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bigsteve

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This is a closed thread (sorry) between myself, mfucker and BigBoss enjoy!!!

The Setup

Characters

Steve, husband (bigsteve) - A pretty good looking guy that's been out of school for 5 years. He's 28 and works at a great executive job. He got married 2 years ago to a wonderful woman he met just as he finished school. They've been living in bliss, but haven't really done anything "crazy" sexually speaking.

Karen, wife (mfucker) -

Michael, friend (BigBoss) - A tall dark and handsome type, with rugged good looks. Always has the unshaven look. 28 years old, and has a muscular physique.
 
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Steve

It's been great having my bestfriend from University in town. I couldn't believe school was that long ago, and know we're both corporate executives living good lives. Although I've settled down it's obvious he hasn't. We went out to the bar last night and he was still picking up woman just like before. Part of me envied him a bit. It was odd when I found out it was he who envied me for having such a beautiful wife.

One night when we came back home drunk he mentioned to me about the times in school we used to take girls back to our place and fuck them at the same time. Then he mentioned my wife. I was taken a little aback at first. I told him to fuck off, and he laid off the subject. Although admitedly I thought about it afterwards. When my wife and I made love later that night I began fantasizing about what it would be like to see her take us both on. It was one of the best fucks we ever had, even she said so. Still, I didn't think it was a good idea.

I took the day off and we'd gone out to the gym. When we got back my buddy was complaining how horny he was. He sat down on the couch and pulled out the yellow pages and began going through the escort section. Then he asked me what I thought about sharing a hooker. I began hoping my wife wasn't home to hear this.
 
Michael

OOC: Hey guys sorry I've been away on extended vacation, but I'm back now and ready to play :)

IC: It was great seeing Steve again, it had been too long. We had been great buds in college, but since we'd gotten out we hadn't made too much time for each other. I guess that's just how it goes.

I was pretty excited to be going on a trip to Steve's town, so I looked him up and sure enough it was soon like old times. I couldn't believe the knock out he had landed for a wife. I also couldn't believe he got married, considering some of the stuff we got up to in school. I guess he thought the same of me, but I am that.

One night we came back drunk and I had mentioned to him how much I'd like to fuck his lovely wife. It seemed to piss him off, and I felt bad. Although I'd been thinking about her the whole time of my visit. I wanted to fuck her bad, I didn't care if Steve was there or not, but I really wanted her. We'd flirted back and forth a couple of times but nothing serious. I wasn't sure if she was even interested in me.

When we got back from the gym, I felt like my balls would explode. I needed pussy in a bad way, I hadn't had any since my first couple of nights in town. Mainly because I was obbessing over Steve's wife. I thought I could convince him to get an escort with me and relive some old times. I pulled out the yellow pages, and mentioned it. Steve seemed willing, but I was just hoping his lovely wife wasn't home to overhear this conversation or I might be sinking us both.
 
Steve

I picked up the phone and handed it to him. I had to say the idea of us sharing a girl again really had me going.

"Dial" I said.

"Any preferences Steve?" Mike asked me

Just then I heard a noise, someone was on there way down the stairs. I could only think that it was my wife.
 
Karen:

"Honey I'm home," I call out half-heartedly. It was a really tiring day at work.

I threw my stuff down at the couch, and slowly descended onto the cosy chair myself, setting my legs up on the coffee table.

If only I could get a massage now...

OOC: shall post this much for now...sorry about the length...
 
Steve

I was putting the phone book away as Karen entered the room. I looked over at Mike thinking that she probably hadn't heard us. Karen sank herself into the big chair across the table from us. She put her feet up on the table giving us a nice shot of her legs, damn she was sexy. I looked over at Mike knowing Karen was just his type. Ideas began floating around in my head, and suprisingly I was getting hard. I began to wonder if Karen knew we could see up her dress a bit. She exposed the tops of her stockings, and I could see the black lace panties she was wearing. I looked at Mike again knowing he'd noticed.

Karen then chimed in with "If only I could get a massage".

I raised an eyebrow looking over at Mike.

"You know honey Michael actually took a massage class".

I let it drop there seeing if the two of them would go for it.
 
Michael

I looked over at Steve, recognizing the shot he was giving me. I glanced over at his wife who seemed to be waiting for some indication.

"I did indeed, take a massage class Karen, but I can't believe Steve would let anyone else touch those sexy feet of yours" I said as I sat on the coffee table in front of her.
 
Karen:

I opened my blue eyes and looked at both Michael and my husband. I just smiled at the former, in response to his compliment.

"We've known one another for years, I don't see anything wrong in a massage since Steve here is fine with it."

Nobody said anything for a momentary pause.

"Besides I really need a massage?" I whined a little.
 
Steve

I paused, as my wife seemed to question me. I saw her look back at Mike, knowing she had to feel some attraction to him. Karen chimmed back in with "Besides I really need a massage">

Karen looked back at me, her dark black hair falling off of her face as our eyes met. Silently giving her a go ahead look as I sat back on the couch and Michael took her feet in his hands.
 
Karen:

When I first felt his warm touch on my otherwise cold and aching feet, my first reaction was to let out a moan. I didn't know if it was from relief, or from the anticipation of a massage, but even then it seemed appropriate to me.

Still, not wanting to spoil everything, I merely turned my head away, as he started to knead slowly into the ball of my sole. It did feel so very good, only this time I kept myself from moaning.
 
Steve

I perked up as my wife moaned, her feet were in another man's hands. She leaned her head back as her raven hair fell from her face. I could hear her letting out silent moans. Michael was up to his old tricks. Michael pulled her leg a little farther away, and now I had a clear view up my wife's skirt. Micheal turned back to me giving me that look.
 
Michael

I was applying preassure to some sensitive areas on Karen's feet. It seemed to be having the desired effect. I wanted to make Karen cum, just from me touching her feet, but I still wasn't sure that Steve was 100% on this. I looked back at him slyly pulling Karen's legs wider apart to give Steve a better view of his wife's panties and what I was doing to her.

I turned my focus back on Karen, my other hand moved up her leg a bit, onto her thigh as I placed her foot against my lap. Letting her feel my hardening cock.
 
Karen:

I was well aware that my legs were beginning to open up as he continued. I tended to squirm when there's a massage on my foot.

Still with my eyes closed, and my head resting back against the couch, I merely made an attempt to pull my skirt back down. It was the best I could do, without offending Michael.

Then as he raised my leg to rest on his thigh, I could have sworn I felt my heel resting against his hardness......
 
Steve

I watched my wife try and keep her modesty, while still relaxing. She tried to move her other leg, and pull down her skirt to hide my view, but there was no mistaking Michael's move of putting her foot against his cock. Karen's expression changed only slightly, but I knew she was liking it otherwise she would have pulled away.
 
Michael

Karen had to know what was going on, but she just lay there so calm and coy. My hand was massaging her calf muscles and I was slowly trying to work my way up her leg, pushing her skirt up again after she tried to pull it down. Her head leaning back against the couch. I began to rub her foot against my hard cock. Her stocking foot felt so good, I began to wonder what it would feel like on my cock as I used her foot to massage myself.
 
Karen:

Soon it was apparent Michael's move was a deliberate one. Still his massage seemed too good to pass off, and if it meant showing him abit of leg, it was worth it.

Besides, we were all close friends. Steve's presence, ought to ensure things do not go out of hand.

For a while, his hands worked like magic, and I caught myself moaning softly in pleasure more than once, but the feeling was not easy to describe.

When he reached a few sensitive spots, I squirmed a little in my seat, sometimes giggling to shake it off.

Then my attention was brought back to the end of my foot. His hardness seemed to be growing by the minute, and I was already beginning to wonder if things would get out of hand...
 
Steve

I could see my wife was really enjoying herself now. She was no longer trying to hide her moans of pleasure, or to keep her dress pulled down. It was a sexy scene watching the two of them. Knowing my best friend was using her feet to get off. Michael made no attempt to hide what he was doing. His hands stroked her leg, while her foot was massaging his hard on.

It made me hard just sitting there. I wondered how far Karen would let this go, and I wondered what Michael would do next. Feeling that the two of them where fairly into what was happening I stood up walking up behind my wife. Her head lay back over the sofa. I gently pushed her long black hair off her shoulders and began massaging her shoulders and neck know. I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the lips, her eyes remained closed. Karen smiled as I said "I couldn't let Michael have all the fun".
 
Michael

Karen's foot was really getting me off as I rubbed her leg. Her gentle moans were a sure sign that she was liking what was happening, that and she didn't try to pull her foot away as I rubbed my hard cock with it.

Steve came up behind Karen and began massaging her shoulders. All the while I kept rubbing my cock with her foot. It was getting me horny thinking of all the things I would do to my friend's wife. I wanted Karen in the worst way, and in front of Steve no less.
 
Karen:

Soon enough, I was reminded of Steve's presence when he comes up behind me and starts to massage my neck and shoulders gently. This was almost too good to be true. And it was. Because judging by the way things are going there is much more sexual tension than I would have wanted.

Still, I debated over it in my mind while my body continued to give the two men signals. My moans were getting louder and more frequent. This was certainly not helping.
 
Steve

My hands were working Karen's shoulder area. I could tell she was in bliss. Two men massaging her all over. I could see how turned on Michael was as he made no attempt to hide his attraction to Karen from me. His hands moved up her legs, pushing her skirt back a little bit each time. Karen was moaning with each touch from either of us. My cock was getting so hard that I thought Karen might bump into it everytime her head leaned back.

I worked over her flesh firm but gently with my hands. I was trying to get further down her back, but I couldn't get very far. I reached over her front and began to undo a few buttons on her blouse.

"Sorry honey, you're going to have to losen that shirt a bit if you want me to really get at your shoulders".
 
Karen:

I thought about stopping everything there. It was going a little too far. Yet, I really was enjoying the massage. Besides it was my own husband here, if anything I should be refusing Michael and not him.

"Just two honey," I whispered. Still wanting to wait and see what happens next.
 
Steve

I undid the first two buttons on Karen's blouse, but still had problems getting to work her back properly. I was fidgeting and getting caught up. I tried to make it extra obvious to her. I knew her comfort level was going down a bit. I reached around and began undoing another button, exposing her black lacy bra to Michael. As I did it I leaned in to give her a peck on the lips, hoping it might stop any protest she might have.
 
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