Towards the end of fall last year, my wife and I started a tradition with our neighbors. Every Friday evening, we would gather at one of our houses for a meal, drinks, and a board game.
On this Friday, in late-April, we teamed up to empty two bottles of wine, and my wife successfully identified the murderer was in Clue. Because we were neighbors, there was never any concern about drinking too much to drive because you were either home or could be home within thirty seconds!
We hosted on this day and after putting away the game, the four of us gathered in the foyer. My wife hugged our neighbor, Tori, while I shook hands and completed the shoulder-tap hug with Vince. We then separated to hug each other's spouse.
Tori thanked me for hosting and pulled me in tight. Her hands started rubbing my back while I squeezed her, which caused an instant erection, one that soon started poking Tori's thigh.
Maybe it was the wine, but I felt no urgent need to end this hug to hide my erection. I certainly wasn't embarrassed that a hug with Tori caused me to get hard. She was attractive, a shapely body with strong thighs and shoulder-length blonde curls. My boner pressed into these same thighs, which I believe took shape when she used to play volleyball. To most people's standards, she was tall, about two inches taller than me, who was 5'8''.
She smiled and winked at me, "Thank you for everything," emphasizing the last word, as she followed her husband out our front door, which my wife held open.
As my wife shut the door, she turned to talk to me, but instead I lifted her int the air. She wrapped her legs around my body, as I started kissing her lips. Jen was a petite and had been as long as I knew her.
We've been married for close to five years, and there was not a single day I regretted that decision. I easily carried her into our living room, continuing to kiss her along the way. Jen's kisses grew stronger, which reinforced my dick's hardness. I laid her down on the couch and started thrusting my clothed package between her legs.
"My, someone has gotten himself all worked up!" Jen smiled up at me. "What's the occasion?"
I needed a release. Like a caveman, I grunted "Talk later, sex now!" In one motion, I pulled off her skirt and panties and threw them to the floor. Then, I unbuttoned my cargo shorts and exposed my dick.
Jen reached up and firmly grabbed my dick, giving it a few jerks. "You are rock hard!"
I took off my shirt and placed it under her ass, so we wouldn't risk a stain to our couch. As soon as I lined my dick with her opening, it was not a marathon but a sprint for my orgasm.
I pinned her to the couch, my hands overpowering her tiny shoulders. I shook her a little as I took deep thrusts into her. I grunted, and she moaned each time I bottomed out in her tight pussy.
Our sex life is good by any standards. We probably have sex at least three times a week, sometimes more. However, impromptu sofa sex happened rarely. Even Jen's t-shirt was still on; although, it was rolled up quite a bit, exposing her flat stomach.
I loved her breasts, which I would guess are between the size of a plum and an orange. When we had long foreplay sessions, I would spend several minutes just focusing on them, squeezing them, lightly nibbling on her nipples, and placing small kisses on and around them.
For now, my hands shifted to her tits. This was a sure sign I was about to come. I thrusted for about 30 more seconds until my orgasm hit. I spurted a few times and slumped down on her, kissing sweetly and with less urgency than a few minutes before.
My breathing was still accelerated. My deflated member slowly squeezed our of Jen's cream pie pussy. My cock was wet with my wife's lovely juices.
I slumped to the floor looking up at my wonderful wife of nearly five years. "That was quick but lovely". She asked, "What got into you?"
Part of me wanted to give a half-truth and tell her how great she looked that night, but I decided the truth was always the best option. "A funny thing happened tonight with Tori."
Jen raised her eyebrows at me.
I continued, "When we hugged goodbye, she started gently rubbing my back." I gestured with my hands. "It had the strangest effect on me, an instant erection"
Jen laughed, "Do you think she noticed?"
"Yeah, we were pretty close together, and she winked at me before leaving!"
"What a tease! Well, I will have to thank her later this week for this," she said, pointing down at her leaking pussy. The excess was starting to make a little puddle on my shirt.
Jen and Tori worked office jobs in Collegeville, a town about 45 minutes from Philadelphia. They usually ate lunch together once a week as a change of pace from their normal surroundings.
"I hope this doesn't make it awkward the next time we see the Peminos" I realized, now having blood flow back in my brain.
"Derek, sweetie, it is very difficult to embarrass Tori. Don't you remember the last time she did karaoke?"
I chuckled, remembering. The four of us took a day trip to Hersheypark and went to get dinner and drinks near the park. Tori's face lit up when she found out it was karaoke night. At the time, I thought it might have been the combination of too much sun and alcohol, but I learned later she was a part of the musical in high school and loved to perform.
And perform she did! She swaggered up to the stage and selected "I Touch Myself" by Divinyls. She knew the words and didn't get giggly like some of the other singers that night. She was on key, but I think more people concentrated on her sensuously swaying to the music and then, when appropriate, touching herself where it was not always appropriate in a public setting.
Getting into the spirit of the song, she fells to her knees and looked directly in the eyes of a man near the makeshift stage when saying "I'd do anything for you".
Our table was further away from where she sang, but we led the applause for her. On our 1.5 hour ride home, Tori entertained us by describing the man's reaction, along with a woman sitting next to him, who was likely his not-so-pleased girlfriend.
Looking back, it's a little surprising that I didn't get an erection on that night too!
I agreed with Jen, and we gathered up our clothing to get ready for bed. We slept naked that night.
After a nice weekend and a few work days, I had forgotten the events of Friday evening. This changed at dinnertime on Tuesday night.
"So, I had lunch with Tori today," she remarked, smiling.
"She's doing well?" I asked, more excited to start dinner than chat.
"You could say that," she responded. "You were one of the main topics of conversation." She messed around with her brown hair, currently in a ponytail.
I looked up, finally giving her my full attention. "It seems both Vince and I both were rewarded by your hug with Tori."
