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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:

06b – Another for the Group (Short Story): (M/F, M+/F, Wife)

I knew a guy that I wanted to add to 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. This guy was going to be a great addition to my business.

Rick was an average looking man. Recently divorced, he lived alone. During a phone conversation, I invited Carole and I over to his house for a visit. We got there, after an hour drive, around six on a Friday night. I had Carole dressed in some jeans and a tight red sweater. I let her wear her panties, but definitely no bra. The sweater was cut low both front and back and the cold weather had the desired effect on her nipples. She looked amazing.

Rick shook her hand when I introduced her, and his eyes wondered down to her chest as he did. I couldn’t blame him. Her tits looked incredible, especially with those nipples pushing out so far.

We had a wonderful dinner and drank wine as we talked. The longer we talked the more we drank. Eventually, the conversation slowed. I put my arm around my wife’s shoulders while we leaned back on the couch. My hand came down, naturally, right on top of her right tit. Rick’s eyes wondered over to where my hand was.

“I guess we better go. I am not sure I could drive home if I drink anymore,” I said.

“No problem,” Rick said. “I have an extra bedroom.”

I looked at Carole. “Okay with you?” I asked.

“Sure,” she smiled.

“Thanks,” I said to Rick.

Carole sat up and asked, “Do you have any cards?”

“What?” I responded.

“Let’s play some poker,” she suggested.

Rick quickly agreed. “Sure,” he said. Then he smiled, “Strip poker?” He winked at Carole.

“Sure,” she replied to his shock. He turned and quickly looked at me.

I nodded and smiled. “I’m in,” I said with a smile and a thumbs-up.

Rick got a deck of cards and we all moved up close to the coffee table. I refilled the glasses and Carole drained her glass. I refilled hers and said, “Sorry, she gets a little crazy when she drinks.” I laughed and then kissed her.

Rick looked a little nervous as he dealt the cards. Carole won the first round, so Rick and I took off our shoes. Carole won again, we lost our socks. The third round, it was Rick who won. I took off my shirt and Carole took off her shoes. Next round, I won. Rick took off his shirt and Carole lost her socks.

The rounds were going perfectly…

Rick won again. Carole and I both took off our pants. Carole giggled, drunkenly, as she dropped them to the floor. She posed sexily in front of us in her sweater and panties. The looked great.

I took her hand and pulled her down.