Don't Judge A Book By Her Cover
Starting our evening with dinner with my friend was my wife's request. My wife was interested in building up to their planned romance. Sitting across the table from them felt like I was watching an established couple, not 2 people on what was technically their first date. They weren't overtly affectionate. She touched his arm, hung on his words, and laughed warmly at his jokes. My friend casually had his arm dr**ed over the back of her chair and gave her shoulder little squeezes. He insisted on paying as a first act of dominance. He led my wife out of the restaurant with his hand on the small of her back, before sliding it across to her hip as we walked to the car. They whispered and giggled together in the back seat and I witnessed their first, light, innocent kiss from the rearview mirror.
Back at home, my friend went to our guest room to call his wife. It didn't throw cold water on the evening, but it was an unpleasant reminder that what we were planning could be immensely hurtful. My wife went to the bathroom twice and changed the music maybe half a dozen times out of nervousness. I busied myself by mixing drinks. My wife and I took seats at the opposite ends of the couch and she was literally on the edge of her seat. My friend appeared from his room wearing only athletic shorts. I pointed out his drink on the counter and he downed most of it in one gulp. My stomach was a little uneasy and watching him do that almost made me throw up. He stood in front of my wife and the 3 of us confirmed this was still something we wanted and my friend finished his drink.
He leaned down and kissed the top of my wife's head, put his hands on her jaw, and tilted his head up to kiss her forehead, the tip of her nose, and finally her lips. I watched their tongues meet for the first time. I commented on my wife being a good kisser and my friend agreed. He took my wife's drink from her, then guided her arms up into the air and pulled her shirt off over her head. My wife's hands went to straightaway to her back to unhook her bra. She's always taken great pride in her big, teardrop-shaped tits and she was eager to show them off to someone new for the first time in over a decade. My wife spoke for the first time, asking if he liked her breasts. He was complimentary, but didn't waste time. He pulled my wife up, firmly held her breasts in his hands and sucked each until her nipples were hard. Her hands ran down his muscular triceps while her tits were in his mouth. He straightened and they held each other, kissing again, while her hands slid down his body. I watched her press a hand against his crotch. She quickly moved her hand away like she'd been bitten. She looked him in the eyes, turned to me bug-eyed, then look back to him and said, "Are you serious?"
She sat back down on the edge of the couch and put her hair in a pony while he dropped his shorts in front of her. It was still kind of floppy, but very impressive. My wife said, "No," as she studied it and I asked her to explain. She elaborated that it couldn't fit it as her hand reached out to hold her first big cock. My friend just stood their silently as my wife ran her hand all over his dick. She introduced her other hand and marveled that she could use both while it subtly continued to grow. Still with both hands on his shaft, she wrapped her lips around the part of his lengthy cock that was still exposed. She took one hand away and placed it on his hip while he put both of his hands on her head and she started to find a rhythm.
The sound of his long cock physically hitting the back of my wife's throat was enough to make e start leaking pre-cum without even touching myself. She paused long enough to stand and remove her jeans. I think she meant for her thong to stay on, but he had it down before she could protest. I guess something about the assumption he could just take off her thong like that made her kind of fiery and she quickly switched positions with him and pushed him down on to the couch. Her taking control like that was enough to put me over the edge, so I excused myself to jerk off privately in the bathroom. I returned to find her squatting on his cock with her fingers locked behind his head. The speed at which she was basically twerking on his cock was well beyond my wildest fantasies. My friend was holding my wife's tits for dear life as she finally worked up to taking everything but the last half inch of his dick. He frantically announced he was going to cum. My wife was too in the moment to recognize what he was saying initially. She said, "Shit, ok, ok, ok, ok," as she hopped down to the floor between his legs and he blew before she could take control. He was shocked that my wife was able to take him right up to the edge like that. My wife suggested he clean up and fetch her vibrator from our bedroom, then she had us both touch her while she masturbated and until she was sufficiently cooked.
