The best friends of our wife and I were still as yet, unmarried. They wanted to wait until after they finished college to tie to the knot. We couldn't wait.
As such, our friends were still living with their respective folks and so if they ever wanted to have sex they needed to find a "quiet" place. Our flat was the perfect option. We had a spare room and a spare mattress. We even had spare sheets. Blankets were a bit scarce, but they figured they could bring a sleeping bag or two (or three) and make do.
One morning, after they had spent the night, our friend Mike had to take off for an early class. Dorothy didn't have class until three so she thought she'd help around the house (as sort of payment for the use of the room). She was wearing only panties and a skimpy little top while doing dishes in the sink.
My wife had gotten up to take a shower and I was still lounging in bed (my wife wasn't in school and I was working but not due in for several hours). I got up to get some cereal for breakfast. I put some shorts on as a sleep commando... but once I got to the kitchen and saw that ass in those skimpy bikini panties the shorts were of little use.
I grabbed a bowl and filled it with cereal. I put in the milk and leaned back against the counter opposite the sink - just staring at that ass. My dick was getting harder and harder. Dorothy glanced around and said, "You're so quiet. Are you just going to stand there and stare?"
"Oh sorry," I replied. "I'm still a bit sleepy. Good morning."
"Good morning. Was it a good night?"
"Yes it was. We hardly heard a sound out of your room all night."
Dorothy laughed at this. "That's surprising as I thought I was screaming loud enough for the neighbors to hear." She had been. For at least a couple hours last night my wife and I made love to the sounds of our friends banging each other in the next room.
About this time I finished my cereal and went to put it over by the sink. Dorothy said as I put the bowl on the counter, "I can you if you like."
"What?" I said with a stammer thinking only of what I wouldn't give to put my cock in her right now.
"I said, I can do the bowl for you if you like."
"Oh yes." and then the temptation was too much. I leaned up behind her so she could feel my hard cock pressed between her ass cheeks, grabbed the bowl and slowly slid it into the water. "Yes, do me if you would be so kind."
Her ass started to move, obviously noticing my throbbing cock. My arms wrapped around her as my hips pressed into hers. She stopped doing dishes, and just stood there with her hands in the water, slightly turning her face to mine as our tongue reached out to find each other. I took the hint and slid a hand down to her crotch, inside the waistband of her panties and slowing guided a finger between her folds. She was soaking wet.
As my finger moved inside her, her hips began to buck faster and faster. She eventually took one hand out of the water, moved it behind her and into my shorts. The moment her warm wet hand grabbed my cock I thought I was going to explode. She grabbed and squeezed and then fumbled to try and get it out of my shorts. Once there, she arched her hips and said, "fuck me. fuck me now."
Guilt must have gotten the best of me, because I thought of my wife in the shower (also an erotic thought... but with a much different intension). I said to Dorothy, "Give me one minute."
I left Dorothy, cock still hanging out of my shorts. I walked into the bathroom where my wife was still taking a shower. I slid back the curtains to find her fingering herself. "Oh my" I said completely surprised.
"Sorry," she moaned. "I was still thinking about last night, Dorothy and Mike."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"You haven't been walking about the house like that, have you? You'll give Dorothy a heart attack with that thing... or cause her to soak herself at least." she said staring at my still very hard cock.
"Well, actually..."
"Oh, you've been fucking her then." and her fingers in her cunt started to move faster and faster.
