Years ago, we'd often talk about mmf or ffm threesomes, groups, etc as fantasies while we fucked each other's brains out. I knew that Tinks had previously had an mmf threesome, but more and more, we kept adding a woman to our fantasies. I thought nothing of it, and kept writing it into the stories I compose when alone on night shifts. Outside the bedroom though, nothing was ever mentioned.
Anyway, a few years ago, sitting at home on a cold, snowy afternoon, we heard a knock at the door. Opening it, I saw Tinks' closest friend, Becky. She'd called in to drop the Christmas presents off, knowing we were both off work that day. Coming in to the front room with the log burner was so hot compared to the winter weather, Becky took of her coat and jumper. To set the scene, Becky is about 5'6", long blonde hair, curvy, with particularly large tits. Standing there in tight jeans, knee length boots and a tight top didn't leave much to the imagination. She was single, but I had vague recollection that some years ago, she'd been living with another woman. Every now and then, I'd seen the way she looked at my wife, and suspected that she was drawn to her, but never imagined anything would come of it.
We talked for a while over a cup of tea, catching up with life in general. Nothing specific, but we hadn't seen Becky for a couple of weeks. Tinks asked if I'd nip upstairs and get the bag with Becky's presents in from beside the wardrobe, so off I went. When I came back in, both girls were giggling, and it was obvious something was going on, but I had no idea what. Sitting down beside Tinks, I could suddenly see that Becky, sat opposite, had remarkably big nipples, that were now happily jutting through her tight top. Now don't get me wrong, I have noticed this about Becky before, but I'm pretty sure they weren't like that when I went upstairs for the presents.
I must have been staring too long, because I suddenly got a dig in the ribs from Tinks! She asked me if I'd make another cup of tea, so off I went again, still picturing what those magnificent nipples would look like under that top!
I was gone no more than a few minutes, but when I walked back in, it took me a split second to realise that something had changed. Tinks was not on the sofa in front of me where I expected. She was laid on the floor in front of the log burner. Topless. Passionately kissing Becky, who was also topless, crushing her fabulous naked tits into Tinks' own magnificent 32Gs.
Speechless, I just stood there, my cock hardening instantly, but trapped in my jeans. Tinks looked up, and told me to put the cups down. She motioned for me to come closer, but stopped me at arms length.
"No touching, just watch" she said. Becky looked up at my bulging crotch. "Until we say otherwise, anyway" she added, then closed her mouth over my wife's as her hands roamed over her tits, teasing Tinks' nipples. Tinks suddenly moaned into Becky's mouth, her own hands fumbling at Becky's belt. In a flash, they had stripped each other naked, and were laid out beneath me, kissing and stroking each other's bodies.
Becky slowly started working her mouth down my wife's body, with Tinks moaning loudly as her nipples disappeared one by one into Becky's mouth. Her own hands were pinching at both of Becky's rigid nipples, making her moan too, but Becky moved lower, out of reach. I was engrossed in Tinks' face, watching how turned on she had suddenly become, her face flushed.
Suddenly she cried out and arched her back, as Becky's tongue traced over Tinks' pussy. I moved round for a closer look, just as Becky pushed two fingers into my wife's already glistening cunt. Tinks cried out again, and Becky begin to work her fingers back and forth. Her hand was palm upwards, and I could see her fingers, shiny with Tinks' juices, were curved upwards too. I knew exactly where this was going, and watched eagerly as Becky lowered her mouth and sucked Tinks' clit.
Becky's fingers became a blur as she worked them hard in that soaking pussy. Her mouth was relentless, never leaving the beautifully engorged clit alone. Tinks cried out again, even louder, arching her back violently. Here it was. She was coming. I knew her body so well, and I knew what Becky was doing to her in that position. I wasn't disappointed.
Suddenly, a torrent of juice erupted from Tinks' pussy, drenching Becky's smiling face, and dripping onto her gorgeous tits. Slowly, she let her fingers slip from my wife, leaned forward, and offered them to my wife to suck. Greedily, she lapped every drop of her own juices from them.
Becky beckoned me over with her other hand. "No hands yet," she said, before lifting her fingers for me to lick my wife's cum from them. I sucked hard on a nipple as I finished the last drop, and she moaned, but she guided my face to hers. Kissing me hard, I could taste my wife on her mouth. "Now watch again," she said as she released my tongue.
Becky slowly kissed her way back up Tinks' trembling body, briefly pausing to tease her nipples with her lips, teeth and tongue. Tinks squealed with pleasure, her body still recovering from such an intense orgasm. Moving further up, she placed her fabulous tits on top of my wife's, and lowered her head, kissing Tinks passionately again.
I could see that they were now eagerly exploring each other's pussies with their fingers, and the moans were almost too much for me to bear. Becky moved again, further up, straddling my wife's chest. Her legs pinned Tinks' arms down so she could not move, and she leaned back, slipping three fingers deep into my wife's quivering pussy. She thrust them hard into her, several times, before taking her hand out, raising her own body slightly, and thrusting them deep into her own pussy, inches from Tinks' face.
Without pause, she fucked herself hard and fast until I thought she would cum. She stopped, obviously close to the edge. She lowered her fingers to my wife's mouth, which she greedily accepted, sucking them dry. Becky let her fingers slip from Tinks' mouth, then suddenly lowered her dripping pussy to my wife's lips. Tinks lapped greedily, sucking down the dripping juices before lapping at the swollen clit.
Becky was going to cum. She ground her cunt onto Tinks' mouth, riding her tongue. Just as she started to cum, she raised her hips. Thrusting three fingers deep inside herself, she worked her clit frantically, heightening the orgasm, cumming hard, and gushing her sweet juices all over Tinks' face, returning the favour. As Becky rolled off my wife, I moved over and greedily lapped the juices from Tinks' face, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as I kissed her.
"Who said you could touch?" asked Becky playfully.
She moved me away, helped my out of my clothes, and finally released my aching cock.