`` You will not think what your ally Fred and I got up to tonight. ``

Those were the words spoken by my adorable wife Cat, as she came through the sliders from the pool.

It was 9:00 pm, early for too much mischief, and Fred lives across the Atlantic from us, where it was now 2:00 am. Recently my demure wife has been exploring the naughty side of herself, and engaging in dead, flirty schmoose with my trump friend in England. I 've known Fred for over 10 old age. We became online schmoose acquaintance after meeting on a picture sharing web site, where we found the greatest pleasure was sharing painting of our bare wives.

Fred 's wife Sue, is a beautiful woman, belittled with a very nice public figure, and wonderfully form breasts, tipped with small, usually difficult, nipples. My married woman Cat is equally beautiful, sexy in her being, modest, and has a butt I adore. Her knocker are a bit Fuller but it 's her nipples that always take my breather away. When even slightly excited they become pencil eraser upper side that roll on my tongue.

Cat slipped in next to me, skid my underwear off, and gently caressed my quickly hardening cock. I assented immediately to her request that I read the New World chat out tawdry, slowly, so she could get wind played back what she and Fred sounded like.

It began innocently enough, but quickly escalated to a very flirty intimate chat. From Fred 's dialog I could state he was very steamy already. For years he and I have fantasized about enjoying each other 's wife in a very give, everything permitted, favorable way. He adores Cat and her body, seeming to lie with every intimate bender and turn. I 've explored Sue the same way, and as I am reading the dialog to her, now Cat knows it. Not only does she know it, but embraces it, loving me, loving that she is able to please me by acknowledging my desire for a friend 's wife. I feel the same about her and Fred. I picture the two of them together, him finally able to fulfill this indirect request he has to sink his hammer deep, inscrutable into her. She now knows that not only to I approve, but want it, to see it, to finger it, to taste it.

Fred was nice enough to pepper his text edition with pictures, again starting off with an devoid pic of Sue lying in bed, her top off. Sue and Fred are both nudists, so this has now become coarse ; to see either of them nude. Neither Cat nor I have ever even been to a nude beach and she feels my prick harden when the picture enlarges to full screen. She squeezed me gently and told me that I had n't seen anything yet, there was Sir Thomas More to get along. This surprised me as they had agreed not to show any pic where just body contribution were displayed, or pictures where there was dynamic sex.

The next moving-picture show was Fred lying on his bed, with just a semi. He is a good looking professional man and has a very gracious tool, uncut, about the Saame length as mine ( neither of us are envious of the other ). He and Cat would wee a grand couplet to watch. Where his cock is wider at the bottom and has a very prissy girth, mine is more logical with a gravid mushroom headland. Over the old age we have discussed which brings More joy to our wife ; his nucleotide as it stretches her kitty when he is bass inside filling her up, or the way it feels as my cock-head enters her, rubbing against her clit with each stroke. To do this we would let to ask them to try out each and let us know.

The third image did it. Sue was lying on her book binding with her legs parted just enough to put her twat on fully display, her lips slightly seeable among the glorious whisker. Her nipples were hard and she was wearing only a smile. Sensing my increase desire, Cat quickened her pace on my dick telling me that Sue was beautiful and she could see why I could cum just looking at her pussy. I gently took her hired man away so that I could at least finish the text edition chats, knowing if there were many more picture show like that I would lose it.

My darling, demure, ingenuous wife helped Fred construct one of the horniest phantasy chats I have read. It included de***********ive chronicle of what each mortal was doing and how unlimited the possibilities for pleasance were. Cat listened with captivation as Fred described Sue sitting on my lap, reverse cowgirl, my tool deep within her, and him licking her clit, her pussy, and my cock scape each time Sue raised or lowered herself, just keeping the promontory of my cock between her sassing. I knew from having this fantasy with him many times the exact drafting he was describing. He and I have cum together with pictures of Sue, Cat and this drawing on the screen. It is an artwork we have shared over the years. The flavour of the husband as he is leaning in to lick his cherished wife and his practiced acquaintance 's cock is fantastic. Will he show it ? Although he is filled with passion at the moment he interrogative sentence whether it goes beyond the limit of their agreement. He doesn't.

I do n't need it. By this clip Cat 's very hard pap have been dancing on my arm as I read from the phone. I so want to take up one in my mouth but I could n't do it all, take, suckle, cum. I will have to reread their schmoose in order to be capable to faithfully describe the wondrous affair we all did in this illusion. I do know that Fred used the Good Book `` cocksucker '' a couple of fourth dimension, and always capture to the action. twelvemonth ago he and I agreed that discussion would be used as a term of endearment usually toward our married woman as they took our peter into their mouths. We did not consider it a derogatory term at all.

bringing up the pic of Sue on my phone Cat zoomed in plenty to picture the parts I wanted most in the frame of reference. Her smiling, her breasts, and her pussy now her pegleg ranch across-the-board than before, her lips even more prominent. What ? Cat and Fred were so smart to have two pictures of her in the chat ( I thought it was the same one duplicated and Cat said that ). This second one was more clamant, more sexual, more alluring than any I had seen of her. Cat knew this, could find it in my cock and stroked me even more quickly. She is the most giving cleaning woman I have ever met and I knew she was enjoying my pleasure.

We have always communicated during moments like this by sign, never verbally. I respect that Cat has n't felt comfortable with `` dirty talking '' and I avoid it. Tonight she told me to please say whatever I wanted. I told her she was the most fantastic womanhood in the populace, that I loved her dearly and how I loved looking at Sue 's pussy as she stroked my cock. How practically I wanted to fall off my cock into my Friend 's wife and feel into her middle as she came. Fred and Cat looking on enjoying the sweet joy of sharing. She agreed that the picture on the silver screen was incredible. Finally working up the courage I asked her if she wanted to suck Fred 's pecker, getting close-fitting to cumming with every passing second. She asked if I wanted that ; to see her take in my friend 's peter, and I said it would be a dream come true. For the starting time prison term ever, my sweet-shy wife said the Holy Scripture I wanted to get word : `` I want to suck Fred 's tool '' and with this wide-eyed vocalization the cum shot from the head of my cock, soaking us both.

This night will go down as one of the most erotic nights of my life ... and I owe it all to my wife and Friend. life-time is grand !