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{ASS} One Sunday Afternoon {pokeyrider2000@yahoo.com}
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author: pokeyrider2000@yahoo.com
date: 5/18/2003
MMF, wife, mast, exhib, nosex

One Sunday Afternoon

This is a true story that happened one Sunday
afternoon. My wife got carried away or should I say
lead astray. My wife is about 5'8", very dark straight
shoulder length hair. Nicely shaped B size breasts
with half dollar sized red aureoles, well proportioned
slender but soft build. Her complexion is a reflection
of her Pacific Island heritage. 

My friend invited us over for an afternoon cookout. He
is living the American Dream, successful business,
great looking wife, kids, fabulous house, the works. I
on the other hand, work too much and never seem to get
caught up. However, I do have a fantastic, exciting
wife. Most people, including Mark would agree. I try
not to boast, but I do give my wife the praise she
deserves whenever the opportunity presents itself. The
most recent occasion happened in the clubhouse after a
golf outing.

The guys were complaining about their wives not
putting out. In this group, and in general, I have
always come across as the mysterious silent type.
During this conversation I did not say anything. It
came up that they thought I was the kind that doesn't
show it but lives the sex lives they thought they
deserved. The spotlight was on me. What was I supposed
to do? Let Meg down?  I embellished a little, well a
lot actually. They left with the impression my wife
kept me more than satisfied. I had had a few drinks
already but remember quoting her request before I left
for golfing that day, "Give it to me before you go,
from behind". She has requested sex like this, but not
then or very often for that matter. It was the alcohol
talking, I just wanted these friends to think I had
something too. A smug calm settled in. 

I know Mark is at the least curious about my wife's
sexuality. Whenever we have been together, I've caught
him taking peeks of her. Trying to sneak a view down
her shirt and the like. He is very personable in
general, but seems to almost flirt with her in casual
environments. We were recently out to eat with Mark
and his wife. Among other things we talked about our
recent holiday to St. Martin. Mark's wife tends to be
nosy and asked about topless beaches. Meg replied that
she did go topless at the beach in a tone of false
modesty. She even mentioned that we bought a sun lamp
so she can maintain her tan. Mark's wife is a bit of a
prude, the conversation changed subject as she pressed
for other tidbits of gossip she could spread later.

On the Sunday we visited, Mark's wife and kids were
gone to her mother's to visit with unexpected family
visitors. What a relief I thought. I have to admit,
she looks great. She is at the same time rather
unpleasant, nosy, insincere. If she could just keep
her mouth shut. Anyways, Mark seemed happy to see us.
One-on-one he really is a decent guy, generous and fun
loving. He had Gin and Tonics for everyone in no time.
The three of us were sitting around on deck chairs
chatting, catching up on things. You couldn't ask for
a more pleasant sunny afternoon. We were all in shorts
and T-shirts. My wife's legs were particularly
attractive. They are well proportioned to her body,
appearing long and toned and perfectly colored by the
summer sun's rays. She wore her red shorts, my
favorites. Thin, red, loose fitting material that is
just long enough to cover her cheeks in the back by an
inch or two. When she is sitting you can see right up
the legs. When she is playful (or careless) she will
give me a view of her panties. 

Mark went into the house fetching the steaks and
trimmings that were about to be grilled. My wife got
up from her chair heading for the bathroom. When she
was close enough I grabbed her left leg pulling her to
me. I started caressing up and down her legs, then
followed them up into her shorts kneading her ass
cheeks through her white cotton panties. She exclaimed
about how naughty I was while making a half-hearted
attempt to continue on her way to the bathroom. "Stop
it, Mark might see," she said in a voice that gave
away her rising level of excitement. She slipped away
when it sounded like Mark was actually returning. 

A few minutes later, while we were standing around the
grill, I noticed Meg's nipples poking through her
T-shirt. I knew it was not for the cold. I mused to
myself over her state of excitement. I made eye
contact with her and then looked right to her nipples.
She gave me a dirty look and continued on as though
nothing was up. While we finished cooking and then
ate, I took every opportunity to cop a feel. I was
starting to feel the buzz of my two G&T's. I think my
wife was starting her second. I know she was looser
than usual.

I wasn't paying attention to the conversation until I
realized we were talking about St. Martin. That trip
still gives me an erection. I explained to Mark about
Meg's tan lines. On top there was only a light one,
whereas it was much more defined on the bottom. I told
him about the bikini I picked out for her before we
left. And about the one she already had. Meg was
blushing but took it all in. Even added that she felt
she could be herself there without people looking down
there nose of judgment at her. Dinner finished, my
wife was taking things from the deck into the kitchen.


Mark and I were still talking about St. Martin. I was
telling him about how Meg was so excitable there, I
could not believe it. I told him about how she could
not wait to take her top off. While walking on the
path to the beach, she would eagerly inquire, "Should
I take my top off now?". I told him about having sex
several times each day. I didn't tell him about some
of the more adventurous sex (for us anyway). Like when
we did-it at night on the rocky shoreline not far from
the restaurant we just ate at. Or our first anal
experience, or the extended periods of finger games I
played with my wife's body. Etc., etc. 

I ran to the car to get our bag with swim gear in it.
Mark slid the glass door, opening the pool room to the
deck. While digging through the bag, I noticed my wife
had brought both bikinis along. I also noted Mark's
nonchalant peering while I was riffling. Mark and I
slipped into our suits and then the pool for a couple
of quick laps. Just as we finished and were about to
sit in the poolside lounge chairs when my wife finally
joined us. 

"That's not fair, I didn't even get wet and you guys
are done already", pouted Meg. "I'll make you a deal,
if you bring us each another drink, I will let you
swim all you want," Mark stated. Like he could care if
anyone swam in his pool. But she bit; off for a couple
more G&T's for Mark and & I. From our reclined angle
on the lounge chairs it was possible to get fleeting
glimpses of my wife's panties and ass. I was getting
excited. I don't think she knew. I sure wasn't going
to say anything. I'm sure Mark noticed too. Meg
returned with the drinks and served us like a
waitress, then waited for her tip. I reached up and
playfully slapped her on the rear to which she
squealed and then exclaimed, "Is that how you treat
your slave?" "I'm going for a swim," she finished and
turned for the bag. 

I asked why she brought both bikinis along. "I
couldn't make up my mind. Besides they don't take up
much space," Meg stated. "I'll say," I quietly replied
turning to my friend. "Which will you wear?" I
inquired. "I don't know if I am feeling like turquoise
or silver", she responded. I couldn't believe what
came out of my mouth next, "why don't you try them
each on for us, we'll decide for you." I heard Mark
swallow. "OK, but no leering", was Meg's retort. I
couldn't believe what I heard. If I'm not mistaken, I
proposed, and my wife accepted, an invitation to model
her bikini's for my friend and I. I took a big sip. 

Mark and I made small talk while pretending not to
watch Meg take the bag into the changing room. The
changing room was directly across the pool from where
we were reclined, no obstructions. I hadn't taken
notice before, but it is just a little booth like at
stores for trying on clothes. The door only covered
from about knee high to just about level with the top
of my wife's head. Here I was, watching my wife change
in front of not only my eyes but my friend's too. Our
conversation droned on while watching Meg raise her
arms and remove her shirt. From the movement of the
top of her head we could tell she next was fiddling
with and removing her bra. We watched as she bent down
reaching into the bag for her bikini top. It was going
to be silver first. After she had it on and adjusted
she slid her shorts down her legs and into our view.
Then she pulled her panties down into view. As she was
stepping out of them, I was so glad I had a liner in
my swim trunks to hold my erecting penis in check. I
could not believe my wife was naked just a few yards
away behind a flimsy swinging door. I forgot about
Mark. I don't even know if we were still talking. 

Meg opened the door and walked towards us. Being
gentlemen, we pretended we hadn't noticed that she was
even done changing. She was red with embarrassment.
"Gray works for you," I blurted out. "Now I know why
you have been bragging so much", Mark stated. That
eased the tension a little. I asked her to turn around
so we could have a good look. She piped up, "You are
supposed to be helping me decide what to wear, this is
not a show". Then she turned around. I was so proud of
my wife. This is the new suit. It is a gray with
silvery flecks in the material. The waistband and the
borders of the top have black edging. This suit is not
as high cut as the other one. The strips of material
that go around the sides of her waist are very thin
holding the front and rear triangles of material
together. The back covers most of her cheeks leaving
the lower edges and sides bare. The top is traditional
triangles with over-the-shoulder and around-the-back
straps. She fills the suit perfectly. Her soft smooth
skin just barely bulges at the edges of the suit
giving the impression that she is just running over a
bit. I wanted to touch her and reached out
instinctively, but she recoiled, "no touching". "OK,
now for turquoise", she stated. She was enjoying this
very much.

Again the peep show. We watched intently. This time
she strided over with confidence. We did not pretend
not to notice and were staring, even leering. This one
is a bright green or turquoise with flowers. Made of a
stretchy almost elastic type material. It is high cut
on the sides and has a nice snug fit. We were sitting
partially reclined and her waist was just about eye
level. With her standing right in front of us, we
could see the material over her mound was pulled tight
enough to outline the lips below that triangle of
cloth below her belly. She looked fantastic. This time
she came in very close so we could get a very nice
view. She turned and strutted back and fourth while
readjusting her bottoms. Inserting her fingers in each
side of her rear covering to make sure the edging was
riding in just the right place. She did not pull the
elastic all the way out to cover her skin. But
more-or-less forming a straight line from the point
where the rear fabric attaches at her hips down to
where the edge disappears between her legs. She
adjusted the hip bands up then down looking to place
them just on top of her tan line. "Wow, how exciting,"
I stated. "I like the green," Mark affirmed. 

I caught Mark's attention and pointed to my wife then
the pool. We lunged toward her, each grabbing an arm
and leg. Meg kicked and screamed demanding that we let
her down. One, Two, Three, and away she went,
splashing into the pool. While she was kicking and
twisting her suit became bunched up in front, we both
could clearly see her tan line and a strip of hair on
each side of her bikini. This was getting good. Mark
and I jumped in too. A game of splashing ensued. At
one point I grabbed Meg from behind locking her arms
behind her. I purposefully was rubbing my member on
her ass as she struggled. We played some basketball.
When going for loose balls both Mark and I each ended
up jumping onto Meg a couple of times. I took
opportunities to grab her under the water whenever I
could. After a while Meg tired of the splashing. She
started to relaxingly make her way around the pool
while floating behind a kickboard.

Mark and I put on diving masks and fins. After
throwing a quarter, we would race to see who could get
it first. As you know the clarity underwater in a 
pool is perfect with this kind of mask. As we swam
anywhere near Meg, we both strained to take in the
view from below. Her body from below her breasts was
hanging in the water behind the board. I made no
secret about my ogling of Meg. Nor did Mark. We would
turn completely to the side as we swam by. Her legs
and ass were so inviting as the muscles were being
alternatively contracted and stretched. The quarter
always seemed to end up just in front of where Meg was
heading. On the last throw I motioned to Mark to watch
me. We dove in, swam to where Meg was gently kicking.
I reached up and ran my hand up her thigh and onto her
ass. I gently squeezed it. We surfaced just behind my
wife. "You naughty boys," she lazily stated.

She now had her feet on the bottom leaning forward on
the board just floating as if in a tired daze. Mark
and I were crouched down floating so our masks were
just under the surface watching her from behind. I
reached forward and took hold of her hips, then gently
stroked my hands up to the sides of her breasts and
down to her knees. I was more-or-less straddling her
legs. She just passively let me continue without any
resistance. On my next pass up I ran my hands slowly
up the back of her thighs over her ass all the way up
her back onto her shoulders. Mark was floating just to
the right of us watching everything. I kneaded her
shoulders and neck for a minute or so. By now we had
floated our way to the edge of the pool. The kickboard
was firmly resting against the side of the pool. Meg
was totally lost in her massage, even letting out
groans of release. I continued massaging as I slowly
worked my way down her back. I paused when I reached
her bikini bottoms, then continued down kneading her
ass muscles for almost a minute. I continued lower to
her thighs. 

I concentrated on one leg at a time. Working my way
from her knee up to where her skin ended and her
bikini began. I then worked the other leg lifting it
from the bottom pulling it to me. This caused her legs
to be spread pretty wide. I massaged up to her bikini
line again. This time I continued up kneading the
flesh that was just outside the elastic band of her
bikini. I continued massaging each cheek while working
the material toward her crack. By now Mark could
clearly see tan lines on both sides of her cheeks as
her bikini was more or less transformed into a thong.
I was fully erect and enjoying my wife's show. She had
to know, but put up no resistance. 

Again I worked my way up her back. When I reached the
strap that held her bikini top in the back, I began to
play with the straps as though I was struggling and it
was in the way. I whispered, "Let's get this out of
the way." She told me not to release it. But I did
anyway. Then pushed the straps forward and off her
shoulders. The top was still being held in place by
her leaning on the board. She did not say anything.
While working on her shoulders and back I moved in
closer, straddling her thighs with my pelvis
occasionally making contact with her ass. I noticed
she would push her bottom up to meet my pelvis when I
was about to reach forward for her shoulders. After a
while she whispered that she was getting cold and
uncomfortable. Mark offered to turn the fireplace on,
and suggested we could warm-up in front of it.

We worked our way to the steps of the pool, Mark was
in front. Meg was holding her top in place with her
crossed arms. I helped Meg up the pool steps by
placing my left hand low on her bottom, lifting as we
climbed. I slipped my middle finger between her legs
rubbing forward and back. She said nothing. I grabbed
the towel offered by Mark and proceeded wiping my wife
dry while she continued holding her top in place.
Meanwhile Mark turned the gas on and lit the fire. He
also threw a thick blanket down on the carpeted floor
just in front of the radiating heat. I motioned for
Meg to lay down on the blanket so I could finish her
massage. She laid face down, stretching her arms
forward and across. I took up straddling her legs
while Mark was sitting near where her arms were
resting. 

I used the towel to finish drying her, being careful
not to miss anyplace. I then laid the towel to the
side and began kneading her upper arms and shoulders
again. I asked Mark for some oil. He quickly returned
with a bottle of scented massage oil of some sort. I
dribbled some down her back and across her shoulders
and proceeded to rub it in. The light from the flames
made a most erotic sight as it reflected off her oil
shined skin. I worked my way down her back to the top
of her bottoms again. I jumped over and started at the
bottom of her thighs. Oil and massage, working my way
up each leg. Once her legs were done, I poured oil in
the palm of my hand and worked it under the side of
her bikini working it into her white flesh. I was
massaging her ass cheek under her bikini bottom from
the side. I bundled the material in the center pushing
it into her crack. I slide her legs apart a little so
the material was not so bunched up where it ran down
toward her front. When Her cheeks were fully massaged
I focused my attention on the area still covered
running from the base of her spine along her crack and
to the front of her crotch. I put more oil in my hand
and while lifting the material away from ass I let the
oil drip directly into her ass crack. 

The oil ran from the highpoint of her ass crack down
into the folds of skin leading to her vagina and up
toward the base of her back. I then used my forefinger
to gently trace the trail of her crack from her spine
to where it disappeared between her legs. Then gently,
but with a little more downward pressure, I traced it
back up again. On each pass I exerted a little more
downforce. My finger sunk further into her crack with
each pass. I could feel some of her hairs around her
anus and forward from there. While retracing upward I
could now feel the rearmost folds of her vagina and
the formation of her anus. On the way back down I was
rubbing right on the bottom of her crack. Slowly I
could feel as her pelvis bone dropped away giving way
for her anus. She cringed as my finger ran over her
opening. I rubbed back and forth  on the opening of
her vagina. She was lifting and lowering her bottom to
meet my fingers movement. 

My finger then traced its up and over Meg's perineum
again and found her rear opening. My finger circled
this opening about an inch from the center and slowly
spiraled its way toward the opening itself. Meg arched
her back spreading her legs even more to provide my
finger clearer access to this sensitive spot. I ran my
finger up and while putting greater downward pressure
I slide my finger over the hole again, back and
fourth. Each time adding a little more pressure, each
time her anus opened a little more. Back and fourth. I
then switched to my pinkie finger. Now her rectum was
accepting my small finger as it slid over the opening.
I stopped and inserted it just a little and withdrew
again. My wife was getting twitchy and I knew I had to
advance on her clitoris. I motioned for her to roll
over onto her back. She started to roll, then
hesitated, then continued while holding her top to her
breasts. Once over she laid her arms to her sides and
closed her eyes. I dribbled oil on her stomach and
began massaging it in. Working my way up. I jumped
over her bikini top and did her shoulders, then
working my way down I lowered her top exposing her
breasts to Mark. I kneaded them with oil and pulled
and rolled the nipples in my fingers, Meg moaned in
time with my manipulations. 

Working my way down I reached her bikini bottom and
worked my way under the elastic band. My hand felt the
hair covering her mound as I worked my way down to her
lips and clitoris. Meg was almost in a trance. I
wanted to see how she would respond if I attempted to
remove her bottoms. So I pulled downward a little on
each hip strap. She unhesitantly lifted her hips
allowing me to remove the last bit of clothing from
her excited body. I poured oil onto her pubic hair
massaging it downward into and over the lips of her
pussy. I worked it into and around her clitoris. She
began to writhe in conjunction with my manipulations.
My wife started ordering my fingers to follow her
instructions. Faster, higher, in fast and out slowly
rubbing over my clit, two fingers, three. Touch my
bottom, play with it. She had grabbed her left nipple
with her right hand and was pulling and squeezing. She
then tired of giving orders and grabbed the three
fingers of my hand with her left and was rubbing
herself as she saw fit. She increased the speed, then
slow and back and forth, in and out. Her climax was
building. I was massaging her anus and inserting one
finger at a time a little further each time.

Her hips were off the floor continuously pumping up
and down. She barked out "Squeeze my tits!" She had
one already. The only person with a free hand was
Mark. He sprang up onto his knees almost over Meg's
face and grabbed her right breast. "Pinch the nipple,
pull on it," Mark's hands responded. "That's it, just
like that." She took her right hand from her tit and
moved it to her clitoris. Mark grabbed right on giving
this breast equal treatment. My wife let go of my hand
telling me to keep working my fingers in and out of
her vagina while her left hand continued to manipulate
her clitoris. My other hand was down massaging and
fingering her ass. Mark had both hands full of Meg's
tits. He was on hi knees just over Meg's head reaching
down to her chest. We were all working for her
impending climax. What caused her to do it, I do not
know. She moved her right hand up and through the leg
of Mark's swim trunks and grabbed onto his erection.
She just started pumping him right there. Within
seconds he too was obviously close to coming. 

Meg had her pussy up as high off the blanket as she
could stretch. Her back was fully arched. I had three
fingers working into and out of her pussy and the
middle finger of my other hand was buried in her ass
wiggling it back and forth inside of her. Mark was
pinching and pulling on her nipples while Meg was
pumping him off. They came together. Meg began
squealing and tensed up except for her hand moving
back and forth up Marks suit. Mark was grunting as he
pumped his pelvis back and forth just over Meg's head.
We were locked in these positions as the waves of
pleasure washed over Meg and Mark.

I saw Mark's suit become rewetted in front and then
his semen started to run down Meg's arm. After what
seemed like an hour Meg slowly lowered her body back
to the blanket and removed her hand from Mark's
trunks. She got up, grabbed her bikini and darted to
the bathroom. "Wow, I don't believe what just
happened", Mark uttered. Not to miss an opportunity,
"I never know what to expect from her. But it is
always good."

After this incident, we really did not spend much time
with Mark and his wife again. Meg always found an
excuse that conflicted with any plans to spend time
together. We never really discussed it either. I would
rib her about what she did on occasion. She would just
get a little embarrassed and say it was my fault.


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