My Friend, Her Husband and I

There’s somethin’ incredibly hot about watching another couple go at it. I guess it has to do with being in on this hot and intimate moment–how can you not want to play with yourself while you watch your friend ride her man’s big, juicy cock??

This video was soooo hot and reminded me of something as soon as I saw it…

As I watched them kiss I couldn’t help but wonder how she could be okay with it—the idea of another woman with my husband would make my skin crawl! I became more fixated as he pulled off her top; revealing her large and milky white breasts. He wasted no time; quickly taking one in his mouth while using his other hand while to caress the chub of her stomach that hung out over her jeans. Her heavy breath turned to moans and she glanced over at me every now and again and smiled. It was apparent that she enjoyed being watched. As his hand moved down between her legs—rubbing hard over the fabric, I could feel myself getting wet and longed to be touched too. He undid her jeans and squeezed his hand down between the denim and flesh and my arousal led me to slipping out of my dress—his cue that I was ready for my turn. I laid back into the sofa in nothing but my well chosen black bra and panties and ran my open hand over my pussy, which had soaked through the delicate fabric.

She caught my eye as she pulled off her jeans and we shared a wicked grin while her husband watched on. As she sat there; her long brown curls hung sexily over her pale curves, grazing her pert nipples and I admired her full figure.

“You have to see how great my husband is with his tongue” she said; pulling off his shirt.

He kneeled between her large thighs and used his fingers to part her slit before pressing his mouth and nose to her cunt. She gasped, grabbing a hold of his black hair and pushed his face hard against her; making certain that her legs remained spread so that I could watch. My clit swelled with excitement—aching to be licked as I enjoyed the view of his tongue working its slippery magic between her thighs.

“I want to see my husband fuck you now” she cried out.

The reality of what her words meant shot a mix of shame and excitement through me that caused my nipples to stand at attention—how could she allow me to come in between them and their intimate union?

My heart pounded wildly and for a brief moment I wondered if I was making a mistake, but before I could talk myself out of it, he was sitting next to me and leaning so that his skin—dampened from sweat, was sticking to my arm. His face moved in close and his panting breath tickled my skin, and he whispered; “Don’t worry—I’ll go slowly”, obviously having sensed my nervousness.

To be continued…