Wife Touches Buddy (6)
Well, Friday rolled around. Me and my wife had made plans to hang out with my buddy Anthony since his girlfriend was out of town on business. We decided to eat at our favorite Mexican restaurant. The tequila and margaritas were flowing. We were feeling no pain. Wanting to keep the fun going after we ate, we decided to head over to a hole in the wall bar. There we could play pool, listen to music and continue drinking. The place was packed, but we were able to grab a pool table. Anthony and I are pretty good players, so we managed to run the table to keep playing.
My wife was an average player, but looked hot playing. That night she was wearing tight white pants. I could not see any panty lines so she was either wearing a G-string or no panties at all. Her top was tight too and low cut revealing her cleavage. I liked how she would wiggle her ass as she leaned over to take her shot. She wiggled her ass every time almost as if she was showing it off. She came over to the side of the table where I was standing to take her next shot. I stood there with her in front of me. When she started to wiggle her ass, I move forward and she rubbed her ass one me. She looked back and smiled. Anthony also noticed and smiled too.
After a couple of rounds, we decided to sit at a booth in the dark corner of the bar and grab some more beers. My wife sat between us. I told her how hot she looked playing pool. I let her know, I boned up a little when she rubbed her ass on me. She liked that and started rubbing on my leg. She made her way up to my crotch and squeezed my dick through my jeans. Anthony saw her and jokingly asked "Do I need to leave and let you guys work this out"? She said "You are not going anywhere big boy" and put her hand on his leg and started rubbing. https://www.openlearning.com/u/kringshaw-r3r9g0/blog/MakingSecretsPt5 She was inching closer and closer to the front of his shorts.
It was time for another shot to get the party started. We decided on tequila again. The waitress brought the shots, we toasted and down they went. I knew she was starting to feel a little frisky. Then the band started playing and she stood up, grabbed my arm and said “Let’s dance”. After a couple of songs, Anthony looked a little left out sitting at the table by himself. I motioned for him to give me a break and take over dancing with my wife. She could dance all night and I was worn out. The first couple of songs were fast and then the band played a slower song. I was watching them slow dance. My wife looked so hot.
They were dancing close and she began to rub up against him. The song ended, and before they walked off the dance floor, her arms dropped and she grabbed his ass. This made him jump and they laughed. We all sat back down. My wife was between us two guys. I asked her if she enjoyed dancing and let her know how hot she looked out in the dance floor. I told her the tight white pants she was wearing made her ass look amazing. Anthony chimes in and said he totally agreed.
I was rubbing on her leg and working my hand on her thigh. I was curious if she was wearing panties, so I asked. She told me that I could find out later. Still playing, I reached up to her zipper and said “I want to know now”. Anthony looked over and said we were crazy. We were tucked away in a dark corner of the bar in a booth. It was practically private. She fought a little, but eventually gave in and let me unzip her pants. I reached inside and ran my fingers over her hairy bush and eventually landed between her soft pussy lips. I was right, no panties. She was sweaty from dancing and I am sure her juices were flowing from the hot dancing. She moaned a little, relaxed and allowed me to penetrate her hole with my fingers.
She dropped both her arms under the table and immediately moved her hands up to the bulges in our pants. Anthony and I both smiled and took no time to unbutton our pants and free our boners. We even pulled them down a little to give her better access to our dicks. I wanted better access to her pussy, so I asked her to sit up and pull her pants down too. She pushed them down to her knees. She could now easily spread her legs. I knew I could bring her off and give her an orgasm right there in the booth of this bar. No one was paying attention. People were drinking, dancing, playing pool and no one had a clue of the action going on in the booth in the corner.
Here I was with my fingers buried deep in my wife’s snatch and both her hands wrapped around two dicks. She was doing such a great job stroking our dicks and being inconspicuous about it. After she came, I pulled my soaking fingers out of her, leaned over to Anthony and said “Smell how sweet this is” and stuck my fingers under his nose. He took a deep breath and inhaled taking in her scent.
I asked my wife if he could touch her and she just nodded. I guess her response wasn't necessary since Anthony had already started moving his hand in that direction. I watched as he slowly moved his hand down more and more. He made it to her belly button and paused for a moment. Then he started his journey down and proceeded to her hairy mound and started rubbing her thick bush. He then moved a little more down and rubbed her clit, spreading her lips open with two fingers. She jolted as he finally inserted one finger in her hole. It was hot seeing his fat fingers probing my beautiful wife. The way she was squirming with his hand between her legs made my dick hard as a rock. We all were close.
Anthony said he was ready to cum and sped up the pace of his finger fucking her. Then my wife began stroking faster and faster until we all hit our breaking point. She came on his fingers, Anthony shot his load under the table and I came, shooting a rope or two of cum on top of the table. Man, that was incredible! We composed ourselves, paid the tab and headed for home. Since Elizabeth was out of town on business, Anthony would probably be staying the night. I am sure we all knew there was more to come and ready for round two!
To be continued...