I almost laughed as I sat on the couch watching Maggie twirling her black lace panties around on her finger. Not that her little striptease was humorous in anyway, it was the fact that she was tossing her panties to me while her husband, Jay, sat and watched from the other end of the couch.
The evening started out pretty normal. I'd been friends with Maggie from our high school days. While I was always more than willing to take our relationship further than "just friends" she never let it go any further than flirting.
That is why I was surprised when she called me up and made me an offer I couldn't refuse.
"Still want to fuck me?" she asked the moment I answered the phone.
"Every moment of every day," I answered, playing along.
"Be at our house tonight at 7:00," she said sounding scary serious as she hung up.
A big part of me wanted to believe she wasn't kidding. The lucid part of my brain reminded me that she was one of my oldest friends, prone to flirting and above all, she was happily married. Of course that didn't stop my cock from staying half hard every time I let my fantasies run wild.
Thoughts of banging Maggie quickly faded from my mind when Jay answered the door. Slightly disappointed, I said hello and accepted his offer of a beer. We hung out on their backyard patio, catching up on each other's lives while Jay grilled steaks on his brand new barbeque.
Neither Maggie's demeanor nor the way she was dressed, jeans and a tank top gave me any indication that my night had a snowballs chance in hell of turning lucky.
"So you still want to fuck me?" Maggie asked as the three of us sipped our after dinner coffee in the living room.
"I think Jay might have a problem with that," I said with a nervous laugh.
My mouth went dry and my cock got hard when she replied.
"It was his idea."
"Oh do tell," I told them.
"One of my biggest fantasies has always been to watch Maggie with another guy," Jay confessed, somewhat sheepishly. "Watching her and telling her what to do....The idea really gets me going."
"When he told me about it, you were my first choice," Maggie added.
"Why is that?" I asked.
"The idea of going to a bar and picking up some random guy didn't do much to me," Maggie said. "And quite honestly, I knew that you would jump at the chance to finally get in my pants, Jay or no Jay."
"So what do you say?" Jay asked.
"I guess I'd be stupid to say no."
"Great!" Maggie exclaimed.
"Take off your shorts," Jay told her, taking control of the situation.
Her eyes locked with mine as she slowly untied the drawstring on her pink and black board shorts. My cock became painfully hard as she rocked her hips from side to side; sliding the shorts down her legs exposing a skimpy pair of black lace panties.
"Now your panties," Jay said as his hand rubbed his own hard cock.
With a smile, she pulled them off, twirled them around her finger and threw tossed them, hitting me in the face.
"Are they wet?" Jay asked.
I nodded, now holding them in my hand. Not able to speak or pull my eyes away from Maggie. Her legs, I'd already known from seeing her in bathing suits and shorts were incredible. Her pussy looked so smooth it had to have been waxed, with a small landing strip that ended just above her now glistening slit.
"Shall I keep going?" she asked Jay, teasing us by raising and lowering the hem of her tank top.
"You want to let Cam see your tits?"
