Party Favors (M/F, wife)
My wife,
Annie, was brought up in a strict home, and hadn't
even been French-kissed until
our first date in college. She was
a virgin on our wedding night,
and though we fucked only twice, we
had simultaneous orgasms the
first time. Annie's was so powerful
she screamed. She also came very hard on our second
coupling.
Annie
developed such a voracious appetite for sex that we
tried every nuance known to man
and woman. She became an expert
at giving head, developing a
fondness for the taste of semen. She
even takes it up the ass about
once a month. The internet has
been a part of our lives for the
past three years, and the
newsgroup stories about men
sharing their wives get Annie as hot
as they do me.
This past New
Year's my firm gave a giant party to celebrate
record profits. Annie came to it in a tight little black
dress
that had a mid-thigh hemline and
spaghetti straps up above. The
low-cut neckline revealed most
of her back and an eye-catching
amount of cleavage. The dress clung to her luscious body like a
second skin, and caused every
man in the room to do a double take.
I could tell Annie was excited because her firm nipples
showed
plainly through the thin fabric,
and because her brown eyes were
flashing with eagerness.
At this point
James, the company president, walked over for
an introduction. "I have to dance with this ravishing
beauty," he
said.
"Be my
guest," I said. The next song was a
slow one, and
before it was over Annie's body
was plastered against James's. In
the dim light I could see his
hands were plainly and boldly
cupping my wife's firm ass
cheeks. At the end of the dance James
gave my wife a long and
lingering deep kiss and whispered
something in her ear. When Annie returned to my side she was
breathless.
"He wants
me to go up and see his suite," she said excitedly,
her breasts rising and falling.
"Do you
want to?" I asked as my cock began to harden.
"Well,
would you be mad if I did?" Annie asked.
"Only if you don't tell me what happens. " My beautiful
wife
smiled happily at my response,
and I ran my fingers through her
long, dark, curly hair. "Remember, he's the big boss."
"He's big
all right," Annie whispered. Then
she smiled at me
and walked toward James.