`` You will not conceive what your friend Fred and I got up to tonight. ``

Those were the intelligence 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 married woman has been exploring the naughty position of herself, and engaging in inadequate, flirty confabulation with my best friend in England. I 've known Fred for over 10 year. We became online Old World chat admirer after meeting on a motion-picture show sharing land site, where we found the peachy delight was sharing movie of our naked wives.

Fred 's wife Sue, is a beautiful woman, small with a very squeamish trope, and wonderfully shaped breasts, tipped with belittled, usually operose, mamilla. My wife Cat is equally beautiful, sexy in her being, mild, and has a buttocks I adore. Her chest are a bit fuller but it 's her nipples that always take my breathing place away. When even slightly excited they become pencil eraser top that roll on my tongue.

Cat slipped in next to me, slide my underwear off, and gently caressed my quickly hardening cock. I assented immediately to her request that I read the confabulation out loud, slowly, so she could hear played back what she and Fred sounded like.

It began innocently enough, but quickly escalated to a very flirty intimate schmoose. From Fred 's dialog I could tell he was very horny already. For geezerhood he and I have fantasized about enjoying each other 's wife in a very capable, everything permitted, favorable way. He adores Cat and her physical structure, seeming to experience every intimate curve and crook. 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 carry through this regard he has to sink his dick deep, deep into her. She now knows that not only to I sanction, but want it, to see it, to feel it, to sample it.

Fred was prissy enough to pepper his text edition with pictures, again starting off with an innocent pic of Sue lying in bed, her top off. Sue and Fred are both nudist, so this has now suit common ; to see either of them nude. Neither Cat nor I have ever even been to a nude painting 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 more to get. This surprised me as they had agreed not to show any pic where just body parts were displayed, or pictures where there was active sex.

The side by side picture was Fred lying on his bed, with just a semitrailer. He is a good looking professional man and has a very nice cock, uncut, about the Saami length as mine ( neither of us are envious of the former ). He and Cat would reach a wonderful twosome to watch over. Where his cock is wide at the bottomland and has a very nice girth, mine is more reproducible with a larger mushroom head. Over the years we have discussed which brings more joy to our married woman ; his al-Qaida as it stretches her cunt when he is abstruse inside filling her up, or the way it feels as my cock-head enters her, rubbing against her clit with each stroke. To suffice this we would get to ask them to sample each and let us know.

The tertiary picture did it. Sue was lying on her vertebral column with her branch parted just enough to put her pussy on full display, her back talk slightly visible among the glorious hair. Her nipple were hard and she was wearing only a smile. Sensing my increase desire, Cat quickened her pace on my cock 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 to the lowest degree fetch up the school text chats, knowing if there were many Sir Thomas More film like that I would lose it.

My darling, demure, free wife helped Fred construct one of the aroused fantasy confabulation I have read. It included de***********ive explanation of what each mortal was doing and how unlimited the possibilities for joy were. Cat listened with fascination as Fred described Sue sitting on my lap, reverse cowgirl, my stopcock deep within her, and him licking her clitoris, her cunt, and my cock shaft each clock time Sue raised or lowered herself, just keeping the head of my cock between her lips. I knew from having this phantasy with him many times the exact draftsmanship 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 feel of the married man as he is leaning in to lick his precious wife and his practiced friend 's stopcock is marvellous. Will he register it ? Although he is filled with passion at the moment he inquiry whether it goes beyond the boundary of their correspondence. He doesn't.

I do n't need it. By this time Cat 's very hard mamilla have been dancing on my arm as I read from the phone. I so want to ask one in my backtalk but I could n't do it all, read, suck, cum. I will give birth to reread their New World chat in order to be able-bodied to faithfully name the wondrous things we all did in this phantasy. I do know that Fred used the news `` cocksucker '' a couple of times, and always appropriate to the action. Years ago he and I agreed that Scripture would be used as a term of endearment usually toward our wives as they took our cocks into their lip. We did not turn over it a derogatory term at all.

Bringing up the pic of Sue on my headphone Cat zoomed in decent to show the office I wanted most in the frame. Her smile, her titty, and her slit now her legs spread head wider than before, her lips even more large. What ? Cat and Fred were so smart to have two ikon of her in the Old World chat ( I thought it was the Sami one duplicated and Cat said that ). This second one was more blatant, more sexual, more alluring than any I had seen of her. Cat knew this, could feel it in my cock and stroked me even more quickly. She is the most giving woman I have ever met and I knew she was enjoying my pleasure.

We have always communicated during moments like this by signal, never verbally. I respect that Cat has n't felt comfortable with `` dirty talk '' and I avoid it. Tonight she told me to please say whatever I wanted. I told her she was the most wonderful fair sex in the world, that I loved her dearly and how I loved looking at Sue 's twat as she stroked my cock. How practically I wanted to drop down my putz into my friend 's wife and look into her optic as she came. Fred and Cat looking on enjoying the cherubic pleasure of sharing. She agreed that the motion-picture show on the screen was unbelievable. Finally working up the braveness I asked her if she wanted to suck Fred 's cock, getting closer to cumming with every loss second. She asked if I wanted that ; to see her go down on my Quaker 's hammer, and I said it would be a aspiration come straight. For the first time ever, my sweet-shy wife said the words I wanted to find out : `` I want to suck Fred 's hammer '' and with this simple utterance the cum shooter from the head of my shaft, soaking us both.

This dark will go down as one of the most erotic nights of my life ... and I owe it all to my wife and booster. Life is rarified !