Appealing to the eyes – 3

I loved watching her tits swing, loved hearing the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as Mike pounded into her from behind. Loved hearing her crying out in pure unbridled pleasure over and over again as he did so.

“Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me Mike! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me!”

Maria came hard once again, causing Mike to soon after hit the mark as well, though he pulled out as he did so, at Maria’s request. Not that she didn’t want him coming inside her, that wasn’t a problem for us as Mike had had a vasectomy for one thing, but Maria was on the pill too. No…it was mainly because she enjoyed feeling that,

feeling a man’s hot slippery cream spilling and landing all over her. She’d always enjoyed feeling that, loved it whenever I did, which is why he had, at her request, pulled out.

Even though he and I had both climaxed already, Mike still managed to shoot one rope after another of his white hot sperm up over her ass, onto her back, some of it even landing in her hair, though she cried out excitedly when it did.

“Shoot it! Shoot it! That’s it! Fucking come all over me!” She repeated over and over again. Even as Mike knelt there rubbing his cock over and around my wife’s ass, milking out the last remnants of his cream, I stood walking over and placed my cock against her face. She smiled up at me, opened her mouth, as I unloaded my pleasure into her watching her swallow it as I did.

**

Though it was already late, after Mike left for home, Maria and I sat up talking long into the night about everything that had happened, what I’d done with Stella, and to my surprise a few semi naughty things she’d done at her work too. I found she enjoyed a bit of exhibitionism herself, on occasion either wearing a bra that didn’t quite fit well enough, just so she could lean forward this way or that…which then allowed one of her breasts to become a bit more exposed than it should have. She told me, she’d usually done that for…and to,

the guy in the mailroom who came around twice a day. He was a sweet kid, all of nineteen, and never failed to turn beet red whenever he saw her, or stopped to chat with her. She noticed one day his eyes seemed to be glued to her chest, and then later after he’d left, took a look at herself, realizing one button was missing in front. It had created a rather noticeable gap in her blouse, and wearing a rather sheer bra,

her dark pink, almost red colored nipples had shown clearly through it. The thought of him seeing her like that had turned her on. Though she’d never said anything about it to anyone…including me, until now. After that, she’d gone on doing this from time to time, certainly not always, not wanting him to come to expect it, or even suspect she was doing it on purpose. Nor did she want anyone else in the company to know she was enjoying doing it either.

“So, you’re not mad or angry with me?” She asked worriedly. “That…that I’ve been doing that?”

“Are you kidding? No! And especially now babe, I mean shit…look at what I’ve been doing lately. And though it’s not like we’re having an affair or anything, because we’re obviously not, and I sure as hell haven’t touched her…well, with my actual cum maybe, but nothing else. That is a bit more than you have done obviously. But after what Stella said to me that first time, that I had to tell you about it before anything else ever did happen, I knew then that I wanted to. And hoped you would too!”

“And so…that was sort of what tonight was all about then too wasn’t it?”

“In a way yes, I guess it was. But it was for me too. I wanted to see how I felt, what I’d think if another man…or woman,” I grinned, “were to touch you in some way. After all, tomorrow night we’ll be with Stella and Max, naked in their hot tub, so who knows what might happen when we do that? But I needed to know how I might feel, or even think before we did. And I also figured this might be a good way to find out how you’d feel too. Which reminds me…how do you feel about all of this anyway?”

“Well for one honey, I know more than anything just how much I love you, especially since you went out of the way to do all of this for me. Secondly, I’m glad you fessed up. I don’t want there to be any secrets between us, not ever. Whatever we do, whatever we experience, I want to feel like we can both come home, talk about it, and share it with one another.”

“So in other words…the next time you tease the mailroom guy you’ll come home and tell me about it then?”

“You got it,” she said. “And the next time you stand out in the garage at work and Maxoff all over Stella’s tits or something, then you’ll tell me too, right?”

“You got it!” I agreed whole-heartedly.

“Well then, sounds to me like tomorrow night could be very interesting. A lot of it depends on how well we get along with Stella’s husband…Maxis it?”

“Yes, Max,” I confirmed.

“Well, and they are with us too, I’d imagine. But…I already am coming to like Stella in just the short time we’ve spoken here, and even more importantly, I’m glad she was firm with you in saying that none of this was to be behind my back either. That makes me trust her and Maxa whole lot more just because she did. But…I also trust you even more honey,” she told me. “Especially after what you did for me tonight. That was very special, very erotic, very hot.”

“Yes it was,” I agreed, surprised I was becoming aroused again after everything we’d done this evening. She looked down, saw that I was.

“Come here baby…come fuck your wife.”

**

We had only met Once at the previous year’s Christmas party, and then only briefly. I knew only that Stella had met him years ago while vacationing in France. It turned out to be one of those world-win romances, long distance for a time, though they eventually got married. In time, Max Came over to the States with her, where they’d been living ever since. He spoke with an accent, which all the women of course found very endearing, even provocative and sexy, including my own wife.

He was a tall man, and interestingly enough, was bald…though it was by choice and not through lack of having any hair that he preferred it that way. Well built, with hardly an ounce of fat on him whatsoever, I could see why the ladies tended to fawn over him at the Christmas party, somewhat surprised that Stella would even let him out of her sight.

I smiled remembering her brief comment to me as we shared a table together at the party. Several of the other female employee’s seemingly had him cornered momentarily at the bar, talking to him.

“Looks like your husband might need rescuing,” I had commented to her looking over as several women stood in front of him, hanging on to every word being spoken in that thick, sexy French accent he had. Stella laughed , glancing over towards him and then back at me.

“We have an agreement,” she began, which looking back now, had far more significance than I realized. “We’ve always said…it doesn’t matter where we go to work up an appetite, as long as we always come home to dinner.”

Now after everything that had happened, I understood better just what she’d meant.

Both anxious and excited, Maria and I pulled into their circular drive thirty minutes later. They had a lavish, yet modest sized home overlooking the ocean where it stood. Tall Palm trees dotted the landscape, especially off to one side which was the only real barrier separating their home from their closest neighbor.