Another Friday behind me, my work forgotten until Monday, and my gorgeous wife smiling as she welcomed me home with a glass of single malt in her hand. Life could not possibly get better than this.

There was something about her this evening that felt different. The vibe I was getting was beyond my intellect, but not my inner animal. I felt a rush of passion for her that shocked me in intensity. I didn’t question it. She set my glass down as she sidled up to me. I gathered her into my arms and kissed her with passion.

When I finally let us both up for air, I studied her face, trying to understand the sudden swell of arousal in my soul and my pants. The first thing I noticed was the flush of passion. My lovely wife was very turned on, and it didn’t take Einstein to figure out that my walking in the front door wasn’t the thing that got her going, nor was the kiss. She had that flush when she walked into the room, along with a seductive smile that said a thousand words.

The problem was that I am a typical male and totally unable to translate seductive smiles. The best I could figure out was that she had some interesting things to share with me. My conundrum was whether to follow my passion and molest her right this damn second, or give her a chance to explain.

It was really a no-brainer. As much as I wanted to unleash my inner neanderthal, I could see that she was busting to tell me something delicious. The last thing I wanted to do was stifle that energy.

“You, young lady, are up to something, and I think I’m gonna like it.”

She kissed my neck and nibbled my ear. “We need to talk, but not in a We Need To Talk kind of way. More like let’s have a fun conversation about something interesting.”

I squeezed her butt cheek and nibbled her neck in return. I’m all about sharing neck nibbles. “Lead on, dear wife.”

She picked up my whiskey, took my hand, and led me to the couch. I settled in my usual spot on one end while she set my glass on the end table. She settled on my lap and slid one arm around my neck. Her hand came up and caressed my cheek. “I have a lot to tell you about some things I learned today.”

My wife, Anne, is an IT specialist and very good at her job. She works remotely most of the time, and we both love that. She works from home, which means she has a great work environment with the added benefit of maintaining our home while she’s at it. I try to do my fair share of the things that need to be done, but in all honesty, she does most of it.

She loves doing it too, for the most part. She’s not a fan of laundry or ironing. I’m not either, but in the Army I learned to do both. I have my own way of doing the ironing that involves beer, surround sound, and action movies, but it always gets done.

It was pure serendipity that our next-door neighbor was a kindred spirit to my wife. Beth and Anne were nearly as close as Anne and I. They spoke daily, sometimes multiple times a day, and walked into each other’s homes as if they lived there. When Anne and I moved into our house three years ago, Beth was already living next door with her husband and stepson.

We hit it off with them immediately. John was fifteen years older than Beth, but you wouldn’t know it by the way they acted around each other. They were very much in love and hot for each other. John’s son, Ben, was a lanky sixteen at the time, awkward and totally infatuated with Beth. It didn’t take him long to extend that infatuation to Anne once we moved in. It was sweet the way he followed them around, eager to do their bidding. Some women would have taken advantage of him in some way, if only to tease. Beth and Anne aren’t like that. They returned his sweetness with their own and helped him to understand that puppy dogging wasn’t all that attractive to women. They gave him advice on how to talk with girls and act around them. I only wish I had two women like them to mentor me at that age. I could have avoided so many stupid mistakes and missed opportunities with women.

Tragedy struck about a year and a half ago. John had an undiagnosed aneurysm that burst in his brain while he was dressing for work. By the time Beth ran into the room, he was already gone. Beth and Ben were devastated. They withdrew from the world for a while, only allowing Anne and me in.

Anne spent a lot of time with Beth and Ben. She finally convinced them to get grief counseling, and a year later, we could see that they were ready to live again. Anne and I couldn’t have been happier. We were grieving ourselves. Not just for John, but for the two wonderful souls he left behind. Their healing led to ours.

Ben and I spent a lot of time together. After his father died, I could see that Ben was lost, and I happened to like the young man. I would find some reason to visit and casually mention some project I wanted to do, but couldn’t find anyone to help me. Ben had been raised well, and despite his grief, readily volunteered to help. I had to get pretty creative with projects after a while. He worked hard, which made me work hard, which meant a whole lot of needed stuff got done. After that, we started doing some unnecessary, but very fun, stuff. Stuff like the hot tub installation and the patio around their inground pool.

We talked a lot, and over time, Ben learned that he could vent to me. He knew I understood the tears and that they didn’t make him less of a man. Let’s face it, nineteen-year-olds aren’t usually justifiably confident of their manhood anyway. The guy needed a good emotional release, and he wasn’t about to do it around his step-mother. He felt like he needed to be strong for her and couldn’t show weakness. The result of our collaboration was a deep admiration for the young man on my part. I knew Ben loved me like a brother, father, and friend.

Anne poked my nose with her finger. “What are you lost in space about?”

I shrugged. “Sorry, got lost thinking about Beth and Ben. I kind of assumed you had something to tell me about them, and it got me thinking. So, please do go on.”

She chuckled. “Well, I can’t give you a Sherlock award for that one. Yes, it is about Beth and Ben.

“Since John’s passing, the two of them have become very close. Like really close. So close that Beth is seriously thinking about having sex with Ben.”

Well, that threw me an unexpected curve! “Okay, I need a minute to think about that.”

Anne chuckled. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be right here.”

It didn’t take me long to realize I had no problem with it at all. They weren’t blood relatives, and as long as it was what both of them wanted, I figured, why the hell not? “I think if that’s what they both want, then I hope they have a great time.

“I know I’m playing to stereotype here, but what does that have to do with us?”

She wiggled deliciously on my lap as she tried to suppress her laugh. “Well… Beth is nervous, and she’s afraid Ben will be too nervous, and she kind of asked me to be there for moral support.”

“Say what!”

She let me settle for a moment before continuing, “Not to put a fine point on it, she wants me to watch her and Ben have sex. Honestly, I think a big part of it is that she wants to be watched. I think it would really turn her on to have me witness Ben fucking the hell out of her.”

I snorted. “Yeah, and of course you wouldn’t be turned on at all. I mean, Ben’s six-foot hunky body and obviously impressive bulge would have zero effect on you. Seeing that hard cock you’ve wondered about plunging in and out of your hot friend during your own private sex show would be yawn-worthy at best.”

She lightly slapped my chest. “Well, duh! Of course, it will turn me on. I would love to watch them go at it. It will be so hot, and I wish you could be there too. Beth and I talked about it, and we decided that you being there might be a bit intimidating for Ben, especially when you get hard. I mean, I think Ben is probably pretty big, but not as big as you.“

I put last things first. “I can’t fault your logic. Ben is young, and another guy in the room might cause some anxiety and subsequent shrinkage.

“That being said, it’s the least of my concerns. I highly doubt that watching will be the only thing you do, and I’m not sure what to think about that.”

Anne smiled happily. “I know how to fix that. Beth is coming over, and the two of us will walk you through our plan. You can make an informed decision once you see the whole picture.”

To say I was intrigued would be a huge understatement. I wasn’t about to let a knee-jerk reaction keep me from going down this rabbit hole. “Sure, convince me.”

My lovely wife jumped to her feet, grabbed her phone, and within moments, was talking to Beth. Less than a minute later, Beth was letting herself in through the back door. She waved at me as Anne grabbed her other hand and led her away.

They left me sitting on the couch, wondering what the heck they were up to. I was beginning to wonder if they were ever coming back when I heard their feet padding down the hall. The two of them made an impressive entrance. Beth was in the lead and was wearing a very sexy blue body stocking that could be said to cover her substantial assets, as long as the word cover includes nearly transparent.

Anne led her over to me, and I will admit that my heart was pounding by the time Anne turned her around. The view from the rear was just as stunning as the front and did nothing but improve as her delectable ass got closer.

Anne was grinning mischievously when she looked at me over Beth’s shoulder. “You are going to play the part of Ben. Beth is going to lie back against you while I sit in the chair over there.”

I was having a bit of trouble getting brain cells to function, but I had questions. “Okay, so the nearly naked Beth is going to position her body against mine, and you’re going to watch from the recliner while I do what?”

Anne didn’t answer right away. Instead, she walked over to the recliner and plopped down in it. That’s when I noticed she was wearing a sheer teddy and a thong. I had another question, “Uhm, honey? Are you planning to wear that while watching Beth and Ben?”

She nodded happily. “It only makes sense. I don’t want them to be put off by seeing me in regular clothes. I’m helping create an atmosphere.

“Now, Beth, sit on Rob’s lap and lean back against his chest.”

Beth quickly followed her instructions. Her delectable ass settled on my crotch. The sight of her entering the room had resulted in a burgeoning erection. I had discreetly moved it from an increasingly uncomfortable sideways position to a much more comfortable vertical position that ended up lining up between the cheeks of her delectable ass. I have been repeating delectable because I have this long-term ongoing fantasy of nibbling on her perfect, round cheeks.

I suppose it would be helpful if I provided a bit more background to set the stage, since the play has already started. I wouldn’t want anyone to misunderstand my marriage or friendship with Beth and Ben.

When John was alive, the four of us spent a lot of time together and flirted constantly. I think that given time, Anne and I would have considered going further, maybe much further. John’s passing left us all in this weird limbo of grief. It didn’t feel right for the longest time to have fun together. It was like we would be disrespectful in some way.

I think the relationship that grew between Ben and me melded well with the relationship between Beth and Anne. There is also the fact that Beth and Ben loved each other. Eventually, the upbeat people that we truly were began to shine through. We started having fun together, and that led to some fantasies on my part. I never thought anything would happen. I certainly never thought that I would have the nearly naked, delectable assed Beth on my lap. The fact that my wife was orchestrating it made the improbability astronomical. I had fantasized about Beth frequently, but this scenario had never occurred to me.

Anne clapped her hands loudly. “Sweetheart, pay attention!”

I shook my wandering thoughts into some sort of order. “It’s your show. Tell me what to do.”

She sat up straight in the recliner, all business. “Well, what would you do if it were me wearing that and sitting on your lap?”

My eyebrows nearly merged with my hairline. “Well, I would be nibbling on your ears and neck.”

“Yeah, do that.”

Beth wiggled her butt on my erection. “What she said, Rob.”

I suppose some husbands would have jumped to their feet at this insult to the sanctity of marriage and laid down the law. I’m not one of them. I was looking forward to the task set before me. I knew the two women wouldn’t take things much further. I was beginning to suspect they had cooked up the whole thing to suck me in before yelling April Fools. The fact that it was June didn’t enter my mind. There are limits to my intellect when a hot woman is sitting on my lap.

I’m not some studly tall, dark, and handsome guy. I’m okay looking, I guess, but far from handsome. Anne says that it’s my smile that makes her melt, but she’s married to me and probably required to say stuff like that. I’ve got sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, and a muscular body. I’m also six inches shy of six feet. Tall doesn’t describe me at all. I suppose dark is true sometimes because I tan well.

I am well endowed, but I’m no porn star. One thing I do have is a very deep and sexy voice. I can make Anne melt by whispering in her ear. I thought that now was as good a time as any to see how it would affect Beth.

I channeled my inner Ben. What would he be saying in this situation? Probably not a thing. He would be busy trying not to cum in his underwear. Still, I needed to do my part. “You look so beautiful, Beth. You feel so soft and warm. I want to touch you so badly, Beth.”

Beth shivered and kind of just melted against me. “Please touch me, Ben. I need you to touch me.”

I slid a hand through her brown curls and moved her hair to her other shoulder. I inhaled the scent from her neck and sighed softly. “You smell amazing.“

I trailed light little kisses from her shoulder and up her neck. I nibbled her ear, and she shivered again. I flexed my erection against her ass. “Can you feel what you are doing to me, Beth?”

She twisted around and planted her lips on mine, and I didn’t stop her. I was committed to my role and was willing to make the necessary sacrifices. I kissed her softly for a few moments, until her mouth opened to me and our tongues met. I gave the kiss a few more moments because I was enjoying the hell out of it, and because I was pretty sure it was what Ben would do. Unless, of course, he’s batshit crazy, and I hadn’t seen any sign of that. I broke the kiss before she committed to turning fully around and settled her back against my chest.

More neck kisses as I gently rubbed her arms. I looked over her shoulder at my wife. Anne was watching us in fascination and had to shake herself. “Oh, uhm, okay. That’s a good start, but more hands please.”

I decided to call her bluff, although I was beginning to think she wasn’t bluffing. As slow as I am, even I could see this wasn’t a prank of some sort. I could think of one way to find out if they were serious. My cock pulsed against her ass as I committed to it.

I caressed her stomach, my hands gliding across and gradually up until I could run the tips of my fingers around her breasts and up her neck. I gently caressed her ear lobes before reversing direction. I traced her cheeks, then her lips, then back down her neck. When my fingers traced the tops of her breasts, I felt her breath deeply and shudder against me.

Neither woman had yelled for me to stop, and Beth’s erect nipples beckoned. I ran a finger around each areole, then rubbed each nipple with my thumbs. Beth’s ass began moving against my raging erection.

I left one hand to continue teasing her nipple while the other wandered down her stomach. I ran my fingers feather-like down her belly and stopped within an inch of her crotch. Her hips swayed, trying to get me to move that last inch. Not wanting to disappoint a lady, and fully immersed in my role as Ben, I ran my fingers down her crotch, then massaged her clit through the thin cloth.

She moaned deliciously as I released the crotch of her body suit and began stroking her bare pussy with my fingers. She was very wet, and I used it to lubricate her clit. My lips found her neck, then my teeth nibbled as I masturbated her in front of my wife, I mean, neighbor.

To my knowledge, Beth hadn’t had sex since her husband passed away. I wasn’t too surprised when she began showing signs of a pending orgasm. I was more than happy to give her one, since Ben would have. I mean, duh, why wouldn’t he?

Beth looked amazing when she orgasmed, but my eyes were drawn to Anne. I needed to see her reaction to me giving her best friend an orgasm, even if I was pretending to be Ben.

Apparently, she didn’t have a problem with it. One hand inside her thong, one squeezing her tit, and a lustful look on her face were proof positive of that. She saw my gaze and mouthed, “Thank you.”

I wasn’t sure for what yet, but Beth was recovering from her orgasm and didn’t seem to be done yet. She saw the state Anne was in and called out to her, “Anne, come here. I need you near me.”

Anne got up and came over to the couch. She knelt and leaned over, putting her face inches from Beth’s. “I’m right here, Baby.

“Is Ben making you feel good?”

“Oh yes, very good.”

Anne gave Beth a light kiss on the lips. “Well, I think you are making him feel good, too.”

Beth chuckled. “I can tell. His big cock is so hard against me. I need it, Anne. Pull it out for me, please.”

That was going to be a bit difficult since Beth was on top of me. I soon found that Beth had a ready solution for that. She rolled over and stood up on the couch. She moved toward me, put a knee on the arm of the couch, then put her pussy on my mouth.

I felt Anne get busy undressing me while I enjoyed the sweet pussy wiggling against my tongue. Beth was rapidly approaching her second orgasm when Anne finished. “He’s ready for you, Beth.”

I grabbed Beth by her ass and held her in place. I wasn’t about to let her go without getting that orgasm. Seconds later, I got it. She gushed onto my tongue before quickly pulling away. “Sorry, Ben, too sensitive.”

She moved away far enough to kiss me passionately. She was astraddle of my hips and pulling at my shirt. “Let’s get this out of the way.”

Anne was helping Beth by holding my cock and stroking it slowly. Beth tossed my shirt aside and began licking and nipping her way down my body. Anne let go of me long enough for Beth to get between my legs. She found a new grip and brushed my cock head on Beth’s lips. “You need to lick it, Beth.”

Beth hadn’t needed the encouragement, but I think Anne was really into this roleplay thing and dedicated to playing her part. Beth ran her tongue around my glans, and I practically came unglued. “Put it in your mouth. Beth. Suck his cock.”

Beth seemed more than happy to do that as well, not that I minded. She was really very good at it. I didn’t expect, or really want, her to deep throat me. I’ve never met a woman who could. I much prefer a blow job that’s comfortable for both of us. I firmly believe that if she is kind enough to blow me, she can do it her way.

It was sensual, it was erotic, and it was perfection. It was also going to make me cum if she didn’t stop soon. I don’t know if she read my mind or if great minds think alike. What I do know is that she replaced Anne’s hand with hers and pulled my cock from her mouth. “Kiss me, Anne.”

I was stunned as my wife, oops, neighbor leaned in and kissed my neighbor, oops again, step-mom. This roleplay stuff can get confusing, especially when there are two very hot women playing with my cock.

I don’t think that they had ever kissed like that before, but I was pretty sure they would be doing it again. They both seemed to enjoy it immensely. I know that I sure did. Their lips parted with this little string of saliva stretched between them. The evening sun was shining through the blinds, and the lighting was perfect. My cell phone was in my discarded pants, forcing me to capture the image in my mind. There is no chance I’ll forget it.

Beth waggled my cock at Anne. “It’s your turn, Anne. Come on and give it a lick.”

I couldn’t blame Anne for licking Ben’s cock while Beth held it. The situation was so erotic that I couldn’t see how she could resist. Granted, it was my cock instead of Ben’s, but I was sure that when the moment came, she would react the same way. Anne licked my cock like an ice cream cone and didn’t bother to wait for Beth’s prompting before taking me deep into her mouth. I groaned and didn’t care if I sounded like Ben when I did it. All I knew was that Anne was sucking my cock while Beth caressed my balls, and I was gritting my teeth in the struggle to keep from exploding.

My wife knows me well. She backed off, breathing hard in arousal, and grinning at Beth. “I’m pretty sure he’s ready for you.”

Beth straddled my hips, and Anne lined up my cock. She rubbed the head up and down Beth’s labia and slapped it against her clit. Beth lost all patience. “Put it in me, you teasing bitch before I go insane!”

A laughing Anne lined me up, and Beth began her slow slide down my aching pole. Her wet sheath squeezed me in the most delicious way. I was halfway in when she fell forward and kissed my hard. She moaned into my mouth when she finally had me fully inside.

Any thoughts I might have had about this being some kind of trick fled. A gorgeous woman was fucking me, and I was going to fuck her back. It was too late now to yell, “April Fools!”

Beth was perfectly happy grinding her pussy on my crotch. The stimulation to her clit must have been fierce because she soon became a spastic mess. Her orgasm must have been a doozy because her moans of ecstasy nearly deafened me.

I held her body close as the spasms I felt from her pussy gradually slowed. I kissed her deeply until I felt her body relax against me. She sighed happily, but I was far from done pleasing her. She let out a yip of surprise when I rolled her over while still firmly inside her.

I was on a mission now to make her cum until she couldn’t cum anymore. I began moving inside her, my strokes gradually lengthening, until we reached that perfect motion. I stared into her eyes and could see the affection and the lust. Her arms flew around my neck and held on frantically as our mutual orgasms swept over us. Hot jets of my cum filled her to overflowing. She was beyond words as she shook beneath me. My neck was beginning to feel the strain when her arms finally relaxed until she was holding me firmly, but not maniacally.

Our mouths met in a long kiss full of lust, appreciation, and attraction. She felt wonderful in my arms, and it was with regret that I finally pulled away from her. Her hand came up and caressed my cheek. “I have no words except that I love you, Rob. Oh, and I’ve never had sex that good in my life. So, there is that.”

She smiled at me happily as I stood and turned toward my lovely wife. Anne was back in the recliner, nude, and clearly recovering from a masturbatory orgasm for the ages. I walked over to her, dropped to my knees, and dove between her legs. “Oh my god, Ben. You shouldn’t be eating your neighbor’s pussy like that.”

I grinned at my wife’s refusal to break character. I leaned back for a moment. “Oh, I’m sorry, Anne. How should I be eating it?”

I dove back in, and she struggled with her words. “No, you’re doing great! Please don’t stop! I meant you probably shouldn’t be eating my pussy at all. Can we talk about that later?”

I kept at it until she was on the verge, then backed away. She moaned in frustration as I stood, spread her legs, and placed them on the arms of the recliner. “Will Rob be pissed at me for eating your pussy?”

Anne was flustered, “Huh, what? Oh, no, he won’t be pissed at you. He loves us both, and I’m sure he wants us to be happy.”

I nodded. “So, I guess he won’t mind when I do this?”

I plunged my cock into her, and she lost her mind. Her hips thrust at me as I plunged deep inside her. I gave it to her the way she wanted it, hard and fast. Within moments, she was screaming out her ecstasy as she came all over my cock.

I slowed the pace until I was moving in long, slow strokes. “I suspect that you enjoyed that. I think I’ll do it some more.”

I kept the pace more languid and built her slowly to her next release. Our mouths locked in a passionate kiss as I plunged deep inside her. My legs were trembling with fatigue when she began moaning into my mouth. Her orgasm was intense, and I felt her wetness running down my balls. I wasn’t trying to hold anything back. The orgasm that started as an explosive pressure in my cock turned into jets of pure ecstasy firing inside my wife, er, neighbor. I had barely finished when my legs gave out and I sank to the floor.

I was sitting on the floor, my head resting on the wet recliner between my wife’s quivering legs. ”Well, I think I have a pretty complete understanding of what you two are proposing.

“I approve with one condition: I have to be there to see it.”