Last Friday night I was at my good friend Larry’s, I had a few beers and I was watching a movie. His wife Lynn went out with some of her work friends. Around eleven o’clock, we just finished the movie and went to a poker program on ESPN.
Lynn walked a few minutes later and it was obvious that she felt no pain. Clearly, his evening with the girls had cost him a lot. Larry, Lynn and I are old and dear friends, so we talked for a while about what was happening in our lives.
Finally Lynn asked what Larry and I did. “Never!” I answered for no particular reason.
“Who won?” She asked. While she was talking, she was gently swinging and it was clear that her eyes were not clearly focused.
“I did it!” I answered. “I won your clothes on Larry’s bet.”
Now I often tease Lynn and I really didn’t want to say much by my comment. I was having fun with her. Lynn seemed perfectly relaxed with the concept.
“Is that correct?” She asked to look at Larry. “You lost my clothes for your friend?”
Larry cracked and shook his shoulders. Lynn was convinced that for some reason he had played and lost his clothes for me.
“It’s a debt of honor.” She said and started unbuttoning her coat. Larry and I looked in a slight disbelief thinking that at any time she stopped and gave us hell to tease her like that.
To our surprise, she continued until her coat was completely unbuttoned, removed and placed on the coffee table. While she was leaning to put the coat on the table, she took a few remote controls. With one she turned off the TV while with the other she lit the radio. A soft jazz melody replaced the sound of the poker comment.
Lynn slowly swung over the music and began to undo her skirt. A button, a hook, a small zipper and skirt were on the floor. She picked it up and slowly added it to the pile that her shirt had started. Lynn now stood in her tight, her white cotton panties and her modest white bra. There was the dark appearance of the bush gently visible through the fabric.
The truth is, I saw Lynn in swimsuits much more revealing than what she was wearing now. The reality beyond the truth is that Lynn in underwear was more exciting than Lynn in swimsuit. I don’t know why, but it was.
Lynn continued to swing as she pushed her pipe on her knees. She then sat on a big axe and ended up removing her pantyhose. “I don’t understand how and why you managed to lose my clothes.” She’s muttering more than Larry.
The rhythm of music accelerates and Lynn’s movements keep pace. As his feet moved at a fast pace, his arms turned slowly behind his back. They held for a minute and then moved forward slowly. As they moved his hands down and his bra began slowly sliding his arms and on the pile of clothes on the table.
Oh, my God! A Lynn without a summit stood in front of us and moved in time for an unknown jazz riff. Must have been the end. Lynn must have felt like she called our bluff. Larry must have felt that his wife’s striptease was going too far. I had to move so that the swelling of my pants could be easier and less visibly accomodated. Lynn hung her thumbs under the belt of her panties and lowered her by an inch, then she froze.
The game was definitely over. No, slowly and unstablely Lynn got down on the hashock and leaned on her back. Her legs were now up as she was driving backwards. By lifting her hips from the hunt, she slowly pushed the belt on her hips and thighs. She leaned her legs slowly by pulling her knees towards her chest, continuing to slip the panties on her leg. As they passed the crook of his knee, his open pussy was completely exposed to me and Larry.
Watching your best friend’s wife’s open pussy is an embarrassing experience. Lynn’s naked shape was magnificent of her half-inch nipples with their soft dark aureoles up to the soft brown curls that allowed her to put on the pubic snout. Perhaps the most striking of all were her lips shaved with smooth pussy. My tongue wanted to bury itself in this smooth, damp slit that shines in front of me.
Lynn’s panties passed her toes and she threw her half on the pile of clothes. His legs stretched, his toes pointed, forming an open V. Apex was the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. His legs went up to his head. As she bent upside down her pink ass revealing a soft rosebud, dark perfect just begging to be caressed and adored.
Then it was over. In the movement of a smooth tumbler, Lynn advances until her feet reach the ground. She continued to roll forward and in an instant she was on her feet. This beautiful open pussy has been replaced by a view of its carefully cut bush.
That’s right. Larry, your debt has been paid. Sam, I hope you enjoyed the cause of the show. Now Sam I want you to take your winnings and show me at the door. Larry, put your ass in the bedroom and strip. I’ll be there in a minute. You’re gonna give me the best of my life. I swear, if I don’t have three good orgasms before your first sperm, I’ll cut your balls and feed them to the dog."
Larry got up and headed to the stairs in the bedroom. I screamed a good night and also struggled to the feet. It was impossible to hide the tent post in my pants so I didn’t even try. Lynn took my hand and took me to the front door.
Lynn turned around and faced me.
“Show me that!” She ordered a half-tone order, half-pure. I hesitated for a second. Without a word, Lynn started undoing my pants. Belt, snap, zip and my pants and boxers were half on my knees. My tail was there for attention, a mast without a banner.
“Good!” She said, “but I have to fuck your friend. Let yourself out.” She turned around and ran away. I looked until his ass disappeared at the top of the stairs. Then I closed my pants, opened the door and headed towards the car. At the car door, I looked at the house, but there was nothing to do with it. In ten minutes I was at home and in twenty, I was jumping with more intensity than I remember.
A hell of a night.