Group Sex My Wife's Best Friend

Author Notes: Thank you for the wonderful reception you've given me on the first two chapters in this series. The characters took over and wrote the last quarter of this chapter, expressing their feelings and surprising me a bit. As a writer, I love it when that happens. While I may somewhat second-guess them, I left it mostly as they wrote it.

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

Sitting on the couch, playing a video game, I was a bit startled when the front door suddenly opened. I paused the game and looked up to confirm that it was Brooke, my wife, home from work. She greeted me with a smile on her pretty oval face as she closed the door behind her.

"How was work today?" Brooke asked me, as she hung her purse on the hat rack by the front door that we used for everything except hats.

"The usual bullshit," I replied, as I put down the controller and gave her a smile. "I got home thirty minutes ago. How was your day?"

As I stood up, Brooke wrinkled her cute little nose and replied, "I had an interesting conversation with Suzanne today."

"What about?" I asked as I stood impassively for a moment, watching her unbutton her green blouse and reveal her beautiful full c-cup tits to me, held in place by her lacy black bra.

"Olive Garden," she replied as she stepped up to me and kissed me.

I laced my fingers into her long blonde hair as we kissed for a moment, her breath minty as I ran my tongue around hers inside her mouth. When, finally, she broke the kiss, dropped her mouth to my neck, and began gently nibbling, I moaned and asked, "Has she never heard of Olive Garden?"

Brooke laughed as she stepped back, pulled her blouse off, and tossed it aside. "No, it's not that. What happened was that I told her how we had such a romantic dinner at Olive Garden last week."

"Yeah," I nodded before pulling my tee-shirt up and over my head, recalling how much fun it had been. I tossed it behind me as I added, "I love that place."

Brooke reached down and pulled at my belt, unbuckling it, as she explained, "Well, she was really surprised. She laughed and told me that it's a family chain restaurant and that she didn't understand how we could have possibly had a romantic night there."

"Really?" I asked, surprised. "Maybe lunch is like that, but dinner? The lights are dim, and they only use the booths around the bar. Besides, where did she want us to go? Vinnie's? Like we could afford that," I said as Brooke knelt down in front of me. At five-three she was already a good bit shorter than I was, so kneeling put her way down there.

"That's what I told Suzanne," she told me with a smile, her big brown eyes rolling up to look at my face. I took the smile to be a reference to a conversation we had just had the previous night about how we were already starting to think alike. As I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans for her, since it wasn't even easy for me to unbutton them myself, she explained, "Well, she said that she did have dinner there and that it was nothing like what I had told her."

"With the dim lights, the booths, the service, the wine? ... umm... was she talking about the one next to the mall?" I asked, as Brooke tugged my jeans off my hips and down my legs.

"Bingo!" she exclaimed with a husky chuckle. As she pulled my boxers down, revealing my semi-hard dick, she said, "It took me a minute to figure that out too." She was no longer looking into my eyes, her eyes glued to my revealed crotch.

"Yeah, it's weird how they can be so different," I acknowledged as Brooke wrapped her warm fingers around my growing cock.

"So, I took her to ours for lunch and she admitted that it had potential," she told me as she stroked my shaft, milking it slightly to encourage it to grow more quickly.

"You need to take her at night," I contributed as I groaned in pleasure at my wife's touch. Her hand was soft but her grip firm against my most sensitive flesh.

"You like that?" she whispered, her breath warm against my balls.

I nodded and breathed, "Yeah." My cock was fully hard at that point.

She asked, "How about this?" as Brooke took my hard rod into her mouth.

I could feel her hot tongue against the sensitive underside of my cock, sending bolts of pleasure through me. Her lips wrapped delicately around the neck of my dick which was also very sensitive, flooding my brain with desire. "Your mouth is so warm," I whispered.

As Brooke pressed her head forward, driving her lips steadily down my shaft, and the head deep into her mouth and against her throat, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. As she pulled her head back, sucking strongly with soft slurping sounds, she let her bra fall to the floor. Pulling her mouth from my dick for a second, she sexily asked, "You like getting your cock sucked?"

My mouth agape, my breathing heavy, I couldn't even respond as I looked down at how sexy she looked as she worked on me.

Without waiting for, or needing, a reply she sucked my dick back into her mouth, pressing it deeply inside, swallowing at the head so she could get her lips down to the base of my shaft.

I groaned and called softly to her, "Oh yeah, suck that cock!"

Pulling her head halfway off my rod, she rolled her eyes up at me, looking at my face. She, slowly bobbing her head back and forth, stroked the top half of my shaft with her lips. Then she pulled off and stroked my wet cock with her fist as she asked, "Does that feel good?"

Again, not waiting for a response, she swallowed my cock again, as I managed to moan, "Oh shit! Yeah, I love that!"

She bobbed on my dick over and over until I had to put my hands on her head, so I didn't fall over. She reached up and pressed my hands firmly to her head, to let me know to leave them there, before she took my ass in her hands, pulling me into her as fast and hard as possible.

I loved the feel of her warm hands on the cheeks of my ass and I knew what she wanted. It was a rather new thing we had started doing and something she absolutely loved. With my hands, I did my best to pull her head onto my dick in sync with how deep and fast she was blowing me. Together we went faster and faster, harder and harder, eventually my balls slapping firmly against her chin as I fucked her mouth.

Brooke breathed in strongly through her nose as best she could. She opened her throat as she gobbled my dick into her throat over and over, pounding her nose against my abdomen. Her hands gripped my ass firmly as she fucked me with her face.

After a few moments I breathlessly, reluctantly, asked her, "You want me to come like this?"

Brooke stopped and pulled her head off my dick. She was breathing heavily as she slowly stroked my dick with her hand, her saliva coating her chin and falling into her cleavage. "Fuck no!" she finally managed to gasp.

We both took a moment, breathing heavily, to catch our breaths. Then we smiled at each other.

Brooke wiped her chin before pushing me back onto the couch. As she released my dick, she pulled my pants off my feet, and moved up between my thighs. As she knelt down in front of me and wrapped her warm tits, the cleavage still slick with her saliva, around my hard cock, she looked at me and said, "So, James, that got me thinking about everything that happened last weekend."

"Oh?" I asked, not realizing we were still conversing about her day. I didn't mind, as long as she didn't stop pleasuring me.

"Yes," she said as she slowly stroked her tits up and down my cock, my balls pressing against her firm flat stomach, the shaft between her tits, and the head poking in and out of her tight cleavage. "You like fucking my tits?"

"Feels amazing," I told her. "Your tits are so soft and warm around my cock."

She smiled at me as she kept stroking me between her breasts. She said, "So, the whole restaurant thing got me thinking."

"Oh?" I asked, still not registering that she was talking about anything other than my cock between her beautiful tits.

She nodded and continued, "I was thinking about how we drank all that wine. Then I started thinking about some of the awkward questions you asked."

"Awkward questions?" I asked, worried somewhere in the back of my mind about what was coming next. It was hard to concentrate when her tits felt so good against the sensitive flesh of my cock.

Looking down at her own tits as she bounced them on my lap, she mused, "I love seeing your cock sliding between my tits. That's so fucking hot!" Then, she looked up at me, her brown eyes sparkling.

The pleasure was building again, and I knew she could see that. Still, it felt so good to be fucked by her tits. "We need to do this more often," I told her.

Brooke nodded but pulled off my cock. She stood up and, as she took off her skirt, she told me, "Yeah, well, the wine had made the questions seem natural at the time, but, this afternoon, I started thinking."

"Thinking?" I asked dumbly as I just sat there and watched her take off her panties, leaving her lightly tanned pale body completely nude in front of me. Her nipples were hard and her hairless pussy red with excitement. I was having trouble following the conversation; a conversation I didn't even want to have.

As she stepped onto the couch, one leg on either side of me, she said, "I think, that night, you were trying to figure out if I had been cheating on you with Nikki."

"What?" I asked, feigning shock. I began "I was just -"

Brooke pressed her pretty pussy into my face, silencing me, as she said, "Eat me, Baby!" Then, as I cupped my mouth around her mound, and began slowly caressing her hard clit with my tongue, she added, "Now, don't lie to me Honey. Let's not go there, okay?"

I cupped her ass in my hands, holding her tight against my face. I buried my face in her pussy and ate her as best I could, using that as an excuse not to answer her. I also wanted to make her feel so good that she forgot all about it. I had discovered that she had been faithful, but I didn't want her to know I had been fishing for that information. I didn't want her to realize I had even doubted, or questioned, her fidelity.

Brooke braced her hands on the back of the couch as she whispered, "You do know how I like it, don't you?"

Like so many of her questions, it didn't require an answer. I did know what turned her on. I gently sucked at her pussy flesh as she sat on my upturned face.

"Oh yeah, that's it Baby. Eat that pussy!" she demanded.

I was happy to obey. I stroked my tongue up and down her slit, dipping into her cunt as I worked up to her clit and then back down again, stimulating all of her pussy.

"Suck my clit," she ordered.

Obediently, I wrapped my lips tightly around her hard little bud. I sucked firmly at it to be sure I stayed right on it and it didn't get away from me.

"Oh God!" she groaned. "You eat my pussy better than anyone ever has!"

That was music to my ears, despite my wife's svelte thighs, pressing against them. I didn't really think I did anything special, but I knew exactly how hard she liked it, where she liked to be licked and where she didn't, and at that moment, exactly how much suction to make her clit sing. Also, once I got into a rhythm, I knew better than to change the tempo or method of pleasing her clit. Once she started squirming a certain way, I knew I had hit on the right combination and, being my wife, I knew the combination by heart. The trick after that, for Brooke, was not to change it up, but the keep doing it and let her passion rise higher and higher at its own pace.

"Oh yeah, that's it Baby," she told me when she felt that I was sucking her clit exactly how she wanted me to. She told me, "Oh shit! I'd love to just sit on your face all day long, Baby!"

"Mm-hm," I moaned a vibration up into her pussy as I continued to gently suck and lick at her clit.

"Just like that, Baby," she whispered passionately. Then she moaned, "You're gonna make me come!"

I didn't change what I was doing in the slightest. I held firm to my wife's round firm ass and stroked her clit between my lips just as I had done for the prior several minutes.

"Aaahhh!" Brooke shouted as she came. Her girl cum leaked from her cunt and her legs started to tremble, but she firmly gripped the couch, so she didn't fall off.

As I looked up my wife's body, and between her large firm tits, to see her close her eyes in orgasm I sucked firmly at her clit. I could feel her girl-cum washing from her cunt, down my chin, and then to my neck and chest. I held her tight to my face as I knew that if I could continue to suck firmly at her clit as she came it would intensify her climax.

Brooke grunted in passion as her orgasm crashed over her and, then, finally began to subside. Her breathing slowed suddenly, and she looked down at me.

I released her clit and began slowly licking up and down her slit. She now tasted rich and musky, the thin clear juices from her orgasm having a stronger scent than her thicker pre-orgasm juices.

Brooke finally told me, "That was amazing."

I smiled at her, which, she could only see my eyes do since my mouth was still occupied.

Brooke backed up off the couch, knelt between my legs again, and began stroking my cock, which had deflated somewhat. Concentrating on eating her pussy had taken most of my focus, causing my passion to dip. She looked up at me and said, "James, my love," her breath hot against my cock, "now that I'm fully sober and we are alone, I need to look you in the eyes and tell you something."

She took my cock into her mouth and sucked me quickly to full hardness as I said, "Oh? I don't think you need to -"

She lifted her head and said, "James, shh... Listen to me." She took my cock deep into her face again, pressing the head to the back of her throat and then lifting off, leaving it slick with her saliva. As she crawled up on me, she said, "Nikki is my best friend. I love her more than anyone on this planet..." As she aimed my cock at her pussy she looked into my eyes and, as she sat her tight wet cunt down around my slick prick, she concluded, "... except for you!"

I groaned with pleasure at the feel of my wife's warm pussy wrapped tightly around my hard cock. Her words rang in my ears and made me feel that everything would be alright after all. Not realizing what I was saying, maybe I just wanted to hear it again, I asked, "Me?"

Brooke rose a few inches off my lap and settled back down again. "Of course, you!" she told me. As she began rocking her hips back and forth, stroking my cock in and out of her pussy a couple inches on each stroke, she whispered passionately to me, "I love fucking you. Your cock is amazing. I love living with you. I trust you in all things. I love being married to you. Nikki is my best friend. You are my husband. I have pledged my life to you."

With each statement she made to me she stroked me harder and faster. My only response was to groan.

She smiled as she fucked me. She asked, "That pussy feel good sliding up and down your long hard cock?"

"So fucking good!" I agreed.

"Oh yeah, deep in that pussy," she murmured. "That good for you?"

"Amazing," I replied. I could see the concern in her eyes. Through the fog of pleasure, I told her, "I understand that you were just helping Nikki."

"Do you?" she asked. "You know this pussy belongs to you, Baby!" she told me as she fucked me with it, now slowly rocking back and forth against my lap. "James, I have not cheated on you in our marriage and I never will!"

I nodded at that. I had come to believe that but, if I were honest with myself, I still had doubts.

She looked concerned at my reaction. She said, "Let me ask you something." When I nodded, she put one hand on my knee behind her, leaned back, and began rolling her waist sexily back and forth.

I watched her firm breasts sway on her chest as she moved. I examined her slim waist working sexily against me. I became mesmerized at her cunt gripping my prick as she stroked my cock in and out of her body. She was so beautiful.

She asked me, "Am I young enough and pretty enough to get any guy that I want?"

I chuckled through the passion and replied, "Obviously."

"Am I hypergamous?" she asked, never faltering in slowly stroking my dick with her clasping cunt.

"What's that?" I asked, confused.

"Did I marry you for your money?" she clarified.

I laughed and said, "You make more money than I do!"

"Exactly," she said. "I married you because I love you. I'm not a gold-digging bitch. If I wanted to cheat on you, I'd have never married you. I take my vows very seriously."

"Good," I said.

"You hear that?" she asked me. "You hear that?" she repeated.

"What?" I asked. I didn't know what she was talking about.

"Oh shit! That's my juicy pussy all over your cock!" she explained.

The sexy wet sound of sex was loud in the room now that I listened for it. It made my cock harder just hearing such a thing. I groaned with pleasure.

Brooke put her hands back on my shoulders and pounded her butt down against my lap faster and faster, driving my cock deep inside her over and over again. "Fuck! I love this cock!"

"Yeah?" I asked as I put my hands on her hips and helped her stroke herself down against me. "You like that?"

"Oh yeah!" she breathed. "Oh God! Oh fuck! Yes, yes, yes, yes!" she cried out as her orgasm approached and then crashed over her. "Fuck!" she grunted as she sat full on my lap, grinding her pussy against me, my prick lodged all the way inside of her, the head pressing against the back of her cunt.

"Mm," I moaned as I felt her fuckhole ripple up and down my shaft as she orgasmed, her cunt involuntarily trying to milk my dick.

"Oh yeah," Brooke slowly exhaled as her breathing suddenly slowed. "Wow," she said with a smile as she looked at me as if she were just then noticing that I was sitting there. "Feels so good!" she told me.

"Yeah?" I asked, nowhere near coming yet. I was proud of how long I was able to last. It didn't use to behave so well for me, but with experience I found myself more able to hold back without coming or deflating.

"Mm hm. Good and deep in my cunt! Um... what was I saying?" she asked, as she gently rocked her hips back and forth, still fucking me. "Oh yeah; Nikki. Look James, let me be clear. I did fuck Nikki while we were engaged but not while we were married. I also have not fucked any guy since the day I first met you."

I found it so odd how well I was able to concentrate on what she was saying as her cunt slowly stroked my cock. Leaned back, I was able to rotate my hips and help her, fucking up into her in time to her rocking against me. I stated, "You were dating a couple guys when we met."

"Oh yeah, fuck that pussy," she purred before my statement registered with her. Then she asked, "I was dating Mark and Josh, yes. Do you remember how we first met?"

As I hunched up into her, driving my prick up into her body over and over I replied, "Yeah, Christmas shopping."

She smiled at me and lifted off my lap about four inches and held herself there for me to fuck up into her. "My cunt is so wet for you!"

"This feels so fucking good!" I told her.

She nodded and then managed to fight through the pleasure to ask, "Remember how I was dead set on getting a particular game for my nephew and you talked me out of it?"

"Pretty stupid, I know," I grunted as I fucked up into her a little faster.

"Not at all," she told me. "You were smart, but you didn't talk down to me. I noticed that right away. You were respectful and kind as you talked enthusiastically about how discs were on their way out and downloads were where it was at. You were right, of course." She gripped my shoulders firmly as she added, "Oh yeah, pump that pussy, James. Pump that fucking cunt!"

I slammed my hips up against her harder and harder.

Her eyes glassy, Brooke asked, "Do you like seeing my tits bounce while we fuck?"

"You are so sexy," I told her as I stroked up into her over and over, driving my prick up into her cunt hard enough on each stroke for my balls to tap her asshole and her tits to bounce up and down. After a while I gasped with each stroke, "I was... usually... so... shy... but not... with you!"

"That was our chemistry," she groaned with pleasure. "I always thought you were the cutest guy I had ever met. I still do," she told me as she looked down between her tits to watch my cock stroke in and out of her body. "Come on. Keep on fucking me!" she urged. "You know how I like it!"

I didn't falter, fucking up into her with all my might.

"Oh yeah! Oh fuck!" she exclaimed with a squeal to let me know she was getting close.

"There it is! Come for me," I urged.

"Oh, Baby! Yes, just like that! Oh my god, I'm gonna fucking come on your dick!" she warned.

"Come!" I commanded. I stroked up into her a good dozen more strokes, fucking her through her orgasm, her fuck juices coating my cock and balls completely. I knew the couch was going to have another stain on it. Oh well.

After shouting her orgasm, Brooke sat full onto me as her strength gave out and her breathing slowed. As she rested atop me, my hard cock pulsing strongly deep inside of her, she told me, "God, you feel so good."

After she had collected herself a bit and I caught my breath I asked, "So, when did you break up with them?"

"Mm. I broke my date with Mark that night to go out with you. Remember how we talked all night?" she asked as she leaned back and braced her right hand on my knee.

"Well," I said with a smile, "we talked for a few hours until you fucked the shit out of me."

She laughed and said, "I couldn't help myself. We got along so great and you were such a good fuck that I broke up with Mark and Josh the next morning. I never even kissed them again." She reached down to my balls with her left hand.

I was surprised that she had broken up with them. I hadn't known that. I asked, "What if I hadn't called you back?"

She laughed. "I didn't think that was going to happen but, if it did, you showed me what I was really looking for and, even if I never saw you again, I knew that Mark and Josh were not it."

"Well, you were right. I did call," I conceded.

Holding my cock by its base she lifted her ass off my lap until my cock was free of her clasping cunt, she said, "I've never met anyone like you James."

"No pressure," I replied. The cool air on my slick prick was jarring but I let Brooke have her way.

She looked down her body into my eyes and said, "Oh, Honey. You just keep being you." She settled her butt back down but this time I felt the pressure of her little asshole against the head of my cock. As her small sphincter opened wide under the pressure of her weight pressing it down on my dick, she added, "I'm not some bitch that wants to change you. I swear I'm not."

I groaned at the tightness of her ass around my slick dick. As the head popped inside and Brooke held herself still for a moment, I groaned, "Whoa, that's a tight ass." Then, after a moment, I told her, "You are the first girl I've ever met that didn't want to change me."

She smiled at me. "I love you just as you are. Big fucking dick in my ass and all," she told me with a mischievous little smirk as she slowly stroked her ass down my cock, one inch at a time, up and down, until finally, she sat her ass fully down on my prick, burying the entire length inside her butt.

"Fuck yeah," I sighed.

As Brooke, both hands on my knees, began lifting her ass off my lap and dropping it back down, fucking her ass down around my hard prick, she said, "I am so fucking fortunate to have found you. Look at your cock going in and out of my ass. Look at it, James. I don't know of anyone that can last as long as you can, except some porn star in a video somewhere which is probably edited like crazy or some dude on Viagra who comes but keeps going. No, you are amazing. I feel like I have so much. I have plenty of cock with just you, Honey. Plenty! Then I looked at poor Nikki who had none. That's it! I just wanted to share you. Maybe even show you off. I trust you won't leave me, and you have to know I'd never ever leave you. Besides, it actually turned me on to share you."

As I slipped two fingers in her sopping cunt and rubbed her clit with a thumb, I said, "I had no idea sharing me would turn you on."

"Neither did I," she grunted as she began slapping her butt down against my thighs, fucking herself deeply up the ass. "You know," she gasped between moans, "if you weren't into it, I'd have called it off."

I nodded as she fucked me with her ass. I could feel the top side of my cock sliding in and out of her ass with my fingers through the thin membrane separating her ass from her cunt. It was so fucking hot to me.

"Fuck! This feels good," she told me. "Holy shit!"

I smiled at her. "You like that hard cock in your ass?"

"Fuck yes! And with your fingers working on my pussy. Shit! Keep doing that and I'm going to come!" she explained as she fucked me faster and faster.

"Yeah?" I breathed, my cock tingling as her tight ass stroked its entire length over and over. "You keep doing that and I'm going to come too."

Her eyes grew wide and she said, "Fuck yes. That's it. Oh god. Come with me, Baby. Give it to me!"

I groaned with pleasure. "Yes, fuck it!" I grunted.

Brooke didn't slow, the slapping sounds of her ass against my hips loud in our little house. "I fucking love it in my ass," she whispered.

"So fucking tight," I groaned as I neared my orgasm, nearly at the point of no return.

"Oh yeah," she said, fucking me harder and harder, driving herself toward an anal orgasm. My fingers in her pussy and my thumb on her clit was an effort to give her a triple climax; anal, vaginal, and clitoral. I didn't know if it was possible to time it right, but I was trying. "You are a lot of man for my little ass to handle!"

"Oh fuck, yes," I told her as my orgasm swept over me, my thighs tingling and my balls tight as I felt myself pass the point of no return.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she gasped and then grunted in orgasm. She shouted a long high moan as she came. She sat full down on my cock, her entire weight on my lap but then her hands slipped from my knees and she fell back on to my legs.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned as the cum raced up my shaft, despite being tightly gripped in my wife's ass, and blasted deeply into her bowels. I blasted wad after wad of jism far up inside of her. I felt none of it seep back out as I pumped all of my cum into her ass.

"Oh my fucking god," she groaned. "I can feel you filling me up, Baby. Oh, fuck, give it to me."

I grabbed her arms and pulled her up onto me as my balls finished draining up inside of her until her head was on my shoulder, and her tits pressed against my chest. I leaned back.

We sat like that for several minutes. My cock stayed hard for a very long time, lodged deep in her ass. When it finally started to deflate and my cum ran out of her ass and down onto my thighs, she said, her head remaining on my shoulder, "See what I mean? You're one hell of a fuck for just little ole me to handle." Then she chuckled that evil little laugh.

"Plenty of me to go around?" I asked.

"Exactly," she sighed. "You know," she said, "now that Nikki knows how to make herself come more easily, we may not have any more threesomes with her."

"Oh?" I asked, not meaning to sound so disappointed and instantly regretting the tone.

"I know," she told me. "It was so hot. I think, if Nikki really doesn't want to do it anymore, I might be willing to share you with someone else."

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

She nodded and said, "It turns me on. I don't think you'll leave me."

I told her, "Yeah, a wife as hot and sexy as you, who doesn't want to change me, and who not only lets me fuck other women but actually wants to have threesomes? Anyone leaving a wife like you would be a complete moron."

She lifted off me a bit and kissed me. She kissed me deeply and gently. We well and truly loved each other. All of my doubts had been reassured and I felt such love for Brooke in that moment that I had never loved her more.

When she broke the kiss, I realized that my cock had fallen from her ass and was half-hard, resting on the couch. It was going to be a deep stain, but it had been worth it.

"I haven't talked to Nikki for a few days," Brooke told me.

"Don't you guys talk every day?" I asked.

"Yeah," she nodded. "It's really strange. I hope she's okay."

"I hope she's not upset with us," I said.

"For showing her that she responds best to anal? I wouldn't think so. Still, I'll give her a call later tonight and find out what's going on."

"Maybe she's dating someone and is too busy coming to call you," I said as Brooke got off me and stood up.

"Don't worry, Baby. If she's moved on, I'll find us someone new," she said with a smile.

I smiled back at her. It was like she was reading my mind.

It took all night for Brooke to get Nikki on the phone. I didn't hear the conversation but after they talked for a few minutes, she hung up and mused, "Well, that was interesting."

"Oh?" I asked.

"Yeah, I just spoke to Nikki and she said that she wants to meet us tomorrow."

"Has she been dating? What did you find out?" I asked.

"Nothing. She seemed really upset and maybe on the verge of tears. I don't know what's wrong," Brooke told me.

"Okay, well, tomorrow is Friday. We both get paid. So, we can go out again if you want to," I told her.

"I'll text her in the morning and ask her what she wants to do," Brooke said. "I don't want to ask her tonight. She sounded really weird."

The next day, my wife texted me, *Nikki invited us to her place for dinner at 7. She's cooking. *

That made me chuckle, but also really piqued my interest as to what Nikki was thinking and feeling.

So, it was with great anticipation, as well as trepidation, that I worked through the day and drove home. I changed out of my work clothes and put on my best shirt, a blue silk blend tropical shirt with snaps down the front. I changed my pants to a pair of black slacks with no underwear. If she was planning on telling us to back off and go away, I was going to dress my best to make her think twice.

When Brooke got home, she changed into a black bra and panties, a denim skirt, and a red tank top. She brushed her hair, the curls she had put in the week prior having relaxed and left a wave in her pretty blonde mane. After touching up her makeup, she grabbed her purse and we headed out.

When we arrived, we parked and walked up to Nikki's apartment. We knocked and it took her a minute before she opened the door.

Nikki stood in the doorway, dressed in a long blue dress covered with an apron, that hid her svelte five-nine frame. She looked apprehensive as she said, "Come on in." I had never seen her so nervous, if at all.

We came in and followed her to the kitchen. She was cooking Cuban Picadillo, rice, and a key lime pie. I didn't understand why she felt the need to wear an apron when she was preparing something so basic.

"Go ahead and have a seat. It'll be ready in just a minute," Nikki told us.

Brooke and I looked at each other. We knew that Nikki would tell us what she wanted to in her own time and that the best course was just to follow her instructions.

We sat down and let her serve us. She took off her apron, revealing her pretty blue dress, which I had never seen before. It had a plunging neckline, showing off the tanned skin of her chest all the way down to below her perky little breasts.

We ate. We talked about politics and religion. We discussed current events and the local weather.

When we had all eaten our fill and enjoyed a little wine, Nikki took a deep breath and said. "Okay, here's what I want to talk to you guys about."

She was so nervous. I wanted to put her at ease, but I also wanted her to just tell us what the issue was. "What's wrong?" I asked with a concerned empathetic tone.

She sighed and said, "I am so fucking frustrated."

"What about?" Brooke asked, mirroring my tone.

"Well, last weekend was amazing, right? I learned so much about what I need; talk about eye-opening. I really appreciate what you both did for me. You really went above and beyond," she told us, sincerity obvious in her eyes. Then she took a deep breath and said, "I couldn't wait to start dating again and have a better experience. Well, in the last week I have had a date every single day."

"Every day?" Brooke asked, surprised.

Nikki smiled shyly and nodded. She thought for a moment and then told us, "The first one was Andrew, an old boyfriend of mine. He was so sweet when we were going out and, so, I called him up. We had dinner and went back to his place. I didn't know how to bring it up so, basically, as he's fucking me, I finally told him that he could put it in my ass. He said, 'No, it's okay.' I asked him 'please', and he told me that anal was not his thing. Then, before I knew it, he came."

"Did you not make it clear to him what you needed?" I asked.

"I talked to him afterward and he told me, again, that anal was not his thing and, basically, if I needed that I should look elsewhere," she told me before taking a big sip of wine.

"So, that guy's an idiot," I declared softly.

Nikki gave me a wry smile. She continued, "Well, I went to a bar the next night. I met a nice-looking guy. He took me to his hotel room, and, at one point, I told him that I wanted him to fuck me in the ass. Well, he took that as his cue to turn psycho on me. He rolled me over and just started fucking my ass right there. It was dry and it hurt. Then, once it started feeling halfway okay, he came. Turned out I was bleeding, which freaked him out and he basically kicked me out of his hotel room."

"Whoa! You need to be more careful, Honey," Brooke told her.

"Are you saying he basically raped you?" I asked, shocked.

"No, not really. I never told him to stop," she told me, shaking her head. "It did start to feel good, he just really rushed it before I was ready. I don't blame him."

I gave her a doubtful look.

She shook her head and said, "Anyway, the next night I wanted to find someone a little better and I went out with a co-worker. I was hoping he'd be able to work out but when I blew him in the car he came in my mouth. Then, later, he couldn't get it up. So, that was a complete bust."

"Guys have different stamina. You definitely need one that can last," Brooke told her.

Nikki nodded. She said, "Then I thought I had finally found a nice guy at the supermarket. We went out last night. I brought him back here and I explained the whole thing to him. He told me that it was not a problem and he'd do me right. Well, it went pretty well. I blew him to get his dick wet and he went right to gently fucking my ass. Then, I was seconds away from my first orgasm when he pulled out and shot his load on my ass. If he had come in my ass I'd have come, but he decided to pull out. Then his phone started ringing. He looked at it and told me that he had to get going before his wife missed him."

We gasped in surprise.

Nikki hastily added, "I swear that I had no idea he was married! After he left, I used my dildo on my ass and, yes, I made myself come, but, damn, it's just not the same. I'm so unsatisfied with my results from the last week that I don't know what to do," she concluded sadly.

"Oh, Honey," Brooke said sympathetically, "I'm so sorry."

Nikki shook her head and said, "I know there have to be guys out there that could be good for me but they're probably all married, like James. I don't want to be a homewrecker to anyone, especially you, Brooke. I don't know what to do. It's not like I can ask you to share James with me every fucking weekend." She looked to be on the verge of tears.

"Why not?" Brooke asked without hesitation, confused.

"Because I don't want to come between you," she replied instantly. "I love you guys and wouldn't want to interfere with your lives like that. I don't want to break up any marriage. I'm not like that."

"Well," Brooke said slowly, looking at me to make sure I was okay and then at Nikki. "What if, instead, I asked you to help me fuck James every weekend?"

"What?" she asked, dumbfounded.

"James is too much for one woman to handle," she explained. "You and I both know that. I loved our threesome last weekend. It turned me on so much." Seeing that Nikki was taken aback at what she was saying but wasn't objecting, Brooke took Nikki's hand in hers and asked, "Nikki, will you please help me with James? Can we have a threesome with you? Maybe we can make it a usual Friday night thing? Would you be okay with that?"

"Do you really mean that?" she asked Brooke. Then she asked me, "Every Friday?"

I nodded. I was so relieved that this was her issue and it wasn't something more serious. Of course, to her it was serious. I was determined, more than ever, to remedy that situation. I loved Brooke but Nikki was our best friend. I loved her too. I hated to see her so sad.

Nikki smiled and said, "Well, I know you, Brooke. You can definitely handle James, but I also know that he does offer enough to share. I don't know how he does it. So, while I think you're mostly full of shit, I do see a hint of truth."

Brooke and I couldn't help but laugh at that.

Nikki was quiet for a long moment and then added, "Yeah, um, having a threesome with you guys ever Friday night would be awesome for me. How long do you guys see doing this? I mean, we can't do this every weekend for the next ten years."

"Why not?" I asked. "What's the problem?"

"Well, what if you guys have kids?" she asked me, incredulous.

Brooke laughed and said, "Yeah, once you have kids you can't have sex any longer."

Nikki laughed and said, "Okay. Well, what if I want to get married?"

"I'll be your maid of honor," Brooke told her. "Look, if you don't want to, that's fine. I think James and I are really into this and, so, we'll probably get someone else if you want to bow out. It wouldn't be as much fun, because we wouldn't love her like we love you, but there's no pressure, Honey. You're my BFF for life, regardless; no matter what. Okay?"

Nikki breathed a huge sigh of relief. Then she pulled Brooke's hand to her face and kissed her fingers. "This offer is more than I could have ever hoped for and I don't know what to say."

I took Nikki's other hand in mine and asked, "What do you want?"

She smiled at me and said slowly, "Oh James, well, I um, I really want to get fucked in my ass, but I want to know about the future too."

I smiled back at her and replied slowly and deliberately, choosing my words carefully, "Well, we're telling you that we're willing to do this for as long as you want to. If you want to do this until the three of us are all wrinkled, I'm down with that."

Both women laughed at that. I noticed that Brooke did not object but actually added, "He means when we're really old. Crow's feet don't count."

Nikki laughed at that as well. When that died down, she got this sexy look in her eye and said, "Well, if that's the case..." She released Brooke's hand, stood up, came to me, bent down, and kissed me.

Kissing her back, I let her open my mouth and her tongue enter, toying with my tongue. She tasted like the key lime pie she had just eaten, but, then again, so did I. My free left hand reached up of its own volition and cupped her right breast.

Brooke said, "Well, I guess that settles that."

Nikki broke our kiss, laughed, and stepped back away from me with a smirk on her face. She downed the last of her glass of wine and said, "Let's take this to the couch."

While Nikki headed to the couch and Brooke followed her, I made a detour to the bathroom and peed. While sometimes it's good to need to pee a little bit, needing it a lot was not good at all. Being a guy, it didn't take me more than a minute to pee and then wash my hands. I grabbed a hand towel, soaked it and wrung it out. I figured I might need it soon.

As I stepped out of the bathroom and glanced around, I saw that Brooke and Nikki were sitting on the couch. I couldn't hear the end of their short conversation.

Nikki beamed a smile in my direction, lifted her sexy tanned arm and waved me toward her, calling, "Come here, Sexy."

I smiled inwardly, and outwardly, at that. I had to admit to myself that this whole situation was a huge ego boost to me over where I had been just a couple weeks earlier. As I passed the little table beside the couch, I dropped off the hand towel. It was within range if I needed it. "Who are you calling sexy?" I asked. "Look at the two of you," I complemented, Brooke in her red tanktop and Nikki in her blue dress were a site to behold as I stood in front of them.

Nikki reached forward and hooked her fingers into the waist of my slacks. As she tugged me closer, she said, "Get over here!"

As Nikki unbuckled my belt, I bent down to kiss Brooke.

Brooke kissed me back passionately as her hands pulled at my shirt, the snaps popping open easily. She caressed my bared chest for a moment, her hands gliding gently across my skin. After a moment she pushed her hands up to my shoulders and down my arms, pushing my shirt to the floor.

When my hands were free of my shirt, I cupped my wife's pretty face with my left hand as we kissed. I loved Brooke more than anything else in the world, and the feel of Nikki working on my pants was completely wicked and a total turn-on to me.

She easily unhitched and unzipped my slacks before quickly pushing them down off my hips where they puddled at my feet, my hardening dick springing free only an inch from her face. Nikki's cool mouth surrounded my cock, her thin lips working their way smoothly down to the middle of my shaft.

I moaned into my wife's mouth before breaking the kiss and hissed down to Nikki, "Suck my cock!"
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