They all began repeating things like, “Not as fine as yours, Mrs. Arnett, not as fine as yours… Mr. Arnett, your wife is so fucking hot. Oh, my God you’re hot. Mrs. Arnett, you’re so fucking hot.” I must have always taken it for granted, but she really did look amazing sitting there with only her bikini top on.
She couldn’t stop giggling, telling them “Do you realize I’m thirty-seven years old, and you guys are what, barely twenty-one? You should be chasing those girls gone wild types I see running around here.”
I could tell after the initial embarrassment, she was thoroughly enjoying all the attention and compliments. They never did finish the game, but continued sitting there nude and semi-nude well past their amended five minute rule chitchatting and harassing one another.
Eventually Gina asked me to throw her a T-shirt. I grabbed one of mine thinking it would be long enough to completely cover and tossed it to her. After an hour or so had passed, one guy began talking about going out and finding an all night massage joint, mentioning that he had heard that if you tip really well you might get lucky.
Gina immediately told them that if they get behind the wheel of a car in the shape they were in they would most certainly regret it, but they insistently kept rambling on about it.
I noticed at one point Gina got up and clandestinely grabbed a set of car keys one of them had laid down on the night stand, hiding them under a towel by the bathroom. I knew what she was doing and acted as if I hadn’t even seen her do it. I too thought that if they tried driving in the shape they were in they would kill themselves or someone else.
Finally one of the guys said, “Let’s stop talking about and just do it.” He rose up and began scanning the room as he put his shorts and T-shirt back on, feeling his pockets and looking around the floor.
Gina then mischievously said, “You’re not getting the keys,” as she jumped on the bed and pulled her T-shirt down to cover herself.
He immediately began laughing replying, “Ok, what did you do with them?”
Gina put her left hand behind her back acting as if she had them when he playfully knelt on the bed beside her, and jokingly began tickling her. As he did, I can’t tell you what a maximum turn on it became watching Gina tightly clinching her legs together while raising her feet off the bed. As she did, it exposed her beautiful bare ass and pussy and I knew several of them had to see it from where they were sitting.
She kept repeating as she playfully shoved with her right hand and blocked his hands with her knees, “No you can’t have them; you’re going to thank me tomorrow. You can’t have them, you’re all too drunk.”
After a short while watching, I became wildly turned on by it, eventually blurting, “I know how you can get the keys.”
He turned and joking said out of breath, “Hurry, tell me please. God she’s strong.”
One third of my reply was the alcohol talking, while the other two thirds was my overwhelmingly intense fantasy speaking, when I uttered, “You’re just not reaching in the right spots.”
He quickly laughed saying almost out of breath, “I can’t get to her hand, she’s friggin strong as hell.”
I then replied, not quite knowing how Gina would react, “Tickling won’t get them, but groping might.”
Gina’s mouth dropped slightly as she replied with a half smile, “Oh, nice, Scott, you just told a guy to grope me. Do you want to see them drive like this?”
I slammed back the rest of my drink and said, “No, I just wanted to see him grope you.”
It was obvious I had made her a little angry and knew she was more than buzzed. After staring at me for a reaction, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast, asking me “How’s that, honey? Guess what? He still doesn’t have the keys.”
All but one of the guys began nervously laughing putting their shorts back on and gathering their things, with one chuckling as he exited the back door, “Hey if you get the keys and she doesn’t kick the living shit out of you, we’ll be back in the room, come get us.”
The one inebriated guy, Brian, who stayed behind quickly began laughing telling his friend Stan, who by the way nervously still had his hand held to Gina’s breast, “Um, I don’t think the keys are on her boob. Ya might want to keep looking.”
Now if you remember, Gina’s entire mental makeup won’t even allow for her to back down. Somewhere in her brain there is an executable file that reads, “Pissing_contest. exe/default/run/dam/the/consequences/.”
Right or wrong, I began exploiting it to the fullest. However, I believe she comfortably knew that in most situations, especially one as taboo as this, I would back down eventually. As much as I love her, she’s absolutely mental when trying to prove a point, and with the amount of alcohol she had consumed it was enhanced by a factor of ten, so either way, she was as likely to let him feel her entire body as she was to kick him across the room.
What she hadn’t counted on however, was my ever growing erotic desire to escalate it into watching one or both guys put their hands on her. It kept running through my mind as my cock engorged.
My fantasy was progressing in leaps and bounds. Many times in the past I had fantasized about another man fucking her while I watched, but the timing and right series of events never ever fell into place. Oh, how they seemed to be at this very moment.
Just when she figured I was at my breaking point, I rose up and walked towards the bed. As I did, I walked to the opposite side of the young man knelt beside her and moved up towards her head.
As I walked, I could feel my half-swollen cock between my legs and managed to move in such a way that, thank God, it fell along the left side of my shorts. My mind began processing a million thoughts per second.
I began telling myself that there might never be the same combination of events ever again; I kept telling myself that no matter how many times I tried in the past to conjure events, I had never even got close. In seconds I convinced myself that the worst that would happen is that she would nix it at some point and at the very least I might witness some pretty erotic touching and feeling.
As I got to the top of her head, I playfully grabbed her arms pulling her left hand from behind her back and pinned both hands back to the mattress. She instantly said, “Ok, there, see I don’t have your keys.”
Her tone was a distinct combination of shock and, “Ok, joke’s over.”
As I held her arms down over her head I leaned down and kissed her saying, “Ok, where are the keys?”
I knew full well where they were, but she didn’t know that. She just raised her eyebrows and said, “Both of you can get off me now, I’m not telling.” Midway through her saying it, I playfully put both her arms between my legs and tightly held them. I then reached with my right hand and fumbled for a second between her legs, when after finding her pussy I quickly inserted my middle finger inside her.
She snapped her legs even more tightly together with my hand between them saying, “Damn it, Scott, stop, you’re fucking drunk.”
I leaned over her and began kissing her as she spoke. As we kissed she murmured asking, “Damn it, Scott, what the hell are you doing?”
I then removed my right hand from her crotch and pulled at the underside of her right thigh trying to spread her legs. She continued clenching her legs together, as this guy Stan, the one who was tickling her for his keys, began moving down toward her feet. As he got to her feet, he playfully put his hands on her knees as if trying to spread them.
This went on for about thirty seconds when I finally grabbed behind her ankles and pulled both her feet up towards me. As I did, he quickly stepped off the end of the bed, instantly throwing his shorts down, and climbed back on the bed. By this time it was plainly obvious what I was trying to make happen. Gina then looked into my eyes and said, “You need to stop, Scott, before we seriously annihilate a marriage vow.”
His cock was completely erect standing straight up towards the ceiling and hard as a diamond. Being in his very early twenties it was obvious his cock was ready the instant a situation arose. I immediately noticed the large veins running in every direction down his solidly excited cock as he knelt on the foot of the bed. I also noticed his large set of nuts as his sack freed from between his legs.
This might seem too biological, but being that this was an absolute new situation, and the fact that I am a biology educator, I began thinking that they had no doubt been manufacturing as much sperm as they possibly could during this time of intense infatuation and ultimate sexual reality. His hands were actually trembling with anticipation.
Even though these events transpired in only seconds, I missed nothing. The one safe thought in the back of my mind was that I knew Gina could stop it at any moment, as we were both not fully holding her down. That actually drove me more erotically insane. The fact that she was only half heartedly struggling intensified the moment and, to me, green lit everything that was happening.
I continued holding my wrist behind her ankles and slightly pulling them towards me, when this young man leaned his chest against her feet and fumbled with his cock for a few seconds. Gina flinched for a split second as I was sure the head of his cock touched her pussy.
When Gina flinched and slightly pressed her feet against his chest pushing, he quickly raised back up as if wondering what to do next. As he leaned back off her feet slightly, I quickly noticed the head of his cock was glistening with Gina’s vaginal juice and probably his own pre-seminal fluid. I’m sure he only slightly pushed the head of his cock against her before she flinched. The slight moment I fingered her, she was soaked.
I then moved my wrist from behind her ankles and put my hand between her thighs and began to apply pressure trying to suggest to her to spread her legs. As I did this guy put his hands on her knees and suggestively began pushing them apart as he leaned in.
As she leaned her head forward looking at him, Gina very lucidly and softly said, “Just come on my stomach or the sheets, not in me.” It was at that instant, I knew I was about to witness the most erotic fantasy fulfillment of my life.
I knew there was no danger of her getting pregnant because of being on birth control, but I kind of reasoned that she might have said it because in some way, even though we were doing something so matrimonially taboo, she could at least tell herself that it wasn’t the whole deed if she wasn’t taking his sperm inside her.