Sharing My Wife Amanda Ch. 09

Amanda laughed.

The trio ate and drank and talked over dinner. The conversation primarily focused on Amanda's recent sexual history. Both of her dates for the night, it seemed, had a hunger for her juicy stories. Although Amanda and I had given them bits and pieces before, this time she didn't hold back and confessed everything, down to the most insane, graphic details.

Near the end of the night, the couple sat with wide eyes and incredulous expressions. Amanda reached out and gripped Scott's hand while simultaneously sliding her foot up and down Brandy's leg. "So now you both REALLY know what you've gotten yourselves into. Do you still want to me to come home with you?"

The couple looked at each other, and an understanding passed between them.

Brandy asked quietly, "Do you know why I picked that particular dress for you? Other than the fact that I knew you would look so unbelievably sexy wearing it."

"No. Tell me."

"I knew that dress would be so tight on you that you wouldn't be able to wear any underwear." The busty blonde arched an eyebrow. "You aren't wearing any underwear, are you?"

Amanda shifted her legs. "You know I'm not."

"That's good, because my wife is wearing some right now. Red lacy panties. Crotchless."

Amanda grinned. "For easy access."

Scott nodded. "For easy access," he echoed. "Baby, take them off."

Brandy looked around furtively. When she was certain no one was looking, she reached down and deftly wiggled out of her underwear. She held it up and kept it close to her body so only her companions could see it.

"Good. Now give them to Amanda." Scott looked directly at my wife. "I want you to put them on. Right now."

Amanda's eyes widened. She had done some very naughty things, but his request caught her off guard.

Brandy reached out across the table with a balled fist. She opened her fingers, letting the panties drop from her hand. Amanda quickly snatched it, and hid them under the table.

"Put them on," Scott repeated, more firmly this time.

"Seriously, I'll rip this dress if I bend down!"

Brandy looked gravelly at her. "We're not leaving until you put those panties on. And don't even think about going to the ladies' room to do it." Clearly, she was siding with her husband.

Fate often seems to have a sense of humor, for as luck would have it, Phillip appeared. "Just thought I'd check in to make sure everything is going well," he said warmly. "I hope the food has been to your liking?"

"Everything has been fantastic, and the food here is excellent," Brandy replied sincerely.

"I'm happy to hear that!"

"Actually, Phillip, I do need your help with something."

"Of course, Amanda. What can I do for you?"

My wife cautiously showed him the red panties. Phillip stared at them, unsure of what was being asked of him.

"Can you help me with these? Please."

"What?"

In spite of herself, my wife laughed. "I need your help to get these on. I can't bend down, my dress is too tight."

The tall Asian man looked from Amanda to Brandy and Scott, then back to Amanda.

"Just pretend like I dropped something, and you're picking it up for me," she suggested mildly.

Phillip stood rooted in place for a moment longer. Had anyone else asked him to do this favor for him, he would've reacted differently. But he knew my wife, and suspected the game that was being played. They did, after all, have a history together.

"There is definitely some excitement in store for you tonight." The ponytailed man chuckled as he sank to one knee and took the underwear. Making sure his actions were shielded from view, he coolly looped the panties around Amanda's ankles, and gently slid them up, lightly brushing his hand against her thighs as he did so.

Amanda smiled at his touch. She wiggled her hips as she adjusted her new underwear. She could still feel Brandy's bodily heat emanating from the fabric, and it was a sensation that my wife found extremely sexy.

"Thank you, Phillip. You're always such a sweetheart."

"Anything for the opportunity to touch you again." He was about to say something to Brandy and Scott, but stopped. Instead, he simply told the trio, "I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening... and the weekend." With a nod, he walked away.

"I like him," Brandy gushed. She looked at her husband as she spoke to my wife. "Maybe one of these days, you can...formally...introduce me to him."

Dessert came not long after that, and they finished it quickly, knowing that a sex-filled night still lay ahead of them.

Scott was a reluctant chauffeur after they left the restaurant. He nearly drove off the road several times while watching the ladies through the rearview mirror as they made out in the back seat. "I can't wait to have you both," he growled, his erection longing to break free from the confines of his pants. He pushed dangerously passed the speed limit, anxious to get home and finally have that threesome he had been fantasizing about.

Brandy peeled my wife's skirt up over her hips as she eyed her red panties which now adorned Amanda. "They look so good on you," the petite blonde remarked. She licked her licked her index and middle fingers, and drove them into Amanda's pussy once more.

"Easy access," my wife noted breathlessly as she pulled Brandy on top of her.

As they kissed, Brandy rotated her palm upward, and crooked her fingers inside Amanda, scraping my wife's inner walls and making her and moan. Amanda crossed her legs tightly in a playful attempt to her lover out, but Brandy would not be deterred, and her fingers sought to gain deeper entry.

"I can't get enough of your pussy, Amanda. It's always so wet... and smells so good."

"Just think, we still have the entire weekend ahead of us."

For Scott, the ride home lasted an eternity.

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Immediately after they finally reached their destination, the couple anxiously escorted their threesome partner to their bedroom. They were a tangled mess as Brandy and Scott half ushered, half carried my wife, a writhing mass of arms and less, as they kissed and groped one another.

Just as they were about to enter the bedroom, Amanda suddenly stopped. "Hold on, I need to do something first."

But Scott swore and tugged at her arm desperately. "You are NOT making me wait any minute! I'm so hard for you, I need you right now!"

Amanda kissed them both quickly. "Scott...Brandy... go into the bedroom. I won't be long, I promise! There's just something I need to do for my husband." Not bothering to wait for a response, she turned and disappeared.

They looked at each other.

Scott grinned as he suddenly scooped his gorgeous, tiny wife up into his arms. "Let's warm the bed up for our guest." He carried Brandy into the bedroom.

When Amanda entered their bedroom not even 5 minutes later, the husband and wife were already naked in bed. She stood quietly in the doorway and smiled as she watched them. In the dimness, she hear them more than she could see them. Judging by the frenetic pace of their lovemaking... the way they moaned and gyrated against each other, and the way Brandy's tiny feet swung wildly overhead as she lay on her back... Amanda didn't want to interrupt the couple, despite her own rising needs.

But they both became still immediately once they noticed Amanda.

"No, no, please! Don't stop on my account. Keep doing what you're doing. Please!" She actually felt guilty for interrupting them.

But Scott dismounted his wife, and Brandy rolled onto her stomach. They looked at my wife like animals would regard their prey prior to a feeding frenzy. Brandy called out to her, "Come closer...so we can see you."

My wife slowly stepped into the room. She had changed out of her dress and crotchless panties, and now wore the plum-colored bra and boyshort panties that I had given her.

"She looks yummy, doesn't she, Scott?"

"Yes, she most certainly does. Good enough to eat." He beckoned Amanda. "I think it's time you joined us. You've been a bad girl keep me... us... waiting. You're going to get what you deserve."

Amanda approached them as they sat at the edge of the bed, and placed her cell phone on a nearby nightstand. First she kissed Brandy softly on the lips and then Scott before slowly sinking to her knees. "A little prelude of what's to come. Now both of you, spread your legs for me."

The couple could barely contain their excitement.

Amanda put her mouth on Brandy's pussy first. She sealed her lips firmly between the tiny blonde's legs, lathering the entire area with her tongue. Brandy's clit was already stiff, and Amanda flicked her tongue over it several times before delving into her vaginal opening. Brandy had an unmistakable taste, but the traces of masculine fluids were clearly evident.

"Oh, fuck! I can't wait to get my cock into your mouth!"

Scott was stroking himself as he watched my wife give oral sex to his own spouse, but Amanda slapped his hand away and replaced it with hers.

"Oh fuck!" he repeated again. "That feels good... that feels SO good..."

Amanda was aware that Brandy's husband had been chomping at the bit for her. He hadn't even attempted to hide that fact, even from his wife. But Amanda secretly loved having that kind of power over him. She would never admit it aloud, but it was such an ego boost when men stared at her, like they did at the restaurant, barely able to conceal their lust for her. To know men...and women...craved her was the ultimate compliment, even if it did often make her feel uncomfortable and guilty. Sure, the attention had gotten my wife in trouble before. She suddenly thought, again, about the married men she had been with, and figured it was only a matter of time before an enraged spouse confronted her. There would be a price to pay one day, Amanda surmised.

But today was not that day.

Here in the moment, Amanda wanted to please Brandy, and at the same time tease Scott and make him even hotter for her. She knew that the longer she didn't allow him to enter her body, the more pent up aggression he would unleash on her.

So Amanda kept eating Brandy's pussy while slowly massaging Scott's cock.

But Scott could watch the ladies and settle for a handjob only for so long.

With an impatient roar, he reached over and grabbed Amanda by the neck, pulling her off Brandy and planting her head squarely onto his erection. "Sorry, baby," he told his wife apologetically, "but I need her mouth on my cock right now!" Brandy laughed as she leaned over to kiss her husband even as he thrusted his hips forward.

Caught off guard, Amanda half-choked, half-laughed, onto the fat cock that was shoved down her throat. She had anticipated that Scott couldn't hold out for very long, but the short amount of time still surprised her. His meat squelched in her mouth until she was able to swallow all the fluids, and reset. Then my wife commenced his blowjob in earnest.

Scott moaned in pleasure. Had I been home next door, I surely would've heard him! He began thrusting with so much zest that he had to seize Amanda's head for support. Brandy leaned her head on his shoulder as she looked down, watching him feed his cock to her.

"Your reward for being so patient. Oh, Scott... she looks so adorable with your penis in her mouth. Look at how much she loves it!"

Amanda, with flesh protruding from her dripping mouth, look up over at Brandy. In response, she began rubbing the blonde's clit, then drove 3 fingers into her still-wet vagina. She loving being the plaything of our neighbors, sucking the husband while fingering the wife. Amanda continued her actions for a long while until she became hungry for pussy again. Shrugging Scott's hands off her head, she turned back to Brandy and swaddled her tongue between her legs with long, heavy licks. Before the blonde had even stopped moaning, Amanda swung back to Scott and licked him as well, starting from the base of his shaft and up the entire underside, to the very tip. Back and forth she went between her married lovers, sucking and licking, stroking and fingering. All the while tasting and swallowing.

My wife began to fantasize that I was sitting in the room with them, watching her every move while stroking myself. A lewd idea suddenly formed in her mind. She stopped what she was doing, and rose up to her feet. Looking gravelly at the couple, she began undressing.

"Here, let us help," Scott offered. He lowered her panties as Brandy slipped the bra over her head.

Amanda always enjoyed being slowly undressed by her lover; in this case, lovers.

"My husband bought these for me, they're his favorite set."

Brandy smiled appreciatively. "I can see why. They look fabulous on you, and totally suit your personality."

Amanda sank back to her knees again. Casually, she wrapped the panties around Scott's stiff penis, and rubbed the bra all over Brandy's wet pussy and clit. "Do you like that?" she asked them.

Scott nodded. "Uh, yea... never had....ah, love how silky that feels... yes, that's good..."

Brandy smiled and nodded in agreement.

Amanda thought of me as she continued, knowing the idea of her using my favorite bra and panties to masturbate her partners would totally get me off. That knowledge drove her to a higher stage of lust, and she began working them over furiously. Amanda was only vaguely aware that someone---she wasn't sure who---was pleading with her to stop in order to prolong the moment, but she wouldn't relent.

My wife didn't cease until both pieces of underwear were completely drenched. She brought the bra to her nose, and sniffed. Brandy's scent was extremely familiar to her now, and she relished the musty fragrance. And even before she brought the panties to her face, she could already detect the pungent aroma of Scott's semen. The fabric was so saturated and spunk was running all over her fingers.

Amanda noticed a thick layer of milky white semen dulling the sparkle of her wedding ring. There was definitely some irony there, she thought in amusement.

Still, undeterred, my wife sniffed the panties, inhaling the overpowering sent of Scott's cum and savoring its metallic scent. Under normal circumstances, Amanda would've thought to rinse her soiled underwear right away, but she decided to save them for me, just as they were.

A gift; or perhaps evidence of what I had missed.

The couple both noticed the twinkle in my wife's eyes and her twisted smile as she momentarily stared off into space with a dreamy expression.

"You're thinking of something evil, I can tell just by the look on your face."

"Sorry, Brandy. But I left my whips and chains at home. I only use them with my husband." Amanda threw her head back and laughed, casually putting the dirty underwear aside and reaching for her cell phone. "Get close to me," she ordered as she crawled into bed with them. "I want to text my husband a picture of us together."

Brandy and Scott pressed their heads against hers. They were all smiling brightly when Amanda snapped the picture, and immediately sent it to me.

"Tell him I miss him and can't wait to suck his cock again," Brandy said.

"Will do."

Amanda reached over to place her cell phone back on the night stand. When she lay down, Brandy and Scott instantly sandwiched her so that she lay belly to belly with him, and back to belly with her. She caressed Scott's face as they looked into each other's eyes. He placed his hand on her hip while Brandy reached around to fondle my wife's breasts once more, nuzzling the side of my wife's neck. Amanda felt like she was enveloped in a splendid, sexy cocoon, willingly trapped between two warm bodies as they moved against her bare skin. She felt oddly safe and secure, and would've been content to lay there for much longer, quickly starting to semi-doze in a position of warmth and extreme comfort.

But Scott became aroused again in no time; he was still hot for my wife.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood, but pulling Amanda with him. Leading her to the foot of the bed, he then grabbed Brandy by the ankles and dragged her down so that her ankles hung over the edge.

"I'm going to fuck you from behind while I watch you eat my wife's pussy again." It was a statement, not a question. Scott pushed Amanda's head down, bending her at the waist, until her face was buried between Brandy's legs. "That's it, pretty girl. Right where you belong!"

"Scott!" His wife exclaimed in surprise.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm going to give us what we both want. I love you."

He then stepped behind Amanda and licked his fingers before using them to lubricate her hole. "Damn, I haven't been in your pussy yet, and it's already wet and loose!" Latching onto her hips, he speared his hardened pole into her from behind.

Amanda "ahhh'ed" as she felt her lover, literally, drive home his point. He didn't stop until he was fully engulfed by her, the front of his hips pressed against her rear. She lifted her head up long enough to beg him to remain there, before he forced her head back into his wife's pussy. Grinding his cock inside Amanda without pulling out, he reached for Brandy's ankles again, and slung them over Amanda's back.

"Wrap your leg around her head. Don't let our little sex slave escape."

Amanda murmured a muffled response. Scott remained in her and maintained a heavy pressure against her ass, occasionally wigging his hips which made my wife moan and squirm. After hearing her reaction several times, he began lightly spanking her.

Scott shifted his eyes from Amanda's backside to Brandy, whose ankles were crossed in an "X" behind Amanda's head. The hulking man stared at his wife, who was stretched out in a beautiful pose and propped on her elbows, while he fucked the woman who was currently eating her out. They made eye contact, and Brandy brought her hands up to play with her enormous breasts; she wanted to give her husband a show, as well.

"My god, I love you, Brandy. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"I love you more and more each day, Scott."

Amanda heard the exchange, and felt a happy warmth cover her entire body. As much as she enjoyed having sex with them, being partially responsible for enhancing their marriage made her feel good. She began delving into her lover's pussy with greater enthusiasm, using her hands to spread Brandy's vaginal lips and give her tongue more surface area to taste.

Scott pumped into Amanda even harder, retracting his pelvic until his cock was almost completely out of her, and then slamming back in. Each thrust propelled my wife deeper into Brandy, causing the women to moan and tremble together each time.

Scott ran his hands all over my wife's ass as he continued to fuck her. At one point, he withdrew from her vagina, making her groan in dismay. The big man rested his cock on her ass, and began sliding it along the vertical crease. She remained bent at the waist, but was able to rock back far enough to rub against him with a rhythmic undulation of her hips.

"If it's an ass-job he wants, fine then," she thought smugly to herself.

It wasn't long before Scott inevitably succumbed to my wife's skillful use of her ass.

"Fuck... oh god... oh god..."

"That's it, baby!" Brandy cried as she began gyrating her hips equally as hard into Amanda's face. "Don't hold back, let it go! Cum all over her ass!"

Brandy's encouragement must've been the tipping point, Amanda surmised, because my wife heard his ragged grunts followed immediately by something hot and viscous splattering all over her backside. Brandy saw the rapturous expression on her husband's face and began shouting his name over and over, enthralled by his ecstasy as much as her own.

Amanda couldn't contain herself; she gave a victorious cry as she felt her lovers simultaneously discharge their essence onto her. She writhed between them, continuing to rub face and ass against them.