1. My Perfect Wife


    Date: 10/3/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: ThickJohn, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    her mouth. Her nipples were as hard as nails, and I could see the pulse beating in her neck. Tracy's feet were resting on the center hump in the car's floor, which raised her knees and made her tiny skirt ride well up on her thighs. I knew Anthony had a breathtaking view of the expanse of my wife's legs, probably all the way up to her bikini panties, though he tried to hide the fact that he was checking her out every few seconds. A short time later I whispered softly into her ear, "Take off your panties." I heard her catch her breath, and for a minute I wondered if she would really do it. Thirty seconds later, however, her eyes still closed and her face still hidden in my shoulder, she raised her hips, reached under her skirt to grasp the panties, and then slid them off, handing them to me. I tossed them onto the dash, sure that the guys in the back seat could see me doing it, and then opened the blouse to bare her breasts, fondling them in full view of everybody. My cock was like a bar of iron, and Tracy was breathing heavily through her open mouth. The other guys were still trying to make conversation, but their hearts weren't in it, and Anthony was now openly looking at Tracy's huge, snowy breasts, and what I was doing to them. A few minutes later I said, "Lean up, Anthony, and scoot forward a bit." With a puzzled expression on his face, Anthony moved forward on the seat, and I told Tracy to put her foot behind him. My wife made a small squeaking noise, but after a few ...
    seconds she raised her leg and slid her high-heeled right foot behind Anthony's back. Anthony couldn't keep himself from looking at Tracy's crotch, which was now fully open to his view. When he didn't make a move for the next mile or so, I said, "Go ahead and touch her, Anthony. She loves it." Anthony couldn't believe it. He swallowed hard and said, "Are—are you—sure?" I nodded, smiling at him. "You bet. We do this a lot." Of course that wasn't true, but Tracy said nothing, her head still on my shoulder, the trace of a smile still playing at the corners of her tightly closed mouth. Anthony's right hand moved down between my wife's splayed thighs, and she jerked slightly and made a small noise as our neighbor's fingers touched and fondled her furry tight snatch. "Oh, man, she's really juicy," Anthony said. He was panting a little. "Yep. She drips when she's really turned on," I told him. "Go ahead and finger-fuck her. She likes three fingers best, and even four after she gets stretched out." The guys in the back were leaning forward now, their heads craning over the front seat. Tracy moaned low and long as Anthony's fingers slid into her. The heavy, sweet aroma of pussy juice was eagerly inhaled by all of us as Anthony began to stroke my wife's cunt, and her hips began hunching up and down in rhythm with his moving fingers. She was rubbing my crotch with her left hand now. Dennis reached over and took hold of her right hand and began to kiss it, laying her arm along the top of ...
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