"How do you tell your wife that you want to see her make love with another man? As much as I wanted it I just couldn't bring myself to tell her, but J...n would not be denied. She knew there was something there and she went to work to dig it out. She finally managed to get the whole story out of me and then she surprised me."Okay, I will if you will." Will what?" Make love to another man." You have to be kidding?" Nope."Needless to say that put a quick end to that discussion.But Jen wouldn't let. They'd have dinner and a few drinks, but they didn't come home drunk. Of course when this was all happening, I didn't know about drinking or getting drunk. In hindsight, however, I know it's true. Sometimes they went to a movie.Whenever they went out my sister was left in charge. She was never mean to me, but she took her responsibility seriously. Usually it was a Friday or Saturday night when Mom and Dad went out. By the time I was ten we'd had television for about four years. Steph and I. I opened my eyes and saw my lovely boyfriend in between my legs, eyes glued on my perfect pussy. His blue eyes wandered up past my naval, up my breasts, paused on my hard nipples, then he met my gaze. I moaned loudly and he slipped a second finger in my tight, wet hole."You like that?" He grunted. "Mmm, yes. Don't stop." I bit my bottom lip and he slipped a third finger inside of me. His finger made a 'come here' motion in my soaking pussy, playing with my g-spot. "I'm going to cum, baby! Don't. She is aware without looking that every eye in the place is on her, and the buzz of conversation has died away. While the circling caressing of her buttocks continues, Stella feels the blonde’s other hand begin its journey up the front of her thigh. Up and down, up and down, until the back of the hand brushes against her pussy, which today (like all days) is shaved as smooth as a baby. Stella is unable to completely suppress a gasp at this contact. The blonde hesitates for a moment, then begins.