I motioned to Bonnie for her to meet me around the house to let me know what was going on. Once we got there, she said that Anthony was a perfect choice. She was convinced that he was a virgin, and I reflected that that meant she was more likely to let him fuck her without a condom.. She added that even though she was nervous as hell, this might be our one opportunity to live out this fantasy.
I drove over to their house on my Harley and arrived at around eight o’clock. It was nearly dark, and Erin already had the grill going. She looked great. She was wearing a very low-cut, loose-fitting white spaghetti-strap top and very short tan shorts. The shorts showed off her gorgeous legs, and the shirt showed so much cleavage that my knees felt weak.
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It was nearly dark, and Erin already had the grill going. She looked great. She was wearing a very low-cut, loose-fitting white spaghetti-strap top and very short tan shorts. The shorts showed off her gorgeous legs, and the shirt showed so much cleavage that my knees felt weak. After dinner we sat out on the patio and enjoyed the evening and a few beers. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could swear that Erin was bending over more than necessary, allowing me a very nice view of her tits under her loose shirt. Later I noticed her absently rubbing the bottom of her cold beer bottle up and down her chest. I watched as the droplets of water ran down and between those beautiful tits. I still had a nice buzz going, and watching her made me even hornier. We sat there drinking for an hour or so, until Erin suggested we move inside and get the party started. We went into their game room, and immediately Erin challenged me to a game of darts on the electronic dart board. She turned on some music and we played. She beat me in short order, and then proceeded to beat Larry as well. She continued to win consistently as we all continued to drink beer after beer. He went to the bar and pulled out a bottle of bourbon and a shot glass, then declared that the loser of each game had to drink a shot. Winking at me, he said that if we could get Erin drunk, we might have a shot at winning. He then added, in a mock whisper, that the drunker she got, the hornier she got, too. Erin just laughed, but she agreed to the new rules, commenting that she could beat us whether she was drunk or not. But her confidence waned a bit as Larry beat her in the next game. She went to the bar and downed the shot without hesitation. Larry beat me quickly, and then beat Erin again, each of us drinking our shots. By now I was really buzzing, and it appeared that Erin was as well. She started dancing and swaying to the music. Larry now seemed unbeatable. Larry told her that a bet was a bet. But it was as though Larry had read my mind. He grinned at her and said maybe she could take an article of clothing off, rather than take a drink. He then asked me if I thought that would be okay, and I quickly said that it definitely would. I love looking at naked women! Erin just stood there for a moment, then grabbed the bottom of her blouse and began slowly pulling it up. Just as she pulled it high enough to expose the bottom of her huge tits, she let it fall back into place. Laughing at our disappointed expressions, she began to unbutton her shorts. She got them open and, with a twist of her hips, let them drop to the floor. Larry beat me the next game, and I quickly pulled off my shirt. But Erin now seemed more interested in dancing than in playing darts. Then, as the song came to an end, she shouted that she wanted to do something wild. He added that if the lady wanted to go for a ride, I should take her. With a shrug I headed outside with her and started up the bike, while Erin climbed on behind me. Once she was settled in I adjusted my mirrors—not to reflect the traffic lanes behind me, but so that I could see Erin. As she saw what I was doing she smiled and winked at me in the mirror. I asked if she was ready, and then roared off into the night. As we turned onto the main road she pressed tight against me, and I could feel her tits mashing into my bare back. I was wearing only my pants, and all she was wearing was her skimpy top and her thong. We must have made quite a spectacle if anybody saw us. As we rode Erin became more relaxed and loosened her grip on me.
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I motioned to Bonnie for her to meet me around the house to let me know what was going on. Once we got there, she said that Anthony was a perfect choice. She was convinced that he was a virgin, and I reflected that that meant she was more likely to let him fuck her without a condom. She added that even though she was nervous as hell, this might be our one opportunity to live out this fantasy. She said she was willing to give it a try if I was up for it. I agreed entirely, and without hesitation encouraged her to proceed. She said it would probably be best if she just led Anthony to believe he was catching her in an alcohol-induced moment of weakness. She had already told him she was married but had said she had no idea where her husband was. I was so turned on that I was shaking. To my surprise and delight, Bonnie now seemed to take charge! She led me around several houses and through a yard, and we picked what looked like a good place—a good place both for her to take him and for me to watch. She was definitely a little tipsy at this point. I kissed her deeply before she headed back to the fire. Then I waited quietly in unbearable anticipation, praying that she would show up with the young man. The 20 minutes it took before she returned seemed like an eternity. But when I saw her leading him to the spot we had picked out, I knew that my fantasy might really happen! I knew that meant that it was time for the show to begin. Initially, they just kissed and hung all over each other. Then she leaned back against a tree, and I could tell that he was sucking on her nipples, switching back and forth between her beautiful breasts. At some point she got down on her knees and started manipulating his shorts. While looking around nervously, he ran his fingers through her long hair and put one of his hands up against the tree. The kid fucked her mouth for a minute or two, and I started to think that Bonnie had decided just to give him a good blowjob. After several minutes, she stopped sucking him and stood up. But when she leaned up against a tree and lifted her skirt, I knew what was coming next! Given his youth, I was surprised that he found just the soft, steady rhythm she prefers. Within minutes her knees were buckling. He paused briefly to keep her from falling, then licked her clean. I could just about see the outline of her pussy lips as he spread them with every swipe of his tongue. Anthony stood up and dropped his pants around his ankles, fully exposing his hard cock. Bonnie wasted no time working it into her—slowly at first, until it looked like he was all the way in her. They rocked together up against the tree for several minutes, during which he got into a good rhythm and brought her to climax again. He kissed her deeply as she came, perhaps to keep her quiet! I was wondering if the kid had blown his wad inside Bonnie—until I saw her turn around and face the tree, put both hands up against the trunk, and stick her ass out toward him. He took another look around, lifted her skirt over her waist, and then worked himself into her from behind. His hands were clasping her hips, presumably for stability, as he wrapped his legs around the outside of her thighs. He thrust himself into her in a rhythmic upward motion, fucking her hard for a minute or two before she came again. He stopped and balanced himself, then stood entirely still. His muffled groans told me he had just unleashed his youthful seed inside my wife. I heard quiet talking as they both dressed quickly. Then Anthony disappeared into the night. I sat there in amazement. My cock was hard, and I felt like I could come then and there. Bonnie looked over my way before disappearing into the darkness herself. It was so Desperate Housewives! I made my way discreetly back to our tent and waited eagerly for my wife to arrive. When she did, she had a devilish grin on her face. She said she still believed Anthony had been a virgin, and apparently was quite nervous because of his inexperience as well as the fact that she was married. She crawled on top of me and guided my hand under her skirt and inside her panties.