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14/11/2015
Our new neighbor took a real liking to my wife as soon as he moved in. We usually greet new neighbors with tea, sodas and a tray of sandwiches or cookies, that's how they first met. I was at work and he was getting his new house set up before bringing his family there.
I knew something was up because she was in a laughing, good natured mood when I got home, but she didn't offer any details of their first meeting. She introduced us the next day and we invited him to dinner since he was alone. We had a good supper and he was a likeable chap, good conversationalist and all. He was there again the next day when I came home from work so we again ate supper together. And it seemed that each day he would come over, though not for supper every night.
I noticed my wife was wearing more of her old clothes, those she wore when we first started dating. They still fit, although she was ten pounds heavier after five years of marriage. But at 5 foot 4 inches, she still looked great with a curvy ass and a bust line that would make any man look twice. When I say her older clothes, I mean the ones with a deep cut blouse and miniskirts. She also started wearing lipstick again, something she only did when we went out.
One night we had Fred -- that's his name -- over for dinner and we polished off two bottles of very good wine with the meal and afterwards. As we sat talking and listening to some soothing mood music my wife got the urge to dance. I begged off because I'd had a long day at work and, frankly, the wine was getting to me quite a bit. Barb said something she'd bet Fred wouldn't refuse her. Fred smiled and said if it was okay with me....
I nodded and slouched down in my recliner as the two of them cleared away the coffee table to make room and watched as she slid into his arms. After a bit of slow dancing they sort of just stood there swaying back and forth and it looked like my wife was starting to feel the effects of the wine. I was nodding off to sleep but would wake up every few minutes and they stayed up swaying back and forth together without any real attempt at doing any dance steps.
I also noticed that Fred was running his hands up and down my wife's body and Barb was hanging on to him with her arms locked around his neck and her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. She had a dreamy look on her face and Fred kept sneaking glances my way as he supported her and ran his hands up under her breasts and clasped her butt, pressing her tight against him.
It's funny how the wine muddles your thoughts. I knew he was probably getting a good feel or two of her tits but I didn't seem to care. I watched them through a drunken stupor and Fred, who didn't seem to be intoxicated at all, simply started squeezing her tits in front of me and planting kisses on her bright red lips -- kisses which my wife readily returned.
I noticed, too, that Fred wasn't satisfied with just feeling my wife's tits; he ran a hand up under her miniskirt and when it looked like he was working his fingers under her panties I herd my wife let out a soft sigh and slumped heavily against him.
I fell asleep about that time and when I woke up again they were no longer standing in front of me. I heard Barb moaning and herd Fred grunting and lifted my head to see them on the floor in front of the fireplace moving gently together in a face to face position. They were silhouetted by the light of the fire so I had a hard time actually seeing them at first until my eyes adjusted to the light. When I could see them clearly it was obvious that both of them were buck naked and that Fred was vigorously fucking my wife with what appeared to be a very large dick.
As they fucked another ten minutes or so with me watching them, Barb let out a loud groan as Fred picked up speed. He was fucking my wife for all he was worth and I could hear the slap-slap sound as he slammed his body against hers. Finally, after some rapid thrusts, Fred's body stiffened and he drove his dick deep inside of Barb and I knew he was cumming inside my wife. Barb knew it too and yelled loudly, "I'm cumming. Oh, Fred, shoot your cum deep inside of me. I want to feel your cum."
"I'm cumming," he groaned and rammed her again and again and once more drove himself deep into her pussy and held himself there rigid as he spurted his juice inside my wife one last time.
I fell asleep again and when I woke up Barb was lifting one arm and Fred was lifting my other one. "Come on, man," I heard him say. "Let's get you ready for bed."
They helped me up the stairs and Barb walked Fred back down the stairs and said goodbye to him at the door. I was instantly asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow but I heard them whispering goodnight and what sounded like some heavy kissing.
When I woke up the next morning, Barb was singing a happy sounding song and had made me a strong pot of coffee. I lie awake there in bed sipping the coffee and wondering what a crazy dream I'd had. It was a dream, right? Surely it must have been just a dream.
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I knew something was up because she was in a laughing, good natured mood when I got home, but she didn't offer any details of their first meeting. She introduced us the next day and we invited him to dinner since he was alone. We had a good supper and he was a likeable chap, good conversationalist and all. He was there again the next day when I came home from work so we again ate supper together. And it seemed that each day he would come over, though not for supper every night.
I noticed my wife was wearing more of her old clothes, those she wore when we first started dating. They still fit, although she was ten pounds heavier after five years of marriage. But at 5 foot 4 inches, she still looked great with a curvy ass and a bust line that would make any man look twice. When I say her older clothes, I mean the ones with a deep cut blouse and miniskirts. She also started wearing lipstick again, something she only did when we went out.
One night we had Fred -- that's his name -- over for dinner and we polished off two bottles of very good wine with the meal and afterwards. As we sat talking and listening to some soothing mood music my wife got the urge to dance. I begged off because I'd had a long day at work and, frankly, the wine was getting to me quite a bit. Barb said something she'd bet Fred wouldn't refuse her. Fred smiled and said if it was okay with me....
I nodded and slouched down in my recliner as the two of them cleared away the coffee table to make room and watched as she slid into his arms. After a bit of slow dancing they sort of just stood there swaying back and forth and it looked like my wife was starting to feel the effects of the wine. I was nodding off to sleep but would wake up every few minutes and they stayed up swaying back and forth together without any real attempt at doing any dance steps.
I also noticed that Fred was running his hands up and down my wife's body and Barb was hanging on to him with her arms locked around his neck and her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. She had a dreamy look on her face and Fred kept sneaking glances my way as he supported her and ran his hands up under her breasts and clasped her butt, pressing her tight against him.
It's funny how the wine muddles your thoughts. I knew he was probably getting a good feel or two of her tits but I didn't seem to care. I watched them through a drunken stupor and Fred, who didn't seem to be intoxicated at all, simply started squeezing her tits in front of me and planting kisses on her bright red lips -- kisses which my wife readily returned.
I noticed, too, that Fred wasn't satisfied with just feeling my wife's tits; he ran a hand up under her miniskirt and when it looked like he was working his fingers under her panties I herd my wife let out a soft sigh and slumped heavily against him.
I fell asleep about that time and when I woke up again they were no longer standing in front of me. I heard Barb moaning and herd Fred grunting and lifted my head to see them on the floor in front of the fireplace moving gently together in a face to face position. They were silhouetted by the light of the fire so I had a hard time actually seeing them at first until my eyes adjusted to the light. When I could see them clearly it was obvious that both of them were buck naked and that Fred was vigorously fucking my wife with what appeared to be a very large dick.
As they fucked another ten minutes or so with me watching them, Barb let out a loud groan as Fred picked up speed. He was fucking my wife for all he was worth and I could hear the slap-slap sound as he slammed his body against hers. Finally, after some rapid thrusts, Fred's body stiffened and he drove his dick deep inside of Barb and I knew he was cumming inside my wife. Barb knew it too and yelled loudly, "I'm cumming. Oh, Fred, shoot your cum deep inside of me. I want to feel your cum."
"I'm cumming," he groaned and rammed her again and again and once more drove himself deep into her pussy and held himself there rigid as he spurted his juice inside my wife one last time.
I fell asleep again and when I woke up Barb was lifting one arm and Fred was lifting my other one. "Come on, man," I heard him say. "Let's get you ready for bed."
They helped me up the stairs and Barb walked Fred back down the stairs and said goodbye to him at the door. I was instantly asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow but I heard them whispering goodnight and what sounded like some heavy kissing.
When I woke up the next morning, Barb was singing a happy sounding song and had made me a strong pot of coffee. I lie awake there in bed sipping the coffee and wondering what a crazy dream I'd had. It was a dream, right? Surely it must have been just a dream.
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