Wife Of Mine Takes On Nine  4.8/5 (32)

We were in Atlantic City for a weekend, an occasion for us since we have two kids who are too young to stay alone. My wife and I decided to give ourselves a break and sent the kids to relatives. I like to gamble at the $10 tables and my wife likes the shows. We also both like golf, so A.C. was our choice, especially since it was within easy driving distance from where we live.

We arrived on Friday afternoon, visited the tables, and then had a light dinner. Afterwards we decided to take a walk to one of the nearby clubs and have a drink. We could hear the band playing as we approached. Inside it was crowded and there was no place to sit. We had to order drinks over people’s shoulders.

As we sipped our drinks, we started talking and listened to the music. Diane is fun to be with and great to look at. She is 5’2″ with natural blonde hair, a nice figure, great ass, and a sexy walk. She has a very foxy face with blue eyes and pretty teeth that really make her smile worth seeing. And so I always try and make her laugh.

As we finished our drinks we started to reach over to order another. A fellow sitting offered Diane his chair. Diane said, “No”, but he insisted, and stood up to show he meant it. She accepted. Diane started small talk with the guy, politely returning the favor by being sociable.

His name was Don and he was with his two friends Matt and Ken. They were on a weekend golf outing with the guys. They had two foursomes down for the weekend and the others were to arrive later on. They were staying at the same hotel/casino. We ordered our drinks and I had the bartender set them up for another as well.

We started talking. The guys were in their mid thirties by my guess. Diane and I have been married 10 years now and we are both in our late thirties. We seemed to have a lot in common, including the general area we were from. They were fun to talk to and ready to party since they were away for the weekend with the guys.

After another few rounds I was feeling it and decided I wanted to head back to the hotel. We started to pay our check. At the same time the guys said they were heading back as well since their friends were probably at the hotel by now. We all paid up and walked out together. It was a warm night. Di had on a low cut blouse that just reached her skirt giving glimpses of her midriff. She looked very sexy walking along.

As we walked we were joking about ‘follow the yellow brick road’ to the riches of the casino, and other silly things. In general, we were just having a good time with new, fairly inebriated acquaintances. As we approached the hotel entrance Ken asked if we wanted to smoke a ‘doob’. We hadn’t done anything like that since college. We looked at each other and then said, “Sure!”

When we reached their room there was a note saying the other guys had arrived and had gone to the casino. Don turned on music and offered a beer from a full cooler that was in the kitchen area. After everyone settled in he lit up.

It went a few rounds and the chatter of conversation increased. The music seemed more intense. “Free Falling” came on. It’s a great song if you want to pretend you know how to sing. Ken was singing to it and Di kind of joined in.

Di and I were sitting on a couch with Ken on one end. I think Di was having a flashback, because when I passed the J she asked if I wanted a shotgun. I said, “Ok.” She placed the lit end in her mouth, touched her lips to mine and gave a nice hit. She turned to Ken and asked if he wanted one, too. He said, “Sure!” rather eagerly I thought.

She pursed her lips and leaned over to him. As she did, he was in an awkward position on the couch, or so it seemed, and he leaned over to put his hand on her waist to steady himself. Since her blouse just reached her skirt, his hand was touching her skin. It felt like they took a bit longer than usual.

It also turned me on. We fantasized a few times over the years about having another man with us in bed, but we are both too conservative to ever think about making it a reality. It occurred to me she was probably a bit naïve and did not realize his hand on her waist was about more than keeping his balance. As they pulled away from each other Ken looked at me and I just nodded my head and smiled.

Ken passed the J to Don but kept his hand on Di’s waist and started talking to her. He was talking to her about college, saying he hadn’t had a shotgun in 15 years, about his twenties before he was married. She was listening and taking it all in, unaware as far as I could tell that his hand was still in place. I reached over and lightly massaged her shoulders.

I think that’s when Don and Frank caught on because the mood seemed to change. All of a sudden the focus was on Diane. As the J made it’s way around to me again I asked Di if she wanted a shotgun. She laughed and said, “I was wondering when you’d offer!”

When she had her hit she returned the favor again to me. Without asking she then turned to Ken and gave him one again.

Di turned to Don and Frank, “You guys want one?”

Frank said, “You bet!”

I stood up to go get another beer. As she walked to Frank I could sense without looking that Ken was staring at her ass. She had to lean at the waist to reach where he was sitting, making her ass pose nicely to our view.

I turned my head to Ken quickly and ‘caught’ him staring. He smiled a kind of sheepish smile and I laughed, “What were you looking at?” He started laughing, too. We were like a bunch of kids, and just like kids there was an underlying tension in our laughing while thinking about the forbidden.

When Di finished the shotgun she turned and said, “What’s all the laughing about?”

“Nuttin’ honey, they were just admiring the view”, I laughed.

She blushed but smiled, finally realizing the attention she was receiving. She said, “You boys!”

Then she turned to me and said playfully, “And you, you’re not even warning me about what they were doing!”

I said, “I couldn’t help myself. Besides, who doesn’t look? It’s the touching that makes it interesting!”

And, without thinking, I reached under her blouse from behind and began massaging her back and shoulders. Without her usual inhibitions that would have caused her to tell me to stop massaging her in front of people, she just lowered her head and said, “mmmmmm, that feels goood.”

After a moment or two, I asked, “Would you like another beer, too?”

She nodded. As I stepped away she said, “Oh, don’t stop, that felt good!” Before I could reply Frank stood up and began massaging her back through her blouse.

He said, “I’ll take over from the bench until the starting quarterback gets back.” I don’t even know what that meant at the moment, but it had it’s own sense to it. I went for our beers in the kitchen.

As I returned to the room everything looked the same except Frank was now massaging her back under the blouse. She was standing where I had left her and had one hand on the armrest of the sofa to steady herself as Frank worked her back. Her blouse began to inch up her back as his strong hands willfully kneaded in a way that forced it upwards.

I handed everyone their beers and opened Di’s for her. Frank finally stopped and said, “She just loves a good back rub.”

She replied, “Yes, I do.”

I sat down on the sofa and pulled her to me so I could continue the back rub. She was sitting again between myself and Ken. I was stimulated by the thought of her being shared, even knowing how remote the possibility really was.

I began rubbing her back again and undid her bra clasp, giving me free access to her whole back. She looked at me funny. I kept massaging. The guys were having a hard time not staring as I pushed her blouse up exposing her full back.

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