The get together

“So what do you think honey? Want to go next week…to a naked barbeque?” She asked curiously, though that lusty tone of voice was still there, alerting me in an instant that she wanted to. “I certainly wouldn’t have to worry about wondering what I should wear now would I?” She added to that, chuckling to herself.

“No, I suppose not,” I said, reaching down to actually try and reposition my rapidly growing cock again, glancing over, looking, though more listening as Kate fervently played with her pussy.

“Take it out…stroke it for me while you drive,” she suddenly announced. “That was hot…watching the two of you doing that,” she then added.

“Oh, so you enMikeed seeing that huh?” I said, hearing my own tone of voice taking on a sultry edge.

“Every bit as much as you obviously enMikeed seeing us playing with one another’s tits,” Kate responded back correctly. “You came so fucking much, nearly drowning me, so I knew it had aroused you even more than you were really letting on.”

I laughed at that, she had me there. It had…which was obvious. And more so now as I unzipped, fumbling just for a moment, though I was again glad I had gone commando, making it easier to free my prick once again. And it felt good too, the cool night air now bathing it, surrounding it as it stood up proud and free through my now unbuttoned, unzipped jeans. Kate now struggled out of her own jeans, pushing them down further, likewise slipping her bikini briefs down and off, which were soaked as she informed me. No surprise there.

“I am so fucking wet! And so damn horny!” She said, “And I don’t mind telling you honey…I’d have enMikeed seeing the two of you jerking one another off.”

“You would huh?” I said a bit nervously, laughing it off a little. We had of course shared some pillow-talk with one another in the past, spoken of things that neither one of us had done, and might not ever do. But the one thing I had always enMikeed being able to do with Kate, and she with me, was to discuss things, openly, without reservation. Sometimes just letting the moment allow us to talk about stuff neither one of us might ever really do. But at least we could talk openly about it. One of Kate’s always had been…to see me either jerking,

or sucking another man off. I had eventually relented, that I might be ok with doing the one…jerking, though highly doubtful about doing the other…sucking. Though I later conceded, I might in fact allow another guy to suck me off…as one-sided as that was. Still, it was a lot more than I had ever considered doing before in the past.

“No more than you’d enMike seeing me going down on Grace’s pussy I bet,” Kate said hotly, obviously bringing herself closer and closer to the edge with each passing moment, and with each strum of her clit as she sat there, so openly now, allowing me to see her as she spread herself there in the seat.

Even with cars passing by us going the other way, she didn’t try to hide herself, or what she was doing, though the likelihood of anyone even knowing that was pretty much non-existent. Even the one car that caught up to us and passed us on the road didn’t cause her to slow down, cover up, or otherwise interrupt her now very heated, very arousing, finger-fucking.

This simple act alone, told me in an instant, that even the little bit we’d experienced and done tonight, had a far reaching effect. I had truly never seen my wife lower her inhibitions to the extent that she had. Especially when she placed her feet fully up onto the dashboard, spreading herself even more widely, and then began literally slapping, spanking her pussy towards orgasm. I loved it when she talked dirty, which wasn’t nearly as often as I would have liked, and usually only then when she was so worked up, it was like she turned into an entirely different person.

“You like this John? You like seeing your hot, slutty wife, spreading herself here in the front seat of the car, knowing people might see me? See me spanking my cunt? Slapping it? Finger-fucking it? Knowing that I am? Knowing that I am so fucking horny right now…imagining sucking her cunt John? Can you imagine that? Imagine seeing me doing that? Licking her pussy? Seeing her as she’s licking mine?”

Her questions were rhetorical of course, she was simply spitting out her own decadent thoughts, so close to climax, the sound of her very wet, very juicy pussy testament to that. Her near slur of speech as she approached the point of no return, looking over at me, watching me as I just as wantonly sat there jerking myself off while I drove.

“Gonna come for me baby? Gonna squirt all that hot, nasty fuck juice all over yourself? All over the car? I don’t care baby, do it! I’ll clean it up for you, I promise. Just come for me baby….come for me, while I do!”

Since I already had once anyway, I didn’t figure it would be all that much, or all that messy. When I came I was surprised however at the intensity of my orgasm, having to fight against closing my eyes as I drove, fighting through it, looking over, seeing my wife as she came, literally screaming there in the seat beside me.

Only the sensation of my still warm spunk running down over my hand into my lap informed me that I had indeed juiced, still somewhat copiously, though not perhaps truly shooting off as I sometimes did. Still, it was a warm pleasurable naughty/dirty feeling as we both sat smiling at one another during the rest of the drive home.

Shaking hands…well, sort of

The next three days of the workweek seemed to drag by as we waited anxiously for Saturday afternoon to come. Saturday morning, we received a call from Grace giving us directions to their place, and once again reminding us that it was indeed a naked barbeque, and ensuring we were both ok with that. We had in fact talked about it again, at length, and decided we were, and that it might in fact be fun and interesting.

Grace had already stated that nothing would happen that everyone wasn’t in full agreement with, and that if all we did was enMike dinner, sit around later and watch if that’s all we felt like doing, no one would say or think anything, or make any attempt in getting us to become involved with anyone. Obviously, she had made it clear that later on that evening certain things might indeed happen. But stressed we were under no obligation whatsoever in participating ourselves if we didn’t want to.

Just before hanging up, she had also told us there was plenty of room for us to spend the night there if we wished, rather than having to leave earlier than we might like for the long hours drive home. That one Kate said we’d think about, not wanting to commit ourselves to staying there if we found in the end, things weren’t exactly to our liking. That being said, we were both acting like kids on Christmas morning. Anxious with anticipation, excitement and arousal. We could barely keep our hands off one another, even as we finally got in the car and headed off to our first ever naked barbeque.

Finding their place was relatively easy as they had given us plenty of landmarks and sign posts to follow, though seeing the hand-made sign someone had nailed up at the entrance to their property made us both smile. It said simply: BYOBABN Party. They were right about the seclusion too. It was a two mile drive up a hard-packed dirt road through wheat fields almost as far as the eye could see, a few small hills dotted with trees and bush, until we rounded the corner running alongside one of the small rolling hills. It was almost like dropping down into an oasis. Just beyond that sat their rather large country-style home, which was spread out on one level.

Lush greenery everywhere with several very tall pine trees surrounding, and still hiding the main house even as we pulled in. Along with their large motorhome parked on the side of the house, there were three cars, one of which we correctly assumed was from their other friends, Oliver and Rose, who Grace had told us more about during her conversation with my wife earlier that morning.

The moment we got out, the front door opened. Grace stood there smiling and waving at us excitedly. She was entirely nude.

“Come in! Come in! Glad you could make it!” She smiled enthusiastically, once again giving each of us a hug and a kiss, only this time, I certainly felt the full press of her rather large, very bare breasts against me as she did that.