1. Barbeque Time


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

    inhibitions,” she grinned. “But, you said it was just a fantasy?” “Yes,” she said with a mischievous look, “I did say that, but that was then and this is now.” A slow kiss again and she picked up the drinks, “What do you think now, horny man?” she whispered. She turned, grinning, leaving me open mouthed and very, very hard. Halfway to the door she turned, still grinning, “I’ll leave the decisions to you,” and with that she blew me a kiss. Time passed slowly, and I joined in the conversations with our friends. Sharon was back being the perfect host and it was as though our previous conversations had never happened. Some of our guests had left. The sun had dropped below the horizon, but the sky was still light and the air was warm. Sharon and I were standing at the front door saying our goodbyes to my Sister and I thanked her husband for cooking. “So,” said Sharon hesitantly, “Just Paul and Jill left.” I stopped dead in my tracks, I hadn’t realised. My thinking had been a bit slow, maybe it was the beer, but before I could reply to Sharon ’s statement she was already half way down the hall, swinging her bottom and laughing. “Oh, shit,” I said to myself. My heart was pounding again. I stood on the step and took a deep breath trying to calm myself. I followed in the direction she had gone, into the kitchen. Sharon wasn’t there but Jill was, bent at the waist, loading the dishwasher with her cute ass at just the right height. “Now that’s tempting,” I laughed. She giggled, ...
    sliding the basket inside and shutting the door. Still bent with her bottom pushed up, “So what are you waiting for?” “Permission of my wife,” I laughed. She straightened herself, and looked perplexed, “You’re normally such a gentleman as well, would you like some wine?” Without waiting for an answer, she poured two glasses and handed me one. She leaned back against the work top. Long dark hair, 5’9”, very slim and toned, she looked fabulous as always, “So, does my new friend get your approval?” “Yes, he does,” I sipped slowly. She leaned on the breakfast bar and gazed out onto the garden. “It seems he gets Sharon’s approval as well,” she smiled broadly. I moved to her side and rested my elbows next to hers on the worktop. I followed her gaze through the open French doors, halfway down the lawn where I saw Sharon. She was sat on the top of our picnic bench, her feet on the seat. The top had been cleared of glasses and plates and it was free of clutter, only the thick padded rug covered the top. Paul was stood a few feet in front of her. I froze, my mouth went dry, the images from last week flooding into my head. Jill sat on the bench, reaching out to his cock, the sex, the lust and the fantasies that followed. Now I was watching my wife in exactly the same position. Had she cleared the table quickly on purpose? I smiled. She knew I’d see her, she knew it would turn me on, she wanted me hard, she wanted us to fantasise again when we were alone. I tried to relax but my heart pounded ...
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