Sitting perched on one of my buddy Phil's comfy barstools; I sipped a cold beer, and watched a ball game I didn't much care about. Only, I wasn't exactly alone. Off in the kitchen, I could hear our wives laughing and giggling. Phil and his wife Hanna had invited my wife Carla and me over for dinner. But Phil's in Real estate, and hoping to close a deal, he was still out showing a property.
Hanna is a feisty blonde with a slim figure, and an absolutely smoking hot ass. On the other hand, Carla is a smoldering beauty with a dark Mediterranean look, a lush figure, and an absolutely gorgeous pair of round ripe 36-c tits. I met Phil and Hanna in college, and was best man at their wedding. Right from the get go, Hanna and I had teased back and forth; but, it was usually me doing the flirting. And it's not like I hoped, or expected to get anywhere, no way! In any case, Carla and I enjoy an open marriage; which for us anyway, means a frequently wild and always uninhibited sex life! But, at least to outward appearances anyway, Phil and Hanna enjoyed a much more traditional relationship! Well, that's what Phil and I thought! But then, what did we know? And never mind what we never even imagined!
Coming up from behind me, Carla wrapped her arms around my neck. I forgot all about the game, when her nibbling seemed determined to turn my ear in to an appetizer. Her husky whisper told me that Phil had just called. He had an offer to write up and present, and was going to be another hour or so. And then, her voice full of sexy innuendo, she told me "You know Bob, I don't think Hanna's wearing anything under that dress! Remember when I pulled that little trick at our place? It nearly drove Phil nuts...and didn't you just love that! But really, can you see him coming up to you, and telling you that Hanna's bare ass naked under her dress?"
"Hell no," I told her, quickly reminding her "But then, darling that night it was you who told Phil, not me!"
I thought her chuckled "Oh well, just thought you'd want to know," sounded full of mischief! But, giving the swelling bulge in my shorts a playful squeeze she spun away, and headed for the kitchen. Of course, I couldn't get the image of Hanna's naked body out of my mind. But luckily, I needed another beer! Curious, and feeling an unexpected swell of erotic anticipation, with beer for an excuse, I headed for the kitchen.
Hanna's arms were raised as she reached around to pull her apron over her head. Well, that had her short dress hiked up high enough to show off the tantalizing swell of the curvy bottoms of her ass's cheeks! I couldn't be sure, but there sure wasn't any sign of panties! She'd just tossed the apron on the counter, when my hands landed on the soft swell of her hips. Confirmation, no panties; so, with my lips nuzzling her ear, I teased "I'm shocked, shocked I tell you!" My hands already beginning to slide higher, I flicked the tip of my tongue along the line of her jaw, before asking "I approve; but, does Phil know?"
Catching me totally off guard, Hanna pushed her ass back, saucily gyrating against the hard-on already burning against it. Giggling girlishly, she answered "No," asking "Why, are you thinking about telling on me?" Barely believing I was doing it; but unable to resist the suggestive way her ass churned, and the saucy purr in her challenging question, I went for it! Cupping obviously bare breasts in my hands, I flicked my thumbs over a rock hard pair of seriously jutting nipples!
Leaning back against me, Hanna surprised me again, when she moaned an insistent sounding "Pinch them Bob!" Complying happily, her throaty growls of pleasure said she liked having her nipples pinched and rolled between my fingers. Oops, but then she batted my hands away. Spinning around to face me, I expected to hear her laugh, and say something like, enough of that buster! Instead, with what sure looked an awful lot like barely restrained desire flashing in her eyes, she stared down at the bulge tenting my shorts. Almost whispering, she said "Carla says you're bigger then Phil!" yeah, I thought; and there's only one way she could know that! And that would have been if Carla had spilled the beans about the spontaneous, and one time only, ménage a trois we'd enjoyed with Phil.
One night, not long before their wedding, Carla and I had dropped by their apartment. Hanna was at work, and one thing had led to another. Phil's got a real thing for big tits, so I was busting his balls by occasionally grabbing Carla's bountiful beauties. And one of those times, she pushed my hands away, and stood up.
Eyes fixed on Phil; Carla pulled her sweater off, exposing bare breasts. Laughing, she knelt, straddling and facing Phil. Hands on her hips, she arched her back, offering Phil her perfect tits. The only thing missing was the silver platter! Anyway, it didn't take long for Phil's mouth and fingers to have Carla whimpering in ecstasy. But Carla gets impatient when she's horny; which, of course, means she's damn near always impatient. So, hands already reaching for his pant's zipper, she slid off Phil, and on to the floor. Lickety-split, and Carla was going down on her first mouthful of uncircumcised cock! Batting his grabbing hands away, she took him; not letting him stop her rapidly bobbing head from pistoning soft lips up and down the hard length of his cock. Damn straight, Carla took him with that uncircumcised cock's head buried deep in her throat!
Still licking cum off her lips, she stretched out on the carpet. Her eyes darting back and forth between us, she unzipped, unbuttoned, and then slowly slid her jeans off. Phil moved fast! So, instead of finding herself with a pussy full of my cock, it was him diving in tongue first. That tongue didn't waste any time ripping a pair of enthusiastically screamed orgasms loose. And then, with Carla screaming "Fuck me, fuck me, he grabbed her ankles.
