She was wearing a tight tank top that showed the lace of her bra and deep, creamy cleavage, a pair of cut off shorts riding high on her slender legs. An ivory pale redhead, and a rare beauty, Lila was a woman that I had found myself attracted to before, but now, in that outfit and only smoky brown eyeliner to accentuate amazing green eyes, I wondered if Greg, my husband, could see through me to know that looking at our friend sitting there on the couch was getting me wet.
We were drinking wine and making small talk, just as we had done a few times before, but there was a different charge in the air tonight, and I found my mind drifting toward pushing back Lila's auburn locks and spraying wet kisses down her throat while Greg watched. The way he was looking at me, half amused and questioning, told me that he was well aware of what I was thinking and that he liked it. We had always talked about having a three way experience if the situation were right, and it seemed so now, even with the way Lila leaned close to me when she spoke, but I dared not make the first move. Apparently, I did not need to.
Her small hand settled on my thigh, giving a squeeze as she said, completely out of context, "You know, Kate, you are one of the prettiest girls I know." As I turned my head to reply, her lips caught mine and I found myself engaged in a wet kiss, our tongues battling one another as her hand drifted up my leg, skipping the growing wetness in the seat of my sweats, her fingers cupping my breast and squeezing a nipple through the material of my own yellow tank top. I moaned, barely believing what was happening. Stealing a glance at Greg, I saw him on the other couch, legs slightly parted as he fondled the growing bulge in his shorts.
Trembling fingers pulled the front of my shirt down, and tenderly, Lila pulled my breasts from the constraints of my bra, leaving them propped up, by the underwire, my nipples rigid. Her mouth moved down to suck at each nipple and as I met my husband's eyes, his stroking slow and wanting as he mouthed the words, "I love you."
Lila was soon on her knees, pulling down my sweatpants, her fingers finding my soaked pussy and driving two fingers in with little ceremony. I nearly came right then, a little cry leaving my lips as the sensation ebbed and she settled into a slow pumping action. Greg was moving toward us now. Shorts coming down as I moaned, he knelt on the couch beside me, his stiff cock pushing against my lips. I took him into my mouth hungrily, hips pushing against Lila's fingers as she half stood to lick at the glistening member presented to us.
Greg looked as though he might faint, his breath catching as he watched his wife and friend lick and kiss him, Lila's tongue moving over his soft, shaved balls. Her fingers had not left me, and I slammed my hips up to meet each slow stroke. "We need to move this into the bedroom," Greg suggested, half out of breath.
Shakily, the three of us did just that, stripping down to nothing as we went.
