Most of you guys think it would be hot to have the best friend of your wife be a total babe. Well I am sorry but I don't agree. I have been married for nine years. My wife and I are comfortable. My wife Julie is very pretty and has worked hard to maintain her body after the kids. We have a great sex life and a lot of fun together. Our life is pretty much ideal and uncomplicated except for Paula.
My wife has always been a caring giving person. She tends to collect friends that need help. Her best friend Paula is the queen of all walking disasters.
Sure, she is beautiful but man she defines high maintenance. Paula is 5'9' tall. She hits the scales at around 130 lbs. She has a perfect complexion with a golden brown tan. Her body is to kill for. Big tits and a tiny waist and a perfect booty with long tan legs. Her hair is medium blonde and wavy and her eyes are Brown with gold flecks in them. When Paula makes an entrance people stop talking and openly stare. I can hear you now, what a perfect setup. Well have a reality check my friends. Any time Paula showed up it meant a problem. She had been sexually harassed at work. Her landlord lost her rent money. Her car was broken down. Her new boyfriend liked to beat her. Whatever the latest catastrophe happened to be. Paula cost me money. Not a little money but a lot. At the same time, she barely knew I was on the face of the earth. I knew every time she called my wife with a new drama, I was going to be making a withdrawal from savings.
Life was on an upswing at my house. Work was going well. Little-league season was almost over. I had almost enough money squirreled away for a new fishing boat. Then the phone rang after nine at night. That could mean only one of two things, either someone died in the family or Paula. I answered the phone and Paula was on the other end. In a somewhat teary voice, she asked to speak to my wife. Shit!
To make a long story short, I was in my pants going to rescue Paula about fifteen minutes later. My wife was putting the kids to bed and I got elected. I really considered not looking for her, but my love for my wife won out and I found her sitting on a curb in a flashy outfit, outside a popular nightclub. She piled herself into the car, managed to thank me, and we were off to my house.
With the car in the garage and Paula in the guest shower I checked on the kids, and went to my bedroom. I just knew this was going to cost me my fishing boat before the night was over. I wandered out a few minutes later to check on my wife and she and Paula were nested down in our family room crying over the latest chapter in Paula's soap opera life. They were both dressed in plain white cotton nighties and had a glass of wine in front of them.
Paula was all teary eyed and my wife was trying to give me a reader's digest version of Paula's problem. To be honest I just smiled and kissed her and did my polite ohhhhh that's terrible talk, and went up to bed in disgust. This sounded like an expensive one for sure. Generally when we have guests in the house I wear sweats to bed but tonight I was so pissed I just hopped in butt nekid like I usually do right after my shower. I knew my wife would be busy crying and making helpful noises and drinking white wine until the wee hours of the morning so I channel blasted for awhile until I got drowsy and turned out the light and went to sleep.
I was awoken by my wife carefully pushing me over under the covers and heard her say Paula couldn't bear to be alone so she was going to sleep in bed with us. I could tell my wife was drunk by her breath and her speech but what the hell was I going to do? I moved to the edge and my wife cuddled up close with Paula taking up the other side. I rolled over and fell back asleep. I would worry about being bare ass in the morning. With any luck, they would both be passed out when I got up.
As funny as it sounds I wasn't at all excited about another woman being in bed with me and the wife. All it meant to me was less covers. I finally drifted off to sleep. I woke up some time later, more on instinct than anything else. I could tell my wife's casual movements and body posture that she was turned on. After you have been married and sleeping in the same bed as long as we had, it is just something you know. This was familiar in many ways. My wife seldom drank but when she did she was always horny and almost never remembered anything that happened. She stays out through the entire time. We had our wildest kinkiest sex on those nights.
Shit what the hell was I going to do. We had a stranger, well not really a stranger, but a different person in our bed. It wasn't like I could lift off her nightie and take care of her. I lay still for a second trying to figure out how to meet my wife's needs with out disrupting the world. I was also fairly eager to take care of my own needs being the average male pig that I am. I became aware of subtle movement. My wife was on her side facing away from me and her upper body was out of the covers. Her arm had slipped down between us. She slipped her arm down under my thigh and wedged it there. This was another sure sign of her arousal. As my eyes and ears adjusted to the dark quiet room, I could see movement as well as feel the bed move. As I watched I could see Paula's hand slowly slide over my wife's breasts. Her hand reached for the buttons on the front of my wife's nightie and she reached in and gave my wife a sweet tender kiss. As she did so, one of the buttons came undone. Another kiss and another button. I was mesmerized at the sight of someone else undressing my wife.
I slowly re-positioned myself for a better view. As I did so I became aware that my wife was still out cold from all the wine and the long day, but Paula was very much awake. Paula slowly skimmed the shoulder strap down off of my wife's shoulder and her breast popped free. My wife twitched as the nightie slid over her nipple, but remained basically passed out.