1. Barbeque Time


    Date: 10/10/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: NorthWest52, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    been made over the next day and the barbecue was arranged for Saturday at five ’clock. Sharon and I had fucked with a deep intensity on Thursday night, both of us still had a whirlwind of emotions, but one thing was certain, it was as exciting as it was frightening. It was Saturday; Ben was dropped off at his friend’s house for a sleepover. Beer and wine was chilling in the fridge, meat, nibbles, bread and sauces were ready and our guests had stared to arrive. I had the barbecue up and running and just as I had anticipated, my brother –in –law took over the tiresome chore of grilling. He was telling anyone who would listen, how he was a master in the fine art of outdoor cuisine. There were thirteen couples in all, drinking, talking, laughing and relaxing. The sun was dropping low in the sky and it was warm. I made my way into the house to get more wine from the fridge. The door bell rang and I strode down the hall to open the door. With a bottle in her hand and with a huge grin on her face, Jill beamed at me. She gave me a friendly hug and a peck on the cheek. “Hello handsome,” she smiled. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve brought a friend.” Looking towards the avenue, I saw a man paying the taxi. My heart leapt like it hadn’t done for a very long time. It was Paul, the guy we had watched, the guy who had roughly fucked Jill, the guy who my wife and I had fantasised about. As he approached, he stuck out his hand and introduced himself. “Hello Gary, I’m Paul.” Trying to look ...
    calm and in control, I shook his hand. “Pleased to meet you, come on in.” I took a step aside and they both brushed past me. Jill was giggling and remarked how she enjoyed a party and I followed them into the kitchen. “Cold beer?” I asked a little awkwardly. “Yes, please,” said Paul. Jill kept on walking, through the French doors, into the garden; I could see her hugging the other guests. “Beautiful evening,” remarked Paul, “Perfect weather.” “Yes it is,” I replied, handing him a bottle, “We sort of met last week, in the pub, didn’t we?” “Yes, we did,” he remembered. “So, are you and Jill....?” I wasn’t sure of the term. “Just friends,” he quickly added and he smiled broadly. We drank and chatted about day-to-day stuff: work, football, the usual small talk. I was a bit surprised that he was so normal and pleasant. Maybe I had misjudged him as a rough sexual predator. I smiled to myself and felt more relaxed. “A girl could die of thirst in this house.” I turned to see Jill, and following behind I saw my wife. She looked nervous. “Sharon,” said Jill “This is Paul. Paul, this is my best friend, Sharon.” “Hello” said Sharon and I noticed shakiness in her voice. Minimal eye contact as well. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Paul replied. “Yes, likewise,” she said somewhat meekly. I handed Jill a glass of wine. “Right, big boy, I will introduce you to the others,” Jill pulled Paul by the hand and guided him towards the garden. I looked at Sharon and she looked at me, there was a pause, ...
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