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A Wet Sleepover
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lunaswift

A Wet Sleepover

One sleepover, two desperate friends bursting to go on a shocked husband
Sophie snuggled further into the duvet. Next to her Emma was cradling a mug of hot chocolate as if it was a newborn child. They could hear Paul snoring upstairs. This wasn't quite the raucous recreation of a childhood sleepover they'd planned.

Sophie had suggested it the week before. A chance to have a giggle and pretend to be young again. Wear their old nighties, gossip about the people they fancied, watch bad movies, eat too much ice cream. It meant Emma's partner being booted out of the way of course but that wasn't the end of the world.

Emma had finished work and come home quite excited. She'd sent Paul upstairs, promising him a reward if he left them to it for the night, like a well trained dog he did as he was told. She'd opened a bottle of wine, filled a bowl with the sweets from their childhood, sherbet, dolly mixture, cola bottles, that kind of thing. Finally she dug out the nightie she'd last worn a fair few years before. It was shimmery, with some kind of sewn in sparkly glitter of the type she'd thought so cool as a teenager. She'd grown taller since then though as when she put it on it barely skimmed her bottom. 

Emma had agreed after their last sleepover before uni started that they'd keep their nighties locked away until the next one. Neither of them knew it would be such a long time, nearly ten years later. 

Emma decided against wearing underwear, maybe she'd flash Sophie, just for a laugh. A spark inside her of a distant memory almost came to the surface but it disappeared when the doorbell rang.

"Hi!"

They exchanged hugs and Sophie came inside, wearing a long dressing gown. "I got a few looks driving over here," she laughed as they made their way through to the living room.

The sofa bed had been pulled out and piled high with cushions and blankets. Emma popped the wine cork and they settled in to watch the first of several incredibly cheesy films. As the second bottle fell empty onto the carpet Sophie sighed happily. She was enjoying herself. This was exactly like the old days.

"Let's play the game we used to play," Emma suggested.

"Which one?"

"See which of us can go the longest without going to the bathroom."

"That's not fair. You always won that, and anyway I need to go now."

"Me too, that should make it more even. I'm going to make a hot chocolate. To keep it fair I think you should have one too."

She stood up and Sophie was able to take a long look at her friend's legs. She raised her eyebrows when she realised Emma was wearing nothing under her nightie. She was all for recreating their youth but didn't she have any shame? Although she couldn't talk really, under her dressing gown she was naked, still nervous about revealing this in case Emma didn't feel the same as she did about the two of them, the years in between yearning for her friend, never knowing if she remembered the drunken things they did together as teenagers.

Sophie sipped her hot chocolate, feeling the aching in her tummy grow stronger. She wouldn't last much longer before she'd have to go pee. Emma sat beside her staring at the TV, wriggling in her seat.

By the time the credits rolled Sophie felt enormous, her tummy bloated and her legs clamped together, she knew she had to go.

Standing up, she looked at Emma who seemed just as uncomfortable. "You win," she began. "I have to pee."

"Can't you last any longer?" Emma sounded smug, as if she'd known things would turn out this way.

"Don't sound so pleased with yourself. I'm going to the bathroom."

"Sorry, I meant to say, the toilet's being fixed. I've been going outside."

Sophie was shocked. "What? I'm not weeing in your garden. What if the neighbours see?"

"Fine, you'll have to wet yourself then."

"Don't tempt me, I'll do it on your carpet."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Watch me."

Sophie tugged at her dressing gown cord, it fell away to reveal her nudity. Emma gawped at her friend, her huge breasts, the nipples erect in the sudden cold, her slightly bulging tummy, the tiny strip of pubic hair and her long slender legs. She hadn't seen her naked in years and here she was standing there with no shame at all.

Sophie squatted down on the carpet, daring Emma to stop her. Emma just watched, calling her bluff, knowing she'd never go through with this. Her eyes opened wider as Sophie actually began pissing on her floor. She couldn't believe it.

"That feels so much better," Sophie sighed, feeling the relief immediately as strong smelling piss gushed from her down into the thick carpet at her feet. She could feel the warmth on her toes and splashing her thighs as it poured from her. Emma was gobsmacked but at the same time it was making her all the more desperate to go.

"You filthy bitch," she laughed. "This'll teach you."

She walked over to where Sophie was crouching down and lifted her nightie, pointing her shaved pussy straight at Emma's face.

"What are you do...?" Sophie began but stopped as a jet of piss flew from Emma and hit her straight in the mouth. She gagged at the heat of it but swallowed involuntarily, feeling the spark inside her growing stronger. A steady flow splashed down her chin, trickling over her boobs and falling to the floor. For some reason she laughed, enjoying their stupid drunken moment together.

Sophie finished peeing first and leant forward, angling her face to catch the last spurts coming out of her friend. She swallowed hard and blinked the sting of urine out of her eyes. For a moment they looked at each other, then Sophie grabbed Emma's hips and pulled her down to the floor. They lay together, oblivious to the squelching of the carpet under them as frantically they kissed, tongues probing each other's mouths, hands sliding over each other's bodies.

Sophie broke the kiss off first, laying Emma on her back and diving between her legs. With no warning she suddenly pushed two fingers straight up inside her friend, amazed at how wet she was already, wanting nothing but to make her friend come, memories of their friendship bubbling up inside her and suddenly completely in love.

Emma spread her legs wider, feeling a tongue on her clit and grinding her hips to help the movement, moaning loudly as she lay there, shocked at the suddenness of it all but feeling this was just right somehow. She looked up and was shocked to see Paul standing in the doorway, he must have heard her moaning. He was naked, holding his erect penis in his hand, slowly stroking it up and down.

Paul put a finger to his lips and tiptoed to Sophie, kneeling behind her, staring at her pert bottom sticking up into the air as, oblivious to his presence, she continued playing with Emma's soaking wet pussy. Paul watched for a moment more, then unable to contain himself, he pushed his hard cock straight up Sophie's pussy. She went rigid for a second, trying to work out what the hell was happening, then realised who it was. He'd heard them then, lucky he didn't seem to mind what could technically count as an affair.

Paul began to fuck Sophie, each thrust pushing his cock further inside her, feeling her tight moistness against the head of his tool with each shove of his hips. Sophie's face was being banged back and forth into Emma's pussy, harder and faster, making her groan loudly into Emma's crotch.

Emma was too far gone to care about him staring at her as she felt her clit begin to tingle uncontrollably. She knew her orgasm wasn't far away now and all she wanted was for it to take control of her body. Sophie seemed to know what was happening as she began to finger fuck her harder, gently biting her clit one last time before sucking it into her mouth.

Emma screamed. "You're making me come, fucking hell, it feels so good..." She drifted off as the orgasm she'd yearned for took over, making her jerk and shake on the floor, her pussy twitching like made round Sophie's fingers.

Paul nearly lost it at that point but slowed down just enough to keep from orgasming. He began to pick up speed when Sophie slid forwards suddenly, off the end of his cock. She turned and with a single swift movement, pushed him onto his back.

Paul lay back, wondering why the carpet was damp under his body. He was distracted by Sophie lowering herself onto his cock, letting him slide all the way up inside her in less than a second. She moaned and began riding him as Emma watched, her breathing still some way from returning to normal. She wanted to move, wanted to kiss Sophie, to thank her, to cuddle up to her, but instead she could only watch as Sophie rode her partner, her boobs bouncing wildly up and down as she fucked his cock, using him to bring herself to climax. She had a hand between her legs, rubbing it against her clit, masturbating herself to get there quicker.

Paul couldn't hold it in any longer, he grabbed Sophie's hips and ground her down onto him as he thrust his hips upwards, spunk shooting up into Sophie's pussy, filling her up as his cock jerked spontaneously. He collapsed back, panting as Sophie continued to ride his still hard cock, chasing her own orgasm. At last she too screamed out loud, a climax stronger than any she'd felt before raced through her as she turned to glance at Emma, their eyes locking as she came.

The three of them lay still for some time, drifting off to sleep, naked on the carpet. Paul awoke first, sliding out from under Sophie and tiptoeing back to the bedroom.

Emma awoke next and climbed into the sofa bed, half coaxing, half dragging Sophie in alongside her. They fell asleep again, this time in each other's arms, not waking until long after the sun had risen the next day.

Sophie was up first, wondering just what had happened the night before. She was naked, had she taken her nightie off? Why was she aching so much between the legs? Had she had a naughty dream? She glanced at Emma, still fast asleep beside her and wondered.

A minute later Emma stretched and yawning, blinking her eyes open and seeing Sophie staring back at her.

"Good morning," she muttered, her mouth feeling dry and rough after the wine filled evening they'd had.

"Good morning," Sophie relied, "though I'm not sure what happened last night. Can you remember any of it?"

Emma just smiled, then got up and walked away to the bathroom, Sophie staring at her naked bottom as she left the room, wondering if maybe her dream had happened after all.

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