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May 31

His Defined Abs

Celebrating the last day of National Masturbation Month.

The party was going strong. Significant amounts of perfume combined with the alcohol assisted the beat of the music in pounding my head. Pounding, just like I imagined him doing to her luscious body. It was happening, and I had agreed to it.

I surveyed the buzzing room after Joy and Richard had left to talk. I wasn’t sure how this would transpire or how I would feel afterward? What did I know about watching my wife get banged by another man, much less my best friend? Nothing. I had left the details up to Joy. I had known he wanted to fuck my wife. Joy wanted him, too.

I was standing beside the island in the kitchen when I saw them re-enter the room. They glowed as they meandered through the crowd and stood across from me at the counter.

“We are all set, John. Richard and I have an agreement.”

“That was fast.”

“We’re clear on what we want.”

“So, when?”

“Now.”

“For real?”

“Uh huh, just follow along.”

Joy leaned over on the counter and stretched her hand out to me. I set my drink down, and I clasped her fingers. Richard’s arm movement caught my eye. When he snuggled against Joy’s back, I knew what he was doing. Her expressions gave it away.

“Tell me,” I said, as I toyed with her fingers.

“His hand is where you like it.”

“Where?”

“Moving up the inside of my thigh, closer to my wet panties.”

“You are already wet?”

“Yes. Does it make you hard knowing what Richard is doing?”

Hard? As Richard touched my favorite part of Joy’s leg, my erection had never been stiffer. What she didn’t know yet was that I was steel because I also visualized him touching me.

“Yes.”

She licked her lips and squeezed my hand.

“Guess where his fingers are now?”

I didn’t have to guess. Joy’s flared nostrils meant Richard had either found her clit and her wet lips or fingered her tight channel. Sucking in the air with those rounded lips was Joy’s signature response when my fingers played with her.

Is it possible for a person to explode from need? I swallowed hard still tasting that last sip of gin.

“We have a room ready.”

Richard straightened up. I watched him taste his fingers, and I clenched my jaw. I savored that flavor well. He nodded at me as he rubbed his bottom lip with his forefinger. Then he used his tongue. That tongue, those lips. And then they smiled at each other. I couldn’t get out of this room fast enough.

Following them up the stairs was agony.  The motion of their two asses teased me. Joy squeezed Richard’s cheek, and he groaned.

I might not make it.

I wanted my fingers kneading his ass. I should just tell them I agreed to this so I could be with him.

After entering the bedroom, Joy pulled Richard’s shirttail from his pants, and I glimpsed the hard lines of his stomach. His abdominal definition made me hot, always. This view was better than watching him at the gym.

“John, unbutton Richard’s shirt while I work his pants off.”

I looked at Richard whose Cheshire cat grin told his happy story. Yes, he was about to discover all the sexy goodness of my wife.

He glanced down and saw my erection.

“So far so good?” Richard asked.

“Yeah, what about you?”

“I’m getting more than I hoped for, mate. That’s for sure.”

Joy had taken care of his shoes and pants while I had removed his shirt. Richard stood there in his tented boxers. Joy moved around Richard and caressed the muscles of his arms. She tilted her head around him and gazed at me and blew me a kiss. What the fuck.

“John, go ahead and pull down Richard’s boxers. Take it slow. All the way.” I threw her a questioning look. “Do it for me, baby, please.”

She taunted me, and if humiliation was the goal, we had arrived.

As I squatted and pushed down Richard’s boxers, one gorgeous cock greeted me. The one I craved and one Joy would appreciate.

Joy wrapped her lavender scented arms around me. Her warm embrace settled me, and she kissed my cheek.

“Baby, today, he’s all yours.”

Writing for Masturbation Monday. Go see what other hot little stories are available. You know you want to.

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