I arrive home, bored to death at the work I should be doing, but not giving a care. I enter the door, hoping to surprise you. I move through the house, looking for you. It is then I hear those familiar sounds of your climax, that throaty groan of release. Uh-oh, I guess I have surprised at the worst (or best) moment alone. I sneak up to our bedroom door and drop my jaw at the sight.
You are lying on the bed, your eyes closed, your body responding to the touch of your best friend. She is bent forward between your legs, tongue making the same lapping noise I so love to make. She is moaning as your fingers scratch at her back. I look to the floor, a heap of clothes and shoes there. My mind races at the scene which must have produced them. Passionate female kissing, breasts rubbing against each other, your subservient attitude being displayed by pleasuring her first. Your movements around the room.
You have always been honest with me about your desire towards women as well. You know I have been both comfortable and uncomfortable with it. I could be weird about it, pressuring you into details of it, or wanting to join in. You know the type. But now I cannot tear myself away, just enjoying the sights and sounds of both your beautiful bodies in tune to each other. I had read that this situation was the seventh most favourite fantasies of guys. I stand silently, stroking myself through my pants. She brings you to orgasm again. I silently groan, always loving that sound you make as you cum. I sigh.
I guess I sighed to loudly. She looks up from you, over her shoulder at me. Damn, I think. I hang my head in shame, make a move to go. Next time I’ll remember to call before showing up. She laughs lightly. Smiling, she awakens you from your passion. We look at each other. She smiles at me, motioning me over. She knows that I belong in this bed, how much I am attached to you, how much we both lust for your body. She kisses you hard, touching your breasts as you respond. I strip quickly and join you in the bed.
She moves back to your cunt. Lapping it teasingly, with the perfect pressure. I think I’ll need to take lessons. I lie beside you, holding your face between my hands, bringing your lips to mine, kissing you long and deep. My hands roam your breasts. You are so tender already. She comes to your other side. Both our mouths and hands roam your body. You are the centre of all our attention. It continues to the point of sweet pain.
She and I sit up on either side of you. I admire her body, her beauty. Different then yours, erotic, yet not the object of my fullest desire as you are. But I am drawn to her. We lean over your body and lightly kiss. Our kiss grows harder, more passionate. You can see the tongues dance with each other. I can taste you on her. The taste of your lipstick, your perfume, your love juices. We wrap our arms around each other, enjoying these sensations. I had read that the number one fantasy of guys was to do it with their lover’s best friend.
