Wife's College Crush - Sex Stories

Wife's College Crush

... seems capable of doing two things at once, as long as one of them is me," she replied with a laugh.

"I'll call in an hour. You should be at the beach," I said.

"You may not have cell service at the beach," she said. "Why don't you call tonight? I'll tell you about the beach then." I said that was fine and I clicked off, picturing them in the front seat of our car, his hand between my wife's legs, and at least one of his fingers inside of her. I then imagined them at the beach, in the dunes, him on his belly with his face pressed against her pussy. I sat for a second, enjoying the image in my head. I smiled.

I punched in our home number at 9:59 (I could not wait another minute), and she clicked on after one ring. "Hello, my love," she said.

"So how was the beach?" I said into the phone.

"Deserted," she said. "We were the only ones there until about 2. We went to the dunes and did some bird watching."

"Yeah, right," I said. "Did Peter see a bare breasted beauty?" said.

"Nice one," she said. "Yes, he saw that one, lots of it. He had lunch back in the dunes. He had some cherry pie," she said.

"What are you doing right now?" I asked.

"Well, Peter is having his second helping of pie," she said, a husky sound to her voice. "He really likes my recipe, I guess." I laughed and said I bet he did.

I listened to the sex sounds of his dessert and after a few minutes I said goodnight and clicked off. I spent the next few minutes picturing my wife and college ...

... friend in our bed. I saw her with both hands on his head, holding him against her sex, her legs wide, her knees up and spread, and her head bowed, her eyes closed, and her lower lip under her top teeth.

She had told me that they were going dancing the next night so to call later. I waited until one and called at 1:05. "So how was the dance?" I said.

"I was a real tramp," she said. "I wore my long red dress with nothing underneath," she said with a naughty laugh. "Peter entertained the other dancers by pulling up my dress in back and exposing my bottom to people behind us. He played with my ass cheeks and fingered me as we danced. It was so exciting," she said. "You would have loved it," she added.

I went to sleep imagining Claire dancing with her dress pulled up and her bare bottom being fondled by Peter as they danced. Before I dozed off I imagined him fucking her in our car after the dance. I pictured them in the backseat with him sitting and her straddling him, with a knee on each side of his hips, her dress at her waist and her pussy lowered down on his erect cock.

I told her I would not call on their last night together. I would let them fuck without me interfering. She thanked me and said she would tell me about it when I got home. When I got there at nine on Friday morning the house was quiet and I went to the bedroom and found them asleep in each other's arms.

I tried to leave without waking them, but they woke up and she invited me into the bed with ...