Thanksgiving morning came late for all of us. We wandered into the living room in time to catch some of the Thanksgiving Day parades on the television, and I added some wood to the fireplace, getting a nice crackling fire shortly. We all snuggled together on the couch, enjoying a small breakfast of oatmeal and hot chocolate, warming all of us up.
We all seemed a little unsure what to say after our first night together, so breakfast was a rather quiet affair. When Kyla excused herself to go to the bathroom, I pulled my wife closer.
"Are you really OK with all of this?"
"Yes," she answered. "I just...well...I'm not sure how this will affect us."
"Baby, I understand. This isn't a permanent situation. You are calling all the shots here," I tried to reassure her. "Anyway, I just want you to know she is all yours...and I am all yours. My cock goes in you...and only you. You are not allowed to share that part of me, and I will not touch your new toy without you being there."
I could see the relief spread across my wife's face, and a mischievous grin spread across her face as Kyla returned from the bathroom. "Then let's go play with my new toy!"
As Kyla approached the couch, my wife got up and pulled her closer. She leaned closer and began kissing her, lightly at first, caressing her face. Soon the girls were exchanging deep, open-mouth kisses, and then my wife's hands began to roam, exploring her new friend's body. Kyla let out a moan into my wife's mouth as her hands reached her breasts, and they both pulled apart, grinning.
"Let's go to the bedroom," my wife suggested. We all agreed and headed that direction, the girls' hands roaming over each other, leaving a trail of clothing along the way. As they reached the bed, my wife pushed Kyla gently onto her back, kneeling beside her on the bed, planting gentle kisses all over her belly and breasts. Her left hand began to slide up her leg, tickling the inside of her thighs, slowly making her way to her smooth, glistening mound as she continued planting kisses all over her belly.
I leaned against the doorway, watching the scene unfold before me. As my wife's hand reached its target, Kyla slid her arm between my wife's legs and raised her hand until she reached her moist pussy, causing my wife to moan. I had a great view from my angle; my wife's beautiful rear was stuck in the air, pointed at me, kneeling over another woman, and that other woman's hand massaging her clit. What more can a man hope for?
My wife's fingers were soon buried in Kyla's pussy, and as she sat up on her knees, Kyla returned the favor, sliding two of her fingers into my wife. As she began grinding onto Kyla's hand, my wife looked over her shoulder at me with a smoldering look, beckoning me to her side with just her eyes.