Entertaining My Wife's Friends - Sex Stories

Entertaining My Wife's Friends

I always knew that my wife had a naughty mind, but until recently I hadn't realised just how naughty! I also learned a few other things as well, but why spoil a good story by giving away too much too soon, so you will have to contain your curiosity for just a while. It came like a bolt from the blue, knocking me sideways for a moment or two, when one evening she said, "My friends Pam and Angie are coming round tomorrow afternoon, and I want you to entertain them." "No problem," I replied, always happy to help out when I can. "The thing is," she said, with a giggle, "You are going to be in the nude, with just a little pinnie to hide the bare essentials, at least to start with." "And," she continued, "You will have to do everything they tell you to do, everything, although I think you will enjoy it." At this stage, I ought to tell you a little about us. My wife Marjorie, Marge for short, and I were both in our fifties. Ours was a typical story, our children were grown up and had left home, and we were reasonably comfortable, with few apparent worries. We had a satisfying, but quite ordinary sex life, we watched a little porn, and entertained the usual fantasies about bringing someone else into our bed, of either sex, or perhaps swinging with a few friends, but I was about to find out that in Marge's case these were rather more than fantasies. I have to admit that I had told Marge, once, that I was turned on by thought of being caught in the nude by some of her friends. She had ...

... even found me one evening, wanking over a video on the Internet involving fully clothed females playing sexually with naked men, and watching them masturbate, but I had never thought that it would ever happen to me - until that moment. So there I was the next day, opening the door to two attractive middle-aged ladies, wearing just a little apron, and a smile. "Mmm, nice," said Angie, looking rather pointedly at my groin. "Yes, isn't it," Pam replied, as they followed me into the living room. "May I take your coats, ladies," I said politely, not forgetting my manners, although I could feel myself blushing, and my pulse rate was definitely up a few notches. "Oh doesn't he look sweet," said Pam. "Yes he does, doesn't he," replied Angie, "and wearing such a pretty pinnie, it will almost be a shame to take it off, but I think there might be something rather prettier underneath." "Here you are," Pam went on, handing me her coat, "make sure you hang them up properly, we wouldn't want them to get creased, would we?" "I don't think that he will be quite as careful with the rest," laughed Angie, "He will be far too excited - and so will we!" Taking their coats, I escaped to the kitchen where Marge was arranging cream cakes on a plate. "I can see that you are starting to rise to the occasion," she giggled, looking at the rather obvious tent my cock was beginning to make in my apron, "when you have poured out the tea, you can bring it in on that tray, and put it on the coffee table, and ...