Connie and Dave had been our friends since we were at school. We’d paired off. I paired off with Claire. We enjoyed the same things, laughed together and I guess just fell in love. Both girls gave up their virginity at the same party and as soon as we were able, we married, within six months of each other. I guess you could say we were best friends. We would holiday together and took turns in having the others to dinner.

In our mid twenties, Dave and Connie moved away so, because of work commitments, we could only get together about once every six months and we’d make a weekend of it. We were always cuddly but there was never any more to it. But when Claire and I fucked, we would often fantasize about them and would tell each other things we’d like to do. But there was never anything untoward between us.

It was when we were in our forties that things took a different turn. We were staying at their place in Berkshire. We’d had a few drinks the night before.

I should explain, neither my wife, Claire, nor Dave are drinkers so they never had all that much, whereas Connie and I like a drop of scotch and tend to put a fair amount away.

It was the Sunday morning, I was laying in bed when the door opened and Connie brought in a cup of coffee.

“Your wife and my old man have gone off to the shops,” she said putting the coffee on the bedside cabinet. “I couldn’t face it. How are you?”

“I’m fine, love,” I said pulling myself up and resting back against the bed-head. Connie grabbed the edge of the duvet and pulled it all the way back before I could grab it. Whether she thought I had pyjama bottoms on or pants I don’t know but I sl**p naked and there I was, starkers, under her gaze. I was shocked and I think so was she.

“Oh, Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t think…”

“No problem love,” I said. “We’ve known each other long enough.”

We laughed and she relaxed but I was excited and didn’t try to pull the duvet back over me. She sat on the edge of the bed and I noticed her dressing gown revealed a lot of leg. As we were chatting, I gently placed my hand on her knee and started to gently massage it. She made no move to stop me and her eyes were sparkling. Feeling bolder, I let my hand move up her thigh and was soon stroking her pussy hair.

“Do you think that’s wise?” she said softly.

“I’m certainly enjoying it,” I said and eased a finger between her legs, opening her lips and feeling the dampness between them, the hard little nub of her clit and down towards her hole. She was now stroking my prick, her eyes closed and I knew she was feeling the same wonderful feelings I was.

It seemed like moments and she was breathing heavily and it was a bit of a wonder we heard the door downstairs open.

In one smooth movement she was off the bed and out of the room. I quickly threw some clothes on, disappeared into the bathroom to wash and finally appeared downstairs where breakfast was being cooked.

We spent the day chatting and laughing together and generally having fun. That evening we watched a film. Claire was sitting on one sofa next to Dave and Connie sat next to me. The lights were out and I had managed to slide my hand behind Connie and under her. She was wearing a short skirt and I soon had my fingers up between her legs and was stroking her pussy through her knickers. It felt gorgeous. A short way through the film she excused herself and went to the loo. I guess she was getting excited. She was soon back and my fingers were probing again and surprise, surprise! No knickers! My middle finger slid deep inside her. We looked over to our other halves and they were dozing. I pulled a newspaper onto my lap and Connie knew exactly what that meant. Her hand was underneath and with some gentle movements, had my flies open. I had to do the honours of getting my prick out but she gently took it and massaged it slowly. Suddenly she put her hand to her mouth and I could see her biting a finger. And she started shaking. She was coming and trying not to make a noise. It was all I needed and I flooded before I could stop it. Her hand was over the knob and she had a fistful of spunk which was dripping down over my trousers and pants. We silently giggled and I quietly went outside to clean up. I had no idea how she got rid of her handful until the next day when she explained how she’d licked it off.

That was it for that weekend. We had no other chance but whenever we met up in future we always had a crafty feel but never had a chance for a couple of years.

It was our turn to go to their place. Everything was ready and on the Friday we were due to go, Connie phoned.

“Look,” she said. “Dave has been called away for the weekend so won’t be hear. Now we can either put it off, or you can come and we’ll just have fun ourselves.”

We agreed that it was too late really to postpone so we set off.

We arrived at about eight that night and had a really good meal and caught up on all the gossip. It was fun and relaxed and Claire and I retired to bed at about one in the morning. Claire was exhausted but I had been ogling Connie all evening and had the horn up to the eyeballs. She lay back and opened her legs wide and told me she wouldn’t be doing anything energetic. But she was perceptive enough to know I’d been letching Connie and she teased me about it as we shagged. To be honest I think it turns her on too.

The following day was fun and relaxed and we sat down to an early supper with lots of red wine and followed it with Scotch for Connie and I and Vodka for Claire.

As I said, Claire is not a drinker and probably because Dave wasn’t there as an ally, she tried to keep up with us. As a result, by midnight she was so pissed she passed out.

I lifted her up in my arms and carried her up to bed and Connie came to help. Together we took my wife’s clothes off to put her to bed and I noticed that Connie was taking a keen interest. I asked her to release Claire’s bra and she did and was looking hard at her mate’s tits. Claire doesn’t have big tits, she’s a 34B. But she has large nipples.

We lay her on the bed and I pulled her knickers down. Connie gasped. Claire shaves and has a pronounced camel’s foot. Connie was standing there and I parted Claire’s legs so she could get a good look. She studied it for a moment then looked at me and beckoned me from the room. We went back downstairs and had another drink.

“How long has she shaved?” Connie asked.

“All her life,” I said. “She doesn’t like hair on her and I must admit it’s lovely when you lick it.”

“I bet,” she said and pressed fingers between her own legs. “That’s got me quite worked up.”

I moved over next to her and slid my hands up under her skirt. Her knickers were soaking wet and I soon had them aside and was frigging her. She lay back and let me do what I wanted and I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I knelt before her and pushed her skirt up, pulling her knickers down around her ankles. She slipped her foot out and spread her legs wide. She was ready to be eaten and I was hungry.

Although her cunt was hairy, it was fine hair and I soon had my tongue between her lips and was working the length of it and probing deep inside her hole. She came beautifully and flooded my mouth. Her juice was sweet, far sweeter than Claire’s and I told her so. I worked two finger into her and she moaned, holding my head in place . When she finally let me go, I moved up to kiss her and she greedily ate my face, cleaning all her juice from it.
My trousers were open and, kneeling between her thighs, I slid my prick into her. The first time we had actually fucked. She was like a wild a****l.

“Oh my god, Col,” she said. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too,” I said thrusting hard into her and feeling my climax approaching.

“I wank over you, you know,” she said. Can you believe that I let my husband fuck me then when he’s asl**p, I fucking wank over you.”

“Me too.” was all I could say and my prick erupted. I’d never shot so much spunk. When I opened my eyes, she was glaring at me with a satisfied smile on her face.

“That was fucking gorgeous,” she said. “Claire’s a lucky cunt to get that. Do you fuck often?”

“Three times a week,” I said.

“What’s she like?”

We cuddled on the sofa and she questioned me in detail about how my wife fucked and what she felt like and tasted like.

“Look,” I said. “She’s out of it. Come up and you can play with her cunt.”

She looked shocked and excited. I took her by the hand and led her up the stairs. We pushed the door open and I called out to Claire. There was no answer. We went to the side of the bed and I gently shook Claire. She didn’t stir. She was laying naked on the bed and Connie was staring at her body.

“Strip off,” I told her. She looked at me and I explained that if I lay next to Claire, Connie could reach round me and finger her as much as she liked and if Claire did wake she would see would see only me and in her d***ken state she’d never know it was her friend who was playing with her.

I lay next to Claire and Connie lay behind me. I could feel her tits pressing into my back and had my hands behind me fingering her cunt as she reached round and gently stroked Claire’s cunt. Whether Claire was aware something was happening I don’t know but she turned on her back and spread her legs and Connie soon had a couple of fingers up her.

Connie withdrew the fingers and sucked on them.

“She tastes fucking lovely,” she whispered in my ear. “And her cunt’s so tight. Wish I could eat it.”

You must remember that we’d had a drink also or I might never have said OK but I turned and told her to go for it.

Connie got off the bed and went to the foot. I backed away and watched as she knelt on the bed and bent her face between my wife’s legs. With her fingers she parted Claire’s cunt lips and used her tongue deep inside. I was almost shooting my load just watching. I couldn’t stand it any more and went round to where she was kneeling and stuck my prick into her again. It still felt full from the first fuck and I was thrilling as I felt myself building again to another explosion. It was just about to go when Claire spoke.

“Fuck off, Colin,” she said. “Leave me alone. I’ll fuck you tomorrow.”

Connie was off the bed in a second and I was standing there to prevent her being seen but Claire didn’t open her eyes. We waited a little while and then tiptoed out of the room and into Connie and Dave’s room. It took only a moment and I was on my back and she was astride me and riding me and talking about Claire’s cunt. She was really turned on and I shot my load in a very short while before turning her on her back and licking her full cunt to another orgasm.

We talked for a while and kissed goodnight and I went and climbed into bed with Claire. I was soon asl**p and didn’t know more until a couple of hours later. I awoke to a strong feeling as my cock was being sucked.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Claire said moving up and straddling me, sliding my erect prick into her cunt. “Sorry I couldn’t accommodate you last night but I’m ready to do it now.”

She slowly rose and fell on my cock, telling me about a fantastic dream she’d had. She had dreamed Connie was licking her cunt.

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. “Maybe I should see if she fancies fucking another woman. Would you like to see that?”

“Oh, yes,” I said. “You want to ask her now?”

“No. Not now. And to be honest I don’t think she would but maybe, in the future. We’ll have to see.”

So far it hasn't happened but I live in hope!

S far she hasn’t asked Connie. But I’m hoping!
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3 years ago
So fuckin HOT. Hope there is more. Thanks for posting.
4 years ago
A real horny story, thanks.
4 years ago
excellent wonderfully hot
4 years ago
Great story m8: im close to creaming now.
4 years ago
hope there's more. very hot