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For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some background and a deion. I found my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brown hair that flows down below her shoulders. Her breasts are large, full, and natural with just a hint of sag. Each breast is tipped by large round light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding hard nipples. Her tight stomach is flat and her ass is hard and round. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small area of hair above her clit. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always keep myself in good shape. My best attribute was my cock. I am over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like head. What my wife, and other women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inches, even when `flaccid’, and hard enough to penetrate all but the tightest holes.

This story is true, with some alterations like names and dates. I also took some liberty to combine some experiences so the story would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this story has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy:

06a – Adding to the Group (Short Story): (M/F, M+/F, Wife)

I was still building the group. The group of men that I was going to share Carole with in exchange for favors like their wives or some kind of business transaction. There was one Guy that I was going to bring into the group. He could help with legal matters and, as a bonus, Carole had always thought he was kind of cute.

Guy, we will call him, was a medium-sized thin man with glasses. Carole thought he was charming with a certain boyish appeal.

I called him and made dinner arrangements for a Friday night. I told her who we were going to go meet and she was excited. I gave her instructions about what to wear. She looked amazing in her tight jeans and a loose button-up shirt. I allowed her panties, but no bra. She looked fantastic as she moved. Her tits swayed seductively, unbound inside her shirt, as she walked.

We drove over to Guy’s house and met him there. I drove them both to dinner in our van.

Dinner started with a normal conversation. I knew that Guy had noticed she was braless. His eyes wondered to her chest a lot. “You look beautiful,” he told her, looking quickly over at me to gage my reaction. I just nodded in agreement at him.

“Thank you,” Carole responded with a smile.

It was then that I noticed that she had started to pay less attention to her meal. She sat there, with her fork in her hand, not moving. Nonchalantly, I leaned back slightly and looked down into her lap. Guy had slipped off his shoe and had brought his foot up between her legs and had it up against her pussy. Guy was rolling his toes, massaging her pussy with his foot.

I leaned back forward and made no indication that I had seen anything. “Don’t like the food?” I asked Carole, breaking her out of her trance.

“No, no, it’s fine,” she said breathily. She reached down and took hold of her wine glass. She took a big swig.

A couple minutes later, she had stopped eating again.

“You should just get it over with,” I said, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek. I reached down and took hold of the zipper pull tab of her jeans and quickly unzipped them. Guy, who was a little shocked, started to move his foot. I took hold of Carole’s left hand and guided it down to her crotch. “Make yourself cum,” I told her. “It’s okay,” I told Guy. “You can help.”

Carole slipped her hand inside her panties and started rubbing her clit. Guy and I watched Carole’s face as she drove herself to an long grinding orgasm. She stifled her gasps and moans as she twitched and came on her fingers.

“That was amazing,” Guy told her. “You are so beautiful.”

Regaining her composure, Carole smiled at him and said,” Thank you.”

She took her hand out of her panties and put in on his foot, which was still between her legs. She pulled it up against her wet panty-covered pussy. He started rubbing it again.

As he rubbed her, we got a coffee and tried to talk more.