Barbeque Time - Sex Stories

Barbeque Time

... like a train. “Yes, I think she likes him,” I replied to Jill’s question. We watched as they smiled and chatted. I imagined her being flirty, teasing maybe. No indication of any nerves. I presumed the wine was making her braver. I then remember her words, “It helps to lose inhibitions.” My cock was stirring again. Sharon moved forward in a friendly way and pushed him. He raised his hands as though to say, “What did I do?” She was laughing. He moved closer and kissed her cheek in a mock apology. “Maybe he likes her as well?” Jill purred. With a quick glance to the house, Sharon pulled him back, kissed him on the lips and pushed him away. “Your wife really, really likes him.” I laughed nervously, “She’s just flirting, and having a laugh.” I gulped my wine as my heart continued to race. Once again, Sharon looked back towards the house, with the fading light the house must have looked dark, she must have realised I was watching. This time, she draped and hand around his neck and pulled him close for a longer slower more lingering kiss this time. “So, at what point do we interrupt them?” Jill said softly before taking a drink. I turned to face her. Licking her lips, she never took her eyes off them. She had a calm, dreamy look in her eyes, her long dark hair flowed over her bare shoulders and I noticed the hard outline of her nipples against her top. I looked away from Jill and watched my wife; her conversation with Paul seemed more serious now. “We won’t have to interrupt ...

... them,” I eventually answer, “ Sharon is just having a laugh, and besides, are you not concerned that your boyfriend is hitting on your best friend?” “He’s not my boyfriend. To be honest he’s just a guy I like sleeping with, and anyway who am I to deny my best friend some flirting?” she laughed, “He has a lot to offer,” she added almost whispering. Yes , I thought, He does have a lot to offer . My mind reeled as I remembered how Sharon and I had fantasised. How she had played the role, eager to be filled with Paul’s cock. I turned and Jill smiled, her eyebrows rose. “She’s asking your permission, you know, she looks at the house and when you don’t appear she knows it’s okay and you approve.” My eyes widened and Jill smiled warmly. “I have known your wife for a very, very long time and this is not like her at all. Something has got her stirred up.” I looked away and watched the garden scene. Jill had no idea what had got Sharon stirred up. Sharon’s fingers trailed down Paul’s shirt, Paul smiled. Again, she had slowly turned, and looked at the house. Jill’s lips were against my ear and the feeling made me shiver. “I get the distinct impression you are enjoying this.” I didn’t take my eyes off my wife, my voice shaking, “Yes, maybe.” “Are you sure you like it?” her low voice hummed again and her breath kissed my neck softly. “I don’t really know?” My voice was wavering. In a stupor, I watched as Sharon stared at the French doors. Did she know where I would be? Did she know I was ...