Matthew rubbed his eyes, not believing the incredable information that had just been told to him. His wife, a tall and curvacious woman, had invited another woman into their bed. He stood there like a fool, his mouth gapping open, trying to absorb the information that had just been given to him.
"Matt, did you hear me? I said that my friend from Chicago is down and wants to join us for a threesome. Is that okay?" Matt's wife was staring at him, waiting for him to answer. Her hands were on her hips and a smile played across his plump lips. Her eyes danced with mischief as she continued to stare at him. Finally, Matt broke himself away from his trance and smiled.
"What do you think I am going to say?" His wife smiled and giggled, letting her large breasts bounce slightly at the movement. "Heather, this isn't funny."
"Your reaction was. And besides, you know that I agreed a long time ago that I would as long as we set some rules. One was that the other girl had to be someone that we wouldn't see all the time because that would be weird. Second, your not to fuck her." Heather moved closer and pressed her body against her husbands. "I see your already excited."
"Well, you tell any man what you told me and see if he doesn't get hard." Heather pressed her lips lightly against his. "And yes, I know the rules. I just thought it would never happen."
"Well, happy anniversary baby." Heather turned at the knock on the door. She broke her intimate embrace with her husband and went to the door. As she opened the door, Matt took in the sight of a very sexy woman. Her body was lean with a good sized breast, and her hair was long like his wife's, but instead of brunette, she was blonde. She had the same wicked gleam in her eye as his wife though, and when they turned around, Matt thought that he would explode.
Heather invited the other woman in and made introductions to Matt, telling him about her friend Casey. They talked and had a couple glasses of wine before Heather turned to Matt and smiled.
"Me and Casey are ready for bed." Matt's breath caught in his throat as he watched his wife begin undressing her friend.
Heather slowly pulled the shirt up over Casey's breasts and head, throwing it to the floor. Casey was wearing a black bra, her nipples poking through the fabric. In turn, Casey drew the shirt off of Heather and she as well was wearing a black bra. They came together, almost hugging and they each unclasped the others bra, bringing it down their arms and dropping in Matt's lap.