Saturday , January 29 2022

Husband watches his wife ride a gigantic cock

About five years ago a good friend of my wife’s passed away. Anne had always been close with the woman, and the woman’s husband and children as well. This past June the youngest of this woman’s children graduated from high school and was bound for college in the Fall leaving Carl, the widower, alone in the house.

Anne and I were planning to be at our cabin in the Northwoods of Minnesota in September so she thought it might be a nice idea to invite Carl to join us for a few days. I agreed that it would be a nice gesture, so Anne gave him a call to make the invitation. Carl agreed to meet us at our cabin in mid-September.

We always enjoy being at the lake, but our favorite time there is September. The leaves are just starting to change colors, the bugs have all died off and the weather is still warm. The day Carl arrived at out cabin the temperature was an unseasonably warm 80 degrees. Anne showed Carl his room, he unpacked his things, and then we had some lunch.

Like myself, Carl loves to fish, so we decided to go fishing that afternoon. Anne said that was fine with her because she planned to go on a 10-mile run, followed by her Pilate’s and yoga. Anne’s work out regimen, which she does at least four days a week, keeps her feeling great, and looking even better.

Anne is 52 years old, but could easily pass for years younger. She is 5 foot 2 inches tall, weighs 115, has round, all-natural 34C breasts, which even at her age stand out firmly from her petite body without the aid of a bra. Anne has a flat stomach, with just a hint of a six-pack from all of the sit-ups she does, shapely legs, and a tight little bubble butt that easily fits into my hands when she’s on top of me during sex. Her auburn colored hair is shoulder length and frames her very pretty face. Anne has green eyes, a little nose speckled with freckles, and a luscious mouth with slightly pouting lips.

For years Anne kept her pubic area shaved completely clean, but about a year ago she grew a small patch of hair no bigger than a postage stamp just above her clit. She says it makes her feel more like a woman than having no hair at all. No matter to me, her full pussy lips, that look like two pink tulip petals, are still clearly visible. For a few years now Anne has eschewed any type of underwear. She no longer wears a bra or panties, which makes whatever she’s wearing all that more enjoyable, especially in warm weather.

So Anne went running, while Carl and I took the boat out fishing. While we were in the boat, Carl and I got to know each other a bit better. I had met him a few times before, but it was our wives who were friends, we were mere acquaintances. After much small talk, Carl told me about what was going on in his life. He said that his kids were now out of the house, and with his wife gone, he was more lonely than he could ever have thought possible. He went on to say that he misses his wife’s companionship and that it had been more than five years since he’d had sex. I felt really bad for the guy as he spilled his guts to me.

After Anne and I had finished having sex later that night, we laid in bed talking. I recounted for her the story Carl told me about being lonely and not having sex in so long. Anne was sympathetic and made an off-hand remark about how hard that must be for him and that she wished there was something she could do about it. Now I don’t know if Anne was suggesting that she have sex with Carl, but that’s what crossed my mind so I was the one to actually bring it up.

“Maybe, if the time and mood is right, you could, you know, give Carl a hand job, or maybe even a blow job,” I said tentatively. “It’s been years since the poor guy’s had any sex. That’s gotta be tough on him.”

“Are you kidding?” Anne said with some shock to her voice. “He’s the husband of my good friend, I couldn’t do that to her. Plus, would you want me doing that to another guy?”

“First off, and I say this with all due respect, Carl is a widower, his wife is dead. I don’t think she would mind at this point. As for me, I don’t know. I don’t want you to have an affair with some guy, but in this case, a little hand job, or a blow job, if I was right there with you, I would probably be OK with it, if you would.”

“I don’t know, we’ll see,” Anne replied.

We then kissed and she went to sleep. I laid awake for quite some time. What had I suggested? Did I really just ask my wife to give another man a hand job or blow job, a guy I hardly knew, and did she really said she’d consider it? Is that what “we’ll see” meant?

The next two days passed without incident. Carl and I went fishing, the three of us had nice meals together, we had a camp fire, and basically enjoyed the woods and lake. And not once did either Anne or I bring up what we had discussed a couple of nights earlier.

On Friday morning we awoke to another gorgeous Indian Summer day. The sky was blue, there was little wind and the temperature was in the mid-70s. Since Carl was set to leave on Saturday morning — I was going to be driving him to the airport around 9:30 a.m. — Anne and I decided we’d do whatever Carl wanted to do that day. He said he would love to go fishing again, then maybe take a hike in the woods and finish it off with a fish fry with the fresh fish we had caught during the past few days. That’s exactly what we did.

As I was preparing dinner that evening I asked Anne and Carl if they’d like a margarita. Both of them said yes, so I got out the blender and made a big pitcher of fresh margaritas. Anne loves tequila, and better yet, it makes her very horny. I decided to add an additional shot of tequila to Anne’s drink. We had a couple of drinks before dinner, one during dinner and I mixed up another batch just after we finished dinner.

We cleaned up the dishes, and then moved our little party to the living room. Anne sat next to me on the couch while Carl sat across from us in a big over-stuffed chair. We all had been drinking for a while now, and the tequila was starting to kick in. That meant Anne was getting very flirty, and Carl and I couldn’t keep our eyes off of her.

Anne was wearing a pale blue, tight-fitting tank top. Her nipples were hard and stuck out from the flimsy material of her T-shirt. It was painfully obvious she was not wearing a bra. She had on a pair of thin white cotton shorts that were very tight and very short, and she wasn’t wearing any panties. The cheeks of her tight little ass were clearly visible as was the outline of her pussy lips. Anne’s legs were tan and smooth, and she was barefoot. She looked incredibly hot and she was sending off tremendous sexual energy as a result of the tequila.

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