I have always been fond of Susan, my wife, Maxine's best friend.
I even nicknamed her, "Wife number 2"
Max and Susan have known each other since they were little girls. Susan and her mum lived above Maxine and her family in a small block of flats.
I was taken with Susan from the first time I met her. She is a sweet woman, with a great sense of humour and a winning smile. When my wife first introduced us, Susan lived with her fiancè Keith and they had two small children. About two years after they married, Keith dumped Susan for a younger woman. His reason for leaving her: she had put on too much weight and wasn't as sporty as he was.
"What a dick," I thought.
Susan wasn't a large woman, when I first met her but she did "fill out" over the years and she developed a rather large rear end. Some "junk in the trunk", if you know what I mean.
I remember once, after a birthday party at our house, Susan stayed over. She slept in the spare room and in the morning, wandered into our lounge wearing nothing but a white t shirt and black cotton panties. My cock twitched its approval. After breakfast, she decided to take a shower and as she ascended the stairs, I noticed her panties had ridden up into her ass crack, affording me a lovely view of her glorious buttocks. My cock twitched a second time, when I saw her hook a finger into her panties and pull them out of her crack.
I have to state here that I love my wife with every fibre of my being and would never knowingly do anything to hurt her at all, but there have been times, since then, when I have masturbated, fantasizing what I could do with those lovely, large, round arse cheeks.
A few weeks ago, Susan drove up, from where she lived, to see her mum and stayed with her for a few days. My wife arranged for her to have dinner with us and stay over for one night. As we ate, Susan went through her normal routine of telling Maxine about what a dick her ex had been with her kids and how having two kids was killing her sex life. Now don't get me wrong, Susan did a great job at bringing up those kids single handed and I could understand that any man that took Susan had to be prepared to have an instant family. Most men would probably take to the hills at the prospect.
She'd had a relationship with one guy who had his own kids and the situation seemed ideal and for a couple of years life was sweet. In fact Susan would delight in embarrassing me with slightly intimate tales about their sexual antics, which included candlelit bath nights and warm oil massages. I say embarrassing me. That is a little inaccurate. I was more envious than anything, as Max and I weren't having nearly enough sex as I would have liked and when we did, it never included candlelit baths and warm oil massages. Unfortunately for Susan, her relationship spectacularly nose dived when she found out that her boyfriend had been seeing other women behind her back, via an online dating app and he had developed also a dependency on alcohol.
After we had eaten, all three of us retired to the couch, with a bottle of red wine and a DVD. After movie ended, I went to our bedroom and changed into a pair of pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt. I wasn't ready for going to bed just yet. I just wanted to change into something a little more comfortable. As I returned from to the lounge, Max and Susan were talking in low whispers as if they didn't want me to hear what they were talking about. I didn't think anything suspicious as I rarely listened their conversations anyway.
As I walked into the lounge, Max looked up and said, "I thought you were going to bed."
"No," replied. "Just slipping into something a little more comfortable."
I sat on the couch and grabbed the remote and started channel hopping, whilst they continued their hushed conversation.
About ten minutes into a program I was watching, both ladies stood up and began to walk out of the lounge.
"Off to bed?" I called out.
"Yes," replied Max. "Are you staying up some more?"
"Yes," I replied. "I think I'll watch this to the end and then come up."
As I watched an old re run of Starsky and Hutch, I could hear water being run into a sink and the toilet being flushed. I heard Max laugh as the two ladies seemed to be having a nice time getting ready for bed.
They both called out "goodnight" in unison and I reciprocated. Doors were closed and all reigned quiet once more.
After watching one episode of the old 70's cop show, I saw that there was to be another. So I decided to watch that too. As the opening credits rolled up the screen and Starsky and Hutch raced around town in the tomato red Gran Torino, the lounge door opened and Susan walked in, dressed in a black tank top and white cotton panties. My cock twitched in approval.
"Can't sleep?" I asked.
Susan nodded.
"Do you mind if I join you?" she asked.
"Be my guest."
She walked over the couch, leaving the lounge door slightly ajar. Just before she sat down, she stood with her back to me. The material of her panties was pulled taut over the wide fleshy cheeks of her ass and there was a little indentation, where it was drawn up into her vulva.
I felt my cock begin to stir.
As she sat on the couch, she wrapped her arms around herself and shuddered.