Friends Helping Friends

Jennifer and Bob are the best friends we have. They were the first to come greet us when we moved in, and have grown to be, by a long shot, the closest friends we have in this town. It was difficult picking up and moving this late in my career, but the promotion was supposed to be more than worth it. If it hadn't been for the friendship of Jen and Bob, and their circle of friends that eagerly included us, it would have been a much more difficult transition. We're older than Jen and Bob by almost a decade, but that doesn't seem to matter to them. We're even older than that compared to most of the rest of the circle of friends we've been included in, as much as a full quarter century older than Ellie and Ronald's thirty years.

Bob and I hit the gym together twice a week, just to keep me in shape, as he puts it. Secretly, I think he likes to outdo me in reps and weight, just to help him think that he's still in decent shape. Both of us can be easily outdone by Ron; but, at my age, I can accept that a guy almost half my age can out run, out lift and out endure me.

As I was saying, Jen and Bob are our closest friends. We frequently do things together, dinners over at each other's house, host parties for our group of friends. We take them, and some of the others, out on our boat or to the lake for a relaxing weekend. We'd even taken Jen and Bob camping, introducing them to the joys of unplugging and getting away from tech for a weekend. So, it wasn't a big surprise when they invited my wife, Mandy, and me, over for dinner on a Friday evening.

In our fifteen years of friendship, we've had an open door policy. If the door is unlocked, it's okay top walk in. This had occasionally caused some awkward situations, over the years. I've gotten a few brief glimpses of various parts of Jen naked, or nearly naked, as she has of me. Though none of those were nearly as complete as one day, a month or so ago, when I accidentally walked in while she and Bob were on the sofa having sex. I got a complete, unobstructed view of Jen from the stomach up, as she bounced on her laying husband's lap. I just slipped back out, not even sure if she knew I had seen them. Today, though, didn't appear to be one of those accidental days, as she responded from the kitchen. "In here!" We walked into the kitchen and were both greeted with an enthusiastic hugs from her. "Bob is out back grilling."

"Ok. I'll go out there."

"Better take a couple of these." She added, handing me two bottles of beer out of the fridge. I took them from her and walked out the back patio door to where Bob was standing by the grill. "Hey Bob, how's it going?"

"Well, the meat will be done in about fifteen minutes." He answered, seeming a bit nervous, the way he was tapping the tongs on the grill.

"Everything alright?"

"Um. Yeah, sure. You?"

"Fine. Busy day, but most Fridays are."

"So, um, Jen hasn't talked to you yet?"

"No, she said hi. That's about it."

"Oh, okay."

"Was she supposed to?"

"Um. Well, Uh, yeah."

"Maybe after dinner?"

"No, before."

"Hon? Would you come in for a minute?" My wife asked from the door, interrupting our conversation.

"Sure." I answered, intrigued now about what was going on. My wife led me through the now empty kitchen, to the living room. I saw Jen get up from the sofa and stand waiting for us, now looking every bit as nervous as her husband had been. We sat down on the sofa and she took a seat across the coffee table from us in an overstuffed chair that she had pulled around.

"Okay. Here we are. What's going on?" My wife asked her friend.

Jen sat on the edge of the seat, leaning toward us, almost as if she was ready to run away, at the spur of the moment. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Well, this is really awkward and embarrassing. But we need your help."

"You know we'll always help any way we can, that's what friends are for."

"I know, but this is really asking a lot." She said as she clasped and unclasped her hands nervously.

"Well, ask; and we'll see what we can do to help."

Jen took another deep breath and let it out as slowly as the last, clearly trying to muster up the courage to broach whatever it was. "So, Bob and I have been having some issues."

I immediately had a bad feeling. Issues was married people code for marital discord.

"Money?" I asked quietly.

"Oh, um, no." She answered.

"Relationship issues." My wife said, matter of factly.

"Well, yes. Sort of."

"Have you two been to see a counselor?"

"Actually, we have. Which is why I need your help."

"Our help? How can we help?"

"The counselor has been having us do various exercises and such, trying to drive down to the root of the problem, but haven't been able to solve it yet. So, she gave us a new exercise, one that requires some really good friends to help with."

"Okay. We'll do what we can. What exactly is the issue you're trying to solve?" My wife asked, clearly feeling as confused as I was.

"It's a, um, uh, sexual issue."

"You're having sex problems? And you need our help?" My wife asked even more confused.

"Yeah. We've been seeing a counselor because, well, Bob can get it up but can't keep it up. We've been to the doctors and it's not medical. It's psychological."

"Okay," my wife prompted questioningly. "And you need our help how?"

"We've done everything we can alone and it hasn't worked. The counselor gave us this visual test, with something like a lie detector. She showed us all kinds of sexual situations on VR goggles and measured our response. Now she wants us to engage in this game with another couple to see if, well, if she has the right hook, as she calls it."

"Game? Jen, you aren't asking us to do...you know...couple swapping or anything like that? Are you?"

"OH! Lord no! It will be all with just our own spouses, but, well, the game, we kinda play the game at the same time, together."

"You mean we have sex at the same time, together, in front of each other?"

"Well, maybe, sorta. Okay, she said if everything went the way she expected, we'd have sex in front of each other." She said quickly, spitting the words out almost as fast as she could. "But you don't have to. I mean, if it's too big of an ask, well, we'll just have dinner and not ever talk about it again, okay?"

"Why us?" I asked, quietly.

"Well, you're our best friends. I know I can trust you to be discreet, and not tell the world about our problem, and well, to be honest, you're the only guy, besides a doctor, or my husband, that I've ever been naked in front of."

"What!?" My wife snapped.

"OH! It wasn't like that Mandy. Jack came over a few weeks ago to see Bob, and well, we were kinda doing it on the sofa. He just slipped back out. I'm not sure who was more embarrassed, him or me. But; he saw me from about here up." She said, holding her hand just below her boobs. "I figure if he could keep that a secret, well, maybe you guys would help us out."

"Just exactly what do we have to do?"

"Actually, I only know the first step. After that, well, it's all in sealed envelopes that we open, based on how things are going."

"Okay, so what's the first step?"

"During dinner we all take our clothes off."

"We take our clothes off?" My wife asked quickly. "In front of each other?"

"Not all at once. Every three minutes we stand up for one minute and take off one thing. It's supposed to get us comfortable, seeing each other without clothes on." She said softly, and then even softer, "It's also supposed to be an erotic stimulation for Bob."

"To what, look at me naked?"

"Oh, no. It's not that. It's supposed to be about me and him, and well, you two of course. I'm sure he'll be looking at you and I'll be looking at Jack, but that isn't the important part. The important part is how Bob feels, undressing with you guys. Or in front of you guys."

"And once we're naked? Then what?"

"Actually, I don't know. We'd have to open the next envelope. But she promised it wouldn't ask us to have sex with each other's spouse or anything like that."

"You're right. It's a huge ask." My wife said. She shook her head slowly. "I've never done anything like this at all. I mean, never. I'm like you. Other than Jack, there aren't a dozen men in the world that have seen me naked, and most of those were before Jack and I met."

"For Bob and me it's even worse. Bob and I were high school sweethearts. Other than my doctors, and a glance or two, Jack has gotten, I haven't ever been naked in front of another man. Even my gynecologist is a woman."

"But you're willing to strip down in front of my husband, to what, see if it turns Bob on?"

"That's about it. I'm sorry. I know this is a lot to ask, and I probably shouldn't have. I'll tell him the answer is no. I'm not sure I would agree to it either, if roles were reversed." She said, as she got up.

"Wait. Jen, wait." Mandy whispered. "I didn't say no. I just need a few moments to process this. It's just getting naked, right? Not like groping each other or having an orgy or anything like that?"

"The only part I know about is the getting naked. But the counselor said that we wouldn't be having any sex with anyone, but our own spouse."

"Okay." My wife whispered.

"Did you say okay?"

"Yes, I said okay. You're my best friend. You're always there for me, how can I say no to you, when you need help?" I watched Jen sit back down slowly, looking almost disbelievingly at my wife. "So, what do we do now?"

"Well, I guess we eat dinner." She whispered.

"Meat is ready." I heard Bob call from the back door.

"Yeah," Jen said, quietly, before louder. "Yeah. We're ready." She stood up, almost as it was all just sinking in that we were going to do this. She walked to the kitchen and started setting the final items on the table. "I guess it's time." She called, after a few minutes.

"You sure about this?" I asked my wife, as she stood up and took my hand.

"Oh, hell no! But, I'm gonna do it anyway." She whispered, before pasting a smile on her face. I walked with her to the table, and we sat down, all four of us on opposing sides of the table, with me sitting across from Jen and Mandy across from Bob.

Jen started a little timer on the table and we began to dish the food out. As usual, it was going to be a good dinner, grilled ribs, home made potato salad, sautéed asparagus, some fresh vegetables and dip. Nothing overly fancy, but then, that didn't matter all that much, when the timer went off the first time.

"So, I'm supposed to read this." Jen said, picking up a yellow envelope and opening it. "As you dine, every three minutes take one minute to stand up and take one item of clothing off. Stand for the entire minute. Once all your clothing is removed, you must remain standing and allow each other to see whatever they wish. Once the main course is finished open the next envelope."

"Every three minutes?" Mandy whispered.

"And this is the first. I'll set the timer to one minute and then we can start." Jen said, reaching for the little timer. She set it for one minute and then stood up, waiting for the rest of us to do the same. Only then did she start the timer. The first round was easy. We all took off our shoes, and then stood awkwardly until the timer beeped. We sat back down and began to eat again, Jen setting the timer again. At the end of three minutes we again stood, Bob and I removed our socks, my wife didn't have socks to take off and removed her blouse, exposing her white lacy bra containing her thirty-six D breasts. I was a little surprised to see her nipples hard inside her bra. I looked over at Jen as she slipped her dress off, letting it slide down her arms and body until I pooled on the floor around her feet. She stood in a black, see through body suit. I could easily see her firm, round breasts through the sheer black material, her light pinkish areola, puckered around two large protruding nipples. The black sheer material revealed a sheer black panty covering what looked like, a completely shaved pussy and mound. She also had on a black garter belt, holding up a pair of silk stockings. I couldn't help but feel my cock begin to harden in my pants, at the sight. She had clearly planned on making this as titillating for Bob as she could.

When the next three minutes came, I was torn between watching my wife slip her skirt off, knowing she had on a pair of mostly sheer panties that would show off her patch of brown curls and much more, and Jen, who was rolling the sheer stockings down her legs. I almost failed to remember to take my shirt off before the minute was up.

I knew the next three minutes would be a tough one for my wife. She was going to have to decide to take off either panties or bra, both exposing parts of her to Bob, that she had never shown off to anyone. I glanced at Bob and could tell he was spending much more time looking at my wife's breasts through the lace bra, than he was looking at his own very exposed wife.

We stood again, this time I slipped off my slacks, leaving me in nothing but my boxers, my dick bulging the front. My wife slipped her bra off slowly, I wasn't sure if it was nervousness or her looking at the bulge in Bob's briefs as he stepped out of his pants, his eyes locked, more on my wife's breasts, that his own wife's now completely naked breasts. I looked up at Jen's eyes and saw her looking at me, or more correctly, my crotch. The one-minute timer had long since started to beep before she reached to turn it off and sit down.

Dinner was only half way done, as we stood and each removed the last of our clothes, leaving us all standing, looking at each other's naked bodies. My dick jutted out, rock hard, all eight plus inches, pointing straight at Jen. Bob's hardon was full and thick, not as long as mine, but every bit as hard as he looked at my wife's body, from her slightly sagging D cup breasts, to the tiny patch of brown curls on her mound. I was sure from where he stood, that he could easily see between the gap of her thighs, and the amount of inner labia now visibly, protruding down.

Six more times we stood, staring at each other each time. For guys, it's easy to tell when they're turned on, even dressed. For women, it's a bit harder, but naked, there are telltale signs. Both women had surprisingly hard nipples and puckered areola. Jen's completely shaved outer lips, were swollen around the tiny bit of inner lips that pushed out between them. I could see Jen's eyes staring at my cock as it bobbed gently with my pounding heart. As we stood there the final time, I couldn't help but see her bite her lower lip, as her body trembled slightly, and a trickle of moisture run down her left leg. I glanced over at my wife, who, surprisingly, was looking at Jen, rather than Bob, her face flushed pink.

The timer had been going off for some seconds, as Jen stood. clenching the edge of the table, as she climaxed! I wasn't even sure that Bob saw her do so, his attention was so focused on Mandy. Finally, she let go of the table and reached for the timer, her hands shaking slightly. She turned the timer off and reached for the next yellow envelope, that was laying on the table. She tore it open and then read the hand written note that it contained. "With the main course over, it's time for dessert, but with a twist. Each wife should sit on her husband's lap, facing him, with her genitals pressed to his. She is to feed both her husband and herself dessert. While she is doing so, he is to use his hands only, to touch and tease his wife. The goal is to give her an orgasm before they finish dessert."

"Well, that kind of all sounds like dessert to me," Mandy said. "Right about now, I wouldn't mind a nice climax!"

"You sure we can't swap wives here?" Bob asked quickly, getting a scowl from his wife.

"That's not what this is about and you know it. God Bob, I don't believe you sometimes."

"What? She's damn sexy!"

"And what am I, chopped liver?"

"Well, you're sexy. But I see you naked every day. I've never seen her naked before."

"She isn't a stripper for you to ogle. She's your friend's wife! Have a little respect."

He frowned before he looked over at me. "Sorry Jack. I know I shouldn't be thinking that."

"It's tough. I kinda think the same about Jen. She's pretty hot looking."

"You think?" He asked.

"Definitely. I've probably been staring at her a lot more than I should be, but yeah, she's damn hot. You're pretty lucky dude."

"So, dessert?" My wife prompted.

"Oh. Yeah. Let me get it." Jen said quickly. She headed to the kitchen, her boobs bouncing sexily with each step. She came back a few moments later with two bowls with spoons sticking out of them. I moved my chair away from the table and sat down while Mandy took her bowl from Jen. She straddled the chair and me, and sat down, her very wet pussy pressed against my raging hardon.

"So, make me come, sexy." She whispered, before spooning a small scoop of blueberry cobbler and ice cream into my mouth. I let my fingers start to stroke up and down her sides, the tips of my fingers dimpling her soft skin. She ate a bite, while I let my hands wrap around her back, my strokes working up and down her back. I loved touching my wife, stroking her and teasing her, and she knew that it wouldn't take long for me to work my way around to her erect and sensitive nipples. I'd love to suck on them.

I ate another bite, taking my time with it, as my fingers worked around to her stomach. I stroked up and down, each stroke up her stomach reaching further toward her soft breasts until the tips of my fingers were stroking the undersides.

I heard Jen moan softly, Bob, apparently working on her already excited body. I started to circle my wife's nipples with the tips of two fingers, bending her nipples over as I pressed my finger against her puckered areola. I'd seen her nipples this way a few times in the past, and each time, she was very, very excited. I felt her hips start to rock, grinding her pussy against my rock-hard dick, until her lips had spread around me and her hard clit began to grind against me. She stopped feeding us dessert and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, letting the sensations, of my fingers and hardon, push her growing orgasm closer to climax.

"Oh fuck!" She whispered, as she rocked harder, grinding herself forcefully against my shaft. I knew what she wanted, but the rules said fingers only. No matter, it wouldn't take much longer. Her wet pussy ground against me, rubbing against my engorged head, as she stroked herself harder and further along my shaft as her orgasm grew. "Oh shit, here it comes!" She moaned softly, as her legs started to tremble slightly. She continued to grind against me as the shaking grew stronger. I so wanted to just stand up and lay her on the table and fuck her. She had me so damn close to my own climax, but I knew I wouldn't get there before hers took her. "OHHHHHH FUCK!" she squealed loudly, as she stiffened on my lap, little shudders running up and down her body, as her pussy leaked her juices onto my lap, in a long, deep orgasm.

She leaned against me, her soft tits pressed to my chest, as she panted for breath. "Oh fuck, that felt good. Not as good as if you were in me though, but still pretty damn good."

"Glad you enjoyed it. I know I did, but damn, am I ready now!"

She looked over at Jen, as she let out a soft gasp followed by a low deep groan. "Well, it looks to me like we won't have to wait long to get to that part. At least, I expect that to be the next part."

"If it's not, we might have to change it, because I'm so hard right now, you can't believe it."

"Oh yeah, I can." She giggled.

"You seem to be actually enjoying this." I whispered.

She grinned. "And you're not?"

"Oh, I am. I've really enjoyed seeing both you and Jen naked." I whispered back.