3 Days of Watching my Wife Fuck

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Gina immediately told them that if they get behind the wheel of a car in the shape they were in they would most certainly regret it, but they insistently kept rambling on about it.

I noticed at one point Gina got up and clandestinely grabbed a set of car keys one of them had laid down on the night stand, hiding them under a towel by the bathroom. I knew what she was doing and acted as if I hadn’t even seen her do it. I too thought that if they tried driving in the shape they were in they would kill themselves or someone else.

Finally one of the guys said, “Let’s stop talking about and just do it.” He rose up and began scanning the room as he put his shorts and T-shirt back on, feeling his pockets and looking around the floor.

Gina then mischievously said, “You’re not getting the keys,” as she jumped on the bed and pulled her T-shirt down to cover herself.

He immediately began laughing replying, “Ok, what did you do with them?”

Gina put her left hand behind her back acting as if she had them when he playfully knelt on the bed beside her, and jokingly began tickling her. As he did, I can’t tell you what a maximum turn on it became watching Gina tightly clinching her legs together while raising her feet off the bed. As she did, it exposed her beautiful bare ass and pussy and I knew several of them had to see it from where they were sitting.

She kept repeating as she playfully shoved with her right hand and blocked his hands with her knees, “No you can’t have them; you’re going to thank me tomorrow. You can’t have them, you’re all too drunk.”

After a short while watching, I became wildly turned on by it, eventually blurting, “I know how you can get the keys.”

He turned and joking said out of breath, “Hurry, tell me please. God she’s strong.”

One third of my reply was the alcohol talking, while the other two thirds was my overwhelmingly intense fantasy speaking, when I uttered, “You’re just not reaching in the right spots.”

He quickly laughed saying almost out of breath, “I can’t get to her hand, she’s friggin strong as hell.”

I then replied, not quite knowing how Gina would react, “Tickling won’t get them, but groping might.”

Gina’s mouth dropped slightly as she replied with a half smile, “Oh, nice, Scott, you just told a guy to grope me. Do you want to see them drive like this?”

I slammed back the rest of my drink and said, “No, I just wanted to see him grope you.”

It was obvious I had made her a little angry and knew she was more than buzzed. After staring at me for a reaction, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast, asking me “How’s that, honey? Guess what? He still doesn’t have the keys.”

All but one of the guys began nervously laughing putting their shorts back on and gathering their things, with one chuckling as he exited the back door, “Hey if you get the keys and she doesn’t kick the living shit out of you, we’ll be back in the room, come get us.”

The one inebriated guy, Brian, who stayed behind quickly began laughing telling his friend Stan, who by the way nervously still had his hand held to Gina’s breast, “Um, I don’t think the keys are on her boob. Ya might want to keep looking.”

Now if you remember, Gina’s entire mental makeup won’t even allow for her to back down. Somewhere in her brain there is an executable file that reads, “Pissing_contest.exe/default/run/dam/the/consequences/.”

Right or wrong, I began exploiting it to the fullest. However, I believe she comfortably knew that in most situations, especially one as taboo as this, I would back down eventually. As much as I love her, she’s absolutely mental when trying to prove a point, and with the amount of alcohol she had consumed it was enhanced by a factor of ten, so either way, she was as likely to let him feel her entire body as she was to kick him across the room.

What she hadn’t counted on however, was my ever growing erotic desire to escalate it into watching one or both guys put their hands on her. It kept running through my mind as my cock engorged.

My fantasy was progressing in leaps and bounds. Many times in the past I had fantasized about another man fucking her while I watched, but the timing and right series of events never ever fell into place. Oh, how they seemed to be at this very moment.

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