I didn't understand how this had actually come together. I found out a bit later, but for now I was astonished. My wife Danielle was laying naked on blankets on the floor while her friend Bree and I knelt on each side of her. I leaned over to kiss Danielle's neck and earlobes, making her squirm a bit and her nipples harden. Meanwhile, Bree caressed her arm and stomach. I moved my lips to Danielle's and kissed her open-mouthed while running my fingers up her stomach to her breasts. Without seeing, I felt my hands cross Bree's who was already playing with my wife's nipples. That brushing touch of Bree got me even hotter. I pulled off of my kiss with Danielle and leaned back to watch. I was mesmerized as these beautiful women touched each other. I could not take my eyes off of Bree's breasts even as she leaned over to stroke my wife's upper body. Eventually, Bree took one of my wife's nipples into her mouth, and while I watched her hand slid down Danielle's stomach and between her thighs. A moment later I felt my wife's hand on my cock and noticed she had also positioned a hand between Bree's kneeling legs. I couldn't see what was happening there, but based on the sounds coming from Bree, I had a good guess.
I let my wife work my dick with her hand for a minute or so as I watched the two of them. Eventually I slid over to get in between my wife's feet and used my hands to open her thighs wider. Still kneeling, I repositioned myself and slowly kissed my way up her thighs. Every once in a while, I stopped to watch what the girls were doing. At one point I looked up to see the two of them kissing each other passionately. Not for the last time I nearly shot my load right there. After a minute or so, I regained my senses and resumed making my way up Danielle's legs. I reached her pussy and lightly kissed her clitoris while rubbing my thumbs around her wet pussy.
My wife pushed her hips up into me and let out a moan. I think at this point that Bree stopped kissing her and watched me.
I spent the next few minutes edging my wife closer to orgasm. I didn't want to get her all of the way there so I was light in my touch and slow in my approach. Despite that, or maybe because of that, Danielle was getting more and more insistent. With a combination of pushing up her hips and eventually grabbing me by the back of the head I knew that she really wanted to cum. I wasn't going to let her win that battle, not yet. And so, I continued to work on her with my lips and tongue, but slowly, and gently.
Finally, I pulled off and Danielle let out a disappointed sigh. Bree, it seems, had been just watching much of this time. I gave her a smile as I slowly worked my mouth up my wife's torso, pausing at her breasts and then kissing her neck and eventually her mouth.
"Bree, lie down next to her." I suggested.
While Danielle was still recovering, Bree lay down shoulder to shoulder with my wife. I moved to Bree's left side and started rubbing her shoulders and upper arms. I moved my hands to her neck and leaned over to kiss her while I pulled her head up to meet mine. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Danielle roll toward Bree and start to move her hand up her stomach toward her breasts.
Danielle paused at Bree's beautiful brown nipple and I felt Bree drive her tongue into my mouth in reaction to my wife's touch. Bree had her hand on my inner thigh, working up toward my balls, but I got up and moved to her feet before she got much farther. Kneeling there, I gently parted her legs taking a good look at my goal.
Bree's completely hairless pussy was soaking wet. She didn't resist as I ran my hands up her thighs and pushed my thumbs at her glistening lips. I leaned forward and kissed the area all around her opening, eventually running my tongue up her slit and resting it on her clitoris. Like my wife, Bree raised her hips to my mouth. This time however, I leaned in. I increased the pressure of my tongue on her clit and slipped my thumb inside. It had been fun to tease my wife and deny her an orgasm, but I wanted Bree to get there and get there now. I needed to hear how she sounded.
I continued to aggressively lick and suck her clit while fucking her with my thumb and within about a minute Bree was thrashing her body. She moaned loudly and thrust her hips into my face while pushing down hard on the back of my head. This was the first orgasm I'd given a woman other than my wife in decades.
It was awesome, but to really understand how awesome I should explain how we got here and describe what happened next.
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Danielle is not particularly adventurous. Not in life and not in bed. She isn't boring, but she also isn't as likely as me to try new things. About a year ago, we did try living out one of my fantasies and she was pretty into it at the time, but since then things had returned to their normal—and okay—routine in bed. I guess that's why the way that this particular night ended caught me by surprise.
It started while we were doing some Saturday afternoon spring cleaning. We were talking, reminiscing really, about the time about a year ago when we met with another guy and tried out a threesome. It turned out well, somewhat surprisingly well considering Danielle's initial hesitation.
We were working on our screened-in porch like we do each spring, fixing screens, replacing anything that's worn out, etc. and she mentioned Keith. He's the guy we had met and she said that he had sent her a text earlier that day. Danielle and I had agreed that we wouldn't ever meet with him again. That was made easier because he lived on the West Coast and we were in the Midwest. She hadn't talked or texted with him since "The Night" as we came to refer to it.
"Hon', believe it or not he's getting married, and for some reason he wanted us to know." she said. I took notice of the "us"—at least he was true to his word that he wasn't going to pursue her or try to contact her on her own.
"Wow, did he get back with is old girlfriend?", I asked.
"Yep." She sounded strange to me.
"Wait...what? Are you jealous or something?" I asked.
"No," she laughed a bit, "just...I don't know how I feel. He was nice and I'm happy for him." Then she got quiet for a minute.
"It kinda is bringing the whole thing back to me though, hon'. I guess, you know, I'm just thinking that...I don't know...it seemed the whole thing was just about me."
"It was." I replied. "And that's okay, that's why we did it."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
We kept on cleaning up the winter dust in silence for a while and as we were wrapping up, she made a suggestion.
"You know honey, almost every year when we 'open' the porch for spring, I have Bree over for some wine and conversation—once the weather's nice enough."
Danielle and Bree have been friends since our daughters were in school with Bree's. Bree got divorced many years ago and was still single to this day. I'm not sure why she was still single, she was attractive and smart. But it seems that she had never really found the right new guy. I never heard much about her dating life from Danielle, but I assumed she had one.
"I think I'm going to see if she's free tonight. And..." she paused for a long time.
"And?" I asked.
"And, I'm going to see if she's interested in, I don't know, maybe she'll think I'm weird, but I'm going to see if she would be up for...you know..." she trailed off as my head jerked up from the sweeping to stare at her.
"I think I may ask her if she'd be okay with trying out my husband."
I dropped the broom and it knocked the dustpan with a slap and a clatter.
"Wait...What?" my mind was locked up and I didn't know what to say.
"She may go for it," Danielle had stopped her vacuuming but was still looking down, "I mean if you would hon'."
I stood and stared for a minute trying to process what I'd just heard. She was looking way as she continued, "I mean...I don't know...she'll probably just think it's a joke and laugh it off, but I've been thinking we should give you an opportunity to...you know." She finally met my gaze.
I think my jaw was hanging open, and wasn't sure what to say.
Finally, I chuckled and replied, "I don't think that's going to happen, but if you want to go for it, I'm in. But please don't let it mess up your friendship."
"Oh, I won't honey."
I have to admit that for the rest of the day I could not stop thinking about the idea. I had been half-hard for hours and no matter what I tried I couldn't get the idea out of my head. Later in the afternoon, she interrupted me in the kitchen while I was getting ready for dinner. She told me she had just spoken with Bree and that her friend would be coming by at around 8pm with a bottle of wine.
"Did you ask her about..." I started.
"No. Not over the phone. I'll talk to her tonight. Don't get your hopes up though, I may lose my nerve."
"Look, honey, this is your idea. Do it if you want, but don't sweat it if nothing happens. We're all good." I reassured her, because she looked uncertain.
"It's just...I am nervous, but let's see what happens. Oh, and just in case I have a plan for you." Now she was smiling devilishly.
"Stop the dinner for a few minutes and come upstairs with me." With that she spun around and—I swear—she sauntered back down the hallway to the stairs.
Half-way up she called back "Don't keep me waiting!"
I dropped my knife and quickly followed her up to our bedroom, but she wasn't there. I looked in the closet, but nope. Eventually, I found her in our bathroom holding the hair clippers that she occasionally used to trim the back of my neck.
"We have to do something about that bird's nest down there." She pointed the clippers at my crotch. "Come on hon', take them off." She directed. And I complied.
"Have a seat on the tub and I'll get to work."
I dropped my boxers and sat down. She knelt in front of me.
As she took her time shaving me, first with the clippers and then with shaving cream and a razor, I couldn't help but get harder and harder. I think she enjoyed the effect that she was having on me. The combination of her rubbing and teasing, along with my obvious concern about the razor seemed to amuse her.
"Okay, let's take a look at you." She said as she finished drying me off, and scooted back a couple of feet.
I stood up and presented my now very hard cock to her. She had left a well-trimmed triangle above my manhood. Something different, I guess.
"I do good work. I must admit hon'." She smiled never taking her eyes off my boner. "But now you're in no shape to be having company over sporting that thing." She pointed at my crotch, adding, "Let's see what else I can do."
She scooted forward and grabbed my balls in one hand and my shaft in the other. Quickly glancing up at me to see my reaction she pulled my head into her mouth.
She pulled away momentarily to comment, "Mmmm, I do like it when you're completely smooth." Then she slowly pulled my entire length into her mouth, using her tongue to create some extra friction.
She slowly reversed the process, never losing eye contact with me and as my head popped out of her mouth she asked, "Are you going to be okay?"
"Uh..." was all I could muster in response. I was breathing hard and honestly, ready to burst already.
"Do you want to come on my chest?" She asked and started taking off her sweatshirt and then her bra.
She has amazing breasts. 34" B with perky nipples and she knows that I love them.
She grabbed my aching dick again with both hands and guided it back to her mouth. Slowly she increased her pace, often looking up at me but never taking me out of her mouth completely.
