Sure, sure, sure. It had all seemed like innocent playful talk. My wife and her best friend teased and talked like they would have sex together, to enjoy themselves physically and torture me by making me watch. Imagine my surprise when her friend told me that my wife had bore her breasts for her and she got moist just from fondling her nakedness. My mind was on that for days.
I confronted my wife and she told me "oh yeah, she got two big hand fulls". Talk about torture, what were these two women doing? Were they teasing? Was this a big hoax just to watch me squirm?
I thought so...at least until last weekend.
Her friend didn't have to work that evening so she came out with us to have a couple of drinks and goof off. Immediately her friend came and sat in my lap. A grin crossed my wife's face as her friend put my hands inside her thighs. Conversation carried on as normal and the grin soon widened into a smile. It took every bone in my body and football stat in my head not to pop the worlds largest erection as she shifted now and again to adjust herself. What seemed like an hour must have only been moments before the two of them headed to the bar to get some drinks.
All the while, my buddy was drooling and looking in disbelief. "Dude, what was that all about?" I told him I didn't know but I might soon be the happiest man in the world. Could this be my chance at every mans fantasy? Had they really felt of each other? Kissed? Who knows yet how much was real and how much was make believe.
Afraid of walking around the bar with an uncontrollable hard on, my buddy and I went to shoot pool and to let my mind focus on something besides the possibility of their breasts rubbing together while I was forced to watch.
After sucking down a couple of drinks, the girls said they were off to look for her boyfriend. He had already called a couple of times to check on her and she was getting kinda put out by the entire "ownership" attitude.
When the cell phone rang in my pocket thirty minutes later, I about came out of my pants. There was my wife's voice on the other end telling me that they were at the titty bar and we were to meet them ASAP. That was all I needed to ease the tension, more naked women dancing around while I envisioned my wife buried between the naked thighs of her best friend.
As we arrived, I was greeted at the door by some guys I used to bounce with. Smiles aplenty did they have as they took our hard earned cash. Breasts abounded, and asses were aplenty. I had only been in strip club a time or two before but this one was different. Classier, prettier and better looking women than I had seen before. We made our way to the table and immediately my wife's friend straddled my legs and began to slowly rock back and forth on my soon to be throbbing cock. My wife pretended to look the other way but I could see her looking peripherally and the muscles on her face contorting as she tried to hold back the grin.
The only thing that got her off my lap was a beautifully molded woman who I am sure has seen time in the fancy girl magazines. She was tipped nicely and my wife's friend returned to her seat and flopped down with a huge sigh saying "what I would do to get a hold of those beauties". My wife giggled but never took her eyes off the dancer who now swayed and moved only to their eyes. Before long my wife was asking waitresses to take off their clothes and get on stage. Who was this woman? I know she had been drinking but this was a side I had never seen.
Time and again I looked over and noticed my wife holding hands with her friend. Then a slight rubbing of arms, deeper looks, and eventually as I was looking at my wife's breasts, her friend began to caress them and then licked her lips lovingly when our eyes finally met. "It must have been the alcohol and surely it would go no further"...at least that was what I thought.
We went back to our house, put my buddy to bed and then I headed to do the same. There was absolutely no way I could sit and watch those two beauties acting silly and stay sane. As I was heading to the bedroom, my wife called me.
"Get in here and sit down."
Oh well, I grabbed a glass of wine and sat down expecting some type of conversation and teasing. I almost dropped my glass as I saw my wife's shirt half open and her friends hand massaging her tit. What the hell was this? I almost left the house but found my feet to be coated in concrete and my gaze locked onto what surely was the most torturous of dreams.
My wife and friend giggled and teased for awhile while I got up and down restlessly trying to pass off the fact that my heart was racing at well over 200 beats a minute. When I came back I was pelted in the face by a little ball that we keep near the couch, to throw at the t.v. when I was frustrated at a sporting event. Then another. Her friend was throwing stuff at me while they sipped their Southern Comfort and Peach Schnapps.
"Here, try and land it in our bras. Whoever has it stick in their boobs, you can have them."
Oh the dilemma, two matching sets of breasts and a wife willing to take the chance that I could be locked onto her friends nipple within seconds.
I looked at my wife and she said, "go ahead, see what you get".
I would rather have been Jordan trying to tie the final game of a seven set series for the world championship with one second on the clock. Ball after ball bounced off their wonderfully soft mounds as they giggled and sipped. Finally, her friend grabbed a ball out of the air and put it in my wife's bra.
"Yeah, there you go now come and get it."