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A Woman's Wishes
Date: 2/20/2016, Categories: Group Sex Taboo Voyeur, Author: magas911
... pussy." "I know... I... I want that." She became shy. "You know how horny I get when I ovulate..." "The sheer pair, I think." I stepped closer and caressed her. She closed her eyes and opened her legs for me. She rocked her hips and moaned softly, but collected herself and playfully pushed me away. Then, she squeezed a dab of K-Y onto her finger and pressed it into her pussy, stroking her clit briefly. She softly bit her lip and seductively pulled her panties up. Her swollen lips bulged erotically and her swollen clit seemed on display through the sheer material. She cupped her pussy and posed for a moment, until the sound of the door distracted her. She slipped a short robe on and flipped her hair, leaving the robe open as she walked to the door. I followed, curious but excited. "Hi Dave, come in, come in." She stepped back, holding the door. I stood back, watching. "Wow!" He scanned her up and down. "You like?" She beamed and opened her robe, posing. "Ohhh... Yes. Oh yes." He gazed at her breasts and finally focused on her pussy. "Ohhh yes." He grinned and politely stepped forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Hi Dave." I stepped forward and shook his hand. How do you greet someone as they absorb your nearly naked wife. Dozens of emotions ran through me, strangely, none of them jealous. The situation just wasn't threatening, it was thrilling, erotic and my little head was in charge. I liked ...
... the way he lusted for my wife; after all, I had planted his baby in her womb... We followed her into the kitchen. I opened a bottle of wine as we chatted. My wife leaned against the counter as Dave openly gazed at her. Her nipples were hard and poked against her sheer cami and she leaned back with her long legs crossed, forcing her swollen pussy lips to protrude even more. "C'mon, let's go sit and relax." She turned toward the living room and her robe fanned open. David carried the bottle of wine and I took a moment to turn the ribs in the marinade. I glanced into the strategically placed mirror to watch them. David sat on the couch, his back to the dining room and my wife sat opposite him on a nearby chaise' lounge. He gazed at her pussy. Her panties were transparent and didn't quite cover her gorgeous swollen lips and she leaned back on her arms, demure. "Come here," he smiled and beckoned. She stood and strolled toward him, stopping as her knees straddled his outstretched leg. She stood, gently swaying beneath his gaze. He opened her robe, his hand grazing her nipple, but his focus settled on her panties and pussy, and he gently reached up, touching the frill on either side of her swollen lips. She chewed her bottom lip and lifted her cami slightly, giving permission, and he softly stroked her pussy with the back of his fingers. "Isn't that nice." He caressed her and slid his hand between her thighs, stroking her clit with his thumb. She closed her ...