My husband enjoys pussy. Especially married pussy. He enjoys the women too; he is a constant, easygoing flirt. Never anything pushy about his flirting. It is just part of his personality, and everybody accepts this about him. Everyone likes him. Men greatly enjoy showing him very intimate pictures of their wives. I honestly do not believe that there is a woman my husband knows that he hasn't seen naked. Many of them have been in person.

James has the kind of magnetic personality that makes it easy for him to just slide a woman's clothes off of her without her seemingly being even aware of what is happening. She is often so entranced with his touch, his soft words, and his gentle kisses, that she even forgets her own husband or others are nearby. I have watched this happen many times over the years.

I remember us being invited to his coworker's house for dinner once. We had met them before, eating at a restaurant. We sat next to each other's spouses with long white tablecloths covering our laps. During the long meal, I kept the husband engaged in conversation while James flirted with her and got his fingers wet under the table. I'm not sure how it happened, but her panties found their way into his pants pocket that evening.

When we arrived at their house, he was pouring wine across the room. She took me into her arms for a greeting and a warm hug. Then quickly forgot me as I passed her over into James' welcoming arms. She melted into a long embrace as I kicked off my shoes and bent over to remove my husband's shoes, then socks, barely noticing me at all. As I walked away from them, her breathing was heavy. My hand patted his ass, encouraging him, and I smiled across the room at her stunned husband.

I hugged her husband. Taking his face into my hands, I turned his face away from them. I told him, "It is just a warm hug in greeting. Ignore it and pay attention to me; it is rude to ignore a guest in your home. Right?" He nodded in agreement. Now with his back to them, my husband's hand left her round butt and slid up and over her full breast while she leaned into a deeper kiss. I could feel my juices flowing as I realized my husband's big cock was slipping up deep inside her easily, letting me know that she had to be very wet for that to happen.

His other hand slipped under her skirt, exposing, then cupping her naked butt cheek. Then the other cheek was exposed, and I could see his balls now between her legs. When had he taken them out? His balls were lifting, and dropping, lifting and dropping. And I knew that he was cumming deep inside of her. Smiling, I offered a silent toast in my head and sipped my wine.

She looked quickly over her shoulder to see if her husband was watching. Ahhh, she finally remembered him. I winked and smiled at her while her husband talked away, about something. She blushed bright red, my husband turned her back to him and kissed her again before pulling his dripping penis out of her and wiping it on the underside of her skirt. She quickly kissed him and ran off to clean up the mess that he had made inside of her. He just grinned at me and returned cock and balls into his pants, and zipped up.

We all were standing there together, wine in hand, when she returned, wearing a different skirt. Her husband did not seem to notice the change. She leaned close to me, and with sperm smelling breath, said she was sorry. Any woman who fucks my husband right in front of me then uses her fingers to scoop my husband's sperm out of her vagina so that she can taste and swallow it has nothing to be sorry about. It was hot. So very hot.

Right before dinner, we went to wash our hands together. And she apologized again for her indiscretion. I told her it was very sexy to watch and that I enjoyed her sperm breath afterward. She once again blushed deeply and asked how she could 'make things right for me'. I responded by removing her bra and leaving the top buttons of her blouse open to mid-breast. I told her that I wanted her to be sexy for us and make her husband horny happy and eager to fuck her after we leave. She blushed but agreed.

During dinner, all eyes were on her pretty breasts and very erect nipples. She had to have noticed the attention, so I casually mentioned how crazy hot her nipples looked in that blouse. Then quickly said that he must be very proud to have a wife confident enough to go braless in public to display such feminine beauty. How could he disagree? He sat a little straighter, a little prouder. She noticed and smiled.

We knew them for years after that. I never once noticed her wearing a bra again. And yes, my husband had the pleasure of having her naked on several occasions and filling her with his baby-making sperm.