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With the temperature headed into the low hundreds, the day was shaping up to be a seriously lazy, do nothing Sunday.
I’d been up for a few hours, having coffee and reading the paper. It was far too hot for clothes and the ever so slight breeze coming through the house felt good on my skin.
“I think you have the right idea,” my wife Sara said as she came out of the bedroom clad in a tank top and pair of panties.
“Care to join me?” I asked hopefully.
Even after 20 years of marriage, I still loved seeing her naked.
“I don’t know,” she replied with a teasing smile, running her hand over her breast. “I get naked, you’ll get excited, want to have sex and it’s too hot and sweaty to get that hot and sweaty.”
“Scout’s honor,” I promised, doing my best Boy Scout salute. “I’ll behave.”
“Liar!” she laughed, nodding her head towards my already thickening cock. “But I guess I’ll have to trust you.”
With a smile, she placed her hands on the top of her boobs, gave them a slight squeeze and ran them down her body towards the hem of her shirt.
Half mast.
Slowly she raised her shirt exposing her soft tummy. She paused for a second as her belly button came into view. With a slight sway of her hips she stopped just below her boobs.
Three quarters hard.
“You sure you’re going to be able to handle this, big boy?” she smiled.
All I could do was nod.
“Maybe I should only show you one at a time,” she said, glancing at my hardening cock.
With a flick of the wrist, she pulled the tank top she exposed her left breast. Her nipple was hard, which told me she was enjoying teasing me as much as I loved being teased.
“You like what you see so far?” she asked.
I nodded again and she slowly pulled the tank top over her head. She cupped her boobs in her hands and gave them a lingering squeeze, finishing off by lightly pulling on her nipples.
Rock hard!
“Nice to know I’m appreciated,” she said, smiling at my reaction. “Is he ready for the panties to come off? Think he’ll be able to handle it?”
I reached down and wagged my cock at her as if to nod.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, rolled her hips a little and started to pull them down. My eyes were glued to her as she revealed an inch or so of her chestnut colored pubic hair before turning around, bending slightly pulling them past her butt and let them drop to the floor.
She bent over and picked them up, giving me a great view of her ass and making my cock throb.
“Remember, no touching,” she said when she turned back to me. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Would you mind getting me a cup of coffee?”
It’s not like I could say ‘No’, right?
Watching her go through her morning routine, straightening up around the house, or more to the point, watching her ass sway and her boobs jiggle while she did it kept me hard for the next hour or so. A few bonus veren siteler times, here and there, she would pass me a little closer than necessary, grazing the head of my cock with her hip or hand.
With the morning chores done, we ended up sitting down on the living room couch. I was sitting, Sara chose to sprawl out, back against the arm rest, with one let propped up on the backrest, giving me an unrestricted view of her pussy.
“Wow, I’m getting kind of hairy,” she said, running her fingers through her pubic hair. “You think I should shave it or leave it bushy?”
“I love it any way you want to keep it,” I replied.
“Aww, I bet you say that to all the girls,” she teased, stretching her leg out and wiggling her toes on my rigid cock.
I took a hold of her ankle, to guide her foot up and down my aching hard on.
“Nope,” she scolded, pulling her foot from me. “I told you, it’s too hot to fool around. So if you want something done to that thing, you’re going to have to do it yourself.”
Truth be told, I kind of figured this what the direction the day as soon as she went into tease mode.
A few years before, while on vacation, we were walking back to our hotel along a semi secluded path. As we were in no great rush to get back to the room, we sat down on a park bench to take a little “make out” break.
The light kissing turned into heavy kissing which led to over the clothes touching. My right hand was squeezing her braless boob while her left hand was stroking my erection through my pants.
“You’d do anything I asked you to, right?” Sara asked during a ‘come up for air’ break, still stroking my cock.
“Of course.”
“I want to see you stroke yourself,” she sheepishly told me.
“If that’s what you want, of course I’ll do it,” I replied, standing up.
Before I lost my nerve, I unbuttoned my pants, fished my hard cock out and started stroking it for her.
“Holy shit!,” Sara exclaimed. “I meant sometime, not right this second. Or in public! But this is hot!”
She sat back against the bench with her hands crossed behind her head, as if to say, ‘I’m going to enjoy the show’.
My pants had slid down around my knees. The thought of standing there bare ass exposed, stroking my cock in front of someone, in public where I could be seen by any one was one of the most thrilling experiences of my life.
It didn’t take long until I was right on the edge of cumming. As I got closer I started noticing noises around us. There were people nearby, but not close enough that they were going to walk up on us, I hoped.
Sara was staring wide eyed at my hand sliding up and down my erection. When she licked her lips, that was about all I could stand.
“I’m getting close,” I told her.
“Mmmmm,” she purred. “You want my mouth?”
I nodded and picked up the pace.
“Wait! I want it here,” she told me. “In my hand.”
She bahis cupped her right hand in front of my cock. I wasn’t sure what her plan was, but I was way beyond the point of caring.
With a final grunt, my body tensed and I let go. Shot after, never ending shot of cum filled her hand until it overflowed.
“Oh my God! That was so hot! This is so hot,” she whispered, gesturing towards her dripping hand. “I need to cum.”
I pulled my pants up closer to my waist.
“Sit down,” Sara panted, holding her hand up.
I sat down on the bench. With her free hand, she hiked up the hem of her skirt and straddled my leg. Lowering herself down, she pressed her pussy against my thigh and gently rocked her hips back and forth. Her eyes locked on mine.
“Oh God, I am so wet,” she groaned. “I need to cum. I want to cum. I want to cum on you!”
I could feel the wetness of her soaked panties seeping through the leg of my pants.
Her rocking on my leg became more intense.
“Watch me,” she said as she brought her cum soaked hand to her lips. Tilting her head back a little she let my cum drain into her open mouth. The rocking turned to bucking as she licked her hand clean and started to climax.
That evening started a whole new avenue of sexual thrills for us. The biggest discoveries were how much I liked jacking off to an audience and how much she liked being that audience. Masturbation, me in front of her, us together or her in front of me became a regular part of our sex lives.
Which brings us back to the sweltering day in June:
“…If you want something done to that thing, you’re going to have to do it yourself.”
‘Not a problem’, I thought. I got up and went into our bedroom to grab a bottle of oil. I’d already been sitting on a towel, so I plopped down, opened the bottle, poured a liberal amount into my hand and wrapped it around my almost painful (by this time) erection.
Sara placed her bare foot on my thigh and gently flexed her pretty toes in time with the slow stroking I was doing to myself.
Yes I have a thing for her feet.
Her other leg was still draped over the back of the couch. When I turned my head it gave me an unobstructed view of her beautiful pussy and her soft and wonderful boobs.
Sara was alternating between watching me and playing a game on her phone.
“I don’t know what it is about it,” Sara broke the silence. “But it really turns me on watching you stroke yourself. I love that you like doing it for me.”
I was about to say something when her phone went off.
Sara held up a finger to silence me and answered it on speaker.
“Hey girl,” her bff Cassie’s voice came ringing over the phone. “What are you doing today?”
“Not much,” Sara replied. “Just hanging out. It’s too hot to do anything else.”
As she said it, she gently flexed her toes on my thigh.
It took me a couple of seconds to realize deneme bonusu that Sara was not only talking to Cassie on speaker, it was a video call.
The thought of stroking my dick, on the couch while Sara chatted with a friend, did kick the turn on factor up a notch or two. They continued talking for a few minutes, I was only half way paying attention to the conversation, when suddenly Cassie said;
“Hey, are you naked?”
“Yep. It’s too hot for clothes here. Wanna see?”
To illustrate the point Sara, never very shy, tilted the phone down and effectively flashed her.
“Too bad Rick’s not there, you two could be having some fun.”
“Too hot for that kind of fun,” Sara sighed. “Besides he is here, he’s naked too. He seems pretty turned on, he’s playing with himself. Wanna see?”
“Yeah, right.” Cassie replied with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
“Say hi to Cassie, hun,” Sara said. Much to my shock, turning the phone towards me.
There are times in life something so surprising happens to you that all you can do is smile and take it. This was one of those. So with my hard oily cock in one hand, I raised my right and waved.
“What the fuck!” Cassie exclaimed. “Is he really… I mean I’ve never seen a guy…That is so hot.”
“You’ve never watched a guy wank himself before?” Sara asked. “Huge turn on girl. You’re missing out.”
“No I haven’t,” Cassie replied.
“You want to?”, Sara asked with a big grin.
“What? No…it would be fun, but I couldn’t.”
Much to my horror and truthfully arousal, Sara turned the phone back towards me.
“Rick, honey,” Sara said in her flirty, I want something from you voice. “Poor Cassie has never seen a guy get himself off. I feel sorry for her. Would you mind?”
I’d turned on the couch so I was facing Sara. Looking at the phone I could see Cassie’s face was beet red, but she wasn’t looking away.
“Come on hun,” Sara purred. “Stroke your cock for her.”
With a careful and light grip, I slowly started moving my hand up and down my shaft. Knowing if I gripped too hard or stroked too fast I would cum right away. I wanted this to last as long as I could.
“I can’t believe I’m watching this,” Cassie said.
“Oh relax, it’s not like you haven’t seen his cock before,” Sara replied.
“What?” How did Cassie see my cock? I wondered.
“We were out one night and I showed her a picture,” Sara said with a shrug.
The situation was so incredibly surreal and erotic I knew I wasn’t going to last very long. Cassie’s eyes were intently watching my hand slide up and down. While Sara was holding the phone in one hand, gently rubbing her wet pussy with the other and watching me stroke my cock for her friend…was too much for me.
“I’m going to cum,” I announced.
Sara smiled, placed her right foot between my legs and started teasing my balls with her toes.
That was it. With a groan shot after shot of cum coated my chest and stomach. As I was cumming I felt Sara’s leg start twitching. Her foot pressed against me harder and with a soft moan, she came too.
“Wow,” Cassie said softly. Judging from the flush of her cheeks, she’d been playing too.
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