When we arrived, he welcomed her with a hug and a kiss, and gave us a tour of the house. He collects art, loves music and hoards books on the widest variety of topics; Sally has always said that intelligence turns her on, and given that, he was engaging in world-class foreplay.
They shared some wine, and sat and talked for nearly two hours. I know that for them it was truly foreplay; for me it was simply excruciating. Finally, as he showed her more of his artwork, I finally broke down and asked him to show her the bedroom. He smiled, said "with pleasure," and led her up the stairs.
Even in the bedroom, they took their time. He showed her the paintings on the walls, she admired the fish in the fish tank, and only when there seemed to be nothing left to talk about did they sit down together on the bed. Ty leaned back, and Sally followed.
They kissed for just a minute, and then Sally turned to throw her leg over him. As she slid up and down, rubbing his cock with her pussy through all their clothing, I realized that this was the first time she had spread her legs in four days. She sat up on him long enough to pull her blouse over her head (she was not wearing a bra), and Ty immediately leaned forward to take her nipples in his mouth.
Sally let out a tiny gasp of pleasure and sat down harder on his cock, as if she was trying to draw it out through his pants. After a few minutes of her humping and his sucking, they separated only long enough for Sally to push his pants to the floor, and for him to do the same to hers.
She started to go down on him, but she had his cock in her mouth for no more than 30 seconds when he rolled over on her, placed himself between her legs, and slid his cock into her. When she and I make love, she always wants me to use some lubrication, but he slipped into her without any problem. She spread her legs wide, curling them around his ass to draw him deeper inside her. As he pushed into her, she grabbed her legs and held them up and out. My wife, the woman who had not even let me see between her legs, was now holding them apart for her lover.
I must admit that Ty does not make love like anyone I've ever seen. With him, it is a constantly changing picture, like a kaleidoscope. He changes position, changes angle, stops fucking for a while, kisses and sucks, sticks his cock back inside her... it goes on for hours, and he never seems to slow down.
Every new position, every new approach, brought sighs and squeals of pleasure and delight from my wife, and every touch of her hand, her lips and her pussy made him harder and spurred him on. And they kissed - God, how they kissed! Sometimes he drew her lips to his, and just as often she offered her mouth to him. They only stopped kissing long enough for him to kiss her breasts, and for her to take his cock in her mouth.
Through it all, her legs were spread. She kept them open - for his fingers, for his lips, for his tongue, and for his penis. She offered herself willingly, and as they made love, her pussy lips swelled and her vagina gaped open more and more. As I watched from the chair at the foot of the bed, I could not help but compare: I had been offered her legs, closed tightly from her hips to her knees; but to him she gave everything. From a complete view of her pubic hair to free entry to her vagina, my wife gave it all to him.
Her orgasm was huge. She built toward it for a long time, and when it hit he held her tightly as she bucked and spasmed in his arms. I watched with my heart banging through my chest with jealousy and, I admit it, excitement, as she transformed from my classy, modest wife into a grunting, gasping woman in the throes of ecstasy - and in the arms of her lover. She came for a long, long time, and as the spasms subsided he kept holding her tightly, kissing and touching her all over her body. The "aftershocks," as she calls them, went on for another 10 minutes - far, far longer than they ever have with me.
Even then, her legs never closed. She got up and knelt over his cock, facing her ass toward me as she sucked and licked him. From my vantage point, I could see her pussy lips hanging down and open, and I could see way up inside her. Her vagina was coated with a mixture of their bodies' fluids, and her lips were deep purple, engorged with blood and virtually begging for sex. I sat no more than a foot from her pussy, but I knew that the invitation was not for me. Sure enough, soon after I thought that, she moved up to kiss him, reached down with her hand, and slid his penis into her body's open lips. I watched her fuck him - dangling her breasts in front of his face, inviting him to suck them, and alternately loosening her body's grip on his cock, then tightening it with those wonderful "Kegel exercises" she learned before childbirth. Each time she squeezed his cock with her body he moaned in appreciation, until finally he could take no more. He pulled out of her, turned her on her back, and drove his cock into her. I saw her continue to squeeze and release his penis with her body, and as the squeezes and the fucking increased in speed and intensity, his moans turned into shouts of pleasure.
Again and again he drove his body down onto her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, drawing him into her and drawing his orgasm and his cum out of him. I watched in awe as he ejaculated in my wife, as her open legs and open lips welcomed his sperm into her womb.
When they were done, her legs still remained open: wrapped around him, hugging him as she was doing with her arms. Only when they arose from the bed did she look at me, and then, for the first time in a week, she spread her legs for me: she told me to lie down on the floor, and she squatted above my face. I looked up into her gaping pussy, and saw her lover's cum flow out of her body, into my open mouth As I licked his ejaculate from her body, the two of them had a good laugh about how turned on it made me.
We dressed, Sally and Ty said their good-byes, and we got in the car for the ride home. She was very excited about the evening, and told me all about how good he made her felt, and how much she enjoyed every minute and every sensation. Passing a rest area, I pulled in; she thought I was going to jump her right there, but I assured her that I would not. I said there was one question I wanted to ask, and I wanted to look in her eyes when she answered.