Joy and I had a great marriage, or so I thought. Then, I overheard my wife of ten years, telling Angie, a neighbor and close confidant to my wife, that I had performance issues in the bedroom. I was both hurt and astonished at the revelation.
I did a little self-evaluating and several days later, just when I was about to confront my wife, I was approached by Angie as I was out moving the lawn sprinkler around. I had a secret crush on Angie, as she was “Playboy bunny” beautiful, and super outgoing.
Angie said she had something personal to ask me. She got in close to where I was standing, and cocking her head to the side, she whispered,
“Joy told me y’all are having issues in the bedroom and I know it's not any of my business, but are things okay between you two?”
I was a bit embarrassed by the question. I quickly reassured her that everything was fine between Joy and I. Angie stepped even closer, placing her hand on my arm.
“Joy told me you guys were having issues,” Angie remarked. She assured me that she understood that this was a very personal matter.
“Look,” Angie added, “I know the two of you and I know you’ll work things out, but if you want to chat about it, or whatever, I’m just here to help.”
It was her “whatever” that piqued my sense of curiosity. The wink she proffered practically melted me.
“So, what should I do?” I asked. “I mean, I know I’m not a stud, but this kind of hurts my man-pride.”
Angie smiled.
“Well,” she replied, still holding on to my forearm, “if you want to come over for a bit, we can talk about it in a more private place rather than out here where everyone can see us.”
Angie and I became better acquainted with each other that day, and our friendship blossomed in the most unexpected of ways, and when I say that we became great friends, I mean that we developed a mutual liking for one another, both platonically and romantically.
As I stood in the hallway of my own house, just outside the master bedroom in the house, I replayed that day in my head as I watched Angie giving Joy a massage. Joy was lying flat on her stomach, dressed casually in her pink panties and nothing else while Angie was dressed in her trademark shorts and sports bra, with her hair tied back in a ponytail.
Angie sat on the back of my Joy’s outstretched legs, massaging Joy’s back.
“Have you and Ed managed to work out your issues?” Angie pressed.
“Not really,” Joy replied. “I think we are stuck in neutral.
“I wish Ed would touch me the way you do,” Joy confided. “He is so rushed sometimes.”
I was taking mental notes.
Joy hummed her approvals of Angie’s very provocative handwork, as she worked her way to Joy’s cute little bubble butt. As Angie reached Joy’s ass, she looped a finger under the elastic waistband of Joy’s underwear.
“These have to go,” Angie declared. To my surprise, Joy did not have any issues allowing Angie to strip off her underwear.
Angie casually spread Joy’s legs apart, placing a knee up against my wife’s buttocks as she proceeded to work on her back and buttocks. Joy took in a deep breath and exhaled. Rut-row, I knew that sign and that prolonged 'hummmm' very well.
“Are you okay?” Angie asked.
“Yes,” Joy answered.
“Are you sure?” Angie pressed.
Joy stayed silent for a moment and then replied.
“I think I might be getting a little turned on,” Joy replied.
“That’s normal,” Angie replied. “The massage is stimulating your adrenal glands. Just relax and enjoy it.”
“I’m trying,” Joy replied, “But it’s just that you’re so damn good and very erotic.”
I watched as Angie slipped her fingers closer to Joy’s love box. Joy simply buried her head into the folds of her arms.
Joy’s breathing became more pronounced, the closer Angie got in her massage to Joy’s vagina. Angie slipped a lone finger along the outer edges of Joy’s vagina. Joy hummed her approval and softly replied, “I love your touches.”
Seeing my wife getting worked up by Angie was nerve-wracking. I was horny as I could be. Angie looked back over her shoulder towards the bedroom door and seeing me standing in the hallway, she head-nodded for me to join them.
I silently stripped naked in the hallway, just outside the partially closed bedroom door.
Angie motioned for me to come into the room. As I slipped into the room, she held up one hand to stop me. I stopped at the end of the bed and watched as Angie continued to finger-fuck my wife.
The musty smell of sex filled my nostrils as I stood there.
“You are so freaking awesome,” Angie breathlessly said.
“You are too kind,” Joy replied, “I love your touches. I really do.”
“So, what do you think Ed would say if he knew you and I might hook up?” Angie asked.
“Oh my God!” Joy shot back, “He’d probably freak out, he is so conservative.”
Angie chuckled and replied, “I don’t think he is as conservative as you’d probably think.”
Angie motioned for me to get closer. I reached out and placed my hand on to my wife’s uncovered ass and began to deeply massage it.
“Oh, my goodness,” Joy replied, “You are so good!”
Angie shifted on the bed and I took her place, pushing my bare knee up against my wife’s very damp and moist pussy, straddling her backside. I slipped a lone finger into my wife’s pussy and then I gently began to tease her hooded clit, as she arched her butt upwards to accommodate my probing, still thinking it was Angie doing the probative workup.
Angie slipped off the bed and made her way to the side of it, and started massaging Joy’s shoulder, even as I continued my probing of my wife’s pussy.
Suddenly, things connected, and Joy looked up from the folds of her arms at Angie and then over her shoulder at myself. The look on Joy’s face was priceless as she realized what was transpiring.
“You bastards!” Joy declared. “This is not fair!”
I cut her off mid-sentence.
“Babe,” I said, “Let's simply enjoy ourselves.”
“Oh my God!” Joy replied, turning about four shades of a deep crimson color.
Angie bent forward and grabbed Joy’s head, and turned her head to the side, planting a deeply provocative kiss right on Joy’s mouth. Joy was not really in any position to resist Angie’s advances.
Joy simply melted at that point, reaching out and pulling Angie closer and into a deep-throated and very prolonged and equally provocative kiss as I finger-fucked my wife’s pussy from behind her.
I needed to nut, and in a bad way. I had my choice of either Angie or Joy. I opted to take care of my wife, first and foremost. It was the right thing to do.
Joy shuddered as I pushed my cock into her pussy and I began a slow and deliberative rocking motion. The more I pounded her, the more vocal she became, until finally she exploded, her vaginal fluids rushing out of her and onto the bedsheets.
I looked at Angie and winked. I had never been involved in a three-way and while I had often fantasized about such a thing, I never expected it would or could happen.
I head-nodded at Angie and she repositioned herself on to the bed beside my wife, who had flipped onto her back to watch things. Angie grabbed Joy’s hand and held on to it as I worked my way between Angie’s legs and began kissing her inner thighs. After bringing Angie to the brink of several orgasms, I guided my still rock-hard cock into her golden honey pot.
Oh Lord.
Angie’s pussy clamped down on my cock and would not let go. Our pubic bones crashed into one another and I quickly nutted, shooting my jism deep inside of her, as she shook and trembled. I looked over at Joy and could see a smile crossing her face as I dumped my load inside of her best friend.
Again, it was all so surreal and unplanned. It was an incredibly special and pivotal moment for all three of us.
Our friendship remained strong after the initial solidification of our mutual feelings. Joy and I enjoyed a renewed sex life and on occasion, we added in Angie for the pure fun of things. She was spunky and a delight to be around, and it was a huge relief to not have to hide my feelings.
