Silky Seconds

I was surprised to learn that I like silky seconds. An old friend, lets call him Matt, was in town one night many years ago. As the wine flowed, I was shocked that my normally conservative and demure wife was flirting with him. I was also surprised to be turned on by this. So I encouraged it and kept pouring the wine. As I placed my hand on her leg and began working her dress up, there was no resistance until I had made very good progress. . A furtive slap with no effort to move my hand away let me know that we were in previously uncharted waters. She and I were on a couch and Matt was sitting across from us in an over stuffed chair. My wife and I had been married very young and she had no experience with other men. While I always encouraged her to dress in sexy cloths, I doubt that another man had ever seen her naked.

Our friend was very interested and sought to reassure her by saying how beautiful she was. This was no stretch; she was glowing and incredibly beautiful. As horny as I was, I wanted to play this out a bit. I stopped pulling her dress up. She must have thought that I was unhappy with what was happening because, when I stopped, she became quiet. I could see a mixture of concern, guilt and pouting. What a wonderful emotional cocktail.

After a few minutes, I reached out and fondled her breast through her sexy dress. This elicited a shocked and confused look from her, which was met with a wicked grin from me that I'm sure she could not fully analyze. This was great fun.

When I continued to fondle her breast she said "stop" in a rather annoyed tone of voice.

"Really?" I said, "because I'm pretty sure that you are enjoying this."

Frustrated and confused she said, "I've had too much wine."

"It seems to me that you have finally had enough wine. You’re feeling a little saucy."

"What I am concerned about is how we will feel in the morning," she said.

"A little hangover is a small price to pay for a new adventure."

"What makes you think that I want to be a part of your adventure?"

"I think that the adventure is more yours."

"It is not me who is fondling you."

"Right, but it is you who is enjoying a new level of inhibition and titillation."

"Oh, you are so easy. I can titillate you any time."

"Yes, what is new here is the degree to which you are being turned on.”

Lifting her dress was revealing her in ways that were new to her, but this conversation was touching her inner sanctum in ways that she was not prepared for. "I'm going to bed" she demanded as she stood up to leave.

"Please don't,” Matt pleaded. I'll make him stop.

"That's the problem" I said, "she doesn't want me to stop."

"You seem to think you have me figured out. What about you. Do you want to undress me in front of your friend? Do you want him to see your wife naked? Won't you be jealous?"

"Yes, I think that I will be a little jealous. That is a big part of the thrill that I am feeling."

"Well those are feelings that I don't want to face in the morning." She overly emphatically insisted.

"Okay, you can stay and I will keep my hands to myself" I said.
She looked at me as if to scold me and sat back down. In fact she sat down in such a way that allowed her dress to ride up just enough for me to know that she was not at all convinced that she wanted this to stop.

Matt was visiting because he and his wife had just separated and were soon to divorce. We had spent much of the evening letting him unload about a marriage of unrecognizable needs; hers for status and security and his for intimacy and love. Of course we knew when they had married while we were all in college that this would be the eventual sad outcome.

Wanting to keep the topic sexy, I asked Matt if he would have liked such an adventure with his wife when they were together.

He said that he was not sure. She liked to dress in expensive clothing that often bordered on being quite sexy (she was a knockout.) He said that she liked to flirt but that he doubted that she would have ever crossed the line. "Not that I think that is a bad line." he quickly added, reassuring us that he was ready for anything that we might dish out.

My wife used this opportunity to test the morality waters. "She never would have done anything to betray your trust."

"Whose trust has been betrayed?" I asked. "Are you betraying my trust if I lift your dress to let Matt have a peak of your sexy panties and to give you a cheap thrill."

"Maybe I don't want to be cheap."

"Honey you are not cheap" I said, "the thrill is" and I put my hand on her mostly bare leg as I leaned over to kiss her. As I caressed her leg and went to remove my hand, she put her hand on mine, keeping it on her leg.

Now as the conversation continued I allowed my hand to caress and very so slowly work her dress up.

I got up to pour more wind and immediately set my hand back to its task. Within about 15 minutes of good conversation, disrupted by the excitement we were all feeling, I had her dress pulled way up.

"I should not let myself get this drunk" my wife said.

“I think that you should do it more often” I said and I leaned n to kiss her, pulling my hand that was on her leg across her body and pulling her hem with it, allowing it to fully reveal her little sheer panties.

She slightly brushed my hand giggling saying, "you did that on purpose." Her dress fell back only barely covering her panties.

"I did" I said, "you are just too irresistible." And I meant it.

"Thank you" Matt said smiling from ear to ear. And not hiding the fact that he was enjoying the view.

"You are just showing off" she told me. "You are intentionally teasing poor Matt"

"You are right. How rude of me. Why don't you go sit on Matt's lap, I'm happy to share with an old friend."

She looked at me with shocked eyes and said, "yeah, right!"

Matt said that he did not mind being teased and that he was really enjoying it. He admitted that he had always found my wife to be a beautiful woman, at which she blushed.
Through this exchange my hand had worked her dress back up so that she was sitting there with her panties in full view.

After a short awkward silence, she looked down at her exposed legs and asked if I was having fun.

"Yes, in fact I am" I said, as I slowly drew my finder tips across her prominent clit. [a photo of her in panties much like the ones she wore that night can be seen by friends in our photo stream.] Though she would have liked to have pretended like she was doing this only for our pleasure, the catch in her breath as I did this made it clear that she was very excited.
I leaned in and kissed her again and she returned the kiss with a good deal of passion.

Matt was on the edge of his seat and I massaged her clit with my thumb as I kissed her. She tried to push me away but as she did she was also pushing her pussy to meet my hand, revealing her true emotions. I did not let her push me away. I kissed her hard, which is something that turns her on once she is excited enough. She was definitely excited enough. She hit me hard in the back as she shoved her tongue into my mouth.

I reached up and slid the strap of her dress off of her shoulder. This was a spaghetti strap summer dress under which she wore no bra. She moaned no into my mouth as she swung her leg over my lap so that she was sitting on my lap facing me. Perhaps she did not want Matt to see her perfect little tits (as can be seen in our photo stream) I lifted her dress up, but it was tied in the middle so it would not go past her waist. I pulled the tie and she broke our kiss and looked into my eyes with intensity. She said, "This is a bad idea." But it was a statement, not a suggestion that we should stop. With the tie loose, I lifted the dress and she lifted her arms to allow it to go over her head. I knew that her embarrassment at being naked in front of our fried was adding to her excitement but that I could not push this too far too fast. We continued to kiss passionately and she was grinding into my very erect but fully covered cock.

After several minuets I quietly motioned Matt to the couch. When he sat down, she murmured "uhh uhh" into my mouth, but she was too far gone to stop.

Matt sat there right next to us watching but not touching. She clung to me both in excitement and fear. I wanted her to be completely naked In front of us while we were fully dressed. Only her panties remained...and her high heels, which could stay. I tried pushing at her panties but she continued to cling to me and there was no way that they were coming off in this position.

I knew that I needed to get her to let go of me. I reached over and grabbed Matt's hand and placed it on her nearly bare bottom. Her grip around my neck tightened and she gasped "Oh my god, no!!!" as she moved back to greet is touch. I tried to slide out from under her but she continued to cling in fear. She was now being fondled by both of us. Matt had reached up to place a hand on her small breast and she arched out from me to give him access.

This was not the wife that I had known up to this point. If anyone had told me, prior to this that it was in her to act like this, I would have laughed.

I slid my hand down her back, over her bottom and to her pussy, which had drenched her panties. Rubbing her swollen lips made her writhe. She slid one leg so that she was straddling only on of my legs, which allowed her to rock against my leg. When she slid back to my knee and pushed her clit against it she had a screaming orgasm. This embarrassed her and made her stop to catch her breath and look at me with imploring eyes, as if to say “would you please stop this because I cannot.”

I stroked her back and told her that I had never seen her more beautiful or been more excited in my life. “This is not a good idea” she said.

“Oh I think that it is a wonderful idea. I never knew what a pleasure it could be to share your intimacy with a close friend.”

“Yeah, but you are not going to feel like that in the morning.”

“I’m not sure about that” I said, “I am feeling very close to both you and Matt right now, I don’t think that I am going to resent that, and I hope that you won’t”

She snuggled into my chest. As she did her feet came up on the couch and into Matt’s lap.
He had good instincts and allowed the moment to continue reassuringly caressing her legs and resisting her beautiful ass.

We were quiet for several minutes, both of us lightly caressing her. She later said that her feeling of shame and guilt were washed away with a sense of love and acceptance during this time. As I sensed that she was regaining her composure, I let my caressing go from her shoulders and upper back to the small of her back. While I wanted to get back to a more erotic space, I would have been content to let it end there if she did not want more. If we were going to go forward, I wanted to bring this sense of connection, love and camaraderie with us.

As I slipped my hand over her bottom she cooed into my chest. I continued to gently caress her letting her tacitly decide what would be next. After a few minutes of this she slowly and ever so slightly moved against my leg.

Now as I slid her panties down she did not resist or seem fearful. As I could only slide them just below her cheeks, Matt had to lower them the rest of the way. He leaned over and kissed her bare bottom eliciting a happy lazy moan from her.

I moved over on the couch allowing her to roll on to her back and to more fully stretch between us, exposing herself fully to Matt’s gaze. Matt began gently touching her pussy lips. She was now very relaxed and smiling as if she were on drugs. As he worked she continued to open her legs more and more. I felt as though I had gone to some tantric heaven, watching my wife respond to the pleasuring of my friend. This was the opposite of jealousy. It was an ecstasy created by shared love.

As she began aggressively moving against his hand, he leaned down and caressed her clit with his tongue and she exploded. This was only the second time that I had seen her have two orgasms in the same night. But rather than stopping as she usually did after an orgasm she stretched back and continued to offer her quim to him.

As she began to get wound back up I was shocked that she raised up and took him into her arms and kissed him deeply. I was now just a spectator as my wife left me to wantonly engage my friend. I knew that I was feeling jealousy but it was subdued by a complete sense of being erotically consumed.

My wife and my friend rose up on their knees on the couch, entangled and kissing passionately. I thought that I would come as I saw his hand slide around her bottom and she moving to give his fingers access to my marital sanctuary.

She pushed him back and began pulling at his shirt. Too excited to master the buttons, he had to do it himself as she fondled him through his pants and gazed at him as if she were dying of thirst and he were water. I’m quite sure that she had never been this excited with me, so why was I so excited to be witnessing this?

Before he had his shirt off she was tugging at his belt buckle. Again she was too confused and excited to make much progress, but he was right behind her quickly removing his pants and his underwear revealing a very erect cock. His cock was nicely veined and a good deal larger than mine.

My wife stared in appreciation of his manly stature. She wrapped both of her hands around it and stroked it as if it were a prized possession and gazed into his eyes with love and lust. At this point I figured that she must have had feelings for him even before this. The pang of jealousy that I felt in this realization was not so much that she had these feeling but that she had not shared them with me.

She reached up and wrapped an arm around his neck pulling him to her and kissing him, while she used her other hand to push his manhood against he pussy. It was at this point that I realized that he did not have a condom on. I had never dreamed that it would go this far. I knew that I should say something but I was too turned on by the situation and the idea of what was about to happen to say anything. I knew that he had been faithful to his wife and I suspected that she had been faithful to him. This was all that I needed to justify what I wanted t see happen.

But she pushed him back and said, “do you have a condom?” I could not imagine my wife being so forward and blatant about another man fucking her. Before he could answer she had leaned over and started to suck on the head of his cock. In all of our time together she had only sucked my cock three times and never was it with out encouragement or with nearly so much desire on her part.

I thought that I might pass out from the mix of emotions that I was feeling. As she had bent over to suck his cock her ass had been thrust my way. I could not resist, I bent down kissing her bottom and working my way to her lush pussy. While she moved against me in obvious pleasure, I was not the object of her desire. No sooner had my tongue reached its target than she straightened up and placed herself on his glistening cock. I watch from behind as my wife wrapped her little hand around this strong cock and guided it to what, until now, had been my private domain. I was paralyzed with jealousy, love and erotic exhilaration as I watched him part her and then spread her as she had never been spread before. She just kept repeating “Oh My God” over and over in a primal mantra of passion. Soon she had engulfed all of him and her dainty vaginal lips were stretched around this piston that started very slowly and continued to pick up steam. Soon they were meeting each others thrusts with a violent collision. She had stopped evoking the divine and was just grunting and screaming in chorus with him. They were in a place that she and I had never been and I was breathless watching. My clothes were still on and I was afraid that the act of removing them might cause me to miss even a glimpse of this incredible sight or cause me to cum.

I was impressed that he had not cum yet. And then I was totally shocked again as she had an orgasm. She had never had an orgasm with me from just thrusting. Her orgasm triggered his. It was like two galaxies colliding as they erupted together. I could now smell their combined sex. I could see cum coating his cock and splashing up on her lips. They were wrapped in each others arms and they collapsed onto the couch. As she came down she stroked his face and kissed him gently. With her eyes shut and head thrown back in submission of such an intense after glow he kissed her gently. Still breathing hard she whispered, “I love you, Matt.”
My heart sank and my erection began to subside as I settled back into the couch in complete disbelief, humiliation and heart break. Why had I allowed this to happen? But wasn’t it best to know the truth. I was sick with these thoughts as I felt her hand on my own face. I looked up to see her consumed in a smile. “I love you now more than I ever knew that I could love anybody,” she said. I had started this adventure messing with her head - challenging her emotions, and now she had me completely confused.

“Would you please make love to me,” she said.

“I don’t know if I can do that I said.”

“Please, I want you inside me so much”

I hesitated both because of my confused emotional state and because of the though of sloppy seconds. As she pleaded, she kissed me and I had a sense that I tasted him on her, which aroused me even more. If I could be aroused by that then perhaps I could deal with sloppy seconds. The answer came not from my rational mind but from my aching penis, I was hard as steel.

As she slid on top of me I could feel his seed sliding down my shaft. He had opened her in such a way that she was not tight like she normally was. Her pussy was loose and wet and warm and its contents were falling and dripping down my balls. She felt silky. She wrapped herself around me and said “I’m not sure what just happened but it made me love you like I have never loved you before. You are the most incredible man, I don’t ever want to stop making love to you.” As their combined juices ran down my ass I exploded into the love of my life. In that moment of holy rapture I understood that love and eroticism can have a multiplier effect that takes transcendence to a new level.Matt stayed another two days and we made love about five times in that period. My wife and I made love every day for many months after that reliving the experience and talking about what it meant to both of us. She had never realized that she had feelings for him before that night. She said that the feelings she had had for him were tied up in how much I appreciated him as a friend. He visited a few times over the next couple of years and each time we had grown a little further from him and the love making was less intense each time. He eventually remarried and we have only seen him once in the last ten years. But my wife and I revisit that time of extreme passion frequently.