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Bridge Group -- Chapter Two:

Chapter Two -  The Setup

Sunday dawned and I lay with my hands behind my head,
thinking about the Saturday night bridge group.  I seemed to
be the only one who had tumbled to the highly erotic
electricity surrounding my wife Joanne and her reaction to
Danny.  Of course, it could hardly have been lost on Danny,
as I could tell that he had enjoyed Joanne’s attentions as
well as the flair for exhibitionism that she had shown.

Bill and Janet seemed oblivious to what was going on.  Was I
dreaming it?  No, it was not possible.  If I had been wrong,
I would not have been able to subtly re-create it on the way
home.  Joanne had been wonderfully turned on as the two of
us built up the same sexual energy by talking about it.  My
mind went back to the thrilling sex in the car in the near
total darkness of our garage.  She had been wild.

“So,” I mused, “is it right of me to be thinking of
exploiting my wife’s secret little fetish to make our sex-
life better?”  I noted that at the end, Joanne had fallen
back into a denial state, blaming me for leading her into
such a silly fantasy.  She pretended that I had created it
completely from whole cloth, that it had no reality in her
own mind.  I knew better.

I felt like the moth flying around the candle flame.  How
close could I fly without getting burned?  How could I keep
bringing the two of them into that electric situation
without  them actually ending up having sex?  I was
challenged by the creative requirements.  I was excited
about the way in which my own sex life would be enhanced.
Because, you see, I had also discovered the erotic thrill of
watching it happening before my eyes.

“Yeah, but what if it happens?” I said to myself.  “How the
hell are you going to handle it if young Danny is more
aggressive than he seems and you suddenly find them fucking
right there in your own bed?”  All these thoughts coursing
through my mind created a very strong erection now tenting
the sheet still lying over me.  I ran my hand over the
opulent hip of my wife.

“Yeah, what if that happens?”  It slipped out, I said it
aloud and hadn’t intended it.

“What?” She said.  The reaction was too quick for her to
have been wakened.  I realized she too was lying there
thinking.  About what?, I wondered.

I slipped my hand between her legs and muttered:  “Oh,
sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.  Just coming out of a dream,
I guess.”  My hand found her to be almost as wet as she had
been last night.  That answered the question of what she had
been thinking of.  I slipped closer to her into the spoon
position and cupped her breast in the palm of my hand.  My
leg found its way between her thighs.   My cock nudged the
warm crease between her buns and I snuggled closer, pressing
deep along the wet valley past her anus, delving into the
entrance to her vagina.  Joanne returned the snuggle and I
felt the tip of my cock nudge into the warmth of her vagina.

It was a warm, slow, squirming, early morning fuck.  Lovely.
Joanne rutted back onto my cock and I guided her with my
hands on her hips.  She was quite wet.  I threw a pillow on
the other side of her and rolled both of us onto it so that
her bottom was upward.  I began thrusting into the softness
of her bottom, my balls slapping against her thighs.  She
clamped her thighs together, tightening her hold on my cock.

My perspiration dripped onto her back.  I thrust harder and
harder and heard her muffled moans of pleasure.  I watched
her clench and unclench her hands clawing at the sheet.  She
pushed her bottom higher against me, making the angle of
entry right for deep penetration.  Her orgasm was a
rattling, moaning thing and she slumped relaxed under me.
It was too soon for me and her muscles relaxed to much for
my pleasure.  I pulled out and pressed my cock along the
valley formed by her luxurious ass cheeks, and continued my
thrusting.

I could feel the softness of her bottom under my balls and
the hard tip of her backbone against the underside of my
cock head.  I felt my balls tighten, my legs straighten, my
toes point and then the rewarding rush of sperm up the long
shaft of my cock..

The first spurt of my sperm fell high up on her back.  It
startled her and then she waited for the next one lower on
her back and then the little ones that flooded the plane of
the small of her back.

“You’re getting good at this, darling.” She murmured.  “I
need a shower.”  She went off leaving me slowly struggling
out of bed.

It was later in the week that the bells went off in my head.
I was on the lonely country road heading for the office on
Wednesday morning.  Once again, I was pondering the turn in
our sex life. I recalled another occasion a few years ago,
which now made more sense.

It was a late one Friday night and Joanne and I had finished
a candlelight dinner.  She had slipped into a nightgown that
was nearly see-through.  She had lighted candles in our
bedroom and we were sitting on the low hearth of the white
colonial fireplace that took up one corner of the room.  As
any parent knows, there is really no time when parents can
find a way to share a tender moment completely safe from
intrusion.

This was such a night.  Joanne had taken her bra off and the
sight of her dark nipples poking against the diaphanous gown
was a treat.  She was kneeling before me.  Her black lace
panties were see through also, and the tiny lace triangle
barely covered her mound.  My hands were lifting her breasts
and enjoying the nylon as it slipped over the roundness.
The candles flickered and made her breasts glow in a soft
flame-orange light.

There was a quick knock from the door.  I had forgotten to
lock it.  It swung open and Mark’s head leaned in.  I was
wearing only my shorts and jumped with a start.

“Mom?  You asleep?”  This was the traditional call in our
family.  Mark was just out of high school and enjoying a
last summer at home, before going off to college.  Seems to
me he should know better than come barging in, but I held my
tongue.  “You awake?”

Joanne had looked down at her gown, briefly, then surprised
me by calling out.  “Yes, what is it Mark?”  Mark came
quietly into the room, stopping to let his eyes become
accustomed to the gloom.

“Oh, maybe I should talk to you tomorrow?” he said.  His
voice had a tone of concern in it, and Joanne encouraged
him.

“Never mind, what is it?” She said.  “Come here, sit down.”

He had had an accident on the way home and banged up her
car.  No one hurt, but it was his first accident and he was
clearly upset about it.

“It’s OK, Mark.  It can be fixed.  It happens.”  She reached
an arm to plant a hug around his neck.  He leaned forward
stiffly and I was suddenly aware of a sexual heaviness that
hung in the air.  I am not talking incest here, not at all.
Just an aura in the room that had a sexual nature.  The low
lights, Joanne’s breasts a real presence between her and her
grown up son.  And of course, I was part of it too.  There I
sat, the third point of a triangle of suddenly warm bodies
prominent in the gloom of candlelight.  Moments before, my
mind had been soaring with the sensual feel of my wife’s
breasts, heavy in my hands.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her breasts, roundly pendulous
over a womanly tummy and then yet another curve of her
mound, prominent and promising.  The lace of her panty
looked rich and redolent with the invitation to me to tear
it off and spread those  shapely thighs now covered only by
the tent of her see through gown with candlelight flowing
through it, casting faint shadows of the folds of the gown.

I could smell the perfume she had slipped behind her knees
and sense the warm full scent of her sex wafting up between
the three bodies now crouched around the fireplace, having a
family meeting.

“Well, OK, thanks.  I’ll be off to bed, then.  Night Mom.”
Mark had leaned forward and kissed her cheek.  I was aware
that there was a catch in his voice as he spoke.  I thought
it was natural.  All boys, I thought, have dual feelings
about their mothers.  This was the first time he had seen
her bare breasts since his infancy.  It would be hard for
anyone to walk out of that room without having some pretty
rich sexual fantasies.  Mark was no exception, but I thought
no more about it.

Our sex that night had been wonderfully intense.

“Isn’t he a wonderful boy?” she said.

I picked her up and placed her on our bed.  Her hand went
immediately to my hard cock and pulled me on top of her.
She knelt and took my cock into her mouth, warm and active.
My hand slipped under the gown and found the lacy patch of
her panties and the wet swamp of her pussy.  She was excited
and squirmed onto my probing fingers.  Her mouth and tongue
swirled my cock.  In no time, I had spread her legs and had
my tongue on her clitoris and then slipped down the creamy
slit that was her pussy.

“Hurry, .. hurry, darling, now …” she said urgently, tugging
my head up her body to her bare breasts.

As my lips closed on her nipple, her hand pulled me to her
center and slipped my cock between the wet lips of her
urgently ready, scalding hot vagina.  She was wild under my
thrusting body, her vagina practically muscling its way up
my shaft as her hips chased mine.  We dissolved into a
tangle of sweaty lovers as the last candle flicked out.

I nearly drove through a stop sign, bringing me back to the
present.  “So, what to do with this revelation?  That is the
question, .. “  I mused.  Tying the incident with Mark to
the recent incident with Danny, it was clear that one of the
most erotic thrills for my wife had to do with exposing her
self to others.  She would certainly have denied it.  She
would certainly not suggest it.  Furthermore, she would not
even agree to it if I proposed that she do such a thing.

“Still, it would be a waste not to take advantage of this
erotic treasure,” I thought.

But how?  How could I contrive to use this interesting
development to enhance our sex life?  I thought about it all
the rest of the week, until I finally had a plan.  Friday
morning I called home.

“Sweetheart, what would you say to a romantic dinner
tonight?”  I began.

“Oh, good, where do you want to take me?” she replied.

“Uh, .. well, I thought it would be nice to just have a meal
at home.  You know candles, throw a steak on, open a bottle
of wine, turn off the phone, … etc, etc.

“Oh, I thought I was getting a night off!  But, OK, that’s
sounds like fun.  What have you got in mind?”

The stage was set.   When I arrived home,  I showered and
then turned to Joanne’s closet and began rummaging in the
back reaches of her dress rack.  I wanted a certain dress.
One she had long ago decided was too revealing.  It was a
simple blue wrap around that was very clingy and looked
great on her striking figure.  Her puritanical upbringing
coupled with ogling eyes at a party had classified it as
“tramp” in her mind and she never wore it again.  The
exceptions were a few occasions when we were alone at home
for a dinner such as this.  It was worn then only at my
insistence, though.

I laid it on the bed and then began rummaging through her
dresser drawers.  At the bottom of her panty drawer, I found
her old black garter belt and a pair of Givenchy stockings
that made her legs fit to kill for.  A white push-up
Wonderbra and pale pink Olga Scoop panties were trimmed with
lace.  The color combination was her fault.  She had let her
lingerie drawer dwindle until there was nothing left but
ordinary white cotton,  the bane of sexuality.

I left all this lying on the bed and stared at myself, still
nude, in the full-length mirror.  I saw myself shrug and
smile wryly back at myself. This may be manipulative, but it
was all in a good cause, I told myself.  I found that my
heart was pounding a little above normal already, just
selecting these sexy clothes and rummaging about in her
lingerie drawers was enough to light my fuse.  I slipped a
pair of slacks on, foregoing my usual Jockey shorts to let
her find me completely bare when she unzipped me.

When I came downstairs, Joanne was just finishing making the
salad.  We sat down with the Manhattans I had prepared.  I
took out two of the cut crystal glasses, swirled the ice in
them and then poured two good-sized drinks.  We toasted,
sitting in the bucket swivel chairs in the bay window.

“This was a good idea!  I’ve had a busy day.  Its a real
pick-me-up.”

I agreed.  We spent a few minutes comparing notes on the day
and relaxing with the help of the dark brown cocktails.

“Oh, by the way, I found your old blue dress.”

“What old blue dress .. oh, you mean THE old  blue dress?
Good grief, what ever for?  That old thing?”

“I’ve always liked it!”

“Yes, but, really.  It’s kind of silly, isn’t it?  You don’t
like me in my slacks, then?”

“Well, special occasion .. you know.”

“Oh, well, OK.” She said, secretly pleased.

She lingered a while longer.  It was always this way, I had
to insist for her sexuality to be brought forward.
Unfortunately it stifled our sex life a little, because it
made me feel a bit like a beggar or at least that it was
risky to ask for it.  I know, that is silly of me too.  But
there it is.

Joanne took a long last sip and went upstairs to change.

“OK, the blue dress, then?  That’s really what you want?”

“Yes.”

I heard her muttering slightly upstairs. Then I heard a
laugh as she found not only the blue dress but stockings and
underwear selected as well.

“They don’t match.” she called down.

I stared out over the lip of the heavy crystal glass and
muttered to myself;  “ I KNOW that!”

“What did you say?”  she called down.  She has ears like a
bunny when she wants to hear me.

“Nothing.” I replied.

I looked up to see her standing at the top of the stairs,
one leg extended through the open slit of the wrap-around
and posing, the contrasting dark ring of the stocking
emphasizing the white of her thigh.  It was an inviting
sight, and I was truly an appreciative audience.

“WOW, you look … well, lovely!”

“You’re a fiend, you know that?”

She stepped deliberately down the stairs, her breasts swayed
gracefully under the clinging dress, her hips sidling toward
me.

She really did look wonderful now.  Really very sexy.  She
sat across the cocktail table, the blue dress parting to
show a long length of thigh.  The Givenchy label was just
visible on the top band of the stocking just below the snap
of her garter.  Her breasts were wonderfully separated and
nicely visible at the vee of the neckline that plunged deep
into a well defined cleavage.

“Do you think I could have one more of your Manhattans?”

The crystal stirring rod swirled another batch.  I always
mix them to the reliable original recipe of two parts
Canadian Whisky to one part Cinzano Red Vermouth, so they
are not for sissies.  By the end of the second round, we
were feeling good and occasionally feeling each other.

The shadows cast by the candles enhanced the view of her
breasts as we enjoyed rack of lamb with a suitably rich Cote
de Beaune wine.  Even picking the bones and then licking our
fingers was an erotic ritual of sorts.  It was now about 10
PM and I had glanced at my watch too often as we dined.  I
started to eye the grandfather clock instead.  The doorbell
rang.

“Who can that be?  You go, I can’t go in this dress!”  she
said urgently.

“Bit late for callers?  Oh, … my god, .. I forgot, I told
Danny he could come over.  Mercury and Saturn are very close
tonight.  It will be like looking at your breasts.  That
nice!”

“Oh, .. well, should I run and put something else on?”

“No, of course not.  You look magnificent.  He’ll love it.”

She punched my arm as I went past.  “You are awful.”

But, she followed me to the door.

“Come in Danny.  How’s my favorite boyfriend?”  She suddenly
stepped past me and hugged him in the doorway, then pulled
him by the hand into the dining room.  “Come sit here while
Jack sets the telescope set up.”

Joanne sat in one chair and pulled him into one on the same
side of the table.  I watched as she sat in a sexy pose with
one leg crossed over the other while angling both out from
the table.  It gave a full view of both curvaceous legs and
the dark band at the top of the stocking on the top one.
She leaned close to him, one elbow on the table and one hand
touching his knee.  Since he was wearing shorts, her hand
was on bare skin.  The bright red of her lips looked
inviting and I could see the difficulty Danny was having
looking anyplace but her legs and her breasts.  It was a
feast even nicer than the rack of lamb, whose remains lay
around them on the table.

“Oh, gee, I think I’m interrupting.  Maybe we should just
skip it?”

“Oh don’t be silly.  It doesn’t happen every night, does it?
I don’t know anything about these things, but I gather this
is an event?”

Danny was having trouble talking.  I could see him rest his
hand in his lap trying to hide the size of his erection.  I
was more interested in Joanne’s reaction to him, though.
She was speaking in an excited tone.  Her hands moving
animatedly and the high heel mule was dangling from the
pretty toes swinging in a constant circle.  Her bright red
toes looked delectable.

In the candlelight, they could have been lovers.  The
atmosphere was just like the one I recalled in our bedroom
with Mark.

Danny and I set up the telescope on the back deck and Joanne
was convinced to come out with us, bringing a glass of wine
with her.  She was just a little on the tipsy side. Danny
and I huddled over the scope making adjustments.  He was a
little clumsy and I knew that it was mostly caused by Joanne
being so close, her long legs attractive in the moonlight.
She joined our huddle and further distracted Danny with the
gaping neckline of the blue dress.  The white bra shown as
if it were luminescent in the moonlight.  She looked
wonderfully plump down inside that open neckline.

It was a clear night and our target was just above the roof
tops.  We were soon ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ over the sight.

“Can I see now?” she said.

“Oh, sure Mrs. Williams, here, you need to kneel down here.”

“You show me, Danny, will you?”

Her hand was on his shoulder as she bent her knee and let
the dress part until her panties were just visible in the
moonlight.  She left her arm around his shoulder as if he
were supporting her.  She moved to the eyepiece.  This meant
that their heads were close together while she held her
breath and gazed at the sight.  I noticed her turn toward
him

“It’s beautiful!  Isn’t it?  But, what am I looking at?” she
said breathily in his direction.

I could see that her dress was now parted to show her legs
and also to give a view of her breasts as Danny tried to
explain what she was looking at through the scope.  I was
certain that her panties were now softly moist with her
creamy juices.

After a few more minutes, Joanne helped herself up by
pushing on Danny’s shoulder and standing up.  As she stood
up, her breasts turned toward him and slipped past his eyes
like the Titanic sliding by those famous icebergs.

Danny took a little time to stand up and when he did, his
hand stayed over the center of his body, hiding an erection
that must have been Titanic in proportion.

Neither could have seen the smile on my face.  I couldn’t
have explained if they had.  My plan seemed to have worked.

Danny was soon talking about getting on home.  Joanne
insisted on him sitting and having a cup of coffee with us.
We sat for a few minutes in the bay window where our little
party had started out.  Joanne treated  us to a display of
legs that was delicious.  The coffee table is low and her
legs long, so crossing them and re-crossing them exposed a
long expanse of glistening stocking and, just incidentally,
because of the construction of the dress, a glimpse of pink
panties.  When she leaned forward to make a point in
conversation, the dress formed a funnel with two globes of
her breasts displayed like diamonds on a blue velvet cloth
in your favorite jewelry store.  Danny tried manfully to
hide a huge erection inside his shorts, but it was a losing
battle.  I thought I could see Joanne’s eyes dart down to
catch sight of it frequently. She was not in much danger of
being caught as Danny’s eyes were usually flitting between
exposed pussy and breasts.  I was enjoying the show from all
aspects.

Joanne kissed him effusively at the door and sent him on his
way. She was radiantly happy, having made him a conquest
once again.  I can understand how it must feel to be
devoured and worshipped in that way.  I really can.

“Isn’t Danny a neat boy?” she said again.

Joanne brought the dessert of apple tart with ice cream from
the kitchen.  I had slipped beneath the table, hidden by the
table cloth, when she sat down.  My hands touched nylon
covered knees.  She let out a brief, startled squeal, then
relaxed.

“Hmmmmmm, is that Danny under there, or my big bad husband?”
She said, giggling.

“For you to guess.” I replied, and spread her knees.

The sight of her thighs in the soft silky nylon of the
stockings was enchanting.  I kissed my way along the silken
path and let my hands roam the outside of her thighs,
passing over the bare skin and onto the satin panties taut
over her hips.  My lips pressed against the panel of her
panties to find them soaked through with her juices.

“Oh, Danny,  you are so,.. sweet.” I heard her voice choke
out.

I pressed closer, tasting her through the panty.  My hands
teased her bottom. She squirmed closer, pressing her pussy
tight into my lips.

“Oh, sweetheart, kiss me.  Kiss mommy’s ..” she stopped.

So, I stopped.

She continued.  “That’s it, honey, kiss mommy’s .. mommy’s
pussy, darling boy.”

I continued.  I slipped my tongue along the fabric of the
panty now pushed between those inviting pussy lips.   I
could smell the heavy scent of her sex combined with the
rich perfume she had dabbed there for my nose to find.  My
head was reeling and if was not just the wine, but the
combination of scents plus the taste of her pussy through
her panties.

Joanne reached down and pulled the panty crotch aside.  Her
bright coral-colored slit lay open to my tongue.

“Put your tongue here, Danny, put it here for me, honey.”

I dipped into the creamy valley with my tongue.

“ohhhh, ..” she moaned slightly.  “ohhh, that’s it.  There…”
She brought my tongue to her clitoris and held my head while
I swirled around and around the firm little nubbin.

“Ohmigod .. yes! ..” she moaned.

I continued sucking and licking and tugging her lips with my
own lips as she slumped deeper and deeper in the chair,
thrusting her bulging mound into my mouth for more.

“Oh, Danny, … I .. need you … now… give me your big …”

I waited.

“your big .. dick, sweetheart, give me your big dick now ..
I am so wet .. so hot … put out my fire, baby ..  Come on,
now honey.  Give me that big cock I saw in your pants.”

Joanne was in a state of ecstasy now, driven by her fantasy
and by my tongue pleasuring the entire surface of her sex.
My face was almost entirely coated with her juices.

I sat on one of the side chairs and Joanne quickly knelt
beside me and unzipped my pants.
She gasped slightly at finding me completely naked under my
pants, then led my cock rise out of the opening and into her
hand.  She kissed the head of my cock and I watched her
tongue roll over the top of it as her brown eyes smiled up
into mine.

“Danny has a big cock!” she teased, and then let her mouth
take the head of mine in and give it a warm tongue bath.
“So,” I thought,” he hadn’t completely hidden his erection
from her.”

“OH? Did you feel it?”

“Don’t be silly.  .. well, accidentally,.. sort of ..”

“Sort of? That’s hard to do ‘sort of’”

“Well, you know, when I was getting up.  I just happened to
brush against him with my hand.  Seemed kinda … “

“Big?”

“Yes.”  She lunged at me as if the thought surged through
her like electricity.

She straddled me and slipped easily down my erect shaft.

“Yes.  It’s big.  If you must know!”

“And did you cop a feel, dear?”

“I wouldn’t do that!”

“But it felt good to you?

No answer.  She continued a slow rocking motion up and down
against me, bathing my cock in the creamiest, snuggliest
pussy I could remember.  She tightened around my cock, and
moved her hips in a little circle.

Her eyes closed with pleasure as she moved in that tight
little circle.  It let my cock explore the walls of her
vagina, letting it caress the sensitive head of my cock.

“Hmmm?” she murmured.

“It felt good to you?”

Her thrusting increased and I opened her dress by untying
the tie that held the wrap-around together.  The blue dress
hung around her, framing her breasts, her tummy, the taut
band of her garter belt, the straps leading down to the
lovely Givenchy stockings.  And in the center, her taut
panties, pulled aside around the firm thickness of my cock
plunging in and out between the lips of her pussy.

“Yes.” She sighed.  “It felt .. nice.”

She was rocking on my length now. Pressing me against her
clitoris and sweeping the end of my dick in circles inside
her hot vagina.

She slumped against me and I leaned back in the chair loving
the feel of her breasts against my chest.  Loving the
heaviness of her completion on me.

“Yes.  Yes….. Danny, It feels .. Good.”