Watching my Wife get Fucked at a Party... Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Watching my Wife get Fucked at a Party... Ch. 01

We were at a 80's party—In fact, it was a party for the Yacht Club. Angel, my wife, was only wearing a tiny flowery mini skirt and a tube top that showed off her stomach.

She was so sexy, and I will never forget that. She enjoys her toes brilliantly painted and adores attractive feet. Her hair was up toward the start of the night with blossoms in her hair. I concede that she had an, "I'm fuckable" shift focus over to her. Or on the other hand a mentality look that said "I'm provocative and I know it." Her skirt was short an adequate number of that her underwear should have been visible when she twisted around great.

That club hosted a background marked by wild gatherings, yet we weren't ordinarily among the wild members. I had heard of sexual activities, but I had no intention of participating. There were two known swinging couples. Individuals didn't cross the line about them and their way of life, yet both of the spouses affirmed it by attempting to welcome us to the way of life. In reality, those two don't have anything to do with what occurred with my significant other.

We don't do heavy drinking on a regular basis, but I suppose there are always exceptions. Rum beverages were streaming, and Holy messenger was drinking Margaritas. She isn't accustomed to drinking a lot of tequila. We were all having an extraordinary measure of tomfoolery. Individuals' decisions and restraints were soon quite free.

Within a short time, two of our married friends were having an ...

... affair with Angel. Angel enjoys dancing, while I don't often dance. I generally dance to a couple of top picks which are for the most part sluggish ones and that's the long and short of it for me. I never disapproved of her hitting the dance floor with others who we know, since she prefers it to such an extent. Holy messenger is an effervescent heap of high energy. She continued to be asked to dance by Kevin and Gordon. They started dancing simultaneously with her as the party got more chaotic.

They were soon plainly wasting time with her while moving. Additionally, we were justifying her bending over. We were all playing with her and she appeared to be turned on by the consideration. They only flirted and teased each other for a while, but soon they were touching her while dancing. They kept trying to touch her and hold her close. She initially resisted somewhat, but she eventually gave in more and kind of cooperated.

Later at night when the final stragglers had little feeling of judgment, things kept on advancing. Her short wrap skirt made things simple for the folks. Angel had danced with a number of people, but these two stayed with her a lot. At long last they two were hitting the dance floor with her simultaneously.

Then, at that point, I saw her undies were pulled down beneath the lower part of her little skirt. They alternated moving near her. Among them, they

prevailed at protecting the view, and I was unable to see precisely exact thing was going on. I ...