Chelsea, my wife’s best friend, came to stay with us while she was in town on business.

Chelsea and Amy have known each other for ten years, and Amy was excited that Chelsea was coming for a whole week’s visit.

I work just five minutes from our house, so I come home every day for lunch. One day, as I went past the bathroom I was shocked to see the door wide open and Chelsea standing there, naked, fresh out of the shower. I couldn’t take my eyes off her large round breasts, erect nipples, and smooth wet skin.

Chelsea knew I’d seen her. She smiled and made no attempt to cover herself.

I continued to the bedroom to change my shirt. Chelsea followed me into the room with a too-small towel barely covering her bush. “Oh, I’m sorry, Trevor,” she said. “I didn’t realize you’d be home.”

“No problem, I’m just changing,” I said, trying not to look at this beautiful woman in the bedroom I shared with my wife. Chelsea sat on the bed with the towel pulled up, her ass indenting the bedspread. She opened her legs slightly and arched her back so I couldn’t help but glimpse her pussy.

“Mmm, that shower felt so good. I’ve been so tense with these business meetings,” Chelsea said. My pulse quickened and I felt a stirring in my khakis. Chelsea, rolling her head from side to side, asked, “Do you have a minute to work a couple kinks out of my neck?”

“Sure,” I said. I knelt behind her and started kneading her shoulders. Just hearing Chelsea breathe made me so hard. When she opened her legs a little more, it was almost too much for me to take. The towel was now riding up far enough for me to see her patch of hair. I kept one hand on her shoulder and, without thinking, moved the other onto her wet pussy. When I slipped a finger inside her, I could feel how wet and swollen her pussy was, and she gasped again. I fingered her awhile longer, tickling her clit, then slipped two fingers into her hole. Moving off the bed and sitting on the floor in front of her, I put my hands on her buttocks and pulled her cunt to my face so I could taste her nectar.

Here I was with this sexy woman who turned me on so much, and I was finally tasting her luscious juices — while, unbeknownst to me, my wife was down the hall looking through the railing, watching me eat out her best friend. Amy had come home to take Chelsea out for lunch. In the front hall she stood very quietly when she’d heard Chelsea’s gasp from upstairs. I can’t imagine what my wife thought when she realized that her best friend was up there with me, but I’m certain she realized it wasn’t an innocent situation.

“Oh God, Trevor, that feels so good!” Chelsea said as she ground her pussy into my face. I couldn’t restrain myself any longer. I stood up in front of her, and she mercifully unzipped my pants and set my throbbing cock free. She stroked it a bit, but was too hot and horny to let too much time pass. Chelsea lay back again, held her legs wide apart, and pleaded for me to fuck her. I held my cock and moved the head against her moist pussy, sending a tingle up my spine and through my balls. “We shouldn’t do this,” I said. “I’m married and you’re Amy’s friend.”

“Let’s just see how it would feel,” said Chelsea. “Just quickly, then we can stop.”

Chelsea had a way with words. I entered her suddenly, making her moan. I hadn’t known another woman’s pussy in more than ten years, and I was on fire for this woman. I slid in and out of her hot pussy, harder and faster. She twisted her nipples while I pounded her tight cunt. She moaned and sighed and made deliciously sexy noises.

Suddenly she squeezed her legs around my waist — “Oh God, Trevor, I’m coming!” Her body arched and spasmed under me as I thrusted. That was all I needed, watching her body writhe under me and her face flush with her orgasm. “I’m going to come inside you,” I yelled, and shot my huge hot load into Chelsea. I collapsed onto her, our bodies sweaty — when I suddenly thought of the time. “It’s late. I have to get back to work.” I scrambled for my clothes, and never heard Amy sneak back down the stairs, or her car start as she sped back to work.

Later that evening Amy, Chelsea, and I were enjoying dinner and some wine on the patio. Amy was getting very flirtatious, the way she does when the alcohol starts to affect her. But this was Amy she was flirting with. I was feeling a bit horny myself, watching my wife sitting next to and flirting with the sexy woman I had fucked just hours ago. Chelsea helped Amy wash the dishes, and before long, Chelsea was returning Amy¹s flirtations.

When I joined them in the kitchen, they were hugging each other. I heard Chelsea say to Amy, “So soft and smooth, and no bra,” as she traced Amy’s nipple with a finger until it was erect.

“Did I interrupt something?” I asked.

“You didn’t interrupt,” said Amy. “Care to help us?” Chelsea’s hand moved onto Amy’s bare thigh and under her dress.

“No panties! You naughty girl,” said Chelsea as she touched Amy’s twat. She slipped a finger into Amy and made her gasp. I watched with a smile on my face.

“I have an idea,” said Amy to Chelsea. “Why don’t you lick my pussy the way I saw my husband lick yours earlier today?” I nearly fell over.

But Chelsea was ready for it. “I was wondering when you’d bring that up,” she said. “I saw you looking at us, and I saw the look on your face when you came at the same time Trevor shot his load into me. I would love to lick your pussy.” She boosted Amy up onto the kitchen counter and spread her legs. She traced Amy’s smooth pussy with her tongue, then flicked at Amy’s clit.

Standing behind Chelsea, I lifted her dress and fingered her cunt as I looked into my wife’s eyes. I took out my cock and entered Chelsea, never taking my eyes away from Amy. Chelsea’s come covered my cock. I wiped some of it onto a finger and offered it to my wife, who sucked up every last drop. Amy was so turned on that she soon came all over her friend’s face.

She slid off the counter and knelt down in front of Chelsea, who was still getting fucked by me. Amy licked Chelsea’s pussy and grasped my balls while I slid in and out of Chelsea. I couldn’t stand any of this much longer; my legs were all tingly and weak, so I went over and sat on a kitchen chair. Amy lowered herself onto my cock. It was Chelsea’s turn to lick and stroke my balls, and then she moved up to Amy’s virgin asshole. Chelsea slid a wet finger into Amy’s ass and Amy screamed with pleasure as she rode my cock harder and faster, stopping only long enough to lift herself off me and allow Chelsea to suck Amy’s come off of my hard rod.

They took turns riding me, and they each came about five times, until I finally couldn’t take anymore and pumped my hot come into the mouth of each of these beautiful women.

Neither of us can wait for Chelsea’s next business trip.