Gay Erotic Stories

My wife is a lovely Asian lady, slim, intelligent attractive, and an absolute delight to see naked. We always had a magnificent sex life and she would entertain a million fantasies in the dark of our room as we worked up to frenzied lovemaking. She knew that I delighted in fantasies of her small pert breasts falling out of her top in public, and shopping in a tight skirt with no panties, but always made it clear that fantasy was fantasy and it stayed in the bedroom. In fairness, on a couple of occasions in the safety of our car driving home from a dinner date she did permit me to open her top to her waist and gaze at her bra'd breasts while she drove, and once shucked her skirt up around her waist so I could see her white knickers glowing in the dark. One evening found us at a friend’s place, my wife and our kids having gone earlier in the afternoon, I joining them after work. It was a hot afternoon, and while the kids played in the garden, my wife and her girlfriend sat at the dining table sipping wine and talking lazily. She was wearing a singlet top over a tired old bra which no longer fitted snugly, and as I walked past her, I realised it did not take much effort to look over her shoulder and down the front of her top. She was slumped in a chair, and her small brown breasts were clearly visible nestled in her bra. So were her large dark nipples. She lazily kissed me and indicated I should get a drink. As I sat down with them, her friends husband walked past her and I noticed that his eyes stole furtively to her shoulders. I had no doubt that his gaze dropped over her shoulders and down into her bra. He passed back behind her minutes later, stealing another glance and clearly helping himself to a clear view of my wife’s nice round tits. I liked the thought of her tits being on display to him and imagined his fantasy of perhaps having them in his hands or his mouth. Later when we were alone, I gave my wife a hug, slipping my hand into her left bra cup and squeezing the warm mound of flesh inside it. I whispered in her ear that I wanted her to take her bra off...for me of course. She pulled away rolling her eyes and went back to her drink. Nonetheless, at some stage she disappeared to the bathroom, and returned later giving me a filthy look. My friend made his excuses to walk behind her chair yet again, and I could tell from his expression that nothing was left to his imagination. She had obliged me obviously, removing her bra and he had a full and clear view of my wife’s tits. I suspect she knew the removal of her bra was not for my benefit alone, as she drank lots and became very tipsy, making no effort to make it hard for us to see into her top. Much later in the night, I went with my friend’s wife to put all the kids to sleep, leaving my wife sitting alone at the dining table, my friend topping up her drink. I heard a low moan from my wife and peeked around the doorframe to see my friend place another glass of wine in front of her, and then place his hands on her shoulders, starting to massage them. She moaned again, and I could see she had her eyes closed, head to one side. His eyes were wide open, plunging down the neckline of my wife’s top and feasting on her tits. His hands moved down over the front of her shoulders, stopping briefly to determine if there would be any protest. I watched, my heart in my mouth, a strange stirring in my groin, and when she just moaned again, he let his hands slide further down just to the neckline of her singlet top. He paused again. No negative reaction. The next move was a violent one. He plunged both hands deep into her top, scooping up her breasts, both of them grunting as he did. I cannot blame him--she has great tits. As I watched, he bent his head over her shoulder, pulling her singlet down to totally expose her left tit and then sucked it into his mouth. At this point she pushed him away, pulling his hands out of her top. But I could clearly see one very hard, swollen wet nipple before it disappeared back into her top. She was very quiet as we drove home, and later as she slept, I undid her pajama top and gazed at her breasts, excited that they had been in another mans hands only hours earlier. I hoped that this might be the start of something exciting.