[Saddledrifter]

After graduating from college, my wife and I were traveling through the town where I attended school. I had a friend (Don) still living there. He had always had an eye for my wife, and he and his wife had previously asked us to swing with them. We had declined, because, at the time, we were not into that type of thing. Since that time, my friend and his wife had divorced. He was by then living with two other guys. I called and asked if we could stop in for a visit. He said that he would do better than that and could put us up for the night. I told him that we could be at his place by 5:00 p.m. Upon our arrival , we met his two roommates (one I had known several years earlier in school). Then we had drinks and dinner, and continued to drink and watched a football game during that evening. By about 1:00 p.m. we all were pretty well lubricated with all the whisky we had drunk. My wife was really gone and close to passing out. Don showed us where my wife and I would be sleeping. I noted throughout the evening that he still had a thing for my wife and had been staring at her braless tits and also had positioned himself to catch a view, any opportunity he could, up her mini skirt. While my wife was washing up, Don said that he really would like to screw my wife or would enjoy a M-F-M sharing. I said that we still weren't into sharing our partners. However, I told him that I was horny as hell and would be screwing her as soon as I got to bed. I told him to give me about ten minutes, and he could crack open the door and watch me screw her. He said that that would be better than nothing.

Sure enough, my drunken wife was up for sex. I stripped her down, and after some foreplay, entered her from the missionary position. It was a warm night, and I threw the covers off the bed to totally expose her nude body. She was very horny by the time I had pumped her pussy for about 4 or 5 minutes, and I then told her to switch places and climb on my erect member and ride me like a stud bronco horse. By having her in that position, her back was to the bedroom door, and she could not see my friend when he would crack the door and look in. She did as I suggested and was humping and riding me for all she was worth. I, very slightly, heard my friend turn open the door handle. My wife was drunk enough that she didn't hear a thing. She was, instead, huffing and puffing and moaning and groaning as she bounced up and down on my hard dick. I was feeling of her tits while giving it to her. She was getting hotter and hotter and began to climax. Her moans and groans were quite audible by then, and her body was sweating profusely. I then turned her back over to the missionary position. She had closed her eyes as she was concentrating on her intense climax. It was at that moment that I noticed that my friend had totally entered the room and was standing next to the bed on the left side. I put my head immediately to the left of my wife's head (to block her view of my friend) and continued to pound her pussy. And she continued to moan and groan uncontrollably. Then I began to move down her body, kissing her tits and heading down to her pussy to lick that wet baby. Just as I began my downward move, I heard her let out a little gulp, and she grabbed me and whispered in my ear that Don was standing right there next to the bed. I looked up, acting as if I were surprised and said, "Don, what are you doing in here?" He thought quickly and said that he needed something from his dresser. I was somewhat irritated that he walked into the bedroom, instead of watching from the cracked door. Had he watched from a distance, my wife would never have seen him. Don did depart quickly as I had requested. I assured my wife that he would not be back. She wanted to know how long he might have been there watching us. I responded that it must have been mere seconds, or I would have seen him there. She said that was good, and she was relieved. Then I returned to the business of fucking her and finally achieved my own climax.

The following morning, Don again apologized, and said that he had just walked in and initially didn't notice what was going on. I don't think my wife entirely bought his story, but said that he was forgiven. So that was the last time we ever saw Don. My wife said that she was too embarrassed about what he saw to ever look him in the eye again. However, I believe our last encounter with Don supplied him with lasting memories.