[twodwarfminimum]

It was about 10:30 that morning, when I got a call from my wife asking me if I could come home. It wasn’t like she sounded panicked or concerned but yet there was still something in her voice that told me I needed to. Luckily we only live about three miles from the office so I was at the front door in no time. I was met at the door; with her wearing nothing but a thin tissue style t-shirt that stopped maybe an inch at best below her lips. I quickly asked if everything was ok, to which I only got a response of "promise, you won't be mad". Even though I was quite confused by her response, I assured her that there was absolutely nothing she could ever do to make me mad. She quickly leaned forward and began kissing me deeply, it was hot. When she leaned back, she just looked at me with excitement and said "well?". I was half way through saying "well what?" when my taste buds screamed at me that there was a strange unknown flavor in my mouth. Running the obvious through my head of salty and chalky, surprise and curiosity immediately consumed my face. She quickly jumped to remind me of my promise and I could see the concern in her face. Just as quickly I began reassuring her that I was not mad at all, and that if anything I was happy for her and wanted all the details.

We had always had an agreement that if opportunities arose to play with someone and the other was not around that we would let the other know before anything happened. Of course there was also the understanding that there would be times that there would be no chance, and so we would let the other know as soon as reasonably possible. She had also insisted on a rule of no insertion, to which at the same time I made her promise that if the time ever came that she wanted to change her mind we could revoke that one. I asked her if he was ok with things and she admitted that he passed out too quick for any confirmation.

I took her out of the door and over to the front of my truck to get away from the front window so we could talk more. Poor thing was so excited from the morning’s events that I don’t think it even dawned on her how sheer that shirt became in the sunlight. To make things even better, the shirt being so short exposed more and more of her swollen wet lips every time she lifted her arms during her detailed explanation of events. I could only guess how much of her tight lil ass was showing off to the neighbors driving down our street? Lucky for me, my wife is the kind of girl that is so animated when she talks that she would probably suffocate if you ever tied her hands up. I must admit though, that watching her glistening wet pussy peering out at me during our conversation was driving my cock crazy in the restraints of my slacks.

She continued to explain how she was so out of it that without opening her eyes she just assumed that I changed my mind and had climbed back into bed. So she naturally cuddled up from behind and wrapped her arms around me holding on to my cock. By far her favorite way to sleep and I must admit mine too. Well when she started to feel the cock grow, it made her start thinking of all of the previous night’s events which in turn started her juices to flow. That’s when she got the idea of waking me up for a little morning fun before our friend woke up. It wasn't until she took a hold of my shoulder to roll me over that she suddenly realized that my shoulders were not so broad, and my chest had obviously shrunk. This was the first time that she actually opened her eyes and to her pleasant surprise there lying right in front of her, in her bed, was his completely naked body lying stretched out just for her.

I began to notice that with the more details she described, the faster her breathing was becoming, which in turn caused my curious eyes to drift down to her stiffening nipples through the thin worn out t-shirt. I returned my gaze to her beautiful brown eyes as she continued; describing how seeing his full hard cock in the morning sunlight was causing all kinds of dirty thoughts to dance through her mind. So she came to the completely natural conclusion that since he hadn’t stopped her from holding and stroking it earlier that it would obviously be okay for her to continue. So she moved her head down to his flat stomach and rested her face just inches away from the tip, continuing her slow stroking of his shaft, taking time to observe every vein, ripple and contour. Realizing that his breathing was beginning to pick up, she playfully whispered to his cock asking him if he wanted her to stop. She was disappointed at first hoping for some sort of response, but then quickly realized that to her surprise he was actually still passed out asleep. With that she began to really feel bad and truly tried to stop, but that she just couldn't.

I stopped her for a moment just to assure her that she did absolutely nothing wrong, and asked her to please continue and tell me what happened next. After almost convincing herself to stop, she noticed some precum oozing from his slit. That’s when my sweet shy lil baby blurted out to me, right there on the driveway "and that's when I just lost it!", and began describing the next part to me as if some kind of an unknown force began shoving the back of her head down totally against her will.

Yeah I'm chuckling at this part but hey if it makes her feel better, right? Although there was something about the way she confessed of how she almost came the moment the head of his cock touched her lips that just about had me exploding right there on the driveway. Once again I found my attention wondering as I allowed my eyes to glide down her perfect body, stopping at the ever growing wet spot on the bottom of her t-shirt from her bald lil pussy beginning to turn the tissue thin white material completely transparent. Trying desperately to be a good attentive husband, I snapped back to her continuation of the events, as she was describing how she started off slowly sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. How she made sure to take her sweet time to allow her tongue to memorize all of the crevices and curvatures of this new found shaft, all the while listening to his sweet moans of pleasure gain in volume. She confessed how she almost jumped apologetically when she felt his hand caress the back of her head, but quickly realized that he was actually pushing her head in the direction that she already wanted to go in the first place. That was all she needed to begin devouring him, but sadly for her she said that he didn't last much longer before exploding into her mouth. Thinking to herself of how cute it was when he tried to be a gentleman and pull her off before he shot but of course she was not having any of that. After milking his shaft for every last drop and releasing him from her mouth’s hold, he quickly got up and darted into the bathroom.
Now I love my wife but she can be a tad on the oversensitive side sometimes and was quite confused on if or what she did wrong to make him make such a hasty exit. I explained to her that he has always been somewhat of a neat freak and probably just didn’t want to risk getting any of it on our sheets. Which seemed to make some sense to her as she did say that only after a minute or two he reappeared and to her excited delight climbed right back into bed with her. Then she did the cute lil pouty lip face as she confessed that he was too exhausted from the explosion for a round two.

He did manage to muster up a lil bit of energy for some kissing and petting. Which turned into some pillow talk, mostly just reassuring that everything was ok between the two of them. Knowing my wife’s oral talents combine the understanding of how men don’t really care about talking after sex, I was not surprised when she said that not too long into the talking and his eyes were getting heavy. She said he was almost out when he mumbled "he's going to kill me”, and that was when she knew she had to call me. I quickly took her into my arms letting the bulge of my pants duck underneath her tent and nuzzle into her dripping folds and began repeating to her how I was fine with everything and how happy I was for her. The problem was that I could see there was something else.

It didn't take much pushing of the topic before she asked me if I remembered our rule of no insertion. I acknowledge by simply reminding her that that was her rule and asked if she wanted to eighty-six it for him? Tucking her head down and biting her bottom lip, she just nodded in confirmation. I didn’t want this to end but I knew that I had to get back to work so I decided it was time to point out to her the transparency of her t-shirt that her wet pussy was causing, to which she pointed out to me that our neighbor had been watering the same spot of bushes for the last five minutes. Concerned for the old horn dog’s health, I escorted her inside.

Immediately inside she peeled off her wet toilet paper excuse for a shirt, completely exposing her beautiful body that I loved so much. Again turning on the sultry sexy side, with an added naughty type smile she asked if I thought it was safe for her to shower by herself and suggested that I join her for protection purposes only of course. Honestly I tried everything I could to reply in my best Rico Suave type voice but it came out more as laughing. I composed myself and just explained to her how she didn’t really give me much to go on when she called so I had only told my boss that she was stuck on a chair because she had found a mouse in the kitchen and I had to go save her. I went back to being playful and whispered that I had ninjas hiding in the house for her protection so to go take her shower and I would be back at lunch. Once again I got the pouty lip look as she turned away from me. In her quest to always have the last word, she kept her legs completely stiff as she slowly began to bend over. The more she bent over the more her lips began to part exposing her dripping wet lil “v”, which in turn caused more and more of the threads in my slacks to pop. Once her hands finally reached her ankles she began running her right hand up the inside of her calf continuing all the way up between her legs, finally coming to rest on her glistening lips. Watching intently as she tormented me even more by using her first and third fingers to spread her swollen lips even farther apart. It seemed like slow motion as I watched her middle finger slowly slide into her wet hole, her juices already dripping down her hand. My attention however was diverted when I caught her beautiful brown eyes peering coyly at me from around her calf as she said "she'll be waiting."