This was written for Cyndi, a good friend who enjoys sharing stories and torturing me with fantasies about us and our respective spouses, in various combinations. This is a story involving her, me and my wife. I thought I'd share it with you all! I love responses, especially from women, and if you are interested in emailing me directly I'm all for it, and I'll write a story for you with you as the "star" if you'd like! Anyway, here's this one:
We had been out at a party, you, me and Cheryl, and it was late. You had been flirting with me for most of the evening, wearing a short skirt and a top that clung to your small, firm tits so sweetly. You were also getting along really well with my wife, and she was more "touchy-feely" than normal, both with you and me, which I suspected was largely due to the wine. What surprised me the most was that she didn't seem to object at all to you and me flirting with each other so brazenly.
We left the party at about the same time, and went out to the street to wait for our cabs. It was getting cool out, and not unsurprisingly, your nipples were hard and very prominent under your tight, thin top. When a cab finally came, we decided to share it rather than someone having to wait longer, and all climbed into the back seat. You got in first, then Cheryl, and finally I just sort of launched myself across you two, lying across your laps.
I then rolled over, so I was face up. In doing so, I managed to push both of your skirts upwards, although I was still lying across your legs. I realized what I had done, and "apologized" to both of you, but didn't do anything to allow you to fix the problem.
As we got closer to our house, Cheryl, to my surprise, suggested that she wasn't really ready to stop partying, and asked if you wanted to come over, and crash at our place instead of going home. You agreed.
We arrived, and I climbed off you two, noticing the crotch of your thong exposed, as was the crotch of my wife's panties. Neither of you tried to fix your skirt as you got out of the cab, though.
We went inside, and Cheryl opened another bottle of wine. I put on some music, and we continued to drink. You sat down on one of the leather couches we have, with one leg extended along the couch, the other off on the floor. Your short skirt rode up, showing off once again for us your narrow black lace thong covering your pussy.
Cheryl noticed, and commented that you looked so sexy in your thong, and she never could wear them (she thinks her ass looks too big). You accepted her compliment, pulling your skirt right up, showing us the entirety of your thong. "Get up and show us the back, too" Cheryl prodded.
You hopped up off the couch, and lifted your skirt once again, turning around so we could admire the lack of material and the very sexy effect it had on you.
"Well, what do you think, Doug?" you asked me, standing right in front of me holding your skirt up. I looked down at your sweet pussy, mindful of my wife standing close to us, and said "You look fantastic, Cyndi. Good enough to eat..."
At this point Cheryl spoke up, "Well I'm not stopping you, Doug. Go ahead, show her what that tongue of yours can do..."
None of us said a word, a little surprised at my wife's proposition. I just walked directly towards you, as you backed up to the couch again, and sat down, your legs spread, your fingers sliding under an edge of the thong, pulling it off to the side, revealing your carefully shaved pussy to us. You smiled, amazing yourself at your lack of nervousness in front of my wife.
Cheryl sat down beside you, turned on the couch so she faced you, and placed her hands on your thighs. "Oh wow, Cyndi, this looks gorgeous!" She said as she started sliding her hands up toward your pussy, sliding a finger just inside the crease of your leg. You shivered, watching my wife's pretty hands sliding along your leg. You stared at her fingers as they traced alongside your lips, flushing with anticipation.
I knelt down in between your outstretched knees, leaning in close enough that you could feel my breath on your bare pussy and soft inner thighs. Cheryl continued to gently caress your thighs and around your slit, gently spreading you open as she did so. We could easily see your wetness, and how obviously turned-on you were, being touched by my wife like this.
As I watched, my wife slid a single finger along your wet slit, opening your lips. You gave a little gasp as you felt her fingers slide over your slippery hole. Cheryl knew exactly where to touch you, and her fingers circled around your hole then back up over your hard clit, causing you to gasp once again.
I leaned in closer, and lighlty flicked my tongue along your open slit. Cheryl spread you apart with her fingers, to allow me to lick your clit. You gasped again as you felt my soft tongue caress your sensitive clit. I moved lower, sliding the tip of my tongue into your hole, tasting your delicious sweet cunt. I pressed my mouth over you completely, lightly sucking on you, my tongue flicking over your clit more forcefully. You became lost in the sensations that were ever building, knowing that your orgasm wasn't far off.
I pulled back, while Cheryl kept you spread wide apart, just looking at your gorgeous shaved snatch. "Mmm, Cyndi, you taste so good..." I started, looking up and moving towards my wife. She instinctively leaned down to kiss me, tasting your wetness on my lips and mouth. "I think you need to try her yourself, sweetie" I said to her, as she leaned forward, still sitting on the couch, bringing her face down into your crotch.
You watched, wide-eyed, as my wife's pretty face and blonde hair descended toward you. In slow motion almost, you saw her mouth open, her tongue poised just between her lips, as she lowered her mouth onto your wet cunt. You moaned out loud as you watched her pretty mouth working on your clit, the electric sensations shooting through your body. You squirmed, trying to raise your hips to give her even better access to your body. I watched with equal fascination as Cheryl's tongue pressed into your hole, and back across your clit.
"Make her cum in your mouth, Cheryl" I said.
You were quickly becoming lost in the sensations, unable to speak or say anything, only moaning and trying to remember to keep breathing. You slid one of your hands up the inside of Cheryl's leg, cupping the crotch of her panties, feeling the wetness and warmth emanating from her pussy. Clumsily you pushed the material off to the side as you slid a single finger deep into her wet hole. You felt her legs spread slightly wider to give you better access, as her face pressed against your cunt even harder, indicating her approval.
You knew you were very close, and looked down again, watching her feminine cheekbone and chin so expertly working over your clit and pussy, her blonde hair brushing against your hip. You followed your own arm, your hand disappearing between Cheryl's thighs, thinking about your hand rubbing her pussy, touching her for her first time, your finger sliding into her. It was this realization, coupled with the sight of her face buried in your lap that sent you over the top.
You tensed for just a moment, and then screamed as your body sharply convulsed. Your hand gripped Cheryl's wet pussy, as your stomach muscles contracted and jolts of electricity surged through your body. Cheryl didn't let up, and continued to lick your over-sensitized clit, knowing exactly how much you could take to prolong your orgasm as long as possible.
When finally you could take no more, Cheryl allowed your cunt to slip away from her mouth. She remained there for a few moments, staring at your beautiful bare pussy, acutely aware that she had just eaten out another girl for the first time in her life. She admired your pussy for a few seconds more, aware of your hand gently resting on her pussy, your finger positioned inside her dripping wet hole.
She looked up at you, and leaned up to your face to kiss you deeply, giving you a taste of your own juices.
"Oh, Cheryl, that was incredible...." you said quietly. Your breathing was still very heavy, and we just let you lay back on the couch, recovering. You did not remove your hand from my wife's pussy. She sat up, her pussy pressing into your hand even more. You knew that before long your hand would be replaced by your mouth, and at some point that evening you would be going down on her. Suddenly your snatch felt all warm again, as the anticipation of what you would be doing sent a shiver through you.
"I think both of you are rather overdressed" I said, moving back on the floor. Cheryl smiled at you, stood up and peeled off her shirt, showing you a dark blue stretchy bra, her full, c-size tits filling them out. You did the same, revealing your lace bra that cradled your firm, sexy tits. Cheryl then pulled off her skirt, followed by her rather plain dark blue panties, revealing her golden brown pussy, shaved along the edges but otherwise full and thick. She left her bra on for the moment, while you wriggled out of your skirt, your thong still stretched to the side of your pussy. Cheryl told you that you should leave your bra on, and let me take it off, as it is one of my favorite things to do. [It's true; I love seeing a girl in only a bra (or bra and panties) let me take it off her. I love the feeling of breasts within the bra, then undoing it (front closures are the most fun) and slowly sliding it off her tits, letting them sit freely, gently caressing the soft skin, watching her nipples harden. It is just so erotic, and moreso if the girl gets equally turned on with this kind of attention!]
Following my wife's lead, you both stood side-by-side, grinning at me. Cheryl stood there wearing only her bra, her soft c-size tits shaped nicely by her stretchy navy bra, while you stood before me in your bra and thong, now positioned properly over your shaved pussy, your small tits hidden by your black lace bra. I started to move toward you.
"Not so fast, big boy," Cheryl said, "you're going to have to lose some clothing before you get any closer."
I pulled off my shirt, followed by my pants and socks, so all I was wearing were boxers, which of course were tented out from my very, very hard cock.
"Those don't look like they're doing anything for you, you might as well take them off too," you said.
