For starters, my friend just got out of the military and has been staying with us while he gets his civilian life going again.
He and my wife have a sort of love/hate relationship, they’re always arguing or bickering with each other but not in a malicious way. They work out together alot too so i know it’s nothing mean.
We all usually watch a show at the end of the night, but I get up earlier than them so I usually go to bed first and leave them to finish together.
We have two couches. One couch fits one person but the other fits two. Sometimes I share it with my wife and other times sit on the single one by myself.
Earlier that day my wife was folding clothes and my friend was laughing and remarked that one of her thongs was ‘useless because it barely covers anything.’ My wife was like well it covers enough so no it’s not useless. It’s the same size as a bikini bottom in front so what’s the difference? My friend said okay if it’s the same as a bikini bottom then you should be comfortable wearing it around people. My wife isn’t the type to concede so she said fine I will.
She went to the bedroom and put it on and came walking out wearing this small maroon thong and a black bra. ‘Are you happy now?’ She asked. It barely covered her lips and kept getting like wedgied in her pussy. Except for a very small triangle over her, she was basically naked in front of him. But he was like ‘we ll see how long you keep it on, if you get uncomfortable and change back then it proves I’m right.’ And like usual, she had to argue back, ‘well since you’re so confident in your clothes then why am I only wearing underwear and you aren’t?’ And he laughed and didn’t say a word and stripped down to his underwear, and I swear it looked like he was already half hard or something.
Fast forward a few hours to movie night. I grab the single couch and they share the bigger one and are using the same blanket, which is normal. He’s laying on one end and she’s on the other. They’re both still in underwear and not wanting to concede defeat.
Normally they’d switch sides after some time but my wife messed her right shoulder up and can only lay on her left side. He wanted to switch but since she couldn’t lay on her right he was like ‘is it cool if I lay behind you?’ Like spooning, so he did.
It was a bit weird but not too unusual considering their relationship so we kept watching. I kinda forgot about it and went to the kitchen during a commercial to get something to drink.
I came back and during the show there was a funny moment and I laughed but noticed neither of them did. They both had this intense look on their faces staring blankly at the screen. Because of the angle, I could see their faces easier than they could see mine, and I noticed my wife kept blinking slowly and kindsa biting her lip and I swear I could see the blanket moving too. At one point her mouth opened too like she was breathing through it and not her nose. And my friend had a hand under the blanket too but I couldn’t see what it was doing. And I’m pretty sure I heard the ‘stirring macaroni’ noise of wet sex when the girl is super turned on.
I lost interest in the show but wasn’t for sure what I was seeing. It was the sort of thing where I can’t just accuse my friend of something and ruin everything but I also didn’t have enough proof. But there I was on the couch, 90% sure my friend was inside my wife and she was dripping wet all over him but I couldn’t do a thing about it or I’d ruin their friendship if I was wrong. I was stuck between not being sure it was innocent banter between friends or the potential that he’d already cum inside my wife with me in the room oblivious. Either possibility seemed very plausible.
I decided to go upstairs to bed. The stairs are creaky so I knew if I didn’t actually climb them my wife would notice there was no sound and ask why I didn’t actually go, so I had to no choice but to go upstairs.
I paused at the top though to listen. I definitely heard her say ‘I wanna be on my back’ which of course is weird if you’re watching a movie. At times I thought I heard her breathing too like panting…and maybe the couch creaking but I’m not certain.
I laid awake trying to decide what I believed. If what I heard was real or not. She came upstairs later and to the bathroom. When she got in bed I noticed she was wearing a thong but not the same one she’d been wearing, and in the morning I realized when she came upstairs she’d put in the hamper, but I’m not sure why.