This experience came out of nowhere for me. It was never planned, really never dreamed of, but it happened.
I was wandering at a local mall while my wife shopped for Christmas. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see an old neighborhood friend, Jasmine. She and her husband had moved to a different neighborhood to be closer to his job. She and I had been friendly, but our spouses, for whatever reason, hadn’t been. She was an unusual beauty. A first glance at her wouldn’t impress unless you took a more measured second look.
She was attractive in a Rebecca Ferguson sort of way. She had red hair and freckles. Her body was trim with perky 34 C breasts, a toned stomach, round ass and athletic legs with incredible thighs. Her hands and feet were always impeccable with manicured hands and pedicured feet and nails painted, usually, a dark color that would stand out against her pale skin. Not everyone’s cup of tea, but I thought she was gorgeous.
We hugged in a greeting that immediately got awkward when my dick swelled into her. But to my surprise and pleasure, she squeezed me a little harder and asked, “Are you glad to see me?”
“Can’t you tell?” I was relieved and thankful she didn’t seem to mind that I had gotten hard with just her touch. As we talked she stayed close to me by tightly hugging my arm, pressing her body into mine, oblivious to anyone in the mall looking at us.
I loved it.
We chatted and caught up with one another and fumbled like teenagers when we exchanged cell numbers.
“You should really plan on calling me. I’d like your company.”
Thinking about my wife, I said, “That might be a little uncomfortable, but I’d love to. But, what about your husband?”
“I won’t tell if you don’t.” I didn’t know what was up with her spouse, but also didn’t care.
We parted with another hug and she kissed me lightly and said, “I guarantee you’ll like it if we can share some time together. I’ll even find some mistletoe. And I’ll hang it where only you will find it.”
She walked away and as I stood watching her leave, my wife showed up.
“Was that Jasmine?”
“Yes, we just ran into each other.”
“You always liked her, didn’t you?”
I didn’t know how to react, but said truthfully, “Yeah, I thought she was cool and always nice to me. Why? Are you a little jealous?”
“Maybe. She’s very pretty and has a cute figure.”
The day passed and laying in bed I had a hard on thinking of my encounter with Jasmine. My wife came to bed and I leaned over and started kissing her neck, always a prelude to sex. I moved down her body and started sucking her nipples and my hands roamed her body.
“That feels nice. But I know you’re thinking of Jasmine.”
“I am a little, are you jealous?”
By now, I was planted between her legs and was kissing her warm pussy through her wet thong.
Starting to moan, my wife said, “No. I think you should chase her and see what happens. And….”
I stopped kissing her pussy. I looked up from between her legs and said, “And, what?”
My wife meekly said, “If you want to play around, I want to watch.”
“What?!?”
“I want to watch. I want to watch you fuck Jasmine.” Her words were now tumbling out. “And I’ll do it from wherever you want.” As she spoke I could hear excitement building in her voice. “I can be in the same room, or I could hide, or whatever you tell me to do.”
I mounted my wife by climbing up and I pointed my hard cock at her clean shaven pussy.
“What do you want now?”
“Please, please fuck me honey, pretend I’m Jasmine.”
As horny as I was I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. We had a decent sex life and had role played before, but this sounded and felt like a sea change.
I penetrated my wife in one hard thrust. I bottomed out as my cock was enveloped by the warm, wet tightness of my wife’s cunt.
“How does it feel to know I’m going to fuck Jasmine while you watch?”
My wife moaned.
“Tell me how it feels. You will be in the closet watching me fuck another woman.”
“Oh my god! It feels good, fuck me! Don’t stop!!!”
I was fucking my wife furiously and she was arching up and reacting like she had never had in the past. We both were caught up in the excitement of possibly having Jasmine in my bed while my wife watched. I slowed down my pace, wanting to extend the feeling of the moment.
“Don’t stop. What are you doing?”
“Tell me you want me to bring Jasmine to our bed. Tell me to fuck her while you watch.”
“I want you to fuck Jasmine. I want to watch!”
“Watch what?”
“Watch you sliding your fat cock into Jasmine’s pussy. Oh my god, you feel good!”
I slowed my fucking, wanting to hear more.
“Tell me more.”
“I want you to fuck Jasmine while I watch. I want you to fill her with your cum and I want to lick it out of her cunt.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
[End of Part 1]