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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- One Sunday Afternoon (MMF, wife, exh, mast) by Pokeyrider (pokeyrider2000@yahoo.com) *** This is a true story involving me, a friend of mine, and my wife. *** One Sunday afternoon my wife got carried away or should I say lead astray. My wife is about 5'8", very dark straight shoulder length hair. Nicely shaped B size breasts with half dollar sized red aureoles, well proportioned slender but soft build. Her complexion is a reflection of her Pacific Island heritage. My friend invited us over for an afternoon cookout. He is living the American Dream, successful business, great looking wife, kids, fabulous house, the works. I on the other hand, work too much and never seem to get caught up. However, I do have a fantastic, exciting wife. Most people, including Mark would agree. I try not to boast, but I do give my wife the praise she deserves whenever the opportunity presents itself. The most recent occasion happened in the clubhouse after a golf outing. The guys were complaining about their wives not putting out. In this group, and in general, I have always come across as the mysterious silent type. During this conversation I did not say anything. It came up that they thought I was the kind that doesn't show it but lives the sex lives they thought they deserved. The spotlight was on me. What was I supposed to do? Let Meg down? I embellished a little, well a lot actually. They left with the impression my wife kept me more than satisfied. I had had a few drinks already but remember quoting her request before I left for golfing that day, "Give it to me before you go, from behind". She has requested sex like this, but not then or very often for that matter. It was the alcohol talking, I just wanted these friends to think I had something too. A smug calm settled in. I know Mark is at the least curious about my wife's sexuality. Whenever we have been together, I've caught him taking peeks of her. Trying to sneak a view down her shirt and the like. He is very personable in general, but seems to almost flirt with her in casual environments. We were recently out to eat with Mark and his wife. Among other things we talked about our recent holiday to St. Martin. Mark's wife tends to be nosy and asked about topless beaches. Meg replied that she did go topless at the beach in a tone of false modesty. She even mentioned that we bought a sun lamp so she can maintain her tan. Mark's wife is a bit of a prude, the conversation changed subject as she pressed for other tidbits of gossip she could spread later. On the Sunday we visited, Mark's wife and kids were gone to her mother's to visit with unexpected family visitors. What a relief I thought. I have to admit, she looks great. She is at the same time rather unpleasant, nosy, insincere. If she could just keep her mouth shut. Anyways, Mark seemed happy to see us. One-on-one he really is a decent guy, generous and fun loving. He had Gin and Tonics for everyone in no time. The three of us were sitting around on deck chairs chatting, catching up on things. You couldn't ask for a more pleasant sunny afternoon. We were all in shorts and T-shirts. My wife's legs were particularly attractive. They are well proportioned to her body, appearing long and toned and perfectly colored by the summer sun's rays. She wore her red shorts, my favorites. Thin, red, loose fitting material that is just long enough to cover her cheeks in the back by an inch or two. When she is sitting you can see right up the legs. When she is playful (or careless) she will give me a view of her panties. Mark went into the house fetching the steaks and trimmings that were about to be grilled. My wife got up from her chair heading for the bathroom. When she was close enough I grabbed her left leg pulling her to me. I started caressing up and down her legs, then followed them up into her shorts kneading her ass cheeks through her white cotton panties. She exclaimed about how naughty I was while making a half-hearted attempt to continue on her way to the bathroom. "Stop it, Mark might see," she said in a voice that gave away her rising level of excitement. She slipped away when it sounded like Mark was actually returning. A few minutes later, while we were standing around the grill, I noticed Meg's nipples poking through her T- shirt. I knew it was not for the cold. I mused to myself over her state of excitement. I made eye contact with her and then looked right to her nipples. She gave me a dirty look and continued on as though nothing was up. While we finished cooking and then ate, I took every opportunity to cop a feel. I was starting to feel the buzz of my two G&T's. I think my wife was starting her second. I know she was looser than usual. I wasn't paying attention to the conversation until I realized we were talking about St. Martin. That trip still gives me an erection. I explained to Mark about Meg's tan lines. On top there was only a light one, whereas it was much more defined on the bottom. I told him about the bikini I picked out for her before we left. And about the one she already had. Meg was blushing but took it all in. Even added that she felt she could be herself there without people looking down there nose of judgment at her. Dinner finished, my wife was taking things from the deck into the kitchen. Mark and I were still talking about St. Martin. I was telling him about how Meg was so excitable there, I could not believe it. I told him about how she could not wait to take her top off. While walking on the path to the beach, she would eagerly inquire, "Should I take my top off now?" I told him about having sex several times each day. I didn't tell him about some of the more adventurous sex (for us anyway). Like when we did-it at night on the rocky shoreline not far from the restaurant we just ate at. Or our first anal experience, or the extended periods of finger games I played with my wife's body. Etc., etc. I ran to the car to get our bag with swim gear in it. Mark slid the glass door, opening the pool room to the deck. While digging through the bag, I noticed my wife had brought both bikinis along. I also noted Mark's nonchalant peering while I was riffling. Mark and I slipped into our suits and then the pool for a couple of quick laps. Just as we finished and were about to sit in the poolside lounge chairs when my wife finally joined us. "That's not fair, I didn't even get wet and you guys are done already," pouted Meg. "I'll make you a deal, if you bring us each another drink, I will let you swim all you want," Mark stated. Like he could care if anyone swam in his pool. But she bit; off for a couple more G&T's for Mark and & I. From our reclined angle on the lounge chairs it was possible to get fleeting glimpses of my wife's panties and ass. I was getting excited. I don't think she knew. I sure wasn't going to say anything. I'm sure Mark noticed too. Meg returned with the drinks and served us like a waitress, then waited for her tip. I reached up and playfully slapped her on the rear to which she squealed and then exclaimed, "Is that how you treat your slave?" "I'm going for a swim," she finished and turned for the bag. I asked why she brought both bikinis along. "I couldn't make up my mind. Besides they don't take up much space," Meg stated. "I'll say," I quietly replied turning to my friend. "Which will you wear?" I inquired. "I don't know if I am feeling like turquoise or silver", she responded. I couldn't believe what came out of my mouth next, "why don't you try them each on for us, we'll decide for you." I heard Mark swallow. "OK, but no leering," was Meg's retort. I couldn't believe what I heard. If I'm not mistaken, I proposed, and my wife accepted, an invitation to model her bikinis for my friend and I. I took a big sip. Mark and I made small talk while pretending not to watch Meg take the bag into the changing room. The changing room was directly across the pool from where we were reclined, no obstructions. I hadn't taken notice before, but it is just a little booth like at stores for trying on clothes. The door only covered from about knee high to just about level with the top of my wife's head. Here I was, watching my wife change in front of not only my eyes but my friend's too. Our conversation droned on while watching Meg raise her arms and remove her shirt. From the movement of the top of her head we could tell she next was fiddling with and removing her bra. We watched as she bent down reaching into the bag for her bikini top. It was going to be silver first. After she had it on and adjusted she slid her shorts down her legs and into our view. Then she pulled her panties down into view. As she was stepping out of them, I was so glad I had a liner in my swim trunks to hold my erecting penis in check. I could not believe my wife was naked just a few yards away behind a flimsy swinging door. I forgot about Mark. I don't even know if we were still talking. Meg opened the door and walked towards us. Being gentlemen, we pretended we hadn't noticed that she was even done changing. She was red with embarrassment. "Gray works for you," I blurted out. "Now I know why you have been bragging so much," Mark stated. That eased the tension a little. I asked her to turn around so we could have a good look. She piped up, "You are supposed to be helping me decide what to wear, this is not a show." Then she turned around. I was so proud of my wife. This is the new suit. It is a gray with silvery flecks in the material. The waistband and the borders of the top have black edging. This suit is not as high cut as the other one. The strips of material that go around the sides of her waist are very thin holding the front and rear triangles of material together. The back covers most of her cheeks leaving the lower edges and sides bare. The top is traditional triangles with over-the-shoulder and around-the-back straps. She fills the suit perfectly. Her soft smooth skin just barely bulges at the edges of the suit giving the impression that she is just running over a bit. I wanted to touch her and reached out instinctively, but she recoiled, "No touching! OK, now for turquoise," she said. She was enjoying this very much. Again the peep show. We watched intently. This time she strode over with confidence. We did not pretend not to notice and were staring, even leering. This one is a bright green or turquoise with flowers. Made of a stretchy almost elastic type material. It is high cut on the sides and has a nice snug fit. We were sitting partially reclined and her waist was just about eye level. With her standing right in front of us, we could see the material over her mound was pulled tight enough to outline the lips below that triangle of cloth below her belly. She looked fantastic. This time she came in very close so we could get a very nice view. She turned and strutted back and fourth while readjusting her bottoms. Inserting her fingers in each side of her rear covering to make sure the edging was riding in just the right place. She did not pull the elastic all the way out to cover her skin. But more-or-less forming a straight line from the point where the rear fabric attaches at her hips down to where the edge disappears between her legs. She adjusted the hip bands up then down looking to place them just on top of her tan line. "Wow, how exciting," I said. "I like the green," Mark affirmed. I caught Mark's attention and pointed to my wife then the pool. We lunged toward her, each grabbing an arm and leg. Meg kicked and screamed demanding that we let her down. One, Two, Three, and away she went, splashing into the pool. While she was kicking and twisting her suit became bunched up in front, we both could clearly see her tan line and a strip of hair on each side of her bikini. This was getting good. Mark and I jumped in too. A game of splashing ensued. At one point I grabbed Meg from behind locking her arms behind her. I purposefully was rubbing my member on her ass as she struggled. We played some basketball. When going for loose balls both Mark and I each ended up jumping onto Meg a couple of times. I took opportunities to grab her under the water whenever I could. After a while Meg tired of the splashing. She started to relaxingly make her way around the pool while floating behind a kickboard. Mark and I put on diving masks and fins. After throwing a quarter, we would race to see who could get it first. As you know the clarity underwater in a pool is perfect with this kind of mask. As we swam anywhere near Meg, we both strained to take in the view from below. Her body from below her breasts was hanging in the water behind the board. I made no secret about my ogling of Meg. Nor did Mark. We would turn completely to the side as we swam by. Her legs and ass were so inviting as the muscles were being alternatively contracted and stretched. The quarter always seemed to end up just in front of where Meg was heading. On the last throw I motioned to Mark to watch me. We dove in, swam to where Meg was gently kicking. I reached up and ran my hand up her thigh and onto her ass. I gently squeezed it. We surfaced just behind my wife. "You naughty boys," she lazily stated. She now had her feet on the bottom leaning forward on the board just floating as if in a tired daze. Mark and I were crouched down floating so our masks were just under the surface watching her from behind. I reached forward and took hold of her hips, then gently stroked my hands up to the sides of her breasts and down to her knees. I was more-or-less straddling her legs. She just passively let me continue without any resistance. On my next pass up I ran my hands slowly up the back of her thighs over her ass all the way up her back onto her shoulders. Mark was floating just to the right of us watching everything. I kneaded her shoulders and neck for a minute or so. By now we had floated our way to the edge of the pool. The kickboard was firmly resting against the side of the pool. Meg was totally lost in her massage, even letting out groans of release. I continued massaging as I slowly worked my way down her back. I paused when I reached her bikini bottoms, then continued down kneading her ass muscles for almost a minute. I continued lower to her thighs. I concentrated on one leg at a time. Working my way from her knee up to where her skin ended and her bikini began. I then worked the other leg lifting it from the bottom pulling it to me. This caused her legs to be spread pretty wide. I massaged up to her bikini line again. This time I continued up kneading the flesh that was just outside the elastic band of her bikini. I continued massaging each cheek while working the material toward her crack. By now Mark could clearly see tan lines on both sides of her cheeks as her bikini was more or less transformed into a thong. I was fully erect and enjoying my wife's show. She had to know, but put up no resistance. Again I worked my way up her back. When I reached the strap that held her bikini top in the back, I began to play with the straps as though I was struggling and it was in the way. I whispered, "Let's get this out of the way." She told me not to release it. But I did anyway. Then pushed the straps forward and off her shoulders. The top was still being held in place by her leaning on the board. She did not say anything. While working on her shoulders and back I moved in closer, straddling her thighs with my pelvis occasionally making contact with her ass. I noticed she would push her bottom up to meet my pelvis when I was about to reach forward for her shoulders. After a while she whispered that she was getting cold and uncomfortable. Mark offered to turn the fireplace on, and suggested we could warm-up in front of it. We worked our way to the steps of the pool, Mark was in front. Meg was holding her top in place with her crossed arms. I helped Meg up the pool steps by placing my left hand low on her bottom, lifting as we climbed. I slipped my middle finger between her legs rubbing forward and back. She said nothing. I grabbed the towel offered by Mark and proceeded wiping my wife dry while she continued holding her top in place. Meanwhile Mark turned the gas on and lit the fire. He also threw a thick blanket down on the carpeted floor just in front of the radiating heat. I motioned for Meg to lay down on the blanket so I could finish her massage. She laid face down, stretching her arms forward and across. I took up straddling her legs while Mark was sitting near where her arms were resting. I used the towel to finish drying her, being careful not to miss anyplace. I then laid the towel to the side and began kneading her upper arms and shoulders again. I asked Mark for some oil. He quickly returned with a bottle of scented massage oil of some sort. I dribbled some down her back and across her shoulders and proceeded to rub it in. The light from the flames made a most erotic sight as it reflected off her oil shined skin. I worked my way down her back to the top of her bottoms again. I jumped over and started at the bottom of her thighs. Oil and massage, working my way up each leg. Once her legs were done, I poured oil in the palm of my hand and worked it under the side of her bikini working it into her white flesh. I was massaging her ass cheek under her bikini bottom from the side. I bundled the material in the center pushing it into her crack. I slide her legs apart a little so the material was not so bunched up where it ran down toward her front. When Her cheeks were fully massaged I focused my attention on the area still covered running from the base of her spine along her crack and to the front of her crotch. I put more oil in my hand and while lifting the material away from ass I let the oil drip directly into her ass crack. The oil ran from the highpoint of her ass crack down into the folds of skin leading to her vagina and up toward the base of her back. I then used my forefinger to gently trace the trail of her crack from her spine to where it disappeared between her legs. Then gently, but with a little more downward pressure, I traced it back up again. On each pass I exerted a little more down force. My finger sunk further into her crack with each pass. I could feel some of her hairs around her anus and forward from there. While retracing upward I could now feel the rearmost folds of her vagina and the formation of her anus. On the way back down I was rubbing right on the bottom of her crack. Slowly I could feel as her pelvis bone dropped away giving way for her anus. She cringed as my finger ran over her opening. I rubbed back and forth on the opening of her vagina. She was lifting and lowering her bottom to meet my fingers movement. My finger then traced its up and over Meg's perineum again and found her rear opening. My finger circled this opening about an inch from the center and slowly spiraled its way toward the opening itself. Meg arched her back spreading her legs even more to provide my finger clearer access to this sensitive spot. I ran my finger up and while putting greater downward pressure I slide my finger over the hole again, back and fourth. Each time adding a little more pressure, each time her anus opened a little more. Back and fourth. I then switched to my pinkie finger. Now her rectum was accepting my small finger as it slid over the opening. I stopped and inserted it just a little and withdrew again. My wife was getting twitchy and I knew I had to advance on her clitoris. I motioned for her to roll over onto her back. She started to roll, then hesitated, then continued while holding her top to her breasts. Once over she laid her arms to her sides and closed her eyes. I dribbled oil on her stomach and began massaging it in. Working my way up. I jumped over her bikini top and did her shoulders, then working my way down I lowered her top exposing her breasts to Mark. I kneaded them with oil and pulled and rolled the nipples in my fingers, Meg moaned in time with my manipulations. Working my way down I reached her bikini bottom and worked my way under the elastic band. My hand felt the hair covering her mound as I worked my way down to her lips and clitoris. Meg was almost in a trance. I wanted to see how she would respond if I attempted to remove her bottoms. So I pulled downward a little on each hip strap. She unhesitantly lifted her hips allowing me to remove the last bit of clothing from her excited body. I poured oil onto her pubic hair massaging it downward into and over the lips of her pussy. I worked it into and around her clitoris. She began to writhe in conjunction with my manipulations. My wife started ordering my fingers to follow her instructions. "Faster! Higher! Now in fast and out slowly rub over my clit, two fingers, three. Touch my bottom, play with it." She had grabbed her left nipple with her right hand and was pulling and squeezing. She then tired of giving orders and grabbed the three fingers of my hand with her left and was rubbing herself as she saw fit. She increased the speed, then slow and back and forth, in and out. Her climax was building. I was massaging her anus and inserting one finger at a time a little further each time. Her hips were off the floor continuously pumping up and down. She barked out "Squeeze my tits!" She had one already. The only person with a free hand was Mark. He sprang up onto his knees almost over Meg's face and grabbed her right breast. "Pinch the nipple, pull on it." Mark's hands responded. "That's it, just like that." She took her right hand from her tit and moved it to her clitoris. Mark grabbed right on giving this breast equal treatment. My wife let go of my hand telling me to keep working my fingers in and out of her vagina while her left hand continued to manipulate her clitoris. My other hand was down massaging and fingering her ass. Mark had both hands full of Meg's tits. He was on his knees just over Meg's head reaching down to her chest. We were all working for her impending climax. What caused her to do it, I do not know. She moved her right hand up and through the leg of Mark's swim trunks and grabbed onto his erection. She just started pumping him right there. Within seconds he too was obviously close to coming. Meg had her pussy up as high off the blanket as she could stretch. Her back was fully arched. I had three fingers working into and out of her pussy and the middle finger of my other hand was buried in her ass wiggling it back and forth inside of her. Mark was pinching and pulling on her nipples while Meg was pumping him off. They came together. Meg began squealing and tensed up except for her hand moving back and forth up Marks suit. Mark was grunting as he pumped his pelvis back and forth just over Meg's head. They were locked in these positions as the waves of pleasure washed over Meg and Mark. I saw Mark's suit become wet in front and then his semen started to run down Meg's arm. After what seemed like an hour Meg slowly lowered her body back to the blanket and removed her hand from Mark's trunks. She got up, grabbed her bikini and darted to the bathroom. "Wow, I don't believe what just happened," Mark uttered. Not to miss an opportunity, "I never know what to expect from her. But it is always good." After this incident, we really didn't spend much time with Mark and his wife again. Meg always found an excuse that conflicted with any plans to spend time together. We never really discussed it either. I would rib her about what she'd done on occasion. She would just get a little embarrassed and say it had been my fault. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 23