A meeting from my perspective - Sex Stories

A meeting from my perspective

He was my friend, a man I had worked with for several years and then continued to see afterwards for drinks nights and at parties and the like. A good looking guy with a way with women I was always jealous of. Over time I began to notice a difference in the way we three - him, my Wife and myself got on socially. It was always the 3 of us making arrangements to meet others. He'd call to see if we were going out some place and if so he said he'd meet us there. At parties for example, we three would always be together. Occasionally, he'd use his charm and leave us for a girl he'd met but mostly we'd spend our nights out together. I could tell that my Wife liked him. He was witty, made her laugh. They'd share jokes about his conquests. Sometimes quite intimate details but always in a lighthearted and fun way. My Wife and I have never had a problem sharing our thoughts about anything - that is why we are here now on Xhamster and one night in a late night chat, our tongues loose from a few drinks, we talked about our friend. The outcome of our conversation was that she admitted to being very attracted to him. Sexually I mean, we hold our Love for each other in another place. On a higher level if you like. I dont see why she cant have desires. I do. And I always knew of his ability to charm the fairer sex. I told her that if she really wanted to do something about it, then I would not mind. She thanked me for that freedom but said that she didn't think the time or situation would ...

... ever arise. But it did. On a cold Christmas Eve, when Taxis were hard to get, we all walked to our home which was nearest and we invited him to stay over as there was no way for him to get home. After more drinks we all crashed. Us in our room and him in a spare room. Christmas Day came. We invited him to stay for Food later and made our calls to relatives. Breakfast started with a couple of beers followed by a bottle or two of Moet. She was preparing food in the kitchen and we were chatting in the living room. He went to get us new beers and i was flicking through the TV programs. He didn't return with my beer. She did. Handed the beer to me and leaned down, kissed me and whispered in my ear "May I?" in a deep and so sexy voice. It didn't surprise me much and it was not something that I could hardly object to. So with almost no hesitation I said yes. "But don't leave, stay with me" I agreed to that as well. She returned to the Kitchen. It felt almost unreal. I caught myself asking myself if I realised what was happening? Could I sit here? Could i bare to hear it? What about looking? And most important - what exactly did she want from me? How did she think I was feeling about it? I knew something was happening. It was too quiet from the other room. My imagination was driving me crazy so I walked slowly to the kitchen preparing myself for whatever I was going to see. Her hand on his thigh was the first thing and the second was his hand on her breast inside her shirt. Third was ...