I met Melissa the same day that I met my wife. They were best friends who met in college and spent all of their time together. Since they were both from Colombia and met at college in the US, they had a tight bond. Throughout the years, we became good friends, and I found myself inexplicably attracted to her. Her natural flirtatious attitude was irresistible not only to me but also to every man that knew her. I had fantasized about Melissa for years, and I had been in many situations where I was tempted to make a move on her. She even gave signs that she would be willing. However, we were both loyal to my wife and didn't want to betray her. This story recounts an actual event that happened in our lives. I guess when you put people in awkward situations often enough, they are bound to give in.
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My wife, Vanessa, had been an amateur model for a couple years, and I enjoyed going with her to photo shoots. It turned me on to know that people were attracted to her and probably pleasuring themselves thinking about her after the photo shoot. Every now and then she would get an offer from a photographer to travel to another city for a shoot. I would often go along with her for security and for the free vacation.
Needless to say I was excited to find out that Vanessa had talked our friend Melissa into going to D.C. with us for the photo shoot. Although I had known Melissa for a long time, and had been in some pretty awkward situations with her, I had never seen her in lingerie posing for the camera. Awkward situations: I guess by this I mean that there were times that a certain sexual tension existed between us. She exuded a natural sexual essence in the way she looked at me, the way she moved around me, and the way she talked to me. Over the years she had talked to me about her boyfriends, the good ones and the bad ones. Lately she had been desperate without a boyfriend. She had hooked up with a couple guys just for sex, but hadn't been really satisfied for a long time. She said that there was a difference between getting off once with a guy and being thoroughly satisfied day after day by that guy. She missed the latter. She was a couple years younger than my wife, 23, and she hadn't had that many partners. So I guess she was still trying to figure out what she liked. I had never cheated on my wife, but I thought about it a lot with Melissa.
Who could blame me? She had the perfect features. Her heritage gave her skin a natural olive glow all year. She had full, pouty lips and big, green eyes framed by long, flowing black hair. It was easy to be seduced by a glance or a casual moistening of her lips. Her long, thin legs brought your gaze up to a very soft, round ass. It was not the kind of ass that a big girl would have. It was shaped like an upside down heart; her hips were narrow, but her butt stuck out in the back if you looked at her from the side. This is where her Colombian roots were very apparent. Many would say this is her most enticing feature, but if you can continue to move your gaze up past her thin, tone waist you would come to her perfectly shaped, inexplicably soft and round natural breasts that she showed off with pride. A full D cup that she tauntingly shoved into a C cup just so they would explode out of the top. She has said that her tits are her best attribute, and she confidently dressed to showcase this asset. I often imaged softly caressing her tits and squeezing them together.
My wife didn't help my infatuation with Melissa in the least. She and Melissa would often ask me what I thought about their outfits before they would go out. This, of course, meant to me to check her out and stare at her assets. She would ask me if I thought Melissa was pretty, and she would talk to me about the sexual exploits that Melissa would tell her about in detail. All this really did for me was make me imagine Melissa fucking in all sorts of positions. After these conversations I usually had to relieve myself by nailing Vanessa against the wall with my cock. I think this may be one of the reasons she kept talking to me about these topics.
I also suspected that Vanessa and Melissa had messed around. It was no secret that they were attracted to each other. They kissed each other playfully and passed it off as a joke, but they seemed really into each other. I just wanted to make sure that if they did decide to have sex that I would be there to enjoy it.
When we picked up Melissa at her apartment she was running late, as usual. I flopped on the couch while Vanessa went back to the bedroom to hurry her up. When they came into the living room they were both wearing mini skirts and tight tops. "Well, that was worth the wait. You guys look great!." They smiled and said they were ready.
On the way out the door Vanessa grabbed my ass and said, "You look pretty good yourself, little boy." I gave her a quick peck and a smile as we headed off to the airport.
Of course the airport was a pain in the ass, but when we finally got seated on the plane we decided to get some rest since we expected the evening to be a late one with clubs and partying. With Melissa at the window, Vanessa in the middle, and me on the aisle, we grabbed a blanket, and I closed my eyes for the flight to come.
I awoke sometime after we were already in the air because I felt my jeans unzipping. I shook with a start, but then realized Vanessa was reaching in and pulling out my raging hard on. With the blanket covering all three of us, and the noise from the jet engine I thought this could probably go somewhere pretty nice. Vanessa moved her head to my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "Meli is rubbing my pussy, and I am going crazy!" I didn't want to let Melissa know that I knew, so I was careful not to move my head as Vanessa's grip on my cock tightened. I could feel the precum on the tip of my dick lubricating her hand as she slowly stroked by engorged member. She was beginning to breathe audibly enough for me to hear her nearing climax under Melissa's expert digits. Finally, Vanessa came. A soft moan escaped her lips as she took a death grip on my cock. I was afraid she was going to break it. She soon relaxed and appeared to drift off to sleep, releasing the grip on my shaft. I stealthily stuffed by giant member back in my pants and zipped up.
Did Melissa know that I knew about her and my wife? I couldn't help stealing a glance in her direction. I acted as if I was just waking up and glanced over. Both Vanessa and Melissa's eyes were closed. My eyes settled on Melissa's deep cleavage that was falling out of the top of her tight black shirt where the blanket had fallen to her waist. No doubt the blanket had been shaken down from the vibrations of her arm while she shoved her fingers in and out of my wife's pussy. The tops of her breasts were totally exposed and a portion of her black lace bra also escaped the low V cut top. I pushed the palm of my hand down on the throbbing head of my dick and felt a shudder of pleasure run through my body. I have lusted after those gorgeous tits for years now. I imagined what it would feel like if Melissa would squeeze her tits together as I pushed my cock between them. I wondered if she would beg for me to cum on her tits while I rammed my cock between her incredible tits. My cock was screaming and my balls were aching. I needed to cum. I thought about jacking myself off right here on the plane, but I was afraid someone would see the blanket moving. I moved my eyes over Melissa's tits and admired the curve of her neck and the softness of her lips. As my gaze continued up I met her gorgeous green eyes staring back at me. A shock of surprise ran through me. How long did she have her eyes open? Did she see me lusting over her tits? It wouldn't have been the first time, but it was still embarrassing. She just smiled and then moved the blanket back up to her neck, which I took as a sign that she did see me checking her out. However, when she brought the blanket up her hand continued up to her mouth, and as she closed her eyes she rubbed her finger across the tip of her tongue that barely stuck out of her lips. She was tasting Vanessa's juices that were on her finger! That was a pretty obvious gesture to me! Again I asked myself, does she know that I know? This game was driving me crazy. I spent the rest of the flight with a raging hard on and thoughts of naked ecstasy in my head.
By the time we landed, I was ready to get off the plane. Vanessa and Melissa were awake, chatting and giggling. When we stood up I popped out in the aisle to stop the traffic so that the girls could go in front of me. Vanessa slipped by, but when Melissa moved in front of me I moved forward and allowed by still throbbing cock to gently touch her ass through my jeans. She didn't flinch or try to move forward. The line ahead moved and so did she. I felt that shoving my cock against her ass without her moving away was a pretty good sign, so when we stopped again just before the door I did it again. This time she turned her head slightly to the side. I quickly raised my hand to lightly run some fingers through her hair. I leaned forward and drew in a breath. "Your hair sure does smell good, Meli." Leaning forward had given me an excuse to push my cock against her ass a little more.
"Thank you. You sure are being sweet," she replied and smiled. The line in front of her began to move again. She paused for a quarter of a second to push her ass back against my cock ever so slightly before she began walking. A bolt of pleasure shot through my cock and into my stomach. Now I felt that I had a positive "go" sign from her. I became very excited as we walked through the airport. Thoughts of fucking Melissa and Vanessa were racing through my head at a furious pace. I kept my hands on Vanessa, holding her hand, putting my arm around her shoulders, and touching her ass now and then. I wanted to make sure that she was nice and warmed up for later in the evening.