Cream for Her Coffee

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“Come out here for a minute, will you hon,” my wife Anne called to me.

She was sitting on the deck facing the lake enjoying a beautiful July morning with her friend Kelly. Anne has known Kelly since childhood, and the two have been close throughout the 27 years Anne and I have been married. Kelly was visiting us at our cabin in the Northwoods of Minnesota for a few days, as she has for the past several summers. I grabbed my cup of coffee and went out onto the back deck.

“What’s up?” I said.

“Kelly was just telling me about an article she read in a magazine that said that men jerk off several times a week, regardless if they’re getting sex from their partners or not,” she said. “Do you do that?”

Now how was I supposed to answer that question, especially in front of Anne’s good friend? Both of them sat there sipping their coffee, looking at me, waiting for my reply.

“I don’t know, probably a couple of times,” I said.

“So you do jerk off?” Anne said, as if I was doing something unholy.

“Everybody masturbates sometimes,” I said defending myself. “I bet you two do.”

The girls looked at each other and giggled. Who knows what goes on the minds of women? I settled into the lone empty chair on the deck and joined their conversation. They went back and forth about masturbation for quite some time before Kelly finally said, “You know, I’ve been with a lot of guys over the years, but I’ve never actually seen one of them jerk off.”

It’s true about Kelly, she has been with a lot of guys over the years. Both she and my wife are 52 years old, although both are in great shape, are very attractive and could easily pass for women years younger. Kelly has never married; partly because she enjoys being with different guys on a regular basis, and partly because she’s very particular about who she would even consider as a husband. As a result, Kelly is a very hot unmarried cougar.

“I haven’t either,” Anne chimed in. “I’ve given him a number of hand jobs,” tilting her head toward me, “but I’ve never seen him jerk off himself.”

“Well maybe it’s time for both of us to see it,” Kelly said. She looked at me and said, “What do you say big guy, you want to give us girls a show? That is, if it’s alright with your beautiful wife.”

“I’d love to see that show,” Anne said, turning in her seat to face me. “What do you say? I bet you’d jerk off later anyway, why not show us how you do it?”

I couldn’t believe it. My wife was actually asking me to masturbate in front of her and her girl friend. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, heck, the mere thought of it had made my cock stir in my shorts. “I guess so,” I said, “but you’re going to have to do a couple of things for me first.”

“We’re not going to agree to anything,” Kelly said, “but tell us what you have in mind.”

“OK,” I said, “first, Anne, you need to get me the lube from the bedroom. If I’m going to do this, I want to be well lubricated.”

“Agreed,” Anne replied, “what else?”

“If I’m going to jerk off in front of you, I need something to stimulate me, so to speak. So both of you have to show me your tits.”

Anne and Kelly looked at each other. Kelly raised her eyebrow slightly and shrugged her shoulder. I guess that meant yes, because Anne said, “Alright, is that it?”

“Yep. Get me the lube and show me your tits and I’ll jerk off for you,” I offered.

Anne got up and went inside. Kelly looked at me, but neither of us said a word. In a second, Anne was back with a half-full bottle of KY liquid. She handed it to me then settled down in her chair. I got up from my seat and stood in front of the two good friends. My back was to the lake as I leaned against the wooden railing of our deck. I undid the belt and top button on my shorts and pulled down the zipper. I dropped my shorts and stood there in my boxers. “Before I go any further, you two have to take off your tops,” I said.

Both Anne and Kelly were still wearing what they had slept in the night before. Anne was wearing a very tight tank top and a pair of white cotton boy-cut panties. Kelly was wearing an extra large T-shirt that came down to the middle of her thighs. Again Anne and Kelly looked at each other and shrugged.

Anne pulled her tank top up and off. My wife is a beautiful woman with great looking tits. She’s 5 foot 2 inches, weighs about 115 pounds, and keeps her body toned and tight with a rigorous work-out schedule that includes daily 10-mile runs, as well as Pilate’s and yoga. Anne’s tits, which are a natural 34C, are firm and round and stand out from her chest even when she isn’t wearing a bra. Anne’s tits were now naked as she sat in front of me.

Kelly then pulled her T-shirt off to reveal her gigantic 34DD boobs. I always knew Kelly’s tits were big, it was impossible not notice them no matter what clothes she on, but seeing them naked was a revelation. They were easily the size of cantaloupes, maybe bigger. And that wasn’t all. Kelly wasn’t wearing any panties.

“This is all I wear when I sleep,” Kelly said, directing her comments to Anne; explaining why she was now sitting naked in front of her friend’s husband.

Kelly’s pussy was a luscious sight. Her lips were full and pink and she kept herself shaved completely clean. Here I was looking at my wife’s friend’s hairless pussy as I prepared to jerk off for them outside on our back porch, not more than 50 feet from the lake, where any boater could motor by and catch quite a show.

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