Massive Creampie

"I really want to dance for them, and get them to fuck me", she whispered lustfully. "I just wanted to make sure you will be o.k. watching your wife entertain your three buddies, and making them cum", she looked into my eyes, and I could see the lust and desire in hers. Maybe it was a reflection from my own, because at that moment I wanted nothing more in life than to see her live her fantasy while I watched.

"I will do anything you ask to make your fantasies come true, darling", I said, sincerely.

"I love you so", she said as she threw her arms around my neck and pulled herself even closer, kissing me passionately. I grabbed her butt and pulled her as close as I could, so she could feel my heart beating through my cock against her lower belly. She threw her legs up around my waste and pressed her clit directly against my throbbing cock, though some clothes still remained between us. She gasped and we broke off our embrace, before us both came in our pants.

Then, she abruptly broke it off, and took it to the next place in our favorite fantasy.

"I want to show you a dance I have been working on" she began, "but I need to talk to my hubby first. Why don't you boys take care of the steaks and set up the chairs for the show while my husband and I conference in the house"

She took my hand and we walked to the house. All eyes were on her fine body, her breasts swaying and bouncing with each step, both butt cheeks bare in her string bikini/thong, her fine pussy showing from behind between her thighs. Once inside, out of earshot, she confided in me, pressing her hot body up against mine, her radiance warming my hard cock and chest.

Bill began to take Lisa in his arms from the front, but she kept up the massage pretense. "No" she whined, "from the back". Bill dutifully assumed the same position as Jack had enjoyed, and was happy to dry hump my wife's ass as her stance spread for balance. I'm pretty sure she could feel his hard cock head pressing her asshole at least once during their "massage".

"You're bad", she chided Bill, "so now it's Jack's turn to help get me warmed up"

Bill, too, backed away as Jack joined us all on the same side of the table. None of the men wanted to go very far away, the sexual excitement was intoxicating.

Jack knew the pose, and he chose to make his a loving caress, for which Lisa turned her head and gave him a long kiss, their tongues dancing as he massaged her fine breasts and she pushed his hard cock about with her butt crack.

Lisa immediately backed up against Fred and wiggled her butt, trying to feel where his cock was. Fred didn't shy away, but almost lost his balance, so he wrapped his arms around her to steady himself. As he held her close, she swayed her butt some more, pressing against him, and he returned her advances by caressing her left breast with his right hand and her right breast with his left.

"Umm, that feels real good, Fred", as he massaged her breasts. She pressed her body back into him and enjoyed the feel of his hardening cock through his trousers. "I think we need to give Bill his turn next" and she concluded their foreplay with a wet tongue kiss on Fred's mouth.

"Are you enjoying this as much as me?" she asked me, as Bill walked up and Jack stepped back to make room. I nodded my approval, and raised my eyebrows as well.

"I want to give you boys a show in a little while", she said, adding to their anticipation, " but right now I need one of you big strong men to come around her and massage my aching shoulders".

"Me, me", Bill, Fred, and Jack said, almost in unison as they all moved toward us.

"You can take turns", she giggled "How about you first, Fred", her left pointing arm emphasized with the delightful bounce of her left breast.

"Sure", Fred said, pleased as punch, and you could read disappointment on the other fellows faces. He walked up behind Lisa, sat his beer on the table in front of us, and began to knead her shoulders.

"My Lord, Lisa", Fred was the first to finally comment "you are absolutely gorgeous."

"Yea, I wish you were on the menu", Bill piped in, taking the comments up a notch on the raunchy scale.

"Oh, I thought you boys might like a little show", she said coyly. "My husband likes it when I show off. Do you like my bathing suit?" she asked, standing proudly, her breasts jutting out as she turned a delightful 360 and showed them almost everything she had to show.

"Yea, you look awesome" was one of the comments jumbled in with a couple of other simultaneous expressions of appreciation.

At first, Lisa was a little shy about parading around in her tiny little swimsuit in the backyard, while we worked on cooking the steaks. Good thing we had a gas barbecue, because I had the feeling that tube steaks were going to be the appetizer, and I could slow cook the beef steaks during the festivities. Lisa wore a man's shirt over her swimsuit, with only one button buttoned, which teased with an occasional crotch shot or cleavage. I couldn't wait for the guy's reaction when they saw my wife without the shirt.

On the day of the barbecue, after all the guys had arrived, Lisa stood close to me, helping prepare the spread, while the guys sat around. Then, after just a couple of minutes, she announced she was hot and took off the shirt. The guys whistled quietly and gasped, because she was awesome, with her hardening nipples straining against the thin bikini material, the strings stretching between her breasts like a tight rope across a cavern.

Even though (and maybe because) she looked so absolutely fuckable, they minded their manners, and acted cool. Lisa stood there, bouncing up and down on her toes to make her breasts bounce as she prepared the condiments. The fellows tried to keep their "knowing glances" between each other secret from Lisa's sight.