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As I lay there, not even half awake, I was surprised when, instead of slipping quietly into bed and turning off the lamp, my wife decided to try to engage me in conversation. It was late and I was tired after our annual holiday party. I'd slipped off to bed after our guests had departed while she'd remained up chatting with her friend Susan, who was spending the night in our guest room downstairs. They hadn't seen each other in a while and Susan was going through a divorce, so I was surprised that she'd even made it to bed at all. As I woke a bit more, I could only assume that she wouldn't be waking me up if she didn't want something, which I hoped was sex. It turns out that she did, but not for herself.
"I want you to go downstairs and have sex with Susan," she said, once she was certain that I was awake.
"What?" was my reply, followed by, "How much have you had to drink?"
"I'm completely sober," she replied, "and I am asking you to have sex with my friend. She hasn't had any action since she and Jeremy split up. I promise you that she is okay with this and so am I."
I wasn't quite awake enough to formulate an argument against being given the opportunity to sleep with my wife's friend, not only with my wife's permission, but with her insistence. She had grabbed my robe as I slowly got up while trying to wrap my mind around how exactly this was happening. Susan wasn't bad looking, a bit on the voluptuous side but with impressive knockers. As I realized more what I was being asked to do, I certainly couldn't see a problem with it. I pulled on my robe and headed for the bedroom door.
"Thank you," my wife called after me.
By the time I was at the bottom of the stairs, I was fully awake and wondering what sort of reaction to expect from Susan. I headed down the hallway and stuck my head into the guest room where she was standing in a night shirt, apparently with nothing on under it.
"Hi," she said as I entered and closed the door behind me.
"Hi," I replied, "So, apparently there's some service I can perform for you?"
"Well, hopefully you will be getting something out of this, as well," she said with a smile.
I stepped over to her and caressed her tits through her nightshirt, feeling her hard nipples, before reaching for the hem and raising it up. I watched closely as her nicely-groomed, light brown bush was exposed, followed by the curves of her hips and abdomen. She raised her arms up and her luscious breasts were revealed as my cock started trying to peek out of my robe. My attention was on her large, light pink areolas and hard nipples as the night shirt slipped over her head. Once her arms were free, I tossed it aside and started to caress her tits before dropping to my knees.
I had her sit on the edge of the bed with her legs spread as I kissed her soft inner thighs and lower abdomen before running my tongue up her slit. She was flowing with pungent juices which I eagerly lapped up as she held my head. She was moaning softly as I licked her pussy but, once I slipped a couple of fingers into her and focused my licking on her clit, she seemed to get a bit louder. She leaned back on the bed and started to rock her hips rhythmically so I glanced up because I knew her tits would be bouncing rhythmically, too. Sure enough, those beauties were moving hypnotically and all those times I'd seen a little cleavage and wished I could see more were beyond realized.
It seemed that, just as I'd assumed, because she was so sexually pent up, it wasn't going to take long before she came. My goal was to make sure that her orgasm was long and intense. It certainly appeared that she was experiencing some intense pleasure and I could feel her pussy becoming even wetter and more engorged around my finger the longer I ate her. I fully intended for this to be just an appetizer, though; my wife had said to have sex with her and, like Bill Clinton, I wasn't counting oral as sex. Susan was tensing up a bit as I assumed she was getting even closer to cumming and I just kept up what I was doing since it appeared to be working. When she finally went limp with a low moan, her body trembled as she came.