I was 35 years old and my wife Zoe was about to turn 30, which may have had some bearing on how things developed. We had been together for nearly 10 years and we were always close, loving and up for fun. My friend Paul and I had worked together for five years until he moved to another part of the country and we still kept in regular contact.
Paul was married but had divorced about a year after he moved away. They had had a very rocky relationship and when they finally split he turned to me for support and, in addition to regular phone calls, he visited once every few months. It was on one of these visits that the fun began. Paul arrived late one Friday evening for a long bank-holiday weekend. After a few sociable glasses of wine Zoe and I went to bed while Paul retired to the spare room.
The next afternoon Paul and I went to the pub for a drink and a chat while Zoe went into town with one of her friends. After a few beers Paul told me that he had heard me and Zoe making love the night before and started to joke about it all being over too quickly and we had a laugh.
We had only been in the pub a couple of hours when Zoe and her friend came to meet us and all four of us had a meal and a few more beers. She was laughing and saying how sorry she felt for him, when he returned from the bar with more drinks. By the time Zoe and I fell into bed together, we were quite playful and we could hear Paul leaving the bathroom and closing the door of the spare room behind him. At that, she slowly got out of bed and went to her underwear drawer.
I watched intently as she started to slowly dress in some of our favourite lingerie. She looked fantastic as she slipped into the white silk thong, camisole and stockings.
We carried on teasing each other like this when she climbed back into bed. I woke the next morning with a bit of a hangover. I could hear Zoe downstairs in the kitchen and could smell breakfast cooking. I jumped in the shower, dressed and went downstairs. Zoe was dressed and cooking breakfast when I entered. All three of us sat and ate the breakfast that Zoe had prepared but there was a strange, subdued atmosphere that I put down to our respective hangovers.
We had planned to meet some other friends and colleagues later that day but Paul said he would have a shower, then have coffee his ex-inlaws who he was still friendly with, adding that we should meet later. After he left, Zoe and I started to clear up and that is when I asked her if everything was all right. I was speechless, my wife had just confessed to wanking off my best friend but rather than being angry, I was actually feeling really turned on.
I passed the rest of the day in a bit of a daze. We met Paul later and there was, at first, a very strained atmosphere between the three of us. However, as the beers flowed again, the atmosphere lightened and we managed to have a bit of a laugh. He started to apologise profusely but I told him it was cool and we could put it behind us. We went up the road for the second night, just as merry but this time with a very definite buzz between my wife and my best friend.
They had always been flirty and jokey with each other before but tonight there was a definite increase in intensity between them. Neither seemed particularly remorseful for what had happened the previous evening and to be honest, I revelled in the new and exciting atmosphere that seemed to have developed. Back home the pair of them sat quite close on the settee while I opened a bottle of wine. Neither seemed particularly remorseful for what had After a while, Paul excused himself and went to the spare room and Zoe and I went to bed.
After a few moments awkward silence, she confessed all. They had chatted briefly then kissed, they did go into the spare room and he had sat on the bed while she stood before him, he lifted her camisole top and felt and kissed her small, firm tits.
She told me that she had felt incredibly horny and when he slipped his fingers inside her panties and started to rub her clit she came within seconds. He lay back on the bed and for the second time that night she went down, sucked, and wanked a hard cock until it exploded in her mouth. Did you fuck him? The next few minutes was bizarre, almost dreamlike, I went through to the spare room and found Paul wide-awake.
Both bedroom doors were open and I could hear them both talking in a loud whisper. After a few minutes, I crept to the bedroom door and looked through to the spare room to see the incredibly horny sight of my best friend lying back on the bed while my beautiful wife, naked apart from the flimsiest silk thong, slowly but enthusiastically sucked his cock.
I got back into bed and waited what seemed like an age before shouting through that I was starting to feel a bit jealous. They both came through grinning, with Paul in his boxers again and his arm around Zoe they got into our bed and we spent the night taking turns fucking Zoe from behind while she sucked the other's cock.
At one point, I came inside her from behind while Paul shot his load in her mouth once again. This adventure continued for several subsequent visits, until Paul met and fell in love with his new wife. The next day I left them both alone to spend the rest of the weekend together to say goodbye.