Not, exactly," I replied as I leaned over Joan's right shoulder, slid my fingers into the back of her short blond hair, and took a firm grip. Then I tipped her head back and to the left, my mouth now only an inch from where Dave had kissed her neck.

"Would you believe this started as a fight over my wife kissing another man and trying to deny it?" I facetiously asserted. Joan tensed at my words and cringed away from my hot breath on her neck as she stood there stiff and defiant.

"But somehow, it became a battle of wills! Right, Dear?" I asked insistently and then kissed her neck where Dave had. I felt a shudder run up Joan's spine and released her hair as I looked Dave in the eye.

"Why... do you have a problem with that?" I snapped, my anger, ego, and lust facing off like a pack of wolves fighting over a bitch in heat!

"Not at all. Just curious. I've heard about couples who get off on that sort of thing. But-hey, it's all good!" Dave replied, truce-hands in the air, ready to ride this train to the last stop.

Joan reached over her shoulders, pulled her dress together with a shimmy, so everything was in place to be zipped!

"Well... " she said emphatically, glaring sideways at me.

"Well?" I parroted snidely.

"Well, are you going to zip me up and stop this, Pete?" she asked pointedly.

"Are you going to tell Dave you've had enough?" I sternly retorted as I brushed her hands away, gripped her shoulders, and worked my thumbs into the back of her neck just like Dave had.

"I won't!" she spat like a brat, rigid and refusing to give in to my massaging hands.

"You're just not going to admit you were in the wrong, are you?" I asked, not sure what would make Joan back down; not sure I wanted her to!

"No. I won't."

I held my tongue as I massaged out to the straps of her dress and back to her neck.

"I will not!" she protested again.

"You won't?" I questioned dubiously and lifted her shoulder straps slightly.

"I won't!" Joan asserted.

"Pride cometh before... " I stated and moved the straps out beyond her shoulders.

"You wouldn't dare!" she said defiantly.

"Either tell us you've had enough, or it's coming off."

"Fine! Go ahead, I dare you," she challenged with a snide, unbelieving tone.

Before Joan could react, I yanked her straps down past her dangling hands and let her little black dress fall in a pile around her strappy black, four-inch stilettos.

Joan quickly crossed her arms over her bra-covered tits and instinctively crossed her knees. Then she spun her head and looked at me with genuine disbelief in her wide eyes!

The tension in the room, and my chest, rose ten-fold. Not to mention the pressure in my pants.

Dave was grinning like a teenage boy who had never seen a woman in her bra and panties before as he shifted his uncomfortably straining cock.

"You have the power to stop this, Joan," I reminded her.

"So do you, Pete," Joan replied flatly with a beady-eyed glare.

Then Joan turned back to Dave, and I could tell they were searching each other's eyes for answers as to how far this would go!

"You have the power, too, Dave," I threw out, looking for a bridge not yet burned.

"I plead the fifth. You two can fight or dare or whatever. I'm just going along for the ride," Dave replied.

"Shit," I mumbled, thinking, what the hell did I expect?

"That sounded like a concession," Joan said eagerly.

"Not quite," I replied and grasped the bra hooks I had fastened earlier that evening.

"Pete..." Joan said questioningly.

"Yes, Joan?" I smugly replied as I popped one of the three hooks on her push-up bra.

"What are you doing, Pete?" she asked with nervous urgency.

"Are you going to tell Dave this has gone far enough?" I responded, my fingers poised on the next hook.

"You have to tell him... Pete!" Joan said, her voice raising an octave as I popped the second hook!

"I'm sure, from his viewpoint, Dave got a good look at your tits when you let him play with them. But I'm betting that he would love to see them in all their glory! Right, Dave?" I asked. I could feel Joan tense as I put pressure on the last hook.

"Hell, yeah!" Dave replied, his boyish amazement replaced by the hungry piercing eyes of a wolf.

"Are you going to show Dave your tits? Or are you going to call this off, Joan?" I asked, tugging at the hook to make my point.

"It's up to you, Pete," she replied, passing the buck again.

"All right then," I plainly said as I popped the last hook and the strap flew open. I felt a shiver run through Joan, then ran my hands up her goosebump-covered skin and gripped her shoulders.

"Step out of your dress, Dear," I prompted, steadying Joan as she shakily stepped out of the ring of black fabric on the floor.

I squatted down and picked her dress off the floor. Then I slid my hand over her right ass cheek and gave it a good squeeze as I stood. That brought Joan back into the moment. She spun her head and shot me an indignant glare that I met with a cheesy grin.

Dave was looking Joan over with edge of the seat anticipation, as she stood there with a sour look on her face.

"Hey, Dave," I said, breaking his intense focus.

"Huh," he mumbled, then looked at me as though I had interrupted an important meeting.

"Catch," I said and tossed him the dress. "Make yourself useful, and hang Joan's little black dress over the back of the chair," I instructed, then gave her ass another quick grope as I added, "Joan doesn't like it to get wrinkled."

Dave neatly laid out her dress and brought his gaze back to Joan with unmistakable lust in his eyes.

"Well, come on, give Dave your bra so he can hang it with your dress," I goaded. "Or you could just say stop!" I offered.

Joan gave me a dubious side-eye glance, uncrossed her arms, planted her thumbs on her hips as she took a hard stance, locked eyes with Dave, and spoke to me.

"Well, would you like me to say stop? Or would you like me to give Dave my bra? Make up your mind, Pete," she asserted as if she were talking to an indecisive child.

I couldn't believe how fast Joan had gone from passive-aggressive to outright aggressive!

"What's the matter, honey? Cat got your tongue?" Joan chided, sensing she had the upper hand and giving me a taste of my own medicine as I stood there with my stomach twisted in knots, feeling exactly like an indecisive child.

~

Joan and I had taken this way past the point of no return, and I knew that every challenge, rebuttal, and redirect had become some kind of angry, twisted, lust-driven foreplay. I also knew that if I had just kept my mouth shut, Joan would have been so horny from Dave hitting on her all night, and getting away with her stolen kiss, that I would be lying next to her, in our bed, spent from getting my brains fucked-out!

~

"I didn't hear Pete say stop? Did you, Dave?" Joan rhetorically asked, giving me another taste.

"No! I didn't hear a thing," Dave eagerly agreed.

Joan lifted her right hand from her hip and gave Dave a come-hither gesture. He tentatively stepped from behind the chair and stood there, looking unsure with his hard cock bulging in his jeans.

He was to Joan's left as I stood to her right and a step behind. Even so, it was pretty obvious when she lowered her gaze to his crotch and pointed at the seat of the recliner.

"Sit," Joan said firmly.

Dave no longer had the chair between us and gave me a wide-eyed WTF look, suddenly not so cocky and sure of himself. I just nodded at the chair. This was Joan's show, at the moment.

Dave smoothly sidestepped in front of Joan and stood there with his eyes fixated on her cleavage. She put her fingers under his chin, brought his eyes up to hers, and then slowly traced her fingers down his neck to the middle of his chest.

"I said, sit!" Joan sternly ordered as she pushed!

Dave fell back, never breaking eye contact with Joan as he clutched the armrests and situated himself.

"Good boy," she crooned, then slipped her bra straps off her shoulders, grasped the top of her lace cups, and began to slowly roll them down, swaying to and fro, giving Dave a striptease show.

He just sat there, mesmerized, mouth agape as I took a step forward for a better view. Joan had a smoldering bad girl smile on her face, and I had never seen her look so sexy and hot.

Just before her nipples were exposed, Joan stopped with a sexy wiggle, moved her hands under the tenuously hanging cups of her bra, lifted and squeezed.

I swear, my cock tried to tear through my pants as Dave brought his right fist to his mouth and bit down on his finger with a sexually frustrated growl.

Then Joan pinched a fold of lace under each cup and tugged at them. The erotic tension was incredible as she drew the lace edge closer to her nipples with every teasing little tug!

Her areolas came into view, and Joan stopped for what seemed like an eternity. Then she suddenly yanked off her bra and held it up in front of Dave's face.

"Is this what you wanted, Dave?" Joan asked with a sexy, how do you like me now attitude, then dropped her bra on Dave's crotch, covering his pronounced bulge!

Her nipples were as hard as I had ever seen them when Joan turned to me and acknowledged my presence for the first time since she had taken the reins.

"Is the game over, Pete?" she asked earnestly. Yet, there was something in her voice that knew it wasn't and didn't want it to be.

God, she was so beautiful and glowing with confidence. I just wanted to grab her and kiss her madly. But not just yet.

"Are you calling it off, Joan?" I asked to make sure my gut feeling was right and that it wasn't just my "little head" talking!

"No! You have to, Pete," she countered with a facetious pout that confirmed the game was still on!

"Then it's not over; now is it!" I asserted, before grabbing Joan and laying a deep passionate kiss on her. She was startled and stiff for a moment. Then she fell into me, into our kiss, wrapping her arms around me, pressing her hard nipples against me.

I ran my hand down her belly and cupped it over her panties. I could feel the heat through the soaked black lace and broke our kiss.

"Did Dave do that to you when he played with your nipples?" I whispered loud enough for him to hear.

"Ah-huh," she whimpered.

"And I'll bet your nipples are just aching for attention! Aren't they?" I asked and all but picked her off the floor with my cupped hand.

"Oh, God, yessss," she moaned.

Dave was on the edge of his seat as he watched the show with amazement and lust in his eyes.

"Well then, I guess Dave should do something about that. Unless you think this has gone far enough?" I asked to keep the illusion of the game going.

"That's up to you, Pete," Joan panted as she ground on my hand.

"What do you think, Dave? Has this gone far enough?" I asked.

"Hell no! I'd say it's just getting started," Dave stated emphatically.

Joan had let her 120 lb, five-foot-three frame rest on my hand as she ground against it and gave me a disappointed whimper when I pulled my hand away.

"Turn around," I instructed. Joan turned, planted her stilettos a shoulder-width apart, put her hands on her hips, and stuck out her chest.

I gripped her shoulders and started to kiss her neck. Joan stared at Dave and tilted her head the same way she had for him. I nibbled her earlobe and took a moment to admire my wife's beautiful neck, "Mmmm... Very nice! Now go tell Dave what he needs to do," I said.

Dave was vibrating with anticipation, and his eyes were about to bug out of his head.

"Sure you don't want to stop this?" Joan asked with a spot-on "Mae West'' sexy drawl, through what was a smoldering naughty smile.

"I haven't heard you object, and according to Dave, we're just getting started."

"We?" Joan queried.

"I'm sure as hell not gonna let Dave have all the fun! And I'm nobody's cuckold!" I forcefully stated. So there would be no misunderstandings on that point!

"Okay, Hubby!" Joan retorted, poking at me with smart assed bravado. Then she stepped between Dave's man-splayed legs, her hands still planted on her hips.

Dave glanced from me to Joan and back as he tried to gauge the situation. I let him squirm for a moment, then gave him a nod and stepped closer for a better view.

Their eyes locked as Dave tentatively raised his hands toward her tits. But just before he reached them, Joan snatched his wrists and held them tight.

"You can pinch them like you did before. But no harder! And you can nibble. But no biting! And nothing below the waist until you're told. Understand?" Joan barked with the firm demeanor of a dominatrix. Dave just nodded, his mouth agape in awe.

I had never heard Joan talk with that much attitude before. And if it turned Dave on half as much as it did me, then I'm sure his cock was painfully throbbing in his pants too!

Joan let go of his wrists, and Dave cupped, hefted, and squeezed her tits in a state of nirvana as he gently licked and ran his tongue around one nipple then the other.

"Suck my tits," she demanded with a heated growl as she grabbed the back of his head. Dave sucked in her nipple, areola, and then some as he frantically worked her nipple with his tongue. She guided him to her other nipple, and he sucked in as much tit as he could.

"Oh, yesss. That's it! Suck-em. Suck my tits, you bastard!" Joan cried out as Dave wildly groped and sucked.

Joan gripped his hair, yanked his head back, and looked at Dave with what could only be described as an evil grin. Then she forcefully buried his face between her tits and held him tight until he began to physically struggle for air.

She released Dave, and he came up gasping for air. Joan gently cupped his face and looked into his eyes.

"Push my nipples together and suck-em!" she hissed. Dave cupped her tits, rolled them together until her nipples almost touched, and greedily sucked them. She loves it when I do that to her, and I knew how wet she would be. Lucky for me, she didn't say I couldn't touch her below the waist!

Joan held Dave firmly in place, her head thrown back in ecstasy, as she moaned and chanted profanities. I ran my hand over her ass, reached into her nether gap, and slipped my finger past the crotch of her panties into the folds of her very wet pussy lips. Then I slid my slippery finger over her taint and gently rubbed her sensitive pucker hole. Joan shuddered as I nibbled on her earlobe and whispered so Dave couldn't hear this time.

"Maybe you'll get your DP fantasy fulfilled tonight. Unless you tell me to stop."

Dave was kneading and sucking Joan's tits with complete abandon when she lolled her head toward me, her eyes rolling from the overwhelming pleasure of our attentions.

"K—k-kiss me," she chattered through rapid moaning gasps.

I kissed her deeply as I slipped the tip of my finger back into her even wetter canal and pulled back against her taint. Joan moaned in my mouth, then broke our kiss, pushed Dave back into the recliner, pulled my hand away, dropped to her knees, and gave me that desperate wanton look I knew well!

When Joan gets really hot, she has a driving need to suck my cock, and I knew my cock was not be the only cock she would be sucking tonight!

Dave looked like his favorite toy had been taken by a bully, but he wouldn't feel that way for long!

"You know what I want! Are you going to call it off?" she panted in her overheated state.

"No."

Joan turned to Dave, tossed her bra out of Dave's lap, and grabbed the bulge in his pants. Judging by the big grin on his face, I think he had caught on.

"Stand up, Dave," I said.

He quickly stood and reached for his belt. Joan slapped his hand away, and Dave looked at me startled, thinking he had misread the situation. I waved my finger "no-no" and gave him the "wait a minute" hand. Then I put my hands behind my back, nodded, and Dave followed suit.

Joan likes to open her own presents.

Then Joan turned, looked up at me, and licked her lips.

"Sure you don't want to call it off?" Joan asked with a naughty smile.

"Not me!"

"Fine," she said and childishly stuck her tongue out at me, then she turned back to Dave, unhooked his belt, popped his button, unzipped his fly, and yanked his jeans down to his knees in five seconds flat!

Joan took her time as she ran her finger over the tent in his plaid boxers and batted her innocent big blue eyes at him. Then she gripped his shaft tightly, stroked it a few times, let go, grabbed the bottom of his boxers, and started to pull them down. His waistband forced his cock to bend down, and Joan ran her tongue all over his shaft as she slowly pulled.

Dave looked like he was going to blow his load before she got his boxers down. When his cock sprang out, she tightly gripped the base of his shaft, dove on it, and held him deep in her throat until Dave got past his sudden urge to cum.

Did I mention Joan loves to suck cock?

~

I had noted that his cock was about the same length as mine, maybe a touch shorter and a little thicker, so there would be no penis envy thrown into the mix!

I wasn't exactly sure when my emotions had struck a deal. But somehow, I knew there was no reason to be jealous or worried about Joan running off with Dave. And that's when I realized that it made me happy to see her so confident and living in the moment as I stood there watching this amazing live show with my hard cock throbbing against my pants.

~

When Joan was sure Dave had backed off the edge, she backed off his cock and began to slowly stroke it. Then she turned and batted her big blue eyes up at me as she one-handedly relieved me of my pants and underwear, before gingerly teasing the head of my very hard cock with her tongue until she had me teetering on the edge.

Joan gripped my shaft tightly to keep me from coming, turned, and dove on Dave's cock. She wildly bobbed, taking him balls deep, and it didn't take long to bring him to the edge. Then she abruptly stopped, spat out his cock, and batted her eyes up at Dave.

"I'll bet you want to grab my head and fuck my face until you cum down my throat; don't-cha, big boy!" Joan chided with the sultry heat of a wanton slut.

"Ah — ah, yes," Dave sputtered. Her lusty statement had just about sent us both over the edge!

Joan held the base of our cocks tightly in her hands and gave us a chance to pull it together.

"Well, would you like that, hmmm?" she taunted as she hungrily smiled up at Dave.

"Hell, yeah!" he answered.

"Well, I don't give what I don't get!" Joan asserted with some serious sass.

A big grin spread across his face as Dave stuck out his tongue and wiggled it at her. Joan started to stroke our cocks, and I felt a shiver run through her body as she wiggled her ass in anticipation of things to cum!

"You want to stop this?" she asked me again, with a truly naughty smile.

"Never," I blurted, mocking her.

Joan let go of my cock, turned, and dove on Dave's cock as she reached behind him and brought his hands to the back of her head.

He looked at me and mouthed, "Holy shit!" as Joan aggressively sucked his cock. Then Dave made a few tentative thrusts to gauge her response. She didn't give any resistance, and he became more aggressive with every thrust!

Joan has always had amazing oral skills. But she had never expressed a desire to be forcefully used before, and I added that to the long list of things we were learning about each other tonight, as I eagerly awaited my turn!

"Fuck yeah! That's it! Take-it!" Dave chanted, holding his cock, balls deep, in her throat a little longer with every thrust!

Then Dave made one last hard thrust, and Joan grabbed his ass as he pumped his seed down her throat, jerking and grunting.

Dave fell back in his recliner, moaning as Joan gasped a few deep breaths. Then she dove on his still twitching cock and greedily milked out every last drop of his cum as he weakly tried to push her away, to no avail!

Then Joan turned, opened her mouth wide, and stuck her tongue out with a "see, I was a good girl and swallowed it all" look on her face as drool ran off her chin onto her tits. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

Joan grabbed my on-edge cock and gave me her innocent big blue eyes treatment as she slowly stroked. She took her time and let me come back down to earth, so I might get to enjoy what promised to be the best blow-job of my life for more than a few seconds!

Joan never broke eye contact as she took the head of my cock into her mouth and brought my hands to the back of her head. I tentatively thrust, still unsure, still being challenged by all that I had thought was true, less than an hour ago!

I saw her cheeks lift and the deep loving smile in her eyes as I eased my cock to the back of her mouth and felt it slide into her throat. Joan grabbed my ass, and pulled in the last two of my eight inches, held me there for a moment, then withdrew, and kissed the tip of my cock.

I looked up to see Dave grinning and quickly coming back to life as he watched the show. Then Joan turned her head to see what was what.

"You can touch me below the waist now," Joan purred and then growled, "just don't forget, you owe me!" Then she batted her big blue eyes up at me and facetiously challenged, "Unless you wanna call uncle?"

I shook my head no with an eager grin and buried my cock deep in her throat. Joan grabbed my thighs, got to her feet, and wiggled her ass at Dave as she happily gagged on my thrusting cock.

Dave grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, intently focused on the narrow strip of black lace that covered his prize! Then he pulled her panties to the side and sighed at the beautiful sight before him.

Joan religiously shaves everything, except for a small triangle above her hood, and regularly teases me about leaving the curly blond arrow-shaped patch so I can find her clit!

Now Just imagine that amazingly hot milf Brandi Love's beautiful pussy topped with a blond triangle, covered in sweet nectar, and open like a butterfly with her big engorged clit begging to be sucked! Then you can understand why Dave just slid off his recliner and buried his face in my wife's pussy!

I didn't want to blow my load too soon and miss the show, so I was pulling out after each thrust, allowing Joan to breathe and moan as Dave worked over her clit, and tongue fucked her needy pussy. She gripped my legs as she ground against his face, and I knew he was being rewarded with a torrent of flowing juices as he hungrily licked and sucked her big beautiful lips.

Then Dave began to tease her ass with his tongue. Joan tensed and held off my next thrust.

"Fuck yes! Lick my ass! Oh, fuck yes-yes-yes-yessss!" she hissed. Dave spread her ass cheeks wide and began to rapidly plow his tongue deep into her ass.

"Oh, God, yessss! That's it! Tongue fuck my ass, you nasty bastard! Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuuuck-yesssss!" she cried out. Then Joan looked up at me with raw lust in her eyes as she suggestively licked her lips.

Her nasty "ass whore" rant had me teetering on the edge as I gripped the back of her head and thrust. I held my cock balls deep in her throat as I waited for that needy rush to pass. But then Joan began to clinch and lurch as an earth-shattering orgasm overtook her. I fell off the teeter-totter and roared out as I shot my load down her throat, bucking and thrusting.

I stumbled back a step, and Joan landed on her hands and knees, incoherently moaning, sputtering, and shaking as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss tore through her.

Dave watched Joan writhe and moan in the throes of his handy work with a big (dare I say it) shit-eating grin on his face!

I steadied myself against the arm of the loveseat as Dave stepped out of his pants and boxers and went to Joan. He kneeled beside her and began to gently run his fingers through her hair as the last shudders of her orgasm passed through her. Joan lifted her head and twisted against his hand like a cat as Dave petted her hair, and I swear she was purring!

Joan lifted her hand. Dave helped her up, and they stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Then he grabbed her ass like he had in the kitchen, and they fell into a passionate kiss. But this time, Joan only had one arm around his neck as she stroked his cock.

I wasn't jealous or angry. It was just beautiful and arousing to watch. But then I thought, huh... She never kisses me after I lick her ass.

Joan broke their kiss, led Dave to the couch by his cock, and gestured for him to lay on his back. He obliged as she shimmied her panties down, stepped out of them, climbed on the couch, and stood astride his hips. Joan spread her dripping pussy lips, ran her fingers from her clit to her canal, and shoved three of them deep inside. Then she rapidly pounded her G-spot, yanked her fingers out, and squirted on Dave's cock and belly.

It was so hot to watch that it was quickly bringing my half-hard cock back to life. Dave's cock was twitching with excitement as I stepped out of my slacks and underwear and went to Joan. She turned and smiled at me as she held out the three soaked fingers she had just pounded her pussy with. I took her wrist and sucked them deep into my mouth, savoring her sweet, tangy taste.

After I thoroughly cleaned off her fingers, she pulled them from my mouth, took my hand, and grabbed the back of the couch. I helped steady her as she squatted over Dave and brushed those big beautiful wet pussy lips over the squirt and pre-cum covered tip of his rock-hard cock.

Dave instinctively tried to thrust. Joan lifted out of reach and waved her finger at him.

"Naughty boy!" she playfully scolded.

She pulled me close and we began to kiss passionately. Then she broke our kiss and looked deep into my eyes.

"Do you want to call uncle, Pete?"

"No... I don't!"

Joan lowered until her pussy lips covered the throbbing purple head of Dave's cock. Then she squeezed my hand, tilted her head, and looked at me questioningly.

"You sure... Hubby?" she chided as a naughty smile crossed her face.

I kissed her hand as I put my other hand on the small of her back, and pushed down, impaling Joan on his cock.

She ground on Dave's hips with the most beautiful look of wanton lust on her face as she grabbed my fully revived cock and stroked it. Then she squarely planted her stiletto on the floor for leverage and began to ride up and down his shaft. Dave was barely hanging on and grabbed her hips to control the pace. Joan gripped the base of my shaft, pulled me closer, and began to tease the head of my cock with her tongue.

Dave began a steady, deliberate pace, lifting her almost off his cock, holding Joan there, then pulling her down hard and slamming home. After several hard thrusts, she sucked my cock into her mouth and started bobbing, taking it deeper into her throat every time she bounced off his hips.

Joan timed her thrusts with Dave and hummed a balls deep moan on my cock every time he buried his cock deep in her cunt. Before long, she started to arch her back and wiggle her butt at the top of Dave's strokes. I took the hint and ran my hand over the taut, smooth skin of her perfect ass, slipping my middle finger between her cheeks and letting it slide over her cute little butt-hole as she rode Dave's cock.

I was quickly headed for the edge and pulled my cock from her mouth on Dave's next lift and hold. Joan gave me her sad eyes, and I rubbed harder on her tight little rosebud. Her frown turned around, and her eyes rolled up as she moaned out and wiggled her ass against my finger.

Dave had a good idea of what was going on; he pulled her forward onto her knees, and took over the thrusting. I grabbed her ass cheeks, spread'em, spit in her crack, and more aggressively rubbed her sensitive pucker-hole.

"Oh, God, yes! Yes-yes-yes-yessss!" she frantically chanted.

I gently slipped my middle finger into the first knuckle, twisting and wriggling as her sphincter clenched, released, and started to relax.

"Yes, oh, yes! More-more-more!" Joan cried as she wiggled against my finger.

I spit in her crack again and eased another finger in. Her sphincter tightly clenched then released a little as I twisted and wriggled my fingers in, deeper and deeper.

"Please, honey. Oh, God! Please-please-please, give it to me!" she pleaded as Dave pounded away, and I spread my fingers, opening her up more as I twisted and wriggled.

"Not yet, baby. You're not ready!"

I worked my fingers in and out, spreading and twisting until the clenching stopped. Dave was intensely focused on fucking my wife when I leaned out, caught his eye, and nodded. He stopped pounding, spread his legs, and planted one foot on the floor.

I climbed on the couch, pulled my fingers out, moved into position, and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her crack as Joan desperately panted and moaned. Then I squeezed out a pent-up load of pre-cum on her gaping butt-hole and eased in.

"Fuuuuuck yeeesssss!" she howled.

Dave started pounding as I eased in, to the hilt, and slowly picked up the pace. Joan was wildly grinding against our cocks, moaning and babbling out profanities, like the girls in those orgasm overload videos!

Then Dave began to lose his rhythm. It was too soon, but he was past the point of no return as his thrusts became shorter until he groaned out and held his cock buried in Joan's cunt.

Admittedly, as we royally fucked my wife, it was odd to feel another man's cock through that thin membrane of flesh. Then, when Dave came, I could feel his cock twitching as he pumped his seed into Joan and it nearly sent me over the edge!

His hot seed had pushed Joan to the precipice, and she arched her back as frantic choppy moans poured out of her. Dave had stopped moving, but Joan was still wildly grinding on him as l fucked her ass with everything I had.

Then she began erratically jerking, and I felt my orgasm coming up from my toes. She went stiff, and a roiling moan came from deep inside Joan as I buried my cock in her ass and kept thrusting.

Joan began to shake violently, and her building moans roiled over into primal screams as I pumped her ass full, grunting and growling, twitching and thrusting!

Joan gasped in a deep breath, sat up straight, twisted her head as I grasped her shoulders, and we began to kiss madly!

Then from an unexpected place, we heard what we had refused to say all night.

"Uncle, uncle already!" Dave gasped from under us.

We looked at each other with wide-eyed astonishment, which quickly morphed into silly grins and giggles as we climbed off Dave.

Joan started toward the recliner, and I slapped her ass a good one. She looked over her shoulder with a naughty smile and sashayed away. She was absolutely glowing, and damn she looked hot with all that cum running down her legs.

She picked her bra off the floor, stuffed it in her purse, and slipped on her dress. By the time I got dressed, retrieved her panties, and stuffed them in my pocket, Joan was waiting for me to zip her up. I kissed the back of her neck as I slowly zipped her dress. She cooed and shimmied as I worked my kisses to her ear.

"I love you," I whispered as I fastened her zipper clasp.

Joan spun on her stilettos, threw her arms around my neck, and searched my eyes, looking like she wanted to cry.

"You still love me?" she asked, her voice wavering with doubt.

I cupped her face and looked lovingly into her eyes as I leaned in and gave her quivering lips a soft kiss.

"More than ever," I reassured her, and we fell into a deep, desperate reaffirming kiss. When we came up for air, Joan laid her head against my chest, and we held each other tight.

"I love you so much, Pete. Take me home."

Dave was exhausted, almost asleep, so we quietly let ourselves out.

When we pulled out of the driveway, Joan laid her hand on the console. I interlaced our fingers, squeezed tightly, and then held her hand as we drove in silence, processing what had just happened. After a few minutes, I had to ask the burning question.

"Why did you kiss Dave?"

"I don't know? It just happened," she replied.

"It's okay. I'm not mad, baby," I said as I squeezed her hand again. "But it was a little more than just a kiss, and I know you don't do anything you don't want to," I added, knowing there was more to the story.

"Um... Well... We kinda started critiquing the kissing in the movies..." she answered and trailed off.

"Ah! So that's what all the whispering and giggling was about."

"Yeah... But then Dave kept bragging about how he could do better, and then it kinda became a dare!"

"Aha... Now I understand. Dave knows as well as I do that you won't chicken out on a dare!" I said with a chuckle. "So would you have told me if I hadn't seen you and called you out?" I asked, very interested to hear her answer.

"I don't know, probably not," she replied honestly.

"Yeah, that's what I figured. And don't get me wrong, I was pissed and almost came in there... " I stated and trailed off, replaying the moment in my head. Then Joan squeezed my hand.

"Well, why didn't you? Because to be honest, I think that's what upset me the most when you told me you saw us kissing," Joan admitted.

"I'm not sure. I mean, hell, a thousand scenarios went through my head in a flash. But I kept coming back to it was just a stolen kiss. Oh, I know Dave would take all the rope you gave him. I just couldn't see you giving him more," I said and then laughed out loud, thinking about how things turned out. "But then what do I know?" I added, mocking myself. Joan squeezed my hand again and giggled.

"I can't believe we took things that far..." she snickered, "God, and I was such a slut!" she added, sounding embarrassed. This time I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed it.

"Yes, you were! But you're my slut, and don't you forget it!" I said with false bravado.

"Yes, Hubby!" she giggled.

"Maybe on our next movie night, I'll have Dave invite one of his bachelor friends?" I said suggestively.

"Next time?" Joan questioned.

"Yes, I said next time! We've crossed that bridge and burned it down, and I learned some things about myself, about us, tonight," I replied and let it hang.

"And what's that?" she prompted.

"That I got really turned-on watching you cut loose and live in the moment, and I would rather fuck, or watch you fuck, than fight. And I have never seen you look so sexy and hot!" I replied proudly.

"Oh, thank you, honey. I've never felt so sexy and hot... And slutty! But I'm curious, why do you want Dave to invite someone else?" she asked.

"Well, we've had our naughty, bedroom talk, fantasies for years. And yeah, I know I can forget about my two girls fantasy. But I loved fulfilling your DP fantasy, so I thought you might like to try getting air-tight next time," I replied with a cheesy grin. Joan let go of my hand and playfully punched me in the arm.

"Pervert! Hmm... But now that I think about it, it does sound like fun! And you never know, I hear girls eat pussy better than guys!" Joan said and then formed a "V" with her fingers and wiggled her tongue at me through it. I was dumbfounded and suddenly very aroused as she ran her hand up my thigh and squeezed the bulge in my pants!

The end

Maybe?