This is another true story. Names have been changed, and like my previous story, it's pretty tame in that it doesnt result in wild sex with multiple parties, or anything of that nature. It only involves nudity which is volunteered by the individual involved. So again if the type of stories you like involve loads of partners having lesbian relationships whilst having whipped cream eaten off their pussies, then I suggest you stop reading.
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Helen and I had been married for about 4 years, and things were stale. We'd both had strayed during our marriage, and each time we would get back together and try to work it out. She had hooked up with previous boyfriends, who were much better in bed than I was (and were bigger - see my previous story where I can only get to 5.5" when hard), and I'd had had a few one night stands. Although we didnt last as Helen wanted to be set free to be able to experience more varied cock, and also have some more black guys, we did try to spice up our marriage a few times. This story is one such instance when it did work.
Helen had an old friend called Claire. The pair of them had previously shared a house together when they were in their mid-20s before I or Claire's husband, John, had entered the scene. They both had had relationships prior to us, and from the accounts I'd heard, they had pretty wild times when sharing the house - parties, clubbing, fucking boyfriends and so on. Things that two attractive and single young women in their early/mid 20s would want to experience.
They were like sisters, and shared everything. So much so, if they were in the house alone (ie no boyfriends) they would be comfortable walking around naked in front of each other when going to, or coming out of, the shower. So they'd both seen each other naked, and each had admired the view, although nothing sexual had ever happened between them.
Although they were both straight, they did confide in me they had shared a few kisses in their time. I got to witness this in the early part of Helen and my relationship. We had all gone out for the evening (think it was New Years). John had gone off to get drinks leaving me with Helen and Claire. They had each had had a few drinks when they told me they had snogged (ie french kissed) on a few occasions. I jokingly said I'd love to see it, expecting a slap and told to stop being a pervert, when all of a sudden they looked at each other, wrapped their arms around one another and went for it for about 30 seconds. Man it was hot!!!! They stopped before John returned as he would have hated it.
Anyway Claire and John got married, and went on to have children. Helen and I also got married and didnt have kids. After our marriage, we lost touch for a number of years as life took over - you know work, chores and the like.
About 15 years after Helen had last seen Claire, out of the blue, Helen received a friend request from Claire on Facebook which she accepted. The pair of them were in contact again, which was great, and started calling each other to catch up. The calls were pretty much daily as they had 15 years of stuff to discuss. In one such call, Claire confided that she and John were struggling, and were close to breaking up. I think life had become monotonous and they were only staying together for the kids. Helen had told Claire about both our extra-marital activities but we were trying again.
As the calls were becoming more frequent, and had been going on for a few months, I suggested to Helen why didnt she invite Claire to stay. We had moved to London whereas Claire and John had settled in Manchester, UK. So after a few weeks of further discussions, Claire agreed to visit on her own, leaving John and the kids to fend for themselves. We were both looking to seeing Claire, and she duly arrived 2 weeks later.
Helen and Claire got about talking and generally catching up. Helen had a spring in her step as her best friend was now back in her life, and I was happy as she was happy. I went to the office each day, and the pair of them were "ladies that lunch" for the week Claire was up. It was a great week.
