A Mundane Evening, Almost

This is a true story.


Well..... that was unusual.

My wife slid back down under the covers and to be fair to her; it was a bit chilly in the bedroom. In fact, compared to downstairs a few minutes ago, it was positively arctic.

I laid back and closed by eyes to contemplate it, then enjoyed the feelings my wife was giving me and began to move to swap places.

Not long before we had been waving off some friends having had a nice night of chatting, a home cooked meal and a film. It was a while ago now, so I apologise if I can't remember the film... or the food. And this is why:-

It's winter and we've got the fire going, but we're full of food and well ensconced upon our large sofa. We're snug as a bug in a rug. On the other sofa beside the fire are our friends, same ages, local, long term drinking, eating and socialising friends. My wife has pulled a blanket over us but I'm not surprised as she regularly feels the cold. The wine, the food and the fire is making us all a little snoozy and the conversation stops as we dim the lights and get the movie going.

Like we often do, I'm holding my wife's hand under the blanket and while I'm sat properly she is laying onto me a little. Absent mindedly I'm stroking her leg while watching the movie, just gentle and low key. Hardly even thinking about it. Hardly even able to move very far as I'm still holding her hand.

We move a little. My wife rests her head on my chest. The other two are sat at a right angle to us and are either enjoying the movie or dozing off. Either way I'm content. My wife even looks up and gives me a cute smile and I'm sure we're on the same relaxed wavelength. We're not.

In fact, unusually for us, I'm missing something. My wife has been enjoying my tiny caresses and has gently, ever so gently moved my had around her thigh and inside her legs, I notice as she stealthily stretches out her other leg back down the sofa that my caresses are now on her soft warm skin. She has; rather daringly, lifted her skirt and is holding it out of the way.

I feel a pulse of electric excitement as I realise what's happening. My arm is resting on her, as if I had put my arm around her shoulder, but now she is laying on my chest I am reaching over her and down between her legs. She takes my hand and moves it towards her surprisingly wet underwear and I almost hear her take a little gasp as I start to tease her.

I'm feeling my own underwear becoming rather restrictive as she looks up at me again and we have a little kiss. It's a charade really, an innocent little peck on the lips while my finger tips play. She smiles and pulls he dress open to let me look down at her chest. She knows that I think she has the most perfect small breasts and getting this secret, daring view of them does nothing to stop my growing arousal. I let a finger find it's way around her underwear as a reward. I ease my other hand under the blanket, slowly, so slowly, and take a moment to guide her hand to my bulge before reaching inside her dress and, painfully slowly, begin to cup one.

Immediately she has pulled open several buttons on my jeans and her hand feels quite incredible as it enwraps around me. Her fingers are just a tiny bit cooler than my skin and my blood is pumping. I glance up at our friends but there's no reason for them to have any suspicions. Yet.

For a short time it's all fun, I find myself almost holding my breath, this is so daring. So naughty. Our friends are so close by, I could almost reach out and touch him on the shoulder. Sat facing slightly away from us at a right angle they are still either watching the film, or dozing. I can't tell, I'm not even really bothered because at this very moment my wife is giving me the slowest hand job in the world and it feels incredible. Both of our underwear are damp and I can feel how much she is enjoying it too. My hand gentle squeezes her breast under the blanket I take a moment to tease her hard nipple. Suddenly they move, shifting on their sofa. He's dozed off and she has snuggled up to him more. I look over and she glances our way. I freeze, my wife pauses. My heart skips a beat. Her fingers tighten. Squeezing. Then moving. Just a tiny fraction down, she's already near the bottom of my length and it feels so tight at the tip. I force a tired looking smile at his wife, trying with all my might not to betray what's really happening under this thin blanket.

She frowns a little and nods, my mind spins, I struggle to figure out if she has noticed. Has she rumbled us? How embarrassing! This is a terrible idea! What are we doing?!

Then she mouths something.

"Is she asleep?"

I think she says.

Glancing down, ignoring her breast in my hand, I mouth back that she might be. She isn't. She's slowly giving me incredible sexual pleasure. She smiles and turns back to the TV. The movie flashes away onscreen. The volume is fairly low.

A length of time passes, I have no idea how long. I've begun to really tease her. Dipping a finger or two inside to make her toes curl. She has risked a few slightly quicker strokes. There is a real risk this is going to get out of hand, and to be honest, that is suddenly very exciting. And very, very naughty, because there's two of our best friends right there. I'm snapped out of this pleasant ponder by my wife suddenly springing to her feet. It's so shocking that I almost don't' react quickly enough to grab the blanket, stopping it from revealing me in all my erect glory. She has stood and turned in such a way that it minimised the chances of them catching a glance of her exposed breasts. My heart really beats faster now as I watch her leave the room. I give myself a few seconds, hide myself away (with the most sly and delicate manoeuvre) and allow myself to calm down somewhat.

Feeling very thirsty all of a suddenly I stand also, stretch, become conscious that I'm very much still 80% erect and glance down at his wife. She turns her head and I prey the lighting is dim enough to hide my excitement. Holding a brief eye contact I look down at her bright hazel eyes and meekly make the "drink?" hand gesture. She nods and smiles, mouthing "wine please" before returning her attention to the film.

I hurry to the kitchen, my jeans very much bulged. I was surprised to find my wife pouring herself a wine in the kitchen and even more surprised to see she had pulled her dress open to reveal both her breasts. A tipsy smile grew on her lips as she realised it was indeed me arriving, and not one of the other two. I pulled her close for a proper kiss which travelled down her neck to her tits. Feeling very horny I knew I had very little time to do this. She lifted my head back up by the chin for a kiss and I wondered if my moment had passed. It hadn't, she dropped to her knees and pulled open my jeans once more.

My cock literally sprung out and she immediately pushed her lips around it. Sliding them down in an incredible smooth motion of moist pleasure. She seemed eager, in a hurry, and I could hardly stand it, I was feeling immediately lost in the moment. Much more of this and I would be causing us both a new problem.

I suddenly remember I'd offered her a drink, she'd be wondering where I was. Reluctantly I pulled away from my wife and poured a glass of red. She stood beside me and grabbed me. Quickly, almost frantically, wanking me. My knees trembled from the pleasure but almost collapsed in shock as I heard a noise, reaching down and tucking myself in as my wife turned to the kitchen door our friend spoke.

"He's completely passed out," she chuckled. I moved the wine and glass around a little, delaying turning around but eventually twisted to pass her the glass via my wife.

"Thanks, this will be my last one, we'll go after the movie, it's late," she whispered softly. As if a strange spell hung over the three of us. Moments before she might have walked in on my wife on her knees. The thought made my cock tingle. To my relief they both walked back out and I popped a beer open, took a quick sip and placed it back on the side, took a deep breath and quietly re-joined my wife on the sofa.

She quickly whipped the blanket back over us and laid almost right across my lap, hand straight back to opening my jeans. We'd hardly even settled when she was stroking the whole length on my cock, even briefly pulling the blanket away to expose me. My heart skipped a beat as I pulled it back over. His wife glanced back and mouthed "nice wine" but I was in process of accidentally pulling the blanket over my wife's head. I frowned down and shrugged. By the time I'd looked down again my wife had freed herself and nestled herself in my lap, her legs sprawled the length of the sofa.

Thankfully his wife had looked back to the film because now my wife was stroking me directly towards her mouth, poking a tongue out. His wife glanced back over slowly, but I hadn't the courage to meet her eyes this time, and hoped the dimness hid my wife and my modesty. I'm not sure how long she looked over for but it felt like minutes, at least a few seconds, unfortunately I couldn't communicate for my wife to stop and she slowly teased my tip with her tongue with only the blanket ruffled up to hide behind. I could not believe it, she was never normally like this, so daring, so damn naughty. I was tingling all over, my toes curling.

She glanced over again and my breath caught in my throat, my wife was moving her hand a little more now, would the low light in the room save us? I only half cared now, as she gave me the most incredible and teasing hand job, tongue job? Our friend had put down her wine glass now and snuggled into her husband, her head half turned away, my wife glanced at her and saw this as an opportunity to go faster, to take my in her mouth, moving her head a little too. Scared we'd get caught I looked over at the other sofa, wondering if she had one eye open, just a tiny bit open? Or was I imagining things?

I was so close now, I reached over the blanket and squeezed my wife's arm to tell her, but she ignored it. Pushing me closer. I was about to cum and we knew it. She pulled me now, aiming me down at her chest. Stroking me quickly with short little strokes. I held my breath. Tensing. Holding on. Determined. I could do this.

But I couldn't, I felt myself begin to orgasm, my fingers dug into her arm and pushed me over the edge, erupting hot, wet, several pulsing spurts onto her chest. Finally she stopped. The film continued. My mind was swimming around my head as she tucked me away and nipped to the kitchen, moving quickly. I caught a flash of how wet her chest was, illuminated by the flicker of the film. No sooner had she dabbed herself down our friends wife stood herself up and, with me unable to delay her, panicking, walked into the kitchen with her glass.

I sat deflated, and elated. Had we been rumbled? I later learned that my wife had enjoyed chatting with her with my cum on her chest, half hidden by her dress but, if looked at, clearly obvious. She spoke very excitedly about this now as I went down on her on the bed. The night had ended with us waking him up and my wife waving them off from upstairs, already stripping naked. They, and in particular she, never mentioned a thing, and I still wonder if she was indeed watching, part of me is horrified that she might have, another is beginning to bulge at the thought.