My wife had had a girl's night out with her 2 friends at one of their houses. As usual, we had arranged that, when she wished to leave, she would call me and I would then pick her up. The usual scenario was we would drop her friend off at home on the way. She was a bit later than planned, only texting me in the early hours and I'd already undressed and showered for the night. I hadn't dressed elaborately, donning a pair of pajama pants and a T-Shirt before I left to pick her up.
I rolled up outside the friend's house, not planning on getting out of the car, rather, only to wait outside for her and her friend to come out to me.
I waited.
I continued to wait.
The lateness of the hour precluded me beeping the horn but there didn't seem to be much movement in the house. She must have seen me arrive as the house owner rarely closed her curtains.
I shrugged, got out and went to the door. Maybe they were having a nightcap in the kitchen. Friend 1, let's call her Jane, opened the front door and let me in. She'd paused a moment as I entered but I'd known Jane a while so thought nothing of it. However, friend 2, let's call her Jenny, did the same little double take.
Did I have tomato sauce down my front or something?
My wife was sat in the corner of the settee, Jenny in an armchair near the door and Jane came back and sat on the settee near my wife. All three of them looked slightly glassy eyed.
Then they all just looked.
"What?" I asked.
"Have you nothing on under those PJ's?" my wife asked.
I blushed a bit. I liked Jane and Jenny but I'd never considered them sexually, even though both were attractive. Jenny was larger, fuller of breast with an open, friendly face. Jane's breasts were smaller, but perter.
"No, I hadn't planned on coming in. I thought you were coming out to me." I replied.
"He looks OK," Jenny said.
Jane turned to my wife, "Are you a lucky girl?"
It took me a moment to register what they were talking about. I'd never really paid much attention to how much the PJ pants I had chosen to wear showed off the shape of my cock. Why would I? I use them for slobbing around the house!
"He's OK, I guess," my wife replied, sipping at whatever drink she had in her hand.
I didn't really know what to do here. My wife is beautiful and although I'd had the odd fantasy about a threesome -- which man hasn't? -- I'd never suggested it or even thought about it seriously. I was a tad uncomfortable.
Like pack animals, they could sense my discomfort which, of course, made them want blood!
"Let's see it, then!" said Jenny
I looked at my wife. Oddly, she didn't seem put off by the suggestion.
"Ooh, can we?" asked Jane
Again, all eyes turned to my wife who, again, simply shrugged. What the hell had she been drinking?
"Should we not be going?" I asked.
"What's the rush?" my wife asked, innocently.