Take her to the campfire

“Let’s go see if they’re still awake,” I say. I’m so excited. She’s looks so fucking hot. I wanna tease the shit out of my friends. Let them know that even though my wife isn’t skinny or fit, she’s still sexy as fuck. Let them know how good I have it.

I move through the living room. The heels clicking on the hardwood floor behind me let me know that my curvy wife is following me. I peek out the window and see my friends seated out by the fire. Just the two of them. No Phoebe. Perfect.

I say to Monica, “I’m going to talk to them. After a couple minutes walk out, call my name, make sure they get a good look at you, then tell me I need to come back to the bedroom.”

Monica pulls at her red dress, trying to cover her areola that is slipping out. “You really do want to show me off. Okay. I’ll make sure they get a good look at my backside as well.” She tugs at my he bottom of the dress that keeps failing to cover her ass cheeks.

“Great,” I say. I have the best wife. It’s turns me on so much that’s she’s into this. She always dresses so modestly. My friends will not expect this outfit.

I walk out to the dying fire and join my friends. They are belligerently drunk. There’s not enough in the bottle to offer me a shot. I say, “Looks like you guys made up after your fight earlier tonight.”

Ross pats Joey on the shoulder, “It’s hard to be mad at a guy who can suck your dick this good.”

Joey flinches, “Dude where the hell do you come up with this stuff? I don’t even eat pussy. If I was gay I would be a top, and would never suck dick.”

“Why would any dude want to be with you then,” I ask.

“Obviously for the pleasure of sucking my big dick and then getting to take it in the ass,” Joey says. “But I would give them a handjob. I’m not totally selfish.”

They’re hollering and laughing so loud, we don’t even hear the click of my wife’s heels on the pavement. She has to yell to get our attention, “ARE Y’ALL REALLY TALKING ABOUT SUCKING EACH OTHERS DICKS RIGHT NOW!?”

I watch as my friends turn to look at my wife. Their jaws drop. Joey starts to say something but chokes on his spit and coughs. Ross exclaims, “Fuck me. Is that Monica!?”

She poses in her tight dress. Her pale tits spill out the top. She looks down at herself, and rubs her hands down her body, slightly pushing her soft cleavage together. She says, “Yeah. It’s me. Can’t recognize me without a hoodie?”

Joey finally regains his voice, “God damn Monica. You should show off your body more often. Fuck. I bet you’re not wearing panties.”

Her tongue peeks out between her red lips like she’s trying to decide whether to answer his question. She smiles and gives them a wink. She's flirting with her eyes. I’ve never seen her more confident in her body. They haven’t taken their eyes off her. The makeup, the hair, the hint of a tan areola on her pale freckled tits, the width of her tips stretching out the fabric of the dress to its brink, her thick milky thighs, her toned calves, her painted toes. Their eyes devour her.

I think my friends have been teased enough. I stand up and stretch. I say, “Well boys, I think it’s time for I head to bed with my wife. She needs a little help getting out of that dress.”

I pat them on their backs and move to the porch. I hold the door open for my wife. I grin maliciously at my friends. This woman is all mine.

The guys drool as she turns around. The dress has hiked up and shows up the bottom half of her thick ass. Joey visibly adjust himself in his pants. Ross bites his lower lip.

This couldn’t go more perfectly. My friends have been properly teased, and I’m extremely turned on by my wife. Now it’s time to bend her over the bed and fuck that dress off her.

With one leg in the house, Monica looks back over her shoulder at my friends. She says, “If you want to find out if I’m wearing panties, you can join us in our bedroom.”

Oh shit.