Last friday

Last Friday night I was with my good friend. Larry, go home and have a few beers and watch a movie. His wife Lynn was out with some of her friends from work. Around eleven we had just finished the film and switched to a poker program at ESPN.

Lynn walked a few minutes later and it was clear she wasn’t feeling any pain. It’s obvious her night out drinking with the girls took her toll. Larry, Lynn and I are old and dear friends, so we talked for a while about what happened in our lives.

Finally, Lynn asked what Larry and I had done. “Gamble!” I answered for no reason.

“Who won?” she asked. As she spoke she waved gently back and forth and it was clear that her eyes were not exactly clear.

“Yes!” I answered. “I won your clothes on a bet from Larry.”

Now I often tease Lynn and I didn’t mean much with my comment. I was just having fun with her. Lynn seemed perfectly relaxed with the concept.

“Is that right?” She asked to look at Larry. “Did you lose my clothes to your friend?”

Larry smiled foolishly and shrugged his shoulders. Lynn was convinced he gambled and lost her clothes to me.

“It’s a debt of honor.” She said and started undoing her blouse. Larry and I stared in light disbelief and thought she’d stop at any moment and give us both hell for teasing her.

To our surprise she continued until her blouse was completely unknotted, removed and dropped off on the coffee table. When she wanted to put the blouse on the table, she grabbed some remotes. With one she turned off the TV while with the other she turned on the radio. A soft jazz melody replace the sound of poker comment.

Lynn gently waved to the music and began to loosen her skirt. A button, a hook, a short zipper and the skirt were on the floor. She bowed and gently added it to the pile that her blouse had begun. Lynn stood there in her tights, white cotton panties and modest white bra. There was the dark hint of shrub softly visible by the fabric.

The truth is, I’ve seen Lynn in much more revealing bathing suits than what she’s wearing right now. The reality beyond the truth is that Lynn in her underwear was more exciting than Lynn in her bathing suit. I don’t know why, but it was.

Lynn kept waving when she pushed her pantyhose on her knees. Then she sat on a big hasock and ended up removing her pantyhose. “I don’t understand why you lost my clothes.” She mumbled more to herself than Larry.

The pace of the music accelerated and Lynn’s movements persisted. As her feet moved to the fast pace, her arms slowly curled behind her back. They held on for a minute and moved forward slowly. As they moved her hands down and her bra began a slow glide of her arms and on the pile of clothes on the table.

Wow! A topless Lynn was still moving in time to an unknown jazz riff. This was supposed to be the end. Lynn had to feel like she bluffed our bluff. Larry had to feel that his wife’s comic was out of line. I had to shift so that the coming bump in my pants could be picked up easier and less visible. Lynn cut her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and dropped it about an inch, then she froze.

I thought the game was over. No, slow and inconspicuous Lynn put himself on the hasock pockets and leaned back. Her legs were now in the air when she rolled back on her back. She lifted her hips off the hare and slowly pushed the waistband over her hips and on her thighs. She slowly bent her legs as she pulled her knees to her chest as she shoved the panties off her leg. When they passed the thug of her knee, her open pussy was completely exposed to myself and Larry.

Staring into the open cunt of your best friend’s wife is a difficult experience. Lynn’s naked shape was beautiful from her half-inch nipples with their soft dark halos to the soft brown curls that adorned her pubic hair hill. Maybe the most striking of all were her smooth shaved pussy lips. My tongue wanted to bury itself in that smooth, damp cut that sparkled for me.

Lynn’s panties slipped along her toes and she fell halfway, threw them half on the dress pile. Now her legs extend, toes aim, form an open V. At the top was the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever seen. Her legs moved back to her head. As she swinged her ass back… She revealed a soft, dark perfect rosebud… who begged to be loved.

Then it was over. Lynn swinged forward until her feet hit the ground. She kept rolling forward and in a blink of an eye she stood on her feet. That beautiful open pussy was replaced by a view of her neatly cut shrub.

“That’s it. Larry, your debt is paid. Sam, I hope you enjoyed the show because it will never be repeated. Now Sam. I want you to take your winnings and I’ll show you the door. Larry, take yourself to the bedroom and undress. I’ll be right there. You’re gonna give me the best of my life. I swear if I don’t get three good orgasms before your first sperm… I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to the dog.”

Larry got up and went to the stairs to the bedroom. I screamed a quick night and wrestled my feet, too. It was impossible to hide the tent stick in my pants, so I didn’t even try. Lynn took my hand and walked me to the front door.

Lynn turned around and confronted me.

“Show me!” She ordered in a tone that was half command, half spiders. I hesitated. Without a word, Lynn came forward and started unplugging my pants. Belt, snap, zip and my pants and boxer shorts were half to my knees. My dick was there to the attention, a flagpole without a banner.

“Nice!” She said, “But I got to fuck your girlfriend. Let yourself out.” She turned around and walked away. I watched her ass go up the stairs. Then I closed my pants, opened the door and went to the car. At the car door I looked back at the house, but there was nothing to see. In ten minutes I was home and in twenty I was with more intensity than I can remember.

What a night.