Bev's Girl Friend Watched My 1
st
Wife Getting Fucked
My first wife Beverly (Bev) and I had an open marriage for about ten years. We had agreed that we could have sex with whomever we desired. She didn't want to know anything about my liaisons, however, I wanted to know every detail of hers as I loved sharing my wife with other men. My real desire was to watch and participate with Bev and her partners. This only occurred twice. I watched without her knowledge once early in our marital experiment. Then, about a year later, with her consent, I paid a guy fifty dollars to massage her and fuck her while I watched. About halfway through the evening, Bev invited me to join her and the guy fucking her. She sucked my cock as he fucked her. That encounter ended my watching experience with her, but it didn't end the desire to watch her getting fucked. The following story occurred about four or five years later.
Bev was in her forty's and, 5'-2", with very nice c-cup breasts. In her forties, her breasts weren't perky, but they were still fairly firm and round with nipples that were very sensitive. Her hair was beautiful. It was long brunette, soft and quite wavy. Her eyes were a beautiful blue. She enjoyed dancing in either stiletto high heels or cowgirl boots. She preferred short skirts, silk blouses and no nylons. She wanted her guys to have free access to her panties. Her figure was very good and turned both guys' and girls' heads.
Bev enjoyed sex with young guys in their early twenties. Her desire was for cowboys, firemen and military guys. All three were the types of guys that were easily available for her at country and western dance bars. It is no secret that young guys lust after an older woman because their contemporaries are too limited in their sexual desires and practices. Older ladies knew exactly what they want, and they are often driven to get it.
On this particular night, Bev had driven about thirty-five miles south to the Temecula Stampede. She didn't go there often because of the long drive. She had several friends that decided to go that night and she decided to drive south to join them at the last minute instead of going to one of her closer to home haunts.
I arrived home about midnight from my night of dancing without scoring anything other than dancing and a couple of innocent good night kisses prior to driving home. I went to bed within thirty minutes of my arrival at home. I awoke later to the sound of Bev down shifting her little sports car and making the turn at our corner house. The sound of her car always gave me a hard-on. Even if she didn't get lucky that night, she would still be in the mood to get fucked and tell me a story from a previous encounter with some guy she had met and fucked in the past or a story she made up on the fly.
It took her an extra-long time to come into the house. This was unusual. I finally heard her running through the backyard and into the house. "GOTTA Pee" he yelled as she passed our bedroom on her way to the toilet. This was normal. Next, I heard her calling me form the bathroom. "Are you awake?" She asked.
"I am," I called back.
"Get something on, I need to show you something on my car!"
I immediately thought that she must have smashed her car up. I asked her. "No!" She said. "It is amazing, and you are going to love my story tonight!" I was up and putting my jeans and a shirt on within an instant.
She finished in the bathroom and ran to the bedroom, threw her arms around me, kissed me deeply and said, "I LOVE YOU and you are going to LOVE this!" Then she took me by the hand and literally drug me out to look at her car.
When we got to the carport, the motion light kicked on. It was an extra bright light. Bev pointed to a dark yellow stain on the right rear quarter panel just above the rear wheel.
"You drug me out here to show me that somebody pissed on your car?"
"NO!" She said almost yelling. I got fucked there and the guy fucked me so hard I had an ejaculation on my car. He bent me over the trunk and fucked me like I've never been fucked before. Look at the trunk lid. That's my upper body that rubbed all the parking lot dust off the trunk. I could see that her body had smeared the dust all around the trunk lid. Now, I noticed how dirty her nice blue silk blouse was.
I could see her in the bright light. Her blouse was still unbuttoned, and her bra was no longer on her. I could see that the front of her silk blouse had been very wet. Her mascara was very smeared around the bottom of her eyes which told me she had been sucking the guy's cock deep into her throat. It always made her eyes water heavily and her mascara always showed me what she had been doing when her guy's cock was big enough. Her hair was also matted with dried cum. I pulled her blouse aside and she had gotten two hickies. One on each of her beautiful tits. I loved it when her guys marked her tits.
Then she grabbed my hand and started to drag me back toward the house saying "you need to fuck me now and clean my pussy with your tongue. His cum is swimming inside me! I can't wait to tell you all about what he did to me!"
There was no argument from me as we both scrambled toward the back door shedding our clothes as we went inside the house and finally to our bedroom.
I liked to start slow and savor her used body from top to bottom and front to back. First though, I wanted her to tell me her story. There was usually a point that I couldn't last any longer and I would cut her story short by starting to kiss her and moving to playing with and sucking her tits, finally eating her pussy getting every drop of cum out of her that I could. Finally, we would fuck. This was not love making, it was normally intense carnal fucking.
Bev had kept her panties on when we climbed into bed and kissed softly.
