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

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

It was 9:00 pm, ahead of time 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 shortstop, flirty confab with my in force booster in England. I 've known Fred for over 10 twelvemonth. We became online chat friends after meeting on a flick sharing site, where we found the gravid joy was sharing icon of our nude wives.

Fred 's wife Sue, is a beautiful woman, small with a very nice figure, and wonderfully form boob, tipped with small, usually gruelling, pap. My wife Cat is equally beautiful, sexy in her being, lowly, and has a goat I adore. Her breasts are a bit fuller but it 's her nipples that always take my breathing place away. When even slightly excited they become pencil eraser tops that roll on my tongue.

Cat slipped in adjacent to me, slid my underwear off, and gently caressed my quickly hardening shaft. I assented immediately to her request that I read the schmooze out tawdry, slowly, so she could hear played back what she and Fred sounded like.

It began innocently enough, but quickly escalated to a very flirty sexual chat. From Fred 's dialog I could tell he was very aroused already. For old age he and I have fantasized about enjoying each early 's wife in a very capable, everything permitted, friendly way. He adores Cat and her soundbox, seeming to have sex every intimate curve ball and turn. I 've explored Sue the Saami way, and as I am reading the dialog to her, now Cat knows it. Not only does she cognize it, but embraces it, loving me, loving that she is capable to please me by acknowledging my desire for a friend 's wife. I feel the Lapplander about her and Fred. I picture the two of them together, him finally able to fulfill this wish he has to subside his cock oceanic abyss, mystifying into her. She now knows that not only to I okay, but want it, to see it, to find it, to taste it.

Fred was nice enough to pepper his schoolbook with photo, again starting off with an innocent pic of Sue lying in bed, her top off. Sue and Fred are both nudists, so this has now turn common ; to see either of them nude. Neither Cat nor I have ever even been to a au naturel beach and she feels my rooster harden when the picture enlarges to full blind. She squeezed me gently and told me that I had n't seen anything yet, there was more to amount. This surprised me as they had agreed not to show any picture show where just soundbox parts were displayed, or pictures where there was active sex.

The following picture was Fred lying on his bed, with just a semi. He is a good looking master man and has a very nice cock, uncut, about the Same length as mine ( neither of us are envious of the other ). He and Cat would make a wonderful pair to watch. Where his cock is spacious at the bottom and has a very nice cinch, mine is more logical with a larger mushroom foreland. Over the years we have discussed which brings more joy to our married woman ; his base as it stretches her kitty when he is deep inside filling her up, or the way it feels as my cock-head enters her, rubbing against her clit with each stroking. To serve this we would have to ask them to sample each and let us know.

The tierce picture did it. Sue was lying on her backrest with her stage parted just enough to put her slit on full display, her lips slightly visible among the glorious hairsbreadth. Her nipples were severely and she was wearing only a smiling. Sensing my increase desire, Cat quickened her gait on my cock telling me that Sue was beautiful and she could see why I could cum just looking at her kitty. I gently took her script away so that I could at to the lowest degree finish the textbook chats, knowing if there were many Thomas More word picture like that I would miss it.

My darling, demure, innocent wife helped Fred construct one of the horniest fantasy chats I have read. It included de***********ive accounts of what each person was doing and how unlimited the possibilities for joy were. Cat listened with fascination as Fred described Sue sitting on my lap, turnabout cowgirl, my stopcock deep within her, and him licking her clitoris, her cunt, and my stopcock calamus each time Sue raised or lowered herself, just keeping the head of my cock between her rim. I knew from having this fantasy with him many multiplication the claim drawing he was describing. He and I have cum together with word picture of Sue, Cat and this drawing on the screen. It is an nontextual matter we have shared over the years. The flavor of the husband as he is leaning in to drub his wanted wife and his skilful Quaker 's cock is tremendous. Will he present it ? Although he is filled with passionateness at the moment he doubt whether it goes beyond the boundary of their agreement. He doesn't.

I do n't require it. By this time Cat 's very hard nipples have been dancing on my arm as I read from the phone. I so want to take one in my mouth but I could n't do it all, read, suck, cum. I will have to reread their chat in society to be able to faithfully key out the wondrous things we all did in this illusion. I do bonk that Fred used the word `` cocksucker '' a mates of times, and always appropriate to the action. days ago he and I agreed that word of honor would be used as a term of endearment usually toward our wives as they took our cocks into their oral fissure. We did not see it a derogatory term at all.

Bringing up the pic of Sue on my telephone set Cat zoomed in enough to record the constituent I wanted most in the frame. Her grin, her breasts, and her pussy now her peg feast broad than before, her lips even more prominent. What ? Cat and Fred were so chic to bear two pictures of her in the Old World chat ( I thought it was the same one duplicated and Cat said that ). This s one was more vociferous, more intimate, 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 easy with `` muddied talk of the town '' and I avoid it. Tonight she told me to please say whatever I wanted. I told her she was the most fantastic woman in the mankind, that I loved her dearly and how I loved looking at Sue 's twat as she stroked my cock. How a great deal I wanted to sink my tool into my acquaintance 's wife and look into her eyes as she came. Fred and Cat looking on enjoying the sweet pleasure of sharing. She agreed that the word-painting on the covert was incredible. Finally working up the bravery I asked her if she wanted to suck Fred 's cock, getting snug to cumming with every passing mo. She asked if I wanted that ; to see her fellate my admirer 's rooster, and I said it would be a dream seed true. For the first time ever, my sweet-shy wife said the countersign I wanted to pick up : `` I want to suck Fred 's cock '' and with this simpleton utterance the cum guess from the head of my rooster, soaking us both.

This night will go down as one of the most erotic night of my biography ... and I owe it all to my married woman and friend. Life is expansive !