Fittefan

Of course I knew, of course he knew I knew, what my darling wife’s boss had in mind when he asked me if I minded the partnership borrowing my wife to help out at their 50th anniversary party. He chose his words carefully. They wanted to make use of her talents, hoped she’d put her hand to anything, busy evening might stretch her somewhat, was that alright with me? It certainly was. He only had to glance at my lap, at the lengthening thickness under my thin summer trousers that my perverted imagination triggered. Perhaps he did. I made no attempt to hide it. Wanted it to signal my approval for whatever that randy bunch had in mind for her. His bossy, wife would be there. A rabid lesbian Jillie had told me. Would she be licked into shape, come home with new talents?

As would any woman on such an occasion, she wanted to look her very best, hair do of course, new dress absolutely essential. A facial at the beauty clinic would be expensive. I took the bait. ‘what would that cost?’ Goodness me, she just happened to have their leaflet by her! What a lot to choose from. What a lot they charged. Just look at the price of the ‘Full body enhancement’. Coiffure, oil massage, full depilation, nipple colouring, labial enlargement. That was done, it said, by simple, painless injection. I didn’t have a bulging wallet, but reading that inevitably gave me a bulging penis. Have the lot, I told her, I’d pay.

Her treatment took place the day before the party. It took all afternoon. I had to see if she’d got my money’s worth as soon as she got back. Told her to strip naked. Never had I been so aroused as as that moment. My clothes were off in a flash, my eight thick inches pointing straight and throbbing at its target. Her hand took charged, closed round it, tossed rapidly backwards and forwards, brought jet after jet of hot spunk splashing on her naked flesh. Why didn’t she want it in her? Why was she not to be satisfied as well? Answer, of course, she intended going to that party hungry for it, her cunt wet, open, available to any or all of the pricks that would already have stiffened at the prospect of fucking her. I was going to hear every last detail to account for the white blobs oozing down her bruised thighs.