"Hey, Love? Lo-ove?"

Carla's voice floated into the kitchen from the living room and just caught my ear over the sizzle of sautéing mushrooms. Her tone brought an affectionate smirk to my lips. When she drew out her words like that; I knew she wanted something.

"Yes, sweetheart?" I answered as I flipped the pan.

She sauntered into the kitchen wearing a comfortable pair of shorts and a tank top that framed her breasts nicely. But, it wasn't her body that caught my attention this time. She was biting her lip, and her face revealed a bit of mischief and concern. I moved the mushrooms off the heat and immediately gave her my full attention.

"What's going on?” I prompted, as I could tell something was bothering her, but also that she had most likely already done something about it.

"Hold on a second, Khloe," she said quickly into her phone, then turned her attention to me.

"You wouldn't mind if I've invited Khloe to dinner tonight, would you?" she asked.

With a slight look of confusion, I quickly replied, "Of course not. I wouldn't mind at all." Then gave her a reassuring grin.

"Good." Then, with a tone laced with timid guilt, Carla continued, "or...maybe...for dinner for the next week...or so...maybe longer?"

'There it was,' I thought to myself. That was the 'ask' I had read into her lo-ove, a moment ago.

"Sure," I said slowly, "but what's going on?" I was now a little concerned. Reading between the lines, it sounded like Khloe would be staying with us for a while. I definitely didn't mind, but we would normally discuss something like this before putting the other on the spot.

"I'll fill you in in just a minute," she stated, then turned her attention back to her phone as she returned to the living room. "See? Not an inconvenience at all. And, I told you he wouldn't mind if you..." Her voice trailed off as she passed through the door.

I just shrugged and went back to making dinner - apparently for three of us now. It must have been something important, or she wouldn't have asked me like that without some kind of warning beforehand. My first thought was that I hoped Khloe was okay.

Khloe and her husband Derek were what you might call "off again, on again" friends. We had known them for years, but we'd had times when we were all pretty close and times when we weren't. Honestly, a lot of the drifting apart was due to Derek and his tendency to be an arrogant ass-hat. Most of it came down to the fact that Carla and I could only tolerate him for so long, and then we'd need a break. That was the story of our friendship with them: sometimes we'd all plan a beach trip, and sometimes months or a few years would go by without getting together. This was how it was and how it had always been, until - that is - about a year ago.

Last summer, during a broiling-hot July weekend, Khloe rescued me from a sweltering house and a failed AC. It was a small gesture, but she gave me a room for a few days and a comfortable place to stay while I waited on an overpriced repair. As frustrating as the situation was at the time though, the circumstances couldn't have worked out better. Our families were both out of town, so there was little inconvenience to them, and it had given the two of us the chance to rebuild a stagnant and much-needed friendship.

Besides all that, during the two rather serendipitous nights at Khloe's, we discovered that we shared a rather 'private' habit. In a fit of frustration and interesting timing, Khloe ended up confessing that the only satisfaction she had felt in years was from the work of her own hands. Turns out, we discovered that we both thoroughly enjoyed masturbating. And, this little discovery of ours - along with several stiff screwdrivers - helped reveal that we each surprisingly also enjoyed playing both voyeur and exhibitionist.

So, over those few days, our friendship went quickly from personal questions and intimate discussions, to shedding our clothes and watching one another stroke, squeeze, finger, and rub our ways to some explosively erotic orgasms. And, there may just have been a helping hand or tongue shared between us friends as well.

But as fun as that was, and despite how much we both enjoyed the mind-blowing climaxes, once I was able to return home, the opportunity never presented itself for us to take matters into our own hands again. So, our shared 'solo play' truly became solo once more. And since we both highly valued our marriages, neither of us pursued it. Honestly, we also appreciated the renewed friendship that came at a time when we both needed one far too much as well.

Interestingly, just after that orgasmic weekend, Khloe and Carla's friendship blossomed as well. They were talking more, confiding in one another again, and they were even spending time together outside of work. All of which apparently lead up to this phone call and Khloe joining us for dinner.

"So, what's going on with Khloe," I asked in concern when Carla made her way back into the kitchen.

A deep sigh revealed the worry behind her words. "She and Derek have been fighting again. I'm not exactly sure what started it this time, but she talked about him always putting his work and his friends before her. Apparently, it got really bad this time. Lots of yelling, some name-calling. It was ugly." Her words trailed off as she got lost in her own thoughts. "She needed a safe place to go..."

After a moment of processing, I rubbed my wife's shoulders lightly and offered, "well, Khloe's a close friend, and we both know how much of a dick Derek can be. We have the room, we're all on summer break from teaching, and our kids are away at camp for the month anyway. She can have a room for as long as she needs as far as I'm concerned."

Carla looked back at me with an appreciative smile and gave me a deep hug and a kiss on the cheek. I could tell this meant a lot to her.

So, about an hour later, just before we were ready to sit down for dinner, an exhausted and teary-eyed Khloe arrived at our door with a bag on her shoulder and a suitcase in tow.

I answered the door not sure what to expect. Khloe may be her jovial self, just happy to have somewhere to go to be away from the yelling. Or, she may be a frazzled, tearful mess fresh from a fight. But as I swung the door wide, I was greeted by a friend stuck about halfway between those two extremes.

Her cheeks were a light pink from crying and her eyes glistened from recent tears. But her lips offered a slight smile that spoke gratitude and relief. I simply smiled back, took her suitcase, and welcomed her. "Come on in; this is home for as long as you need."

Instead of taking a step, Khloe wrapped her free arm around my neck and pulled me into a hug. Her embrace revealed all the words I knew she wanted to say but couldn't find. Then, before letting go, she whispered, "Thank you, guys. Thank you."

The evening was much like you'd expect. We helped Khloe get settled in our spare room, the three of us shared a dinner, and we just listened. Khloe had needed not just a safe place to stay, but friends who were ready to let her get out all her grievances, frustrations, and anger.

After a long, quiet pause in the conversation, Khloe took a heavy sip of wine and sighed. "I really can't say thank you enough, guys. This means so much to me, you letting me stay here for a while. I just couldn't stay in the house anymore getting yelled at, told why I was wrong, or...or...getting called 'controlling, selfish bitch' again." Her last word came out under a partially controlled sob.

Carla reached out and put her hand on Khloe's. Then with an understanding tone, she reassured, "Well, like we said before, consider this your home for as long as you need. You're safe and welcome here."

"Seriously, it's no trouble. And, it's the least we could do after you put me up last summer," I added.

Khloe just looked at us both, her emotions showing strongly on her face, and nodded. "Okay," she finally accepted - this time without apology. "Well, if this is home for a while now, I think I'm going to go take a shower, wash this shitty day off of me, and get comfortable."

"Sounds good," I smiled back. "I'll clean up from dinner. You should have what you need in the bathroom, so just holler if you're missing anything."

So, as Khloe headed down the hallway toward her room, I set myself up by the kitchen sink and began washing a few pans and dishes.

As I tend to do during menial tasks, I got lost in a drift of thought. It was nice having Khloe here, and I was happy we could help her out. She obviously needed a place to go, and I know we were both happy to provide that. But, now that she was here, I couldn't help but wonder about last summer, the previous time we stayed in a house together. Did she still think about that time? Did she remember sitting across from me on the couch, spreading her legs to show me her beautiful, wet pussy? Did she still think about watching me stroke my cock as I watched her? Did she fantasize about us watching each other when she touched herself? Did the thought of exposing herself to me in such an intimate way still make her wet like it made me hard? Might there be just the slightest chance for us to do it again now that she called our spare room 'home' for a while?...

"Hey, love?"

Carla's words quickly snapped me back to reality and made me realize my wondering mind and thoughts of Khloe had really turned me on. I had to get this under control.

"Mhmm?" I stammered in reply, but saved myself with a friendly look in her direction.

"I've got the boys from camp on the phone, could you run these back to Khloe? Apparently, the boys used the towels in that bathroom before they left last week."

"No problem," I replied drying my hands and then taking the stack of towels and washcloths she had placed on the counter.

I made my way down the hallway and turned the corner to see the bathroom door slightly ajar.

"Khloe?" I called out. "I've got some fresh towels and washcloths for you. I'll leave them just outside..."

"Oh thanks! Can you put them on the counter?"

With a little trepidation, I slowly pressed the door open, not knowing what I would find.

The first thing that caught my attention was the discarded pile of clothes on the floor with Khloe's light pink, cheeky panties on top. They looked delicate but playful - just as I remembered Khloe to be when her fingers lovingly pleasured herself. The sensations, feelings, scents, and memories flooded my mind, but I pushed them back. I closed my eyes for a moment, cleared my thinking and stepped in. "No problem. I'll just put them right here for you." I set the stack of towels on the counter corner closest to the shower.

Hearing my voice, though, Khloe stuck her head out from behind the curtain. "Oh, thank you," she grinned softly at me. Her expression was one of friendly appreciation. And while there wasn't anything sexual about it, when she had pulled the curtain back, she had inadvertently revealed the entire right side of her body. I could see from her right ankle all the way up to her perky right breast.

"You're very welcome." I smiled back at her. I watched as her nipple began to tighten under my regard.

Then after a long pause, Khloe glanced down at her nakedness as if just realizing I could see her body and gave me a half surprised, half guilty look, punctuated by a slight grin.

I gave her a friendly nod and backed out of the room as she moved back behind the curtain. As I closed the door, I realized that my pants were now rather uncomfortable and that I was more than turned on. It was at that moment I knew that Khloe's tenure in our home had the potential to be both dangerous and very interesting.

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"Oh my god, that's hysterical!" Carla burst out with a gaffaw. "I can't believe he actually said that!" The ladies' voices and laughter echoed from the living room. After returning from her shower wearing a light tank top and a short pair of pink booty shorts, Khloe had joined Carla on the living room couch for some wine and girl time. I certainly didn't mind the talk or the view. Both ladies were now sporting casual sleepwear that revealed more than it covered. Neither were wearing a bra, so each time either of them bent over or leaned forward, it was a treat. And, it was now obvious that while their breasts were relatively the same size, my wife had larger areolas even though Khloe's were puffier. However, despite all the soft skin casually on display, I wanted to give them their space, so I grabbed my book and headed into the other room to read.

The ladies were enjoying themselves, swapping stories and laughing over their second bottle of wine in no time. I was glad they were relaxed. I was sure Khloe needed this, and with all the stress of this past school year, I knew that Carla did, too. I smiled at the sound of the friends and decided to just let them carry on as long as they wanted.

Quite a bit later, my attention drifted up from my book, and I noticed that the laughter and loud stories I had heard throughout the evening had quieted and taken on a muffled, more conspiratorial tone. Deciding to check on them, and just wanting to stretch my legs a little, I made my way toward the living room. But, something made me pause in the hall before walking in.

"...so, yeah, I haven't had real sex in over nine months. Hell, I haven't even seen a hard penis in that long." Khloe's voice was both sad and full of disappointment. I heard Carla give an understanding sigh. "So..." Khloe continued after a long breath, "at least my fingers and vibrator are getting some decent practice." Both ladies chuckled softly at this.

At that natural pause, I nearly stepped into the room, but then - to my surprise - Carla picked up the conversation in a quiet voice. "You know," she said slowly at first, "I don't think there's anything wrong with a little...um...personal stimulation," she said, reassuringly. I could hear a bit of hesitation but also a grin behind her words as her confidence grew. "I mean, I love Matt, and he certainly doesn't disappoint in the sex department - I swear his fingers are freaking magic - but there are times when I really enjoy lying back, burying MY fingers deep inside me, and...and just losing myself to my own touch." Her voice echoed relief as she said this, as if saying it aloud was releasing a long-hidden secret.

"Oh my, god! You, too?" Khloe exclaimed. "I love masturbating! There's nothing quite like a self-served orgasm when you need one!"

"Shh...shhh!" Carla shushed at her, giggling all the same. "Exactly! So, I know things are really hard right now, and - girl - believe me, I know you've got needs. But, at least you can take care of yourself and...you know...rub one out when you need to." I could hear a change come over her as she grew even more confident. "Or... maybe two or three when you REALLY need to." They were trying to be quiet, but the giggles and laughter had them both shaking.

'Holy. Shit. Holy shit. Ho-ly shit!' I thought to myself as I leaned back against the wall. My wife of over 10 years just confessed to enjoying masturbating. Wow and holy shit; this was incredible! My mind was exploding. It was rare to hear Carla speak like this at all, and here she was talking about something I thought she would consider utterly taboo! God, what a turn-on! Very rarely had we dabbled in masturbation together, and it was usually only in the throes of passion when we assisted the other already touching us. Now here she was talking about full-on, toe-curling solo play. A thousand questions hit my mind. Did she do it often? When did she masturbate? How did she masturbate? What would she think of me doing it? Would we ever get to masturbate together? There was no way I was going to interrupt this conversation now, so - even though I knew I shouldn't - I adjusted my growing erection and leaned quietly against the wall to see where their half-inebriated talk went next.

After the giggling subsided some, Khloe continued. "You're definitely right about that! Sometimes there's nothing better than lighting some candles, soaking in a warm bath with an erotic book, and finding an orgasm. Or two..or three!" Her tone shifted then and became more reflective. "But... you know..." she faded.

"But sometimes you just need to be touched and loved on by someone else, too?" Carla finished for her.

With an exhausted sigh, "Yeah..."

"And, sometimes you just want..." Now Carla's voice hesitated.

"Sometimes you just want to feel desired. To be...wanted. To be taken." Khloe finished with a tone of quiet sadness.

I heard a rustle of movement, so I carefully peeked around the edge of the doorframe. Carla had sat forward and wrapped Khloe in an understanding hug. They stayed there for a long moment. I couldn't tell if Khloe was crying, but when they pulled back from each other, I watched as Khloe wiped a tear from her cheek.

After somewhat composing herself, Khloe tried to lighten the mood a bit. "Okay, okay, no more tears for me tonight," she announced as much to herself as to Carla. "You said Matt doesn't disappoint, huh? Well, give me something juicy, some details. What's his best move?" I could see the twinkle had started to come back to her eyes. "Tell me...tell me about his... attributes." She finished a little hesitantly, biting her lip and raising an eyebrow.

I was surprised to hear her ask about me directly - especially after last summer - but more curious to hear what Carla would answer. Normally, she would avoid a question like that, but I wondered if the situation and alcohol would loosen her tongue.

Carla's face went through several subtle expressions during a long pause; she was definitely wrestling with how to answer. But then to my amazement and pleasure, she let a sly grin take over her lips and divulged, "well, what he does with his fingers, the way he touches me...so gentle outside and so... so deep inside...oh...my...god. And, his...his dick...just gorgeous." She squirmed slightly as she spoke in a slow pace, obviously letting herself experience each delicate word as it left her mouth.

Then playing right along, Khloe chimed in, "really!? Oh, I want details!" She was now bouncing a little as she said this, causing her breasts to jiggle and sway deliciously.

I'm not sure if it was the alcohol, the situation, the audience, or just a side of my wife I hadn't seen before, but she proceeded with quiet enjoyment. "So, Matt's dick isn't short, but it isn't necessarily the longest I've ever seen. But, it is certainly the thickest I've ever had inside me." She used her hands to illustrate length and girth. "Sometimes, if I'm not really wet, it can even be kinda uncomfortable, so we have to be careful."

"Mmmmmmm..." Khloe responded in a tone that I recognized as half understanding and half arousal. She was obviously enjoying this topic. I couldn't help but wonder if she was also remembering seeing and touching the very dick being described. "So, lots of lube, then?" She promoted with raised eyebrows.

Carla chuckled at her comment and continued. "But - oh my god - when he's got me all turned on and wet with his fingers, and when he's all hard..." Her voice quivered and faded for a moment as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying her own thoughts. "When he's hard and when that beautiful dick is inside me, I've never felt so full, so filled up, so...so...satisfied." The last word left her mouth more as desire than a fully formed word.

My eyes couldn't have left the scene in front of me if I had wanted them to. The sexual tension in the room was now as palpable as warm sunshine, and both women were showing evident signs of how much they were enjoying this discussion. Carla's nipples poked unashamedly through her thin top - a sensation I knew she enjoyed. And, Khloe had started involuntarily running her hands up and down her bare thighs in a slow pattern, giving her legs increasingly firm caresses as she minutely rocked in place.

"God, Carla, are you trying to turn me on!?" Khloe asked with a moaning smile. She even moved her hands to press her center between her thighs as she said this. "Any more talk like that and you'll have me in the other room with my fingers if you're not careful."

"Maybe you should!" Carla fired back with a devious wink and a glance at her friend's shorts. "It'd probably do you some good. And we both know how relaxing a good orgasm can be," she winked.

"Mmmm...don't we now," Khloe answered. "But on that note, what about you? You've got that gorgeous cock in the other room. I can't be the only one here getting turned on and wanting an orgasm tonight."

Feigning shock, Carla gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, acting more innocent than both of them knew she really was.

"Oh don't give me that innocent crap, girl. I call bullshit!" Khloe accused in a playful tone.

Carla could only hold the look for a moment longer, then they both dissolved into laughter again.

After a long sip of wine, "Well, let's just say someone's getting laid tonight, cause this talk has definitely got me more than a little wet." Carla wiggled her hips back and forth as she said this.

Khloe teased, "Well, don't just sit there thinking about it, go get some before I get too horny and claim that gorgeous dick for myself!”

The look on Carla's face showed me that she hesitated on Khloe's comment. That she found it... interesting. But then, "Oh, it's all mine tonight," Carla quickly grinned while lightly pushing Khloe's shoulder.

"I know...I know...just saying you better hurry. This girl's now a little horny and...and not liking being alone." Though she tried to hide it, her voice fell a little at these final words.

Carla leaned forward and lightly kissed Khloe on the cheek. "You are beautiful, amazing, strong, powerful, intelligent, capable, independent, creative, and yes, apparently quite horny..." She smiled, then looked Khloe straight in the eyes. "...but you are not alone here. You are surrounded by people who love you. You are safe." This last sentence was spoken softly with sincerity.

"...I know." She nodded. Khloe's emotions were a wild mess, but those words had given her some peace. She smiled lightly in reply. Then, snapping herself back to the situation before her and the slight dampness growing in her panties, "now, for real girl, go get that dick before I get my own ideas. And, don't you dare be quiet about it," she finished with a wink. "Your guest may need some inspiration for her own playtime tonight."

Throwing a naughty look at her friend's teasing, Carla gave her another hug before bidding good night. As they stood, I took my cue and quickly vacated the hall, returning to my bed and book.

A few moments later after turning out the lights, Carla rounded the corner into our bedroom and leaned against the door frame. She looked at me with an inebriated sparkle in her eyes and mischief in her expression. She looked sexy as hell.

Crossing her arms, she finally said in a slow, playful draw, "now don't you dare just sit there, pretending to read, acting like you couldn't hear every word of what we were saying."

Playing along, I glanced up and threw my most innocent expression, "Hmmm?"

"Oh, I know better than to believe that look," she continued. "I know we weren't being quiet enough for you NOT to hear."

I decided to test the waters. "Well, in that case, I guess you'd better get over here before a certain horny houseguest decides to do it first."

Carla raised her eyebrows in a silent response, but - to my relief - continued grinning. Then, to my amazement, she spoke in a soft voice, "Oh, I bet you'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?"

Carla dropped her arms and slowly started making her way across the room, using every step to accentuate her curves and femininity. At her second step, she slowly grasped the lower part of her thin shirt and raised it over her head, dropping it to the floor. Then with breasts bared and nipples puckered, she continued, "I bet you'd enjoy it if she walked in here all sexy-like and showed you her breasts, wouldn't you. Maybe even played with her nipples." To accentuate her words, her hands gently massaged her breasts from base to tip, ending by lightly pulling her already pointed peaks outward.

I was rock hard. Carla had never touched herself so brazenly in front of me before. I was in heaven, and her actions had their desired effect. My eyes were riveted to my wife's body and my ears were captured by her sultry voice.

"Yeah, I bet you'd really like that." She took two more hip-swaying steps, then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her sleep shorts and wiggled them to the floor. She was now only wearing her navy thong panties. "And if she walked in here like this, nearly naked in only her panties? Hmm? I bet you'd really like that, too...Oh, they're pink by the way. I caught several glimpses of them on the couch this evening." Then with a very sly look, "pink, with tiny polka dots."

Not sure what kind of response she was looking for, but voraciously turned on, I decided to continue her game. "Well, I hear it's been a rather long time for her, and apparently I have...a...um... gorgeous cock...or so I hear. I could see why she's be...tempted." I held my breath, hoping I hadn't gone too far.

But Carla let out a long moan in reply as she placed first one knee on the bed, then the other, and began crawling towards me with her breasts hanging beneath her beautifully. "Mmmm, a gorgeous cock, huh? Let's see..."

As she reached my waist, she grasped my obvious erection through my basketball shorts and began to squeeze and massage it gently.

An involuntary moan welled up from deep in my chest. The pleasure and excitement of it all had me turned on more than I had been in months.

"Sounds like you like this. Now, I wonder if Khloe would like this so-called 'gorgeous cock' of yours. I think I need a better look." With that, Carla easily pulled both my shorts and boxers down my thighs, releasing my erection to bob upward before her face. Fixated on my swaying shaft, her eyes filled with a delicious hunger as her lips smiled broadly.

"Now that's much better," she breathed to herself as she wrapped her hand back around the flesh before her. After slowly pumping up and down several times, she delicately rounded her thumb over the head and spread my leaking precum around the tip in a glistening pattern. "Looks like someone is as turned on as I am..."

I squirmed in pleasure, trying to restrain my hips from thrusting and attempted to just bask in the pleasure of my wife's soft hands.

"Oh, you like this, huh?" she asked with a knowing smile. "I bet you'd like it if Khloe touched you like this. If this was her hand wrapped around you, rubbing your gorgeous cock? I bet it would make you all hard just like this."

I was heady with arousal and lost in the pleasures of her touch. I could only mumble and moan a reply. This brought a deeper grin to Carla's lips. She tightened her grip and gave a few more strokes, then unexpectedly engulfed my cock with her mouth.

Swirling her tongue around the head in expert fashion while sucking lightly and moving her hand slowly up and down the shaft, brought me to another plane of pleasure. Moreover, I couldn't believe that she kept mentioning Khloe; we'd never brought another name into our sex before. I was beyond myself; I writhed. I stopped breathing for a moment and wrapped my hands in her hair, feeling closer to her than ever. The softness, the warmth, the wetness, and the caress of her tongue and lips were nothing short of ecstasy.

Carla then moaned her own pleasure, causing vibrations to course through my arousal and spur me on. I gently began to massage her hair as I know she likes. But then bravely, I moved one hand down to cover and assist her hand as it stroked my cock. I felt her pause when she realized what I was doing, but she quickly resumed her oral ministrations with another moan. My hesitations quickly faded. Soon, my fingers were interlaced with hers, and both hands were becoming wetter with saliva and pre-cum. We both now stroked my erection in unison as her tongue and lips danced around the sensitive, dark-red head.

Never taking her mouth from me, I felt her shift position slightly on the bed. Curious, I opened my eyes and glanced downward. A beautiful sight filled my eyes. She was no longer holding her hair back with her free hand, but as her mouth and our hands caressed and pampered my cock, her other hand now slipped slowly beneath her. It felt her breast, caressed her belly, touched her hip, crossed over her panties, and then went lower until her fingers contacted her own sex.

With a deep moan and slight spasm, a sudden change rippled through my wife. She didn't break her rhythm; it became more purposeful. Instead of just giving pleasure, she writhed with me. Her hips began to move with her own hand, her hand timed in unison with her mouth, and we both groaned as if in sexual chorus.

At just that moment, she lifted her mouth from me and opened her eyes. They were clouded with both the giving and feeling of pleasure. Our gazes met. Her eyes bore into mine just as mine bore into hers. Our bodies and souls were one. She sat upward, leaving a long strand of saliva connected between her lips and the head of my cock. But, our rocking, rubbing, and massaging continued. My hand and hers continued their concurrent wet strokes up and down my shaft. And, her other hand continued rubbing and pressing into her wet panties and engorged vulva as her hips matched its forward and back motion.

So there we stayed, convulsing together, rubbing together, pleasuring together, all the while staring deeply into one another's eyes, connecting. Then, unexpectedly, "I bet you'd like to watch Khloe do this," she whispered, "wouldn't you?"

Lost in the moment and pleasure of mutual touch, I moaned and breathed back, "god...it would be so hot."

A triumphant grin spread softly through Carla's expression. "Tell me...tell me what you want to see...to see Khloe do..."

I took a deep breath, then, "It would be so hot to see her rub herself like that...rub her pussy like that." I glanced between Carla's spread legs at her hand.

"What else?" she prompted.

"I would want to see...see her touch and pull on her breasts.."

Carla took her hand from my cock, but I kept stroking myself. Then, without looking away she began to massage first one then the other breast, all while still rubbing more and more deeply at her own pussy. She moaned and rocked in pleasure closing her eyes for a moment, losing herself to her own touch. Then, looking directly back at me, "and what else?"

I was so hard and so turned on from this game and from watching my wife pleasure herself that I slowed my own strokes. I wasn't ready for this to finish any time soon. "I would want her to take off her panties...to be naked...to feel herself..."

Carla smiled wickedly, stopped her self ministrations, and slowly removed her panties. She was now fully naked and baring herself to me. She sat back down in front of me with her legs spread wide and her sex on display and raised her eyebrows.

I continued, "now, I would want her to fully feel herself...touch herself...spread herself."

Carla's hands both moved toward her aroused center. Her fingers slowly and teasingly caressed her inner thighs, pulling her sex slightly side to side. Then, seeing the heavy desire in my eyes, she touched her labia and gently spread her gorgeous wetness for me. A small drop ran from her vagina's opening downward, leaving a glistening trail and revealing that we were both equally aroused.

Spasms were beginning to well within me; I was nearing orgasm. I was losing myself. "Now, I would want her to fill herself with her fingers..."

Carla's fingers obeyed and plunged into her vagina as her other hand began rubbing fiercely on her clit. Her body and breathing shuddered. She was in ecstasy. "Like this? Is this what you'd like to see Khloe do? How you want to see her touch herself? Wide-open?" She threw her head back, as her pleasure was beginning to overtake her as well.

We continued like this for a few moments, completely lost in our own touches and the shared experience together. Then, she sighed, "I need you inside of me. I want you. I want your cock to fill me." As she said this, she moved my hand gently away from myself, straddled her legs over me, and guided my hard cock into her soft, warm wetness. We both convulsed and fell together. In a moment I was fully buried within her, and she was grinding hard against me. We moved together, as one, grunting and breathing and rubbing in synchronous lovemaking. "I feel so full...so full...please...harder...don't stop." We kissed, our tongues mirroring the passion of our bodies, dancing together in wet pleasure.

The building orgasms we had been developing and encouraging for the past hour finally crashed upon both of us as if tidal waves. We began to shake and press together even harder than before. "Please...fill me...cum in me," she begged. And with that, we spasmed together in utter bliss. I released rope after rope of my hot cum deep inside her as her body and pussy clenched and rippled around my shaft, milking me further. Our arms, our legs, our sexes were all wrapped around one another; we were unified and one and lost together in a sea of undulating euphoria.

Then, as our bodies began to come down, she kissed me again, only softer this time. More deeply. Then, without breaking our bodily contact, we settled into the disarray of sheets beneath us, drunk in our shared sexual release. Carla rested her head gently on my chest and breathed a deep, contented sigh.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

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A short time later, Carla stirred. Wanting to clean up from her earlier shared exertions, she quietly shift her body and moved out of Matt's arms. She smiled gently at him. Then, carefully moving off the bed, she stood and started for the bathroom. It was at that moment, she thought she heard something, much like a breath, come from her doorway. Oh god...her doorway. They never closed their door. The realization hit her fast.

But then, remembering Khloe's words from earlier, her curiosity took over. So, standing there naked, with a damp trail of cum on her left leg, she turned toward the door and looked carefully. Although it was dark, she swore she could see Khloe just there peeking in from the shadows of the hall. Their eyes met. After a long moment, and to her own surprise, Carla grinned.

As she turned again toward the bathroom a moment later, she thought to herself - Khloe's stay at their home may be more interesting than she ever predicted.