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My wife and I are friends with another couple, Bret and Dawn. They got fascinated with the hippie style and got weird. That was before we met them but sometimes their style of living was striking and fun to watch. I get the feeling the group they were with even had a small commune going in college. Bret is an accountant with a fairly large corporation. Dawn is home raising their two children. It's about exactly what they both want. They have an older house they've both been working on themselves for as long as we've know them.
They come over, we go over. Dawn drops in odd times with or without the kids and brings ice cream or grapes or something and we sit around and eat in the backyard. Bret stops in, on the way home mostly or on Saturdays, when he's finished going to the flea markets or yard sales. He gets good stuff and has to show us. I wish I could pick stuff out like he does. My wife, Heather, works at the same place Bret does but in a different department. They have lunch sometimes, mostly sitting outside on the grass. Bret has lunch with a lot of the women there. Dawn doesn't care in the least. She loves him but doesn't try to run his life. Hippy style.
We've know them for over four years. I know Heather likes Bret. They go on day trips to see clients occasionally and she describes the nutty views he has. It's always fun to listen. Dawn has some nutty views too. Anyway, I've known for some time that Bret favors Heather. Every now and then I detect a fake response to something which is a dead giveaway. I've gotten the same indications from Heather. Once just for the heck of it when Heather was sitting on the sofa and Bret was on the other side I sat down on this side.
I said, "How would you like two great guys to give you some nice kisses?"
Heather was smiling and kept her smile but her eyes went blank. Total indecision, which was a dead giveaway. Normally it would be, 'Oh yes, I love kisses.', or 'not now guys', but the blank look meant she wanted to kiss Bret and she wondered what I would think about it. All Bret did was smile. He would like to kiss her under any circumstances, particularly when her husband asked. Bret could easily do an arms wrap and collapse against the back of the sofa and Heather would love it but we were all friends and he had a built in wall not to breach our friendship uninvited and only a small amount when invited like now.
Heather timidly shook her head up and down. She couldn't answer. I said, "Me first. Bret can look and learn."
I leaned over and tilted and we did our usual sexy kiss for a few moments. We broke and Heather held my eyes before turning around to Bret. She didn't move so Bret moved his lips towards hers and she joined in. It was a little longer than ours and lips opened. When they broke they were both smiling but her nose was flaring. She liked that, very much. Bret's hand was on the top of the middle of her thigh. He probably didn't even notice but she did.
I said, "Once more and Bret can blow in your ear on my kiss and I can blow in your ear on his kiss."
Heather loved ear breath. She looked at me still smiling. I could tell she was still hung up a little on Bret's kiss. She didn't nod or anything so I leaned in and kissed her and saw Bret leaning in and pushing her hair behind her ear and blow right in, not too hard. I could feel a nice reaction from Heather. We broke and they started kissing and I blew slowly but steadily in Heathers ear, not that hard. They kissed longer than the first one and it was exciting to be near. Her eyes were closed and his was too, mostly. He was trying not to get too engrossed.
I got up and softly palmed both their shoulders and said, "Ok, kids. Time to BBQ," and headed for the backyard. Bret already called Dawn to check her plans and she said 'sure, it would save making a full supper and she could play with the kids so stay and eat'. Besides, my BBQ is legendary. Over the next weeks every now and then when we were in bed and kissing I would say something like, 'I know, you're thinking about kissing Bret. She would give me a 'ha, ha, ha'. I would always say it differently and sometimes she would get a little more passionate.
Once when we were in bed and snuggled up, I said, "How would you like two great guys to give you a toss in the hay?"
She said, "And do what?"
"Some of that boy girl stuff," I said. "You could put you head on my pillow and let him have your backend then we could swap. Kissing and nipples on one end and no telling what on the other. You could have one and play with one." Heather was very passionate that night.
Bret dropped over a little more often, not that much more. He was no longer just a guest and could move around the house. He never went into our bedroom but he knew about everywhere else. We did projects in the basement in my workshop because I had all the little tools and his tools were mostly for house renovations.
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One day Heather happen to be on the sofa and Bret beside her, like before. This time she had loose, kind of short shorts on with open legs. I sat on the sofa beside her.
I said, "I have absolutely been in a woman mood all day long and I need woman sustenance. Would you be up for great kisses from great guys again?"
Heather smiled at that and looked at Bret and back at me. She held her hands out and said, "Why not."
I tilted and we started kissing. This time I got my fingers on the top of her bare thigh up high and slowly let my fingers get up in her shorts and got a finger just underneath the edge of her pants. She felt it and reacted a little but didn't do anything. When we broke I bounced my eyebrows at Bret. His eyes were just coming up from looking down at my hand. Heather was turning her head to Bret and she didn't hold back this time. She leaned over just an inch or so and they started kissing. Bret's hand got on her thigh about as high as mine was and his fingers got inside her shorts about half a finger worth.
I don't think he got a finger in the edge of her pants. They broke and Heather turned around and we kissed again and I did the same thing but fingered her ridge right above her vagina. Not that far up in her shorts.
I said, "My mouth is hot, hot, hot. I'm going get some cold tea. Don't melt each other."