I watched my wife Laura giving Roger head, she let his cum coat her lips and chin!

I thought she didn't like me looking. But nothing of that. So we pulled in to the Double Tree, I amused myself with a fantasy that I invitation a man for her. It was fun. It took about a half-hour for us to get the right guy and when we did, I said that I and my wife Laura had a very kinky view of marriage, that Laura wanted to fuck him and that I, her husband, loved to look at give her while doing this.

The man, Roger, had heard of the practice but never had been involved in it before so he tried to beg off. Just then Laura, who had listened with an innocent smile and bright blue eyes, placed her hand on his, her stockinged foot on his leg and turned her heavenly blue eyes on him. "It's all just for fun, Roger!" she said. Her grin widened and her eyes glowed a little brighter. "And I don't bite!" That did it. The implication, however vague, that Roger was afraid was not to be endured. After making sure that I was just going to watch, not participate, he said, "OK, lead the way."

In our house, I pulled out an expensive bottle of Scotch and we shared a drink. Roger held back, not wanting to impair his responses among strangers but I took a big gulp and refilled my glass. Laura merely sipped a little and put hers down. I turned on a dvd with some romantic music and took a seat across the room. Laura floated into Roger's arms and they pretended to dance. She snuggled close from the first and pressed her tits flat against his chest. What the hell, he thought, might as well get into the spirit! His hand soon found the curve of her full, round bottom and gripped a handful of her. She purred and snuggled closer. The first warm kiss was long and wet. The second didn't seem to end, just slide into another and another. Roger was responding just fine and Laura pressed herself hard against the ridge that was building along the leg of his trousers. She felt he was "pretty well hung," and Laura, her wandering hand encountering the blue jean ridge, was suitably impressed. She leaned her head back and gave him a surprised smile, her eyes grown larger, if that were possible, and glowing. Roger helped himself to a handful of tit.

"Help me with my zipper?" Laura asked as she turned her back. From there it was just as advertised, all for fun! Laura and Roger got out of their clothes as fast as they could and settled on the king-sized bed. His hands were all over her petite but voluptuous body. She was better looking than most and equal to any woman he ever had! Her legs were short, shapely and soft as clouds. Her tits were large, firm, cone-shaped delights with small strawberry-colored nipples, hard as little pebbles. Roger sucked one into his mouth and heard her gasp. Her hand pressed against the back of his head encouraging him to take as much as he wanted. He squeezed her tits, fondled and sucked them turn and turn about until she grasped his wrist and pulled his hand down between her legs. "Do this, Roger," Laura breathed, and slid his hand up and down her inner thigh. "I just love this! Oh-h-h!" she giggled, "You're going to have me ready in no time!"

Roger continued caressing her thighs, pausing to feel her succulent flesh deeply from time to time. Her hand slipped down to his raging cock and began a soft, loose-fingered stroking that told him she was not nearly as innocent as the big blue eyes and the valentine face might lead him to believe. She knew what she was doing. Finally, Roger pushed her legs apart and began to settle in for the main event but Laura pushed him gently back. With a smile she slithered down his body and he felt her fingers gently pull his foreskin back and her lips fasten around the head of his cock. He got a grip and determined to hold back, to take this ride for all it was worth. She fondled his balls and sucked them into her mouth one at a time. She took his shaft as deep as she could and let him feel the dangerous nip of her teeth as she pulled her mouth up the length of it. Roger was gasping with the effort to keep from coming. Laura's lips slipped off of him and then were beside his ear. "Let it go, Roger! I want you to! Don't hold back!" she said in that soft voice. Then she ducked her head and resumed the sliding sucking action that soon had him gushing into her mouth. She pulled her lips off, rolled to the side and let his cum streak her pretty face and coat her lips and chin. Roger heard her whimper and was startled to hear a masculine grunt from across the room. Me! He had forgotten all about me!

Laura reached to the nightstand and retrieved a wet washcloth that had evidently been provided by me. She wiped her face and crossed the room to me. Roger could see clearly that I had my dick out and had come into a handkerchief. "How was that?" Laura asked me. Then she sat on my lap and caressed my softening cock as we kissed. "Well," Roger thought, "that's it, I guess." He swiveled off the bed and began to look around for his clothes. "Hey, Roger! Don't leave!" It was Laura, her voice urgent. She slid off of my lap and crossed to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a soft, wet kiss. She put her lips next to his ear and whispered, "Don't you want to fuck me? I'll be real disappointed if you don't!"