Beth had been a good friend of ours ever since we had moved out to sunny Santa Monica two years earlier. My wife had met her at work when they were both receptionists at a mail order company. She and her husband Steve had often came over for dinner or met us for a movie. I had never cared for Steve as he was self-absorbed and bitter. The last time we had seen Beth was just before she filed for divorce and she had been pretty broken up.
"That was Beth," Sarah said as she hung up the phone. "She'll be here about six."
"How's she doing?" I asked.
"Pretty good, considering. I think she's on the mend." Sarah moved about the table laying out placemats and setting two candles in the middle. I watched as she moved nimbly around the room. She wore a long straight dress that she knew I liked. It hugged her body and extenuated her tall form and curves. My wife is tall, 5'8", with full C-cup breasts and large thick nipples that crinkle up like pursed lips when she's turned on. Just thinking about it had my cock twitching.
"What's the plan?" I asked, less because I was curious, than because it gave me something to do while I stared at her hungrily.
"Hum? Oh, just dinner I guess," she said, brushing back a long strand of dark hair and trapping it behind her ear. "Then I figured we'd have a drink and just talk a bit. I think Beth is lonely. Since she left Steve she hasn't really been out much. She'll probably need to open up a bit."
"Hmmm," I said, still watching her. The dress was a dark shade of blue, but very thin and I could see the cheeks of her ass lift and fall as she strode into the kitchen for dishes and glasses. Although she's tall and trim, she has a full ass set to match her large breasts. I like nothing better than to watch her cheeks lift and fall as she walks. I moved up to her; she was just lighting a match for the candles. I ran one hand lightly up her back and then reached around in front of her to cup her breast. She shivered under me. I found her nipple and gently pinched it. My cock stiffened slightly as I felt her nipple harden and the skin of her areola wrinkle in response. I could feel it easily through her thin bra.
"Tom! Stop it. Beth will be here in half an hour!"
"We've been quicker than that before," I laughed.
She smiled in return and expertly extracted herself from my embrace. "Now, go do something useful. Go out and bring in a load of wood for the fireplace. I think a fire might be nice after dinner." I grinned, but moved obediently toward the patio where we kept a stack of wood for the small fireplace in the living room.
I was sitting on the patio a little after six when I heard the doorbell and then Sarah's exclamation of delight as she opened the door. "Tom!" She called from the front door. "Beth's here. Come give her a hug!" I stubbed out the cigarette and moved back into the house. Sarah had just pulled Beth into the house and closed the door. "Steve doesn't know what he's lost," I thought as I took in the petite figure of my wife's best friend. Beth looked even better than I remembered. She's small, easily no more than 5'2", and looking even shorter beside my tall wife. But she had breasts even larger than my wife's and an ass that curved enticingly. Short, curly brown hair framed her face as she held out her arms toward me.
I grinned. Nothing would please me more than being squeezed against those luscious melons. I gave her a tight hug and then held her at arms length as I gave her an appraising look. She was wearing a tight spaghetti strap top and a knee-length skirt. "You look great!" I said, meaning it.
"I've been working out. Since Steve left, I can't stand to just sit at home all the time, but I haven't really felt like going out and being around people, you know. Working out gives me an excuse to get out of the house without really requiring me to talk to anybody." She looked at Sarah and me. "You guys look great too."
"Well," Sarah laughed, "it's not because we've been working out. At least," she winked at me, "not with weights. Come on. Dinner's ready."
Dinner was a nice affair. Sarah had prepared her specialty: spaghetti and meat sauce. It wasn't anything fancy, but no one complained. We had broken out a bottle of our better red wine, and by the end of dinner we had all had a couple of glasses. Then we retired to the living room.
The girls sat on the couch and gossiped about work. I set to lighting a fire and then got the bottle of wine and refilled our glasses. Then I sat down cross-legged in front of the fire and quietly sipped my wine.
The fire felt nice against my back and the wine was giving me a pleasant buzzing in my head. I watched the girls, only giving half an ear to what they were saying. As I sat there I found myself watching Beth and my wife. They were both beautiful women. I watched Beth's breasts rise and fall with each breath. I could see the dark outline of her nipples against the thin white top she wore. Unable to help myself, I began imagining them bare and heaving, shiny with sweat. I felt my groin tighten at the image and I blinked and took a quick sip of my wine.
While my wife wore a dress that reached down almost to her ankles, Beth's skirt was barely knee length and had risen even higher when she sat down. I found that if I leaned just a little to my left I could see between her golden thighs and catch a shiny glimpse of the white cotton panties covering her pubic mound.
"You know," said Sarah suddenly, awakening me from my stupor, "I'd really like some pot."
"Huh?" I said.
"Don't you still have some weed tucked away somewhere, honey?"
Sarah and I occasionally enjoyed a smoke before sex. We'd usually smoke a little while watching a sexy movie, before moving on to the main event. I still had a stash hidden in a trunk upstairs. "You sure?" I said, looking from Sarah to Beth. Beth nodded. She was slightly drunk. I could tell by the glazed look in her eyes.
Adjusting myself as unobtrusively as I could so my erection wouldn't be quite so obvious when I stood, I got up and headed up the stairs to our bedroom. I rolled us each a joint and head back to the living room. Sarah was refilling our glasses with the last of the wine as I handed out the small wrapped packages.
Beth took the lighter Sarah handed her and puffed to light the joint. Then Sarah lit up and handed the lighter to me. I settled myself back by the fire and took a deep inhalation, held it, and exhaled with a sigh. Pot has always had an almost sexual affect on me, and I could feel the heat in my groin after the first breath.
Beth let out a cloud of smoke in a cough that quickly turned into a fit of giggling, tears streaming down her face.
"Ah, it's been so long! Not since college." She laughed, pulling her knees up as she coughed again. As her knees came up I found I had a perfect view between her legs. I thought I could even see the dark crinkles of her pubic hair pressed against her white panties.
We sat and puffed contentedly for a few minutes. The girls started telling crude jokes and giggling uncontrollably. I loved it. Every time they laughed I could see their tits jiggle and nipples press against the cloth of their tops.
"God," said Beth, "Pot always makes me so horny." She giggled. "I can't believe I just said that! Do you know I haven't had a good fuck since I left Steven three months ago?"
"That long?" laughed Sarah. "Geez, Tom fucked me last night and already I'm feeling deprived!"
I blushed. Pot always had the effect of making Sarah completely uninhibited, but I never imagined she would act this way in front of someone else! Even worse I could feel my own hormones start to bubble and I couldn't keep my eyes off the girls' jiggling breasts and Beth's smooth legs.
"This is too much," said Beth. "I need some satisfaction!" I held my breath. This couldn't be happening.
"Let's watch a video," Beth said suddenly.
A video? I thought, disappointed. After all that she wants to watch a video?
My wife seemed just as surprised. "A video?"
"Yeah, a video. A sexy video. Come on, I know you guys have some."
"Oh," Sarah said, realization dawning on her face. "One of 'those' videos."
"Yeah," said Beth, taking another deep drag on her joint. "Come on, it'll be fun."
Sarah looked at me. I shrugged. Sounded good to me. "I'll make us a couple more smokes. You pick a movie."
Sarah and Beth got up and went to the closet to pull out the box where we hid "those" videos. I headed back upstairs to roll a couple more joints. My dick was rock hard. I had no idea what was going on, but I wasn't about to stop and think about it. I had never seen my wife so daring. Even in front of me she had always been rather conservative. And now, in front of someone else! Grabbing up the three new joints I raced back to join the girls.
They were both lounging on the couch. On the television screen a scene was playing out already. They hadn't wasted any time. They had picked one of the new DVD's we'd recently ordered and had chosen one of my favorite scenes. On the screen a man lounged on a couch as two beautiful girls peeled down his briefs, slowly licking up the insides of his thighs. Soon they had his underwear around his ankles. One of the girls, a brunette with small, pert breasts, took hold of his large cock in her hand. She slowly stroked it with one hand. Her other hand fondled his balls while the man breathed heavily through his mouth with a look of ecstasy on his face.
"Look at his cock," Beth said huskily. "It's huge."
"Yeah," said my wife, her eyes glued to the screen.