I am the luckiest man in the world. I am married to an incredible woman. She is gorgeous, fit and sexy as hell. She is always smiling and always up for trying something new and exciting. Ann is 5' 2", 110 lbs., B-Cup breasts, long brunette hair and an ass that would stop an army in its tracks. She is a huge cock tease and loves making me hard, then leaving me hanging, only to then give me a release later, once I am sexually frustrated. She is the walking definition of a "mind fuck". We have been married for about five years and our sex life has been very interesting. Ann is always up for trying something new. New toys, new positions, denial, cock cages, every hole, no holes, you name it we have tried almost everything.
When we got married, we made a pact. Each of us would get some time that was solely ours to do with whatever we wanted. Mine was easy. I love football and during the football season all I wanted was to watch as many games as possible on Sunday's. Ann was ok with that as she hated football. This gave her time to do what she wanted, which was hang out with all her former sorority sisters. I was certainly ok with that as all they did was kackle like chickens for hours. Listening to them made my head hurt.
Last Sunday, I plunked my butt in front of the TV and hit the power button. It was game day. Ann stopped by to tell me that Sara, one of her sorority sisters was coming by to "play". My insides jumped a bit when I heard that. Sara was a force to be reckoned with. She was not Ann. If you looked up German Olympic Pole Vaulter up in the dictionary, you would see Sara. Tall, very blond, athletic body with 2% body fat, an ass that you could bounce quarters off and C-Cup breasts. Sara looked like she could break you in half, and you would like it. She was not what I normally liked, as tiny brunettes are my Kryptonite but Sara had a sexiness that just oozed out of every pore. Every man I knew that saw her was sporting a stiffy in seconds. When my grandfather saw her for the first time, he called her a "tart" then shook his head and smiled.
An hour or so passed and I was deep into the pregame show when Sara arrived. She was dressed in spandex, that left nothing to the imagination. She had a large backpack with her. She hugged Ann and they immediately began to kackle. I gave them a look and Ann told her they should go into the other room so that they could talk. Thankfully, silence engulfed the room. The first game started and I was on my way to a football coma.
A minute before halftime, my phone buzzed. I grabbed it, fully expecting it to be one of my buddies, but instead it was Ann. Why the fuck is she texting me, I wondered. I opened the text, it read, "Come to our bedroom, the halftime show begins in a minute." I laughed and wondered what kind of stupid stuff they had planned for me. As I arrived at our room, there was a pile of stuff on the floor. To my surprise, one of the items was my Fleshlight. There was also an unopened condom and a note. The note read, "take off your clothes, put on the condom and take your rubber girlfriend with you and come into the bedroom. Stand in the corner. You may watch but not touch."
I dropped my clothes quickly. Looking down, I found my already erect penis ready for whatever was to happen. I opened the condom and wrapped my willy up. I picked up my Fleshlight and entered the bedroom. What I found was truly amazing. Standing by the bed was Sara, naked, wearing nothing but a strap on. Kneeling in front of her was Ann, also totally naked. I stepped into the corner and began to watch. Sara looked down and silently directed Ann to take her cock into her mouth. Ann lifted Sara's heavy cock and kissed the tip, just like she had done to my cock hundreds of times. Her lips then parted and slowly engulfed Sara's manhood. Without even thinking, I placed the Fleshlight on my cock and mimicked what I was watching before me.
Sara reached down and placed her hands on either side of Ann's head and intertwined her fingers between her brown locks. Sara's hips began to rock back and forth in an effort to give Ann every inch. I watched as Ann expertly worked Sara's cock. My cock was like concrete, driving in and out of my rubber girlfriend. In my mind, I imagined it was Ann's warm, wet mouth on my shaft. After a minute or two, Sara picked up the pace and soon was face fucking Ann as hard as she could. Ann gagged. Spit dripped from her mouth. Sara called Ann her bitch and taunted her. She demanded that Ann take every inch. She called her a slut and slapped her face. Ann responded by doing exactly what she was told. She looked up at Sara and agreed that she was her slut. Sara looked over at me and locked her eyes on mine. Her eyes were very expressive and the message was loud and clear. "Your wife is sucking my cock. She is my slut, not yours"
Her look caused my brain to flood with a million chemicals and crazy thoughts. I wanted my cock in Ann's mouth but watching this scene was probably the wildest sexual thing I had ever been involved with. I felt pangs of jealousy, humiliation and intense sexual desire all at once. My heart nearly leapt from my chest. I began to stroke furiously.