My Perfect life. Part one

This is my first time writing anything like this. This actually happened to me early in the summer of twenty, twenty two. I wrote it in my journal and decided to share it with you.
My husband and I have been married for four years, we have a rampant sex life and, I have never thought about straying. I am thirty-one and Kevin is thirty-four. Kevin is a service director for a car dealership. I am a freelance hair stylist, I am slim; thirty-four-inch bust and, shoulder length brunette hair. I weigh just less than one hundred and twelve pounds and, my piercing green eyes are; in my opinion my best feature, although my husband disagrees with that; he says that my slim and toned body is the tops for him.
Kevin came home one Friday evening and, told me that he has hired a new service manager for the dealership. My husband is training him for the next three months. He started telling me about Phillip. He had relocated from Florida, and he was room sharing with a friend of his. Kevin was telling me that this new guy was alone in the city; he has no friends here and no family. My husband asked me if I would object to him inviting Phillip, over one evening the following week for a meal. Of course, I didn’t object.
He told me that Phillip was a young black man and he hated being all alone in the city, I immediately felt sorry for him. My husband told me that I would find him handsome and, easy to get along with because he has a voice that draws you in.
He told me that Phillip had seen my picture on Kevin’s desk and told my husband how attractive he thought I was. I smiled and blushed.
The following Monday, I was working in the area of the dealership and I decided to take my husband and Phillip a coffee. I was anxious to meet this guy and see if what my husband had told me about him was accurate. I walked into my husband’s office and saw Phillip sitting at his desk. I saw his eyes get bigger when I walked in.
Don’t ask me why but, I had a strange feeling come over me, a feeling that I had not experienced for many years! I was excited about meeting this guy. I told myself that I am a happily married woman but, I was excited.
My husband kissed me and as always, grabbed my ass.
“Amy, this is Phillip,” Kevin said, “Phillip, this is my wife, Amy.”
Phillip moved from his seat and, to my surprise; he came and hugged me.
Now, I’m sure that it was just my imagination running away with me but, I felt certain that his hand, traced my bra through the back of my vest. He was gorgeous, a very handsome man indeed, and he smelled amazing! His voice was so soft and calming; I seriously could listen to him talk all day long.
He stood about four inches taller than me, his hands on my back felt very strong but, it was his eyes and smile that melted me,: his big brown eyes and a smile that beamed from ear to ear. My heart was pounding in my chest, and at that moment; I wished that I had worn a summer dress instead of my tight fitting boot cut jeans and the pink vest.
I sat and talked to them both for about thirty minutes, I could feel Phillip’s eyes staring at me the whole time and, every time I looked at him; he smiled at me.
My crotch was uncomfortably wet now; I tried so hard to stop my nipples from pushing the thin fabric of my lacy bra and vest out. I dared to look down at my boobs and realized that I had been unsuccessful in my efforts to calm my erect nipples. I could feel myself blushing as I moved slightly and faced my husband. He saw my predicament and smiled, nodding his head to motion me to look down at my boobs.
I excused myself and hurried to the ladies restroom, the moment that I closed the door; I found my hand had started to rub my pussy area. I went into a cubical and pulled my jeans and, thong down. I found instant relief when, without a moment’s hesitation; my finger slid deep inside my now soaking pussy.
What was happening to me? Why was I so excited? “Calm yourself, Amy,” my mind was telling me, “You’re a happily married woman.”
Just then, I received a text message from my husband, I quickly pulled my thong and, jeans up and, rummaged through my purse to find my phone.
The message read, “Are you in the restroom, trying to calm your nipples down?”
“Yes!” I replied.
“Don’t, they look fucking hot! I knew that you would like Phillip,” Kevin replied.
I tried to soften my hard nipples by thinking of grocery shopping and stuff like that but, my mind kept going back to the black stranger! I even tried to stuff some toilet tissue down my bra to cover my nipples but, that looked awful!
I returned to my husband’s office and he was smiling at me, I was still blushing and, very conscious of the fabric being pushed out by my hard nipples. I decided that it would be best to leave but, Phillip’s voice was mesmerizing! He had a way of making you listen to him; he was very intelligent and seemed to have a knack of drawing you into his conversation. He could charm the birds from the trees and, he certainly had my attention. I was drooling and had to keep bringing myself back to reality, I honestly think that I would have been powerless if he had told me to strip naked right there and then.
I told them that I had to get back to work, I kissed my husband goodbye and Phillip came from his desk and hugged me again; this time, I was certain that his hands were tracing the back of my bra.
“Bye, sexy,” Phillip said softly as we ended our hug and, I blushed even more.
By the time that I had got back to my car, my husband had sent me another text message.
“You like him, don’t you? It read.
I sent a text message back, “Oh my, he is nice, he is gorgeous.”
“Was it him who made your nipples hard? Kevin replied, “I hope so.”
I answered, “Was it that obvious? Yes it was him who did that to me!”
It was very difficult to concentrate for the rest of the afternoon, my mind kept wandering back to the adorable Phillip. It was just after five-thirty when my husband arrived home from work, usually, I have dinner ready for him but today; I wanted something before we ate!
We made passionate love on the dining table, I was hot, I was wet and; I needed a hard, stiff, cock inside me; I couldn’t wait, I just pulled my jeans and thong down and pushed his penis inside me! He ejaculated within five minutes and asked me what brought that on?
I told him that I was feeling horny and needed a fuck.
“Because of Phillip?” He asked.
“Maybe,” I answered, “He said bye sexy, when I left you earlier.”
“I know, I heard him,” Kevin smirked, “I told you, he thinks you are very attractive.”
I informed my husband that I thought Phillip was adorable as well.
Kevin told me that he had arranged for Phillip to come to dinner the following evening. I was super excited to hear that news and throughout that evening; my mind was filled with thoughts of this black stranger, needless to say that I was wet all evening!
My husband and I had incredible sex again that night, I didn’t want foreplay; I just needed to be fucked hard. As soon as we got into bed, I pulled my husband on top of me; he was surprised to see how wet I was already and, after we had finished; he quizzed me about why I was so wet.
I played it down and told him that I just felt horny; he asked if it was because of Phillip?
“Possibly,” I said, “Would you be jealous if it was?”
He confirmed that he was thrilled with me fantasizing about another guy.
Throughout the following day, my mind would wander to impure thoughts; I had to keep reminding myself that I was a happily married woman and I had a perfect life. I decided that I was going to wear my pink, short, cotton, summer dress that evening. The dress was flared from the waist and, it had large red flowers printed over it; it was sleeveless and had a neckline that showed my modest cleavage. “This should hide my nipples if they get hard,” I thought.
I chose a sexy, pink lace, bra and matching thong to wear under my little dress.
Kevin had decided that he would cook steaks on the grill; it was a beautiful summer’s evening. I had prepared the side salad and had potatoes baking in the oven by the time that my husband had arrived home. He told me that Phillip was running home to shower and change and he would be here within the hour.
I showered and shaved my pussy for the second time that day and, when I joined my husband in the back yard; he approved of my attire. He pointed out that if I bend over too much; the cheeks of my ass could be on display, at least the bottom of them. I told him that I had better not bend over too often then, but my husband who was already horny at this point stated that I shouldn’t worry if I show a bit of cheek.
I had already consumed two glasses of wine and, I was feeling excited and carefree as Kevin started to cook the steaks. I was in the kitchen when there was a knock on the door, my heart started beating faster and, I could feel my nipples start to swell.
I ran to the door to let our guest in, I looked at the front of my dress to see if there were any tell tale signs that I was excited and nervously opened the door to welcome our guest.
“Wow, you look stunning,” Phillip said in his oh so sexy voice.
I blushed and he handed me a bottle of wine before he hugged me tightly. I felt his hands trace my bra under my thin cotton dress. I melted when he gently kissed the side of my face as he hugged me. My nipples were harder than ever before as he slid his hands down my back and, nestled on my hips.
My hands were gripping his back tightly and he kissed my cheek again. I knew that he was feeling the waistband of my tiny thong through my dress, we broke from the hug and his hands were still holding my hips and, I felt his hand move a little lower; he was actually holding the side of my left cheek.
My perfect life took a turn when I leaned forward and gave his lips a gentle kiss, it was only a peck and I don’t know why I did it but I did!
His hands immediately moved inwards and landed firmly on my ass as he said, “That was nice,” he kissed my lips again.
I stuttered, “Kevin is in the back, cooking steaks.”
Phillip gave my ass a playful slap as we broke from our hug.
We walked to the backyard and to the safety of my husband, Kevin greeted him and said, “Doesn’t Amy look sexy tonight?”
“She does,” Phillip replied and gave me one of his amazing smiles.
I went to the refrigerator and got our guest a cold beer.
“Wow, you have a hot tub,” Phillip said with excitement.
Our back porch is covered like a breezeway, it’s about twenty feet wide and approximately forty feet long, Kevin has a workshop opposite our back door and the hot tub is in front of his shop, it’s completely covered and, we have two large padded benches that face each other so; you can sit and chat to the person sitting opposite you, above the hot tub we have a large TV.
“Yes, we love the hot tub,” Kevin said, “We use it every night; you are welcome to use it whenever you like buddy.”
I sat opposite Phillip and said, “I love the hot tub, the bubbles are amazing.”
I have no idea why I said what I did, I didn’t mean it to sound like it was an innuendo but it, just came out that way.
Phillip immediately picked up on what I said and replied, “I bet you do.”
I blushed and said, “I didn’t mean it that way but, they are nice there as well; I meant that the bubbles are relaxing.”
The innuendo made my nipples even harder.
“I’m going to cut the bread and check on the potatoes,” I said, eager to get away and hide my embarrassment.
“Need a hand?” Phillip asked.
“You can check the potatoes while I cut the bread,” I said as I walked to the kitchen.
I started to cut the bread, unaware that I was obstructing the over. Phillip gently placed one hand on each side of my ass and, guided me over a little. I gasped when he held my cheeks and, my heart was pounding out of my chest.
“Your beautiful body was in the way,” he said in his sexy voice,” I couldn’t open the oven.
I made a hash of cutting the bread while he removed the potatoes from the oven, he closed the oven door and, again, his hands caressed my ass as he guided me back to my original position.
He could have lifted my dress and pulled my thong down and I wouldn’t have been able to stop him, I was that lost in the moment.
“You have a perfect little ass,” he said softly, “It feels so nice.”
I blushed and tried to change the subject as I was feeling very hot at that moment.
“Do you like your new job?” I asked.
“Its better when you come and bring us coffee,” he teased, “You looked so sexy the other day when we first met.”
I couldn’t help myself, I know that I shouldn’t have done it but, I gave him another little peck on his lips.
“Let’s get this out to Kevin,” I stuttered and, he playfully slapped my ass as we walked out to my husband.
Dinner was a huge success, the steaks were cooked to perfection and we chatted and laughed the whole time we were eating. I cleared the dinner stuff and got the boys more beers; my husband sat on one of the padded benches while Phillip sat on the other, opposite Kevin. I snuggled in my husband’s chest but that meant that I had to keep turning my head to talk and look at Phillip.
I sat upright and told Kevin that I wasn’t comfortable sitting like that and he suggested that I lay like I do when we watch TV outside.
“What in the nude, you mean?” I joked, again surprising myself with what I had said.
Phillip laughed and said, “Now you’re talking.”
I blushed again!
“No silly,” Kevin replied, “well, I don’t mind if you get naked and; I’m sure Phillip won’t object but, I meant; lay with your head on the arm of the bench and lay your feet on my lap. That way I can massage your feet while we chat.”
I instantly realized that would give Phillip a nice view of my shapely legs. I nestled my shoulders on the arm of the padded bench and placed my bare feet on my husband’s lap; this way, I was perfectly positioned to look at our guest. I could see that he was staring at my legs and thighs as Kevin started to massage my feet and ankles.
Every time that I looked at Phillip, he was staring at my legs and he smiled to me very often; especially when he realized that I could see what his eyes were focused at. It was a beautiful summer’s evening, a slight warm breeze was gently blowing through the breezeway but, this girl was feeling hot!
It was about eight o’clock when I noticed that Phillip’s beer bottle was empty and, being the good hostess that I am, I asked him if he would like another.
“I’d better not,” he answered, “I’m driving but, I would love a bottle of water if that’s okay?”
This is where my perfect life took another turn!
Kevin was massaging my right ankle; I was lying slightly on my left side facing Phillip. I slid my left foot from my husband’s lap and let it fall to the concrete. I knew full well that by doing that, I would give our guest a perfect and, unrestricted view up the front of my dress.
I was too nervous to look at him for a few seconds but, I could feel his eyes on me.
I waited a few seconds before I said to my husband, “Kevin, I need my other foot, I’m showing our guest what I’m wearing under this dress.”
I plucked up the courage to look at Phillip and, he was indeed, staring directly at the opening of my dress! He was staring at my little pink thong.
He saw me looking at him and, he smiled, I smiled back; my heart was beating so fast and I could feel that my nipples just got as hard as they could.
Kevin looked at me for a few seconds and smiled before he released his hold on my ankle. I pulled my other foot to the concrete. I stood up, still looking at Phillip who was still smiling at me. Kevin raised the back of my dress enough to see the back of my thong. Phillip couldn’t see what Kevin was looking at because I was still facing our guest.
My husband said, “Oh, he saw those white panties than?”
I tried not to blush but, I failed and replied to Kevin, “How long have we been married? You should know that I never wear panties; I only ever wear thongs and; they are not white.”
Phillip chirped in and said, “They are pink, pink lace.”
I blushed even more and said, “See, I told you that I was showing him, he must have seen it all.”
“So, they are clean,” my husband joked, “It’s a pity that you wore any.”
Phillip quickly responded with, “Yes, that is a pity that you wore them.”
I quickly scurried to the kitchen; I could feel that my face was as red as a beetroot. I took an ice cold bottle of water from the refrigerator for Phillip and, without hesitation; I pushed it up the front of my dress and nestled it on my hot, aching and wet, pussy.
I felt instant relief when the cold bottle hit the front of my thong and I found myself squeezing one of my boobs as I enjoyed the cold sensation on my hot pussy.
I took Phillip’s water to him and, got back on the bench with my husband. I put my feet on his lap like before; he suggested that I slide down a little; he wanted to massage my knees.
I love my knees being massaged, especially the backs of them, it’s one of my erogenous zones for sure.
Now, any decent girl would have pulled her dress down as she slid down the bench, not this girl, I was hot, I had just shown the front of my thong to our handsome guest so I was excited and hot; I wanted to show more! I slid down the bench until my knees were on Kevin’s lap. In doing so, my dress rode up at least another three maybe four inches. I put a cushion under my head to make myself comfortable, I looked over at Phillip.
His eyes were glued to my thighs and, he looked up at me briefly and smiled; I smiled back to let him know that I knew what he was looking at and, that I approved. Kevin was watching a ball game on the TV above Phillip’s head.
Kevin massaged my knees and I knew that Phillip could see up my dress but, I didn’t care; I wanted him to see.
It was just after nine-fifteen, the outside lights had come on and, Phillip had finished his bottle of water. Kevin was still massaging my knees and I was sure that my dress had risen up so much that Phillip must have had a good view of a part of my thong for some time now.
Phillip picked up his phone and said that he should be leaving soon as he had a thirty minute drive home.
“Do you have to go?” I asked.
“I had better, we have a busy day tomorrow,” he answered me.
Kevin asked me to see our guest to the front door while he got in the hot tub; I was hoping for that!
My perfect life took another turn at that moment. Kevin was holding my right knee and, I slid my left leg off my husband’s lap and; I planted my foot onto the concrete. I knew that our guest would have another unrestricted view up my dress. This time though, my dress was already higher up than before and, I could even see the gusset of my thong so; he must have had a perfect view of it.
I looked at Phillip and, he was staring directly at my thong, he looked up at me briefly and smiled; of course I smiled back. I stayed like that for at least ten seconds before I said, “Kevin, I need my other leg please, I’m showing our guest my thong again.”
Kevin looked at my legs and joked, “He was right, it is a pink thong.”
“Pink lace and, a little red bow at the top,” Phillip said cheekily.
I realized at that moment that he could see the whole of the front of my sexy, little thong!
My legs were still wide open at this moment and I stuttered, “See, he can see it all, let me have my leg back please.”
Kevin said, “I haven’t finished your knee yet.” He continued to massage my knee.
“Kevin, I am showing my entire thong,” I repeated as I tried to cover my pussy, although, I didn’t try too hard.
“So, it’s clean,” my husband replied, “It’s not like Phillip hasn’t seen it before, we’re all friends here.”
I did the right thing and tried to pull my dress down to cover my thong but, it rode straight back up. I must admit that I didn’t try hard, I was enjoying what I was showing and so was our guest! Every time that I looked at Phillip, his eyes were glued to my thong, he would smile at me when he saw me looking and of course, I smiled back at him.
Finally, after about a minute or maybe two, Kevin released my leg and I pulled it off of his lap, I stood up and adjusted my dress and Phillip stood up and hugged my husband.
Phillip shocked me when he asked Kevin if he would be okay if he kissed me to thank me for the lovely evening. I was feeling very excited and horny at this moment in time, especially when my husband told our guest that he didn’t need permission to kiss me, he said, “Bud, I don’t care what you do, I’m going to get in the hot tub.”
Without a second pause, Phillip took my hand and walked me inside and to the front door. He held my face in his hands and brought his face to mine; he gave me a gentle kiss and, I melted.
“That was nice,” he said and, kissed me again.
He was hugging me and his hands went down to my ass, I could feel his hard tool pressing against my groin; I was firmly holding his strong back, pulling him tighter to me.
“That was nice,” he said again and, kissed me a third time. My heartbeat was going through the roof.
“Thank you for a wonderful evening,” Phillip said as he squeezed my ass, “I really enjoyed it.”
“So did I,” I mumbled, “Sorry for flashing my thong to you.”
“What?” he replied, “That was the highlight of a wonderful evening.”
I blushed even more.
“Stop it,” I joked.
“It was,” he grinned, “Seeing your cute little pink, thong with the red bow at the top.”
He was massaging my cheeks now and, I was lost in his world.
“I believe that it’s a little flower, not a bow,” I stuttered, not knowing what I was inviting!
He dropped to his knees and my perfect life took yet another turn when, he raised my dress up to my tummy; exposing the entire front of my thong.
“What, what, what are you doing?” I mumbled, “Phillip!”
“I’m looking to see if it is a flower,” he said in his oh so sexy voice.
I stood there powerless to stop him, he could have pulled my thong down and off and, I couldn’t have stopped him; secretly, I believe that I was hoping for that!
He stared at my thong for over three minutes, saying how nice and, sexy it looked; all I could do was dig my fingers into his shoulders. He stood up, letting my dress fall back to its safe position and said, “Kevin said that I can kiss you good-night.”
“Ye, ye, yes, you can,” I answered, my mouth was not doing what my brain was telling it.
He moved his gorgeous lips to mine and we kissed, gently; the kiss lasted about ten seconds and as our lips parted, he said, “That was nice,” and kissed me again.
His hands left my ass and he took hold of my hands; he guided them to his neck, I didn’t know why he did that but, I was soon going to find out.
He glided his hands up and down the side of my body, exploring every inch of my sides and they rested on the sides of my boobs. I was praying for him move his hands inwards.
“Bye sexy,” he said.
“Bye,” was all that I could say as his hands were just holding the sides of my boobs and, we were staring in each others eyes.
After some thirty seconds of looking in each others eyes, I leaned forward and kissed him gently. I wanted him to move his hands to cover my whole boobs; I wanted him to feel my hard nipples pushing out my lace bra and dress. I moved slightly to reach the door handle and his right hand moved right across my left breast. I let out a huge sigh, expecting him to move his hand but, my perfect life took another turn when; instead of moving his hand, he squeezed my breast.
I gasped and he said, “I could stand here like this all night.
I opened the door a little and he kissed me again, still holding my breast and as soon as our lips parted, he said, “That was nice,” and kissed me again.
His other hand moved to my other breast and cupped that as well. I sighed deeply before he kissed me again; I could feel his finger rubbing my hard nipples, I knew that I needed to say something.
I looked at his hands and said, “You have to let that go.”
He giggled and gave my boobs another squeeze and said, “I don’t want to though.”
I said, “You have to, you can’t take them with you.”
He teased me by saying, “Take what with me?”
“My boobs,” I stuttered, “You cannot take them with you.”
His hands were still caressing my boobs and he said, “You mean, your tits.”
I was blushing on the outside and on the inside and said, “Yes, that’s what I mean.”
He teased me by saying, “Say it how I said it, say tits.”
My pussy was on fire as I said, “Oh my goodness, my tits, there I said it; you cannot take my tits with you; happy now I’ve said it.”
He leaned in and gave me another kiss, this kiss lasted much longer than the others that we had shared and, I felt his fingers run over my nipples; I sighed loudly.
My perfect life took yet another turn when he whispered, “Take your thong off and give it to me.”
“What?” I said, “No, I’m not doing that,” hoping that he would insist, “Why do you want my thong?”
“I want to sleep with your thong on my pillow tonight,” he said in his sexy voice, “I can’t have you in my bed tonight so, I want to sleep with your wet thong on my pillow.”
“I, I, I can’t,” I mumbled, “I can’t take my thong off.”
“I want it,” he said, “Please, let me sleep with your thong.”
I should have denied his request but, it sounded so erotic, I said, “Oh my goodness.”
I reached under my dress and pulled my thong down and, off; I handed it to him and he gently slid it into his jeans pocket before kissing me again. His hands reached to my thongless cheeks and squeezed my ass.
His hands went back to my breasts and he whispered, “Do they always match; your bra and thong.”
“Yes, they always do,” I answered, “Why?”
“I have to have the matching bra then,” he said.
“I can’t take my bra off as well!” I stuttered, “Oh my goodness, I can’t.”
“I must have the set,” he quickly whispered, “I must.”
I made a feeble excuse and told him that it would be impossible to remove my bra as my dress is too tight around my boobs. He moved his hands around the back of my dress and pulled down the zipper. I froze with excitement.
“What are you doing?” I said loudly.
“Making it easier for you to take your bra off,” he answered as he unclipped my bra.
I knew that I shouldn’t have but, this girl was lost, I carefully removed my bra through the side of my dress and handed it to him. I would have stripped naked if he had asked me to! His hands went to my braless breasts and he teased my hard nipples through the thin cotton of my dress.
My perfect life took another turn when he whispered, “Your tits feel even nicer without a bra on.”
I sighed loudly as he massaged my nipples through my dress.
I kissed him once again before telling him that he must go because I needed to get in the hot tub with my husband.
“Are you getting in the hot tub naked?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Let me come and watch you get naked,” he teased.
I almost said okay but knew that I shouldn’t; it appeared that the devil on one shoulder of mine was defeated by the angel on my other shoulder this time.
“I think that you have seen quite enough for tonight,” I said in a sorry tone, “You have seen far too much of me already.”
His hands were still caressing my breasts as he kissed me one last time before he released his grip on me and headed out of the door.
I quickly removed my dress and ran to my waiting husband, he looked surprised that I was already naked and asked if I had stripped in front of Phillip? I told him that I didn’t and that I had stripped in our bedroom after our guest left. He told me that I should have stripped in front of Phillip and let him see what an amazing body I have; little did he know that Phillip had caressed my breasts and ass already or that Phillip had left with my bra and, thong in his pocket!
As soon as I got in the hot tub, I made a grab for my husbands cock, I worked it hard before positioning myself on top of it and, he fucked me in the hot tub; we got out before he cum as we didn’t want to contaminate the tub with his semen.
Kevin liked how I was that night, we continued to fuck when we got into bed; he asked me why I was so horny? He asked me if it was because of Phillip and I told him that it may have been; he liked my answer.
The next morning, Kevin called me and told me that Phillip had said how much he enjoyed the previous night, he suggested that Phillip come over again on Friday evening as none of us had to work on Saturday; I readily agreed!
My husband was delighted that I wanted sex every night for the next three night’s, I had a feeling that he knew what had increased my already high sex drive but, I didn’t let on that I couldn’t wait to see Phillip again!
Friday arrived and I couldn’t wait for the evening to come around, I chose a bright red, short cotton dress; it was sleeveless and had a loose fitting, low neckline. My husband thought that I looked very sexy. I secretly wished that my husband would massage my feet and knees again like he did the other night because, I wore my tiniest red bra and, thong set under my dress.
The preparations for dinner had been done, I showered and shaved my pussy for the second time that day and dressed in my sexy outfit; I couldn’t wait for our guest to arrive and, I almost fainted when I heard a knock on the door.
I rushed to open it and found my handsome black man standing there; he stood looking at me for a minute before throwing his arms around me as he gently kissed me.
His hands found their way to my ass and he said, “Wow, you look so sexy tonight.”
He kissed me a second time as he squeezed my cheeks; my heart was racing and, I kissed him the third time.
“Thank you,” was all that I could get my mouth to say.
“I love this dress,” he said as he rubbed my cheeks.
We joined my husband at the grill, I handed our guest a cold beer and my husband his bourbon; I sat next to Phillip on one of the benches and I guessed that the guys had been talking at work because Phillip said to Kevin something that shocked me.
He said, “You don’t mind if I kiss your sexy, little wife again; do you bud?”
“I’ve told you, I don’t care what you do,” Kevin answered with a grin on his face, “Kiss her as much as you want.
I felt my already hard nipples harden even more when Phillip moved his hand around my back and pulled me to him; he gave me a three second kiss directly on my lips in front of my husband and said, “God, you’re sexy.”
Then, he kissed me again as his hand started to run up and down my back, I quickly opened my eyes for a second and looked at Kevin; he was smiling at me. Phillip kissed me a third time; this kiss lasted at least six seconds.
The kiss ended when Kevin informed us that the steaks were almost ready, I got up and went to the kitchen to get the baked potatoes. Phillip followed me and as I bent forward to get the potatoes out of the oven, I felt two hands caress my ass through my dress.
“God, that’s a sexy dress,” Phillip said softly, “And an amazing ass.”
I closed the oven and placed the hot tray on the counter top, I was trembling with excitement; his hands came around to my tummy and I sighed as his lips started to kiss my neck.
My perfect life took yet another turn when he moved my hair to one side and started to lick my neck. I was gripping the tray as his hands moved up my tummy and found my breasts. He gently squeezed them before running his fingers over my nipples that were now, trying to force their way through the lace of my bra and, the thin cotton dress. Twenty seconds flew past and, it seemed like an eternity but, I had to get the potatoes outside before my husband came in to see what was taking so long.
I turned around and Phillip was so close to me that I could feel his breath on my face; his hands found my cheeks again and he kissed my lips, he kissed me again and the third kiss was the longest. I was out of it, I was lost in our world; all I could think about at this precise moment in time was Phillip and what I wanted.
I suddenly heard my husband’s voice and I opened my eyes, I was startled to see Kevin standing in the kitchen looking at me and our guest.
“I wondered what was taking so long,” Kevin joked, “I’ll take the tray of potatoes out while you pair finish your kissing.”
Phillip, still holding my ass said, “Sorry bro, her lips are just too sexy not to kiss.”
I tried to pull away from the guy who had captivated me so much but, I didn’t want to.
“You’re all good,” my husband said as he grabbed the try from behind me, “Take your time, I won’t disturb you anymore.”
My eyes briefly looked into my husband’s eyes, I wanted to see if he was mad but, he smiled,
I could tell from the look that he gave me; he was enjoying this as well.
“One more kiss then,” Phillip said as Kevin walked to the French doors with the tray.
Phillip’s mouth met mine and he kissed me, this kiss wasn’t a short, friendly kiss, this kiss was powerful and meaningful. His hands were squeezing my ass tightly and, I’m sure that I felt his tongue lick my bottom lip.
I opened my eyes for a second to see if my husband was still there; he wasn’t but, I could see him looking through the open door.
When Phillip went to the bathroom, I asked my husband if he was mad at what he saw, he assured me that he was okay with everything. He told me that he liked watching Phillip kiss me and touch me; I told him that I liked it as well. He told me to take things as far as I want, he even said that I could have his cock and he wouldn’t mind, he would actually like it if I did!
There were a lot of innuendoes flying around throughout the evening, which kept me wet and excited; there were also a lot of kisses from our guest, even in front of my husband, who didn’t seem to mind at all.
It was around ten-thirty when Phillip said that he had better get going, Kevin had consumed at least five full glasses of bourbon and was feeling tipsy and sleepy at this point.
“Do you have to go?” I asked sadly, “It’s only ten-thirty.”
“I know but, I have to go and look at an apartment early tomorrow,” Phillip informed us, “I hate where I’m living now.”
Kevin asked me to see our guest out while he got into the hot tub; of course I jumped at the chance to be alone with Phillip again. Phillip didn’t waste any time, as soon as we got to the front door; he grabbed me and kissed me tenderly.
His hands were exploring every inch of my ass and mine were doing the same to his. We had at least six kisses, each one was longer than the previous one and, I let out a huge sigh when he cupped my breasts with his strong hands.
I asked him if he had enjoyed the evening to which he said, “I had a sad moment though.”
“Why?”
“Kevin didn’t massage your knees so, I didn’t get to see your pink thong,” he joked.
“It’s not pink today,” I replied, “You still have my pink set; remember.”
He asked me what color I was wearing today and I told him that he would have to guess this evening.
“If I guess, you have to show me,” he teased, “Your bra and thong, always match don’t they?”
I told him that they always do match.
“I say they are red tonight then,” he guessed, “Red to match your sexy dress.”
I giggled and told him that he cheated because he saw my red bra strap.
“No I didn’t,” he said, “Am I correct then?”
I told him that he was correct and, he said, “Now you have to show me to prove that your thong is red.”
I giggled and he said, “She me then.”
I raised the side of my short dress and, showed him my thigh and the waistband of my red thong.
“I need to see the front,” he complained, “I need to see the front.”
He dropped to his knees and with one hand on each side of my dress; he pulled the front of it up, right to my navel! My tiny little, bright red thong, was just inches from his face.
“Phillip!” I said in a startled tone, although this was what I had been praying for.
He stared at my red thong for over a minute, telling me how sexy it looks; he even pointed out that this thong has a little red and white rose at the top of it. The thong was bright red and lace, if you looked closely enough you could see that I have a shaved pussy through it.
After about three minutes of him exploring every inch of my thong with his eyes, I told him to let go of my dress but, to be honest; he could have pulled my thong down and I wouldn’t have cared.
He let go of my dress and it fell back to its intended position, he stood up and held my breasts as we kissed.
He gave me a pleasant surprise when he said, “Now, I’m going to kiss you.”
I replied, “You’ve been doing that all evening.”
He said, “Not like that, I’m going to kiss you, I’m going to kiss you properly.”
My perfect life took yet another turn when I puckered my lips and waited.
His fingers were rubbing my already hard nipples as I closed my eyes and lifted my head up a little. His nose touched mine and I knew that his lips were almost to mine. My heart was racing and my breathing was heavy.
I tried telling myself to stop this now but, the devil on my shoulder was winning this battle. My hands were tightly gripping his ass and I felt his breath on my lips. I felt his soft lips touch mine and I climaxed; this wasn’t a kiss like we’ve shared before, oh no; I could feel the electricity building up in our bodies.
His mouth opened and engulfed my lips; his tongue forced its way into my mouth, although there was very little resistance from me. Our mouths were one, his tongue explored mine and he squeezed my breasts hard as our tongues tasted each others!
Our mouths were locked together for well over a minute, his saliva tasted delicious and I wanted to taste every bodily fluid that was his, yes every bodily fluid! The crescendo of emotions rushed all over my body as we kissed, passion, lust and raw energy was in that kiss.
We broke from our little world and I said softly, “You’d better go, I have to join Kevin.”
“God, you’re sexy,” he whispered, “I want you.”
I couldn’t help myself; I couldn’t stop myself, I replied, “I want you too!”
Our eyes locked together and I melted again; I realized that he was still playing with my boobs, I said softly, “You have to let go of my tits.”
“One more kiss and, I will go,” he whispered.
I puckered my lips again and, my perfect life took its final turn of the night when, he took hold of my hands and pushed them to the front of his jeans. I gasped briefly before his lips found mine again. My hands were rubbing his huge, hard cock; I squeezed it and rubbed it as we shared another deep, passionate kiss. His cock felt like it was at least eight inches long and harder than anything I had ever felt before.
“See you tomorrow sexy,” he whispered as we broke from our kiss. My hands were still grasping his hard cock.
“Tomorrow?” I quizzed.
“Yes, Kevin has invited me over again tomorrow evening,” he said.
“Fantastic!” I shouted with excitement, “Now let go of my tits and go before I do something that I shouldn’t.”
“Do it,” he teased.
“I can’t, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I answered as we kissed for the final time that night and, he walked to his car.