Karen and I have been happily married for nearly 14 years. Our sex life is fine, but uneventful. We seem to find time to make love once or twice a month, always satisfying, but generally the same routine. I often half-joke with her about ways to spice things up between us, like tying each other up, or anal sex, or a threesome, but I knew that those were far too exotic for her, and maybe, after 14 years of marriage, for me too.
Anne had been a good friend of ours for several years. We all worked together and often socialized, just the three of us. She had been divorced long before we knew her and had had only the occasional boyfriend, none of them lasting for long. She and Karen are close, so close that though Karen usually tells me everything, she generally doesn't let me in on the secrets of their intimate girl-to-girl conversations. On a few occasions Karen had said Anne often was lonely without a regular man in her life. When I suggested that it was nothing a little sex wouldn't cure, I'd get that disgusted "is that all you think about" look.
One night the three of us headed out for dinner and a couple of drinks. The dinner conversation was quieter than usual, giving me a sense that something was up. Maybe Anne was having more guy troubles or something. I had no clue, but both girls seemed less talkative than normal. At one point upon returning from the restroom I saw them both hunched over the table speaking in whispers, but they moved apart and fell silent again as soon as I sat down. Girls-only business, I figured.
We retreated back to our place after dinner, the girls settling on the sofa while I mixed up a round of Irish coffees. Karen snuck up behind me while I mixed the drinks, wrapped her arms around me and told me that she loved me. This was a bit strange since I didn't know her for spontaneous outpourings of affection. She further surprised me by sticking her hand inside my front pocket and squeezing my cock. I wasn’t sure what brought this on, but figuring that the drinks had gotten to her, I anticipated a good lovemaking session as soon as Anne went home.
I returned with the drinks and grabbed a seat at the opposite end of the couch from Anne. My wife sat down next to me, as close as she used to sit when we first starting dating. Again a bit surprised by her romanticism, I put my arm around her shoulders. She took my hand and placed it between her soft, small breasts. As much as I wanted to grab her little tits then and there, I held back considering we had company seated just a couple feet away.
We sat sipping our coffees in near total silence for a couple minutes until Karen turned and asked me if I'd be interested in doing Anne a favor. Not anticipating anything special, I said sure, anything. Karen looked at me and smiled an embarrassed kind of smile. Anne nervously watched the conversation unravel between Karen and I from the far end of the sofa. Karen reached down and placed her hand over my crotch, giving it a little squeeze.
She said she and Anne had been talking a while back, and she had let slip that I was pretty good at satisfying a woman orally. I was amazed that these words were actually coming out of my sexually shy wife and that she would have told someone else about my bedroom skills. She softly stroked my hardening dick through my jeans, explaining that it had been a long time between men for Anne, and that she wasn't sure when or if her next boyfriend would appear. She asked if I'd be willing to share my special talents with our good friend. It was hard to know what to say, but what else could I say. I asked Karen if she was OK with this. She replied that she wouldn't have asked me if it wasn't. "What do we do now," I asked. Karen told me to just wait on the couch and they'd be let me know what's next.
The two of them disappeared into the bedroom as my dick hardened inside my jeans. I wasn't sure what was expected of me tonight so I played it cool and kept my boys under wraps, for now. I had fantasized about Anne on occasion. She was as tall as my wife, about 5’9”, with long dark blonde hair reaching all the way down her back. She was outdoorsy as we were, with an athletic build toned by lots of hiking, smallish tits and a tight strong ass. My cock was having trouble sitting still waiting to see what lay in store behind the bedroom door. After a long 5 minutes my wife called me in.
It was a site most men, which up to just a few minutes ago included me, could only dream of. On the bed were both Anne and Karen, propped up by a couple pillows, their long, bare legs stretched the full length of the bed. Karen wore a thin cream-colored cotton nightie that in the light barely revealed the dark shadow of her pussy. Her small breasts gently
raised the fabric off her chest while her nipples, which I've always loved sucking on, poked their way outwards through the material. Anne was in Karen's red nightie, a soft silkie thing I hadn't seen in some time. From what I could tell, her breasts were larger than Karen's, but not by much. The freckles that covered her face extended down her chest, cascading into the cleavage hidden under the nightgown. Her legs, crossed at the ankles, hid her waiting love nest. "I feel a bit overdressed," I said as I approached the edge of the bed.
"Then why don't you get rid of some of those clothes," Karen responded.
"How about all of them," Anne suggested.
