The hot, velvety liquid quickly warmed my mouth as I took a sip and sighed deeply. I felt the comfort spread slowly through my body as I swallowed and let myself enjoy the solitude of my first taste of morning coffee. Something about being up before most of the world was always a bit magical: like getting to see a part of existence reserved only for the few. It was quiet, fresh; peaceful.

I closed my eyes and took a long breath. The past several days had been interesting, to say the least. Certainly, nothing like I ever could have predicted. Not bad, mind you, but exciting and eye-opening. I had seen a lot and learned much.

Even though our kids were away at camp for the month, leaving the house empty for us for the first time in many years, we were not alone. Our spare bedroom was now home to Khloe, a friend of ours whose dick-of-a-husband had called her a bitch, blamed her for his selfishness in a fit of expletive-laden anger, and then not come looking for her once in the past three days she had been with us. Derek the Dick was also the main reason our friendship with them had been so hot and cold over the years we'd all known each other. Our shared story involved getting together on weekends and for dinners until we were once again fed up with him and his judgemental arrogance. Then our friendship would cool and drift for months until something kicked it off again.

The most recent kickoff had come about a year ago when Khloe offered me a spare bedroom for a few days to save me from a broken air conditioner at our place. Circumstances had it that both our families were out of town, so it was just the pair of us getting to know each other again. It was this serendipitous situation that uncovered that Khloe and I had something rather intimate in common.

With the help of a few too many screwdrivers and some pent-up hormones, we learned that we both were quite the masturbation aficionados. Even more, we discovered that we enjoyed watching the other take matters into their own hands just as much as showing off our own self-pleasuring skills. Those two exhibitionistic days were not only insanely arousing but filled with plenty of fingering, rubbing, moaning, stroking, and some of the most explosive orgasms either of us had experienced in years. However, our friendly masturbatory adventure came to a close once I returned home.

Ironically, though, this time was also what restarted Khloe's friendship with my wife, Carla. Somehow, my staying a few nights at Khloe's seemed to rekindle their stagnant friendship and deep conversations. Now nearly a year later, they were quite close, sharing time, secrets, and confidences on a regular basis - meaning that Khloe had become a fairly regular part of our lives. All of which brought us to our unpredicted, yet most interesting present.

"Good morning, my friend." While Khloe's voice was soft and still laced with sleepiness, I had gotten so lost in my coffee and reveries that I startled and quickly turned toward her with wide eyes.

"Didn't mean to disturb you," she followed up with a grin as she sat down on a patio chair facing me.

I smiled back. "Not at all. You're always welcome. Coffee?"

"Not yet, but thank you," she declined. Then, with a yawn, she leaned her head back, lifted her arms far over her head, and arched her back in a long stretch. I had learned that Khloe liked to stretch like this on a regular basis. I recognized it as one of her normal moves, and I always enjoyed watching it.

Her messy auburn hair tumbled behind her, and her motions inadvertently pulled the thin fabric of her shirt taut across her chest and up her torso. My eyes quickly noticed not only the peaks of her nipples and the delicate edges of her areolas pressing through the thin fabric, but also the soft, exposed skin and belly button revealed below her raised shirt line. I was again mesmerized.

With half-closed eyes and a growing warmth in my groin, I couldn't help but take in the feminine attractiveness on display. Khloe had become increasingly comfortable in our home during her stay, and with that ease seemed to come a subtle decrease in her modesty and choice of clothing. Each day seemed to bring more glimpses of skin and accidental panty peeks. Honestly, as much as I was enjoying it, I was surprised that Carla hadn't said something about it yet.

I modestly adjusted my growing hardness while Khloe was still looking the other way. Then, after a long moment and a sigh, Khloe shifted, lowered her arms, and brought one leg up to the chair. "I can see why you come out here so early," she said with an appreciative tone. "The morning air. It's still a bit cool, and it feels so good on my skin."

Khloe delicately trailed her hands up and down her bare legs as she said this, coming to rest on her inner thighs. With that, she seemed to settle a bit more into her chair. I just grinned and nodded a quiet, "absolutely," in reply as I watched her enjoy her own touch and the peacefulness of the morning.

Dressed in only a light tank top and a pair of tiny, loose sleep shorts, Khloe was the epitome of adorable. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, and she had on not a single dab of makeup. But yet, she shone.

I took another sip of coffee and noticed that her left hand was still faintly caressing the inside of her thigh. I couldn't help but grin, remembering how she had once told me that she often enjoyed masturbating in the morning. But then, following the curve of her leg, I saw that her loose shorts had gaped open when she shifted. Not only was her inner thigh on display, but I could see the gentle crease of skin at the base of her leg along with the edge of her light blue panties that were barely concealing the puffy side of her outer labia.

I instantly started to get hard and shifted in my chair to hide my now rather obvious erection. My loose shorts and boxers were doing little to hide it.

My movement seemed to pull Khloe back from her own thoughts. She looked at me for a few seconds with a faint smirk, then with a hint of hesitancy, she asked softly, "Do you still think about...about last summer? I've been wanting to ask, but wasn't sure how."

I looked at her for a long, contemplative moment and - judging it safe to be honest - answered in an equally soft voice. "All the time, actually."

Her smile broadened slowly at my words. I noticed her fingers still lightly caressing her thigh, so I ventured further.

"In fact, I...um..." I began but started to lose my nerve.

"Please, you..." she prompted gently, obviously eager to hear what I had started.

"Well, I was just remembering something you had told me once, and it made me wonder... something." I stopped short.

Her eyebrows went up, knowing full well I was dragging out my thoughts. "Hmmm? And what did you wonder?" she asked with curiosity now in her voice, still trailing her fingers lightly up and down her inner leg.

I could tell that despite both of our hesitancy to bring up what had happened nearly a year ago, we both wanted this conversation. "Well, I was wondering..." I started tentatively. "With the way you stretched and are touching your leg, it got me wondering if you had maybe...this morning..." My nerves got the better of me and my voice trailed off. It had been many months since Khloe and I had discussed anything intimate with each other, and I honestly didn't know where things stood.

"...if I had masturbated this morning?" She kindly finished my question for me with a cheeky grin.

I nodded slowly, taking a moment to assess her reaction. But, when I saw the natural smile in her blue eyes, I breathed more easily.

"No, not this morning," she answered. Then, after a few seconds of consideration, she added, "I've been saving my masturbation for the evenings. You know, when...when I can...listen...to you and Carla having sex."

My eyes shot wide, and I nearly choked on the sip of coffee I had just taken. But Khloe just giggled at me.

"You...um...listen?" I managed to stammer out. "You listen and...um...."

"Touch myself? Yes." She again finished for me, but this time with a mix of shyness and amusement in her voice. "It's really hot, actually. And twice..." Then her words fell away as if she suddenly caught herself confessing something she wasn't ready to tell.

"Twice..." I prompted and returned her own expression of shy amusement.

"Damn. I was getting all excited talking to you about this again and said too much..."

"Khloe, it's okay. Whatever it is that happened twice, I assure you, it's fine. And, for the record, I'm glad we're talking about this, too," I finished with a reassuring look. We sat watching one another for a long minute.

Then, after taking a slow breath, Khloe avoided my eyes and said in a hushed voice, "Well, twice I even...um...watched while I touched myself." Like she did a year ago when sharing something like this, she leaned forward and covered her face with her hands.

I could tell it took a lot for her to tell me this, but wow, what a confession, and what a piece of information to digest. I just sat quietly processing, surely with a somewhat surprised expression on my face.

Then, before I said anything, Khloe quietly voiced from behind her fingers, "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have. I couldn't help it. I'm just..."

And before she could finish her sentence with whatever self-deprecation she planned to use, I quickly added, "Hot," and smiled.

Khloe's hands fell into her lap, and her face flashed through about a dozen wordless expressions as her mind tried to process my single word.

"Um...hot...wha...how...um...what?" she finally got out.

It was her turn to be caught off guard. I reached out and gently placed my hand on her raised knee. "I admit, hearing that you watched us, and twice even, is no small thing to process. But..." I paused and adjusted my arousal as evidence, "...I also find it a...um...a total turn-on."

A slow grin spread across her lips as she took in my movement and what I said. Then she sighed softly. "Seriously? Thank God. Me, too! I was so afraid I'd have to leave after telling you that."

"Never!" I quickly replied. "Even if I was offended, there is no way I would ask you to leave over something like that. Besides," I leaned forward, too. "I think it's super hot that you watched us and got off at the same time."

"Yeah?" she asked with clear hesitancy. "You don't think I went too far or am a total perv?"

"First, yes, it's super hot. No question there. Second, while this is yet again pushing boundaries, I..." I took a moment to find the right words. "I, um, kinda like it."

Khloe smiled at that.

"And third, you are a highly erotic and sexual woman who has needs and curiosity. No, you are not a perv."

Khloe sat back and was grinning broadly now. "Well, my fingers never seem to leave my needs unsatisfied," she joked in reply, using my same words.

"Oh, of that I am well aware!" I chuckled. "I've seen what they are capable of." Now we were both laughing in a friendly, conspiratorial way - like we did many times last summer. "Besides, If I heard you correctly on your first night here, you basically told Carla you'd be listening in and enjoying yourself in the process." I finished with smug look and a wink.

"Oh! You sneaky boy!" she chided with mock disdain. "You could hear us then, couldn't you? You know, we discussed some pretty private things that evening," she quickly fired back.

"Oh, I'm quite aware," I replied with an air of silly confidence.

"So, I assume you heard a few things you liked, huh?" Khloe asked, continuing the game with her own entertained grin.

I contemplated my reply carefully, then in a more delicate tone, "Let's just say that I found it quite interesting and...educating."

Khloe raised her eyebrows at my reply but didn't say anything. She only looked at me with a mixture of composure and curiosity, as if she both knew more than me and wondered at what I found so interesting. Then, putting her feet on the floor and standing quickly, she took a step and put her hand on my shoulder. "Well, as invigorating as this long-needed conversation has been, I am going to go for a run before it gets too hot. But, just think about this..." She let her words linger in the air as she knew she had my full attention. She then leaned close to me and in a quiet voice laced with sexuality, she added, "Carla has known I watched you from the first night. She saw me watching."

I had no words. I simply sat in stunned, turned-on silence as Khloe saunter back into the house.

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I sat there completely wordless. Stunned into reflection and wonder. Carla, my Carla, had not only known that Khloe might be listening and masturbating, but she knew Khloe had watched us! She had seen her at least once. The questions buzzed through my brain like an electric swarm. Did Carla like being watched? Did she enjoy playing the exhibitionist? Did she like knowing Khloe was masturbating?

On occasion, we'd forgotten to close our door in the past, but had she been leaving it open the last few days on purpose? Did she bring Khloe's name into our sex on that first night because she knew our house guest was listening...or maybe even watching? With the way she asked me about Khloe and wanting to watch her, did she secretly know about our masturbation last year? Did she find Khloe's masturbation a turn-on like I did? I had now heard her confess to enjoying masturbation, but were there even more secrets to her sexuality to discover?

The past three nights Carla had come to bed hornier than she ever had. For some reason, having a wine-soaked conversation with Khloe seemed to spark something in Carla, something visceral and sexual and needy. Oh, I'm not complaining. We hadn't had sex three nights in a row in a long time - and dear Lord the sex! It wasn't just love-making. At times it was passionate, raw, mind-blowing, boundary-pushing, fucking. She had brought Khloe's name into our room again on the second night, asking this time if I'd like to taste Khloe as I happened to be sucking her clit and labia into my mouth. I nearly exploded. And then, there was the mutual masturbating.

We have always enjoyed touching each other in our lovemaking, but now it seemed like our hands were everywhere at once, helping each other touch and feel and finger and stroke. At one point the previous night, Carla and I both had a hand around my cock and a finger buried deep in her pussy as our bodies writhed together toward orgasm. And now, to have learned that on top of all of that, my wife knew that we were being listened to, watched, and masturbated to - this was quite the arousing revelation, especially since it didn't seem like she was just aware, but that she may be even enjoyed it.

Needing to clear my head, I made my way inside to find Carla and Khloe chatting in the kitchen. Carla was still in her sleep clothes: a thin camisole and a sexy pair of shorts, much like what Khloe had on earlier. One of my favorite pairs, actually. And, Khloe had changed into a pair of running shorts and a bright pink sports bra. I could just make out the tips of her nipples poking against the fabric. As I made my way through, the girls paused their conversation and looked my way.

While neither said anything, their looks spoke volumes. Carla gave me an affectionate yet knowing smile, like she was looking forward to another round of playtime this evening. Yet, Khloe's visage told a slightly different story. Her eyes shown with a flirty intensity, and the grin on her lips spoke of something naughty, like she and Carla shared a secret I wasn't allowed to know. Combined, they made me feel like there was something going on I knew nothing about.

Gathering my thoughts, I finally spoke despite their stares. "Um, I need to head to the store and pick up a few things for dinner. You guys need me to grab anything for you?"

"Nope," they both answered in near unison.

"Okay. I'll be back later. Love you, sweetheart. And, enjoy your run, Khloe."

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About an hour later, the garage door closed behind me with a quiet rumble. I sat in the car for a few extra minutes, working to clear my mind and to stop overthinking everything that seemed to be converging in my life: The one person I've seen naked outside of my marriage - and masturbated with - was now living with us and practically best friends with my wife. My wife seemed to be an avid masturbator along with the rest of us. I've been having some of the best sex in my life, but discovered that this live-in friend of ours had been watching and getting off to us. My wife had known about being watched and seemed to enjoy it. While it was all very stimulating and unquestionably exciting, it was a lot to process.

I closed my eyes and took a long, deep breath. The stress and anxiety of the situation seemed to bleed away to a small extent. I did feel a little calmer. And, while I'd be lying if I didn't confess to worrying that this could blow up in all our faces, I forced my mind to focus on the possibilities and live more in the excitement of the moment.

Taking another slow deep breath, I got out of the car, collected the bag of groceries, and walked inside.

"Hello," I announced in a cheerful voice. But I was only greeted with a curious silence.

I made my way to the kitchen, put the groceries away, and even gave another, "Hello, anyone?" Yet, I found no one.

Finally, I made my way into the living room and glancing around, I noticed that Khloe and Carla were deep in discussion on the patio. No wonder the house had felt empty. I stood there for a few minutes, just watching them through the tinted sliding door, as they hadn't noticed me yet. They seemed to be discussing something important, maybe something deeply personal. Each had a focused look on their face, and while neither appeared upset, they both seemed very engaged in whatever it was they were discussing.

I watched as Carla reached over and took Khloe's hands in her own. It was a friendly gesture like she was giving her comfort. But, it also felt intimate, like the two women were sharing something emotional and private.

I started to step away, but at just that moment, both women rose and started to head indoors as well. Having already gone part way down the hall, I was out of sight when they opened the door and came inside. Like the first night, Khloe stayed with us, some curiosity inside me didn't want them to know I was home yet. With my inquisitiveness overpowering my voyeuristic guilt, I stayed silent and positioned myself where I could watch and listen.

After getting a pair of drinks from the kitchen, the ladies settled on the couch facing one another, apparently ready to continue their conversation in a cooler environment.

"Holy shit, I can't believe how hot it's gotten lately. Fifteen minutes even in the shade and I feel like I'm melting," Khloe complained as she wiped her sweaty brow and took a sip from her ice water. She was still wearing the same running clothes from before and looked quite cute, albeit rather sweaty. Moreover, when she had sat down on the couch and pulled her legs up crisscross, her thin running shorts barely covered more than her panties underneath.

With an exaggerated nod, Carla agreed, "Tell me about it. I feel like this shirt is clinging to me." At that, she pulled her damp camisole forward and wafted in some of the air-conditioned air to cool her skin.

"Well, thanks for sitting out there with me while I caught my breath from my jog. You didn't have to, and we both know it's sweltering. But, talking with you has become something I really appreciate, so thank you." A more contemplative look came to Khloe's face. "I feel like we could talk about anything, and it would be safe."

Carla gave an affectionate and appreciative smile as she settled into the couch facing Khloe. "Oh my God, of course. I love talking with you, too, and I totally agree. We really could talk about anything." Her smile shifted, and a hint of mischievousness now shown in her eyes. "And we often do, don't we!" She even wiggled her eyebrows for effect.

They were both giggling now as Khloe chimed in, "Sure do! It's not every day I talk about...well, masturbation with someone!"

"And, believe me when I say I'm pretty sure I appreciate these talks as much as you do. They um..." Carla's voice lowered some, and she bit her lip. Then, "...they get me super turned on, if you can't tell."

Khloe hunched, bounced a little in her seat, and excitedly replied, "me too!" Then, after her own moment of consideration, she lowered her voice and shared, "actually, the past three days have been some of the best masturbation and orgasms I've had in months."

Now it was Carla's turn to bounce a little. "Same for me!" She said with enthusiasm as she wafted her shirt again. "I mean, God, by the time evening hits, I can't keep my hands off of Matt. Our conversations have me so turned on, I swear I'm wet even before he touches me."

A grin crept across Khloe's face that was halfway between embarrassment and intimacy. Then with a very quiet, nearly trembling voice, Khloe replied, "Yeah, I could see that."

A quiet filled the room as these words were spoken. I could instantly tell that the conversation had taken a new turn for the friends. Then, in the same voice, she continued, "I guess I should...um...say thanks for, you know, leaving your door open for me. I've really enjoyed..." But her voice faded completely.

Then to my astonishment, Carla answered, mirroring Khloe's hushed and apprehensive tone. "Listening and watching?" she finished for her.

Khloe bit her lip again and just nodded.

"Well...um...that's why I left the door open," Carla added, speaking very slowly.

Khloe's lip-biting broadened into a grin. "I hope you didn't mind, and...um...maybe even liked me watching, too?"

I could tell both girls were equally enjoying the conversation and yet being careful with their confessions. It was like they were tentatively revealing more bit by bit while simultaneously not wanting to say too much.

Carla just sat there, now biting her own lower lip and taking a few deep breaths. The air in the room was still and had a thick weight to it. Then, after mulling over her answer, she finally responded with a quiet but confident, "I did."

Those two small words caused an avalanche in more than one way.

First, my mind exploded with thoughts. Here I was again discovering more about my wife's sexuality and pleasures that I had never known. Hell, I doubt Carla or I could have even imagined these ideas a week ago, much less ever thought of playing them out. The very idea of my rather conservative wife becoming an exhibitionist was mind-altering and an unforeseen turn-on. Even while I was still processing this new idea, I noticed the arousal flowing through me. Finding my shorts suddenly uncomfortable, I adjusted my growing hardness down the leg.

And second, those two simple words seemed to unlock something between the horny friends. Carla had looked up from her feet and into Khloe's eyes just as she said them. The two just stared at each other for a long moment, grinning with acceptance and kindness. Then, Khloe leaned forward, wrapped her arms around her friend, and pulled her into a long hug.

After releasing her, all the tension that had built was gone; they both started talking in a flood. It was as if the broken tension shattered the inhibitions they had been hiding behind. Khloe's voice was now jovial and buoyant. "That is so good to hear," she said through a broad smile. "I mean, holy shit, I can't even describe how hot it is hearing you two, watching you, and...and touching myself. It feels...it feels...electric and intimate and erotic all at once, and so...fucking amazing," she spoke quickly but nearly moaned the last two words.

"I know!" Carla replied with equal excitement, "it's the same for me!" Neither of the girls could even sit still as they talked. "I would have never in a million years imagined that I would like being watched, but good lord it's so freaking hot! Knowing that you've been watching me makes me feel...I don't know...nervous and excited and sooo turned on. I feel kinda like I'm performing, or like you're somehow a part of it. I mean, that's why I kept bringing up your name that first night. I thought you might just be listening as we joked about."

Khloe laughed, "Girl, I wasn't joking!"

"I know that now!" Carla exclaimed with even more energy. "And then, as I was standing there naked, with Matt's cum running down my thigh, to see you and make eye contact...oh my God. My heart froze at first, but then..." Carla bit her lip again and paused. But the look of shared excitement on Khloe's face was enough to encourage her forward. "...but then I felt myself...um...start getting wet again. I realized that knowing you could see me, had heard me, and had watched me was like a spark inside me going off." Carla paused and stared at Khloe, noticing a shift in her expression; her eyes were now looking mischievous. "What is it?"

"Wanna know something?" Khloe asked back.

Sensing this something would only add to the mood and excitement, Carla nodded enthusiastically.

"God, I can't believe I'm gonna tell you this...but here goes!" Khloe stated, more to herself than to Carla, but then quickly continued. "Well, that first night I was really apprehensive about the whole thing and wasn't sure how you would respond to me listening and watching. Yeah, I know you left the door open, but still. I didn't want to screw up our friendship. So, I was trying to be extra quiet out in the hall. Meaning, that even though I was super turned on and touching myself while watching you guys, I was rather careful not to take it too far or to get lost in an orgasm. I definitely didn't want to get caught."

Carla sat and listened to Khloe's story with rapt attention. Her only movement was the occasional wafting of her shirt. Apparently, she was feeling even warmer now.

Khloe continued, "So, I waited until I thought you guys were asleep before I tried to...um...finish myself." She said this last part through a cheeky expression, then, "I thought that would be safer. But, while I had my eyes closed and was nearly there, you...um...stood up."

"Oh, shit..." Carla exclaimed in a quiet voice. "You're telling me that I interrupted your....your orgasm?"

"Well, more like watched it," Khloe chuckled. "Yeah, I was standing there with two fingers buried inside me and was rubbing circles with my other hand when I looked up, and we met eyes."

Carla covered her mouth in shock and in a voice mixed with both apology and arousal, breathed, "I'm sorry, Khloe."

"Oh my God, don't be sorry...you catching me at that moment took my orgasm to a whole other level! Besides, I was the one spying on you, remember!" Khloe reached out and gently moved Carla's hands away from her face. "I didn't say anything and just stared into your eyes because my whole body was locked in a blissful contraction. I couldn't even breathe. And, holy shit, when you smiled at me before walking away...God that made me just...quiver."

After a long, pregnant pause, Carla returned Khloe's question, "So...um...you want to know something, too?"

Ever so slowly, Khloe nodded.

My wife began in a timid, slightly shaky voice. "That first night when you watched, I...um

...actually left the door open...on accident." Seeing Khloe's eyes suddenly widen as the implication hit her, she quickly continued. "But, I'm really glad I did and that you...um...were there."

The worrisome expression on Khloe's face faded as quickly as it had appeared, and the two friends sat looking at one another with an obvious and growing closeness. Finally, Carla spoke softly, "So, I guess we both kinda like being watched, huh?"

"Certainly looks that way. Yeah, I think we do."

Carla then let out a sigh and wafted her shirt again.

Noticing that she had done this half a dozen times in the past few minutes, Khloe finally asked, "Girl, if you're still that hot, why don't you just take the shirt off?"

Carla stiffened slightly and just stared at Khloe.

The friend softened her tone a bit, and added, "I mean, you look uncomfortably warm, and at this point, I don't think it has much to do with having been outside. Besides, it's not like I haven't already seen you naked...several times..." She let her voice trail off.

I held my breath and just watched, frozen in the moment of consideration along with my wife and Khloe. It felt like all three of us knew we were at another crossroads. Then, with the corners of her lips starting to turn upward, Carla slowly crossed her arms and took hold of the lower hem of her camisole. Then after a deep breath, she meticulously lifted the shirt up her torso, over her breasts, and off over her head.

With visibly stiffening nipples, she set the shirt beside her on the couch. "There. That is...that is much better. You were right." There was a slight waver to her voice, but it was hard to tell if it was from nerves or arousal or both.

Khloe smiled warmly. "Good. I'm glad. You really do have beautiful breasts. And, if it's not too much, I have to say...I freaking love your nipples."

This comment seemed to break any tension that had reformed in the room. Suddenly seeming much more at ease with her partial nudity, Carla slouched her shoulders and moved her upper arms forward, squeezing her breast together and making her nipples poke directly at Khloe. "Really?” she asked in a high-pitched and shy voice.

"God, yes, girl!" Khloe fired back. "They're gorgeous and puffy and definitely bigger than mine."

"Yeah?" Now, Carla couldn't help herself. She slowly moved her hands and rubbed both of her breasts, letting her stiff nipples poke between her fingers in a teasing way. "I mean, if you say so."

Khloe grinned, thinking she was interpreting her friend's comment correctly, and slowly pulled first one arm, then the other through and out of her sport's bra. Once she lifted it over her head and off, she set it on the couch next to Carla's shirt and slowly looked up into her eyes. "See?" She asked. Their faces both betrayed a melange of emotions: apprehension, acceptance, hesitancy, confidence. But, through it all ran a strong and heady sense of arousal. This sexual feeling had become the overpowering element in the room that neither had directly mentioned, but both knew was there and felt. Until that instant.

"Um...I don't know about you..." Khloe started. "But...um..." Her voice failed her as she looked down at her own slightly smaller, puckering nipples.

At her friend's hesitation, Carla finished, "But, you're unbelievably turned on right now, too." Her words came out like a fast confession. And both women started to smile and squirm even more.

After gently squeezing her own breasts, Khloe started to trail her hands up and down her thighs. "Yeah, I am," she breathed heavily, as her hands moved with a gentle firmness from her knees up to the very edge of her shorts at the top crease of her legs. Only the small bridge of fabric between her thighs remained untouched. "I'm so wet I can feel it."

Carla seemed beside herself. The look in her eyes fluttered between apprehension and ecstasy. But, she sat there, intently watching Khloe caress the skin of her legs as she herself continued to gently massage her own breasts and lightly twirl her nipples. I had never seen her this way before.

I watched this whole scene play out from my dark hallway with rapt attention, feeling more aroused than I had been even in the past three days of voracious sex. Like the women, I couldn't help but to touch myself. I had started to rub my ever-hardening cock through my shorts and struggled to stay as quiet as possible. I knew the conflict that was most likely surging through my wife. She had told me in the past that she had never once found women desirable or had any inclination to do something sexual with one. But, now here she was sitting across from one of her closest friends, half undressed, and delightfully kneading her breasts. The arousal in the room was so thick you could practically taste it.

"What...um...what would you do now," Carla started in a very quiet voice, "if...um...you were maybe...by yourself?" Her face was a picture of timidity, but her eyes shown with a fierce sexuality that I had only seen on rare occasions.

After a slow breath and a moment to process the intent of the question, Khloe very slowly moved her hands to the top of her shorts and hooked her thumbs in the waistband. Her eyes, however, were glued to Carla's. In a voice as quiet as my wife's, she whispered, "I would...probably take off these shorts."

It was incredibly subtle, but Khloe heard Carla's breathing increase and took it as consent.

"Like this." And just as slowly as she had moved a moment before, Khloe delicately lifted her hips and pushed her running shorts down her legs, and dropped them on the floor. She was now wearing only the light blue panties I had glimpsed earlier that morning. But, now I could see a large, damp shadow in the center of the gusset as she sat back down and brought her legs up again. "And, you? What would you do next?" she breathed to Carla.

In a similarly slow fashion, Carla hesitantly lowered her sleep shorts over her hips and down her legs. Once she dropped them next to Khloe's, she returned to her position on the couch, only this time, instead of crossing her leg under her, she lifted her left knee and let it rest against the back cushion. This spread her legs wider than I ever thought she'd be comfortable doing and gave Khloe a perfect view of her inner thighs and lacy black panties.

Noticing the mix of emotions playing across her friend's face, Khloe gave her a supportive smile and reached out and gently rubbed her shin. "You're beautiful," she encouraged.

Both women stared at one another, floating their eyes over each other's bodies, breasts, panties, and legs. But it was their hands that drew the most attention. Carla's had again returned to her breasts, massaging herself with a little more intent than before and gently pulling her erect nipples between thumb and forefinger.

Meanwhile, Khloe's had returned to her thighs. She pressed firmly now, stroking and stimulating her skin, up and down her legs, until finally, both hands met at her center. Her fingers all crossed over her dampening panties and pressed against her vulva in a needy motion. Watching and feeling this sexual contact, the friends both moaned in unison. Likewise, caught up in the moment of the building sexual tension, I pressed against my own hardness and had to bite my lip to keep from moaning along with them.

With unbreakable focus, Carla watched as Khloe began to slowly massage her panties and her barely covered sex in a deep circular motion. Her hands didn't move quickly, but they pressed against her pussy with deliberate attention, building her pleasure. Slowly around and around they went. She leaned her head back against a pillow and half-closed her eyes as she let out a deep, erotic sigh. She wanted this. She needed this.

I could see Carla visibly trembling, now. Only a handful of times had I ever seen her this aroused and excited in the entirety of our marriage. Leaving one hand grasping her left breast, she ever so slowly trailed the other down her torso, across her stomach, and onto her panties. However, she stopped just below the waistband and gently scraped her fingers against the silky fabric. I watched as a shiver ran through her body, but Khloe saw it too.

Even through her half-closed eyes, Khloe was still watching her friend's touch. In a soft yet heady voice, she said, "Keep going," then smiled gently and lost herself momentarily as her body twitched from her own caresses.

Biting her lips again, Carla began to move her hand lower, even slower than last time. I could tell she wanted this badly, but that she was apprehensive of taking the next step. Then, with shivering fingers, she finally moved her hand between her thighs. The moment her fingers brushed her sensitive folds through the thin fabric her body convulsed and she let out a gasp of pleasured relief. Settling back onto her pillow, her palm locked firmly against her mons, and her fingers pressed deeply against her panties to find her aching clit. Letting go of her held breath and remaining inhibitions, Carla began to undulate her fingers against her vulva, deliberately and sensually massaging her most sensitive and erotic center.

Watching both women touch themselves like this had me flying in a blissful erotic high. I was so turned on, my body shook involuntary. I continued to rub and squeeze my now nearly painful cock through my shorts and could even feel a small wet spot where my precum had soaked through. Soon enough, the women fell into a rhythm of rubbing and writhing, matching one another's motions. But, unbeknownst to them, my hand and motions followed suit, creating a three-way synchronisation of masturbation. I knew I wasn't going to last long.

But, Carla and Khloe seemed to have other ideas. While they were both lost in the euphoria of touching and watching and being watched, neither had any intent to hurry. In fact, observing the slow, deliberate, circular strokes their fingers were making over their panties, it seemed that they were more of a mind to draw out their climaxes as long as possible. So there they sat, staring at each other's pressing hands and moving fingers. Matching their own movements with their facing partner and mirroring it counterpoint with their hips. Their increasingly heavy breathing and occasional moans marked the building tension of their self-created pleasures.

How long they revelled in this erotic pattern, I could not say. But, when Khloe's needy words came, they broke the silence and hit all of us as a much need relief. With a long moan and an arched back, Khloe finally moved her hands away from her soaked and wrinkled panties and passed them through the sides to touch her dripping pussy directly. "Oh my God, I needed to feel myself," she said with a sharp intake of breath. "These were just getting in the way."

"Then just take them off..." Carla directed in reply. Both women sat there, breathing deeply for a long moment, relieved and surprised by what they each had just said. Then, no longer hesitating or looking away, they both lifted their hips and slid their sopping panties down their legs. Now, completely freed and naked, they quickly leaned back into their places, spread their knees wide, and resumed their masturbating with unparalleled passion.

Now it was different. Where they had been patient before, they now moved with urgency. Where they once seemed to focus more on the build, they now aimed for release. Wet sounds of arousal filled the room as their fingers now twirled and circled and pressed their folds with increased speed and pressure.

Unable to restrain myself either and following their lead, I pulled my aching, hard cock from my shorts and began to stroke and squeeze myself in time with their shared passion. Catching and spreading my precum over my engorged and sensitive head, I was in body-quaking delight as my hand moved up and down my shaft. But, I absolutely had to stay quiet. I watched as Khloe's circular rubbing turned into slow thrusting as she pushed first one, then two fingers deep inside her vagina. She moaned and convulsed several times as her body yearned for and accepted this new sensation. Then, rhythmically riding her own hand, she began to move her hips in a thrusting pattern that was both feminine and powerful.

Likewise, rubbing was no longer enough for Carla. Also watching her friend's new technique, my wife first brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them with a hungry desire. She obviously enjoyed the taste of her arousal and the naughtiness of her action but focused on getting her fingers nice and wet.

Then lowering them again, she rubbed firmly across her clit and around her inner labia several times before she finally pressed them into her aching pussy in one, unhesitating motion. The deep intake of breath and the sudden spasm that wracked her body told me that these added sensations nearly made her cum. But after a moment, she too fell into a pattern of motion. Her left hand resumed its stroke of circles on her clit while her right fingers now circled inside of her, petting and stroking her innermost vaginal spot of pleasure.

I, myself, had touched her there many times to orgasm in the past. And we both had stroked there inside of her just the night before. But, there was something explosively erotic and personal about watching her ride her own fingers, lost in the ecstasy of her own touch and throbbing pussy.

I could no longer tell if the friends were watching one another or were more lost in the mixed sounds of each other's pleasure. Their faces reflected the raw passion of the sexual waves now coursing through their bodies - mouths open, lungs gasping, eyes opening and closing, and voices whimpering. They each had become the quintessence of feminine self-pleasure, and it was erotic and beautiful.

With the vision of these two women before me, each writhing in their own caresses, I knew I wouldn't last much longer and that my orgasm would be cataclysmic. Already, I could feel waves of tension and release surging through me as my impending climax built. And, with the sight of two exquisite pussies being thrust and rubbed and fingered in rapturous fashion, I knew there was little I could do to delay its arrival at this point.

However, I was not the first to cum. With a long groan that suddenly cut off with a sharp intake of breath, Carla's body seized and shook as wave after wave of orgasmic contraction coursed through her. It was as if a dam had broken, and with a mad rush, all of the restrained and contained carnal titillation she had built up burst through and out of her. Her hips clamped her hands to her sex, and she rode out her cresting climax with wide eyes, tense and quivering muscles, and soft whispers.

But just as Carla was descending from hers, Khleo's orgasm erupted in explosive fashion and ripped violently through her body. Beginning somewhere inside her pelvis, her hips thrust forward and slammed against her hand, which now pressed aggressively inside and against her dripping vulva. Then, with several full-body convulsions, Khloe shouted, "Fuuuck, I'm cumming so hard!"

While Carla had shaken, Khloe thrashed; where Carla had seemed to contract, Khloe expanded. She spread her legs even wider, and between each surge, her fingers rubbed and pounded her soaked pussy to extract every last inch of pleasure. Finally, panting and drunk with gratification, she collapsed, letting her hand drape on her damp thigh.

What had just occurred before me, was magnificent, sensual, erogenous, and impassioned. My breath was simply taken away by how beautiful it was to watch both women take themselves to the very edge of their climactic apex and launch themselves over in celebration of their own release. Watching such freedom of body and touch and self-love wasn't just breathtaking, it was intoxicating. So much so that I had got completely lost in watching their masturbation and forgotten about my own. There I stood, hard cock in hand, breathing heavy, shaking, and aroused beyond understanding. But I wasn't moving at all. I was overtaken completely by what I had just witnessed; I was frozen.

I leaned quietly against the wall and closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath. What did this mean? Khloe had now masturbated with both me and Carla; what would happen next? How would Carla feel about this experience? Would she want this again? What would she think of me masturbating with Khloe? Would she let me join them?

While these questions and others filled my brain, I began to imagine what it would be like to share in a circle of masturbation with both these amazing women. What it would be like for all three of us to writhe and cum together? As these thoughts built, I again started to move my hand slowly up and down my hardened shaft. I squeezed my girth firmly and could feel the pulse of my arousal begging for relief. I could again feel the pressure of release begin to build, only this time, it was building fast. My body twitched with each stroke as I rounded my hand over my now purple head. With a shudder, I felt my orgasm begin to rise from deep in my core. But at that very moment, I heard an intake of breath. It wasn't my own. I quickly opened my eyes.

There before me stood Khloe, fully naked with flushed chest and cheeks, and a completely shocked expression on her face.

I instantly froze. My mind was locked somewhere between indecision and terror. The arousal that flowed through my blood turned to ice and was replaced with cold, silent fear. I had just ruined this beautiful experience. It was over. I was undone.

Neither of us spoke; we just stared at one another's nakedness - she with pointed nipples and me with my cock still in my hand. Our minds raced and simultaneously processed the situation and next steps.

Tongue-tied and dazed, I finally attempted some kind of explanation. "I...um...Khloe...um..caught me...sorry...shit..."

But with a gentle hand, Khloe reached out and put a single finger to my lips, hushing me instantly. As my fear still rampaged my mind, I watched as the look of surprise on Khloe's face slowly moved through realization and acceptance and settled somewhere between understanding and expectancy. Then she smiled. But, it wasn't a kind smile. It was one of mischief.

"Carla has gone to shower in your room. Looks like I interrupted something...special here." Then to my shock, she subtly licked her lips, and continued in a sultry tone, "My, what an opportunity."

Then, without breaking eye contact, she slowly lowered herself to her knees right before me and took the end of my cock into her mouth. I gasped. Gently she sucked me into her warmth as she laced her fingers with mine around my shaft. We now slowly started stroking together as her tongue and lips played exquisitely on and around and under my head.

My body convulsed and I began to shake. This was too much: too much emotion, too much stimulus, too much pleasure. But she didn't relent. She began to move our hands faster, forward and back while her tongue danced magically on the underside of my hardness. She moaned, and the vibrations sent shivers pulsing through my core. I was going to erupt.

Sensing my impending orgasm, Khloe increased her pace and brought more and more of my cock into her mouth. Then, with a final swirl of her tongue and applied suction, I came. Hard. It felt as if every muscle in my body contracted at once and coursed with pleasured agony. I shot pulse after pulse of my cum into Khloe's awaiting mouth. Her eyes opened wide, but she stayed with me, taking in and savoring as much as she could.

This release embodied the female pleasures I had witnessed, the long build-up of my own arousal, the fear and excitement of getting caught, and the exhilaration of Khloe's most unexpected touch. My body was wracked with tremors as I convulsed, struggling to stay upright. A guttural moan of pure relief erupted from within me and came out through my chest.

Khloe swallowed and sucked and stroked my hardness through my orgasm as if it was her pleasure as much as it was mine. Despite her efforts, a trail of cum was now dripping down her cheek, having leaked from around my cock. Feeling that the main release was over, she slowly removed her mouth and began to lick and clean along my shaft and over the leaking head. This sent shivers through me, but I refused to pull away. Finally, feeling like she had me clean, she stood back up and wiped the cum from her cheek with her finger.

"I forgot how much I like your cum," she grinned at me, taking her finger into her mouth to savor her last taste.

I just stood there, wordless. Processing. Breathing. Shaking.

"Well, I know this was a bit risky, but Carla was occupied. And, I figured now you don't really need to clean yourself up." She grinned. "And, I got a treat I've been craving for a year."

With that, she lightly kissed me on my cheek and sauntered down the hallway to her room. I watched her firm ass jiggle lightly with each of her steps, wondering at what had just happened. At the last moment before closing her door, Khloe glanced over her shoulder and winked. "Watching's fun, huh?" Then, she disappeared.

"Fun?" I asked myself out loud. Holy shit, if this was fun, I couldn't wait to see what was yet in store.