My wife’s religious friend caught us getting frisky, and she liked it

Since we’ve been experimenting with a couple of my wife’s friends. She’s been getting hornier and hornier. And it showed up when I least expected it.

She has this friend named Rebecca. She’s been single for years as she’s tired of settling for bad dudes. She’s also a little more religious so that’s a requirement as well.

She’s been coming over to our place for years for movie nights and game nights or just to talk to my wife. We’ve gotten closer as well. She’s very sweet and sure if I’m being honest she’s really cute. She’s got short red hair cut just below her jaw. Blue eyes. And if I’m being really, really honest, the juiciest fat ass I’ve personally seen in my life. She’s got an hourglass figure. An average waist and then these incredible hips holding up this absolute dump truck. I have stared at it every chance I’ve gotten.

But I’ve never really thought it was a possibility. Even after my wife and I started to open our marriage to two of our other friends. I never thought Rebecca would be interested. Because of her religion.

But anyway, she’s over the other night and we were watching this reality show that they both love. And I had come down between matches of call of duty to grab some water. I said hi, made a joke. She laughed like she usually does. my wife wanted to tell me about something that happened in the show, and then they both started fighting about it. In a cute way.

What it boiled down to is that my wife thought a person from the show was being slutty, and Rebecca did not.

“I don’t think it’s being slutty if somebody’s genuinely into somebody else.” Rebecca said.

And my wife replied, “well I think it is because she’s basically promising every guy in the show a blow job.”

“And I think you’re wrong! I don’t think it’s slutty if she’s actually interested in one or two of these guys. Like Dylan and John. I think she could end up with both of those guys.”

They continued to fight until my wife told me to be the tiebreaker. She had me sit down next to her and they rewound about 20 minutes into the show.

My wife quickly cozy’s up to me, putting her arm around my shoulders, and pressing her large breasts against me. She pulls the blanket over me as well.

“it’s her. That’s the slut.” My wife says.

“sometimes love is slutty” Rebecca responded.

I’ve heard Rebecca say a lot of things. But this was new. I’m starting to realize that to be religious doesn’t mean you have to turn your body and your wants off. As long as it was justified in some way or another. So to hear her talking like this kind of turned me on a little bit.

We watch this tiny little Blonde thing move around this house on this show that all these other hot people were in and bounce her fake tits and rock hard ass all over the place. It cut to other storylines, including this one black woman who definitely was all natural. Watching her bounce all over the house, her skin completely on display, got me just a little bit hard.

There’s just something about being under a blanket with another person. I don’t know. It’s always turned me on.

And apparently it turned my wife on too. Because she started doing the telltale sign of gently stroking my inner thigh in these tiny circular patterns.

I pretended not to notice. Kind of surprised. I looked over at Rebecca quickly to see if she had a clear line of view of us. She would have to turn her head around slightly to look at us. Kind of felt like we were hidden. Unless she really wanted to look. And as my wife’s fingers slowly reached the outline of my balls over my basketball shorts, my dick was ready and waiting and throbbing.

She slowly massaged my balls as we watch this show with Rebecca. And she was laughing and making comments about the show. Almost like she wasn’t slowly rubbing my balls under the blanket. My wife is a good actor. That’s when I realized Rebecca had a glass of wine, nearly empty sitting next to her. She was having a good time. And now I was too.

My wife started talking to Rebecca just as her hands reached down into my shorts and she started to play with my cock. Grazing her nails up and down. “See, I’ve used this trick before. She’s heavily suggesting that she’s good at head. And I know from personal experience that if you blow a guy’s mind with a great blow job, he’s all yours.”

“ well that’s my problem,” Rebecca laughed. “I’ve never really given a blow job”

Her and my wife laughed. And so did I. It was yet another cute Rebecca moment. Everything she did was cute. My wife and I have basically had a crush on her since we met her.

But after she said that, my wife immediately pulled my shorts down underneath the blanket and my cock sprung upwards, lifting the blankets slightly. And my wife quickly grabbed my cock and started stroking.

She was clearly turned on, she just jumped like three gears.

I Reflexively reached around her and grab her ass under the blanket. She was wearing these short shorts that I love. You can see the bottom of her ass cheeks when she walks around the house. And There’s quick access to her already wet pussy.

I glance at Rebecca once more. She’s basically in my view of the TV. I don’t even have to turn my head when I look to see if her eyes were watching us. They’re not. I can also see that she’s wearing a black tank top which shows some freckled cleavage.

Yeah she’s so cute. She even has freckles.

She’s wearing short shorts as well. As her pale white legs are crossed. My eyes focus on her nice sized tits, slightly jiggling against her bra as she laughs. Hoping she’ll laugh some more.

I feel the heat of the moment. And the possible boundary that we are crossing and I slip two fingers into my wife’s vagina. I start slowly fingering her. Showing her my self control in the speed I set. Her grip on my cock loosens and she goes back to just playing with it a little bit. She slows herself.

I’m sure she knows with how quickly I got hard that I could burst any moment. So she needs to cool it. And as I slowly plunge my fingers into her again and again and again, she occasionally bites my ear.

I don’t take my eyes off Rebecca. I think about all the times my wife and I have talked about how cute she is. And jokingly, many times, talking about how perfect her ass is.

God, I wish she was standing up. I wish her hand was in here too. I wish a lot of things.

But this is heaven too.

My wife is slowly stroking my cock from base to just below my tip. She’s no longer trying to hide the beat stroke of her hand underneath the blanket. If Rebecca were to look over, it would be obvious that my wife was jacking me off right in front of her.

It’s been a few minutes and it’s also been quiet. And Imore than once had to stifle a moan. She bit my shoulder at one point, and held it. And I felt her pussy tremor. She was coming. I knew to hold my fingers exactly where . Pressing them against the inside of her flesh. I’ve learned her orgasms last longer if I hold it like this. Until she takes another big breath.

I wonder if Rebecca can sense the vibe change. Because she hasn’t talked in a few minutes.

It Finally happens. She reaches for the rest of her wine and says “I kinda want to watch the other one too. Mini marathon.“ she glanced at us. And in one motion of picking up her glass and turning back towards the TV she managed to glance down. I know her eyes caught it.

But does she know what she saw?

She held her glass for a moment and didn’t drink it at first. She stared at the TV. Her mouth hung open for a while. And then she finally sipped her wine.

Only one sip. And then about two minutes later, she turned to put the glass back and deliberately looked at what we were doing. Even this was cute. Because even after her eyes lingered, before finally returning to the TV. She was trying to be slick. And I caught her glancing at my bulge being stroked under a blanket.

two of her best friends.

She was silent for a couple more minutes. Her mouth open again.

Was it me or was her swivel chair pointing a little more towards us. Even though her head was still facing the TV away from us. I could see both her legs now. thick thighs. Her cute little orange socks. I realized she wasn’t wearing a tank top, it was just a sports bra. Because I could see her cute little tummy. Just the top of it.

I realized in this moment, I really wanted to see her belly button.

I think I’m right, her body is facing us a little more. And if I know anything, whatever your body is facing is usually what you want the most.

I watched her intently. Waiting for one sign that she was not OK with this. But her poker face was actually pretty strong right now.

She took one of her hands off the armrest and placed it on her leg. Her right hand. I prayed that that hand wasn’t done moving.

My wife was still slowly stroking my cock. Kissing my shoulder. And getting finger fucked by me.

This went on for a couple minutes silent until my wife let out a small sigh.

I saw Rebecca‘s hand Twitch.

And when I looked up at her mouth, it wasn’t open anymore. She was kind of biting her lip.

I fingered my wife a little harder. Almost making a sound as my Palm slapped against her asshole.

She is. Rebecca’s biting her lip. And when I’m certain of that, I watch her hands, slowly, raise up her leg and hover over her midsection. Without breaking her gaze at the TV her hand continues up and her fingers reach her waist line.

They hesitate. My wife sighs a little louder, squeezing my cock.

By the sound of that, Rebecca seems to find encouragement. And she bites her lip harder as her hand plunges his beneath her shorts.

We watched Rebecca masturbate in front of us. Without making eye contact.

I think my wife and I are both stunned. Because it’s quiet for a moment. As it’s clear what is actually happening. We just crossed the line and we’re all getting ourselves off. In front of each other.

My wife sighs a little louder. Rebecca exhales a little louder.

Watching her stomach rise and fall with her breath, and the outline of her hand going up and down on what I have to imagine is an exquisite vagina.

She’s beautiful. My wife and I are having a dream come true.

We clearly have wanted this for a long time.

My wife takes the blanket off my cock. I don’t realized how hot it had gotten underneath that blanket until the cold air hit my massive erection.

Fellas, you know what I mean? When you have one of those really really good hard-ons? you feel like a God. And this goddess was stroking my cock. In front of this innocent virgin nymph.

This is where my brain went for a moment. Fantasy smut.

I glanced down at my cock. Which I almost never do. And my wife had it glistening. She had been intermittently letting go of my cock and licking her hand and returning it. Which felt amazing. And gave it a beautiful shine by the light of our TV in our dark living room.

All she had to do was look over. And Rebecca would finally see my cock. And I would get to watch her eyes take it in.

I couldn’t wait. I started to moan. Just a little bit escaped from my lips. And it looked like it hit her like a football. It interrupted her breathing. I know she hurt me. I’m pretty sure she was picking up her speed now. A little more determined as she fingered herself. They look more like she was rubbing her clit. She doesn’t seem like she’s stuck a finger in.

I tried to telepathically tell her to look. Look at us over here. Look at my cock, Rebecca. Look at how hard I am for you.

I wanted her to know how sexy she was. I wanted to show her however I could.

I watched her breath. I watched her mouth. I watched her neck. She was leaning her head against the chair, and her neck was a little more exposed. I watched her shoulders rise and fall. Her mouth was dropped a little bit more. Breath changes. It becomes clear she’s about to come.

I think my wife notices this as well. Because she’s really starting to stroke me. And it’s loud. I’m never sure what exactly makes that fap sound. But she’s absolutely handling my meat.

Come on, look, Rebecca. I think as loudly as I can.

My balls were getting tight. I know I was getting really close.

My wife knows. Because she’s sighing into my ear. She knows what she’s doing. She’s in control of this cock.

Rebecca gives a sharp intake of breath. Which almost sounded like a gasp. And then she held her breath and her finger stopped moving. She exhaled. Which almost sounded like a pout.

I was about to blow. I was beginning to exhale pretty loudly.

I started to smear my wife’s pussy juice against her clit.

I’ve gotten her off in 30 seconds before. I wanted to see if I could catch her up to us for her second orgasm.

I was rubbing a pattern around her clitoris that I know she loves. She bit the bottom of my ear.And moaned.

I think as loud as I can one more time -

look, Rebecca.

I realize Rebecca is not quite coming yet. She’s still climbing the mountain. It’s one of those pre-orgasms. The part where you need to land the plane. Her breath is starting to get ragged. Her chest slightly heaves into the air. She’s really rubbing herself with a fury right now.

I’ve got five seconds tops before I explode.

I exhale. And put just the slightest hint of a whimper into it.

Rebecca frowns. But that coupled with her mouth open just a bit more, I realize it’s a frown of pure lust.

She finally turns her head.

Her jaw drops all the way. She tilts her head down and beams her eyes at my cock being stroked by her best friend.

I exhale loudly sharp and quickly.

My wife goes full speed. Her hand is a blur on my cock. I continue to rub circles around her clit. And every few rotations, I quickly rub the very tip.

She sighs like a slut.

I’m living for Rebecca‘s facial expressions. She has the look of pure pleasure on her face. She’s about to come. And she knows it.

And she knows she’s about to watch us come too.

When it becomes clear that you’re about to come at the same time as somebody else. There’s a certain destiny of pleasure that you feel.

Rebecca suddenly tenses up and stops breathing. And her hand froze again.

My wife started bucking herself against my hand. She bit my shoulder. Hard.

My cock Erupted with cum. a deep moan as my hot seed sprayed and sprayed and sprayed across my tshirt.

I watched Rebecca‘s eyes go wide as she saw my ropes of come.

Her left hand came up and squeezed the outside of her right breast.

I was still coming.

My wife was coming.

She pulled every last drop out of me as across the room Rebecca’s breath returned to her.

Things were quiet for a moment as our pace is slowed.

And we all started to laugh.

She went and got us a towel. In our own house. She slowly walked over to us, her eyes still on my cock. my wife and I looking up at her.

She tosses the towel on my cock.

“See,” she says.

“When something feels right. It’s not slutty.”