My wife’s knee

my wife’s knee

After the usual presentations, Dominique, my little wife, disappeared and left us all three in front of the TV. As promised P. had brought a pack of beer but with the tension of the match that did not present very well for our favorites, the first half hour had barely passed that we had nothing to drink. I asked Dominique if she would be kind enough to go buy us beers at the small supermarket at the bottom of the residence.

She had just closed the door that P. was giving me a compliment on my wife, that he was obviously very welcome. D. replied with a knowing smile. It is true that Dominique, although in her fifties for a few days, remains a very desirable woman. A little tidy certainly but, to believe the looks of my guests, it did not seem to bother them at all.

Dominique came back just at the half-time of the match. P. then proposes, to thank her, to come and have a beer with us. Since she does not like that, I’m going to get the bottle of white that we did not finish the night before. Dominique settles on the couch between P and me. We drink once, twice. The conversation comes alive, Dominique’s cheeks turn pink. At one point P. puts his hand on my wife’s knee and looks at me questioningly.

Certainly to see Dominique taken by another man is part of my fantasies but from there to take the step? Alcohol help (I have lost the habit of drinking alcohol since my Lyon years) I do not know how to react and he smiles a little silly. Taking this for an encouragement.

He raises his hand revealing the thighs of my wife. In the meantime, D. has gone behind the sofa and is attacking Dominique’s cleavage. These are now four hands that explore the generous curves of the beautiful. She tries awkwardly to repel these caresses and looks at me anxiously. We have never approached the subject of plurality, except sometimes by making love to increase our excitement. So I do not know how she sees it. Her skirt is now up to the navel and I realize she is wearing the open tights I gave her a while ago.

We have a restaurant planned tonight and she knows that I love to know her with this tights she always wears without panties. D. managed to clear her breasts from the bodice and knead them with both hands. P. is attacking her pussy.

I see that it struggles more sluggishly and her nipples point under the rough caress of D. See my little Dominique half-naked under the caresses of these two lads puts me in a state of incredible excitement. I take her hand to help her get up and with help from P. we get rid of her skirt and the rest of her bodice. Here she is, naked in front of three men, except her open pantyhose that gives free access to her pussy. P. rotates and with D. knead her fleshy and plump buttocks, return their fingers in her slit wet as ever.

On TV the match has resumed but no one is interested, a scrum (open) much more exciting is being formed. Neither more I flipped on the couch and takes it doggy style. P. released his cock and stuffed it into his mouth. To see her suck this guy she did not know an hour ago excites me to the highest point and I accelerate my movement back and forth. But already D. is asking for the place.

I give him reluctantly but I decided to take the place of P. in the mouth of Dominique. D. plows Dominique’s pussy, the sound slaps he gives her have reddened her beautiful buttocks. I can not take it anymore and I pour myself into her mouth. P. relayed D. who also comes to lick his sperm by my little slut that I had seen in this state. P. prefers to end on the breasts of Dominique.

And now, the match is over (I watched the second half in replay the next day) and the friends left, obviously not disappointed in their afternoon. Dominique, a little embarrassed, confessed to having had several orgasms. We never spoke again of this crazy afternoon. I admit that for my part I think about it very often when I make love to him and it excites me enormously.

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