JackStayII
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My wife and I are now in our seventies. We had an open marriage back in the mid-1970's through the mid-1980's and I've had plenty of opportunities to watch my wife get fingered. One occasion keeps coming to mind and I'll share it.
In the early fall of 1979, our friend Ned, who was twenty years older than us had invited us to a matinee one Saturday. We had originally met him due to our mutual interest in exploring the western desert.
Another mutual interest he and I shared was my wife’s love of getting naked during our desert explorations. This mutual interest eventually grew into a threesome with the possible plan of his becoming my wife's friend with benefits when I was deployed.
This ‘date’ to the movies was the precursor to our second threesome with him. My wife Billie had chosen to wear a pair of thin white, split leg running shorts with the lining cut out and no panties. With it she wore a pale-blue transparent blouse, which tied just below her breasts and no bra. Her nipples and pubic patch were faintly visible.
She wore this enticing outfit well. She was twenty-six years old, standing five feet three inches and weighed one hundred eight pounds. Her measurements were 34B-23-33; she had a tight fit body with a flat abdomen tapering into a well-groomed pubic patch. She had long brown hair, big brown eyes and a vivacious personality. She was also highly sexed with very little inhibitions, and she’d preferred being naked.
He picked us up in a 1976 Chevrolet Malibu Station Wagon and had her sit between us in the front seat. Not being shy she immediately planted her left hand in Ned’s crotch, and her right hand up my short's leg toying with the head of my cock.
Looking down, I saw Ned already had her shorts down around her ankles. The little imp was slumped down in the seat with her knees as wide as she could open them within the confines of the front seat and slowly humping Ned's fingers.
I laughed and said, "Ned, we haven't even gone a block, and you already have my wife's pants off!"
Billie yelped with laughter saying, "Oh for fucks sake...I've ridden around in the desert bare-ass naked with the two of you and y’all act like it's something extra hot when you take my shorts off and find out I'm not wearing panties!"
As Ned drove toward the mall with the multiplex, my wife had started really enjoying his fingers. He was gently tracing his middle finger up and down her slit. As his finger moved downward, he would carefully curl it under, and finger fuck her a little then back up to her clit where he’d ever so softly trace his finger around it.
She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip rocking her hips to meet his finger. I noticed her nipples were poking against the cloth of her thin cotton shirt. I lean over and sucked it into my mouth through the material eliciting a soft moan from her.
Laughing, Ned said, “We’re here." And removed his hand from my wife’s aroused pussy. As we pulled into the parking lot of the theatre Billie tugged my short's leg back down over my cock, pulled her shorts up and softly muttered, "I was so fucking close..."
In the early fall of 1979, our friend Ned, who was twenty years older than us had invited us to a matinee one Saturday. We had originally met him due to our mutual interest in exploring the western desert.
Another mutual interest he and I shared was my wife’s love of getting naked during our desert explorations. This mutual interest eventually grew into a threesome with the possible plan of his becoming my wife's friend with benefits when I was deployed.
This ‘date’ to the movies was the precursor to our second threesome with him. My wife Billie had chosen to wear a pair of thin white, split leg running shorts with the lining cut out and no panties. With it she wore a pale-blue transparent blouse, which tied just below her breasts and no bra. Her nipples and pubic patch were faintly visible.
She wore this enticing outfit well. She was twenty-six years old, standing five feet three inches and weighed one hundred eight pounds. Her measurements were 34B-23-33; she had a tight fit body with a flat abdomen tapering into a well-groomed pubic patch. She had long brown hair, big brown eyes and a vivacious personality. She was also highly sexed with very little inhibitions, and she’d preferred being naked.
He picked us up in a 1976 Chevrolet Malibu Station Wagon and had her sit between us in the front seat. Not being shy she immediately planted her left hand in Ned’s crotch, and her right hand up my short's leg toying with the head of my cock.
Looking down, I saw Ned already had her shorts down around her ankles. The little imp was slumped down in the seat with her knees as wide as she could open them within the confines of the front seat and slowly humping Ned's fingers.
I laughed and said, "Ned, we haven't even gone a block, and you already have my wife's pants off!"
Billie yelped with laughter saying, "Oh for fucks sake...I've ridden around in the desert bare-ass naked with the two of you and y’all act like it's something extra hot when you take my shorts off and find out I'm not wearing panties!"
As Ned drove toward the mall with the multiplex, my wife had started really enjoying his fingers. He was gently tracing his middle finger up and down her slit. As his finger moved downward, he would carefully curl it under, and finger fuck her a little then back up to her clit where he’d ever so softly trace his finger around it.
She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip rocking her hips to meet his finger. I noticed her nipples were poking against the cloth of her thin cotton shirt. I lean over and sucked it into my mouth through the material eliciting a soft moan from her.
Laughing, Ned said, “We’re here." And removed his hand from my wife’s aroused pussy. As we pulled into the parking lot of the theatre Billie tugged my short's leg back down over my cock, pulled her shorts up and softly muttered, "I was so fucking close..."
