It was a hot summer’s evening and the last of the guests had left. My wife and her best friend, who was staying the night, were upstairs getting the kids to bed while I cleared the debris of the party away in the garden, cleaned up the barbeque and set the dishwasher off in the kitchen.

It was still pretty muggy even though it was nearly 8pm so I had removed my tee shirt, leaving me just wearing some low slung surfer’s shorts. It had been a strange party; both my wife and her friend had been giving me knowing looks and a couple of times during the day I had caught them whispering conspiratorially. Also, had it been my imagination or had they both been unusually enthusiastic in plying me with drinks? Certainly I was feeling slightly drunk, and it had taken me longer than it should to figure out stacking the spare plastic chairs in the shed.

On top of that, a little earlier I had made a hideous drink affected mistake with her friend. Not that it was completely my fault. They are like two peas in a pod; the words shapely, petite and brunette could be used for either of them. It didn’t help that they had been wearing almost identical little blue cotton sundresses.

In my slightly intoxicated state I thought I had followed my wife into the utility room, as I went to grab some more beers for the guests. As I entered the room she was bent over the edge of our chest freezer trying to reach for something, probably ice cream. Being that she is not too tall and whatever she was getting was apparently in the bottom, she was on tip toes and her short dress was barely covering her shapely arse.

No one else was around so I slid my hands up her legs, pushing the dress right up her back. She was wearing a tiny thong as usual, but not one I had seen before. That wasn’t unusual, as she often liked to surprise me by wearing new lingerie.

She usually liked to tell me about it when I was not in a position to act on it. It was the anticipation of making me wait; knowing I desperately wanted to rip her clothes off and see the new underwear on her hot body. It turned her on to whisper sexy secrets in a public place when I could do nothing about it.

Like the time when we had just sat down in the church at a wedding when she was wearing a short dress and told me she had no knickers on, or at our own wedding when she wore stockings and suspenders for the first time and chose to whisper that fact in my ear when we were actually about to exchange our vows.

I pressed my awakened hardness against her bum where the tiny thong disappeared between her pert cheeks and as she stood I whispered in her ear “Can you tell how I feel about the new knickers?”

Then suddenly the shocking realisation hit me through my drunkenness that this wasn’t my wife. The scent was slightly wrong, the hairstyle not quite the same, and she was slightly shorter than my wife. I leapt backwards letting her dress drop back into place, already pleading my profuse apologies and telling her how I had mistaken her for my wife.

In my embarrassment and state of shock I hardly noticed her amusement as she jokingly said she forgave me and that she understood it was an honest mistake. At the time I was only aware of the massive relief I felt that she had not been upset or offended. Only now as I reflected on it while clearing the garden did I recall that she said the strangest thing as she straightened herself out; that my wife was a lucky girl.

Still mildly drunk, I surveyed the garden to make sure I hadn’t missed anything and then locked up the back doors. I was slightly miffed at how long it had taken me, as the ladies had not reappeared to help me but instead had taken an extreme amount of time doing something else.

No way did I believe it had taken them all that time just to get the kids to bed. More likely they were doing their usual favourite thing of going though my wife’s walk-in wardrobe full of clothes and trying her outfits on. When she did this on her own, I would sometimes sit on our bed and enjoy the view as she tried on different outfits. The mirrors along one whole wall certainly gave me a full view from all angles.

She knew it gave me a serious hard on, but liked to pretend that I was genuinely interested in fashion. For her she genuinely found clothes interesting and would have done this even if I wasn’t there, but with me as a spectator she had the added enjoyment of knowing I was ogling her and watching her repeatedly slip off slinky numbers and then stand there in skimpy underwear as she selected other outfits to try on.

Inevitably at some point we would drop the pretence and find ourselves naked and entwined on the bed. Of course when they were both in our bedroom trying on clothes I was not allowed in and was left outside feeling desperately curious to see what it looked like with them both trying on stuff.

I had always fancied her friend, not that I ever admitted that to my teasing wife when she asked, I knew better than that. My wife was seriously hot, but that didn’t mean I didn’t appreciate that her friend was equally hot.

I definitely have a thing for petite brunettes, so it was hardly surprising that I fancied her. In fact they looked so similar that they were often mistaken for sisters. I had fantasized about seeing her friend with her kit off more than a few times. When they were in there trying on outfits, it seemed inevitable that at certain points they would both be stood in their underwear. I liked to imagine that they could appreciate this the way I would have, but guessed that for them it was purely about the clothes; even so I would have loved a peek.

An idea formed in my mind; I grabbed a nearly finished beer bottle in the kitchen and went upstairs, accentuating my drunkenness. If I barged in our bedroom and immediately passed out on the bed, was it possible that they might go back to what they were doing, giving me the chance to watch? If not they were likely to cover themselves and scream at me to get out of the room.

Fuck it, I thought, I was going to go for it. There was still enough alcohol in me to give me some confidence; no way would I have tried otherwise. I stumbled into the room, veered one way then the other before contriving to fall backwards onto the bed and pass out spread eagled on my back.

It all happened so suddenly that the girls hadn’t even had time to shriek, but neither had I had time to take a look at them. For this to work it had to appear authentic and if I had been looking too hard at them it might have spoilt the impression that I was too drunk to have even registered them before passing out.

As I lay there with my eyes shut I felt my wife grab the bottle from my hand before its contents could spill. I sensed they were both stood looking at me. My wife’s friend said “Well that idea isn’t going to work now; we must have overdone the booze”.

My wife replied “Damn, I could have sworn he wasn’t looking too drunk before we got the kids out of the way. Well we will just have to amuse ourselves, like we usually do”.

Her friend giggled and said in a husky voice “Well I’m not complaining, we still enjoyed putting this stuff on, even if the prince can’t come to the ball”. My mind was racing; what were they talking about. Trying to figure out the meaning of their words was having a sobering affect on my mind.

God how I wished I could see what they were wearing, after those comments. Was I getting the wrong end of the stick or was something sexual going on with them, and even more importantly had they been planning something for me? Now that I had started this act I didn’t think I could just stop pretending, just like that. Anyway my original plan seemed to make even more sense if there really was something going on between them. But how could I have been with my wife for so long and never had even a hint that she might fancy girls.

I could hear the unmistakeable sound of passionate kissing. Jesus there really was something going on between them. I took a chance and peeked with one eye. Sure enough they were stood in front of the large mirrors, locked in a sexy embrace. They stood at an angle so that I could see more of my wife from behind and her friend from the front.

Both were dressed in clingy tight frocks and high heels. The dresses were ones my wife usually wore to go clubbing, showing lots of cleavage and barely covering her bum. The dress was so short that my wife’s stocking tops and suspenders were in plain view. I watched her friend’s hands slide up her legs to where the hem only just stretched to cover my wife’s shapely arse. She pushed up the hem until it became clear she had no knickers on.

My wife had also pushed her friend’s dress up and they were both fondling each other’s shapely bum as they continued to kiss passionately. Her friend appeared to be wearing one of my wife’s black see though thongs and was wearing hold up stockings. Through the almost sheer piece of nylon over her pussy she appeared to be completely shaven like my wife.

After a few moments of this they broke off and I had to close my eyes again. They were obviously looking my way again as I heard her friend’s voice closer now “He does look good enough to eat too. Look at his abs; they must do a lot of sit ups at his boxing club.

Do you think I could get away with touching him?”

“Go for it” my wife replied, “He won’t wake for anything by the looks of him”.

I felt the bed shift as her friend climbed onto it, then ever so slowly I felt her lay her hand flat on my stomach before ever so slowly starting to caress it. Her hand moved lower and rested on the distinct vee shape of my abdomen, where my crotch disappeared into my low slung shorts. I could feel her hand brush the top edge of my shorts.

“Can I take a look?” she said. My wife’s voice came huskily from the foot of the bed as she whispered “I want you to”. Her voice sounded like it did whenever she was very turned on. Clearly watching her friend touching her husband was something she found extremely arousing.

I felt her friend’s hand slip under the waistband of my shorts and slide down until her finger tips reached my semi hard cock. As her fingers made contact with the bare flesh of my shaft, it twitched. Her hand stopped suddenly and she gasped, but when she got no further response she clearly took it as a sign of my body responding to her touch unconsciously.

Slowly her small fingers enclosed my shaft and gently applied pressure. I felt the blood pounding along my veins and knew she would feel my cock pulsing in her hand. “It lives, my-my, he is big and hard” she said.

“I’m not surprised” my wife replied, “he gets hard at the drop of a hat”

“I know” said her friend, “I felt that at the freezer this afternoon”

As my erection grew in her hand, it was getting harder for her to move her hand in the constricting space. Her hand withdrew. “Can we get these off?” she asked. I didn’t hear my wife reply but suddenly I felt four hands manoeuvring me as they pulled my shorts off my hips and past my now full erection.

Then there was silence, I could sense them just looking at my naked form. I felt the bed shift as my wife climbed onto the other side facing her friend across me. “I want to see you kiss it” my wife whispered hoarsely. I felt the bed move slightly as her friend adjusted her weight slightly, then I twitched again when I felt her lips ever so lightly touch down halfway along my shaft. Gently she kissed me over and over again all over my cock and balls and the insides of the tops of my legs and across my pubic area.

By now my cock was rock hard and throbbing. Being stark naked, vulnerable and completely at the mercy of these dressed up women felt incredibly exciting. I was their unconscious play thing.

“Now lick him” my wife said, her voice sounding throaty with her obvious arousal. The lips were replaced with a tongue, as her friend proceeded to lick everywhere she had just kissed.

Suddenly she stopped and I could hear her giggling. I felt her sit up again. “I’ve got a hair in my teeth” she sniggered. “I can see why you got me into being shaven”

My wife replied “If I hadn’t been shaven we might never have got together.”

Her friend replied “Before I saw you in the swimming pool changing rooms for the first time I wouldn’t have believed I could find another girl attractive. You were shaven and your whole body looked so hot. After that all I could think about was how you looked.

It was such a shock as I didn’t think normal women shaved themselves. The more I thought about it, the more it turned me on. That night was the first time I had ever played with my pussy thinking about a girl. After that I took up your every invite to go swimming, and every time I saw you naked I felt such a strong urge to reach over and touch you.”

My wife replied “I was very aware of your eyes on me in the changing rooms. It excited me that you were looking, and could see I was shaven. I took extra long to dress so I could make the moment last. Even then; nothing might have come of it, if you hadn’t asked me about it.”

“Well” her friend replied “I only managed it once we’d had a few drinks on that night out. I tried to sound all matter of fact, but gave myself away when my voice went all high pitched. You shocked me just telling me to try it, without a hint of the embarrassment I was feeling. You happily told me how sexy it felt, and that you loved when other women watched you in the changing rooms. Then when you offered to help me to do it; I was the most terrified I have ever been in my whole life, but despite that, I knew, that I wanted it to happen."

“I had already decided I wanted to make love to you” my wife said, “and when I saw your interest in the changing rooms I knew you fancied me too. When the time came for me to help you shave, we both knew that it would lead to more. You were already so wet when I started and every chance I got I made sure I brushed my hand against your clit. God you make me feel so horny, come here”.

I risked opening an eye and saw that for the moment they were not paying me any attention. They were both knelt upright and reaching across me to fondle and snog each other. As their tongues played forcefully in each other’s open mouths they had each lowered a hand to the other’s crotch. My wife’s hand had slid inside the tiny scrap of fabric on her friend’s crotch and she was gently rubbing her shaven pussy. All the while her friend was rubbing my wife’s bare pussy before curling a finger inside her. “I love the feel of your shaven pussy” her friend whispered into her open mouth.

“Same goes” my wife replied, “how about we shave him too? I still want to see you two fucking each other. You can’t imagine how much that would turn me on”

“I don’t need to be asked twice, I fancied your hubby like crazy long before I discovered my attraction for you. Never mind how fit he was; I knew he was giving you such a satisfying love life, while my out of shape hubby could barely manage it."

"If you hadn’t been such a good friend to me I probably would have made a pass at him. I certainly got lots of opportunities after my divorce. Every time I had something that needed fixing, you sent him round. I had to just get some sexual satisfaction by wearing revealing clothes and then playing with my pussy after he had gone. That time I told you about when I was on all fours pretending to search for something wearing a short dress with my legs apart. He didn’t make any moves on me because he is so loyal to you, although he didn’t stop watching me the whole time either. Now here I am with my fingers wrapped around his beautiful cock while you watch”.

I listened to them kiss passionately again, and then my wife got off the bed and disappeared into the en suite. She quickly returned and I felt her get back on the bed. I heard the shaving foam being squirted and then they both started lathering up all around my cock. My wife expertly drew the razor across my skin while her friend held my shaft and wiped a warm damp flannel over each spot that had been shaved. It was massively arousing as she worked her way carefully over my scrotum while her friend gently stroked my shaft.

Once complete they lathered again and re did a few bits. Then her friend lovingly wiped off the last of the foam leaving my completely hairless crotch totally visible for the first time in my adult life.

“That’s better, now we are all equals” my wife said

“Aren’t you worried what he will say when he sees it?” said her friend.

“No” replied my wife “equal rights; it was him who originally wanted me shaven, and now I want him shaven. And, oh my, doesn’t he look big, with the hair gone.

He has such a beautiful penis, I’ve always loved how streamlined and symmetrical he is down there. God I want to see it oiled up. Hold on”.

With that she must have taken the shaving things into the en suite and come back with some baby oil. Then I felt the oil poured onto my belly before each of them placed a hand in it and started swirling it around my balls and cock and across the now bare skin of my abdomen. Slowly they started to pick up speed and were rubbing my oily shaft harder. Almost without volition my hips started to come off the bed as I pushed myself up into whichever hand was sliding down my cock at that moment.

I couldn’t pretend to be out of it any longer. Slowly I pretended to wake up then opened my eyes. I needed to say something “What on earth?” I said.

“Oh hello, you’re with us then. What’s it look like my gorgeous husband? Did you have a nice dream? I bet it wasn’t as good as this? All those times I asked you if you fancied my best friend and you said no because you thought I would be upset or jealous. But the truth was I wanted you to say yes, so I could tell you how I did too. Whenever I asked you if you fantasized about threesomes you thought you had to say no, but the whole time I had hoped you would say yes. I know all this might be a shock to you my gorgeous hubby, but isn’t it a nice one.”

I nodded.

“Oh and you will notice we have shaved you too. We thought it only fair seeing as we are both shaven. On that note, as we have you buck naked and shaven I suppose it’s only fair that we return the favour, and let you see us?"

I nodded again.

"Well we have all the time in the world for that, first I really want to see my naked hubby come in my best friend’s hand while we sit here fully dressed. Would you do that for us?”

Another nod.

Her friend had already taken me in her hand and started stroking my rigid length. As she leant down her cleavage was almost spilling out of her dress, and kneeling with her legs apart the sight of my wife’s knickers almost totally disappearing into her moist pussy was enough to give me more inspiration than I needed.

As I started to piston myself into her hand, my wife caressed my belly and hips with one hand while she slid a hand underneath and fingered my arse. Gently she worked an oily finger inside, so that as my hips lowered from each thrust into her friend’s hands her finger was going deeper inside me. With her other hand she was now touching her oily pussy and slipping a finger into herself.

The straps on her dress gradually fell off her shoulders and her very erect nipples started to peek over the top. Her bra was one of those quarter cup types that barely covered any of her full breasts, leaving her nipples fully exposed. The sight of both girls and what they were doing to me was enough to blow my mind and sure enough it didn’t take too long.

I groaned as I started to feel the rising wave of pleasure flowing though my whole rotating groin and into my super sensitive shaft. With every thrust into her friend’s hands, I sank back onto my wife’s probing finger. With each movement she pushed deeper until she had her whole finger inside me. The feeling of pushing into a tight oily hand whilst impaled on a stiff finger was unbelievably arousing.

I groaned as the orgasm built inside me. Sensing its approach and feeling my movements becoming more urgent, her friend placed her mouth over the head of my throbbing cock and started stroking me even faster. I ran my fingers through her thick hair and pushed the back of her head gently, urging her to take in more of me. As my body locked rigid and I started spurting into her mouth my wife was biting one of my nipples whilst circling her finger buried deep in my arse.

As I felt each spasm of my orgasm I was grinding my hips pushing myself back onto her finger while her friend took as much of me as she could into her gorgeous mouth. Gradually the intensity subsided, and I looked down into her friend’s face as she lovingly swallowed every last drop before tenderly licking my length clean.

I pulled them both so they both lay either side of me and alternated giving them both deep passionate kisses, all the while with my wife’s finger still deep within me and her friend’s hand lovingly stroking my still rock hard length.

“I think I’m ready for a show of my own” I announced. “I think I would like to see you two remove some clothing too. Maybe you could help each other out of those dresses” I said with a smile.

My wife removed her finger and knelt up, I moved up the bed to sit with my back against the headboard. My wife and her friend knelt facing each other and shared a passionate open mouthed kiss. I watched, still in disbelief that this was all really happening, as my wife and her best friend’s tongues invaded each other’s mouth. I sat there lightly running my fingertips all over my still throbbing cock, newly hairless pubic area and balls, as I marvelled at how passionate they were with each other.

After a few moments of this her friend broke off the kiss and started to roll my wife’s tight dress over her hips and up her body. My wife raised her arms as her friend pulled it over her head and off. My wife was wearing a flimsy suspender belt, stockings, extremely high heels, no knickers and a tiny quarter cup bra that held her breasts whilst leaving most of their globelike shape uncovered.

Her nipples were rigidly erect and proudly pointed upwards. Her hairless pussy was looking red and the lips normally so neatly tucked away were visibly swollen and open. The edges of her reddened labia glistened from her arousal. Her friend lowered her mouth and took one of her nipples into her mouth, at the same time her hand cupped my wife’s pussy and started to gently rotate as she brushed over my wife’s clit and then her moist lips. She repeated this languid circling motion over and over again.

Soon my wife was making whimpering noises deep in her throat and was moving her hips as she started to join her friend’s rhythm. The whole time this was going on, my wife and I were staring deep into one another’s eyes. From the look on her face and the motion of her pussy mashing against her friend’s hand I could see she was massively turned on, being felt up by a girl while I was watching.

I took hold of my hairless cock and slowly stroked it as I took in the show. Before long my wife was finding it difficult to keep upright and her friend pushed her onto her back beside me. I looked down at her beautiful face beside me as she lay sprawled on the bed. Her friend knelt on all fours between my wife’s legs and slowly lowered her head toward my wife’s waiting pussy.

Before she reached it though, she stopped and just looked at it, enjoying the view as my wife lifted her hips trying to bring her needy sex into contact with her friend’s mouth. Her friend gave a cheeky smile and still waited. My wife had lifted her shapely arse completely clear of the bed trying to push it onto her friend’s mouth, but her friend leaned back out of reach. The sight of my wife in this gymnastic position was heavenly.

Her tiny waist nearly at 45 degrees to the bed, her shaven pussy being sent skywards and her breasts tilted back toward her face. My wife begged her “please, oh god please, do it”. With that her friend opened her mouth and covered my wife’s pussy entirely. It almost looked like she was French kissing it. She moved her hands under my wife’s raised arse to keep her firmly against her face in that raised position. Her tongue went deep inside my wife, before she slowly withdrew her mouth and then ran her tongue over my wife’s lips and her clit.

Soon she was lapping away and gradually my wife sank back to the bed with the pleasure making her legs quiver. Her gorgeous hips resumed their sexy rotating motion as she ground herself into her friend’s face. My cock was throbbing again and telling me it wanted some more attention. Not only that, but my wife’s friend was sorely lacking some attention herself. I felt it only right I do something about that.

I got up and walked to the foot of the bed, as two sets of eyes watched me expectantly. My wife’s friend was on all fours with her feet hanging over the edge; both girls still wore their high heels. Her sexy bum was high in the air and I had a delectable view of her firm buttocks barely covered by her dress and the tiny strip of her thong covering but not concealing the plumpness where her labia were restrained inside.

I slid my hands up her legs, past the tops of her stockings and onto the bare flesh of her thighs. As my hands made contact with her skin I was aware that both girls were watching me intently. Her friend’s flushed face, for the moment, looking over her shoulder at me and neglecting my wife’s puckered wet opening. My wife too clearly found the sight of me behind her best friend extremely interesting. My hands reached the hem of her dress and I pushed it slowly but firmly up over her arse and kept pushing until it was above her waist.

I lowered one hand and stroked it over her thong where it covered her pussy. The fabric was warm and moist to the touch. I slid my finger against the edge and pushed the flimsy strip to one side. Lightly I rubbed my finger against her now exposed pussy lips. She groaned and pushed back with pleasure at the first contact of my fingers on her bare pussy flesh. I rubbed slowly but with increasing pressure. Her pussy gradually opened to my touch and more of her wet labia became exposed.

I lowered my head and started to run my tongue over her heated sex. She groaned and I felt her shift as she parted her legs further. She pushed back against my face, pressing her need onto my working tongue. My mouth covered her flowering labia, my nose pressed on her quivering little anus above. It didn’t take very long before I felt her orgasming on my mouth, the spasm of her vaginal muscles as I felt them contract and release over and over again around my deeply buried tongue.

I don’t think I had ever seen a girl cum so hard and so quickly. As if to answer, my wife said “she hasn’t had any decent male attention for quite a while, plus you really are quite good with your mouth. Now I think she would really appreciate feeling your lovely hard cock deep within her”. I looked into her friend’s flushed face as my wife said that and could see the need on her face.

I stood straight and gently rested the head of my throbbing cock against the warmth of her waiting pussy. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down along the now open petals of her glistening red labia. Slowly I pushed and felt it gradually enclosed by her tight pussy. As I slowly slid my full length into her she let out a guttural groan, half pleasure, half pain. When I was in fully I waited, just enjoying the sensations of her firm buttocks pressed against my hips and her pussy walls squeezing and releasing me.

Slowly I withdrew and then with more speed I pistoned back into her tight pussy. Gradually I increased my rhythm as I pumped in and out of her. My hands kneaded her shapely buttocks and sometimes gripped her hips as I pulled her onto me, so as to impale her more deeply.

By the way she was reacting there was no way she could continue her ministrations to my wife. She was moving so much against me and clearly experiencing strong sensations. My wife though was more than happy to frantically rub her own clit as she watched her husband thrusting deep into her best friend.

Her small frame was writhing wildly and I could tell she would cum again very soon if I didn’t slow down. I wanted to make this last so I slowed until gradually I was making almost no movement.

I leant forward and reached one hand around to her front and caressed her breasts through the thin barriers of her bra and my wife’s dress. I lifted her so that she was knelt upright, still with me embedded deep within her. I pulled the straps of her dress and bra down from her shoulders and pulled both garments down at the front baring her small but firm breasts to my touch. As my hands enclosed her heaving mounds, my fingers squeezed her small but incredibly hard nipples.

She turned her head sideways so her face met mine. Our mouths opened and our tongues writhed around each other, sharing the most sensual of kisses, whilst I was still buried deep to the hilt inside her. I moved my hands down from her breasts and gripped the rumpled band of her dress. I pulled it up and she raised her arms as I lifted it over her head and threw it away. I then leant back slightly to remove her bra as well.

We resumed the kiss; she was now naked other than the stockings and shoes. In this position I could run my fingers all over her breasts, belly and pussy. Her clit was easy to reach and I ran my fingers over it continuously, my other hand stroking her firm little breasts. She started to grind her hips, her buttocks moving against my pelvis delightfully.

My wife got on all fours and stalked towards her friend like some wonderfully sexy cat. Her face took over from my hand as she started to flick her tongue over her friend’s hard little clit.

Although this position was incredibly sexy, I could not move in and out of her very much. As I tried to start moving my deeply embedded shaft she fell forward onto my wife’s back. This was easily solved as my wife rotated and lay on her back so that both girl’s now had access to the other’s pussy.

As I pumped into her I could feel my wife’s tongue working at her labia and occasionally lashing at my shaft and even my tight, and now smooth, scrotum. All the while I could see her friend’s head moving as she lapped away at my wife’s pussy.

Before long we were all becoming increasingly vocal as our arousal built. Both the girls were whimpering and moaning as they neared their orgasms. My wife was now frantically pushing her pussy into her friend’s face. Her stocking clad legs lifting her naked bum clear of the bed. She was telling her friend not to stop, whilst still licking us both where my slick shaft was pistoning inside her friend’s tight pussy.

Suddenly both women were orgasming, their voices making high pitched yelps almost as if they were in pain. I felt her friend’s already tight pussy start convulsing along my length which sent me over the edge myself.

Before I knew it I was hunched over her tiny back as a powerful orgasm ripped through me and I started to shoot deep inside her petite body. As I pumped shot after shot into her, her vaginal muscles were fluttering in response drawing my ejaculation even deeper into her. My whole shaft became so super sensitive that I held her firmly to me, stopping her from moving. Every tiny motion caused exquisite but almost painfully strong sensations along its length.

For a few minutes no one felt like moving as we were gently coming down from the post orgasmic bliss. I remained deep inside my wife’s best friend making tiny movements; while she in turn rested her head on my wife’s hip, occasionally kissing the soft skin of her belly and pubic mound. After a few moments of savouring this moment, I withdrew my softening cock and moved round to lie down next to my wife. Her best friend continued gently kissing and then lapping at her smooth mound, and then moving her head down to her glistening clit and open labia. Just little kitten licks with the tip of her tongue. As she did this I kissed my wife passionately, our tongues duelling inside her mouth. She reached for my semi hard shaft and very lightly ran her finger tips up and down its length. Very quickly the sight of her best friend going down on her combined with the feel of her so tenderly touching my cock brought it back to life again.

Her eyes lit up with an idea, she got us to form a triangle with me on my back, her friend on all fours with her thighs either side of my head. She then completed the triangle lying on her back. Her best friend resumed going down on my wife while reached I started to lap away at her extremely erect clit. Then I felt the warm sensation of my wife’s adorable mouth as she took almost my entire length. It didn’t take very long at all before we were all cumming like crazy again.

After that the night was a blur. We continued to pleasure each other into the early hours. Even though I surpassed myself when it came to repeat performances, I still couldn’t keep up with the two lustful ladies. Luckily when I needed a rest they enthusiastically occupied each other which in turn inspired my recoveries.

That night I lay naked in the bed with a naked sleeping beauty on either side of me, wondering if with luck like this I better buy a lottery ticket or was I just having some incredibly vivid dream. Something like this couldn’t possibly be reality, was this the perfect triangle? All three of us fancied the other two like crazy, and seemingly all three of us loved seeing the other two making love. I hoped this wouldn’t be a one off. My wife roused slightly and seeing me awake whispered to me. “How would you feel if she moves in? Could we live like this?

I turned to her and kissed her passionately.

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