Doris Takes Cock

We had been to a friend’s birthday party, a meal and a dance, and now we were almost ready to leave. My very sexy wife Doris is half chinese, cute and curvy and petite, with black hair, a pretty face and delightful pert high set tits. For this night out she had chosen to wear a new black party dress, stockings and high heels, and she looked stunning. The dress was short, a few inches above the knee, gathered at the waist and slightly flared, both of which helped emphasise her legs and her lovely rounded bottom. The top fitted tightly across her breasts, and was held by two narrow shoulder straps.

Having watched her earlier getting ready to go out, I knew what beautiful lingerie Doris was wearing underneath the dress, and hoped someone else might also find this out later. There were hints, of course, when Doris would sit down, cross her legs, and let her dress ride up her thighs. At times I, and others, could catch a glimpse of the tops of her stockings, and in at least one careless moment I caught sight of bare thigh flesh and suspenders straps above the top of her stocking.

Probably helped by her careless leg display, Doris was getting plenty of attention. We knew only a handful of the guests, but when the dancing started Doris had been frequently invited onto the floor, and between times was frequently getting her glass refilled. She was soon more than a little bit tipsy, but not yet drunk.

Just before leaving, we sat down at a table for a few minutes, where we were immediately joined by another couple who introduced themselves as Mike and Eve. It seemed like they had just been waiting to pounce on us. Mike, an older man, well dressed, probably well-heeled too, had been one of the many men who had earlier been dancing with Doris. His wife Eve was well built, blonde, and perhaps a bit extrovert. After a few minutes chat, she excused herself to speak to someone, leaving Mike and me alone with Doris.

By now my wife seemed to be in a bit of a tipsy haze, and very drunk, not paying much attention, as Mike leaned over to me. In a whisper, so that Doris couldn’t hear, he said, “I’ve been watching your wife all night. Bit of a prick tease, isn’t she. I love it when she sits down and crosses her legs so that her stocking tops are showing. Very, very nice. She pretends she doesn’t know what she’s doing, but I suppose you’re used to all that.”

I replied in a low murmur, “Yes, Doris really loves wearing stockings…and it’s so nice when you get to see that little bit of white thigh…” I saw the gleam in his eye brighten as he leaned closer to me to whisper, “My wife likes her too, if you know what I mean…” I glanced across at his wife Eve, who was standing a few yards away talking to someone, but at that moment just happened to be looking straight towards Doris. I could almost see the thoughts running through her mind.

Mike touched my arm and said softly, “Why don’t you bring Doris back to our place for a nightcap? Never know what might happen.”

I knew very well what he wanted to happen, and decided to take him up on his offer. Mike gave me his address and left us, and quite quickly, Doris and I then managed to slip away and soon we were at Mike and Eve’s door. Mike ushered us in and pressed drinks in our hands. Eve was sitting on a couch with a huge smile on her face. “Thanks so much for coming. Doris, come and sit beside me.”

I guided Doris to the couch where she managed to sit down beside Eve without spilling her drink. She automatically crossed her legs, revealing another glimpse of lacy black stocking top which she made no attempt to hide, making me think she was drunk enough already for us to start playing games with her.

There was a tap at the door, and Mike brought in a newcomer, and introduced him as John. A bit tubby, probably 60-ish, the same sort of age group as Mike and Eve. John looked across at Doris and turned to Mike. In a low voice, “Jeez,” he muttered. “You said this was a nice one, but bloody hell, I didn’t think she would look so fucking good.”

Mike and Eve both laughed, and Mike murmured, “Yeah, she looks good, doesn’t she. Very fuckable. And she’s very drunk. We can have a lot of fun with this one.” He looked at me. “You Ok with this, chum?”

I nodded. “Of course, I know what it’s about. When she gets drunk ….. well, I’m enjoying this, I like watching.”

Mike looked at John then back at me. “You mean she’s up for it, right?”

“Doesn’t matter if she is or not,” I answered crudely. “When she’s drunk and horny, Doris takes cock any way you want to give her it. She might pretend and say no but she means yes. Anyone could do anything with her.” As I settled myself down to see what they were going to do with Doris, I knew Mike had got the message.

Eve encouraged Doris to have a couple more drinks, then snuggled closer. Her arm went round Doris’s shoulder. Turning to the men watching, she murmured, “I know both of you want to shag Doris, OK? But I want some fun with her too, so I’ll give you a show before you start with her.”

She turned her attention to Doris again, leaning across and putting both hands round Doris’s head. For a moment both women looked into each other’s eyes. Then Eve drew Doris’s face against her own. Doris looked so shocked, but she did nothing to resist as their lips met. It was extremely erotic seeing this older brassy woman kissing my pretty young wife, holding her head, and the way they were sitting, both women were showing a lot of thigh.