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Okay, I’ll start with what happened with my girlfriend. She was dying to know every single detail from Tuesday, so I laid it all out the couch, the way his wife melted under my touch, and how she caught her breath the second my hands moved toward her waist. By the time I finished, my girlfriend was already pulling me toward the bedroom.
We ended up making love slow, intense, and completely different than before. She kept whispering “tell me more” in my ear, her nails digging into my shoulders every time I described exactly how responsive the wife had been.
The next day, I sat her down and asked her straight, was she actually into this, or was she just playing along to make me happy? She looked me right in the eye and admitted she’s always wanted to do a threesome with another woman she just isn’t ready for the reality of it yet. So, we made a deal. I keep her updated with every single detail because she’s obsessed with the stories, and we keep exploring this together until she’s ready for more.
Sunday night I headed over to my friend’s house. He opened the door with the usual big smile and we talked for a while in the living room. He told me straight up he’d give us more space tonight. At first I thought he was starting to feel jealous, but he swore he wasn’t. He said most of the time he’d just stay upstairs so we wouldn’t have to worry about him walking in. I told him this whole thing is still brand new to me and I need a little time to get used to it. He nodded and said she feels the same way. I asked him again, “You sure?” He just laughed and said, “Yeah, as long as you two are good with it.”
We kept talking until she finally came out. She gave me a longer hug than normal, and then we all sat there chatting for minutes about nothing important. I actually missed the simple shit we used to talk about before any of this started.
Then he stood up and said, “Alright, I’m heading upstairs, guys. If you need anything just shout.” My heart started hammering immediately. She didn’t say a word to stop him this time, she just sat there like she was waiting for him to leave. The second the door clicked shut upstairs my cock got rock hard. I stood up, walked over, and sat right beside her on the couch. She gave me that shy little smile, the one that always makes my stomach flip, but her eyes were already glassy with nerves and something hotter.
“Ready for that massage?” I asked, voice low.
She turned her back to me without a word and whispered, “Yes.”
I leaned in close, my chest brushing her shoulder, and asked, “You guys still using my name when you’re together?”
She laughed softly voice low again, “Yes.”
“Even after I left last time?”
She leaned back into me slightly. “Yes… every time.”
I let the silence hang for a moment before my hands found her shoulders. I began to knead the tension away, my touch steady as I worked my way down the length of her arms until my fingers finally met hers.
I told her she talks easier when she doesn’t have to look me in the eyes. She laughed again, embarrassed but breathing a little faster. So I leaned forward and brushed my lips against the side of her neck, not quite kissing, just letting my warm breath drag slow and hot across her skin. She let out this soft, shaky moan instantly, like the sound had been trapped in her throat for days. I nibbled her earlobe, gentle but hungry, and her whole body shivered hard against me.
“Fuck… you’re so sensitive,” I whispered right against her ear.
My hands slid around her waist. She opened her arms a little, giving me room like she couldn’t help it. I cupped her tits over her baggy shirt, feeling how warm they were, her nipples already stiff and pushing against the fabric. I kept kissing and breathing against her neck and ears, slow and deliberate, letting my hot breath tease her until she was squirming. She completely surrendered, melting back into me with a quiet little whimper that went straight to my cock.
I shifted so I was right behind her on the couch, my chest pressed tight to her back, my hard cock nestled against her ass through our clothes. My hands stayed full of her tits while my mouth worked her neck and ears. She was moaning softly now, little gasps every time my breath hit her skin just right. I asked if I should stop. She breathed out, shaky and desperate, “No… don’t stop.”
I slipped my hands under her shirt, found the front of her bra, and squeezed her bare tits. They felt so soft and full in my palms. Then I tugged the cups down and started flicking her nipples with my thumbs, rolling them, pinching just hard enough to make her jolt. She moaned louder, head falling back against my shoulder. I had no idea if he could hear us upstairs or if he was sneaking a peek, but the thought only made me harder.
My right hand slid down her stomach, over her belly button, and she opened her legs just a little, that tiny movement was all the green light I needed. I rubbed her pussy over her jeans, feeling the heat pouring through the jeans. She was so fucking sensitive, hips twitching every time my fingers pressed against her. But the thick fabric was killing me. Without asking I popped the button and unzipped her. I worked her jeans down just enough, cursing under my breath because fuck, jeans are a pain in the ass when you’re this horny. She was wearing lacy black panties and they were soaked, I could feel the wet spot instantly against my fingertips.
I didn’t say a word. The feeling was weird as hell, but the lust was way stronger. I slid my hand under the lace, and the second my fingers touched her swollen clit she moaned loud and leaned all the way back against my chest like she was mine to do whatever I wanted. She was dripping. Then I pushed her panties to the side, and slipped a finger inside her tight, wet pussy and found her G-spot instantly. I slid a second finger in beside the first, maintaining a steady, firm pressure. I kept rubbing right there, curling my fingers with a deliberate rhythm, exactly how she needed it.
“Oh god…” she whimpered, voice all shy and broken. “That feels so good…”
I kept my mouth on her neck, kissing and breathing hot against her ear while my left hand kept playing with her nipples. “Tell me how it feels,” I whispered. “I want to hear you say it.”
She was panting now, trying to stay quiet but failing. “I’m gonna… fuck…” Her arms came up and wrapped around my neck, pulling me tighter against her as her hips started grinding against my hand. I didn’t stop. I rubbed her G-spot harder, faster, feeling her pussy clench and flutter around my fingers. She came the first time with a sharp little cry, thighs shaking, soaking my hand. I didn’t slow down. She came again few seconds later, louder this time, back arching hard. By the third orgasm she was trembling uncontrollably, legs trying to close but then opening wider like she couldn’t decide, her whole body jerking against me while she moaning loudly, there’s no way he didn’t hear that.
I wanted so fucking bad to make her squirt, to feel her gush all over my hand, but it seemed like she didn’t even know what that was. After the third one she closed her legs a little, breathing ragged, so I slowed down and gently slipped my fingers out. I wasn’t about to push it. My own cock was throbbing painfully in my jeans, untouched the whole time, but I knew I’d take care of that later with my girlfriend. I wanted to keep this slow and light, no rushing, even if it was killing me.
I helped her zip her jeans back up, my hands still shaking a little from how turned on I was. “You’re so fucking sensitive,” I murmured against her ear. “Did you like that?”
She was still catching her breath, face flushed deep red. “Oh God, yes.”
“I did too. Way too much.”
Before the guilt could settle in, I told her to call her husband down. She fixed her hair and shirt, then shouted for him, her voice hoarse. When he walked in her hair was still a mess, her neck was marked red from my mouth, and her face was still flushed. He grinned wide and said, “Looks like you two are enjoying your time.”
I laughed, trying to sound casual even though my cock was still half-hard and obvious. “We did a little.”
He looked at her, and said softly, “Damn… I wanted to watch that.”
I told him, “At least you’ve got something to hear about tonight.” She gave me this satisfied little smile, half shy, half teasing, that made my cock twitch again. To my surprise, there wasn’t a trace of regret in her eyes. She just kept smiling, a quiet confirmation that she wasn’t just okay with what happened, she had truly craved it.
I said I had to head out. I drove home, waited for my girlfriend to get back, to tell her everything that happened, every detail from the moment I arrived to that final, satisfied smile.
I’ll probably see them again next weekend. I want to keep building it slow. I want my friend’s wife to be the one begging me to fuck her. I really like torturing her like this, making her wait and ache for it until she can’t take it anymore.
I’ll update after next weekend if anything happens.
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