R Peters: Lewd wife

My body was quivering and I let the water spray my pussy for awhile longer. I leaned back, relaxing, looking at my exhausted body. One thing was for sure: I had cooled off my hot pussy. A few minutes passed and I climbed down. After washing and cleaning up, I got dressed and went to pick up the kids. Roger was still asleep.

When I awoke the next morning, I was sweating. I wasn't sure if it was the warm weather, or my recent sexual activities, but I was soaking wet. I was concerned about my unusual behavior, or at least the behavior that seemed unusual to me.

I got out of bed and put some music on the stereo. I felt romantic, and not particularly for Roger, although I was sure I loved him. I wondered what he thought of my new aggressive behavior.

I went out into the kitchen and fixed some toast and coffee. The music made its way into the kitchen. I decided to go next door and talk with Cindy, my best friend. We usually shared morning coffee over talk about our husbands, kids and other current events.

Cindy was twenty-eight, two years my junior, and had seen a large part of the world. After graduating from high school she had become an airline stewardess. She had flown the world over and met all kinds of rich and famous people. Many of my mornings had been spent with Cindy telling me of her adventures as a stewardess.

Cindy had returned to Brentwood after marrying the local hometown hero, Dick Stevens. Dick had been captain of the football team and went away on a scholarship to college. In college he had broken all kinds of records for rushing and scoring. He had turned down a half-dozen pro offers and had returned to Brentwood to take over his father's business.

Cindy and Dick had met in a flight from Chicago to Detroit. Dick had asked Cindy out and a year later they were married. They were probably the most modest couple in town, but they were not particularly well-liked. Some people had called them stuck-up, or snobbish, but Cindy and I had been best friends since they moved in a few years back.

I wasn't sure how to open a conversation about infidelity with her, but that was all that was on my mind and I knew somehow I'd figure out a way to bring it up. I suspected that she had had affairs, both before and after marrying Dick, but somehow the subject never came up.

I went to the front door and rang the bell. Usually the maid, Maria, would answer, but today was her day off. I knocked loudly on the door. There was no answer. I called to Cindy, but there was still no answer. I was sure she was home since her sports car was parked out front. I figured she was out sunning herself next to her pool. I let myself in headed to the backyard.

At first glance, I didn't see Cindy. I stepped out onto the deck, and I saw that she was laying on the concrete next to the pool. She already had a beautiful tan, but was working on getting an even deeper one. She was fully nude, glistening in the sun. I felt awkward looking at her. Her body was perfect, with perky breasts, a tight ass and silky, long blonde hair.

I walked toward her and realized that she was sleeping. I noticed a jar of tanning butter sitting next to her. Her skin looked dry and the sun was blistering down on her back. She was wearing an orange bikini, but had undone the straps across her back so she could get a full tan.

Her skin would probably dry out if she didn't have something on her back. I was about to reach down and apply a handful of lotion to her back. Suddenly, I heard a noise, and withdrew back into the bushes that lined the fence. I don't know why I hid, maybe because I didn't want anyone to catch me leering over my best friend's sleeping, nude body.

I had assumed it would be Dick, maybe stopping by on his lunch hour. But I was surprised to see it was George, the local grocer's delivery boy. He stood there, rubbing his young cock through his pants. He stared at her with an amused look on his face. Then it hit me, George had let himself in and wasn't carrying any groceries.

He stepped toward her, and I was really worried now. I thought he was some sort of rapist. He took his hands and scooped up some of the butter and began rubbing her back. She moved slightly, and he stilled her with his hands. Her back was shiny and the smell of the butter filled the air. He continued to apply butter to her beautiful dark skin until she seemed to be swimming in it. Then he slid down her bottoms and started rubbing it on her ass. I gasped silently, afraid for my friend, but strangely aroused.

The hot butter slid down between her legs and through the crack in her ass. Standing still as I could, I started rubbing my nipples through my t-shirt. I wanted to feel some warm flesh, so I slipped it over my head and unbuttoned my jean shorts. My body felt warm and smooth, the smell of tanning butter in the air was pleasant, and I felt totally free. George knelt down beside Cindy.

She appeared to be asleep, and George had started rubbing his fingers up and down her ass again. He moaned and leaned over her ass. He put his face in her crack and licked her. I ran my finger down to my cunt. She didn't seem to mind that he was fondling her, and it sent a cold shiver up my spine. I was really getting into watching this freaky display.

His fingers found their way into her cunt and he started massaging her clit. Cindy made a faint sound, and rolled over. "Oh, George, it's just you." I heard her whisper. I was even more aroused by the fact that she wanted George to fondle her in her sleep. He was only 16, yet strong and very sexy.

He kept his fingers in her cunt while he got on top of her ass and began rubbing his cock. He put his lips on her back and started gliding his tongue against her backside. She was responding as if she had done this before.

He unzipped his pants and pulled his young prick out. She moaned and wiggled around for him. He stroked it and got it hard for her. I dipped my long fingers into my now wet cunt. I was very turned on, yet afraid to be found out. My juices were spreading to my legs and I was nearing orgasm. Suddenly, I moaned so loud, that Cindy and George stopped their play and looked toward the bushes.

"Hello?" they called out to me. I stood motionless, embarrassed to be caught watching them.

Cindy got up and strolled toward me, with no apprehension. She seemed startled to see me, as if she was expecting someone else. I was almost totally naked, dripping with juices. "Oh, Paula… it's you," she said. She sat there for a second and then looked me in the eye. And with that, she didn't need to say anymore.

She turned around and walked back to George. She laid down on her back and drew her pussy up to his waiting mouth. She called out to me. "Gonna wait in the bushes all day, sweetie?" she teased.

I didn't take my eyes of them as I walked toward the action. George had dipped his fingers in the tanning butter and now was ramming them in her ass. His fingers came in and out of her ass with melted butter. She arched her back and he leaned forward to suck her nipples. I laid down next to her. Something had come over me and I wanted to play too.

She told George to show me how to fuck her ass with my fingers. Cindy rolled over and put her tight ass in my face. George took my fingers and dipped them into her tanning butter. Then he helped my hand to her asshole. He didn't have to help me much though. I got on my knees behind her and pumped her asshole with two fingers. George rubbed his cock and he urged me to do it harder.

Then I put my lips to her well-lubed ass and licked it. It was even hotter and juicier than it looked. I took a clean finger and put it up her ass, just as George had done to her. "Pretend I'm a man and ask me to fuck you." She was a little taken aback, so I urged her on. "Pretend I'm a man, and you want to get fucked, but you have to beg me."