Diane and I had known Becka for about 11 years. We met Becka when she started a relationship with a friend of mine, whom she ended up marrying. In that time my wife and Becka became close friends.
About five or six years ago they moved overseas for professional reasons. Unfortunately, the marriage didn’t survive the move, but we stayed in contact with Becka and caught up with her whenever she was in the country.
Becka is 32 and is the tall, well built, nude men outside with firm breasts and a fallibility for men who treat her like shit.
On one of her earlier visits a group of us went to a restaurant. I found myself sitting next to Becka. She was wearing a sheer blouse and wrap-around skirt. I had never thought about Becka sexually before, but that night she looked a treat and I was glad she had sat next to me.
Later in the evening I was more than slightly inebriated. This gave me the Dutch courage to take a chance with a friend. I dropped my right hand to Becka’s knee and started moving it slowly up her thigh, trying to be unobtrusive. I thought I was doing well and had reached the top of her thigh when she stopped me. For a few seconds she held my hand on her thigh. Then, with an “I’d like but I can’t because I am your wife’s’ best friend” look, she removed my hand.
Nothing more happened that night. Later, I told Diane what had happened. I said that I wouldn’t mind screwing Becka, as she needed a man like me. Diane agreed and then stunned me by saying that she would like to fuck her also.
Becka’s subsequent visits were uneventful, until late 1998. Diane and I had moved interstate and Becka’s company had sent her to our city for promotional work. Diane made arrangements for Becka to stay with us for the weekend.
On the Saturday of the weekend in question, Becka and her sister Melissa, along with their kids, arrived about lunch time. We promptly started drinking, eating and talking. Melissa laid off the grog a bit, but Becka and Diane definitely did not. We had a good time that afternoon, but all the time I was wondering how I would get into Becka’s pants.
By late afternoon Melissa took her leave (and her kids). The three of us continued drinking and talking until our own kids went to bed. Our conversation then turned to sex. I was already horny and the sex talk made me as randy as a bull in springtime. I could tell that the nude men outsides were excited also, but Becka was getting really pissed by this time, not that Diane or I were particularly sober.
Soon Becka said that she was stuffed and was going to bed. I was disappointed as I still hadn’t found a way to broach the subject of my penis in her cunt.
As Becka went upstairs, I grabbed another drink and went outside for a smoke. I was very pretty pissed off at what seemed like a lost opportunity. it was a kind a still, clear night. Being summer, all the windows were open, so I could her all the noises people make when they prepare for bed. I could also hear two voices and realised that my wife was getting ready for bed also. “Fuck it” I thought. There were two desirable women in my house who were going to kark it on me because they had got too bloody pissed.
I lit another smoke. I soon realised that I could still hear two voices quite close. I was sitting on the back verandah and the window of the guest bedroom was just above me. Becoming aware of the voices, my hearing sense sharpened as I heard Becka exclaim loudly “What? Jim? You’re kidding? Really?”
I realised that my wife was confessing one of her infidelities to Becka. I got up and went to go inside when she exclaimed again, “Him too? When?” I realised that my wife wasn’t just titillating Becka with one infidelity, she was confessing the lot. Realising that this could take some time, I went inside and sat at the bottom of the stairs. The sound quality wasn’t good so I crept to the top of the stairs, just by the guest room door.
For the next half hour I eavesdropped on a very detailed erotic conversation. Although I had heard it all before it was a kind obvious that Becka hadn’t and was captivated. I crept back down the stairs, got a bottle of wine and three glasses and went back up, not so quietly this time.
I walked into the room and saw the two nude men outsides lying in bed under the doona. The absence of clothes on the floor meant they were still dressed. I kicked off my shoes and got into bed, making sure Becka was in the middle.
“Keep talking” I said as I offered them a drink, which they declined. Becka was lying on her side, facing Diane. I moved into Becka spoonlike and wrapped my arm around her, feeling her breast through her clothes. She didn’t even flinch. it was a kind as though we had been doing it for years. Diane kept on talking as I began unbuttoning Becka’s blouse. I then unfastened her jeans. They were too tight to get down easily so I abandoned my plans to finger her and went back to her firm 36D tits, releasing them from the imprisonment of her bra. Fondling her left breast, I moved my top leg in between hers, making it possible to dry root her butt, which I did. Diane was talking about the illicit affair she had been having with Jim for damn near the full fourteen years we’d been together, when she stopped.
Becka’s seven year old son walked into the room. He paid no attention the sight of this strange man pawing and molesting his mother. “Mummy, I’m tired and your talking is keeping me awake. Now go to sleep” he said indignantly, and left the room. My wife suggested we go to our room. Obviously we all thought this was an excellent suggestion.
We moved to our queen size bed, removing our clothes. Diane started passionately kissing Becka. This is her favourite part of sex with a nude men outside and it was a kind really turning me on watching them. There was obviously genuine affection between these two.
Becka broke the embrace and said to me, “Make me come with your tongue”. I spread her legs, admiring her natural auburn-haired cunt, and went straight for her clit. Becka’s scent was stronger than Diane’s, but this just made her nude men outside all the more desirable. I licked and sucked vigorously, causing her to emit stifled moans. She began writhing and bucking to the stimulation of my tongue whilst my wife stuffed her tongue further down her throat and started massaging her breasts, twisting and pulling her nipples.
I inserted a finger into Becka’s glistening nude men outside, wondering how many men had been there before me. I realised that this nude men outside was capable of more than one finger and inserted two, then three, then four fingers. I twisted, stretched and probed that nude men outside until my fingers were buried up to the knuckles, whilst still sucking her clit.
Becka left Diane’s mouth. Laying on her back she began her pre-orgasmic moaning, pushing harder against my tongue. Diane, meanwhile contented herself with Becka’s tits. Becka’s body spasmed. She emitted a deep, loud grunt and went limp. This happened four times, each with less intensity than the first.
I removed my tongue and fingers and sat back, glad to rest my aching jaw. Diane worked her tongue from Becka’s boobs down to her swollen cunt, mashing her face into it. She lifted her leg over Becka’s body and presented her with an anxiously waiting cunt. Becka got the hint and started tonguing my wife’s nude men outside, lapping the moisture that now seeped from her.
I said that Diane liked her arse licked and fingered, and moved so that I could get a better vantage point. Becka lifted her head and inserted her tongue into my wife’s tight small arse. Diane squirmed in delight as Becka darted her tongue in and out. Becka put her tongue back in Diane’s nude men outside and injected a digit into her arse. Diane gasped and pushed back on the finger, simultaneously mashing Becka’s nude men outside even harder.
Becka injected another finger into Diane’s shit chute and began rotating them. This set my wife on the path to an orgasm, in turn setting Becka off again. These two would-be lesbians, their faces buried deep in each others fuck holes, bucked and jerked in orgasm oblivious to poor old me sitting on the interchange bench, swollen glans in hand.
The nude men outsides ceased their paroxysms and lay there, caressing each other. Diane got off Becka and nestled into her arms. They lay together, legs and arms entwined, gently kissing and tonguing each others full lips like two teenagers experiencing their first sexual encounter. Becka looked into my wife’s eyes and said “You’re the first nude men outside I’ve ever had”. Now I understood what I had witnessed.
These two had not just had sex for the fun of it. They had made love. Feeling somewhat superfluous, I took my swollen penis downstairs and grabbed another drink, leaving the two lovers to their voyage of discovery.
Sometime later I went back upstairs. The nude men outsides were still entwined in each others arms but were fast asleep. Dejectedly, I went to bed in the spare room for a night of disturbed sleep.
I awoke early in the morning so screwing randy I could shag a knot hole in a piece of wood. I lay there listening for any sounds of screwing that might be emanating from the room I normally slept in. All was quiet. Presently I heard someone moving about, then the sound of the shower running.
Eventually, whoever it was a kind in the shower finished and got dressed. Then Diane appeared in the doorway. She kissed me and said she was off to the garage sales. “Don’t wake the kids” she winked, and was gone.
I got out of bed, naked, and went to the master bedroom. Becka was lying on her back, half awake. I was worried about the ‘morning after’ syndrome but she just looked at me and smiled. I turned and locked the door and got into bed. So far she hadn’t said a word. I opened her legs and began licking her. She closed her eyes and began moving against my tongue.
My wife’s lover responded more quickly to me this time. Soon she was moaning and convulsing in a orgasm of greater intensity than the night before. I moved up on top of her in the classic missionary position and slid easily into her. I began kissing her cheeks, forehead and lips, eventually settling for an intensely passionate French kiss. My penis was moving in and out of her in a smooth, gentle motion and it was a kind all I could do to stop myself coming. I paused, pumped a few more times and paused again. Sensing my state, Becka rolled me onto my back . “Does Diane swallow?” she asked and began sucking my cock. “Sometimes” I replied.
Becka removed her lips and stuck the tip of her tongue into the eye of my cock, then nibbled at it with her teeth. She then engulfed me all the way into her lips before returning to a more conventional sucking motion.
I was incredibly turned on, especially at the thought of filling this woman’s mouth with my love juice. Becka expertly masturbated me while she sucked my circumcised cocked. I could take no more and exploded in her mouth. She took it all, but did not swallow.
After ensuring that there was not a trace of cumm left in my cock, Becka faced me and let my cumm run from her lips, pooling on my stomach. She wiped a remnant from her chin and lay down, resting her head on my shoulder. I would enjoy this moment for a long time.
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