My wife’s best friend moved in, and both my wife and I have been EXTRA horny…

Our sex life exploded since her friend moved in with us …

I really wasn’t sure about it at first. Her and I never really got along that well anyway. In fact, we seem to piss each other off often. But I will say I never question how she’s feeling. She is very authentic and honest to a fault. And sometimes she can be so mean and it pisses me off so much. My wife has had to tell us to chill out more than once.

So when I found out my wife was allowing her to come and live with us for an indefinite amount of time, I was a little apprehensive.

But she ended up being pretty chill. She seemed genuinely grateful that we were helping her out. And to be honest, it is nice having her around. She’s smart and funny and deeply opinionated, and can make me roll my eyes sometimes, but she also makes me laugh. And she makes my wife laugh. It’s been a good hang. And she’s helpful around the house. She is so much fun with the kids.

One night I walked down the stairs and I hear music playing in the kitchen. I head down the stairs and see her bent over the counter lip syncing to her phone. She was just turning around and starting to dance to this EDM song. She swung her hips, a little bit, closing her eyes to the music. She was in a white tank top and short shorts.

My wife told me she was making her money online. And that she was starting to sell spicy content. And she was already getting a lot of followers. They love her authenticity. And her ass. And her lips, I’m guessing.

Not that I’ve thought about her lips. Or what they might feel like against mine. If there is soft as they look. How they might look wrapped around my….

All that comes rushing to me as I’m watching my wife’s friend absolutely swinging her ass in my kitchen.

Eventually, she saw me and laughed and said sorry.

“Kari said this was cool, right?”

Yes, I said. Totally. Don’t mind me. Just getting some Froot Loops.

She teased me. I teased her back. My wife was in bed reading.

She thanked me for being so cool about this. And I said hey man, I love it. A nice juicy mixed signal.

I may or may not have checked out her page a few few times.

My wife showed it to me a couple more times. The other night she was showing me a video of let’s call her friend Diana, dancing to this Whitney Houston remix, and we both silently watched two straight minutes of her lip syncing and dancing in her underwear. And wouldn’t you know it? My wife and I fucked each other very hard not 10 minutes later. The kids were at their grandparents.

My wife and I fucked harder than we have in years.

I pulled her hair. I man handled her tits. I spanked her ass. One time so hard, because the thought of her friend hearing it down the hall made my dick feel like it doubled in size.

My wife came several times. By my mouth, my fingers and my cock. The trifecta. The hot trick. And I hadn’t come that much in a long time. She was covered.

Every now and then diana would give me this look of mischief and trouble. A big smirk. Squinting her eyes.

One night I walked down and this time both of them are dancing in the kitchen. They’re jumping around like teenagers and occasionally do something really mature and sexy. I watched my wife twerk. She never twerks. Diana spanked her ass while she was Twerking and I just leaned against the wall and watched.

Eventually, Diana sees me first and she doesn’t say anything. She just smiles. And waves me over.

So I do. I slowly start dancing behind my wife. She looks at me for the first time. Smiles and slowly backs me up with her ass against the counter.

Diana laughed. So did I. And then I bit my lip. As my wife started to rub her ass up and down my crotch.

I looked up at Diana. Her eyes were on our bodies. She had a serious look in her face.

My wife was really going for it. Some really hot music was playing. A good beat , a sexy woman’s voice.

Then Diana grabbed her phone, which was on the mount. I’d completely forgotten to check. And she started filming us.

I looked down at my wife. Her eyes were closed still as she was working my cock to its fullness. It’s full potential.

Then she turned her head towards the camera and opened her eyes, and I was waiting for a micro expression to tell me that she wanted to stop, she looked at the camera and bit her lip and then closed her eyes and started twerking on my bulge.

And so I just close my eyes and enjoyed it.

I finally couldn’t hold it then I grabbed her ass. An ass I’ve grabbed 1 million times. But this time it was different. I squeezed it and then I looked at Diana her face hidden behind her phone filming us. She was enraptured by the picture. By the image.

She really seemed to like what she was seeing.

Eventually, she slowly walks over, shoulder to shoulder to me. She wrapped her arm around me sideways and slowly put the phone between me and my wife. Letting me see what her camera could see. And I don’t know if it’s the years of porn, but my wife looked so fucking hot and slutty in frame. I’ve never thought of my wife that way. Not slutty.

Watching my wife give me a lap dance. Lifting her cheeks up and down my throbbing cock through my basketball shorts. Diana leaned against me. I could smell her.

Every now and then when you’re almost ready to come, you’ll feel this way. This sensory wave that acts like a little teaser trailer for what you’re going to feel soon. When I felt that initial surge I couldn’t help but lean in toward Diana’s head. My nose near her ear. Her eyes must’ve been closed because there’s a small jolt in her body, of surprise. But she immediately leaned back into me.

My head zoomed out seeing this picture from outside. I can’t believe this is happening. I never even considered this a possibility.

At this point, my shorts have been pulled down a few inches by the gravitational pull of my wife’s ass. You could see the hem of my boxer briefs. I’m not sure if it was intentional, but Diana‘s arm wrapped around my shoulder, was clutching my shirt. Pulling it up ever so slightly.

With each wave of my wife’s supple ass. The head of my dick was getting closer and closer to surfacing out of my shorts.

My wife was looking back watching occasionally. She knew what she was doing. I felt Diana grip me a little tighter pulling my shirt up a little higher when the head of my dick started to push past the waist of my shorts and my underwear. And once my flesh finally tasted the air, Diana inhaled like she lost her breath.

This is a big line we are crossing.

But we were all crossing it together. I was starting to thrust my body back into my wife. And once the full head of my penis came out, pushed again and again against my stomach by my wife’s fat ass in a purple silk robe, Diana put her head on my chest. Staring. Filming my cocks small screen debut.

I was waiting for my wife to turn around and start laughing calling this whole thing a joke. A nice long erotic joke.

Because my cock was half out of my shorts. And my wife’s best friend can see it. And she’s filming it pulsing by the light of our kitchen.

Finally, my wife does turn around.

She walks up to me with a naughty smile I hadn’t seen in a while. She leaned in lifting her knee up simultaneously kissing me on the lips and pressing her leg up into my balls. Which at this point we’re so tight.

And then she looked at Diana and then the phone and then reached for it. Then my wife started to film my cock. Just for a moment.

Then my wife said, while she tilted the camera to Diana‘s face, “isn’t this your favorite song?”

And for the first time ever, I saw the cutest and most embarrassed face. A gorgeous smile of somebody who feels seen and loved. Just the other night she told us that we were her best friends. And she had become one of mine too.

“You know it.” Diana said as she stepped away from me, letting go of my shirt. Slowly trailing her fingers and her nails against my shoulder blades and then my shoulder as she drifted a few feet away.

And she danced for us.

She spun slow, gyrating circles. Her eyes closed. Running her hands through her hair.

My wife turned me by the shoulders. So that I was facing Diana. 8 feet away.

She stood behind me, her head and camera, peering around my left shoulder. As her right hand slowly ran up and down my stomach, her fingertips, stopping just short of my cock throbbing in the air.

Diana noticed our shift. Felt my energy pointing directly at her. My wife capturing her every move. D looked down at my cock pointing directly at her. And she turned her back to us smirking over her shoulder as she slowly moved her hips in a circle and then with her thumbs pulled them off.

…Am I fucking Diana tonight?

Once we saw her blue lingerie disappeared between her ass cheeks, my wife slowly squeezed the thick base of my cock.

Reminding me just how ready I was to blow.

She slowly started to stroke me as we both watched Diana dance in our kitchen. Next to the bowl of cherries on the counter. A stack of mail we have yet to look through. My wife moved her fingers slowly toward the head of my cock.

She let go for a moment to spit into her hand. As she gripped my cock and lathered it up, I thought my wife had just learned a new move. Apparently we’re all sluts tonight.

She stroked me and I could hear every squelching stroke.

Diana turned around her eyes fixed on us. She slowly ran her fingers down her T-shirt until they disappeared underneath her underwear. Giving just a peek into the bush inside. she was a hard-core feminist. And she said one night that if any man ever wanted to fuck her, he was required to like the smell of bush.

And I did. And I think she could tell by my reaction that I really did.

And now she was masturbating in front of us, swaying her hips.

I was getting close.

My chest was really rising and falling. I let go of control. Wherever this cum is going, my wife is responsible now.

I close my eyes tilting my head back.

My wife whispers “yes, baby.“

I hear Diana exhale. I open my eyes and look at her. She has stopped dancing and she’s just leaning against the wall, fingering herself under her lingerie. It looks real now. Mouth agape. Absolutely rubbing her clit. And then her other hand and wrist disappeared up her shirt. As she began squeezing her nipples. Groping herself.

My wife was filming her.

Now she had both of our attention. And her eyes went up from my cock, getting stroked by her best friend‘s hand. Diana looked us both in the eyes and slightly pushed herself off the wall, so that only her shoulders and head were making contact. She was thrusting her pussy at us. Continuing to rub, and then she put one hand on the counter and turned away from us. She bent down, placing her elbows. Presenting her ass to us at an angle. Moving side to side as she began to moan while fingering herself.

My wife brought the camera quickly to my cock. And she started to exhale with a sigh. It felt like her lips had grown in size as they kissed me again. It felt like two pillows. And now I wanted them wrapped around my cock.

But I wasn’t in control of this moment. As my wife began to pull my dick, faster and harder.

I exhaled loudly. Almost a moan.

Diana closed her eyes tightly as she started to pant. Every exhale looked like a stab of pleasure. I could see her pussy lips and her fingers through the back of her underwear.

I held my breath. My wife bit my shoulder. And I erupted all over the kitchen floor and then my wife pointed my cock just slightly to the right and my last big spurt landed on Diana‘s ass.

When she felt my hot nut, she threw her head back and began to cum herself. long and beautiful fingers flexing. My wife, pulling out every drop I had, slowly moving me closer to Diana‘s convulsing body. Her ass still shaking. She was still coming. And my wife stroke the last few drops of cum out of me. On to Diana.

Diana’s breath regained control. And my wife slapped my thick cock on Diana’s ass cheek giving a nice splat sound to the cum that was laying there. We all laughed.

The music continued to play. Which helped bridge the moments. We cleaned up together, laughing. Drinking a ton of water. And then we watched the traitors. We were all on the couch. And at one point both of their heads were on my shoulders.

There wasn’t a ton of sexual tension at this point. Just comfort. Relief. Joy. We laughed at the show. One of our happiest nights. So far.

And yes, at one point Diana had her hand on my thigh. And another point she reached for my wife’s hand, which was on my other thigh. And she began massaging her fingers and her palm.

On my left thigh.

And a few times Diana‘s wrist rested against the bulge of my penis in those same shorts.

Our eyes were on the TV. And our bodies were on a different channel. It was almost involuntary. Auto pilot.

I was fully erect again. But I had no expectations. I was going to prove to these women that I had some willpower. I wanted my wife to enjoy her hand massage. And I like the feel of Diana‘s wrist occasionally pressing against the base of my erect cock. While watching our favorite show.

But a story for another time, my friends.