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30 Temmuz 2022, 01:33
It had been what you'd call a normal night at the local pub we frequented; alcohol, music, and good company. My wife and I stayed until the bitter end as we were enjoying the evening so much.We were both a bit worse for wear I believe, due to too much alcohol, but nothing new there then! We started to walk home, arm in arm, talking dirty to each other, again, as normal, which led to me squeezing my wife's backside, and touching her breast with the other hand as we went. This was normally how the journey of about one mile to our home went after a visit to the pub; us talking dirty to each other, feeling each other up, and more often than not, removing items of my wife's clothing to let me look at, and touch her body as we walked slowly home.As we neared a stretch of terrace houses, I led my wife between the two gateposts of the first house, which had high hedges surrounding, thereby hiding us from the road. We started to kiss, and due to us both being horny at that time of the evening, I suggested to her that she remove her tight jeans, which had been showing off her lovely backside to the pub regulars all evening*and she then walked home just wearing her blouse, which by now only had about two*buttons still done up, and her underpants, which were white cotton, not as brief as some she possessed.She agreed to this eagerly and proceeded to remove her jeans. I folded her jeans over my shoulder, and caressing her buttocks, went back out onto the pavement bahis siteleri (http://www.eryom.com/) to recommence our walk home.We walked along, me caressing her butt, sometimes pushing my hand into the waistband of her pants to feel skin against my hand.I gradually rolled down the pant waistband, making it narrower all the time, until there was a tiny triangle of cotton almost covering her pubic hair (but not quite); the rest of the pants having been rolled down into a narrow roll of cotton, way below her hips, horizontal to the top of the small triangle of cloth. This meant that the sides of her pants now covered nothing, and her pubes sprouted out over the top of the triangle that was all that was left of her pants.*As we walked on, I was nibbling her neck, talking filth (as usual), and pushing my fingers down into the tiny scrap of material below her hips, both front and back, to stimulate her pussy and butt hole, sometimes both at once. She was obviously soaking wet by now, and due to the late hour, and lack of cars around, didn't stop my fingering, or object when I undid the last buttons on her blouse, to allow her fabulous tits out into the open, for me to look at and feel.I loved moments like this; my wife soaking my fingers, the scrap of material not protecting her modesty at all. I sometimes lowered my head to suck on her breast; caressed both tits freely, and revelled in the copious amounts of liquid running down my wife's legs from my fingering of her canlı bahis siteleri (http://www.eryom.com/) pussy.My wife tried to feel my cock through my trousers;*my erection trying its best to break from them;*and tried her best whilst walking, to undo my zip to allow her to feel my cock in the open air. As she tried to do that, she looked ahead, and said, "Oh God, look, it's Dave!" I looked up and could see that a friend of ours, who had been talking to someone else on the pavement further ahead, was now standing waiting for us as he knew we were behind him.My wife's first reaction was to run into another doorway to put her jeans back on, but I stopped her. I said, "Don't do that; it will only look suspicious, hiding in a doorway. Just button your blouse back up, and I'll say you tipped lager over yourself, so removed your jeans as they were sticky and cold." She did this, slowly doing up buttons, not to make it too obvious what she was doing.Even as we approached Dave, I couldn't help feel a little excited because of how my wife was dressed in front of him. We hadn't exposed her to anyone before this, but had fantasised about it for quite some time whilst making love. We neared him, said hello, and asked him what he had been doing, etc. He answered our queries as best he could. He struggled a little with his words; partly due to him having a slight stammer, and partly I think, because he was confronted by my wife*hardly wearing any clothes.He couldn't see much canlı bahis (http://www.eryom.com/) then, but I decided to see how far we could take this. As we chatted and walked, I placed my arm around my wife's hip, to cuddle her as we went, but then to slowly drop my arm until my hand was once again touching her butt, which I squeezed. She flinched slightly as I did this, but when I could whisper to her without Dave being aware, told her not to worry, we could still enjoy ourselves.Whilst walking, I then started to touch my wife's pussy from behind; pushing my fingers between her buttcheeks to reach her still soaking wet lips. Her pants, such as they were, were now below her butt and were in danger of falling down. She whispered this to me, to which I replied, "So what? He can't see anything." She began to panic a little as the tiny shrivelled-up pants started to glide down her legs. I stepped in front of her, shielding her from Dave's view, and quickly scooped up her pants and put them in my pocket.All my wife now wore was her blouse! I kept up my fingering of her pussy from behind, and started to whisper to her to undo a button on her blouse. She looked horrified at this suggestion, but at the same time was suffering from a case of copious vaginal fluid running down both legs.I think it was all she could do not to stop in the middle of the pavement and have a full-blown orgasm in front of us both. This, I think, helped her become more daring than ever before, and when Dave wasn't looking, opened two buttons to show a lovely full cleavage to us both.When Dave looked over next, I was watching him for his reaction. He really did do a double-take, before feasting his eyes on the view on offer.