My wife and her best friend had been on a girls' night out and returned back to ours quite drunk. Her friend is athletic with long legs, a bubble butt, slender torso and pert tits. I'd always been weak at the knees for her, but even more so after my wife relayed tales of them in their younger 'dating' years. This included them making out for the pleasure of guys they liked. The way she told it, it happened on more than a handful of occasions, and twice they had engaged in threesomes.

My wife put an end to the fun after her friend had begun turning every night they didn't have a date into a sexual situation between just the two of them. Although she acknowledged she found it sexy, and that her friend was amazing at cunnilingus, she was a little uncomfortable with the changing dynamic.

Back to the night in question, as they entered from the garage, I heard them shouting at me and giggling. I responded that I was over in the living room watching some TV. Next thing I knew, my wife threw herself on top of me and gave me a drunken and sloppy kiss. "Haha," I laughed - and told her that it seemed like she'd had a good time tonight. Her friend chimed in and stated that they definitely had a good time but that my wife had drunk a little too much.

It seemed this was definitely the case, as my wife was a dead weight laying on me; she had her eyes closed and was about to fall asleep. She was dressed provocatively. I lifted the back of her skirt to reveal her fine cheeks and the thin black fabric barely connecting the waistband of her panties to the lace covering her pubic mound.

With the help of her friend, we got her up the stairs, stripped her almost naked and positioned her into bed. As we did this, I couldn't help ogling my wife's beautiful breasts and smiling as I imagined the three of us in a no-holds-barred fuck-fest.

I let the thought fade to the back of my mind as I returned back to the TV. Her friend informed me she was gonna get changed into something more comfortable and take the sofa in our spare room. She had brought her car over earlier but was in no fit state to drive home that evening.

As I lay there, thinking about my wife and her friend, beginning to get aroused by the stories she'd told, I heard her friend approach me. She had brought over some brownies she'd baked and asked me if I wanted a taste.

I looked up and was greeted by the sight of her standing there wearing just a long t-shirt and nothing else. Her pert breasts looked like they were about to poke through the material at any second, and the hem of the t-shirt fell only a couple of inches below her vulva.

I took a bite of the brownie and she said, "Mmm. Can I take a bite, too?"

She took it from my hand and then opened her mouth in the most alluring way, extending her tongue before taking a bite that overlapped the one I had taken. She clearly didn't care about taking in any saliva I had left behind.

She said "thank you" and then bent down and kissed me on the forehead.

I was hard and aroused... and speechless. My body was wanting one thing but my will was just strong enough to resist. Luckily, she retreated, wished me good night and headed to the spare room. She left with more of a strut than a walk, as if leaving an imaginary cattail that curled from side to side in her wake.

It was pointless for me to watch TV, but I lay there for a good hour just thinking about her and imagining her going down on my wife, using her fingers on her swollen clit as she darted in and out of her with a firm tongue. Then I imagined taking it in turns to taste my wife as she came. I entered a daze, only managing to pull myself out of it by slapping my own face. Not long after, my mind wandered again as I imagined what the body barely hidden beneath the t-shirt lying in the spare room must look like.

I was experiencing a deep throbbing, my heart rate was becoming elevated and my mouth drooled. It was clear I needed to remove myself from the situation and head up to bed. On my way towards the staircase, however, I couldn't help myself and decided to go and take a peek at her. I don't know whether she had done it on purpose, but when I walked past the spare room to peek in, she was lying with her t-shirt pulled up above her waist.

Her pussy was closely shaven and really well groomed. I almost came right there on the spot. She had the most perfect pussy mound and it took every fiber of my body to control myself. As I headed up the stairs to bed with my head spinning, I heard a soft voice giggle and say "good night!". I was dumbstruck and unable to respond.

I couldn't sleep all night. I tossed and turned. My wife was dead asleep only once awakening to take a big gulp of water from the glass on her nightstand. At around 5 am, I decided to get up and head downstairs. I thought my best bet was to go to my office and do some work to take my mind off my engorged and throbbing cock.

I looked into the spare room on my way to the office and was in for an even bigger treat than last night. She was lying face down with her head turned away from where I was standing. Her t-shirt was raised to just below her armpits. Her tanned skin and beautifully rounded and smooth ass was on full display.

The view of her petite asshole and puffy labia had me dripping precum.

I was frozen. I took in what I was viewing in great detail. She had very fine and short brown hair, forming an inverted V around her anus but her vulva was evidently waxed. Her labia was partly open and looked quite wet. My cock was completely erect and not very well hidden by my pajama pants.

She began to stir and this shocked me into movement myself. I headed into my office and sat there, not sure if I would be able to concentrate on anything but her.

More to come...