The Story of Liv Sandra and Mom

PART 2

This is part 2 in the story of when I cheated on my wife with my best friend's wife and how I fucked my Mom.

In part 2, it's Liv's birthday and my longing for my best friend's wife continues and it doesn't help when I listen to them fuck.

Enjoy the story, and for the record, none of the characters (fictive) are below 18.

Note: I am not an English-speaking person (Swedish) so please try to look beyond grammatical fuck-ups and misspellings.

Warning, this story contains nudity and sexually suggestive language and words (like p...y and c..k). And later on; incest and group sex (well not part 1, so you're safe). IF you do not enjoy stories with this content, I suggest looking at stories more to your preferences.

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Sunday.

I woke up late after having dreamt about fucking Liv. After 30 minutes of dozing on and off, I left my room and walked to the kitchen, and the kitchen drinking water was Liv, she must have finished a yoga routine because she was dressed for it: form-fitting pale blue shorts that stopped high on her thigh, and tight-fitting t-shirt with abbreviated sleeves, and nothing else. She was bare-footed.

She stretched her arms up and out to hug me (a new routine), pulling up the little hem of the T-shirt and exposing a band of her taut, smooth tummy to my view. The shorts lay very low on her waist.

"How did you sleep, Steve?" she asked me.

"Great, completely gone," I said as we hugged briefly.

Liv turned around and started making a late breakfast or early lunch.

My eyes strayed to her butt. I saw no sign of a panty line, but since Liv wore thongs (I'd seen them often enough in the dryer), it was difficult to tell whether she was wearing anything under the shorts or not. Panties or no, her butt was a delicious sight: perky, firm, and perfectly rounded. At the sight of it, my cock started to swell under my pants.

Nothing exciting happened during the next hour. I helped her clean the dishes while chatting about life, movies, and my upcoming birthday. I was turning 19, and we talked about what a milestone that was, like Liv had such an experience with her 21.... well, her 22nd birthday was only three weeks away, and in a moment of weakness, I offered to make a birthday dinner for her that night.

The days up to her birthday day passed quickly. I'd made arrangements with Brad beforehand to get the day off so I could prepare for Liv's birthday. I wanted everything to be right. I wrapped the gifts, swept the floors, straightened up the kitchen and dining room, and, finally, cooked dinner.

I heard movement behind Liv's bedroom door, then it opened, and she came out.

She was dressed casually but elegantly in a simple white sleeveless dress that fit snugly on the top but flared out a little at the waist and stopped a few inches above the knee. Her legs were bare, and she wore white, low-heeled sandals that matched her dress. The mold of the dress to her breasts made me think at once that she probably wasn't wearing a bra. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders.

I offered my arm, and she took it, I escorted her to the dining room, where Brad was waiting, and pulled out her chair.

I was pleased to see that Liv was impressed. Brad had set a bouquet of red roses in a glass vase on the table.

"Brad, the flowers are beautiful!" she said. "You didn't have to do that."

"Thank you, love..., but... trust me... It was Steve's idea," he laughed.

"Steeeveee, you're the sweetest man ever, Angie really missed a star."

I set the plate with the food in front of them. I was no chef, but I did well that night. I'd gotten the recipes from Mom, little did she know about my desire for my best friend's wife.

Dinner consisted of slices of roast lamb, garlic mashed potatoes, and asparagus with hollandaise sauce. The sauce had been tricky, but I pulled it off, and when I set the plate in front of Liv, I could tell she was impressed. Her eyes widened, and she let out a long "oooooh."

Brad had turned off the overhead lights; our dinner was lit up only by candles burning on our table and on a side table in the dining room.

Brad had bought two fancy bottles of wine, and before we ate, he poured some of it into our glasses.

Liv was a beauty in any light, but in the flickering candlelight, her beauty was magical.

I raised a glass to toast her.

"Happy birthday to the best wife of a friend any man can have... Does that make sense?" I said.

We all laughed at my stupid comment before Liv came to her senses.

"Thank you so much, Steve," she said, her eyes shining and watery. I thought she might cry.

"I'm overwhelmed. I can't believe you did this, like I said, Angie... Your loss..."

Throughout dinner, whenever Liv turned away from me for whatever reason, AND when Brad wasn't looking, I snuck peeks at her legs, her breasts, and her thin waist, whatever was closest at that time, I guess. I tried to be discreet; I didn't want either of them to see that I was ogling her.

I couldn't tell if I was fully successful. A few times, she turned back quickly, and I think her eyes caught mine looking away. I couldn't be sure.

I've always liked food. Who doesn't like to eat? But until that night, I'd never thought of food or eating as something sensual or sexual. But watching Liv slowly and carefully cut a slice of lamb and raise it to her full lips with her fork changed the way I thought about food forever.

It was as though every one of my senses, for the first time in my life, had been turned on and amplified to the highest pitch possible. I noticed the squeak of the knife on her plate as she cut a piece from the lamb. I noticed the twinkling of light reflecting off her knife in the candlelight and the contrast between Liv's tanned skin and her white dress. I noticed the way the aroma of the food wafting up from the plate mixed with the smell of burning candle wicks. Most of all, I noticed the way her eyes widened with pleasure when she tasted the food I'd cooked for her.

Dinner was quieter than I expected but in a good way. We didn't say a lot, but that was because we were all enjoying eating. I knew Liv enjoyed it because she didn't say much during dinner.

To be honest, I can't even remember Brad's thoughts or words about the dinner.

"Steve, this lamb is wonderful," she said. "Everything is delicious. I had no idea you were such a good cook. You're going to have to cook more of the meals from now on." We all laughed.

Liv swallowed a forkful of asparagus and munched it with her eyes closed. A dollop of sauce spilled from between her lips and dribbled down her chin. I don't know why, but something was mesmerizing about it - the sauce I'd cooked tracing a crooked path from her lips and stopping at her pert chin. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

When she opened her eyes, she noticed I was staring at her.

"What are you looking at?" she asked.

"Oh, you have a little . . . " I said and held my finger to my chin to indicate where the sauce was.

"Oh," she said and picked up her napkin.

"No, wait," Brad said... "Let me," ... and quickly jumped in.

He leaned forward, reached across the table, put his finger to her chin, and swept up the drop of sauce. Then he put the tip of his finger to her lips. I don't think that he was thinking about what he was doing in front of me; he just did it. Liv didn't hesitate. She accepted his sensual gesture graciously and eagerly. She opened her lips, and he pressed his finger forward. Her lips closed around his outstretched finger, and she sucked the sauce off of it with a tender smacking sound.

She closed her eyes for a moment as her lips caressed his finger. I wondered if she was imagining herself somewhere else or if she imagined her lips on something else. When she reopened her eyes, she had pulled her lips off his finger.

Until that moment, I had never imagined I could be so aroused by the touch of a finger on a woman's lips. But I was. The electricity of the moment engulfed and surrounded me. And I think they both felt it, too. Her eyes were wide, and they didn't leave his.

After that, we ate in silence for a while. Liv didn't say anything, but I knew she was gonna fuck Brad so hard tonight. And I didn't like the thought of that. I was a very disturbed man.

When it was time for dessert, I pulled out a small cake I'd kept on the kitchen counter. I'd bought it at a store earlier that day. I lit candles and Brad and I sang "Happy Birthday" to Liv, whose eyes and smile shined and flickered in the dim dining room light, going from one of us to the other, then back.

When we were done with the cake, I took the plates to the kitchen and told my best friend and his hot wife to go to the living room and have some wine.

Brad was in his chair with Liv and me on the sofa once again, where we had been a few weeks before when she had exposed herself in her little shorts.

This time, Liv sat in her white dress, her bare feet folded under her bare legs.

In front of her were our gifts and colorful gift bags, with a card peeking out. Instantly I felt stupid not including a gift card as well.

"Wow, you guys," Liv said and smiled at us. "Wow... where do I start?"

"Steve's first," Brad insisted.

I felt elated since I had really paid attention to her looks at the Mall.

Liv unwrapped my gift and lifted the beautiful dress up before her.

"Wow, Steve, it's... its... I have been looking at this one for.... Wow."

"I know, Liv..."

"But... it's... very expensive, and it's too..."

"Stop it. I get to stay in your beautiful house with you guys, so stop that."

"Wow, thank you, Steve," she said. "And this is from you as well?"

"Yes."

I was nervous about the second gift I'd bought her. I was worried about both her and Brad's reaction, worried that she would get offended or angry, and worried that Brad would think I had overstepped my boundaries with his wife.

She unwrapped the second present and lifted them up one after the other: a pair of running shorts and a running bra. They matched - both were blue and black. The shorts were form-fitted and quite brief. The bra provided ample coverage and support to make Liv comfortable, but I knew it still would expose plenty of cleavage and the skin of her taut torso. I knew when I bought the gift that I was taking a risk, but I thought the risk was worth taking.

Liv didn't react right away. She held the shorts up in one hand and the bra in the other and looked both over carefully. I don't think she knew how to respond. I decided to jump in and explain before she reacted more.

"We were talking the other day about you needing a new running outfit," I said. "So I thought you could use something like this."

Liv's eyes grew wide and she looked at me with a wry smile.

"It's skimpy!" she said. "Am I supposed to go running in that?"

"Of course you are, most women your age run in that, it's not really that different, yes, different than your old outfit, but this is what women run in nowadays," I said and continued,

"I see women out on the trail dressed in something like that all the time. And they're not as good-looking as you are," I manage to say, not sure about either of their reaction.

"Well, thanks, Steve," she said.

"Nice job, man," Brad filled in after his brief whistle.

After a short pause for hugging and thanking me for my gift, it was time for Brad's gift.

"Open the card and then the gift."

She took her time reading the card. I had no idea what it said, but I could tell she was touched.

Then she pulled the bag toward her, put her fingers in it, and pulled out the contents. It was a bikini, bright red and very small. Not just small, but tiny-small.

I'd seen it on a mannequin at the store, and I immediately imagined it on Liv's body. I'd never seen her wear a bikini that small.

I convinced Brad to get that for her; he was a bit hesitant, but after some persuasion, I how grateful Liv would be and the sex he would get if he got that for her... well, I won, and to be honest, I was fixated on the idea of seeing her in it. I knew she would look awesome in it, and I had even rehearsed what to say when she saw it for the first time.

"That is a very small swimsuit, Brad," she said to me in a soft voice, not taking her eyes off it as she turned it over.

"I know it is, honey," Brad said. "I was thinking about what you said the other night. I felt bad about you thinking that you were getting fat. That's such nonsense. You look amazing, and every man will turn to watch you and admire your amazing body, honey... I want you to dress and act like the beautiful woman you are. Besides, you can get a better tan in a swimsuit this size."

Damn, Brad had beat me to my rehearsed speech, but he had the same idea, the one I had put in his head.

Liv still seemed a little skeptical as she held up the bikini and scanned the red fabric.

"Well, it's a good brand," she said. "And the quality seems to be good." She touched the fabric between her fingers. "But I'm not sure I can wear this in public... I appreciate the vote of confidence. Maybe I'll try it out here at home and see how I feel"

"That sounds like a good idea," Brad said, and I nodded.

"Happy birthday, honey," Brad said as he hugged her. Her firm breasts mashed against his chest as they embraced, and my dick stiffened at the thought of her in her skimpy swimsuit.

"You guys are so sweet," she said. "This evening was wonderful, the dinner, the roses, the presents. Best birthday ever.."

"Thanks, Liv," I said. "You're a wonderful woman, and we both wanted to show some appreciation, in different ways, of course."

We all laughed at the last comment, and we all understood.

She gestured at the running shorts and top lying next to her on the sofa. "You don't think that outfit's a little small for me to run around the neighborhood in?" she asked.

"No," we both said in unison.

"You are a serious runner. You want to wear something light and comfortable. It's functional. And you'll look great. Don't worry about it," I added.

"I have an idea, honey," Brad said. "Why don't you put on the running outfit, and we'll take a few photos of you. You can see if you like how you look in it, ok?"

Her face showed she was skeptical. I wasn't sure if it was because of uncertainty about how it would look on her or because of discomfort with posing for me.

"You're going to show these photos to other people?" she asked, concern on her face.

"Of course not," Brad said. "They are only for you to see if you feel comfortable in them, OK?"

"OK, I'll give it a try," she said. "Should I go put this on now?" She held it up.

"Yes," Brad answered just before I said the same words, I hoped that my eagerness didn't shine through, this was even more than I had expected.

"Take the shorts and top and put them on, and come back here. I'll get my camera and straighten up the room and get it ready for the photos."

With that instruction, Brad went to get his camera, and she went to her room, the little running outfit clutched in one hand.

Brad had a fairly good camera, way better than my phone. I used to have one, primarily to take pictures of Mom, but we'll get to that later.

The living room was well-lit, so the lighting was good. There was enough overhead light to ensure the photos wouldn't be too grainy, and the light from the candles and lamps would provide some interesting side lighting.

Brad adjusted the settings as I picked up the birthday packaging and set it aside so it wouldn't spoil the photos.

I heard soft footsteps on the floor and looked up and saw Liv. She was wearing her little running outfit. She looked a little tentative, a little nervous, but she also looked like a fitness goddess - lean and sculpted but with skin that still was soft and supple. The shorts sat low on her waist and high on her thighs, accentuating long, shapely legs and a toned and defined torso. The bra top was more substantial and provided more coverage than a normal bra would, but it still revealed a fair amount of cleavage, and the effect of the firm, compressive material was to push her boobs up and together, accentuating the depth of the groove between them. Liv's dark hair flowed over her bare shoulders and down her back.

"Honey, you look great," Brad said to boost her confidence. "These are going to be great. We've got good light too." Brad gestured around the room. I think Brad was as excited about showing off his sexy wife as I was watching her.

"Do you think this looks OK?" she asked. "I mean, to run in, around the neighborhood?"

"Better than OK, honey," Brad answered. "Trust me, you look wonderful, and Steve, good choice. Now, come over here, and I'll take some photos of you on the sofa."

Liv walked over to the sofa and sat down on it.

"Just sit upright on the sofa, hands on your lap, and smile at me. Cock your head to the side just a little. Not that much. Yes, that's right."

Following Brad's instructions seemed to enthrall Liv. She sat up straight and looked directly at him.

"Now give me a big smile," Brad said. She did, and it was a great smile.

He took a few photos of her in that position. Then I got another idea. I walked over to the dining room, pulled a long-stem red rose from the vase, walked back, and handed it to her.

"Hold the base of the stem of the rose, and hold it against you, with it just under your chin."

She did so.

"Excellent," Brad said and snapped a few shots. I felt Liv getting more comfortable and more at ease with me in the room.

Brad was giving her easy poses to do, and her smile lit up with the brilliant red rose in her hand. She didn't have to pose; she was just sitting straight up, smiling into the camera lens. The rose added an appropriate romantic touch to the scene.

"That's great, honey, good smile. Now, turn to the side a little, not quite 45 degrees. That's it. Shoulders back."

Brad was getting into it. I think he'd forgotten that there were supposed to be for her to look at to see if she felt comfortable with running in the outfit. No, Í think he was getting horny. Was it only because of his amazing wife, or was it because I was there... Were they gonna invite me into their bed chambers tonight? No, no way... but damn, I was getting horny.

In the first few poses, Brad had her strike completely innocent poses, but it was impossible to avoid noticing how sexy she looked in the short shorts and bra top. The mounds of her breasts strained against the tight-fitting bra. I was glad I wasn't the one holding the camera but the one who could just stare at her.

Then Brad decided to ramp up the sexiness of the shoot a little. He had Liv lie back on the sofa, head against the pillow, arms bent over her, one hand crossing over the other through the dark waves of her hair. He had her extend one leg in front of her (not fully straight, of course) and bend the other leg. Liv knew without coaching to point her toes, and for the first time in my life, I noticed that I had a fetish. I'm a guy, and feet had never done anything for me. But now, there was just something about Liv's feet - the curve of the instep, the thin ankles, the perfectly proportioned and - it appeared - freshly painted toenails.

I imagined my lips around one of those toes, spreading over them, taking everyone fully in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. And as soon as I thought about it, I did everything I could to purge the thought I didn't want to give away the rising temperature of my feelings for Liv.

Lying back on the sofa, Liv pushed her chest out an inch or two. She really was getting the hang of posing with minimal instructions and looked squarely into the lens. She turned her face down just slightly, looking up at Brad through thick eyelashes, and she let her lips part without smiling. It was a seductive look, no doubt about it. I think that Liv was seducing her husband, and he took his time over that pose and took several shots.