I am 29 years old and my wife Sophie is 26 and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, with her 36-23-36 figure and short, copper hair. She has never worked in her life but despite this, she has plenty to keep her going.
In the hottest week of last summer, I had to go north to visit some clients and I told Sophie I would let her know when I would be coming back. I hated working in this glorious weather so I worked like hell and finished early. I didn't call Sophie to tell her I would be home a day early, thinking it would be a nice surprise and we could spend a lazy day in the garden.
I arrived back mid-afternoon and after going indoors and shouting to Sophie, there was no answer, so I went upstairs, dumped my suitcase of dirty washing in the bathroom and wandered into the bedroom. It felt good to be back and even better when I looked through the window and saw Sophie sitting on the terrace below me. I was just about to open the window and call down to her when a man appeared with a bottle of wine.
I didn't move a muscle as I watched him kiss her on the lips and it wasn't until he turned that I recognised him as a young man from Sophie's amateur dramatics society. Sophie looked stunning in a tiny green bikini and after giving this bloke an eyeful, she drained her glass and lay down on a towel on the lawn. He quickly joined her but I couldn't hear what they were saying, so I scooted down to the kitchen and peered through the blinds by the open window.
Sophie told Simon to take off his shirt and I saw that his body had more ripples than the sea. He lay back on the towel and Sophie grabbed some suntan lotion and massaged it into him, before removing her top and massaging her own breasts with oil, until her nipples were fully extended. During the next few minutes, Simon didn't seem to take his eyes off those delicious pleasure domes.
Sophie then told him to take off his shorts and let the sun get to his legs. His comment that he couldn't because he never wore underpants, only resulted in a squeal of delight, and Sophie promptly stood up and removed her bikini bottoms, revealing the brown bush that I had always believed no other man would see. She allowed Simon a lengthy look at her full frontal nudity, before she bent before him and pulled off his trousers.
Sophie never took her eyes off his erection as she picked up the oil and knelt at his feet. I admit to being glued to the spot with a full erection, but it wasn't until Sophie had inched her way between his thighs, applying oil to the top of his legs, that his cock must have completely stiffened. Sophie's eyes seemed to widen as she watched his cock hover over his belly button, then she wiped her hands and lifted it up.
I am quite proud of my seven inches but this man must have been a good two inches larger. Sophie started wanking him with one hand and caressing his balls with the other. She then lowered her head and her tongue flicked around his bulbous end and licked his sensitive underside, until the thrusting of his hips had her taking about three inches of him in her mouth. When his movements got out of control, she wanked him with both hands and it was only seconds before Simon's legs went rigid and, with a huge sigh, he dumped his semen into my wife's eager throat.
I watched them cuddle for a while but when Sophie's fluttering fingers failed to arouse any signs of life from the flaccid penis, she became annoyed and suggested that it was time for him to leave. I shot upstairs, grabbed my case and ran out to my car. I drove around for a while and an hour later, decided to ring Sophie and say I was nearly home.
When I pulled into the drive, Sophie greeted me in a T-shirt and shorts and after a very passionate kiss she told me to take a shower and she would wait for me in the bedroom. Sophie went through the same routine with me, without the use of oil, apart from the fact that when she'd swallowed me, her caressing fingers made me hard again in minutes. I was able to give her what she had been striving for all afternoon.
Nothing like that has happened since but I must admit I often think of Simon's big cock pumping into Sophie's mouth and I don't think I'd be averse to repeating the experience, preferably with me in the room as her lover pounds her pussy as well as her mouth.
