"I don't know," my wife said as soon as she had applied lipstick on her full lips. "It's a big step to take. Up till now it's only been you and me. What will happen when we get a third person into our lives?"
We were getting ready to receive our guests. There was to be nine. They were my staff with wives, except for Thomas, Tom, who wasn't more than eighteen and just out of school. We used to have them around a couple of times during the year partly to keep the feelings of the small business I had running smoothly but also because we both liked them all.
"Oh, darling. Of course you're a little scared. It's only natural. It is a big step. But I think the time is right. We are doing well. The house is big enough for at least two kids, and you stopped taking the pill last month."
"Yes. I know what we agreed to. But..."
"You know I don't feel the same making love to you with a rubber. It takes away the feeling of your pussy around my prick."
"It's not the same for me either. Oh. Darling, let's just wait another month or so. I just want to get used to the idea, the feeling of," she hesitated,
"of motherhood I guess."
"If that's what you want," I sighed. We had had this discussion a couple of months ago to. She was scared stiff of getting pregnant, of the responsibilities. She was an only child and wasn't used to getting any competition regarding love. I don't think she was envious of the love I had to share between her and the child but maybe that she didn't think that she could divide her love. I was the third child in our family and my parents never treated me and my brother and sister differently. They loved us all equally much and I knew that my feelings for Ella wouldn't change just because of a child.
She stood and turned to face me.
"I'm ready," she said and looked at me. "You know," she shrugged her shoulders, "you know if you were to take advantage of me tonight, if I had a little to much to drink that is, you could... Well you could make love to me without any rubber."
"Oh, I couldn't do that. I want you to be aware of it. Our first child."
"The option's there..."
We went downstairs and waited for our guests and nothing more was said about it.
The evening passed and Ella and Tom seemed to be the only ones who drank to much. Tom soon got so smashed that we had to put him in our guest-room and I forgot all about him and Ella excused herself just after midnight and went upstairs on wobbly legs. When I looked in at her half an hour later she was asleep in our bed and I went downstairs again.
Half past one all the guests were gone and I sat down with a final whisky and thought about Ella's suggestion. I could feel myself getting hard, but I didn't want it to happen that way.
I went upstairs and got ready for bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow I fell asleep and slept for about an hour when I woke and had to go to the bathroom. When I again lay down I saw that I had forgotten to turn off the light in the bathroom and that the light illuminated Ella and that she was clearly visible from my side, but left my side of the bed in the dark. I was to tired to get up again so I turned towards my wife and looked at her. She was laying on her back with the covers thrown away and just a bit of the duvet covering her stomach.
My eyes stayed for a while at her small perky tits. They were just visible over her chest, topped with little nipples in completely round aureoles. A flat stomach which sloped slightly down to her auburn-haired pussy. And in all that hair I knew that her rather fat labia was hidden. I doubled my pillow so I had a clear view of her pussy and could now see the beginning of her fat lips. I could feel my cock harden just looking at her.
I reached over and took her hand in mine and drifted back into light slumber as you sometimes do when you has been awake for a while in the middle of the night.
Suddenly I was awake.
Something wasn't right. Without any stirring I opened my eyes to look around and I saw a dark silhouette in the doorway. Tom! I had forgotten all about him. I saw that he looked at the bed and since I had forgotten to swhich off the bathroom light my wife's side of the bed was clearly visible to him while mine was more or less dark. I turned my eyes over to my wife. I could clearly see her, and she wasn't covered. During the night she had thrown off her blanket and since we always sleep in the nude she was laying naked before Tom! That was why he stood there.
Suddenly he took a step nearer the bed. And then another and soon he stood by it. I closed my eyes to hide that I was awake and looked at him through the slits. Why I didn't tell him to get the fuck out I don't know. I was a little turned on by the fact that another man was enjoying the beauty of my wife. That another man could enjoy her small breasts and wide hips. The hairy hill of her womanhood.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw him reach out a hand and put it on my wife's tit. Her breathing stopped for a second and he was about to draw back his hand when she again started to breath the heavy breathing of a sleeping human.
At once he grew bolder and I could see how he tweaked the nipple between the thumb and forefinger and how it grew hard and the aureole crinkled. I didn't know that a woman could feel anything when she was asleep, but why not? If someone was about to squeeze my prick in my sleep it would grow hard, not that it needed that at the moment. It had sprung to hardness at the same time as Tom lay his hand on Ella's breast.
I could hear the faint sound of his zipper being lowered and saw how he scooped his hand inside his trousers and took out his hard prick. I felt a little superior when I saw it. It wasn't as big as mine but just as stiff. Maybe it was a little fatter it was hard to tell because his hand surrounded it and he pumped it slowly as he caressed my wife's breast.
He let go of his dick and the hand which had been wanking it drifted down to my wife's vagina. I realized that she lay with her legs slightly open and that he was able to see, and feel, the puffy, pinkish pussylips. If she was reacting anywhere like she did when I caressed it I knew that there would be little droplets of dew clinging to them, slowly drifting out and wetting the hair that almost covered her crotch.
Tom let go of my wife's breast, bent down and put his nose close to my wife's pussy and I could hear him sniff the air just above it. I knew that the musky smell from her would be noticeable. And if it had been me I would have had a hard time controlling my lust to sink either my tongue or my cock in that juicy cunt.
Tom wasn't different! I saw how his tongue extracted and took a tentative lick at my wife's pussy. And I saw her hips jerk a little and if I hadn't watched so closely I would have missed it.
Tom didn't miss it. He drove his tongue deeper in between the slick pussylips and faint squelching sounds could be heard when my wife's pussy got wetter and wetter.
Suddenly I could feel how her hand, that was holding mine, squeezed mine and I heard a faint moan escape her lips and I saw her hips shake. She had an orgasm!
Tom noticed it to and he stopped licking and lifted his head and looked up at us.
I pretended to be asleep because I was curious, and it was a situation I didn't know how to handle anymore. It was to late to stop him. He had already done more than I thought that I ever would have let any man do. And it was a hot situation. Watching your wife having an orgasm with another man! I was both jealous, angry and curious, but most of all I was horny. Hornier than I ever had been!
Why Ella pretended to be asleep I don't know. I was almost certain that she pretended. I couldn't be sure of course but her hand squeezing mine gave her away.
When Tom saw that my wife still seemed to be asleep he frowned his nose a little as if he considered what to do next.
I saw him unbutton his trousers and lower them.
What was he doing?
I didn't have to wait long for the answer. He climbed up between my wife's legs which had drifted further apart under his licking and gave him ample room between them. He climbed up over my wife and stood on straight arms while his cock was touching my wife's pussylips. He let it at that for a long time. Just feeling the softness of her vagina with the tip of his cock. I waited impatiently for his next move, I was sure there was going to be one. Was he going to cum like that? Was he going to jack of with his cock touching my wife's privates? I didn't think that he would dare doing that since that would leave some signs.
Suddenly his hips started to move. He was pushing his cock against my wife's crotch. She obviously liked it because I could see how her hips moved in small, small moves, just noticeable to me but I bet that he could feel it well enough! It seemed to spur him on and he pushed a little harder for each time and suddenly I could feel my wife squeeze my hand and gasp a little. She hid it with a very impressing little snoring sound.
Had he penetrated her?
I opened my eyes wide to be able to see better. Not caring if he saw me or not.
The head of his cock was between my wife's puffy lips and I could see that they were pushed aside by his wide mushroom and while I watched he sank deeper and deeper into my wife's fertile cunt! Soon he was buried ballsdeep in it and he started a slow, slow fucking with her. She sleeping, or so he thought, the deep alcohol-induced sleep and I likewise.
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