free adult fiction

Get-together with an old friend (part 1)

My wife and I had been together for almost nine years, and we both felt our sex life needed some livening up, but weren't quite sure how to go about it. Then one weekend we invited an old friend of mine up from New York City to visit us for the weekend. I had worked with her years before, and we'd kept in touch through the years. We had almost had a fling, but had never really taken the plunge. I picked her up at the train station while my wife stayed home to take a bath, since it had been a tiring day at work.

When we arrived, my wife had just gotten out of the bath, and was in her bathrobe. She's petite, a brunette, with surprisingly large breasts and a nice round ass. My friend said she wouldn't mind a nice hot bath, so my wife filled the tub, and while we waited for the tub to fill, we had a glass of wine and caught up on things. I noticed that as my wife shifted on the couch, my friend's eyes followed her thighs, and I thought I saw her start a little when my wife got up and the robe parted for a second and her shaved pussy showed. We like it shaved because it's a lot smoother and she feels oral sex more intensely. Anyway, we polished off the bottle, and the bath was ready, so my friend went in for her bath while we stayed in the living room to enjoy the fire. I offered to give my wife a massage while we were waiting, so she slipped off the robe and lay down on the cushions in front of the fire. I started with her feet and toes, then worked my way up her legs to her thighs, then up her lower back to her shoulders and neck. She was already tired and a little drunk from the wine, so she just dozed off. Just then my friend called from the bathroom to ask for a towel, and I got up to get one for her, and then went to the kitchen to get a bottle of champagne from the fridge to celebrate my friend's arrival a little more formally. While I was uncorking the bottle, my friend (let's call her L.) emerged from the bathroom in her bathrobe and went around the corner through the living room before I could do anything. When she saw my wife lying there asleep, she stopped for a second, then went into the bedroom to put her things down. She came out a second later, paused again as she came through the living room, then joined me in the kitchen, took a glass of champagne, looked me in the eye, and said "So.." I replied, "So...would you like to help me finish the massage?" She moistened her lips, took a long sip, and said "Let's go!"

We went into the living room and placed a cushion at my wife's feet and one at her head. L. chose the head end, and I knelt at the other end. We both started to massage very gently and softly, so as to wake my wife gently. L. ran her fingers through my wife's hair,, then softly over the nape of her neck, and along her cheek. I moved up her calves to her thighs, caressing her lightly so as not to tickle. My wife's eyes opened for a second as she realized what was happening, then closed again as she let herself go with the pleasure of the moment. As L. reached further down across my wife's back, her robe fell open and her breasts swayed gently, and I could see her nipples hard with excitement. She took my wife's arms and stretched them out in front, and gently moved her hands down my wife's side, along the curves of her breasts, to her hips. I parted my wife's legs, but kept on caressing her thighs and ass, approaching but never touching her sex.

Then L. reached my wife's ass, moved her hands over the ass cheeks, then she stopped and looking at me, slipped off her robe, then crouching with her knees on either side of my wife's head, arched her back and let her nipples and breasts graze my wife's naked back. Then she and I turned my wife gently over on her back and continued the massage. L. gently caressed my wife's face, then fluttered her fingers down the neck, over to the underarms, then around the edge of her breasts, around the dark and stiff nipples, then down her gently rounded stomach, to the top of her pubic area, and moving alongside, gently and lightly stroked her pussy lips with her fingertips. I could her my wife suddenly draw in her breath as L's caress moved down her fold, and she didn't know whether to squirm or hold still. L. placed herself between my wife's legs, and lowered her head until her hair just barely touched my wife's stomach. Then she blew gently and bent her head to lick the lips, and my wife parted her legs further to let her in. L. lapped softly at my wife's pussy, and my wife started to moan and to writhe for a second and then lie still. L.'s tongue barely flickered on my wife's clitoris, and my wife held her breath until she started to shudder and groan. L. continued as my wife grabbed her hair and ran her hands through it. Finally my wife started to laugh with pleasure, and gently pushed L's head away. L. sat up, reached for her glass of champagne, and smiled at me, as if to say, "Now it's my turn!"

(To be continued.....)