We had pre-planned an evening with our friend Jenny. The basis of our 'evening' was, jokingly, what happens happens. Never did I ever imagine the night that was in store for myself, my wife and our friend.
We had begun our night at a bar, and since it was spring, the dress attire was light based on the warm spring evening. My wife, in a pair of respectful shorts and a dress top. Our friend Jenny was dressed in jeans and a tank top.
Since we had gone out before, this scenario was nothing new for us. Jenny was married, and her husband was gone for that weekend. Our job was to keep her entertained. Jenny was a bit wired that night and had a mischievous attitude.
The night proceeded as normal; the drinks went down, and the flirting began. Myself and Jenny danced a couple of slow songs and exchanged soft kisses, and the mood was ever increasingly becoming erotic. My wife encouraged me to develop my new spontaneous friendship with Jenny.
They both jokingly suggested 'they' would take me home. I, of course, was in favor of such a fine idea! Two women having sex with me simultaneously seemed like a dream come true at this point.
We began to discuss it on a serious level, with arrangements being made for her to stay with us for the night. As we were packing up, I thought I noticed Jenny rubbing my wife's leg. I wasn't sure, as I had just returned from the restroom, and since we all had our share to drink, I could have been mistaken.
The ride home with myself driving was a party in the car. The three of us laughed, and my wife and Jenny dared to expose each other's breasts. Jenny perched from the backseat between my wife and me in the front seats.
Jenny reached for my shirt and started to unbutton it and rub my chest. I put my head back to hers, and we embraced in a deep French kiss. My wife made a noise of approval and touched both my face and Jenny's.
Upon arrival at our house, I decided to take a quick shower since I basically went straight from work. I left my wife and Jenny to assemble the drinks and put on the music and such to set the mood. When my shower was complete, I put on a robe, if anything, to cover my hard erect cock that seemed ready to explode.
When I came out to the living room where they were, I heard the soft jazz, and the lights were dimmed. My wife and Jenny were sitting on the couch. Neither had shirts on. Jenny's breasts were the size of grapefruits, with pink pronounced nipples and areola. Obviously excited, as her nipples were hard and erect.
Her porcelain skin looked beautiful, in contrast to my wife's dark tan body. My wife's breasts were heavier, darker, and just as excited as Jenny's. Jenny was up against my wife. Her hand worked down my wife's open shorts. I could just see the outline of Jenny's wrist working away on my wife. They were kissing. And it wasn't a sexual kiss. It was deep, erotic kissing.
Tongues working each other's faces, and licking at each other's chin and neck. My wife's hand was working Jenny's breasts. I had never seen my wife in sexual bliss with someone else before, and must admit it brought a wave of jealousy over me. But simultaneously, my heart was racing, and my cock was now near insane.
They broke their kiss, and Jenny announced, "Look who showed up."
We laughed, and Jenny stood up. She embraced me with the same passion as she had with my wife. We began kissing with heavy breathing and desperation. She opened my robe and began to kiss my chest. Taking each nipple in her mouth.
The warmth of her tongue on them was ecstasy. She kissed to my belly and then went to her knees and teased my cock with her long hair as she kissed my thighs.
She finally took my cock in her hands, kissing the tip and looking at it. Then, like an animal pouncing on its prey, she engulfed my cock in her warm mouth. GOD! It felt amazing. She worked my balls with her hands and ran her fingers across my ass. She definitely knew what she was doing. I briefly had an image of her husband in a hotel somewhere, wondering what she is doing now.
I looked over at my wife. Our eyes locked. I have never cheated. This was the first. And if almost on cue, she said in a broken whisper, "Suck him, baby. Get him all the way down your throat. Make him cum."
My wife stood up and licked at my nipples. My robe down my arms like being tied; I could not move my arms. They had total control! I was not going to last long. In fact, I could feel my muscles starting to tighten. My breathing became hard and labored. I tried to take short, deep breaths, my chest pumping, trying to maintain some form of control. My wife engulfed my mouth with her tongue in a deep kiss.
Her finger still played with my nipple. I began to moan in my wife's mouth, and I could feel my cum shooting into Jenny's beautiful mouth. Her finger still rubbing my ass. It was all too much! I was cumming and cumming the hardest I have ever come.
Jenny sucked the last of me into her mouth and moved up to my wife, still kissing me. Jenny moved in on my mouth, kissing me. It was wet, a burst of salt in my mouth. We were French kissing, and it was with my own semen. My wife would cut in, kiss, and suck the semen from my mouth.
Then, my wife went to Jenny's mouth and began kissing. The strings of semen intertwined from each of our mouths. Jenny moved back to me. We were all kissing in the most erotic form. Feeling our warm bodies together. The strings of semen dropped from our mouths onto our chests. We just kept this utopia of kissing going.
My wife and Jenny broke away, and my wife lay on the carpeted floor. Jenny followed her down, continuing her passionate kiss. My wife's shorts, still unbuttoned, were then slid off by her, and her exposed shaved pussy opened to its new eager lust-filled predator.
Jenny put her hands to open my wife's flower petals and kissed her now swollen, wet and juice-filled pussy.
I fell back on the couch watching, which was not an act of sex but an act of pure love. It was different. She 'loved' her pussy and wanted to pleasure my wife. My wife looked at me with lust-crazed eyes, and they would roll back as Jenny kissed and sucked her womanhood.
They interlocked their hands. Jenny wormed her still, jean-covered pussy to my wife's outstretched leg. She began to rub herself against it as she hungrily ate my wife. She was bringing her now to my wife's brink. My wife's hips were working in unison with Jenny's mouth, and I could tell it would not be long until my wife let go.