1. Annie - Party Wife


    Date: 8/1/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Mature, Voyeur, Author: ammotr, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Annie and I were at a party one night last summer. It was pretty warm, the music loud, the dance floor crowded and the beer flowing. Annie had not eaten before the show and it had not taken many drinks to get her past the ‘well-behaved lady’ stage and on to the ‘party girl’ she became when charged up. I’d seen her slut-side emerge before and it was obviously about to take over again any minute. I loved my wife dearly … and I also loves the slut in her. We’d been there about three hours and I’d spent most of the night talking to friends and dancing with a couple of old flames. I was aware Annie was flitting about, talking to various people and drinking whatever anyone poured into her glass. I’d see her chatting, mainly with guys, and then I’d lose her in the crowd, only to spot her a little later talking, or more like flirting with someone else. Neither of us are young anymore but Annie has that inate sex appeal that has less to do with appearance and more to do with personality. She was still attractive to look at but she gave you such a ‘come on’ in conversation that guys were instantly drawn to her. I knew she was having fun, flirting for all she was worth, so I left her to enjoy the evening. A little later I went looking for her and saw her through the crowd dancing very close and sexy with a tall, young fellow. I watched as she and the guy tongue-kissed on the dance floor. When the music stopped, still in the dance embrace, they exchanged a few words, Annie nodded up at ...
    him, took his hand and led him out the back door. She was going to fuck him. I could read it in her body language. I was tempted to follow them but decided it would be better just imagining what they were doing, rather than skulking around the corner, risking being spotted by someone else at the party. Better they think I don’t know what’s going on than have them think I’m spying on my wife cheating. Nearly 30 minutes later, Annie reappeared at the doorway, alone. Her hair was pretty messed up, her face wet with sweat, her stockings stuffed into her handbag and carrying her shoes. It must be difficult be half-wasted, just-fucked and have to try to walk straight in those ‘fuck me’ heels. ‘Where have you been? I couldn’t find you anywhere and I was worried about you.’ Annie looked up at me – guilt written all over her face. ‘I just went for a walk. I was feeling a bit sick and thought the fresh air would do me good.’ I could tell she was lying but why? Where had she really been? As she turned to look for her drink the light shone on her tight black, spaghetti strap tank top. There were several spots on it – milky spots, glistening in the light. My groin twitched. ‘What’s that on your blouse?’ Wobbling unsteadily on her feet, Annie looked down and stared for a moment at the sticky blobs. ‘Don’t know,’ she lied. ‘Something must have dripped on me.’ Hah! Something dripped on her alright. More like ‘blew’ on her. ‘Was there someone with you?’ I said. ‘Mmm. One of the guys at the ...
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