It started off innocently enough, your male friend was just a friend. Sure you felt he was good looking but that was just a passing acknowledgement. It wasn't until after he broke up with his long time girlfriend and that your view changed, as coffees after work to console him made you look at him in a different light. Your conversations were very open and relaxed and after awhile, you noticed light flirting as you started talking about any subject, and all subjects came up.
I was comfortable with your friendship as I listened to you share your conversations. As we lay in bed one night you told me how he was telling you lonely he was, and how it had been so long since he had sex. He told you that he wasn't looking for a relationship but also didn't want to have one night stands with casual acquaintainces. You told me some of the comments that you told him to prop up his ego, and I said "he sounds like a special friend". You were quiet for a bit, then whispered, "yeah, maybe".
The next time you went out you were just talking and he said what a lucky guy I was to have such a beautiful woman as you for my wife. You blushed and told him to stop, and he told you how good looking you were and if you weren't married, and let it hang there. You were feeling a little naughty and said if I wasn't married what? It was his turn to blush. You laughed and said we had an open relationship, and who knows and let it hang there. The conversation changed as the waitress interrupted you and you left shortly afterward.
As you told me this I said maybe we should invite him out to O'Noir. You asked what would I say if you invited him over after dinner, and I said I would be up for it. You asked what else I would be up for, and I answered anything you wanted to do. I noticed how extra wet your pussy was and how hard you came as we made love before falling asleep.
When you saw him next you invited him out to O'Noir, saying I was interested to meet him. At one point you shared with him how bad I felt for his condition and how getting out might make him feel better. When he asked what condition, you said straight up why your blue balls of course. The sexual tension hung in the air like a real thing, and you both set a date and time.
The night of the supper you looked especially spectacular and super sexy. Light makeup, a revealing top showing your delicious cleavage and tight slacks accentuating your womanly curves. As we met up at the lobby bar and waited for our table, the mood was relaxed and comfortable. He commented how lovely you were and I agreed completely. As we were led off to our table, I was in the lead then you then him and as we walked I had to stop and he pressed into you when he couldn't stop soon enough. We were seated, you and me across from each other and him beside you.
As supper started, there was lots of accidental contact between all of us as we arranged our drinks and had our bread. The conversation was very relaxed and we were all enjoying the experience. After someone bumped into your chair you scooted over ending up with your and his chair together. You said sorry but he said no problem as long as I didn't have a problem. He said it jokingly but I assured him that I was comfortable with whatever you wanted, letting the innuendo hang there like an open invite.
At one point I took my shoe off and pressed my foot against your knees, slightly pressing them apart and resting my foot between your thighs causing your leg to press against his. This must have distracted you as you accidentally spilt your wine onto him. As you were helping him clean up, apologizing again and again, he laughed and said no worries. After the drinks were refilled you said he had to come over so you could clean the mess you made. He said that it was alright and I closed the subject by saying that you were the boss and if you said he was coming over then that was that.
The rest of the dinner was very enjoyable, and the conversation ranged all over the place, including lots of talk about sex. Everything was always veiled in innuendos, nothing directly about what might happen after but the conversation was also very suggestive and you found it fun and exciting to be naughty.
The meal concluded and we had him follow us home. As we drove back I said what a good time it was and what a special friend he seemed to be. All you replied was maybe we would have a visit from Naughty Minx Wife tonight as you pressed your hand against the growing bulge in the front of my pants.
Once we arrived home you called him upstairs and handed him a robe, pointed him to the bathroom and told him to get out of his dirty clothes. He protested lightly and you said that he had to listen to you. You said join us downstairs when he was ready and I would prepare drinks. When he came down he looked slightly embarrassed and said he didn't feel comfortable in a bathrobe. I said we can fix that by getting into ours and then there would be nothing to feel uncomfortable about. I gave him his drink and we headed upstairs. You put in the laundry and I went downstairs in only my robe.
When you came down I let out a sexy whistle and said you looked awesome. He was speechless. As we were sitting discussing the experience of O'Noir, you said why don't we continue the theme and all wear blindfolds, since we couldn't make the house dark enough. I said that sounds like a great idea and went upstairs to get them. When I came down you two were just wrapping up a conversation and both looked at me as I handed them out, the sly grins on your face making me wonder what you were talking about.
So there we sat, with our blindfolds on chatting about this and that when I commented about how it wasn't fair to his condition for you to prance around looking so sexy. He agreed in a laughing way that you were such a pretty woman that it was certainly adding to the discomfort. You said you felt bad being the cause of the discomfort and maybe, if everyone was comfortable, we should all go upstairs and see what can be done about it.
I said that sounds like a good idea and asked if you two felt the same. You said you were open to it and reached to take his hand, brushing his bare thigh and then squeezing it asking him do you want to come upstairs with us? He cleared his throat and said yes. You then took my hand and led us both upstairs, slowly, and we all fumbled into the bed with you in the middle.
I leaned over and started kissing you, stopping at one point to ask him if he could untie your robe. As I resumed kissing you, you felt the belt being untied and pulled apart. After awhile with nothing else happening on the other side, I said let's pull the robe open and 'see' what's underneath. Our hands brushed as we each grabbed a side and slowly pulled your robe open. I asked him to check if you were wearing a bra and you felt a hand rest on your belly and slowly slide up, stopping at the bottom of your bra and then sliding up a bit further and you felt your breast being gently squeezed. He said yes, a very nice bra by the feel of it. I said that wouldn't do and asked him to help slide your robe off, and you felt a hand on each shoulder slide under your robe and peel it off your arms. You felt my hand snake under your back and unclasp your bra.
I asked him if he would mind getting rid of your bra and said it would be his pleasure. He took a long time to slowly peel your bra off and then heard it land on the floor as you lay there, blindfolded, your breasts feeling the cool air on them, your nipples getting hard. I leaned over and started sucking on one, pausing for a second to say the other one is being neglected and that won't do. Your breathing changed to short breaths as you felt two mouths circle and lick and suck your nipples and you felt your pussy getting wet.
