“I feel so sorry for Jennifer. Since Rob died, she has been so withdrawn. She’s like some sort of sad zombie, just stumbling through her days.”

I understood where my wife Lisa was coming from. Jennifer and Rob have been our friends for five years. Rob died suddenly, horribly, a year ago. Some conspiracy-addled idiot decided to take out the local government. Rob happened to be in the city building paying his water bill when the idiot opened fire. The only good thing about the entire stupid incident was the idiot getting shot multiple times by police. I was glad to hear that he took hours to die. I wanted him to suffer. He has a name, but I won’t use it. Humans have names. Rabid animals don’t.

Jennifer was a beautiful and vivacious woman before the incident. Now, she wore Rob’s old sweats almost exclusively. She hadn’t worn a dress since the black one she wore to Rob’s funeral. Her face rarely held an expression. She left the house when she had to, and never for long. It was tragic and a waste of a wonderful human being.

Lisa is Jennifer’s best friend. She will never give up on her and will do anything to help her. Lisa practically lived with Jennifer during the first months after Rob was killed and spends every moment she can with her now. I think that without Lisa’s constant support Jennifer would probably not be with us.

The entire situation was sad. It didn’t help that it was so unnecessary. A minimal amount of research would have shown the idiot how wrong he was. I don’t think he really wanted the truth. I think he wanted to strike out at people he felt held power over him. His only accomplishments were to spread misery to underserving people and to die suffering.

I pulled Lisa close and held her tight. “Sweetheart, you have done everything you possibly can. I have wracked my brain for something that might help her. I don’t have an answer, except that we continue to help her any way we can.”

“It’s practically all I think about. She won’t go out socially, no matter how much I prod her. She won’t go shopping except to get groceries. She has separated herself from the world. She needs to be held and loved and made to smile again.”

I held her for a while, giving it some more thought. Lisa’s statement about Jennifer needing to be held triggered an epiphany. “Lisa, we need to get Jennifer laid. She needs a kind man or woman to hold her and make her feel again. She needs to realize that though Rob is gone, she is still a beautiful woman who deserves to feel more than grief and loss.”

Lisa’s arms squeezed me. “She needs someone like you. Now we need to figure out how to find him and get Jennifer to cooperate.”

The following evening Lisa and I were relaxing on the couch. She had just returned from her evening visit with Jennifer. I could see that she had something stewing in her head, “Watcha thinkin' about, babe?”

“I had an idea today about a way to help Jennifer. I need your help to make it work.”

“You know I would do anything to help you and Jennifer. What could I possibly do that you haven’t already?”

“Seduce her.”

“What! Honey, you can’t be serious. Something like that could go wrong and make things much worse in so many ways. Not to mention that you are my wife, not Jennifer.”

“I understand all of that. I have been thinking about it all day. You are an amazing husband and lover. Jennifer is my best friend, and she is suffering. I know that you would be the perfect man to make love to her, to get her living again.”

“Even if she went along with it, I would be cheating on you.”

“I don’t look at it that way. It would be cheating if you had an affair with her behind my back. I want to share the joy you give me with a friend I love who is in desperate need of joy. To me, it is an act of love, not betrayal.”

“I hadn’t thought about it that way. In my head, it sounds reasonable. Reality is a whole other thing.”

“It’s not like I am asking you to screw some skank. I know how attractive you think she is.”

I chuckled. “I would have to be on drugs not to notice how hot she is. But say we did what you are suggesting, what happens after? Jennifer’s mental state is fragile now. We are not therapists. We could make things worse.”

“I realize that. We can’t push too hard. Each step of the way must be because she wants it. I don’t want her to regret anything she does.”

“I can’t say I am comfortable with this yet. Having said that, how do we pull all of this off?”

“Dancing.”

“Huh?”

“You are going to need her help learning to dance. You want to learn so that you can teach me. I have always wanted to Tango with you, not just in bed. It won’t be a lie, and you know that Jennifer is a wonderful dancer. It will get her out of her house at a minimum. She will spend time with people who care about her even if the seduction part doesn’t happen.”

Jennifer loved to dance, so much so that she ran a dance studio before Rob died. She lost all interest in the studio after his death and had her lawyer sell it. Rob, on the other hand, had all the rhythm and coordination of a ruptured duck on ice. He had been a horrible dancer. I often danced with Jennifer with his encouragement when the four of us went out clubbing.

“I would love to learn how to dance like that, and it will help Jennifer. I am not sure about the seduction part. We will have to wait and see about that.”

Lisa smiled. She knew that once her husband held Jennifer in his arms, he would come around to her way of thinking.

Lisa

Jennifer lived just two doors down from us. I stopped by for our daily morning coffee. As usual, I let myself in, and as usual, Jennifer was in the kitchen waiting. She sat at the kitchen table, staring off into space. Her hair was messy, and she wore Rob’s old sweat suit. She looked horrible, and she stank. I was nervous and a bit apprehensive. If my idea didn’t work, I was out of ideas. I was very afraid I was going to watch my friend fade away until she decided to die. I couldn’t, I wouldn’t, let that happen.

I tried to engage her in conversation and got the usual one-word answers. I couldn’t stand the state she was in for another second. “Jennifer, come with me.”

At first, she was resistant as I tried to pull her to her feet. Eventually, she capitulated and allowed me to lead her to her bathroom. The room was, like the rest of her house, antiseptically clean. The only thing she did was clean her house obsessively and practice dance until she dropped. I found it odd that her house was that clean, yet she neglected herself. That was about to stop. It was time for a little tough love.

I started to pull the sweatshirt up, but she resisted. “Stop fighting me! You stink, and we are going to clean you up. You can help me, or I swear I will get a bucket of cold water and throw it on you. One way or another, I will get the stink off you.”

She didn’t say anything, but she allowed me to remove her clothes. I got her into the shower and undressed so I could join her. I brought the soapy loofah to her shoulder and began washing her. I washed her gently, almost like petting a skittish calf, long enough to get the stink off her. She seemed to be relaxing, so I decided to wash her hair before touching her intimate parts. I washed the dirt and oil from her hair and squirted the rinse onto her head.

The process had been efficient and unemotional to this point. I decided it was time to take advantage of the intimate setting to get her to feel something, anything, besides lost. We sat on the shower floor, and I massaged her scalp slowly. After a while, I heard her sigh as the tension eased. I continued and expanded the massage to her ears, down her neck, and to her shoulders.

She leaned back against me as I ran my fingers through her hair, and she began to cry. I held her close as sobs wracked her body. I hadn’t seen her cry since the funeral. I held her until she was through the worst of it. I wanted to take some of that weight from her, but I knew all I could do was love her and never let her go. I helped her stand and rinsed her hair. I soaped up my hands and ran them down her belly to her crotch. Her pubic hair had gotten a bit out of hand, and I had to soap my hands again before sliding my hand between her legs. I separated her labia with my fingers and ran my soapy fingers over her. At first, she stood there passively as I washed her with my hand. The feel of my soapy hand on her crotch eventually elicited a nearly inaudible sigh.

I was thrilled that she responded to my touch. My friend was still with us. She hadn’t left the world entirely. I continued to slide my soapy hand against her crotch, lengthening the stroke so that my hand rubbed her clit. She relaxed against me, and I ran my other hand up to caress her nipple. She moaned, and I stopped long enough to turn her around. I kissed her lips softly as my hand continued to clean her vagina. She panted as I increased the pace of my cleaning and responded when my tongue entered her mouth.

I had never been with a woman, but my friend needed me. Fingering her to orgasm might help, but it didn’t seem intimate enough to me. My mind made up, I kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear. I took her nipple into my mouth and flicked my tongue against its hardness. I kissed my way down her belly and got on my knees. I lifted her leg and moved under it, letting it rest on my shoulder. Without further thought, my mouth was on her mound, and my tongue began to lick her crotch. Her movement as I licked her directed me to what she liked. Soon my tongue was sliding rapidly across her clit.

I felt her hands on the back of my head and she held me tight as she thrust her pussy hard against my tongue. She shook and almost fell as the orgasm she needed so much washed over her. When the shaking stopped, I kissed my way back up her body and to her lips. Her arms flew around my neck. She could barely stand, and I wrapped her in my arms. She was crying and kissing me at the same time while her arms held me so tight I could barely breathe.

Her sobs abated, and we stood in the shower as the last tears were washed away. We kissed deeply and lovingly again, and then I turned the water off. I dried us off and we exited the shower. She kissed me again, and for the first time since her husband died, she looked at me with clear eyes. “I love you, Lisa.”

“I love you too. We are not done yet. Your nails need trimming, and I’ll take you to the salon for that. What I can do is trim that shrub between your legs.”

I grabbed a towel and took her hand in mine. We walked to the bedroom and I laid the towel on the bed. “Lay down on the towel and tell me where the scissors and razor are.”

She was lying on the bed when I returned with the necessary tools. Her eyes followed me as I entered the room and walked over to her. Her smile brought tears to my eyes.

Her voice was soft, “I had never seen you completely naked before today. You are incredibly beautiful.”

I blushed at her praise. “You are beautiful too. And you will be even more so when that tumbleweed between your legs is taken care of.”

The process of trimming and shaving her was highly erotic for me. It must have been for her as well. As I moved her labia back and forth while I shaved her, I couldn’t help but notice her wetness. She grinned at the cute little triangle above her bare labia when I was done. Flustered more than I cared to admit, I cleaned up the mess and put everything away. I walked back into the bedroom and moved between her legs to check my work. I told myself as my mouth enveloped her that it would be awful to leave her in such an aroused state. My fingers slid into her while my tongue worked her clit. It sent a thrill through me when she orgasmed.

I crawled up the bed and kissed her deeply. She kissed me back with enthusiasm, and I almost came. My relief at her response was indescribable. We got under the covers and held each other, enjoying the closeness. Nothing was said for the longest time, and I didn’t mind. I was willing to wait for her to say something, anything really.

I heard her sigh softly, “If I had known being with you would be like that, I would have done it years ago.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, me too.”

“I have a dumb question.”

“Okay.”

“What day is it?”

“It’s Monday.”

“What’s the date?”

“The fourteenth of June.”

“Huh. I didn’t realize it had been so long since I paid attention. I will always remember this date.”

“Why?”

“It is the date you made love to me for the first time.” She rolled onto her side and looked into my eyes, “And the date I first made love to you.”

She leaned in and kissed me softly at first, then with passion. Her hands began to wander over my body. Her kiss wandered from my mouth down my body, making wonderful stops along the way. When she moved between my legs and began to make love to me with her tongue, it was amazing. My concern for her, my relief that she was coming back to me, and the eroticism of the moment combined into an explosive orgasm. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was magical.

We spent the morning in her bed. The mechanics of pleasuring each other were relatively simple, and we figured them out rather quickly. We climbed out of bed long enough to have lunch and a glass of wine. I nearly sobbed out loud when I said something funny, and she laughed. She saw my tears and immediately embraced me. I had to remind myself that one day doesn’t fix everything. My friend, my lover, needed a lot more help than one day provided.

After lunch, we gathered up the nasty underwear and stinking sweat suit she had worn for who knows how long. I walked with her as she went outside and dropped them in the trash bin. She started to cry, and I held her. “Jennifer, please listen to me. All you did was throw away some stinking clothing. You don’t need it to feel Rob. He will always be with you.”

I walked with her back inside. We laid back down with our clothes on and snuggled together. I woke an hour later and watched her as she slept. Her face had lost that clenched, grieving look. She looked more alive and very beautiful. She woke to my kisses on her face and smiled at me. We kissed for a while and lay together, just enjoying the closeness.

After a while, I decided to take the next step. “Jennifer?”

“Hmm?”

“If you can, I need a favor.”

“Of course.”

“Wait till you hear the favor.”

“Okay.”

“Steve has always wanted to learn how to tango so he could teach me.”

She nodded happily. “He has a good feel for dancing, and I would have been glad to teach him. All he had to do was ask.”

“He was always too shy to take lessons at the studio. I think he would give it a shot if we could do it at our house. Would you teach him, us?”

“Yes, I think it will be good for me too. It’s time I got out of the house more.”

“Can we start tonight? You can come for dinner and then, dancing!”

She smiled, and it gladdened my heart. “Okay, I’ll be there.”

“One more thing. I am going to tell Steve what happened between us today. I know he will be as happy as I am that it did happen. I love you both, and there can be no secrets between us. Well, maybe one, but hopefully not for long.”

The look on her face was priceless. I kissed her hard before she could ask any questions. We sucked face for a while, and I left for home. I couldn’t wait to tell Steve everything that had happened.

Steve

I walked into the kitchen from the garage to find my smiling wife waiting for me. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me with enthusiasm. When we finally came up for air, I hugged her vigorously. “That was by far the best welcome home I have had in a long time. What happened that has made you so giddy?”

“Last things first, Jennifer is coming to dinner tonight and she has agreed to teach you how to tango!”

“Wow, that is amazing! You work fast. You said last things first so what is the first thing?”

“Well, you know she has obsessively worn that sweat suit. What you don’t know is she hasn’t been taking care of personal hygiene. I walked into her kitchen this morning, and my eyes nearly watered from the stink. I decided enough was enough and dragged her to the bathroom.

“I got into the shower with her and got her cleaned up. I washed her hair and massaged her scalp. She seemed to respond to my touch, so I massaged her shoulders a bit. She really started coming around when I cleaned her vagina with my soapy hand.

“Well, one thing sort of led to another, and I ate her pussy in the shower.”

“SAY WHAT!”

“I know! She orgasmed for me! Can you believe it!”

“I’m still getting my head around you going down on her!”

“That’s not all.”

“Holy shit! There’s more?”

“Well, her bush had gotten way out of hand, so I had her lay down on the bed and I trimmed her up. The process left her pretty wet and I couldn’t just leave her like that, so I went down on her again. She really liked it.”

I could only smile while my dick got as hard as rotational mathematics. “Uh-huh, you don’t say?”

“I do say. After that, she decided to return the favor. We spent most of the day making love. I even got her to throw out those nasty sweats.”

I was in awe of my wife. “You must be emotionally worn out.”

“Nope. I am giddy with excitement. You know I have never had sex with a woman. I am so glad Jennifer was my first.”

I kissed my awesome wife. When we finally came up for air I grinned. “I would have loved to see that. It must have been hot as hell!”

She slapped my arm playfully. “Typical male. It was loving and wonderful. Best of all it was cathartic for both of us. She broke out of her grief for a time and I got my friend back. We just need to make sure we move slowly. I don’t want her to think we are using or patronizing her.”

“Of course, babe. I think tonight we leave the hanky-panky out of the equation. Unless, of course, she initiates something. Even then, we need to move carefully.”

I helped her start dinner, then went to the living room to arrange the furniture. I rolled the rug up to reveal the floor. When we moved into the house, I tore out the old carpet and discovered the hardwood floor. I restored the wood to its former glory, and now it would make a wonderful dance floor.

Lisa helped me move the couch over by the wall. I took care of the chairs myself before getting the audio system ready. I am an audiophile and the system I have assembled provides amazing sound quality. I queued up some romantic music and let it play. Jennifer would bring the Tango music with her. I had equipment that could play it regardless of the format.

I was tinkering with my audio gear when Jennifer walked in the front door. I turned at the sound of the door and froze. Jennifer was wearing form-fitting dance wear. She hadn’t stopped dancing during her grief. Lisa told me she would often find Jennifer wearing that awful sweat suit, collapsed in exhaustion on the floor of her home studio. She would dance obsessively for hours.

The muscles in her legs drew my eye to the gap between her thighs. I could see the outline of her labia and quickly raised my eyes past the curve of her hips. I managed not to stare overly long at her amazing breasts before looking at her face. She was looking at me directly for the first time since before Rob’s death.

My face grew red from embarrassment. “Sorry, Jen, I didn’t mean to stare.”

She walked over to me, but her eyes wouldn’t meet mine. “Did Lisa tell you about today?”

“Yes, she did, and I am very happy for both of you.”

She looked up and met my eyes. “Really? I don’t want to cause you two any problems.”

“You are never a problem for us. We love you, Jen, and want you to be happy.”

I stood in shock when she hugged me. I snapped out of my shock quickly enough to hug her back. She leaned into me and rested her head on my shoulder. We stood like that for the longest time. I regret to say my cock was taking the closeness personally and was ragingly hard. I could feel her belly rubbing against it, and in my head, I was cussing my lack of control.

Jennifer finally released me, and Lisa entered the room. My erection was obvious. Lisa smiled at Jen. “Well, I see that Steve likes what you are wearing.”

Jennifer snickered! She actually snickered. “Yeah, I noticed when I hugged him.

“He told me he was happy about today. Did you tell him everything that happened? I mean, you know, with you and me?”

Lisa walked up to her and kissed her pretty mouth. “Yes, I told you that I would.”

Lisa kissed her some more, and Jennifer eagerly kissed her back. My cantankerous cock was about to rip out of my pants. If someone were to ask me a question at that moment, any question, the answer would have been a profound “Duh.” I was relieved when the two women ignored me and entered the kitchen. Now I had to sit down at the kitchen table without breaking my cock in half.

After dinner, I queued up Jennifer’s Tango music, and we got started. It soon became evident I didn’t have to worry about my erection. Twenty minutes in, I was sweating like a madman. Dancing was hard work, but I really enjoyed it. Jennifer would show me a step and then practice it with me. When she decided I could passably do it, I would practice it with Lisa. After half an hour, we took a break to towel off and drink some water. I had to ask myself, When did the seduction turn into a workout?

Another half hour later, Jennifer called a halt with a smile. “We have to stop, or Steve is going to keel over. You both did good tonight. You got the hang of the first few steps. Before you're ready for competition, you have a long way to go, but you are off to a good start.

I switched the music to the romantic soundtrack I had been playing before Tango practice. I grinned at her. “It was fun. I had a good time, but now I need to hit the shower.”

I quickly showered, pulled on shorts, and returned to the living room. Lisa and Jennifer were dancing when I walked into the room. Their bodies were melded together, as were their mouths, as they slowly moved in time with the music. My heart swelled with love as I watched in silence. My cock swelled with lust, and the waistband of my shorts was struggling to keep it contained.

They were so beautiful and so loving that jealousy never occurred to me. I was proud, if anything. Proud to share my wife with our friend. Proud of my wife for being such a loving creature. And very attracted to our friend because of the way she loved my wife. I would be content if Jennifer only wanted to be with my wife. Seeing them together made me happy. I don’t know that being with Jennifer could possibly make me happier, but I was certainly willing to make the comparison.

The song ended, and they slowly separated. It took them a moment to notice me. “You look so beautiful dancing together. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

Lisa noticed my raging erection and smiled. Jennifer followed Lisa’s eyes and saw it as well. I could see a little smile cross her lips as she looked away. Lisa came to me and kissed me hard. My cock immediately popped out from under my waistband. Lisa moved a little to the side. She was allowing Jennifer to look while pretending not to.

Lisa continued to kiss me. She had another motive besides letting Jennifer look. Suddenly, her warm hand was rubbing my cock up the cloth of my shorts and onto the exposed head and shaft. She slowly repeated the motion. She told me later that she was watching Jennifer out of the corner of her eye while she did it. That is how she saw the tears running down Jennifer’s face.

Lisa immediately went to Jennifer. I decided it was best for me to leave the room. My being there wasn’t helping.

Lisa

When I saw Jennifer's tears, I practically ran to her and hugged her as she cried. After a few moments, she sniffled. “I miss Rob so much. I miss him, and I miss touching him.”

“I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I saw how turned-on Steve was, and I thought you might like to watch me play with him. I am sorry his penis reminded you of Rob.”

“The whole loving thing between you two set me off. Truthfully, Steve’s penis is about Rob and a half.”

I chuckled. “He is really good with it, too.”

Jennifer smiled as her tears stopped. “I bet he is.”

She left shortly after that. I went to bed with my husband and, after reassuring him no harm was done, rode him hard.

Steve

The routine of dinner and lessons continued for the next few days. Jennifer and Lisa were intimate, but I had yet to see them doing anything more than kissing. The loving person in me wanted to give them the privacy they needed. Their friendship had changed in a new and wonderful way, and they needed time to explore it. The horny male animal in me wanted to watch. Thinking about it had me walking around with a perpetual erection.

Each evening after practice, I would shower, change into shorts, and return to the living room. Lisa and Jennifer would be dancing and kissing when I returned. It never ceased to touch my heart and arouse me. Thursday evening, I walked back into the room and was watching in my usual spot, standing in the doorway with a raging erection, when I heard them giggle. There was some whispering, and the two separated. Lisa walked over to me, “Hi, honey! Watcha got there hmm?”

She reached down and ran her hand across my erection. I had gotten smart and positioned it sideways so it had more waistband to overcome before it could spring forth. A few of Lisa’s strokes and squeezes proved too much for my waistband, and I groaned as my erection popped out. Lisa kissed me harder and pulled my shorts down, fully exposing my fully engorged cock. She grasped it and began to stroke me slowly.

She looked at Jennifer. “Are you Okay?”

Jennifer was staring at my cock as if she were hypnotized. “Huh?”

“I said, ARE YOU OK?”

“Yep, yeh, uh huh, all good.”

Lisa released my cock and walked over to Jennifer. She kissed her passionately, letting her know how much she wanted her. Jennifer was breathing heavily when their lips parted. Lisa looked deep into her friend’s eyes. “Nothing will happen that you don’t ask for. I am hoping right now you are going to ask me to fuck you while my husband watches.”

She kissed Jennifer the same way again, then looked her in the eyes. “Is there something you want?”

Jennifer nodded her head yes.

“Speak to me, Jennifer. We love you and you don’t have to do anything. What do you want?”

“I want your mouth on me.”

“Is there anything else you want?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I want to watch Steve play with his cock while you do it.”

Lisa smiled. “I think we can handle that.”

I watched as they kissed while slowly dancing, and their clothing was gradually peeled away. I knew my wife’s body well and loved every inch of it. Watching Jennifer being stripped was erotic as hell. Each part of her that was revealed was sexy and perfect. She was leaner and more muscular than Lisa. Both women had faultless figures, but they weren’t the same figures. Jennifer’s breasts were upturned and perky, while Lisa’s pointed right at you. Both were c-cups. Jennifer’s breasts had slightly smaller areola, and her hard nipples were a little smaller. Lisa’s ass was a bit rounder and just a bit bigger than Jennifer’s rock-hard ass. I loved every part of both.

I let them get comfortable on the couch before I got settled at the other end. I got onto the couch and, on my knees, faced them so Jennifer could lie back and still see me. I was afraid I would cum as soon as I touched my cock. I knew a little trick that would bring me back from the edge. At least if I did it the way Lisa did. Otherwise, I wasn’t going to last long.

Lisa kissed and licked her way down Jennifer’s body. I was rubbing my cock up and down the length with my fingertips. Jennifer locked her gaze on it as soon as Lisa’s head dropped below her eye level. Lisa was licking her way up Jennifer’s thighs when I wrapped my hand around it and began to pump my hand slowly.

Lisa spread Jennifer’s legs wide, and I could see her pussy on display. I moaned at the sight of her, and I could see her gasp in response. Lisa ran her tongue up Jennifer’s slit, and I had to squeeze the base of my cock hard to keep from cumming. Jennifer must have realized what I was doing. I heard, “Oh fuck!” and then Lisa licked her again. I watched as Lisa slipped a finger into her and began licking her clit.

Jennifer was so obviously aroused, and Lisa looked so amazingly hot eating her; there was no way I could last much longer. Jennifer had her hands resting on Lisa’s head and was getting close. Jennifer wasn’t aware that she was doing it at the time, but she was whispering, “Cum for me. Please cum for me.” That was it for me. I couldn’t take any more. “I can’t… I’m gonna..!”

I fell back against the arm of the couch. When the first spurt shot up to my chin, Jennifer pulled Lisa’s head hard against her pussy. Her orgasm wracked her body. “Oh god! Oh, fuck yes! That’s it. Show me!” Throughout her orgasm, her eyes never left my spurting cock. Watching her orgasm while she watched me had me so aroused that I didn’t think I would ever stop. I am sure I have never cum that much or that hard in my life before.

I sat there catching my breath and trying to restart my heart while Jennifer shuddered her way through the rest of her orgasm. Lisa lay next to Jennifer on the couch as they exchanged loving kisses. God, they looked amazing! Lisa looked at me and smiled. “Come here stud.”

I walked over as the cum began running down my chest and stomach. I leaned over and kissed my wife deeply. I smiled as we separated. “Mmm. Tastes good.”

I felt Jennifer’s hand on my neck. She pulled me close, and our lips met. We moaned as we kissed. My cock twitched in anticipation and hope. Our lips parted, and I stood. “I need to take care of this before I drip on everything.

Lisa laughed. “Holy shit! That’s one hell of a load you’ve got there, buddy.”

“Not my fault. You two would have made a dead man cum.”

I made my way down the hall and into the shower for round two. I finished up and got in bed. A little while later Lisa climbed in with me and I held her close. “That was the most amazing and erotic thing I have ever seen. You two look so beautiful together it hurts. I understand why you not only love each other but are also falling in love.”

She squeezed me tight. “I do love her, and I am falling in love with her.”

“All I ask is that you leave room in your heart for me.”

Lisa sat up and grabbed my face with both hands. “No one will ever replace you! Not now and not ever!”

We kissed for a while, and she lay on my shoulder. “Steve, I know I can love you both, and I think you will find we can all love each other. That’s the nice thing about love. We have an endless supply of it if we are willing to share. It’s when we are afraid that we will lose it that sad things happen.”

“You are a wise woman.”

“Anyway, you also have that cock. It seems to have added a member to its fan club. I am almost positive that Jennifer will ask for it soon.”

“If you say so. I was watching her face as she watched me beat off. It was so erotic. She never took her eyes off me. I don’t think she even realized she was doing it, but she was urging me to cum for her. That was it for me. As soon as I started cumming she grabbed your head hard. I watched her face as she came.”

Lisa chuckled. “She pulled me against her pussy so hard I could barely breathe! I managed to press my tongue against her clit while I rode it out. I sure wasn’t doing anything at that point that contributed much to her orgasm. Watching you cum really set her off, and I’m glad. I was afraid she wouldn’t even try to be with a man again. Now I know your cock excites her, and that makes me happy. I never dreamed that there would be a time I would be happy that another woman loves your cock.”

“Surely you realized it was inevitable that my golden example of the ultimate in manhood would draw women like bears to honey.”

“It’s bees honey, not bears, and if what you say is true, oh Yee Golden One, our house would have had a crowd out front years ago.”

“I think bears make more sense. Bees make honey and eat it. They have it at home and don’t need to be drawn to it. Bears are drawn to it because it tastes good, and they don’t have any in their dens. As for your other statement, why do you think I put up the privacy fence?”

“Bees, bears, who gives a shit. The privacy fence is around the backyard.”

“Sure, that’s the side our bedroom window is on.”

She snuggled against me, “I love you even if you are delusional. Good night.”

“I love you too.”

Lisa

Friday morning, I sat in Jennifer’s kitchen and we had our morning coffee. Surprisingly, it took less effort than I thought to get Jennifer to shop for some new lingerie. The lingerie she had was intended for Rob and no one else. She couldn’t bear to wear it again. I packed it all up and dropped it off at the house. I would get rid of it for her later. The last thing I wanted, or she needed, was for her to cry over the trash bin as she threw it away.

We had tons of fun trying on stuff and getting each other heated up. I stretched the shopping out for as long as I could. I knew that if we finished early, we would end up trying on some new lingerie at home, and that would lead to fantastic sex. I wanted her horny, not sated. I was looking forward to today's dance lessons.

We ate lunch at a local bistro. Afterward, we stopped at the salon and got her nails done. Jennifer was glowing. She was finally climbing out of the well of despair she had plunged into. She was still very fragile, but she was living again. Steve and I were determined to nurture her as much as she needed.

We were back home before Steve finished work for the day. I left Jennifer to organize her new purchases and returned home. When Steve walked in the door, I made sure he got a nice welcome home kiss. Steve wanted to bask in the fact it was Friday, so we settled on the couch for a while.

“Steve, honey?”

“Yeah, babe.”

“I had a great day with Jennifer. We got rid of her old lingerie and went shopping for new stuff. We had lunch and even got her nails done. We spent the day out in public, and she did great.”

“That’s awesome! That was a huge step for her. I know it has only been a few days, but I am certain she is on her way back.”

“I think so too. She was stuck in an endless loop of grief. I think that in her heart, she wanted to get out of the loop, but she didn’t know how. A little help from a friend was exactly what she needed.”

“That’s what friends do, babe.”

“So…I was thinking that maybe we could go out for dinner tonight and invite Jennifer to join us. Nothing too intimidating, just dinner with friends. What do you think?”

“Sounds good. We will know better when we ask her. What about dancing?”

“I think it would be nice to come home and practice what we have learned so far. We will be wearing the right clothes for dancing, and we can slow the pace down to be more romantic.”

“That sounds nice. I'll call Jennifer right now and ask her to go out on a date with us.”

“You are going to call her?”

“Yep, I need to show Jennifer I care for her too.”

A few minutes late Steve was on the phone with Jennifer. He was using his deep sexy voice and he had her on speaker. She answered on the second ring. “Hey, Lisa! I just finished putting everything away. What’s happenin'?”

“Jennifer, this is Steve.”

“Oh, sorry. Is anything wrong?”

“Not at all. Actually, things are pretty awesome right now because of you.”

“Huh?”

“First of all, you have come back to us. You don’t know how much that means to me. Secondly, you and Lisa have a wonderful relationship.”

“That… that’s nice of you to say.”

“I mean what I say. You are a beautiful and sexy woman. So beautiful and sexy that I would like you to accompany me on a date with Lisa. I would like to take you to dinner.”

“You want me to be your date for dinner?”

“Yes.”

“Uhm, I don’t know.”

“I promise that your chastity is safe, unless of course you decide you don’t want it safe. If that happens, I promise to make sure you enjoy the decision. Please?”

“Okay.”

“Wonderful! We are eating at Donahues. I will pick you up at seven.”

“I can just walk over.”

“My date deserves to be treated like a lady. I will pick you up.”

He did awesome and I hugged him hard. “Donahue's is a good choice. Not too upscale, but enough so that Jennifer and I can dress up.”

“My thoughts exactly. Why don’t you get with Jennifer and figure out what you both will be wearing? I need to run out for a minute. When I get back, I’ll get ready, and you can surprise me with your outfit. One more thing: when we pick up Jennifer, I want you to sit in the back. I don’t want Jennifer thinking it is you and her with me along for the ride.”

I kissed the shit out of him, and he left. I called Jennifer. “I hear you have a date?”

Her voice was excited. “Yes. A handsome man asked me out to dinner. I understand there will be a gorgeous woman joining us.”

“That would be me. How about we get together and figure out what we are wearing?”

“Sounds great!”

“Well, get off the phone and get over here!”

I wanted to start with my clothes to set the tone. I pulled out several slinky dresses that were sexy but not over the top. Each dress provided substantial hints of the treasures hidden beneath. Yet each one leaned more toward classy than slutty.  Assuming I was willing to be touched a bit intimately, I could dance in any of them. I was willing. I hoped that Jennifer was as well.

Jennifer didn’t hesitate to wear something sexy. She also wore some of her new lingerie. She was happy and nervous about her date and she wanted to make a good impression. The truth is that she could wear a burlap sack, and it would make Steve horny as hell.  I decided not to share that thought with her.

I was standing in the living room when Steve walked in, ready for his date. He looked studly! He walked up to me, kissed me deeply, then looked into my eyes. “You look amazing! But tonight, I want to focus on Jennifer. I am going to kiss you again in a moment. After that, Jennifer has my undivided attention.”

He kissed me hard. I just managed to resist the urge to jump his bones right then and there. We got into the car with me in the back seat and drove two houses down. Steve left the car carrying a red rose and walked to the door. Jennifer answered, and I could see him hand her the rose. She took it inside and returned to the door. They walked to our car hand in hand, and he opened the car door for her. I could see his eyes get wide when she slid onto the seat.

Steve

I thought a red rose would be a good idea. The date wasn’t about friendship. It was about love, and I wanted to make my intentions clear. Jennifer answered her door, and I nearly lost my voice. I had no problem complimenting Jennifer on her dress. She looked stunning! When I handed her the rose, it shocked her for a moment. She was aware that the red color was for love, and her eyes glimmered as she looked up at me.

She quickly put it in a bud vase, and I escorted her to the car. She gave me quite the view of her new undies when she slid onto the seat. The thong she was wearing was sheer, and I could see the outline of that cute triangle of hair above her sweet pussy. I looked up to see that she was not wearing a bra. Her erect nipples pressed against the silky dress she wore. Fuck! It was going to be a bitch to drive with my raging erection.

My eyes made it to her face, and she smiled mischievously. She had not missed my fascination with her choice of clothing. I got in, and we drove off. I kept her engaged in conversation during the drive. She waved at Lisa in the back when she got in the car. For the rest of the drive, I had her undivided attention.

The three of us enjoyed dinner at a fine restaurant. I took every opportunity to touch Jennifer. I would lightly touch her hand, her arm, or her shoulder. I wanted her to believe I was attracted to her and couldn’t help but touch her. I wanted her to feel like she was desired. It was remarkably easy because every bit of it was true.

I didn’t ignore Lisa. That would have been mean, and I am not mean to my wife. The dynamic was different on this occasion. I was giving Jennifer the attention I usually give my wife and with the same attraction. The three of us had a wonderful time. We had managed to drink two bottles of champagne, most of which Jennifer and Lisa took care of. I held my intake to two glasses over the two-hour dinner. The waiter left to process our check, and I reached for Jennifer’s hand, “I don’t want this evening to end. Would you please come to my home and dance with me?”

Jennifer blushed. “I don’t want it to end either. Dancing would be nice.”

We drove home, and instead of pulling into the garage, I parked in the driveway. I escorted Jennifer through our front door and into the living room. The drapes were closed, and I lit the candles to provide a soft glow throughout the room. Soft, romantic music was playing. I had chosen songs that set a slower, more romantic pace for our tango.

She wasn’t hesitant. I don’t know if, at first, she was reminded of our practices and just went with it or if it was genuine attraction. I know the slight gap we maintained between us during practice had disappeared. Her body melded to me, and we began to dance. I was totally focused on her as we moved in sync. I was completely taken with her. I looked into her eyes as her groin rubbed against my leg. The look on her face told me she wanted my lips on hers.

I kissed her slowly at first. Our lips discovered each other until they opened, and our tongues touched. We continued to dance slowly as our kiss went on timelessly. When the song ended, we stopped dancing, but we didn’t stop moving. We swayed as our bodies rubbed wonderfully. I kissed her neck and her shoulder, then back to her lips. Jennifer was breathing faster and made little gasps when I kissed her neck.

Our kisses became more passionate. My hands cupped her ass and pulled her against the swelling in my pants. Kisses on her neck morphed into licks and nibbles. Her hand rubbed my cock through my trousers, and my hand pulled the zipper at her back downward. Her dress slipped off her shoulder to reveal her pert breasts. She moaned when my mouth began to lick and suck them. I came up for a kiss, and she stepped away from me.

She shrugged her dress off and came back into my arms. We kissed passionately as her hands frantically began to unbutton my shirt. I helped with the buttons while her hands fell to my belt. She knelt and pulled my pants and underwear to the floor. I stepped out of my pants and tossed my shirt to the side.

Jennifer looked up at me and grasped my throbbing cock. Her eyes fell to my cock, and she looked at it for the longest time as her hand slowly stroked me. I let her play with it for a while before I pulled her to her feet and kissed her again. I could tell she was getting nervous, so I motioned for Lisa to join us.

Lisa had undressed down to her thong. She walked over to us and kissed Jennifer deeply before kissing me the same way. Now, the three of us were exchanging kisses and touches. Lisa and I began to focus our attention on Jennifer. It didn’t take long before her nervousness disappeared.

Lisa led her to the couch and had her lie down. Lisa pulled off her thong and straddled Jennifer’s face, “Eat me, lover. Make me cum.”

Jennifer began to lick my wife’s pussy. Her amazing legs were spread on the couch, and I slid between them. I slowly kissed my way up her thighs. I licked around the edge of her thong until her hips began to move. I pulled the thong aside and ran my tongue up and down her slit. She moaned into Lisa’s pussy. She raised her hips readily as I pulled her thong down. Her pussy was fully exposed to me, and I caressed her labia with my fingers. Those same fingers spread her labia, and my tongue began to lick her lovely pussy.

She came almost immediately. My tongue entered her and tasted some of her sweat nectar. When she came down from her orgasm, I inserted a finger into her pussy, and my tongue danced on and around her clit. Within a few minutes, she came for me again.

I kissed my way up her stomach, lightly bit her nipples, and kissed the wet mouth that my wife had so recently been pleasured by. I looked into her eyes. “Is there anything that you want from me?”

“Yes, maybe, I don’t know.”

I could tell she wasn’t ready for the final step yet. Lisa was on the floor with her head within inches of ours. I smiled down at Jennifer, then stood up and kissed Lisa. Lisa grabbed my cock and pumped it. Jennifer could see what was about to happen. She sat up to watch.

I laid my wife on the couch and spread her legs. Jennifer held and caressed Lisa’s right leg and watched with fascination and arousal as I rubbed my cock head up and down my wife’s slit. She gasped as the end disappeared within her, and Jennifer moaned in empathy. I slowly entered my wife and began to make love to her.

I kissed my wife deeply as I slowly slid my cock into her, and her hips rose to meet my thrusts. We moved together in the rhythm we both knew so well, and our passion continued to build.  I lowered my head and sucked her nipple into my mouth. I bit it, and that triggered her orgasm. Her body spasmed under me while her orgasm possessed her body. I kissed her hard as the orgasm subsided until I felt a hand on my arm and looked at Jennifer. “Aren’t you supposed to be my date?”

I slipped out of my wife and turned toward Jennifer. My raging erection wet with my wife’s juices. Jennifer had spread her legs in invitation. I slide between her legs and lay my cock against her labia. I slowly slid it up and down her labia and across her clit. “I apologize. You deserve my undivided attention. Will you forgive me?”

“Only if you stop teasing me with that thing and stick in in me.”

The head of my cock pressed into, then penetrated, her warmth. I slid slowly into her, and we began our discovery of each other. I made slow love to her, and her passion built until she thrust her hips hard against me. Her arms flew around my neck, and she held me against her as hard as she could. Her entire body was shaking with her orgasm. Her pelvis was jerking, causing her clit to rub against me, adding more fuel to her orgasmic fire. Gradually her orgasm subsided, but her body still twitched with every movement of my cock. Her arms loosened, and I kissed her passionately. When our lips parted, she looked at me. “That was wonderful.”

“We aren’t done yet.”

I started moving again, this time with more urgency. I stroked in and out of her picking up the pace until she was gasping with desire. Her eyes were hooded as she looked down and watched my cock thrust into her pussy. I was getting close. It was all too much, more than I ever imagined, more than I deserved. It was life-changing.

She started to orgasm, and this time, she screamed as it shot through her body. “Yes! Yes! Oh god, yes! She slammed against me over and over until her body froze and her mouth gaped open. Her eyes were huge as she stared up at me, and her orgasm peaked. My cock was buried within her as deep as it would go. Her fingertips were white from the iron grip she had on my biceps.

Her orgasm slowly subsided as I kissed her. She could see I was on the verge of cumming, and she answered my question before I could ask. “Lay back on the couch. Lisa and I will take care of you.”

I laid back, and my girls took turns sucking and licking me. It didn’t take long. “I’m gonna cum!”

Jennifer took over and pulled my cock deep into her mouth. Her tongue licked it as her hand pumped. I stiffened and began to shoot cum into her mouth. It seemed to last forever. My cock spasmed over and over as I kept pumping out cum. Jennifer kept sucking and swallowing until I collapsed back onto the couch, empty and, for the moment, exhausted.

Lisa gave me a few minutes to come back to Earth and then grabbed my hand. “We need the bed so we can all snuggle.” Jennifer took my other hand, and they pulled me to my feet. We collapsed on the bed and snuggled together, touching and kissing. Sleep took us.

I woke a few hours later and began to play with Jennifer’s naked body. We made love while Lisa pretended to sleep. She couldn’t pretend when Jennifer and I were rocking the bed in the morning. We were going at it hard, and Jennifer’s screams of pleasure would have woken her if she hadn’t already been tossed out of bed by our sexual gymnastics.

We had a fun breakfast together. Jennifer got dressed, and I insisted on driving her the two hundred feet to her home. I escorted her to her door and kissed her deeply. Our lips parted, and I held her hands. “I hope you will see me again, Jennifer. I enjoyed your company more than you can imagine.”

She smiled. “Oh, there is no doubt about that. You and Lisa can see me whenever you want.”

She moved back as I walked in the door and shoved it closed. “How about now?”

Two hours later, I walked into our kitchen, and Lisa welcomed me with open arms.

You can’t have too many true friends or too much love in your life. In the beginning, we did what friends do, we helped our friend when she needed us. We got lucky and brought our friend back from the brink. Our amazing friend gave us love in return.