Joy sucks the team
One night, when my wife Joy and I were making out and she had my cock in her hand and I played with her clit, she asked me about my buddies, the guys I played basketball with. They always make a big deal about her breasts whenever she comes to the games, or goes out with us afterward for beers. They tease her unmercifully.
“Do they act like that with every girl?” she asked, trying not to be too curious.
“No,” I said. “They just go nuts over your boobs. They’re always asking what they’re like and stuff.”
“Really?” she said, her hand quickening on my cock.
“Why?” I asked.
She blushed and hid her face against my chest. “I have this fantasy sometimes …”
“I go to the game and then afterwards, you guys take me someplace and I get drunk and you make me strip in front of your friends …and they masturbate while they look at my breasts.”
The thought of her flashing those fabulous jugs in front of my buddies did give me kind of thrill. I knew the guys would go nuts if something like that happened. And the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on. I knew it would give her a thrill to show off her tits like that and I’d been bragging for a long time how great they were to my buddies. Hmmm.
About a week later, we had another game at the park and we won by a couple of points. Afterward, since it was Al’s birthday, we went to his house to celebrate. Joy went with us, of course and Al made a pitcher of “Zombies” for everybody. It wasn’t long before we were all feeling pretty good, especially Joy, who never drinks much. Somehow she had managed to down two of those damn things and was fairly plastered. You can always tell when my wife is drunk, she gets this “fuck me” look in her eyes that drives guys nuts.
We were still wearing our shorts and t-shirts which by now we’re pretty rank so we ditched the shirts. As the evening wore on, somebody, Al, I think wanted a picture of the team wearing just their jockstraps. He wanted to put it on his internet site. We all laughed about it, and then decided to do it. With Joy watching we dumped out shorts and stood there in jock-straps while she took our picture out by Al’s pool. After she took the pictures everybody dived into the water and we cooled off for awhile. When we went back into the house to watch ESPN, none of us wanted to put our sweaty shorts back on over our wet jocks, so we just walked around with our asses hanging out. Joy kidded us about it, but it was clear she was a little embarrassed and a little turned on.
Later, I was talking to Al and I asked him what he wanted for his birthday, since I hadn’t brought anything with me.
“Look, buddy, just between us, and no offense, but what I would like is a good look at your wife’s tits.”
We laughed, but when I looked across the room at my wife I felt a pulsing between my legs.
I took Joy into the kitchen and started making out with her. I had my hand underneath her blouse, playing with her boobs through her bra, working my thumb inside the C cups that held her twin 38’s so I could tease her nipples.
“Those guys would die if they could see these babies …see big they are, how thick your nipples are …they’d get instant hard-ons.”
She groaned at the thought I put in her head. “I’d like to see their dicks all big and hard …” she whispered. “Shake my tits in front of them so they wanna jack off.”
She arched her back and pushed her tits in my face and moaned.
“Listen, uh …Al told me what he wants for his birthday.”
She rubbed my hard cock through my jock. “What …”
“He wants to see your tits …”
Joy smiled, thinking he was joking. “Oooh, how naughty, bring him in, I’ll suck his cock.”
“No, seriously. That’s what he wants for his birthday.”
Joy stared at him, realizing he was serious. “What did you tell him?” she asked, her feline eyes heavy and filled with lust.
“I told him it was okay with me if it was okay with you.”
She gasped. “Really?”
I nodded. “We’re all friends. What the hell. You wanna?”
She groaned and buried her face against my chest. I slipped my hand around to squeeze her firm, rounded buttocks.
“Should I?” she asked, her voice muffled against my chest.
“If you want to.” I answered. She looked up at me.
I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”
“You’re really hard …is it turning you on …thinking about me showing my tits?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know …kind of. Yeah.”
“Ooooh, that is so hot. What would I do, strip for him, or all the guys?”
I shrugged again. “All of ‘em I guess.”
She rubbed my cock up and down with her hand. “Would they jack off while I did it?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Would you do it, too? Jack off while I showed your friends my tits and my ass?”
She was really rubbing my cock, now. My voice cracked as I said, “Maybe. Yeah. If they did it …yeah.”
“Oh, God …that is so hot …let me blow you. Right now.”
“No, babe …wait …” She pulled my jock to one side and started jacking me off. I had to stop her while she was still hot. I stuffed my cock back inside my jock. “C’mon …” I led her into the living room where the guys, still in their jockstraps, were sitting on barstools, those high ones, watching ESPN. Nobody noticed as I walked over to the stereo and punched it on, finding a jazz station, some low down stuff that was perfect for what we wanted. Lou looked at me, then.
“Hey, we’re watchin’ the game!”
They stopped watching the game when my wife I nodded and gave him a wink, gesturing to my wife. “She wants to show you something.”
Al hit the mute on the t.v. remote and all we heard was the music. Joy stood there, shy, a finger-tip between her teeth, looking at the four guys, and then over at me. I nodded.
She started to sway with the music. I looked at Al who gaped at my wife. “Happy birthday, Al.” He looked at me and bowed, arms up, praising the gods for his good fortune.
Joy swayed gently with the music, reaching to undo the buttons on her blouse. The guys sat there, not daring to breathe for fear she would stop. I walked over and sat by Al. We all watched Joy open her blouse and show us her huge, pear shaped tits encased in her white lace bra. One of the guys gasped out loud. “Oh, jeez!”
Joy smiled, enjoying the reaction. She slid her blouse down her arms and dropped it on the floor. She ran her hands up her flat belly, cupping her breasts so that they almost spilled out over her bra. She moved closer to us, turning now to move gently to the music, her back to us. Slowly, teasingly, she lifted the hem of her short skirt, exposing the lower half of her ripe buttocks. She bent at the waist so that her ass was pushed out toward us, her skirt riding up on her hips. She wiggled her butt and Lou almost fell of his stool. “Holy shit…” he gasped.
Joy pulled her bikini panties up between her buttocks and ground her ass around and around at us. My dick was so hard I thought it would rip through my jock. I looked over at the other guys and they were having the same reaction. Joy turned around and shimmied out of her skirt, kicking it away so that she stood in front us dressed in just her bra, panties and high-heels. The guys were going nuts and she loved it. She reached behind her now and started unfastening her bra.
Everybody froze, waiting for the big moment. The bra popped open and she held it to her tits with her hands for a long few seconds. And then, with everyone not breathing, she slid the bra away, coaxing it down her arms and off. Her breasts were magnificent, big and pear shaped with those thick nipples. She stood there for a moment, her back arched, pushing them toward us, and then she shook them back and forth so that Al let out a cross between a yell and a scream. Joy smiled and began playing with her own tits, pinching her nipples, lifting the big globes so that they pressed together, letting them drop, shaking them again in time to the music. She started to peel her panties down, then and there were whistles from the guys. She stopped just as the top of her triangle of pubic hair came into view.
“Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.” she said in a throaty voice.
I couldn’t believe those words came out of her mouth. I almost came in my jock. The guys looked at each other and then Al pulled his jock aside so that his cock sprang up in front of him. It was really big …thick and long, about nine inches. Joy’s eyes were riveted on it and I read her lips …”Oh my God.” The other guys had their cocks out, now, too. Lou was stroking a mammoth piece of meat, bigger even than Al’s. I looked at Joy to see if she saw it and she had. She was open mouthed with awe and lust. Everybody watched as she resumed peeling her panties down past her pussy. The lips of her puss were folded back with her desire, slimy with her juices, some of it literally oozing down into her pubic hairs, hanging off them in a couple of thin strings. That was when I took my own cock out and started pumping.
“Play with yourself, baby.” I told her.
Joy slowly ran her finger up between the lips of her cunt and got it wet and slick. She rubbed her puss for a few seconds, grinding her hips back and forth, then turned and bent all the way over. She reached back to spread her cheeks and showed us her slick, dripping cunt and her tight little asshole.
“Who wants to smell my pussy?” she said in a voice I hardly recognized. My cock spasmed and I had to concentrate on not cumming.
Joy worked her ass in tight circles, her cheeks spread lewdly in front of us. John staggered to his feet and moved to her, his cock bobbing stiffly in front of him. He went to his knees and put his face close to her ass and pussy. She looked back over her shoulder at him, one big breast pointing to the left. “You want it on your face?”
John only groaned. Joy took half a step back and pressed her spread cheeks to his face, moving her wet pussy around on his face. She groaned suddenly and pulled away. I saw that she had almost cum. She looked at John, still on his knees, his face slick with her juices.
“Do you like it?” she asked. John closed his eyes and jacked himself off.
Joy looked at me and smiled a wicked smile before walking over to stand right in front of Al.
“Wanna play with my tits, birthday boy?”
Al looked at me, pleading for a yes. I shrugged, too turned on to go back. He reached for her greedily, filling his hands with those luscious breasts. She was breathing hard, now and I knew she was over the edge, nothing would bring her back now, but a good cum. She watched Al’s hands work her breasts over, watched him pull on her nipples. She looked over at me, at my cock still in my hand, ready to explode.
This is about a real life of a Taxi driver in a big town night shift...
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