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This is Part Two of this story and you can read Part One [here]( first if you want the backstory. To clarify, my wife and I are 36 now and this happened when we were 28.

My wife was gone early for work in the morning and I hit the gym before class so we didn’t have a chance to talk more about Rachel’s proposition the night before. I saw Rachel in one of my classes and in the library but we were never alone so I didn’t talk to her about it either. Not that I would have known what to say. We’d at all times had a mildly flirty friendship with the ordinary light sexual tension that two young and attractive people have but I was happily married so it was never anything more than that. I’d never even considered that more might be a possibility. It was Friday and I ate lunch with a group of classmates that included Rachel and while we there, she asked if anyone wanted to go to the local brewery that afternoon. We did this a lot on Friday afternoons to blow off the steam of the week. Our graduate program was pretty stressful so we all needed something to ease our minds. Typically, that was alcohol. But this time was a little different because Rachel looked right at me and said with a smile, “You should tell your wife to meet us there so we can all hang out again!”

So that’s what we did. After classes were over and everyone had cleared out from campus, we all met up at the brewery around five and my wife came from work to join us there. It was fun and Rachel and my wife again found themselves talking to each other more than anyone else. I tried to stay aloof and keep engaged in the rest of the group’s conversation but obviously, my attention was divided. They looked so conspiratorial together but also so innocent, like they were just talking about TV shows they liked. I doubted that was the case though. Plus, they again looked so hot together. My wife, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, was wearing a black tank top and a short, flirty skirt that bounced with every step and hinted at the incredible ass hidden underneath. Rachel wore a deep red top with a jean jacket, sleeves rolled up her forearm, and a knee-length, wraparound, peasant skirt that made every move of her’s seem to flow like a dance. Her red hair hung down in wavy curls that seemed as free-flowing as the skirt.

At some point, everyone decided we were done with the brewery and needed to get some dinner. I wasn’t really involved in the decision-making but somehow the plan came up that we would all go back to my house to order some pizza and watch a movie. I wondered some of our other friends would just go home but it ended up being my wife and I, Rachel, two of our friends that were dating, and a single male friend of ours. I was a little disappointed that so many people were coming over but what was I gonna do, stop them?

The next couple hours were pretty uneventful from my perspective but when we got started watching the movie, my wife and Rachel ended up sitting together in this big comfy love seat/couch that we have. It was big but still a tight fit for two people so we jokingly called it the “Snuggler.” Our other friends took the main couch and I ended up sitting in a tall kitchen table chair where I could see the TV but also had a clear view across the room to the ladies on the Snuggler. About thirty minutes into the movie, Rachel made a opinion about being cold and my wife grabbed a blanket to throw over them so they could cuddle up while watching the movie. The rest of the movie was pretty boring and we all ended up just talking through most of it but I noticed that my wife and Rachel were weirdly quiet through all of the conversation, only contributing occasionally.

After the movie was over, we kept talking a little longer but my friends were getting tired and drunk so they started catching Ubers home. My wife and I started picking up a little bit, cleaning up some of the leftover food and empties. Rachel stayed to help a little bit. After everyone had gone, Rachel went to use the ladies’ room and my wife ran over to me. She kissed me hard and then held her finger up to my nose.

I recognized the smell of pussy immediately and said, “Is that you?”

She shook her head. “Rachel. We were playing with each other that entire time.” She had the biggest smile on her face. She grabbed my hand from my side and pulled it up her short skirt and I realized for the first time that she wasn’t wearing underwear. I thought how long she had been like that for a split second before my mind caught up to what I was feeling. She was soaking wet and not just her pussy. Her thighs around it were slick too where it had been dripping while they played.

“Fuck, baby. Do you want to do this?” I asked, trying to sound about 5% as excited as I actually was.

“Yes, baby. Absolutely.”

I couldn’t argue with that. When Rachel came back out of the bathroom, my wife said, “You want another glass of wine? You’ve had a lot tonight, you should probably just stay here for the night…”

“Yeah, sure!” Rachel said, grabbing her glass and letting my wife fill it from the bottle.

She topped off our glasses too and set the wine bottle on the counter. My wife then said to Rachel, “Well, let me show you the guest room so you can start getting ready for bed whenever you want.” It was an awkward approach but we all just kinda went with it and headed upstairs.

I let them go first, you know, like a gentleman, but really, I think that rule only exists so we can admire women’s asses as they go up the stairs and I definitely did. Halfway up, my wife turned to me and said, “Oh wait, I forgot the wine. Can you go grab it?”

I went and grabbed the bottle and by the time I got back upstairs, they were already making out on the guest bed. I didn’t want to interrupt so I just grabbed a chair and watched. My wife told me later that she left the wine bottle on purpose so she could make the first move without me there. She felt like she’d be more nervous with me watching.

Rachel and my wife writhed on the bed, their bodies grinding against each other and their hands exploring each other’s curves. Rachel’s hand was already up my wife’s skirt and I saw her trimmed little bush and glistening pussy as Rachel’s fingers worked over her clit. Their moans and heavy breathing filled the room and my wife struggled trying to get Rachel’s skirt unwrapped at the waist.

Rachel leaned back up, kneeling over my wife, and undid her skirt, pulling it off and throwing it to the side. She leaned back down but this time not to her. Rachel flipped my wife’s skirt up and dove in to taste my wife’s pussy. This left her on her knees with her big curvy ass in a thin black thong popped up right in front of me. Fuck me was that gorgeous. I wanted to dive in and eat her pussy from behind but wondered I should wait to make sure that was okay so I just sat there, sipping wine and watching the show.

My wife came, her head tossing back against the bed and her mouth open, a silent scream trying to escape but she was in so much pleasure it just came out as a whimper. Then she grabbed the sides of Rachel’s head and pulled her up to kiss her again before saying, “Your turn.” They rolled and switched positions, more clothes, including Rachel’s thong, coming off as they did.

Now my wife’s ass and wet pussy were on display in front of me and I didn’t think I’d need to hold back anymore. I was already rock hard in my jeans without even having touched myself. I pulled off my shirt and stepped up behind my wife, my hand gonna her pussy. From this angle, I knew the best way to make her cum was with my thumb inside her, on her G-spot, and my first two fingers on her clit. Before I could even get into position though, she turned back and said, “No, fuck me!”

I didn’t hesitate and dropped my jeans and boxers in one quick movement, letting my cock pop out at full hardness. I’m a little bigger than average (you can check my post history to confirm) and I’d at all times loved seeing the looks on women’s faces when they saw it for the first time so I was actually watching Rachel’s face as I got up on the bed into position. When she saw it, I saw her eyes widen just a little and then she smirked at me before something my wife did with her tongue made her eyes roll back and her back arch against the bed.

I slid the tip of my cock against my wife’s wet lips and slowly eased in, causing her to gasp and exhale sharply on Rachel’s pussy, a sensation that pushed her over the edge and I watched as she came too. Rachel’s scream wasn’t silent and I loved it. I had held back a little out of fear that entering my wife completely would distract her too much from her crucial job but now that there was one orgasm out of the way, I pushed all the way in and my wife’s perfect ass bounced against the tops of my thighs. I didn’t even really have to move much at this point because she started slamming back, smacking her ass against me and fucking herself while she licked Rachel’s pussy.

Rachel sat up and pulled her top off, revealing her tits for the first time. They were a little bigger than my wife’s but not much and had these delightful little pink nipples poking up from her pale skin. She pulled my wife up to kiss her again before she pulled herself out from under my wife and came around to kneel beside me, one hand grabbing my wife’s ass as it bounced against me and one hand landing on my hip, like she wanted to help control my rhythm.

I reached over and put my hand on the side of Rachel’s neck, my thumb right in front of her ear, and I pulled her toward me to kiss her for the first time. The kiss was electric. The first woman I’d kissed other than my wife in years. She was a good kisser. My other hand reached down and found her big ass, grabbing it and pulling her closer that way as well.

Then Rachel reached under and found my wife’s clit with her fingers, rubbing quickly as I plunged in and out. My wife didn’t last long like that and I felt her squirt all over my cock. It was so fucking hot. I love when she squirts and I almost came right there but she came completely off me then, like she was retreating from the overwhelming sensations.

Rachel pushed me back off the bed toward the chair I had been sitting in before and said, “Now it’s your turn.” Behind her, my wife was turning around with a dazed, happy smile on her face and then both women came and knelt before me as I sat in the chair.

This got longer than I expected so I’ll finish this in another part.

NSFW: yes

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