Almost five years had passed since our last visit to Florida and our first threesome with a friend of mine. Occasional mention of the goings on that night and a review of the photos had my wife and I hot and bothered for the chance of an encore when we returned to Florida for house and job hunting.
This time my wife was much more at ease with the situation, having already broken through her initial inhibitions the last time. This time there would be no false pretenses, no charade, no need to for her to look for courage in the bottom of a glass. She was dressed in a short, black silk bathrobe when I brought him over to the condo that we were staying at, having finished with her shower just a few minutes before.
We sat around the living room, my wife and myself each in our own recliner, separately facing the small couch that my friend sat upon. Each of us presenting the corner of a triangle in more ways than one. We sat and sipped wine and beer, exchanging small talk while my wife found a happy, horny little buzz. Every time that she would reach for her wine glass, her robe pulled open a little further, until her tender breasts were plainly in view. Equally, every time that she repositioned her legs, her sodden sex would be revealed, what a wonderful view we had.
The small talk continued for an hour or two before my friend took it upon himself to get things heated up a little more quickly. He knelt at the foot of my wife's seat and while holding and caressing her calf, he began kissing her feet, slowly making his way up her leg. As he began to reach her thigh she stood and he followed suit. Her robe gaping open, revealing her naked flesh, he engaged her in an impassioned kiss. Soon she tired of merely kissing and broke the embrace in order to lead him to the bedroom.
I asked if I had time enough to go outside for a quick cigarette without missing anything, but at the moment they were already lying together on the bed, his clothes off, her robe completely open as they kissed and petted. Instead of going outside for a smoke, I quietly slipped into the bathroom through the other door in order to discretely watch them from the door that led into the bedroom. They continued talking, languidly exploring each other's bodies. My own excitement grew as I watched his fingers caress her slick folds and disappear into her hungry pussy. I grew so excited that I began to stroke my own cock as she cooed with pleasure from his ministrations. He kissed his way down along her neck to her hard, dark nipples, from there to her parted thighs. She tried to push his head away, but he was insistent, his lips found her neatly trimmed mound and his tongue found her swollen little bud. If I continued my own stroking, I would surely leave a gooey mess on the bathroom door, instead I made my way quietly back to the other bedroom door and pretended that I had just come inside.
After some coaxing, I convinced my wife to slip an unlubricated condom onto his cock so that she could suck it with safety, as she did so, I continued the tongue bath to her very erect clit. It became increasingly difficult to keep my attention focused on her sensitive little knob as my eyes were glued to the sight of his thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Her soft lips wrapped his shaft as her hands guided it and stroked it's length. All too soon my tongue had it's effect and her thighs clamped tightly around my head as her first orgasm shuddered through her body.