"Great, I can't wait to see you Friday! It's been forever. Yeah, I miss you too!" This is all my husband hears me say as I hang up the phone with my best friend. We just moved and it's a drive back into town. She was willing to come up for a night and hang out with me this weekend. My husband and I aren't really that hot but somehow we landed this amazingly beautiful 23 year old woman that wanted our 30-something year old selves. She had a nice set of tits when in a bra, they sag when naked but that's expected when you have larger C maybe D cups. I on the other hand only had B cups to work with and went braless daily because it wasn't as easy to tell. She had a soft, very squishy big booty. I had a medium bubble butt. Together you get it all, the freaky tattooed redheaded milf and the young sexy big booty babe. My husband was that lucky son of a bitch that got both.
The first time we all got together was a bit awkward to get started, at least for me. I am by no means the best at starting sex. I asked her if I could eat her pussy and then next thing I know we had a fun photoshoot in our room and eventually her and I began to make out and get frisky. It led to some amazingly fun photos and a lot of orgasms. However it just wasn't top tier yet. Second time was great. We played games and got really naughty. Placing sexual bets so the winner would get a little treat each round. That led to an amazing threesome, including a little side action with just her and I in a sexy 69 position. He watched of course but I was so lost in her pussy I honestly did not care what he was doing.
Now that we've moved and with a new job starting. I needed a little girls time and some fun with the 2 of them. I am so glad I got the new place cleaned up and we won't have the kids this weekend. I absolutely needed this. I know she could use a little trip out of the city too.
Friday morning was here, I had to go do paperwork for the job. I needed to make sure anything last minute was done. I just wanted nothing to stand in the way of my weekend being a good one. She texted me around noon saying she just got up and is going to shower and get ready. The thought of her in the shower sort of got me all tingly. Or maybe it was from the excitement of her actually coming to visit. I know my husband was really excited. Maybe that was what I enjoyed, it made him happy and I got something out of it too. More than just one thing, I got a best friend who I can occasionally fuck and a husband who loves me?!?! Was I living in some fantasy romance or something?
She texted me around 1:30 saying she was on her way, be there in a couple hours. I sent back my usual ok drive safe but added a kissy face this time. I made sure I had done everything, had chicken out thawing to cook up for dinner, and I had a bong loaded for her arrival. Yes, we're a bunch of stoners and that's what brought her & I together. She texted me around 3:15. I had my volume on today just in case she called or got lost. 'I just turned onto a dirt road, idk what house itll be, come outside in a min?'. I didn't need to reply, I walked outside and waited like a puppy waits for their master. It's a little pathetic to even admit it but my husband and her were more of the Dom's it felt. Him physically and sexually, he owns my body in ways no one ever could. Her because I always get so excited to think about seeing her, butterflies, and all that. I still felt calm with them both, together or separate. They brought me comfort in ways I can't explain.
Her car pulled up, big smile on her face. I jumped up and down and literally ran to her car. We hugged for a long time. I helped carry some of her things in, she brought me a little housewarming gift apparently. Showed her the small size house we have for the time being. And she did the after a long drive long pee, I fired up the bong and texted my husband to let him know she was here. We got ripped off the bong and my husband walked in a little too late for any hits. That got us laughing and telling jokes about it. So he figured a good idea was sit down, and bend us each over his knee one at a time giving us each a good spanking for not waiting.
We talked for a bit until his brother called asking what we were up to. So a little fire and smoke might be fun. It would loosen us up and get us all feeling calmer. HIs brother was a bit jealous seeing us with her. She did her thing and made people like her. She was super charismatic when she needed to be, and thug when pissed off. It was hot actually. During the little bonfire she noticed his brother's side looks and remarks, decided to just sit on my lap on purpose and give my cheek a kiss. My husband stirred a little with a grin (sure sign he was getting horny), his brother's jaw dropped and tried to ignore it. Couldn't, especially when she kissed my lips a little longer than a friend does. We didn't push our luck anymore, but we didn't stay much longer. Just the time it took for them to smoke a blunt and say goodbye.