Menage a Trois - Sex Stories

Menage a Trois

The two girls--my wife and her friend--are laying on their backs next to each other on the bed, naked, with their legs spread wide. My wife is looking at me, her friend is looking at her. "Pick which pussy you want to fuck first," my wife says to me. They both giggle, her friend puts her hands on her face. "Oh, God, I can't believe we're doing this!" They both start giggling again. They've been friends for many years, since high school, and they'd had the occasional lesbian tryst when they were younger. My wife told me about it before we got married, and even continued to meet with her a few times afterwards. Her friend's moved back to town, now that she's divorced, so they got together for drinks; I was out of the house and they apparently figured they were alone for a while, so when I walked in the bedroom I found my wife laying on the bed spread-eagle with her friend's face between her legs. "Oh, shit!" her friend says, realizing they've been caught, and starts to get up. But my wife just grabs her head and shoves her face back in her crotch. "Hi, sweetie," she says, smiling at me. "Don't worry, you'll get yours." "I'm not worried, so long as I can watch!" "Whatever turns you on," she says, and starts bucking her hips, shoving her pussy in her friend's face. I watch them for a while, and once my wife takes her place between her friend's legs, I can't help myself, I'm so turned on, I drop my pants and start jacking off. Her friend looks at me and smiles, her face red, ...

... and watches me jack off while she shoves her hips into my wife's face. Her friend is quite pretty--a rosy-cheeked blonde with a little button nose and a voluptuous body, and I'm enjoying watching her full breasts laying down on her chest and shimmying delightfully as her body shakes from the licking my wife is dishing out. Eventually my wife lifts her face out of her friend's crotch. She looks at me, still jacking, and grins. "Look at you! Looks like you want some action, too, huh?" Then she climbs off her friend and lays down next to her, hooking a leg in with her friend's. "Pick which pussy you want to fuck first." I hesitate for a moment. Her friend's pussy looks awfully inviting right now--cute little blond curls of pubic hair, wet from my wife's spit, her vagina completely soaked and open and ready for a good hard fucking. But, is this actually a test? Am I really supposed to pick my wife's pussy, since, well, she's my wife? Will she be pissed if I don't? I decide I don't care if it's a test or not. My wife and I have talked before about this very possibility, so she knows I'd fuck her friend if I had the chance. Besides, her friend's pussy is just way too inviting right now. My cock is aching to plunge into that sweet sweaty snatch. So I kick my pants off and climb on the bed in between her friend's legs. "Oh, God," her friend says, her head to the side, her eyes closed tight, her face bright red. But as I lean over her, she reaches down between her legs and spreads her ...