Last Friday I was at my good friend Larry’s, home with some beer and watch a movie. His wife Lynn was out with some of his friends from work. About eleven we just finished the movie and went to a poker program on ESPN.

Lynn walked in a few minutes and it was obvious he didn’t feel any pain. Clearly his night out drinking with the girls had taken a toll on her. Larry, Lynn and I are old and dear friends, so we chatted a little bit about what was happening in our lives.

Lynn finally asked what Larry and I were doing. “Gambling!” I responded for no particular reason.

“Who won?” he asked. As she said she gently threw out to and fro and it was clear that her eyes were not exactly focusing clearly.

“I did it!” I answered. “I won your clothes with a bet from Larry. "

Now I often tease Lynn and didn’t mean much from my comment. I was just having fun. Lynn seemed perfectly relaxed with the concept.

“Is that correct?” He asked to watch Larry. “You lost my clothes to your friend? "

Larry just blew his shoulders tightly. Lynn was convinced that for some reason he was gambling and lost his clothes for me.

“Well, it’s a debt of honor,” he said and began to bang his blouse. Larry and I looked in a slight disbelief, thinking that at any time he would stop and give us hell to tease her like this.

At our surprise she continued until her blouse was completed, removed and deposited on the coffee table. While she bended to put her blouse on the table she took a couple of remote controls. One of them turned off the TV while the other turned on the radio. A soft jazz melody replaced the sound of poker comment.

Lynn gently turned to music and began to undo his skirt. A button, a hook, a short zipper and the skirt was on the floor. She folded it and gently added it to the pile her blouse had started. Lynn now stood there in his pantyhose, white cotton panties and modest white bra. There was the dark light of the softly visible bush through the fabric.

Now the truth is, I saw Lynn in a much more revealing swimsuit than he was wearing. The reality beyond the truth is that Lynn in her underwear was more exciting than Lynn in her swimsuit. I don’t know why, but it was.

Lynn kept moving as he pushed his pantyhose down his knees. Then he sat on a big hassock and finished removing his pantyhose. “I can’t understand how or why you managed to lose my clothes.” He messed with Larry.

Music time was accelerated and Lynn’s movements kept pace. While his feet moved to a rapid pace, his arms slowly curled behind his back. They are held for a minute and then moved slowly forward. While moving his hands lowered and his bra began a slow slipping down his arms and on the pile of clothing on the table.

Wow! A topless Lynn was in front of us still moving in time to an unknown jazz riff. This was supposed to be the end. Lynn had to hear that he called our bluff. Larry had to hear that his wife’s teasing strip was now going too far. I had to move so that the growing swelling in my pants could be easier and less visibly accommodated. Lynn hooked his thumbs under the panties belt and lowered it about an inch, then froze.

The game was definitely over. No, slowly and tirelessly Lynn lowered on the whistle and leaned back. His legs were now in the air rolling back on his back. Raising his hips from the discomfort, he slowly pushed his belt on his hips and thighs. He slowly folded his legs by pulling his knees towards his chest while continuing to slip his panties on his leg. As they passed her knee crush, her open pussy was completely exposed to me and Larry.

Embarrasing in the open pussy of your best friend’s wife is an embarrassing experience. Lynn’s naked shape was magnificent by his half-inch nipples with their soft dark hares to soft brown curls clinging his pubic tumulus. Perhaps most hits of all were her lips of smooth shaved pussy. My tongue clinged to bury in that smooth and wet crevice that hung me in front.

Lynn’s panties passed her toes and she fell in half, half threw them on the pile of clothes. Now his legs stretched out, his pointed fingers, forming an open V. At the apex was the most magnificent pussy I’ve ever seen. The legs moved to the head. While she swirled backwards her ass rose by revealing a soft dark perfect rosebud praying to be caresssed and worshiped.

Then it was over. In the move of a smooth tumbler, Lynn broke forward until his feet met the ground. He continued to turn forward and in an instant he was standing. That beautiful open pussy was replaced by a view of its well sewn bush.

“This is it. Larry, your debt was paid. Sam… I hope you enjoyed the show because it’s not likely to happen again. Now Sam, I want you to take your winnings and I’ll show you to the door. Larry, get your ass in the bedroom and crawl. I’ll be there in a minute. You’re gonna give me the best dick in my life. I swear if I don’t get three good orgasms before your first sperm I’ll cut your balls and give them to the dog. "

Larry stood up and went up to the stairs to the bedroom. I shouted a good night and even fought at my feet. It was impossible to hide the curtain pole in the pants, so I didn’t even try. Lynn took my hand and took me to the front door.

Lynn turned around and confronted me.

“Show me!” He ordered in a tone that was half command, half pure. I hesitated a moment. Without a word, Lynn came forward and began to undo his pants. Belt, snap, zip and my pants and boxers were halfway to the knees. My dick was there to the attention, a pole without his flag.

“Hello!” He said: “but I have to go fuck your friend. Let go.” She turned around and left. I looked until she disappeared at the top of the stairs. Then I closed my pants, I opened the door and I went to the car. At the door of the car I looked at the house, but there was nothing to see. In ten minutes I was at home and in twenty I was pulling away with more intensity than I remembered.

What a nice evening.