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“Have you noticed how Erika has been looking at you all night?” My wife Britt glances over to me, her voice pitched low as we clean up after the housewarming party we’d thrown with our friends after our successful move.
“I guess? I always thought she had a bit of a thing for me, so I’m not surprised.”
“A thing? For you?”
I shrug, glancing to the kitchen where Erika is picking up empty bottles and cans for us to recycle, her platinum blonde hair framing her round face and delicate elfin features. Erika had never made things uncomfortable with her attention, but it was hard not to notice the way her glance lingered on me when she thought I wasn’t looking, or the fact that she always ended up on my team when we’d play board games with our friends.
“You really think so?” Britt asks, following my look. “I mean, I know she’s friendly to you, and she’s told me she likes you…”
“Well there you go.” I shrug again, dismissing the thought. It’s not that I’d never noticed Erika– but Britt was all the woman I needed, and I wasn’t about to risk my perfectly happy marriage just to explore something else.
But Britt didn’t let it go.
“You really think she’s into you?” Something about the way she said it made me look over at her, watching the way her eyes studied her friend as she absent-mindedly brushed a bit of bright-blue hair out of her face.
“Britt, I don’t want this to turn into something between us.”
But the look my wife gives me isn’t one of jealousy or even anger. It’s curious, tinged with something more, something that tells me that maybe she wouldn’t mind if it were true.
“I still don’t think you’re right,” she says softly. “Why don’t you prove it?”
I blink, well aware that I could be stepping into a potential minefield of emotions. But Britt and I have always been honest with each other, and from the slight flush in her cheeks right now I can tell she’s not trying to trip me up.
“Are… are you serious?” Even with all the signs pointing to it, I still have to ask. I still have to know that I’m not just seeing what I want to see.
My wife looks from me to her friend, then back again, before nodding.
“Yeah. I am. You think you’re such a stud and that she’s so into you? Prove it.”
I set down the cleaning supplies I’d been holding and move to my wife, taking her in my arms and looking deep into her eyes.
“Do you want to watch?”
The rising heat in her cheeks tells me all I need to know. I kiss her on the lips and she kisses me back, putting all the unsaid passion into that kiss before pushing me away.
“Go,” she growls.
I go.
Crossing from the kitchen to the living room is like entering another world, a world where the rules are suddenly different. Erika looks up at me as I enter, smiling as I move to help her collect the last few bits of trash.
“Thanks so much for staying after to help with cleanup.”
“Oh, it’s no problem!” She hasn’t stopped looking at me. Britt is nowhere to be found, having left the kitchen and gone to our bedroom for something.
“Seriously, you’re a lifesaver. I wish there was some way we could repay you.”
Her slight hesitation before answering is answer enough.
“Really, it’s fine…”
I move a little closer, pretending not to notice as she leans in unconsciously to be nearer to me.
“Have you been seeing anyone lately?”
She shakes her head, delicate hair streaming back and forth. “No– honestly, it’s been so long that I don’t even know if things down there work any more!”
Despite everything my cock twitches hearing that, wondering what it might be like to help her rediscover that pleasure.
She claps a hand over her mouth, blushing furiously. “Sorry! I don’t know why I said that, that’s totally-”
“It’s fine,” I say softly, reaching out to take her other hand and squeezing it gently. “Nothing to be ashamed of. Is there anything I can do to help?”
Her eyes get bigger then as she glances around, looking for my wife. She shakes her head no, but her eyes tell a different story. So does her body– she hasn’t pulled away from my hand, and her breathing has become shallow and rapid. I see the outline of her nipples starting to poke through her white top.
Just then, Britt re-appears– and what a sight she is. She’s ditched the party clothes for a sheer top that hints heavily at the curves underneath and a set of lacy underwear that does more than just hint.
My jaw drops just as it always does when I see her like this and for a moment Erika is all-but-forgotten.
Britt hasn’t forgotten though. She floats over to her friend like a spirit of lust, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.
“It’s ok, Er,” she says softly. “You can do this.”
Erika looks from my wife to me with dawning realization. Seeing my wife nearly naked with another woman very clearly on the verge of joining her has my nerves tingling with excitement.
“Do you want it?” I murmur into Erika’s ear. Britt runs her fingers through her friend’s hair and Erika breathes out a soft little moan.
“I- Oh God, yes…”
I meet my wife’s eyes, a silent conversation passing between us.
Told you.
Fine. You win. Now what are you going to do?
Are you really ok with this?
Would I be here if I wasn’t?
I smile at her and she returns the look with interest, her eyes smoldering with heat as my hand starts to move across Erika’s body, feeling the delicate skin underneath her blouse.
“Britt? Are you-” My wife cuts off her best friend’s question with a kiss and I see a flash of pink as their tongues intertwine. My hands rove more boldly now, starting to strip Erika of her clothes and soon enough a small pile is on the floor, hers and mine intermingling as Britt helps both of us out.
“I always wondered…” Erika breathes, taking my cock in her hand for the first time. “What you would feel like. How big you would be. What it would look like…”
“Don’t give him too many compliments,” Britt says, stepping back a pace to watch as her friend drinks in the sight of my nakedness. “His ego doesn’t need any more polishing.”
“All I’ll say is you’re a lucky woman.” Erika squeezes my cock gently in her fingers, her lips inches away from my head. “If I was married to a man with a cock like this I don’t think I’d ever leave the house.”
“Put on a show for me and maybe I’ll let you come over more often.” Erika and I both look over to Britt at the same instant, seeing her lip curl into a sultry smile. As we watch, she leans back onto the couch, her fingers starting to play between her legs, teasing her clit. Once again I am awestruck by my wife’s beauty.
Taking Britt’s word as gospel, Erika starts to put on a show all right, starting by kissing me with the same fevered intensity as she had my wife. Her tongue and mine meet over and over again as her hands run over every inch of me and mine do the same to her. Slowly she works her lips down my body, teasing me along the way by rubbing her breasts along my shaft, until at last she is on her knees again, poised in front of me once more. This time though she doesn’t hesitate, taking my cock in her mouth and humming around me as her tongue swirls.
Looking over, I see Britt using two hands now, one for her clit and the other one with a finger in her pussy, masturbating as she watches her best friend blow me. That sight alone is enough to make my cock ache for release and I know that if things keep going like this I’m going to blow sooner than I want.
Erika pouts as I pull her up, but when I sit down on the couch and pull her hips closer to me her expression brightens. Still standing, her slit is at the perfect height for me to lick in this position and I bury myself between her legs, tongue seeking out the sweet nectar that is leaking out from her sex. My hands cup her ass to steady her as her knees start to buckle.
“I haven’t… Oh fuck, it’s been so long…”
“How long has it been since someone ate you out?” Britt asks, sensing somehow the question I wanted an answer to as well.
“Nnngh… years…”
“Girl…” My wife sighs, and I feel Erika shiver as my tongue flicks against her clit. “We’re going to have to get you on a regular schedule…”
“Please…” I don’t know if she’s talking to me or Britt at this point, but it doesn’t matter. I continue to eat her out until I sense that she can hardly take any more. Her thighs are trembling and her breathing is coming in ragged gasps.
“You ready to put on a show?” I look up into her bright eyes and see her nod eagerly. I turn her around so she is facing Britt, urging her to lower her hips onto my cock.
My wife’s eyes are fixed on her best friend’s pussy as it slowly spreads to take the first inch of my cock. Her fingers move faster in her own sex now and the flush in her cheeks has started to make its way to her chest too.
Erika groans as my cock slides into her, watching Britt watching us and getting even more turned on because of it.
“This is amazing.” Her voice is dreamy, as though she can’t quite believe what she’s doing. I feel her clenching around every little bit of me that enters her, gripping me so tightly that I don’t doubt for a minute that she’s needy, desperate for a good release.
When she finally bottoms out she takes a deep breath before starting to move up and down. Her feet dangle in the air as her hips roll and I thrust, the two of us moving in perfect unison. My wife’s fingers are a blur as she masturbates to the sight of me fucking her best friend in front of her. Erika’s breasts bounce along with the rest of her and I wrap one arm around her to play with them, teasing her nipples and making her gasp when I pinch one of them between my fingers.
“Oh God… I’m so close…”
“I am too,” I grunt, increasing my pace a little and hoping I can hang on long enough to make her cum first. “Let us see it. Cum for us, Erika!”
“Cum for us!” Britt echoes, sounding as though she’s on the edge herself.
Erika takes in another deep breath, her mouth dropping open into a silent cry as I feel her body shift around me, suddenly gripping my cock with newfound intensity. It’s my turn to gasp as a stream of liquid arcs out of her pussy onto the hardwood floor as she squirts with my cock still insdie her.
“Oh fuck!” Britt exclaims, leaning forward to watch her friend’s explosive orgasm as she herself cums, her thighs grinding around the fingers still rubbing her clit, her moans joining Erika’s.
Then it’s my turn. Even as Erika’s pussy lets out a final little spurt of her arousal my balls clench and I start to cum deep inside her, feeling her pussy milking me for every drop. My hips buck and jerk involuntarily as I fill her up from the inside and Erika’s abdomen flexes with each pump of my cock, her body reacting to every pulse.
All three of us are out of breath by the end, but it’s Britt who recovers first.
“That was incredible,” she breathes softly, standing up to come kiss her friend again. “You were– holy shit you’re hot, Er…”
“Thank you,” Erika says, my cock still buried in her pussy. “Britt, thank you– for everything.”
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” Britt purrs, sinking to her knees. Erika and I both gasp as my wife’s tongue finds the places our bodies meet, starting to clean up the cum seeping out of her best friend’s pussy. “Time for me to put on a little show– and then, Erika, you can watch as my husband really shows you what he can do…”
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