When my best friend from college invited me over to meet his hot new wife, I was excited.

Joe and I had a thing back when we were in grad school 20 years ago — not between us, directly. We liked to watch each other get it on with our dates. Nothing got me harder than seeing him bang my girl.

We didn’t play that way often. It was hard to find women willing to play along, but when we did, it was hot.

I’d been out of the country on business for the better part of a year and hadn’t been able to attend their wedding. I’d yet to meet his beautiful bride, who he’d wed after a whirlwind courtship. But as we chatted on the phone, I could hear in his voice how thrilled he was for me to finally get to know her. He hadn’t suggested anything sexual yet, so I didn’t want to make assumptions. But I held that hope in my, um, heart as I headed over to their place on the appointed night.

When I was introduced to Holly, I felt an immediate pang. Why hadn’t I seen her first? Damn, the girl was a stunner and looked like she’d been a coed just yesterday. She let me into their place, and as she walked away from me, I took in the curves of her hot ass and the swing of her shapely hips.

Her long hair was pinned in a sloppy twist, as if she and Joe had just fucked and she hadn’t bothered to do much to pull herself together. It’s a style I find extremely erotic — the just-been-fucked look.

Over dinner, I got the lowdown on how the two of them had originally hooked up. I’ll admit I was still experiencing a little bit of envy at their erotic energy — it was palpable. Holly was curled up next to Joe so closely that they were practically sitting on the same chair. I tried to pay attention to their story. I know that bubbly feeling of the early stages of love, when all you want to do is explain to everyone how you met, how happy you feel, how the skies are so blue…

Blue. Holly’s striking eyes couldn’t have been a more beautiful blue. Her lips were full and tempting, too, just to be really unhelpful. All I could think of when she talked was what her lips would feel like wrapped around my cock. But there I was, being a horndog again. I ought to have been happy for Joe, not jealous of him and lusting after his wife. I shook my head and tried to focus.

Joe told me about how they’d met at work. She was a new hire, and he’d tried his best to make her feel welcome.

“Boy, did he ever,” Holly interjected. “He was eating me out that night in the parking lot.”

My eyes must have gone the size of saucers because Joe laughed.

“I told her already,” he said in a stage whisper. “About the two us and the way we used to carry on with our dates.”

Holly’s eyes were alight with passion as she purred, “How long do you think it’ll be before you’re eating me?”

I hoped not too long. That was for sure. I hoped we’d forgo the rest of the dinner and get right to dessert.

“You’re really okay with this?” I had to ask Joe.

This wasn’t just some chick we’d picked up in a bar. Holly was his wife! Although I deeply wanted to be deep inside her, I also didn’t want to spoil our friendship.

“Yeah,” Joe assured me. “I haven’t had that feeling in a long time, man. That thrill of watching my woman deep-throat your dick.”

Upon hearing his words, my erection expanded, as if that part of my body sensed Joe talking about it.

“All right,” I said. “I’m game.”

That was all Holly needed to hear. She pushed her chair back, tiptoed around the table and settled herself into my lap. While Joe sat back and watched, Holly ran her fingers through my hair, then nuzzled against me. All those feelings of jealousy I’d had moments before disappeared. Holly was light and lithe in my arms. I could almost picture the heat coming off her in waves — and trust me, she was sizzling.

In no time, she was moving, pushing back and slipping down to the floor so she could have her way with my jeans. She undid my fly like a pro and set my cock free. I found myself caught between staring down at her and looking over at Joe, who was watching me, his face a mask of helpless excitement. That was a look I remembered well. Sex somehow was more intense when Joe was watching me, coming in a close second to the thrill I felt when I was watching him.

But back to Holly. She closed her slick lips around my bulbous cockhead, and I sighed. Then Joe sighed. Her hot, wet mouth slid up and down my dick slowly, coaxing me to full mast.

Holly pulled back from my raging erection to coo, “You’re so hard, baby. Do you want to put your cock in my pussy?”

That was a question I didn’t need to think about. I nodded, and she stood up, swept the dishes aside and leaned over the table, presenting her fine young ass to me. I reached around her slender frame to fumble with her fly before lowering her shorts. She wasn’t wearing panties, and her glistening pussy seemed well primed.

Holly looked at me over her shoulder, with a wicked joy shining in her eyes. “We fucked before you got here. I hope you don’t mind.”

Sloppy seconds? No, I didn’t mind at all.

“And we’re going to fuck again,” she assured me, “after you leave.”

“Her orgasm had ignited mine, and I was coming before  I could stop myself.”

I gripped her hips and slipped right in. She was so wet. It was like coming home — being inside a girl right after Joe had been there. I remembered the pleasure from years before. But that didn’t make this time any less special. Joe groaned as he watched me pump my dick into his wife’s well-used snatch. I echoed his sound, unable to stop myself.

Joe was transfixed and murmured, “Ah, fuck, man. I missed this. I missed this so much I can’t even tell you. Remember that first time?”

I nodded because I couldn’t speak. Not with pretty Holly’s pussy contracting around my cock. The girl had a vise-like grip on me, and I liked it.

But images from the past filled my head: Joe bringing a comely brunette home with him. The three of us getting a little silly before coming up with the idea to take turns. Had that been 20 years ago? I came back to the present as Holly came on my cock, crying out Joe’s name as my climax rocked me. Her orgasm had ignited mine, and I was coming before I could stop myself. I continued to pump into her, reaching around to finger her clit. She creamed a second time, her spasming cunt sucking the last bits of come right out of me.

After that, I had to blink a few times to clear my head. I was practically gasping for breath. But I looked at Joe and said, “Yeah, man. I remember the first time. And I’ll always remember my first time with Holly.”

Joe grinned as Holly said breathlessly, “Trust me — the next time will be even better!”

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