My wife Elaine came swooshing into the room in her short red dress with black stockings and my eyes bulged out of my head.
“Wowee, you look swell!”
She came over and pressed her generous bosom against my shoulder as I sat reading in my easy chair, rubbed my head affectionately, and planted a nice wet kiss on my cheek. “I just love our Friday night dancing,” she cooed.
“Oh, yeah, me too,” I sighed, putting down the paper.
“Oh, come on, you,” she laughed. “Can’t you at least pretend to be excited? For my sake?” Her eyes were twinking with excitement as she smoothed her dress down over her shapely hips, and added a final primp to her short blonde hair.
“You look great, no one can believe that you are over 40.” I patted my own fat paunch ruefully. “I wished I was aging so gracefully.”
“You just need more exercise,” she said, grabbing my hand. “And dancing is wonderful exercise!”
I smiled at her girlish enthusiasm and let my bubbly little wife lead me out to the car. We drove over to the Imperial Ballroom on the other side of town. It was in a strip mall near the freeway set between a dollar store and a guns and ammo dealer.
“Quite an imperial location,” I said.
“Oh definitely,” agreed my wife. “Regal in fact.”
The large parking lot was empty at this time of night, and we found a space near the entrance easily. We went inside to the fluorescent lit foyer with white walls and stained gray carpet and I gave the receptionist my card to pay the ten dollar entrance fee for my wife and I, then we moved into the low ceilinged “ballroom.” Tables were arranged around the edges of the dancefloor, which was a floating hardwood floor to make it easier on the back when dancing for extended periods. The right wall was covered in mirrors and had a ballet bar mounted along the length of it. Along the back wall was a water cooler and a folding table with some tired looking snacks, cheez whiz and crackers, supermarket vegetable platter with crusty looking ranch. Not too appetizing.
The crowd here was definitely lower class. Men and women alike donned t-shirts with writing on them and faded jeans.
“I always feel overdressed at this place,” I said, looking down at my standard work outfit of a button down cotton dress shirt, wool slacks, and leather wingtips.
“Nonsense, you look terrific,” said my wife, giving me a hug and kiss. I liked feeling her boobs press up against me. They comforted me. “You might even inspire some of these other fellows to spiff up their act a bit.”
“None of the woman can hold a light to you, darling,” I said, kissing her cheek in response, and she blushed with pleasure at the compliment, though she cast her eyes down modestly. But it was true, my wife was the classiest and best looking lady in the place, and I felt proud to have her by my side.
Per usual the night began with a short lesson before adjourning to a social dance. Tonight was a swing dance lesson. The instructor demonstrated a few steps, had the couples try them out, and then the ladies all rotated clockwise so that everyone got to dance with everyone else. I always found this bit a bit kinky. It felt like wife-swapping. I was always a bit jealous to see my wife whisked away by other men. Watching them hold my pretty wife in their arms, watching them press her sexy body up against their own bodies. Not to mention the fact that I was a terrible dancer and all the other guys danced circles around me. But I didn’t want Elaine to be stuck with my two left feet all night, so I didn’t complain.
“You’re doin’ it wrong,” complained my current partner. Her straw-like bottle blonde hair, was pulled, unwashed, into a ponytail at the top of her head, and she was missing a tooth. Her t-shirt read, “I’m with stupid,” with an arrow pointing to the right.
“You only hold the one hand in this dance,” said the trailer park denizen with disgust. “Ain’t you been listenin’?”
“I am sorry,” I said sincerely, trying not to gag on the stench of her perfume.
“You can’t dance for shit, you know that?” she asked me tactfully.
“You are right, I better sit this one out,” I said. And I bowed to her and retreated to the tables to watch, while my partner make a flicking motion with the back of her hand, dismissing me.
Elaine looked at me with concern, but was soon swept away by a tall crew cut wearing redneck in camouflage.
I crossed my arms and watched as one man after another danced with my wife. She just floated along, head thrown back, having the time of her life. I felt myself relax from the sting of humiliation to see Elaine enjoying herself so. I started to realize that the other fellows really didn’t know the steps any better than I did, they just carried them off with more bravado, dipping when they should have been twirling and pushing when they should have been pushing, but just carrying on with total aplomb. I could never be like that, I would always freeze the minute I lost track of the step count. One, two, three-and-four, five-and-oh drat.
After the lesson was over, Elaine hugged her partner and came running over to sit with me. She was glistening and glowing from the exertion and threw her arms around me with a laugh.
“Oh, Bernie, I am just having the time of my life! Why are you moping over here?”
“I just don’t know how to dance, sweetie,” I said.
“Oh pooh, no one knows how to dance, you just sort of throw yourself around the floor and try to have a good time. You take things too seriously, dear. Come on, the social dance is starting.” She tried to pull me up but I resisted. A tango had come on and I felt embarrassed at the idea of trying to fake a tango.
Just then the crew cut guy in camouflage came up with a cup of cold water and offered it to my wife. I realized he was just a kid, maybe 19 years old, but thickly built and with perfect posture. I pegged him as military.
“You must be thirsty after all that fine dancing, ma’am,” said the soldier.
“Oh Tommy, how sweet of you, darling. Thank you so much,” my wife took the cup and drank it down while the soldier watched her. “Oh where are my manners? Tommy, this is my husband Bernie.”
“Hello, son,” I said, getting up with a creak in my hip to shake his offered hand.
“Sir,” he said. “With your permission, sir, I would like to ask your lovely wife to dance. If it’s not too forward, sir.” The young man had a very earnest look on his face.
“Isn’t he charming? Such a polite boy. Of course I would love to dance with you.” She turned to me. “He’s just a marvelous dancer, Bernie. You should watch how he does it.” She paused, then nudged me. “Uh, he’s waiting for your consent, dear.”
“What, oh, yes, please, go ahead, you two dance,” I said with a forced smile. I know it’s silly, but I didn’t like how my wife was lauding this guy in front of me like that. It made me feel like second fiddle.
A man barged up to our table in Harley Davidson t-shirt that was a bit short and rode up to reveal some of his fat, hairy belly. “Not so fast, not so fast, there! I want to dance with Miss Elaine.”
Tommy smiled at the newcomer. “With all due respect, uncle Jessie, I was here first.”
“Well I would have beat you to her, but I had to stop and take a whizz!” said Jessie with a grin. He winked at Elaine and she covered her face.
“Oh, Jessie, you are so bad,” she said.
“That’s right, I’m the bad one. My nephew Tommy boy is the brave one, and my brother Cletus is the dumb one,” he threw his arm around a weak chinned fellow wearing a t-shirt with an American flag in the talons of an airbrushed bald eagle.
“What trash you talkin’ now, brother?” asked Cletus.
“Oh, my goodness, Cletus, are you Tommy’s father?” asked Elaine. She put her elbows on the table and leaned forward inquisitively.
“Naw, he’s my sis Lizbeth’s young’un.” Cletus stared down at Elaine’s pale cleavage and rubbed his jaw.
She glanced at me with amusement and pulled the folds of her dress together to cover her chest a bit better.
“Now, now, no need to hide your light under a bushel,” said Jessie. He leaned down and pulled the top of my wife dress out so he could look down the front. “You need to set those bad boys free, let em get some air.”
Elaine cackled with laughter and slapped Jessie’s hand away. “Stop that, you bad boy. You are terrible.”
Jessie just lifted his chin proudly. “Your wife got some fine titties.”
“Well, yes, quite,” I said, taken aback.
“Sorry about my uncle, ma’am. He’s not house trained,” said Tommy. “Would you care to dance?”
“Of course, dear. I thought you would never ask,” said my wife.
“Wait, wait, let’s all have a snort of this first,” said Jessie. He pulled a silver flask out of his back pocket.
“What’s that?” asked my wife.
“Good stuff,” said Jessie. He grabbed my wife’s cup and poured a clear liquid into it. I could smell the ethanol from where I was sitting.
Elaine wrinkled her nose. “Ewww, too strong for me.”
“Now, now, Tommy is deploying overseas on Monday. This weekend we are going to celebrate. Tommy deserves to have a lovely lady to celebrate with. You drink that down.”
Elaine hesitated. “Are you really deploying on Monday, dear?” She asked.
Tommy grabbed the flask from his uncle and drank a swig. He squinted his eyes as he swallowed. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, his voice hoarse.
“That a boy, drink it like a man,” said Jessie. He held up his flask to Elaine. “To Tommy.”
My wife sighed, tapped her cup against the flask. “To Tommy,” she agreed and drank down her booze. “Wow!” she coughed. “That’s potent.”
‘Now can we dance, uncle?” asked Tommy.
“Run along, but I call dibs on her next,” said Jessie, flopping down beside me and offering me the flask.
“Call dibs on me?” laughed Elaine. “How nice.” Her eyes were glistening from the booze already.
“You gonna take a swig or no?” asked Jessie when I didn’t take the flask.
“No thank you,” I said.
“Don’t give me the stink eye just cause I took at peek at your wife’s hooters, now. That’s just the start of it. We got a bet as to which one of us gonna bed her first.” Jessie gauged me in the ribs with his elbow. “She’s a fine piece of ass, my friend. I can’t wait to grab those sweet thighs and insert my johnson right into her…”
“Aw, lay off with all that guff,” said Cletus. He snatched the flask from Jessie and took a draught.
Jessie looked at his brother indignantly, took the flask back and drank. “You sure you don’t want none?” he asked me.
“No, I don’t want none,” I said with annoyance.
“Now don’t get all prickly, honey,” he told me. “I’m just running my mouth.”
“So I hear,” I said.
He snorted and drank some more. They turned on the disco ball and the room was filled with spots of light rotating around illuminating couples as they danced. We watched Elaine and Tommy dance swing to a contemporary pop tune. They really were good together, I had to admit. I didn’t like Jessie one bit, but I had no idea how to get rid of him. I hoped that his brother and nephew would keep him reined in.
When the dance was over, Tommy lead Elaine back to the table. She hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Tommy blushed furiously as she sat down.
“Lookit him turn red,” laughed Jessie, pointing at his nephew.
“He do got a bit of color,” allowed Cletus.
“Oh, that was so much fun!” said my wife. “Come on, Jessie, your turn.” She took his hand and pulled him to his feet, then pulled the flask from his hand and took a swig.
“At a girl,” he said. He slapped my wife’s ass soundly, making her squeal and run ahead.
A sexy R&B song came on and everyone starting grinding. The women squatting down and shaking their asses and the men coming up behind, grabbing them by the hips and grinding up against them from behind.
“Uh, oh,” said Tommy.
“Yup,” agreed Cletus, who produced another flask. “You sure you don’t want none, mister? Things might get a little hairy about now.”
I took the flask and downed a slug of it. The fire of the rotgut burning my mouth and making my eyes water, leaving me gasping for air. I watched in despair as my drunken wife hiked the hem of her dress way up, exposing her gorgeous thighs to the tops of her stockings as she twerked right along with the best of them, bouncing her round rump eagerly against Jessie’s crotch. He looked overand wagged his tongue at me as he dry-humped my wife on the dance floor. Then he reached up and grabbed her boobs in his hands while I watched, and she allowed him to get a nice grope in, even pinching her nipples before pulling his hands down and putting them back on her hips.
“Did you see that? Did you see?” I sputtered in shock.
“Yessir, looks like he copped quite a feel there,” admitted Cletus. “He is a bad one, and that’s the truth. And truth for truth, she didn’t put up too much of a fight there neither.” Cletus looked at me with one bleary eye.
“Yeah, it took her awhile before she pulled his hands away,” I said with acrimony in my voice.
“And she still working that nice round ass up on him, lordy,” said Cletus. He wiped his brow with a filthy blue bandana.
“I’m real sorry, sir, I will break it up,” said Tommy. He jumped to his feet and gallantly rushed over, tapped his uncle on the shoulder to cut in.
Jessie tried to resist him, but Tommy grabbed his uncle in a deft wrist lock and gave him a shove that sent him stumbling back toward our table. Elaine looked back to find Tommy behind her and she grabbed him in a hug and started kissing his neck. I stared with my mouth hanging open as Tommy’s face went beet red. He gently disengaged from my wife and they started dancing.
Jessie joined us at the table with rueful laugh. “Well I oughta let the youngster have a crack at her. He’s deploying on Monday.”
“He deploying some wood right now, is what,” added Cletus.
My jaw dropped even further. We could see the huge bulge in Tommy’s pants from here, even in the dark. He held my wife’s hips and tried to hold her away from him, but she kept twirking her butt up against the tentpole in his trousers.
“She’s trying to get at that wood,” said Cletus.
“Can you drop the play-by-play,” I snapped.
“Have another drink, friend,” he said, offering me his flask.
I took it and drank off another good gulp. It went down smoother the second time. “I can’t believe this is happening. She’s always been such a good faithful wife.” My gut was flipping with anxiety. I watched Tommy give in to Elaine’s coaxing and start pushing his tool into her rear. Her head was thrown back in primal abandon as she worked herself onto his rod.
“Ain’t you two swingers?” asked Cletus with surprise.
“She told us you was swingers,” said Jessie.
“What?!” I shouted in disbelief.
There was a pause, then Cletus and Jessie broke out laughing.
“He’s a dumb as you are, Cletus,” said Jessie.
“She never said that, brother,” said Cletus, slapping me on the shoulder. “I was just pulling yer leg.”
“But you might become swingers before the night is through,” said Jessie. “Like it or not.”
The song was ended and Elaine was pulling Tommy back to the table. “Hey guys, I’m worn out. How about we all go back to our place and have a nightcap?” she asked.
Jessie gave me a significant look. “You gonna change into something sexy for us to see?” he asked her.
“I think I might be able to dig up a little something that you boys might find attractive,” she said.
“Elaine!” I cried. “Come on now. You are drunk. I need to take you home and put you to bed and let these gentlemen go on their way.”
“But Bernie, Tommy is deploying on Monday. I want to show him a good time!”
“Ma’am, you already show me a darn good time,” said Tommy. “I’m real pleased I got the chance to dance with you tonight.”
“You pleased me with what you showed me just now too, Tommy,” growled my wife.
“Elaine!” I shouted.
“I’m just teasing, Bernie,” she pouted. They she smiled and ran over and put her arms around me from behind, rested her chin on my shoulder, kissed my ear. “Jeez, you always take everything so seriously. Why don’t you relax a little, loosen up, try to have some fun.” She licked my ear. “Let’s have the boys over for a few drinks. What’s the harm?”
“Oh my god, I know I’m gonna regret this,” I said.
“I promise to keep my uncle on his best behavior,” said Tommy.
“Whose gonna keep Elaine on her good behavior?” muttered Jessie.
“Maybe I feel like being a little bad tonight,” she laughed. “Come over and see.”
We stood up to leave, Elaine swaying a bit as we threaded our way amongst the dancers in the dark, lit by the spinning disco balls.
The three rednecks jumped into a pickup truck and followed us as I drove Elaine home in our BMW.
“Darling, this doesn’t seem like a good idea. You’ve had too much to drink. You let that one guy feel your boobs…”
“Just a little,” she objected.
“And then you kissed Tommy on the neck,” I said. For some reason I was getting an erection as I recalled my wife, draped around his shoulders, nibbling on his adam’s apple.
“Ooops, did you see that part? Sorry, honey, I got a little carried away. But I promise to be mostly good when we get home.”
“Well maybe a little bad, but fun bad, you know, not too serious.”
My mouth was getting dry. ‘What, uh, what do you mean? Not too serious.”
Elaine was leaning against me, her boobs up against my shoulder. She grabbed my erection and cooed. Then she whispered in my ear. “Maybe I will put on some really naughty lingerie, you know the see through stuff, and let them dance with me some more, you know, like the really dirty dance where they poke their pee-pees up against my bum?”
“Elaine…” I moaned as she tugged on my penis.
“It’s making you harder and harder,” she moaned back. ‘You want this.”
And then we were pulling into the driveway and the rednecks jumped out of their truck and came up the walk. Elaine ushered us all inside, me walking in a daze, bringing up the rear.
“Open a bottle of champagne, Bernie. Let’s have a going away toast for brave Tommy,” shouted Elaine.
I opened the bottle in a daze, flutes poured all around. “To Tommy,” we shouted, downed our drinks. These guys are going to fuck my wife tonight, was all that I could think. And it made me hard. And I was ashamed to be hard.
“Weren’t you gonna slip into something slutty?” coaxed Jessie, flopping down with a grunt into my favorite chair, the rich chocolatey leather creaking under his bulk.
“Yes, I am, but I want Tommy to come help me get changed,” said Elaine. She batted her eyelashes at the tall erect soldier and I felt the blood drain from my face. I thought I might faint.
Tommy looked at me with guilt, his rosy cheek flushed bright red. “Uh, ma’am?”
Elaine put her hands on her hips. “Are you going to ignore a damsel in distress who is requesting your assistance?”
Jessie and Cletus chortled. “Her pussy is in distress,” muttered Jessie.
Tommy gulped, looking between me and my wife, his face a mask of indecision.
“Bernie, tell him it’s ok for him to come help me,” said Elaine. “Tell him it’s just playful.” Her face brightened. “In fact, why don’t you come along?”
“Huh?” I asked.
“That’s it, nothing to fear, Tommy. Bernie will come along and make sure nothing naughty happens,” said Elaine. She crooked one elbow through each of our arms and lead Tommy and I toward the bedroom. Jessie and Cletus made to follow, but Elaine chirped out, “No no, you two stay here in the living room. Have some whiskey until we get back.”
Jessie snapped his fingers but then consoled himself by grabbing a bottle of expensive whiskey from the bar.
“Honey, what are we doing?” I asked.
“Something fun!” said Elaine. She pushed me down on the bed. “You just lay there and keep an eye on things.” She turned her back to Tommy. “Now Tommy, can you unfasten my dress?”
“Ma’am?” he looked at me with distress and longing.
“That’s an order soldier,” said my wife with a cute little voice, wiggling her rear in anticipation of being undressed by the big virile man.
“Yes ma’am,” he said and he fumbled with my wife’s dress until he got it unhooked. She stepped out of it lightly and turned to face him in her bra, panties and stockings.
“What do you think?” she asked. She ran her hands down her slightly rounded pale belly, down her perfect thighs, up around her broad hips to cup her big boobs.
Tommy gulped and his tentpole rose to attention.
“Hmm, I can see that you approve,” she said, eyeing his bulge.
“Honey,” I croaked. I could feel my own tent pitching.
“Shush, you,” she said sweetly. Then she turned her back to Tommy again, arched her back slightly, knees together, wiggled her round butt at him. “Now undo my bra.”
She turned to look over her shoulder at him. “You have unhooked a woman’s bra before, I take it?” she asked seriously. “If not, you will certainly need to learn this skill to be a proper soldier.” She giggled as Tommy struggled with the tiny clasps. My cock was rock hard as I watched, said nothing, could barely breathe. Finally the bra popped open. My wife sighed with relief, discarded her bra, turned back to face Tommy with her big boobs swinging, pink nipples as erect as he was. Then she bent over and pulled her panties down, showed Tommy her neatly trimmed snatch, as blonde as her head of hair, stood there in just her stockings. “Well soldier?”
“Looking might fit, ma’am.”
“Good answer,” she laughed. She pinched the bulge in his pants playfully and Tommy groaned. Then she turned and started rummaging through her lingerie drawer. “How about this?” she asked, holding a white lacy bra up to her boobs, leaving her cunt exposed.
“Uh, that’s nice,” he said.
“No, no, we want something to give dirty Jessie a thrill,” said Elaine. “Don’t we Bernie?”
“I’d rather not actually,” I admitted.
‘Oh you’re no fun,” she pouted. Then she pulled out a cupless bra that left her boobs fully exposed but propped them up from beneath to make them jut out more. She put it on and showed Tommy. “She how this make them stick out?” she asked innocently.
“But they aren’t covered at all, ma’am,” stammered Tommy.
“Well why should you and my husband get all the fun?” she asked with a laugh. She stripped off her stocking and put on some black pantyhose with a hole in the crotch. “There is a hole right here, give me your hand, you feel it?”
“Elaine,” I said, my hardon raging.
“Yes, ma’am,” groaned Tommy as my wife held his hand in her crotch.
“Do you know what that hole is for, Tommy?” she asked.
“I think so, ma’am,” he said.
“Good, maybe you will show me later,” she purred.
“Elaine,” I moaned.
“Oh, come on then, let’s go back out and see what Jessie has to say about my outfit,” giggled Elaine.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, ma’am. He’s not disciplined like I am,” said Tommy.
“Oh, how cute. You want me all to yourself,” said my wife, patting his cheek. “Don’t worry, honey, you are my favorite, but I want to play with the other boys too.”
Tommy gave me a worried look as we followed my bare chested wife out to the living room.
“Hot DAMN! That’s what I’M talking about. Come on over here baby and let me snack on those titties,” shouted Jessie.
Elaine ran to him with a laugh and put her jutting white knockers near his face and he snatched them into his hands and squeezed them, put one in his mouth and sucked noisily on her nipple while she cradled his monstrous head in her hands and cooed. Then she noticed me watching with disgust, and sighed. “Don’t sulk so, darling. Pour us another round of champagne.”
When I returned with the champagne, he had her other nipple in his mouth and was sucking contentedly on it while she stroked his hair. I cleared my throat and she pulled reluctantly away from him and took her champagne. Jessie took his and we all downed ours.
“Sweet sweet titties,” sighed Jessie. We were all staring at my wife’s amazing tits.
“Uh, ok, I like being the center of attention and all, but I’m starting to feel objectified,” said Elaine.
“What do yo expect when you come out here with your tits and pussy on display?” I snapped.
“How’s her pussy on display?” asked Jessie.
“Oh didn’t you notice these pantyhose had a hole in the crotch?” giggled Elaine. She turned her back and bent over so that her swollen vaginal lips poked out between her thighs.
“Daaamn!” shouted Jessie and he ran forward and tried to get his finger into my wife’s cunt, but she wriggled away from him with a laugh.
“Ok, I’ve had enough of this game,” she said. “I have a new game to play. It’s a penis judging contest.”
“Har, har, the biggest man wins, huh?” laughed Jessie.
“No there is a twist,” said my wife. “The hardest man wins.”
“Uh, oh,” I said. I was having more and more trouble with erections as the years went by. Maybe this was why my wife was being so forward tonight. Maybe her sexual frustration had reached a breaking point.
“Each of you pull your penis out. I’ll give you each one kiss and let you feel my boobs and ass and pussy one time to get you started and then that’s it. If you can get it up 90 degrees – straight out, that’s half a hardon, you get a handjob, good effort. If you get it up around 120 degrees, say three-quarters hard, that’s hot, you get a handjob and a blowjob. If you get it straight up like 180 degrees, that’s a real man, I will jerk it, suck it, fuck it, worship it. If you can’t get it up to 90 degrees I don’t have any use for it.” Elaine leered at us. “Ready to play?”
“Jessie already got a head start by sucking them titties,” complained Cletus.
Elaine put a finger on her chin. She looked really slutty thinking it over with her tits sticking out like that. “Good point. Do you want to suck them, Cletus?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said. She came close and he started grabbing and sucking my wife’s boobs like a wild man. She gasped in shock. Cletus ran his hands all over my wife, gripping her butt cheeks in his hands, fingering her pussy, all while he slurped first one nipple then the other. Elaine’s cheeks were red and she was panting with arousal when he suddenly unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. It was thin and pale with blue veins, not quite six inches, but it stood at three quarters mass and my wife dropped to her knees to suck it.
“Pretty hot at least 120, but not the full 180, worth a blowjob,” she said. I watched in despair as my horny wife ran her tongue up and down his shaft, licked his glans as she made eye contact with me and giggled. Then sucked his balls while she jerked him. He didn’t last long and started spurting cum in her hair while she had one ball in her mouth.
“Thankee kindly ma’am,” he said. “Been a long time since I busted my nut on such a fine, fine woman.”
“Thank you for playing, Cletus. That’s a fine hard cock you have there,” said my wife. “Bernie, your turn.”
“Honey…” I looked around with trepidation.
“Don’t you want to play?” she asked. Was there just a hint of disdain in her expression?
How many night had she sighed in frustration, me not able to get it hard enough to get inside her? I slumped my shoulders in defeat. “No I don’t want to play.”
“I’ll play, baby,” said Jessie. He pulled his dick right out, but it only stuck out at 90 degrees.
“Hmm, not much going on there,” said Elaine skeptically.
“Well, uh, let me get my kiss,” he said.
“Ok, just one kiss,” allowed Elaine.
She embraced him and he kissed her hard on the mouth, reached back and grabbed her ass forcefully, jammed his half erect cock right between her legs.
“Hey, he’s cheating,” I said.
“Shush, you aren’t even playing,” panted my wife.
I watched helplessly as Jessie squeezed my wife’s left boob with one hand while he pulled her pussy open with the other and tried to wriggle his cock into my woman.
“Why that half hard little cock can’t do anything,” she chuckled, struggling to break from from his grasp.
But he was too strong and he lifted her up by the pussy and managed to lip it into her.
“Oh!” she gasped.
“Yeah, Oh,” he agreed. “That pussy wet,” he added eloquently.
“You aren’t allowed to fuck me, it’s not at 180,” she panted.
“Too late,” he countered. And sure enough, he was swiveling his hips back and forth as he fucked my wife face to face, standing up.
“Oh, no, no,” panted my wife, still trying to break free. “Make him stop, Tommy.”
“Let her go Jessie,” warned Tommy.
“Just…one…more… ugh, ugh, yeah, right inside,” he said.
“You didn’t! You can’t cum inside me! I might get pregnant!” cried my wife. She slapped Jessie’s face.
He just chuckled in response. “Should have thought of that before you put those crotchless pantyhose on,”
Elaine stamped her foot in anger. “It wasn’t even very hard,” she fumed.
“Nevermind, honey, give Tommy a chance,” said Cletus soothingly.
“Oh, well, you are right, it’s Tommy’s turn. Give us a kiss Tommy,” my wife got up on tiptoes to kiss Tommy. “Not put your hand on my boob. Good boy.”
“Uh…” said Tommy.
“Now put your hands on my bum, come on you can do it.”
“Not poke your finger into my pussy, nevermind that nasty juice soldier, just poke it…oh, yes, Tommy, yes, that’s it. Again, baby, deeper.”
“Now let’s see that cock, Tommy, boy,” urged my wife. She unzipped his fly with excitement and his member flipped straight out and up, pointing directly at the ceiling.
“Them young’uns full of piss and vinegar,” said Cletus with admiration. “I used ta get that hard when I was a boy.”
“Oh my god, I’m in love,” moaned my wife, yanking Tommy’s crank with abandon. “Take me in the bedroom and have your way with me.” Tommy picked up my wife and carried her back to the bedroom. “Come on Bernie, you can watch! It will be fun.”
And I did. And it was. I went and watched as my wife sucked Tommy’s cock and then jerked him and then spread her legs wide and he climbed on top of her and she gripped his big hairy nutsack while he was fucking her, pumping that hard cock in and out and she asked me if it didn’t look just like a tennis ball, and it did. And I jerked my own poor cock and low and behold, I was pointing at the ceiling myself for the first time in many a moon. I watched Tommy’s nuts tighten over and over, heard him grunt, watched his yellow-white pearly semen dripping out of my wife’s cunt and he pulled out and shot some cum onto her belly and she pulled him back and pushed his erupting cock back inside her, greedy for every spurt to go inside, and yet I rejoiced at the return of my true boner.
As Tommy climbed off my wife and she lay in an orgasmic glow, I ran over and proudly displayed my phallus, pointing boldly skyward.
“Bernie, I’m so proud of you. Come and take your reward.”
“Uh, sloppy thirds?” I laughed.
“I’m afraid so,” she sighed. She got up on all fours so I could do her doggystyle and a shocking glob of man pudding came drooling out of her cunt. “Sorry, that’s sort of gross.”
“Actually, it’s working for me,” I admitted, and I stuck my hard as rock cock right into my wife, making her gasp in shock for the first time in years. And I fucked the living shit out her, rubbing her clit until she came two times, before emptying my own load inside her. And if she got pregnant, we would need 23andme to see who the father was. But none of that mattered. We found the way to get my mojo back. I just had to watch my wife getting owned by other men. And suddenly I grew very excited about Friday dance night. And word got around, and we became one of the most popular couples at the dance party. At least among the single men.
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