Sharing Sharon Pt. 02

"That sounds great, Paul. We'll need about an hour. Our pizza is out for delivery and Sharon will need to tip the driver before we can eat. You know how it is. See you then."

"We'll have a special treat tonight after pizza," I say as I hang up the phone and smile at my wife.

She's wearing some black thigh high socks with white rings at the top and a small butt plug. A standard uniform at our house. She looks gorgeous, as always. She smiles back, her face wreathed in her black, wavy, shoulder length hair. With her pale skin she's positively glowing.

"Why don't you get one of your signs to wear when you pay for the pizza? Your choice."

"I get to choose this time? I already know which one," she says as she opens the closet to get one of the many signs she might hang around her neck when we're playing with strangers. I already know which one she'll pick too and she looks delighted when she comes back wearing it.

"Suck on my tits. $2 per minute," the sign reads. Sharon loves to have her nipples played with and sucked and her c-cup breasts on her small 5'2" frame just invite it. She can even cum from nipple play alone. It's amazing to see, just ask any of my friends. They didn't believe it at first, but once they made it happen themselves, they became convinced.

"I think I hear the car now. Cash is on the end table. Exact change. What are you going to offer for a tip?"

"I was going to offer a hand job this time. Is that ok?"

"That sounds great," I say. "Bring him on in."

It only takes a moment for the doorbell to ring and Sharon grabs the cash and goes to get our pizza. I pick up my tablet and look at the front door camera. It looks like we've scored. A tall redhead college boy with glasses and freckles is standing there with our pizza.

Sharon opens the door and the kid looks shocked. He must not have been expecting a near naked woman to answer the door. But then who does? He's staring at her chest and the sign just above her tits. He seems to realize what he's doing suddenly, looks embarrassed, shoves the pizza box into her hands and runs back to his car. Too bad. He looked like fun for her.

My wife comes back in looking disappointed and sets the pizza down on the coffee table.

"Did you see that? He ran off. Hardly even got to see my boobs. I'm so disappointed. He didn't even collect the money for the pizza."

"Well," I say, "win some, lose some. Why don't you grab some plates and we'll eat here in the living room?"

She goes to the kitchen to get some plates and I check the outside cameras. The delivery car is still there. Suddenly the doorbell rings. I check the camera and the driver has come back. He's talking on his phone to someone.

"Guess who came back, honey? We might salvage this after all."

"Really?" My wife hops back into the room, her breasts bouncing the sign she's still wearing. "Let me go get that," she says excitedly and heads back to the front door. I pick up my tablet again and check the camera.

I see my wife open the door and the driver trying not to look at her.

"Oh hi! You forgot your money."

"Uh...uh...yes. I have my manager on the phone. He made me come back to get the money and he wanted me to apologize for running off like that. Uh...so...uh...sorry?"

The microphones that go with the cameras are pretty sensitive, but I can't quite tell what's his manager is saying to him on the phone. I just hear a little bit of talking and see the driver looking more embarrassed.

"He also wants me to ask if that sign you're wearing is real," he says, in the most embarrassed way possible.

My wife is wonderful. She truly is. I watch as she smiles her biggest smile knowing the effect of her beautiful, nearly naked appearance on any man. She is a force of nature.

"Yes, yes it is," she replies. She thrusts her chest toward the college boy and asks him as if it's the most natural thing in the world, "Would you like to suck on my tits?"

I'm trying not to laugh as I watch this, and I can just hear the boy's manager yelling through the phone "Yes! Yes! Tell her Yes!"

Sharon hears it too and laughs. She takes the boy by the hand, leading him into the house.

"You can put your boss on speaker phone if you like so he can hear better. I don't mind. The more the merrier, right? What's your name?"

"I'm Ian," he says. He presses something on the screen of his phone and then says "And this is my manager, Jerry."

"Hi Jerry. You two come in here and we'll get everything settled."

As they come into the living room, Ian does a double take as he sees me sitting on the sofa. I decide to defuse the impending panic as soon as possible.

"Hello Ian and Jerry. I'm Frank. I hear you'd like to suck on my wife's tits. It's $2 a minute. How many minutes would you like to buy?"

Jerry lets out a whoop of joy over the phone. This is turning out to be far more interesting than we had anticipated.

"Well, I've got $5 of my own money," Ian stammers out.

"That will get you two and a half minutes then. Would you like to watch, Jerry?"

"Watch? I get to watch? Ohmigod yes! Put me on facetime! Uh...please?"

"Sure thing, Jerry. Ian, put him on facetime and hand me your phone. I'll hold it so he can watch. Sharon, lay down on the sofa so Ian can get to your tits easier. Ian, give me your money then you can kneel beside the sofa and start sucking her tits. I'll time you."

Sharon lays down on the sofa while Ian digs a $5 bill from his pocket. I can't help but see the huge bulge in his jeans. This boy is packing some meat. I decide I'm going to tease them just a little bit more.

"Sharon, spread your legs so the boys here can see how wet you are. Ian, take a look at that soaking wet pussy. She gets super excited when people are watching her, that's why she's so wet."

Ian leans in to look and I hold his phone so that Jerry can see too. Sharon spreads her legs wide making her sopping wet pussy visible to everyone, as well as the small butt plug she's wearing. She's completely shaved and has what I call butterfly labia. I love her fleshy lips. As we look a drop of grool leaves her pussy and drips down onto the plug.

"Holy shit! She's got a butt plug!" Jerry shouts from Ian's phone.

"Yes," I laugh. "Yes, she does. She wears them quite a bit. She's quite fond of having things stuck in her butt."

"Wow," they both sigh. Ian seems to have gotten over most of his shyness and seems emboldened. It looks like it's time to get started.

"Ok, Ian, it's time to do some serious titty sucking. I'll make sure Jerry can see."

I start my timer as Ian kneels beside my wife and she grabs his head and pulls it to one of her tits. She's in heaven now and her sighs speak volumes. Ian reaches over and plays with her other tit while he sucks the one then switches. He's really getting into this and so is Sharon. Her moans are soft at first but then louder as all the nipple stimulation presses her towards orgasm. This goes on for over two minutes with her getting closer and closer to orgasm from the stimulation. She's just about to make it to orgasm when the timer beeps.

"Nooooo," she moans as Ian releases her tits and moves to stand up. Everyone can see how frustrated she is that he stopped. She shows great control though and doesn't reach for herself though I know she's truly desperate to come.

"Sorry, honey. Ian's used all the time he paid for. Ian, you did great. You almost made her come. She can do that from just nipple stimulation and you had her very close. See how the pale skin of her chest is slightly flushed? She was just about to come when you stopped."

"Shouldn't we let her cum," he asks? "It is what she wants after all and I'm sorry I didn't have any more money, but wouldn't it be good to let her cum?"

I know just what to do at this point. I wink at my wife and she grins. She doesn't know quite what's coming, but she knows that soon it will be her.

"Sharon, honey, get down on the floor here and stick your ass up in the air."

She does as instructed while Ian and Jerry watch. I know she's close enough for this to work.

"Ok, Ian, I'd like you to pull her butt plug out, slowly. Don't worry, you can't hurt her. Twist it as you ease it out of her."

Ian kneels down behind her. He's enraptured as he reaches over and grasps the butt plug. As he starts to pull on it we all hear Sharon start to moan deeply. He follows my instructions and works it out slowly. Just as the widest part pops out my wife begins to shudder, her legs start shaking, and her pussy starts to quiver while opening and closing reflexively. Her moans fill the room as she comes loudly in front of her audience. As she collapses quivering on the floor, Ian is left holding the butt plug, unable to believe his eyes.

"That was AMAZING," Jerry shouts from the phone! Ian nods his head in agreement.

"Yes, that was," Sharon whispers from the floor. "Four," she adds a bit more loudly.

Ian looks at me quizzically, "Four?"

"That was her fourth orgasm today. I keep a record of how many times she comes in a day. It's all in a spreadsheet. She's multi-orgasmic and once she starts cumming she tends to keep cumming. Her first orgasm today was after blowing my friend before he went to work while she had her mouth full to the brim of his cum. Then she had two more while sitting eating breakfast with me with a larger butt plug inside her. Butt plugs frequently make her cum, as you've just seen. And then you were orgasm number four. She always says the number after each orgasm so that we don't lose track."

Once more Ian and Jerry chorus "Wow."

"Honey, Ian has an enormous bulge in his jeans. Didn't you say you were going to tip the driver with a hand job?" As I ask this I hear Jerry gasp over facetime. Ian, now completely over his shyness, just grins.

Sharon quickly sits up, just as alert as ever. After all, this means more cum for her to eat and she so does love her cum. She turns to Ian and presses him down onto the floor and proceeds to unfasten his jeans. She squeals with delight when she gets his cock free. It's much bigger than anyone would have expected, probably nine inches long and her hand can't fit all the way around it. She really likes uncircumcised men and she's tickled to see that Ian still has his foreskin. She takes a few minutes delightfully sliding his foreskin up and down over the head of his cock. Ian lays back and groans from her ministrations. My wife's a highly skilled cockswain and I realize she's going to take her time and make this last. She's holding his cock with her left hand and teasing the underside of the head with her right. Then she grips it with both hands, sliding the foreskin up and down over the head as she jerks his entire cock. She does this for a few minutes and it's really starting to get to Ian when she slows down.

"Honey, you might want to speed it up. We have guests coming soon and we still haven't eaten."

"Oh pooh," she says. "I wanted to really make it a hand job to remember but I guess you're right. At least I'll still get to drink his cum"

Apparently that thought is too much for poor Ian. He groans and thrusts his hips up. Realizing he is about to blow his load, Sharon pulls the head of his cock to her mouth to catch every last drop and Ian's orgasm hits him with its full force. By the time he's finished Sharon has a large mouthful of cum that she shows everyone and then swallows happily.

"Yum," she says. "Can Ian come over and play again, Frank?"

"I think we might be able to make that happen, assuming Ian wants to. The next time we order pizza we'll ask for him specifically and he can come fuck you in the ass. We'll even let Jerry watch again too. How does that sound?"

"Yay," my wife squeals delightedly! "I can't wait to have his cock in my ass, and down my throat too." She grins and licks her lips.

Ian has a huge grin on his face too as he nods and pulls his clothing together. Jerry shouts "YES!" over the phone.

"Ok then, it's settled. Now give Ian a kiss goodbye and let's send him on his way. We have guests coming soon and we still haven't eaten our pizza."

Sharon pulls Ian's head down and gives him a long kiss involving her tongue then sighs and steps back. She hands him the abandoned butt plug and grins.

"Here, a little souvenir to remember tonight."

"Thanks," he says as he takes the butt plug. "That was really something."

"We'll see you soon, Ian," I say as I toss him his phone. "If you could let yourself out, that would be great. Thanks."

Ian leaves and I beckon Sharon over to sit with me and open the pizza box. It's a bit cold now, but I think we can put up with it. We hear Ian's car start up and listen as he drives off.

"We have about 15 minutes until our guests are due. We'd better hurry up."

"Who's coming," she asks me?

"That's a surprise. Eat up."

And we do.

End Part 2