Last week I arrived home from work as usual.

As I grabbed my stuff from the car, I couldn’t help but notice a little red sports car in the driveway. I walked into the house and heard my wife Jasmine’s laughter coming from the living room — where, it turned out, she was sitting on the couch next to her friend Karyn. They were looking through some old pictures.

I went to the refrigerator, grabbed a beer for myself, and poured them each a glass of wine. They continued talking and laughing as I took my spot in the recliner and joined the conversation.

While Karyn was telling us an anecdote, she gently rested her hand on Jasmine’s leg, just above the knee. A little later Karyn complained about a stiff neck she’d been suffering for the past few days. Jasmine said, “You need a massage.” Karyn said she wished she could afford one, but that it wasn’t going to happen.

Out of the blue, Jasmine offered to give Karyn a massage, and Karyn gratefully spun around, offering her back.

It was a nice sight — my gorgeous wife gently rubbing her friend’s shoulders as I kicked back in my recliner, enjoying my beer. Karyn exclaimed how good it felt, and mentioned that she’d once had a boyfriend who loved to give her massages. She told Jasmine her hands were every bit as good as his.

Jasmine was really getting into this backrub, and Karyn was moaning softly with her eyes closed. I decided to see if this scene could get any better. I said, “Let me get a blanket and put it on the floor. That way, Karyn, you can lie down on your stomach, because Jasmine really gives great backrubs when you’re in the right position.” They both gave their approval.

I spread out the blanket, and as the girls started to take their spots, I asked if anyone wanted another glass of wine. Both said that would be great. I handed them each a glass, and they each took a sip before the backrub continued.

Karyn was in a sweatshirt and jeans. Jasmine said that if Karyn pulled her sweatshirt up to her neck it would give better access. She asked Karyn if she had on a bra, and Karyn did. Karyn got the hint, took the sweatshirt completely off, and flung it toward the couch. As for me, I still couldn’t believe this was happening or how lucky I was.

Jasmine resumed her ministrations, giving some special attention to Karyn’s shoulders. Our guest was in a state of extreme pleasure. She looked content and her eyes were closed. Except for an occasional moan, she was rather silent.

Jasmine continued massaging her way down Karyn’s back. I watched with anticipation to see how she was going to get Karyn out of those jeans.

Damned if she didn’t just start massaging Karyn’s ass cheeks right through the jeans. Karyn, with a little moan, said it would feel really good if she took off her jeans. And that’s exactly what she did.

My hot wife leaned in and started to massage Karyn’s ass. She put one hand between Karyn’s legs and massaged her inner thighs. Karyn murmured that it felt so nice, and Jasmine rewarded her by moving the other hand down there. Karyn’s legs spread farther apart. Jasmine glanced over at me and smiled.

I asked Jasmine, “Are you going to do her front now?”

Karyn instantly rolled over and said, “Oh, yes. Do my front, please.”

Karyn’s tits looked full, held together and pushed up by her bra. Her panties covered up what looked like a nicely shaved pussy, and although she’d never got me all that excited before, I was definitely turned on. Even more appealing was Jasmine, leaning over and massaging Karyn’s chest.

Then Jasmine made her move. She leaned down and lightly licked Karyn’s left nipple through the bra. Karyn’s nipples popped erect. Jasmine brought a hand down from Karyn’s shoulder and started massaging her friend’s right breast, then expanding to attend to both breasts with tongue and hands. As Jasmine continued nibbling and massaging, she undid the bra, releasing Karyn’s fabulous tits. Karyn reached up to stroke Jasmine’s head.

Jasmine was not quite as gentle and tentative in her exploration now. She devoured those tits with her mouth and hands, much to the delight of our guest. This lasted for about ten minutes, and it was just awesome. Karyn was moaning and whispering “Yes” as her hips moved up and down, begging for more.

Jasmine’s hand moved slowly south past Karyn’s belly button and under the band of her panties. The hand moved in between Karyn’s legs and cupped her pussy. Karyn again moaned in delight as Jasmine started to tickle her clit with one finger.

It wasn’t long before the panties were slid to one side, revealing the beautiful pink lips and shaved box that Jasmine had worked so hard to get prepared for action. Karyn reached down, took her own panties by the band, and yanked them off. There she was, ready for Jasmine to take her — and totally naked in front of me.

Jasmine slid down, putting her face between Karyn’s legs, working her eager tongue onto her friend’s clit and all around her pussy lips. She took two of her fingers and slid them into Karyn’s hot, wet box to its innermost reaches.

Now the two of them were really into a sizzling rhythm. Karyn rocked up and down. Her head was tipped way back and her eyes were rolled way back too. Jasmine was buried in that pussy, getting every bit of it with her tongue and fingers.

Karyn started to whimper louder. Her hips lifted up off the floor, and she screamed, “I’m coming! My God!” Then she began convulsing as Jasmine jammed her fingers into her. Karyn must have come for a full two minutes; one orgasm after another, as Jasmine kept pushing her over the edge.

As Karyn started to relax, she looked at Jasmine and smiled and said she’d always been curious but had never been with another woman. She told Jasmine that no man had ever been able to take her to where Jasmine had just taken her. She was still convulsing a bit as she softly asked Jasmine to take off her clothes. The two women maneuvered around until they were in a sixty-nine. Karyn began exploring my hot wife’s pussy; now it was Jasmine who began to moan.

Jasmine put her head down between Karyn’s legs and her tongue back in Karyn’s magical spot.

In a moment Karyn herself was back at it, bucking and moaning, but this time she wasn’t alone. Jasmine ground her pussy in Karyn’s face and they both started moving in beautiful tandem, tongue to clit, clit to tongue. They were deep into each other when Karyn started to let go with another orgasm.

Jasmine just buried her head in that box while she ground her own pussy into Karyn’s face. Their simultaneous orgasm was so intense, I’ve never seen anything like it. It lasted a good long time.

Finally the moaning started to subside and I could hear each of them breathing heavily as they collapsed into a mutual cuddle.

They looked at each other, and for the first time gave each other a deep, passionate French kiss. They held the kiss for some time, each enjoying the taste of her own love juices delivered back to herself.

I got up and went into our bedroom, where I pulled down the bedsheets and fluffed the pillows. I came back into the living room and told them the bed was awaiting them. With very weak knees they both got up, and I helped them into the bedroom. I got these two beauties into bed, pulled the covers up around them, and tucked them in for a good night’s sleep.

I went to our friend Karyn’s side, sat on the edge of the bed, kissed her on the forehead, and said it was nice to see her again. I kind of joked that we shouldn’t let our busy lives get in between visits. She assured me that we would get together again very soon.

I went to the other side of the bed and sat down next to my wife. I bent over and gently kissed her on the lips. I said, “Baby, I love you so much.” Jasmine had this blissful smile on her face; she was pretty much spent from her evening.

I kissed her again and said “Sweet dreams” as I got up, turned off the light, and walked back into the living room.

I picked the blanket off the floor, rounded up their clothing, and placed it in a pile. I had slept on the couch many times before, but never in such good spirits. I touched myself, thinking about the scene that had just happened in the very room in which I was now about to sleep. I didn’t know what was going to happen in the next room, but I was ready for some sweet dreams of my own.