Joanie was my wife’s best friend from the time they were very young, and when we all lived in the same area I saw her quite a bit. She and her husband often came by for dinner, or we went out for drinks or whatever – the usual young married couple dates. It was fun. Both of them were smart, kind, and hilarious. We were all close. Then they moved away.
Joanie’s husband Frank got some high-paying job out of state, and they couldn’t say no. It was a tough separation – we felt like we were losing family members. We went from seeing them every couple of weeks to seeing them every couple of years. A long time went by. We stayed in touch but it was never the same. Everyone got older.
One day, out of the blue, Joanie called my wife during dinner. They exchanged the usual polite greetings and then my wife smiled widely. “Yes!” she shouted. “Do it!”
When the call ended, my wife told me that Joanie would be coming to visit us and stay for at least a week. “That’s great,” I told her. “What about Frank?” It turned out that Frank had to go on a business trip overseas and couldn’t bring Joanie along, so she figured she would use the time to visit us.
At this point, I should tell you: My wife is beautiful. Long blonde hair, pretty face, and a terrific body thanks to all the yoga she does. But her friend Joanie: smoking hot. Gorgeous face, shining hair, big breasts and an incredible ass. I can’t believe Frank never caught me staring when she would show up for a double date with a low-cut blouse or a tight, high skirt – or both. I can’t believe my wife never saw it either, as far as I knew. But I’d lusted after Joanie from the first moment I met her and often thought about sex with her when I jerked off. The closest I ever got to seeing her naked was a string bikini – but even just the image of that could bring my cock to attention immediately. The day we went to the beach and she took off her beach robe I had to stay seated for about 20 minutes before my erection subsided and I could stand up and walk to the water line.
So needless to say the thought of seeing Joanie again – just Joanie! – in my home, every day for a week, was a massive turn-on. When my wife and I had sex that night, Joanie was all I could think about. I kept my eyes closed and when I came I imagined shooting my load all over her luscious breasts.
A few weeks later she was there. She took an Uber from the airport and showed up in the afternoon on a Monday when I was working from home and my wife was still at her office. She was a dream in tight blue jeans, a soft, close-fitting sweater, and a light airy scarf draped around her neck and shoulders. I could make out the faint impressions of her nipples through the sweater.
We hugged on the porch and then I ushered her inside. We chatted and laughed over coffee until my wife came home.
The first few days were fun and basic – my wife had taken the days off from work and she and Joanie went shopping and sightseeing in the city all day. At night we cooked together and then went to our separate bedrooms. It was like this until the fourth night. Over wine at dinner, Joanie looked at both of us very hard and very directly. “How often do you guys fuck these days?” she asked.
We were only mildly taken aback by the question. Joanie has always been blunt and we had occasionally talked about sex as a group, but never without Frank present. My wife blushed and smiled. I smiled. “Not enough!” I joked. “No seriously probably about three to four times a week.”
“Have you done it since I’ve been here?”
We had not.
“Do you think you might tonight?”
My wife awkwardly shook her head and I said, “We don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Joanie laughed. “Absolutely I would not be uncomfortable, you guys do what you wanna do. To the contrary, I’d love knowing that you were going at it!”
My wife and I both looked at each other and smiled and blushed and laughed. What can anyone say to that? “OK,” I said.
Joanie took a long sip of her wine and then paused. “I mean if I’m being honest… I’d love to watch.” She quickly chugged the rest of the wine in her glass. And smiled dumbly. “Really.”
“Really?” my wife asked. “Come on.”
“Yes,” Joanie said. She stood up. “I have to pee. And it’s late… you guys can go up to bed if you want, I’ll clean up.” She disappeared into the hall bathroom and I heard the door shut. I grinned at my wife.
“Let’s get to bed,” I suggested. My wife nodded and followed me up the stairs.
Once upstairs, I don’t know what came over us. Maybe Joanie had triggered something. Maybe it had been too long. But the moment we got to the bedroom we were pulling off each other’s clothes. I pushed my wife onto the bed and spread her legs apart with my hands on her inner thighs. I got down in front of her and started swirling my tongue like crazy around her clit and up and down her labia. She was already wet and I could feel her body gently trembling and rolling with my movements. She came quickly and soaked my face and then reached down to my shoulders and pulled me up to her.
As I moved up to my knees and prepared to enter her, I noticed a shadow flicker across her face. I turned my head slightly towards the door – it was mostly closed but was a few inches ajar – and could make out Joanie’s figure in the dim light of the hallway. I looked back down at my wife, straightened my back as I knelt, grabbed her ankles, and slid my cock into her warm, wet pussy. She moaned sharply and pushed her head back and her chin up with her eyes closed. I held her legs wide apart and began pumping. Knowing that Joanie was in the hall – and knowing that my wife didn’t seem to realize it yet – was making me harder than ever and I wanted to put on a show. I kept my stomach muscles tensed and turned my body slightly towards the door while I pressed my wife’s left leg down the bed to give Joanie a better view.
The shadow moved a bit and I imagined that Joanie was watching intently. I pumped and moaned and told my wife how hot she was and how I wanted her on her hands and knees. I pulled out and let her turn over and then grabbed her hips as fast as I could, shoving my cock right back into her pussy and pounding hard. I wanted Joanie to see how much we liked it rough. My wife was grunting and sighing and really pressing back into me, taking my cock deeply and forcefully. When I finally came it was in a huge rush and I collapsed onto my wife’s back. I looked back to the door and Joanie was gone.
***
When I padded into the kitchen the next morning Joanie had already made coffee and was standing in front of the bay window that looked out into the yard. She was wearing sweatpants and a loose-fitting tank top that left nothing to the imagination. I had been dreading seeing her, thinking fearfully that it would be awkward and embarrassing, but in her presence, I felt surprisingly calm. I poured myself a cup of coffee. “Good morning,” I said.
“Good morning.”
“Sleep ok?”
“Definitely. You?”
“Totally.”
“Hey,” she turned and looked at me. “Next time I want you to pull out so I can see you cum.” She grinned and looked back through the window. “Your yard is really nice – those trees are beautiful.” She sipped her coffee.
I looked down and watched my erection grow again. Her words had gone through me like an electric shock. I instantly wanted to stroke and cum for her, right there in the kitchen. “Uh…” I started to respond. “So… you… liked what you saw last night.”
Joanie nodded.
“Did you know that I saw you watching?”
She nodded again. “Oh yeah.”
I pursed my lips and looked up at the ceiling while my cock felt like it was going to burst through my shorts, but at this point I didn’t care if she saw it. There was so much I wanted to say and do. I took a step towards her and was then just a few feet behind her. Her shoulders tensed a bit. “Don’t,” she said. I froze and looked at her. Her skin was shining in the sunlight coming in through the window, her tank top looked like it would be easy to pull right off, and her firm, round ass was so tempting in her sweatpants. Even the backs of her ankles and her bare feet were tantalizing at this point. I could feel her body in my hands and I wanted to circle my arms around her. But she turned her head and looked sideways at me, her eyebrows arched. She knew she didn’t have to say it again. She turned away and went back upstairs.
After a short while my wife came downstairs and poured herself a cup of coffee. She stood next to me and we both looked out the window together. She pointed at a rabbit hopping across the yard and giggled.
“That was something last night, huh.”
I slowly turned my head to look directly at her. I squinted. Did she know? I couldn’t tell from her expression. “It was,” I agreed.
“Crazy that Joanie basically told us to go at it,” she continued. I nodded.
“I could go again right now,” I added.
My wife looked up at me with a smile. “OK,” she said. My cock immediately grew stiff. I put my hands on her hips.
“Let’s go.”
This time I didn’t even bother shutting the door at all, and had pulled all my clothes off while I was ascending the stairs. My wife dropped her clothes quickly just after entering our bedroom and darted to the bed. She started to climb under the covers but I pulled the blankets and sheet all the way back, shaking my head. I moved into her embrace and started passionately kissing her while moving my hands all over her stomach and chest and breasts and shoulders and neck. I wanted to enter her but first slid my index finger into her pussy to see if she was ready. She was already warm and wet – perfect. I propped up on my hands and knees a bit and then pushed my rock-hard tool all the way up to the hilt into her steamy pussy. She closed her eyes and gasped. “Hell yeah,” I said, maybe too loudly, maybe so that Joanie could hear me.
While pumping I turned my head so I could see the doorway. In just a few moments Joanie appeared, still holding a cup of coffee, her tank top barely containing and barely covering her large, luscious breasts. She was smiling. I fucked my wife harder.
I was up on my knees now, holding my wife’s legs apart and arching my back as I thrust into her. She was so wet her pussy could barely contain my pounding dick. I looked at Joanie again and smiled widely. Joanie had her coffee in one hand, and her other had disappeared into the top of her sweatpants. I could see that she was fingering herself and I thought I could hear her moan softly. Her eyes were piercing – she was looking right at my wife’s bouncing breasts. I pounded in a little harder and then felt the tingle of precum creeping up.
I moaned to get Joanie’s attention and then mouthed silently: “Ready?” I raised my eyebrows.
Joanie nodded and bit at her bottom lip.
I looked down at my wife writhing in orgasm and pulled out my huge, throbbing cock. After a few slick strokes I blasted a thick rope of cum onto her belly, and with a few more pumps shot out two successively smaller shots. My wife opened her eyes in surprise and looked down at the long puddles on her belly and chest. “Why did you do that? You never do that,” she grinned.
“I felt inspired,” I said, laying down next to her, my semi-hard penis still throbbing gently.
“I’m glad you did,” she said. I looked to the doorway and Joanie was gone.
***
Later that evening, as my wife cleared the dinner dishes from the table, Joanie looked at me over her glass of wine.
“Next time,” she whispered, “lick it all up for me.” She was smiling devilishly and shifting in her seat a bit.
It was all I could do not to start stroking my cock right there at the table.
“Are you wet right now?” I asked her, also whispering.
She rolled her eyes and left the table. I kept my hands in my lap. My wife asked me to help out but I told her I was still finishing my wine, and pretended to take another sip from the empty glass to delay standing up a little longer.
When we were in bed later, reading and winding down, I was feeling that electric mix of horniness, excited anticipation, and nervousness. Joanie’s words were streaming around through my thoughts — “lick it all up.” The closest I had ever come to tasting my own cum before was licking some it from my wife’s pussy after I filled her with a load. I knew it was salty and a little sweet but it wasn’t something I ever really just wanted to straight up taste and swallow. Which of course is totally unfair given that it would probably be impossible by now to count how many times my wife swallowed my cum after a blowjob. I took a deep breath, turned to my wife, and said, “Hey.”
She looked over at me and smiled. “Hey.”
“I want to try something new tonight.”
She removed her reading glasses and squinted at me. She was cagey. “What would that be?”
I grinned. “How about just wait and see?”
She was down – she was always down to try new things, within some limits. Within minutes we had stripped naked and were all over each other. As I ate her pussy I took a quick glance to the side to make sure the door had been left open enough – and Joanie was already there, in the shadows of the hallway, wearing nothing but panties and a bra.
The whole time I was licking and sucking my wife’s clit I was thinking about what I would be doing. My cock was hard and throbbing as I imagined shooting a thick load and slurping it back up. When I heard my wife moan and gasp I immediately rose up and began pounding her in missionary. I had my hands flat on the bed under her armpits and my back fully arched every time I pushed in to the hilt. I confirmed with another quick look over my shoulder that Joanie was fingering herself, tight-lipped, as she watched. As I felt the orgasm building, I nodded and she nodded back.
I pulled out, pumped my cock a few times, and popped a huge, thick, silky load all over my wife’s stomach. When I was certain I had shot out the last of it, I crouched and put my tongue out at the bottom of the rope. Slowly, I dragged my tongue up her warm belly, curling it around to lap up every bit of the hot, viscous cum load. My wife was trembling and moaning as I cleaned her off.
When I was done, I heard her giggle gently. “Damn,” she whispered. “That was fucking hot.”
I laid my head onto her belly and felt the warmth and dampness, my eyes to the hallway. Joanie had retreated farther back into the shadows but she was still standing there, watching, rubbing her pussy and moving softly in the dim light. I raised my eyebrows invitingly and hope she would get the message. But she soon went away.
***
The day Joanie packed up to leave, I was busy with projects around the house and so didn’t spend a lot time with her or my wife. They fussed around the house, went out for lunch, and finally came back mid-afternoon to inform me that I would be driving Joanie to the airport. My wife had already committed to help out a local charity group run some event that coincided with the flight time. I finished up some work, washed my hands, and smiled. “No problem,” I said, my dick swelling at the thought of being alone in the car with Joanie.
The ride to the airport wasn’t too long, only about 30 minutes. For the first 20 Joanie sat silently and stared out the window, barely even glancing at me when I tried to make conversation. I gave up after a few bland comments and inquiries.
When I saw the exit for the airport approaching, I finally put it out there: “What was that all about anyway? Did you like what you saw? What’s been going on?”
Joanie finally turned to face me as I signaled for the exit. She pulled off her sunglasses and stared at me wide-eyed. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I just wanted to see. It’s not deep at all. Nothing is going on. I’m going to go home and fuck the shit out of Frank when he gets back, thinking about you guys. I fucking loved it.” She put her sunglasses back on and looked out the window again.
“Don’t ever ask me about this again,” she muttered. When I pulled up to the terminal, she quickly exited the car and waited on the curb for me to pull her suitcase from the trunk.
“Have a nice flight,” I said.
She bent down to pick up the suitcase and stayed low for a bit. She looked up at me. I noticed that her blouse collar was hanging low and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were beautiful. She caught my gaze and grinned. Then stood, turned, and disappeared into the terminal.
