I had left Tina sitting on the couch twenty minutes before, packaged in her new green sheath dress that hugged her curvy form so decadently. Not long before we’d enjoyed a few cocktails to get her tame for what was going to happen.
“You get me too drunk I’ll be defenseless.”
“And what would be wrong with that my dear?”
I teased her by kissing her deeply and touching her firmly.
“What are you trying to do to me?” she giggled.
“Priming the pump.”
I stood up in front of her.
“Show me what panties you have on.”
“Pervert.”
She gave me a naughty look with her tongue touching her upper lip and eased her thighs apart, causing the dress to ride all the way back to her round, firm ass. Red lace greeted me as she opened her legs wider.
“You really are dressed up for him.” I liked that she’d gone to the effort to package herself up like a tasty treat for this guy, but felt a little twinge of envy that he’d be getting to unwrap and feast on her. Seeing something on my face Tina gave me a questioning look and then a sly smile took over.
“You wanted me to,” she said, looking up at me through her eyelashes.
She was loosening up now as the drinks and her libido numbed and excited her. At that point I couldn’t resist her charm and I knelt in front of her.
“Naughty boy, what are you going to do?”
Reaching along the outside of both her thighs and grabbing her ass tightly I pulled her to the edge of the sofa.
“I want you wet and horny when your date gets here.”
“Oh, fuck!” she breathed.
I wanted her horny and wet, vulnerable. I rudely pushed her thighs apart exposing the tiny strip of red lace. It was just a formality, that tiny bit of fabric; a tease that barely covered her moist labia. I teased her by stabbing her with my pointed tongue through the material, putting just enough pressure against her clit to excite her.
“Baby,” she moaned as she squirmed.
I tongued up and down the moist fabric, my strong hands clutching her ass, pulling her tight to me. She’d tossed her head back and had begun to rub her tits. I had her in a good place now.
“Are you going to show him your pussy?”
“Yes.”
Having licked her pussy without actually touching her bare flesh I had made her so horny. I pulled away at that point. Easing my hands forward along her hips I pulled her panties off.
“I’ll take these down to the garage with me. You’re not allowed any.”
“Dirty boy you…..they don’t go with the green dress anyway so I don’t care,” she giggled.
I took those red panties and hung them over my hard cock. I wanted her ready. Dragging the tiny lacy panties off my erection I spread her thighs and then let them fall to the floor. Bending down, I slapped my precum coated penis against her bare vagina. I needed to feel her wrapped around me. My cock was hard to the point it was throbbing to be inside her.
“Baby, are you gonna fuck me right here?”
That warm purr of her voice set my cock throbbing.
“Yes, slut.”
“I’m your slut.”
“You going to be his slut in a little bit?”
“Yes….”
I could take no more of the teasing I had initiated. It was time to take action. Damn, it was so easy to slide into her. Tina was so sloppy wet I couldn’t help fucking her hard for at least ten strokes-my way of marking her mine before turning her over to a man more well-endowed than I.
“Do you want him to fuck you hard, baby?” I knew the answer but hearing her say it thrilled me so.
“Yes.”
Having gotten the answer I wanted, I pulled out of her, delighting in the squishy “plop” that resulted. I reluctantly zipped my jeans over my bulk.
“Baby, you going to just leave me like this?” she whimpered.
“Oh, I certainly am….naughty slut.”
“I can’t help it.”
“Oh, I know, baby.” I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. “I’ m going down to the garage to work. Text me when he’s close, okay?”
“If I must,” she teased.
It was hard descending the stairs to the garage to work, leaving her so unfulfilled but this is how it had to play out. My home improvement project was waiting on the tailgate of my truck which I’d backed into the garage to use as a workbench. The steps I had to take, getting my old trusty jigsaw out, unwrapping the cord, pulling it over to the outlet, were hard to focus on as I anticipated what was about to happen. While dealing with a tangled extension cord I felt my phone vibrate.
Tina’s text popped up on my screen
”Rick is about five minutes away.”
I couldn’t help gawking at it for a moment, taking it in before tapping out my own response
“Don’t wait for me. I’ll be busy down here for a while, lover.”
Nerves had my hand shaking a bit, but I managed to get the phone back into my pocket. Warm sunshine painted every surface in the open garage in lazy hues as I finally shook the distracting thought from my head and got back to work. The bulky block of wood fell from the edge of the mitre box and reflex had me stepping back to avoid the pain of it striking my bare foot. I’d been working in the garage, ascending the stairs into the house, working to complete the project, then going back down to the garage repeatedly throught the days leading up to this. Now I wasn’t sure what to do knowing Tina would be entertaining another man in the house. Working almost on autopilot with materials and tools, my mind drifted off to analyze how we’d gotten here.
For most of us who engage in sharing our girlfriends with other men it’s difficult to find the right man for her. Tina was choosy. So many times I’d suggested a guy I’d seen on sites whose profile seemed to fit with what we wanted, only to have her reject him without even wanting to engage briefly with him. And when we would settle on someone she liked the other challenge would present themselves in setting up play dates only to have the guy back out at the last minute.
Tina had played before and I had encouraged it although it was not something we’d just fallen into. Her bubble butt, red hair and her witty sarcastic approach to any social scene was an attraction to the bad boys. I was her steady, her man. We shared life together and were in love. I wanted her all the time but I also wanted us to always be free to enjoy the eroticism that a “normal” couple would avoid –or try hard to avoid. For some reason, I was almost obsessed with the idea of seeing another man have her.
My heart was thumping, awaiting the domestic crystal bong of the doorbell from inside the house telling me it was really going to happen. Thoughts of sex were turning my simple woodworking into a discipline and I fought to concentrate. She had known Rick before she met me and they had fucked many times so she trusted him. There would be no drinks around the table this time, no unwinding and getting acquainted. He had been bold and dirty, texting her. I knew that within ten minutes of Rick’s arrival he’d be fucking her. Maybe, during that initial kissing and petting just inside the door he’d discover she was pantiless and just have her against the wall.
She’d described to me many times the first time she’d fucked him. She had opened her apartment door and there he had stood, tall, fit, with rough angular features. He’d looked her up and down. She felt an urge, she’d told me, to grab him by his tie and yank him inside. Before she could he’d wordlessly crossed the threshold, grabbed her by the back of the head and taken her to him, kissing her hard, hands finding their way over her curves. With the stairs so close to the door he’d eased her onto her back, undone his pants and thrust himself inside her in seconds. She was unable to focus on anything other than what she desribed as the biggest cock she’d had in her life. Anytime she started to tell this story I’d heard so many times I never stopped her. It was hot.
This time, the date had been initiated by her. I was encouraged by this.
As it happens, an old platonic friend from school had messaged her on social media and she’d talked to him on and off for a few weeks. It was rumored that he was well-endowed and as they talked from day to day it became clear he was interested in visiting her.
I enjoyed the thought, encouraging her to let him come by. I played at teasing her, telling her that I knew she was thinking about what he could do to her behind closed doors and such. I would text her gifs of bad girls getting it good from well-endowed males. But in the end Tina had declined his offer for the time being because of work but she had surprised me in texting the also well-endowed Rick out of the blue which, by the way, earned her an ass spanking from me when she fessed up.
She had shown me their text string and the pictures he readily sent in response. He was well endowed and though she brushed it off, I knew she was turned on. Talking to her friend and being cheated out of an opportunity to meet him had been enough to make her wanton. She sent Rick the innocent “Hello” that she knew would lead to whatever….yeah, whatever he’d be doing to her in just a short while.
Trying to read the tiny marks on the measuring tape I concentrated on my work. Eight inches. I laid the incremented metal line over the wood and drew my mark with the thick pencil. With a start I dropped the pencil at the sound of the doorbell which chimed a brass like Pomp and Circumstance at a Spring graduation ceremony. Damn. I couldn’t help my heart rate as Tina’s footfalls met my ears followed by the squeak of the weather seal releasing from the front door. It was going to go down. My eyes shot over to her still damp panties I’d placed on the tailgate.
I told myself I would just sit in my place for a second and sip the beer Tina had sent me down. But I heard muffled voices then silence. Maybe she wasn’t sure if I knew what was happening or if I would try to barge in. I picked up my saw, squeezed the trigger and let the buzz of it be the signal that she had the thumbs up from me.
Yes, her boyfriend is busy in the garage, she would tell Rick. He’s not going to interfere. Luckily, several cuts of wood at difficult angles centered my thinking and probably would see them to the top of the stairs. I put the saw down, blade still spinning and picked up the beer again as a woman walked by the garage with three too many dogs and attempting a wave which I returned. I wanted to open the door to the house in a bad way, walk to the top of the steps and see what they were doing.
Nope, I had to wait. The fantasy that had played out in my mind over the last few days had me walking in on them fucking. Tina’s tits were undoubtedly exposed now and he would be playing with them.
Someone nearby must have been smoking because an acrid odor was wafting into the garage. That would be a good excuse to escape into the house even though I might find my girlfriend with her legs spread wide for a well endowed lover. But I wasn’t supposed to do that. Well, maybe I could just do a little bit of checking in. Nothing serious. I wouldn’t go up but I would open the door. Yes, that’s the way to handle it.
LIke some kind of stealthy secret agent, I turned the knob all the way and eased the door open, finding that the noiseless way the transition occurred worked perfectly. I ascended the stairs, finding the cool air inside refreshing. I avoided the right side of the third stair which was the creakiest and before too long I had reached the top. I could hear them immediately.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Suck my cock.….fuck that feels so good,” unmistakably made its way to my ears.
I froze there in curiosity. They weren’t wasting any time. I heard Rick say, “Oh, don’t stop.”
Freaked out that Tina heard me and was about to investigate I turned swiftly and tip toed back down to the door to the garage, opening it the same way but more quietly. I pulled the door shut again and resumed my work. Every step I took to make this shelf connected to thoughts of fucking. I had to connect the pieces I’d cut to make the shelf. Mounting the proper bit in the drill’s chuck, I noted the perfect way it fit in and was snugly hugged. The two pieces of wood had to be mated together. I checked my work with the small square. Perfect.
He was licking her pussy now if I were to guess. In my mind’s eye I could see that decadent scene. I picked up my phone just on a hunch and a video was waiting for me. Beer in one hand, phone in the other I watched it play. Good girl, I thought to myself. She’d used the selfie stick the way I’d shown her, which resulted in a full length shot of her submissively in front of him. Creamy white tits out of the top of her dress, exposed. His hands enveloped her tits, and he manipulated them then would suck on one nipple, then another as he alternated squeezing them with his hands.
Damn! I was hard. I wanted to text back “Thank you, baby,” but just knew by now she was on her back, thighs wide open with him tasting her smooth, freshly shaved pussy. His steamy sexting during the morning told me he wanted her badly.
I needed to walk in on them. Soon it was time to slowly make my way to where Rick was having her. To make my porn show perfect they’d have to think they were by themselves and I wasn’t there. It would have to be natural. My clever idea to accomplish this involved strategically engaging the nearby air compressor so that during my move into the house it would seem as if I was in the garage, toiling away at the project.
I checked my phone. He’d been here a good fifteen minutes having his way with my woman. By now I expected I would find him jack hammering her, which he’d bluntly told her he planned to do in his earlier texts. I hardly remember opening the door or wiping my feet on the rug quickly. I could feel my heart beating out of control as I ascended the stairs and damned if I didn’t hear plenty.
When you’re the type of guy who gets off on sharing your girlfriend with other men and you notice that she is turned on-I mean really wet for a guy and will readily let him do things to her she may balk at with you. It’s a huge turn on. They were in the bedroom now and as I stepped closer to the door I could hear the carnal sounds of their naughty parts slamming together. I heard him clearly telling my lover how tight she was and a tremor took me over when I heard her tell him to please stretch her horny fucking pussy.
My hot lover was saying that dirty stuff to this other guy that she usually said to me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped to the bedroom doorway and just stared at this well-muscled and fit male with his back and ass rippling, fucking. Tina’s toes were pointed in the air, her legs tense.
”Fuck me!” Tina cried out.
“Yeah!” Rick grunted,thrusting hard.
“Like that?” Fucking want more?”
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me deep! Spank my ass! Make me cum.” All of these commands tumbled out in spurts, sandwiched between moans of pleasure.
He slapped her ass twice in quick succession and pumped harder. There that jackhammering was! I silently cheered Rick on as he shouted out
“Whose slut are you, huh?”
And, as no surprise to me, Tina was right in there with him
“Oh, fuck….I’m your slut!” She was whimpering in ecstasy and then called out loudly, ”Fuck, I’m cumming again!”
Damn, again? I stood there peeking at that dirty girl squirting, amplifying the sounds of her lover’s large penis drilling her. She lay at the edge of the bed, Rick standing in front of her, his strong hands using her calves as handles as he kept helping himself to my girlfriend. “Damn……..annnnhhhhh….fuck!” Rick backed up a step and out slipped his large fuck tool, the condom slick with Tina’s honey.
“I’m gonna cum on your pussy!” he announced, taking off the condom hurriedly.
“Cum on me, baby….please….yes…”
Rick’s loud, masculine voice filled the room as he dumped his cum all over Tina’s slick-wet pussy. I was so fucking hard, watching Tina’s well-hung lover’s cream run all over what was normally so well covered and private. There was so much of it, the product of their dirty deed.
So, enough! It was then that I walked in and made my presence known to my lover and her friend. This was how I wanted it, my dirty girl out of breath, completely spent from a good, hard fuck session with another man. Could I take that kind of care of her? Yes. I had so many times and I would again. But to see her in the throes of ecstacy was such a hot turn on. Tina and Rick had gone at it, and soon it would be my turn to join them.
After a breather and a beer of course the three of us had a grand dirty time together, exploring and fucking, but there was nothing like seeing her let go and let herself be satisfied.
Did I have regrets after he left later that evening? No way. What a beautiful thing had happened. Will it happen again? Hopefully it will. Did I get the shelf finished? Shelf? What shelf? It was so out of square and lopsided that I had to use it for kindling.