My Wife’s Best Friend-2

Introduction:
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It probably sounded even less coherent than that.
Rachel seemed to be better than me at taking it all in stride when she spoke up. “We thought you were going to be busy in the bathroom a while longer. Sorry.”
Laura blushed then. “Well, … I was busy. If I had known you guys were doing something, I would have taken longer.”
I was slow, or the women were using some kind of female code, because I didn’t catch on right away. Then, I GOT IT.
“Ohhh.”
Laura made an embarrassed giggle in response to what I had said.
“Well, it’s not like I was the only one trying to cum,” she accused.
I couldn’t argue with that. Rachel handed me my bathing suit and I started to put it on. I pulled it up, but I was now so hard that my dick stuck up above the waistband of my suit. Laura was watching me, making me harder. She slowly looked up from the tip of my exposed cock to my eyes.
“You’ll get in trouble if you go out like that,” she warned with a warm smile and a single raised eyebrow.
Rachel countered with, “I did my part.”
“Yes, you did. You did it very well,” was my answer.
I tried to bend my dick and push it down into my suit. It didn’t want to bend. It was uncomfortable like that, and the bulge it made was quite obvious.
Laura spoke next, her words catching me off guard.
“So, do we leave him alone to take care of his own problem, or is it my turn?”
My mouth gaped open and my heart pounded at the thought of what Laura was suggesting. I think if my dick had still been sticking out, the women would have seen it grow further, probably accompanied by a drop of precum appearing at the tip.
Rachel defused the situation by asking me, “Don’t you have to pee or something?”
I did have to, so I went into the bathroom. I could hear Laura laughing behind me. The excitement was wearing off so I was able to pee after only a minute or so. I didn’t have to jack off because peeing made me lose my erection. I made a point of not thinking about Laura so I could get my dick back into my suit. When I came back into the room, Laura and my wife were talking quietly. Rachel saw me coming out of the bathroom and whispered, “Later,” ending the conversation.
“Are you ready to go to the beach?” I asked, seeing that whatever they had been discussing they had no intention of sharing with me.
We headed out of the door on the other side of the room, which opened onto the beach. Outside it was sunny and warm and there was already a large crowd on the beach. It appeared to be mostly college students, so the long weekend would probably be rather rowdy. We walked along the concrete path to the edge of the sand, the sounds of partying all around us. I enjoyed the view of so many scantily clad women. Rachel must have noticed me taking in the scenery because she took my hand and held it tightly. She wanted me to remember whom I was with. No danger of that. I was very in much love with my wife. I was just looking.
We set out towels on the sand near the water’s edge. We lay out in the sun a while and swam from time to time to cool off. It seemed like Laura was a lot calmer now so maybe this trip wouldn’t turn out so badly after all.
As sunset approached, talk turned to dinner. We decided we’d get dressed and walk around to find someplace that looked good. We were hungry but beyond that no one had anything particular in mind. Back at the room, Laura offered for and I to use the shower first. Ordinarily, it might have been awkward for the two of us to shower together with Laura there, but we had shared so many of the details of our sex lives (especially today) that there was little left to hide. Laura knew we showered together and most times slept in the nude. On the other hand, I knew how often Laura masturbated and how much she liked her rabbit vibrator. I wondered if she had brought it along on the trip.
Rachel and I were soon naked in the bathroom. I watched my wife in the mirror as she bent over to start the shower. With her bent over, I could see her pussy lips framed by her thighs and the sight was quickly making me hard. I loved looking covertly as my wife’s body. I could clearly see her slit, with the lips covered by wisps of brown hair. The blowjob from earlier had done little to quell all my desires. Rachel stood up and turned around. In the mirror, she could see the effect her body had on me. I watched as she walked up to me and put her arms around me. When I felt her breasts press into my back, I groaned. I could also feel the hair above her pussy against my ass. My dick jumped a little. Rachel gave a little laugh when she saw that. Her hands dropped lower to caress my hardon.
“Mmm, I like doing this,” she told me as she gently stroked.
“You’ll get no complaints from me,” I assured her.
“Hey, no fair. At least you got something earlier. I haven’t gotten anything all day. I was so horny on the beach.”
“Want me to take care of that right now?” I offered.
“Let’s get cleaned up first. I’m all sweaty but I’m sure you can think of something to do to me in the shower.”
We turned around and got in the shower. She was in front of me this time. As I put my arms around her to caress her tits, my dick poked into her ass. I squatted a little so it could slide between her legs, rubbing as it did against her pussy.
“I said you could have me after I got clean.”
“I’m not pushing. I’m just getting comfortable,” I told her.
“Uh-huh. You’re getting pretty comfortable.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, emphasizing the point by sliding my dick back and forth against her hairy lips.
“Oh, no,” she assured me, her voice slow and dreamy. “Don’t stop.”
I heard the washcloth she had been lathering fall to the bottom of the tub with a wet plop. I reached around her and opened her lips so my dick could slide between her lips. She moaned. With both arms around my wife, I held the end of my dick firmly against her pussy with my left hand and used my right to play with her clit.
“This is so nice,” she said in a dreamy voice. “Don’t think you’re getting off easy, though. I’m going to want the real thing tonight.”
“That should be interesting with Laura in bed next to us,” I commented.
“We’ll work something out. I’m not going all week without sex.”
“Good. I was getting worried.”
Rachel’s hand replaced mine on the head of my dick, holding the shaft firmly against her wet lips.
“We’ll have to wait until she is asleep. Or maybe we can convince her to take a walk.”
“Given the pajama situation, we’ll probably all be seeing each other naked this week anyway. I say we just go for it. She can go outside if she wants to.”
Rachel laughed, though she pressed my dick harder against her. “I don’t know if I can fuck with my best friend watching.” Her voice didn’t sound like she was totally convinced. She leaned forward. “Oh, just fuck me right here. Put it in now.”
I had no problem complying with a request like that. She was so wet inside that I entered easily, filling her with my length.
“I’ve wanted this all day,” Rachel said in a sort of moan. “Ever since Laura started reading that book out loud.”
I cut off any further conversation when I grabbed my wife by the hips and started thrusting harder. She was moaning loudly now but I didn’t care. If Laura could hear us, I’m sure it would be no surprise what we were doing. She was probably masturbating anyway. When that thought hit me, I suddenly started to cum. It was too late to stop it so I instead diddled Rachel’s clit as hard as I could. I hoped I could make her cum with me. She was so worked up that she did cum with me. I leaned into her and pumped her full of my sperm. After the teasing all day, and in spite of the blowjob, it felt so good cumming inside her. When I finished spurting, I just held myself as deeply inside her as I could.
“What made you cum so fast?” Rachel asked when she had caught her breath.
I didn’t know how to answer. The fear of getting caught made my dick shrink faster inside her pussy. Rachel didn’t miss the clue.
“Feeling nervous?”
Actually, I was feeling panicked. How do I tell my wife I came so fast because I was fantasizing about her best friend masturbating?
“I’ll bet you were thinking about Laura”, she accused.
Since I was no longer hard, Rachel easily pulled off me and turned around. I tried to look as innocent as possible. She kissed me and said, “It’s OK. She’s probably thinking about you right now. She was so horny all afternoon and she knows she’ll be sharing a bed with us tonight.”
I relaxed a little.
“I’ll say this, Laura sure made you cum fast.”
Hearing Rachel say that only added to the naughtiness. She kissed me again.
I hugged my wife, trying to recover some shred of my dignity. “It was only a thought of her. It was the feel of your body surrounding my dick that made me cum.”
“Good save,” she told me with a sly smile. I felt a little relieved. “Now let’s get out there and fool around some more while Laura showers.”
I just grinned as I got out of the shower and dried off. I wrapped the towel around my waist. Anxious to get started on that “fooling around” Rachel promised, I quickly walked out of the bathroom to tell Laura the shower was free. Right after I opened the door, I heard Laura yell, “Shit!” I stepped around the corner to see a surprised look on her face, a mixture of fear and shock.
“Are you alright?” I asked her.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said hesitatingly. Her right hand was obviously trying to hide something under the pillow. Her left hand was at her crotch, pulling the thin strip of her bikini bottom into the middle. I caught a fleeting glimpse of light colored pubic hair. So she had been masturbating after all.
I smiled a sly grin and told her, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”
She blushed and tried unsuccessfully to act like nothing was going on. She headed to the bathroom, bumping into Rachel who was also wearing just a towel.
“Are you OK?” Rachel asked her.
“I’m fine. Gary just surprised me.”
The door closed behind her as Rachel gave me one of those, “What was all that about?” looks.
I explained. “I think I caught her doing a little fooling around of her own.”
“Ohh,” Rachel said meaningfully.
“It must be hard on her with Tom not being here.”
“Yeah, I feel for her.” Then her expression changed from wistful to naughty as she continued with, “Just because she’s doing without doesn’t mean we have to.” As my wife spoke these last few words, she released her towel. The sudden motion caught my attention, causing me to follow the towel with my eyes as it sank to the floor. I immediately ran my eyes back up her legs. What I saw put a big smile on my face.
Rachel lay back against the bed, spreading her legs. “Make it quick. We have to get dressed before she gets out of the shower.”
I shucked my own towel and crawled onto the bed between Rachel’s legs. As my cock entered her still wet pussy, she stretched out her arms and gave a heavy sigh.
“That feels sooo –” she started to say. Suddenly, she exclaimed, “What the hell?” Her right hand had found something under the pillow. When her hand reappeared, it was holding a dildo.
“That must be what Laura was trying to hide when I walked in,” I mused. Then a less pleasant thought crossed my mind. “I certainly hope it wasn’t left by the previous guests.”
“Not a chance,” Rachel answered quickly. “It’s Laura’s. Trust me.”
“Ewww,” I said, drawing out the sound.
“You don’t say that when you touch me,” my wife told me.
“That’s different.”
“Uh-huh,” was all she said as she started to slide the dildo back under the pillow. Then, “I think I’ll leave it out for her,” she said. She left the dildo on the bedspread in front of the pillow and put her arms around me. “Now, make it quick. We don’t want to get caught like Laura did.” She would have laughed if I hadn’t started slamming into her so quickly. This was going to be a quickie. It didn’t matter. We were so worked up that we both came in minutes. As we were smiling into each other’s eyes and panting to catch our breath, the shower turned off.
“Time to get dressed,” Rachel said, pushing me off her. I retrieved her towel from the floor as I stood up. I tossed it to her and used mine to wipe off the remains of our lovemaking from my dick. She did the same to her pussy and we quickly started dressing. We had finished by the time the bathroom door opened. Laura stepped out and I was trying to watch her face without her realizing what I was doing. She froze when she saw the bed. It wasn’t how the bedspread was rumpled in the middle that caught her attention. It was her dildo in plain view. She blushed and wouldn’t look my way.
“I think you lost something,” Rachel said over her shoulder as she tried not to laugh out loud.
“How do you know it’s mine?” Laura tried to cover.
“Because it was still wet,” Rachel told her.
Laura looked crushed. There was no denying what she had been doing. She tried to crawl onto the bed to retrieve her toy with as much dignity as she could muster. She was wearing only a towel and holding a dildo as she stood. She looked me in the eye defiantly now, saying, “Well, it’s not fair. You two have each other. This is all I’ll get all week.”
“That’s alright. I understand.” Rachel was really trying to make her feel better now. “If the situation were reversed, I’d be doing the same thing.” Laura’s expression relaxed. Rachel still got one more jab in. “Only, I’d pick it up when I finished with it.”
“I would have if your husband hadn’t walked in on me.” Laura stuffed the dildo in her suitcase and took her clothes back to the bathroom to get dressed. Once the door closed, we burst out laughing. “I heard that,” Laura called out loudly through the door.
Rachel turned to me. “I really can’t blame her.”
“It doesn’t bother me, either, that she was doing that.”
“Do you really feel that way, Gary?” Rachel asked. I nodded. She put her arms around my neck as she bit her lower lip in thought, like she was deciding whether to speak her next words. “You know this bed situation will be interesting when we get back here tonight. I’ve been thinking…”
“You’ve been thinking, huh?” I knew that look. “When you look like that, you’re up to something, and it’s usually naughty.”
“I’ve been thinking,” Rachel began again, giving me a hard look but smiling, “that we should just drop all the pretenses. Tonight, when we go to bed, you and I should just go ahead and make love. Laura can masturbate if she wants. I don’t mind if she watches us.”
I was surprised by Rachel’s bold suggestion. I had suggested it in the shower, but hearing Rachel say it, that she was seriously considering it, made it real. We had talked rather freely with Laura about sex, but up to now it had always been just talk. We had never done anything in front of her, or in front of anyone else for that matter. I’m a man. The idea appealed to me. A lot. I looked into Rachel’s eyes and raised my eyebrows. “Are you sure you are OK with Laura and I seeing each other nude?” My voice was just a whisper.
“Yes, I am. Are you?” my lovely wife asked me.
I didn’t have to think about it. I had fantasized about Laura many times in the past. The thought of finally seeing her undressed was getting me hard again. It was slow because of the two times we had just made love, but I was slowly becoming erect. Fucking Rachel and knowing Laura was watching, knowing it was turning her on, knowing she was looking at me and masturbating, only added to the eroticism. I said just one word.
“Yes.”
Rachel smiled at my answer. She walked the two steps to press her body against mine, her arms sliding around my neck. She pulled her body against mine hard. She started to kiss me, but stopped and instead said, “Ohhh, you’re getting hard at the thought of this.” I could see she was trying to think something else through, but she kissed me instead of sharing it with me. It was a kiss full of passion, a promise of what was to come later that night. As Laura watched.
“Hey, you can’t do that. I don’t have one of those.” Laura had caught us again. As our lips slowly parted, I was thinking how she was going to be seeing a lot more than kissing in a few hours. Laura was grinning when I turned to see her. “You’re going to make me do something if you keep that up.” We all knew what she was referring to. Rachel defused the sexual tension by saying how she was hungry. With that, we were all ready so we walked out of the room.
There was a restaurant a short walk from the hotel. With the large holiday crowd in town, the streets were bumper to bumper – not to mention the difficulty parking – so we walked to dinner. The street was clogged with college students cruising the strip. We were walking faster than the traffic was moving. While we walked, Rachel and Laura were leaning their heads together and talking about something. Their words were just a little too quiet for me to make out what they were saying. We made it to the restaurant in about five minutes. As I had suspected, the parking lot was crowded. There would be only a short wait for a table as many of the customers appeared to be heading for the bar instead of dinner. I found seats for the three of us in the waiting area. Rachel told me to order drinks for her and Laura, then shepherded Laura off to the restroom. It was a warm night so I ordered pi?oladas for all of us. The drinks arrived before the women got back. I wondered what women did for so long in there, and why they always did it in pairs. Finally, they returned and we enjoyed our drinks while waiting for a table. When our turn came, we were seated at a window overlooking the beach. There was a full moon that night so we had a view of the surf.
We chatted about a variety of non-important things during dinner, avoiding talk of sex because we were in public. Laura did pointedly suggest oysters for me but I declined. When dinner was over, I think all three of us felt a tension. Going to bed was already established as interesting, but it was still early. Rachel suggested we walk back to the hotel along the beach. It was a warm romantic night and we were not in any hurry. We walked out the back of the restaurant to the packed wet sand at the water’s edge. I put my arms around Rachel from behind and kissed her just below her earlobe. That always made her shiver with delight and tonight was no exception. I whispered into her ear that I couldn’t wait to get her to bed, certain that Laura wouldn’t hear me over the sound of the surf. We started back to the hotel, Rachel and I holding hands and Laura on my right. Rachel had taken off her shoes and was carrying them in her left hand, the waves softly kissing her feet. We didn’t say anything on the walk. We just enjoyed the view of the moon over the water, the sound of the waves crashing on the sand and the smells of the ocean. From time to time, music could be heard over the waves as we passed an occasional bar. It probably took us about fifteen minutes to walk slowly back to the hotel. On the walk, I was thinking about Rachel. I was also thinking about undressing in front of Laura. When we turned right to go up to the hotel, I was again hard at the prospects of what was about to come.
I unlocked the door and opened it as I turned on the light. Laura stepped in behind me but Rachel had stopped outside to brush sand off her feet.
“The moment of truth,” Laura said nervously.
“Truth?” I asked.
Laura smiled, but her uncertainty showed. “The sleeping arrangements,” she explained.
“Mmhm,” I answered.
Rachel came in and tossed her shoes towards our suitcase on the floor. She fell back onto the bed, her white dress arrayed around her like an angelic glow. Forgetting for a moment that we had an audience, I lay on top of her and kissed her. She instinctively spread her legs. My legs slid between hers, pressing my erection harder against her pussy.
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