Last friday

Friday night I was at my good friend Larry's house, having some beers and watching a movie. His wife Lynn went out with some of her friends at work. Around 11: 00, we just finished the film and switched to a poker program in ESPN.

Lynn came in a few minutes and it was obvious that he was not in pain. Clearly his evening out drinking with the girls had taken a toll on her. Larry, Lynn and I are old and dear friends, so let's talk for a while about what had happened in our lives.

Lynn finally asked what Larry and I were doing. "Game!" I didn't answer for any particular reason.

"Who won?" he asked. As she spoke, she bowed gently towards and forward and it was clear that her eyes did not focus exactly clearly.

"I did it!" I answered. "I won your clothes in a bet from Larry."

Now I often made fun of Lynn and I really didn't mean much for my comment. I was having fun with her. Lynn seemed perfectly relaxed with the concept.

"Is that right?" he asked Larry. "You lost my clothes to your friend?"

Larry just smiled and threw his shoulders. Lynn was convinced that for some reason he had been playing and lost his clothes for me.

"Well, it's a debt of honor." He said and began to unlock his blouse. Larry and I looked at a little unbelief thinking that at any time she would stop and give us both hell to make fun of her.

To our surprise it continued until its blouse was completely unbounded, removed and deposited at the coffee table. When he leaned to put the blouse on the table he took a couple of controls. One turned off the TV while the other turned on the radio. A soft jazz melody replaced the sound of the poker comment.

Lynn went gently to the music and started undoing his skirt. A button, a hook, a short zipper and the skirt was on the floor. She picked it up and gently added it to the pile that her blouse had begun. Lynn was now there in his pantyhose, white cotton panties and modest white bra. There was the dark shrub track gently visible through the fabric.

Now the truth is, I've seen Lynn in swimsuits much more revealing than he was wearing now. The reality beyond the truth is that Lynn in her underwear was more exciting than Lynn in her bathing suit. I don't know why, but it was.

Lynn kept walking as he pushed his swamp hose to his knees. Then he sat on a big hasock and finished removing his pantyhose. "I can't understand how or why you managed to lose my clothes." He muttered more than Larry.

The tempo of music accelerated and Lynn's movements continued the rhythm. As his feet moved to the fast tempo, his arms slowly laughed behind his back. They kept a minute and then they moved slowly forward. As they moved their hands they went down and their bra started a slow slide through the arms and on the pile of clothes on the table.

WOW! An in-depth Lynn was in front of us still moving in time for some unknown jazz riff. This had to be the end. Lynn had to feel like he called our bluff. Larry had to feel that his wife's mockery strip was now going too far. I had to change so that the increase in the pants could be easier and less visibly comfortable. Lynn hooked his thumbs under the waist of his panties and dropped it around an inch, then frozen.

The game is over. No, slowly and indefinitely Lynn went down on the hassock and bowed back. His legs were now in the air as he rolled back on his back. Raising the hips of the stench slowly pushed the waist over its hips and thighs. She slowly doubled her legs by pulling her knees towards her chest as she kept slipping her panties through her leg. While passing the cake on his knee his open pussy was completely exposed to myself and Larry.

Looking at your best friend's open pussy is an uncomfortable experience. Lynn's naked shape was magnificent from his half-inch nipples with his soft dark aureoles to the soft brown curls that graced his pubic mound. Maybe more striking of all were his lips of smooth shaved pussy. My tongue wanted to be buried in that soft, wet cleft that shone in front of me.

Lynn's panties passed his toes and fell half, and he threw them in the pile of clothes. Now your extended legs, your fingers point, forming an open V. At the apex it was the most magnificent pussy I've ever seen. His legs moved towards his head. As he went back his ass rose up revealing a perfect, soft and dark rosemary just begging to be caressed and worshipped.

Then it's over. In the movement of a smooth Lynn tumbler forward until his feet met the ground. She went on and in an instant she was standing. That beautiful open pussy was replaced by a view of its perfectly cut bush.

"That's it. Larry, your debt has been paid. Sam, I hope you enjoyed the show because it's not likely to be repeated. Now Sam I want you to take your profits and I'll show you to the door. Larry, put your ass in the bedroom and the line. I'll be there in a minute. You're gonna give me the best fucking life. I swear if I don't get three good orgasms before your first sperm, I'm gonna cut your balls off and feed them to the dog."

Larry got up and went to the stairs to the bedroom. I yelled a good night and I also fought at my feet. It was impossible to hide the store post in my pants so I didn't even try. Lynn took my hand and took me to the front door.

Lynn turned and confronted me.

"Show me!" He ordered in a tone that was half command, half purr. I hesitated for a second. Without a word, Lynn came forward and started undoing my pants. Belt, snap, zipper and my pants and boxers were halfway to my knees. My dick was there for attention, a flagpole without its flag.

"Nice!" She said, "but I have to go fuck your friend. Let yourself out." He turned and left. I saw until his ass disappeared at the top of the stairs. Then I closed my pants, opened the door and headed for the car. At the car door I looked back at the house, but there was nothing to do with it. In ten minutes I was home and in twenty I was going out more intensively than I remember.

Good night.