“That’s no cucumber,” I whispered back.
She pulled her hand from my pants. “In that case,” she whispered, as she worked to undo my belt with one hand. I pulled my pelvis away from her enough she could get both hands behind her and on my belt. In a few moments she had my pants sliding down my legs and was pushing my briefs down. “Definitely not a cucumber,” she said, stroking my hard-on. I let one hand let go of her breast and slide down to her crotch, stroking the definitely wet crotch material of her panties. I worked my fingers between her legs, stroking her lips in time with my thumb strokes across her nipple. “Ohhhhhhhh damn honey. You’re making me so wet.”
“Good,” I whispered.
“You keep that up and I’m going to make you put that dick someplace it can do some good,” she whispered breathlessly.
“Any time you want,” I whispered back.
“How about now?” she asked, letting go of my dick. I held her and felt her pushing her pantyhose and panties down. I moved my fingers to let her push them down to her thighs and then slipped my fingers between her legs again, this time slipping my fingers between her wet lips. I stroked her clit softly as she bent over and rubbed my engorged head up and down between her wet lips. I felt her find the entrance to her depths with my head and pushed into her, my head and about two inches sliding into her. I continued to stroke her clit with my fingers while I started to work my dick in and out, lubricating my shaft with her juices. In and out I moved until my body pressed her bare ass with each stroke. I shifted my grip on her body, cupping her right breast with my right hand now, instead of her left, allowing me to start to stroke more strongly into her. “Oh damn. Ohhhhhhh damn that feels good.”
“I’m glad,” I whispered.
“Go faster lover. Go faster. Make me come.”
I grinned to myself and let most of her breast pull from my hand, just holding her nipple between my fingers and the palm of my hand. I straightened up part way and started to drive into her harder, plunging into her with an audible squish. “Oh damn,” I groaned as I felt my urgency building. With her legs pressed together by her pantihose, she was surprisingly snug around my shaft, and the angle was hitting all the right places with ease. I teased her clit and pumped in and out of her, determined to make her climax hard before I couldn’t hold back any further. Each slap of her ass made her tits bounce, the nipple of the one I was holding being stretched and pulled by its weight.
I felt her start to climax. The first little spasms of her pussy around me, coaxing me to plunge even faster. Our bodies slapped together loudly as I pumped my hips, her pussy starting to squeeze tighter, her moans shifting to breathless gasps as her body started to delve into its full climax. I just couldn’t hold back any longer and drove my cock into her hard one last time before letting a long groan out. I felt my cock pump my cum into her, surprising me a little with how much it felt like I was filling her with after the load I’d given her that morning. I caught just the slightest movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked over and saw Diane standing in the family room, looking right at us, one hand over her mouth, the other over her crotch. I had no idea how long she had been there, but from the look of the bumps on the front of her spandex shirt, long enough to get turned on. When she realized I was looking back at her, she blushed and walked quickly and quietly back out of the room. I heard the garage door open and close while I stood there panting, my cock still twitching inside her.
“Ohhhhh damn,” my wife whispered, reaching up and coaxing my hand from her breast. She bent over further and leaned on the counter for support while she panted. “That was…um…intense and unexpected, for both of us, I think. I might have to tease you in the morning a little more often.”
“Any time you want. I won’t argue,” I panted.
“Good,” she said, pushing me back and out of her. She turned to face me and pushed me back with one hand on my chest, looking down at my leaking dick, dripping our come. “You better go clean that thing off and change before Diane comes over. I don’t think she’d appreciate seeing your old man dick hanging out.”
“Never know. She might,” I said, deciding I wasn’t going to tell her that she’d already seen it. THAT fight I didn’t want to start.
“Go on. I have to finish this,” she said, pushing me back further and then pulling her panties up. “Damn! I’m going to be leaking you all night!” she said as she bent to step out of her dress and push the pantyhose all the way off. “Bring me something to wear too, will you?” she said as she tossed me her dress and bra.
“Sure,” I said, walking down the hall with my pants held up around my thighs. I tossed the dress on the bed and then stepped over and pulled the bra from within the dress. It wasn’t even close to one of the regular heavily padded ones she usually wears to keep her rather large nipples from showing through the dresses. She always said it was embarrassing to have her nipples show if they got chilled or anything. This bra would most certainly allow that, the thin lace cups clearly not up to the job of hiding them.
I stripped and pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of Under Armor workout shorts. I walked to her dresser and pulled out some of her spandex workout pants and a shirt. I picked up the sports bra laying on top of her dresser and then grinned to myself, dropping it back where I found it. I walked out to the kitchen, pausing to watch her for a few moments, finishing dinner in nothing but a pair of panties with a very definitely wet crotch.
“Here you go,” I said, holding the pants and shirt out for her when she noticed me standing and watching her.
“Having fun watching?” she asked, walking over for the clothes I was holding out for her.
“I was,” I nodded, as she took the clothes from me. She set them on the counter and then dug through them.
“No bra?”
“Just figured you wouldn’t mind not wearing it this once.”
She looked at me for several seconds. “Okay. I won’t,” she said as she tossed the shirt on the table. She stepped to me and pushed my shorts down. She tugged on the waistband of my briefs. “Guess you wouldn’t mind not wearing these then, just this once,” she said with a naughty grin. “Hope you don’t mind showing Denise your hard-on, cuz you know damn well what’s gonna happen if I don’t wear a bra.”
I knew exactly what would happen if she didn’t wear a bra and her tits were bouncing around. Just having had sex or not, I was damn well going to end up with a boner that would be all the more obvious in the thin workout shorts.
“In fact, I insist!” she said, reaching her other hand to my hip and pushing them down. “You take these off and I’ll go without the bra in that shirt.”
“You sure about that?”
“I insist!” she said with a naughty grin on her face.
I took my shorts and briefs off and then pulled my shorts back on while she watched. I couldn’t help but get a partial hard-on just thinking about what was going to happen. Was that bad?
She dressed in her spandex top and knee length pants and then we sat down to dinner, her nipples poking the top out obviously.
We finished dinner and then retired to the family room to watch TV until Diane came over, IF she came over after walking in on us. Unlike normal, my wife didn’t sit down at her end of the sofa, instead she sat on the oversized recliner that was “mine” squeezing in with me and pressing herself against me. She wrapped one of my arms around her shoulders and pulled my hand down to her chest as she got comfortable. My fingers rested on her left breast, and my fingers were soon teasing slowly over and around her spandex covered nipple. I guessed she didn’t mind since she slipped her hand into my shorts and was playing with my dick at the same time. It was almost like she WANTED me to have a hard-on when Diane came over. If that was her intent, she succeeded.
Somehow thinking that my wife was intentionally trying to show off my hard-on to her friend made it impossible to get it to go down. I could tell it was horribly obvious and I saw Diane looking at it frequently as we stretched. Of course my wife’s tits wiggling around in the spandex shirt every time she bent or twisted didn’t help. I swore she was intentionally wigging her chest to MAKE them move. It was my night to run on the elliptical while my wife rode the stationary bike. The two machines were set next to each other in the room, so as she rode, I could easily see her tits wiggle around. I could also see her round ass wiggle side to side with each pedal stroke. My mind drifted to a thought that had come all too often when we worked out together, pulling my wife’s pants down as she was bent over on the bike and sticking ‘ol mister happy’ into her, which did little to make ‘mister happy’ take a nap. No, he stayed quite hard making a significant tent in my shorts as Diane slowly walked around us, encouraging us to push harder, which brought all the wrong images to mind. Normally I did get a hard-on watching my wife work out, but with briefs to keep it corralled it wasn’t exactly a problem. Today that wasn’t the case and each time she walked past me I could see her eyes flick down to my dick and a little smile creep to her lips.
I knew she had to have seen it pumping into my wife earlier. I also felt like my wife was intentionally trying to flash me, or at least keep me interestingly hard, for Diane. I was tempted to just pull down my shorts and let her get another look! True I wasn’t thinking with my brain at that point, but I also knew that there was no way I was going to be cheating on my wife. It hadn’t happened in forty years, and it wasn’t about to happen now. That didn’t stop me from noticing that Diane’s nipples were hard and poking out HER shirt!