After the initial hookup with Angie, our hot little neighbor who was my wife’s best friend and confidant, I was eager to see what lay ahead for all of us.

Several days went by after our initial hookup, which unbelievably, was secretly blessed by my wife, Joy as a way to fix my “bedroom issues”. Of course, I was not informed about the blessing from my wife; I simply overheard the set-up discussion by pure accident as I was eavesdropping on a private conversation from the garage.

I had always had a secret crush on Angie but kept those feelings very suppressed since I was very married and very committed to my wife. Hearing that Joy wanted me to have sex with Angie, kind of hurt a little bit. I did not think I had any sexual performance issues and Angie pretty much confirmed as much when we finally hooked up.

Angie and I discussed in great detail the issues that supposedly existed between Joy and myself. We came up with a hypothesis that most of our issues were not me, but Joy.

“I think Joy is bi-sexual,” Angie said one day as we were chatting in our front yards. “She’s simply afraid to admit it and its easier to blame things on you.”

It took me a little bit to process what Angie had told me. I had known Joy since our days together in college and there was no way I was going to believe she was bi-sexual.

I asked Angie if she was bi-sexual. 

She smiled and replied, “Yeah, I like girls and guys and no, I don’t have a preference. I just like people who are nice and who are sexy and confidant about themselves.”

Angie stayed quiet for a second and then as she raised a finger to scratch her chin, she asked if perhaps Angie might be receptive to some special attentions from the “female persuasion”.

I chucked and told her, “You’re on your own.”

I knew Joy very well. We had been married ten years. Neither of us had ever cheated on the other and my hookup with Angie was the one exception, and it was blessed by my lovely wife.

Several days later, I was puttering around in the garage when Angie showed up to have lunch with Joy. I was in the garage, in an eavesdropping mode.

“You have a stud,” Angie told Joy. “I don’t know what his issues are, but he is definitely a good lover. You are one lucky lady.”

“I don’t feel lucky,” Joy declared as she sat next to Angie at our dining room table, sharing a Coke and some cookies.

Angie reached over and placed her hand onto Joy’s forearm.

“Look,” she said, “You’re uptight about all of this. Maybe all you need is a good massage.”

“Maybe so,” Joy replied. “But I don’t know a good masseuse.”

“Lucky you,” Angie shot back, "I used to be a licensed massage therapist.”

“No way!” Joy shot back. “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” Angie replied. “I can give you a massage right now.”

Joy was ecstatic.

“I’ll tell you what,” Angie said, “I'll run next door and get my lotions. Why don’t you take a hot shower and get ready? I know exactly what you need! We can do this on your bed.”

I listened as Angie departed through the patio door and Joy sauntered off to the master bedroom bath.

I casually stuck my head out of the garage and pronounced that I was going to go up to Home Depot and would be gone for a while.

Joy excitedly told me that she had discovered Angie was a massage therapist and that Angie had offered to give her a massage.

“Great!” I replied. “Tell her I am next!”

Joy looked at me and rolled her eyes. I could tell by her response, that she did not really like my response. I pretended to head out and then hid out in the study. A few moments later and Joy scurried to the front door wrapped in a large beach towel.

“I am so excited!” Joy declared. “I haven’t had a massage in years.”

“Well,” said Angie, “I haven’t given one in years, so I hope this works out well.”

I listened as they retreated to the bedroom. From my vantage point, I could see easily into the bedroom through the reflection of a strategically placed hall mirror. Joy dropped the towel and started to climb onto the bed.

Angie interrupted her.

“Uhmumm, can you lose the panties?”

Joy hesitated, but slipped out of her panties, tossing them to the side. She was now totally naked in front of her friend.

“You have a nice body,” Angie complimented as Joy settled onto the bed and then onto her stomach. “I don’t understand why your husband has bedroom issues. I mean, like, you are very sexy!”

Joy tuned about four shades of red as Angie climbed onto the bed and straddled Joy's legs, squirting lotion onto Joy’s back.

Angie was clad in her trademark gym shorts and her sports bra. As she worked the lotion across Joy’s back, she shifted downward and started pushing her clenched fists into the small of Joy’s back. Joy grunted with each strong push by Angie. Angie scooted further down on the bed, working the lotions into Joy's buttocks, as Joy cradled her head in the folds of her arms.

“Do you have a rubber band?” Angie asked. She said she needed to tie her long blonde hair back. Joy pointed out a scrunchie on the dresser. Angie jumped off the bed and grabbed the scrunchie. As she pulled her long blonde hair back and tied it in place with the scrunchie, I could see her looking out the bedroom door in my direction. She could not see me because I had the lights off in the study.

Angie slipped out of her gym shorts and down to her very small t-back.

“I’ve got some scented oils,” Angie told Joy. “I think you will like these.” She started pouring the scented oils onto Joy’s back and her buttocks. After working them in, Angie shifted on the bed, so that one of her knees was pushed right up against Joy’s vagina, essentially spreading Joy’s legs in the process. After some intense rubbing, I could tell Joy was starting to loosen up. I slipped out of the study and stood silently just outside the bedroom door, watching as Angie massaged Joy’s cute and uncovered ass.

“I’m going to work your inner thighs,” Angie said, slipping further down on the bed, digging in her fingers, as Joy hummed her approvals. I could tell the massage was getting Joy a bit worked up. Sweat beads formed on the lips to her flower. A musty aroma filled the air. She hummed lightly as Angie worked her fingers closer and closer to Joy’s vagina.

Angie moved the edge of her hand along the inside of Joy’s inner thigh, ever so close to Joy’s vagina, which at this point was showing definite signs of excitement. Joy rubbed the back of her neck.

“Are you okay?” Angie asked.

“Yes,” Joy replied. “It's just that you’re getting me all worked up.”

Angie moved away from Joy’s erogenous zone, but only briefly.

“Just relax,” Angie said. “It’s perfectly okay to get a little worked up. You simply need a little release.”

Angie returned to Joy's inner thighs and applied more oil. This time, she pushed her fingers closer and closer to Joy's vagina. As she gingerly slipped a finger alongside Joy’s vagina, Joy trembled. Joy arched her buttocks off the bed and hummed.

“That feels soooo good,” Joy declared.

Angie boldly slipped a lone finger into Joy’s pussy and held it there, while using her free hand to reposition her on the bed.

“Don’t stop,” Joy begged. Angie worked her fingers in and out of Joy’s pussy, bringing her to the brink of an orgasm as I stood watching from just a few feet away. Angie was good. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“Oh my God!” Joy declared. “I love your touches. I wish Ed would touch me like that.”

“I’ll teach him,” Angie replied, instructing Joy to flip onto her back.

Joy flipped onto her back and Angie liberally applied more oil to Joy’s front side, taking time to liberally coat her breasts and her abdomen. There was no way Joy could hide her body’s responses to Angie’s touches. Her nipples stood straight out. She closed her eyes and did her best to relax.

Angie worked her way down Joy’s slender body, using her hands to massage Joy’s well-toned body. Joy eagerly spread her legs, knowing what was about to transpire. Once again, the room was full of the musty smell of sex. Angie gently slipped her fingers into Joy’s vagina. Joy hummed her approvals as her friend gently brought her to the doorstep of a massive orgasm.

“Do you like it?” Angie asked.

“Yesssss,” Joy replied breathlessly. “You are amazing.”

Joy placed her hand on to Angie’s hand and held her hand in place, as Angie toyed with Joy’s clit.

“Do you think you could do the same for me?” Angie asked.

“Do you want me to?” Joy replied. “I’ve never done anything like this with another woman.”

“Very much so,” Angie replied. “You are incredibly sexy. I can tell you what works best and what I like.”

I had never seen my wife get so turned on before. It was unlike anything I had ever witnessed.

Angie slipped out of her sports bra and lay back on to the bed. She arched her back and then slipped out of her small black t-back, baring her shaved kitty to Joy. Joy poured a large amount of the oil over Angie and began to liberally rub the oils over her friend’s naked body.

“Go slowly,” Angie instructed. Like Joy’s breasts, Angie’s manmade breasts were equally responsive to the touch.

Angie reached out and placed her hand onto Joy’s hand and together Angie showed Joy how to conduct an incredibly sexy breast massage.

“You are incredible,” Angie declared as she moved their hands down to her abdomen and then down towards her vagina, pressing Joy’s fingers into her pussy and holding them in place. Joy’s eyes widened as the first time in her life, she was now touching another’s woman’s private parts. She gently worked her fingers back and forth over Angie’s hooded clit with Angie’s help.

Angie welcomed Joy’s touches and begged her to not stop, spreading her legs and patting the area just above her shaved pussy.

“Kiss me,” Angie begged.

Joy lowered her head between her friend’s parted legs and began to kiss the inside of her thighs. In the hallway, I had my cock out and was stroking it. This was unbelievable. My wife was going down on her best friend, and I had a front-row seat.

“Don’t stop,” Angie begged. There was no way Joy was going to stop. She was in far too deep at this point.

Angie discreetly motioned for me to come into the room. I stripped out of my jeans and my t-shirt and stealthily entered the room, completely naked and well primed.

And you know, I think you’ll have to read the rest of the unbelievable story in the next chapter