My best bud has always had a thing for my wife. Roger thinks he hides it well, but it’s always been as plain as day to me—and same goes for my wife’s attraction to him.

Lucky for Roger, my wife isn’t shy about sharing her crushes with me. I’ve known for years that she finds him attractive. You might even say I’ve encouraged her to act on her feelings, just a bit.

Recently, the stars aligned and I seized an opportunity to make two people I care about very happy.

My buddy’s girlfriend dumped him, but I had a trick up my sleeve to make him forget all about her. I shared my plan with my wife, Sarah, and she was only too happy to help.

We invited Roger over for dinner and drinks, and finally, I saw a spark of joy return to his eyes. Of course, there was more on the menu than beef filet and wine. Sarah was prepared to offer him a very special dessert—herself.

When it was time for the final course, my wife disappeared into the kitchen and I primed my buddy for what he was about to experience.

Minutes later, Sarah emerged from the kitchen naked—except for a coating of gooey chocolate sauce covering her breasts. She handed Roger a can of whipped cream, cocked a brow and said, “Still hungry, I hope.”

Roger looked over at me, as if silently seeking my permission to continue—even though I’d already given him my blessing.

I gave him a nod of encouragement and said, “Go ahead, dude. I’m just here to watch. Tonight is all about you.”

He took the can of whipped cream. Holding it above Sarah’s chest, he squirted a long, fluffy line from one breast to the other.

I sat back and watched with intense interest. Though I wouldn’t be the one to indulge in Sarah’s body that evening, I swear I could taste the rich, velvety chocolate on my own tongue. Roger was in for a real treat.

“Don’t forget the sprinkles,” Sarah purred.

She pointed to the center of the dining table where a small jar of sugar confetti sat.

With more confidence this time, Roger snatched the bottle off the table, popped off its cap and shook a rainfall of sprinkles over my wife’s tits. They didn’t just cling to the whipped cream, either. The chocolate also caught the crunchy bits of sugar.

“That’s a good boy,” Sarah cooed.

She ran her fingers through Roger’s thick hair and used her grip on his head to direct his mouth to her boobs.

“Now eat up,” she said.

Roger looked up at her with his puppy-dog eyes, then he dipped his head and went to town. He nibbled along the line of whipped cream, diligently slurping up every bit of the sweet fluff. When that was finished, he turned his attention to her nipples, lapping up the smeared chocolate.

“Oh,” Sarah sighed as he flicked his tongue over her pointy nips.

She closed her eyes and sighed softly, savoring the moment when a man other than her husband took her breast into his mouth.

My chest puffed up. I was filled with an overwhelming sense of pride. My sweet, gorgeous wife is so giving. It meant the world to see my two favorite people enjoying one another so thoroughly.

When Roger pulled away, I saw one of Sarah’s pert, pink nipples had been sucked clean and sharply contrasted with the brown chocolate surrounding it. The nub looked like a perfectly ripe berry.

I watched with bated breath as Roger dropped his head again. This time, he laved his tongue over the upper curve of each breast, slowly stripping the chocolate from her flesh. Back and forth he went, lapping up every last bit.

My cock twitched inside my pants, but I ignored it and instead focused on the salacious show before me. And what a production it was. Roger feasted on Sarah ravenously. Every hungry swipe of his tongue revealed another swath of her milky-white skin.

After one breast was licked completely clean, he turned to the other. He paused briefly to squirt another generous dollop of whipped cream onto her boob, then his mouth descended again.

Roger emitted a low, hungry growl while he devoured the last bits of chocolate and cream clinging to Sarah’s skin. Even after the chocolate had been wiped away, he continued to suckle her breasts. It felt good to see my friend enjoy himself so thoroughly.

Sarah looked pretty pleased, as well. Her eyes were closed, and her head was tilted back as a satisfied smile lifted the corners of her lips. I knew that smile. It was one she’d worn often during our bedroom romps, and now it played on her lips while my best friend worshiped her tits.

Roger did more than simply suck on Sarah’s boobs; he massaged them thoroughly, too. But his hands couldn’t fully contain her pendulous breasts.

Sarah’s voluptuous curves have always stopped men in their tracks—women, too. And I’m well aware that even my oversized hands are no match for her melons. They’re much more than a handful, just the way I like it.

Apparently, Roger seemed to feel the same way. He buried his face in her sticky cleavage, allowing her pillowy boobs to envelop him. His hands rested on either side of her breasts, shoving them against his cheeks.

“Oh God,” he groaned.

He turned his head from side to side, peppering the valley between her tits with kisses.

“I need you,” Roger said breathlessly. “I need you now.”

He scooped Sarah up in his arms and seated her on the edge of the table. She spread her legs wide, leaving her pussy fully exposed.

Roger sat before her and mumbled, “You’re gorgeous.”

“She is, isn’t she?” I replied. “Show us how much you like her, Roger. I want you to fuck my wife.”

Any hesitation Roger had displayed earlier in the evening had long since evaporated. Now he was downright exuberant, eager to demonstrate his passion to Sarah and myself.

He ducked down, but before he could take a taste of her cunt, Sarah told him, “There’s a surprise for you inside.”

Roger gave me a quizzical look before turning to my beloved. Then he bowed his head again. He sealed his lips around my wife’s pussy hole and sucked hard. I heard a loud slurping sound, and when Roger lifted his head again, a bright red cherry was tucked between his teeth. I laughed out loud.

My sweetie had truly gone all out! She’d turned herself into a Sarah sundae. Although I didn’t take a taste myself, I could tell by watching my buddy that she sure was delicious.

Roger ate the cherry that had been marinating inside my wife. I imagined the sugary red fruit must have taken on some of Sarah’s unique flavor. After he swallowed her surprise, Roger turned his attention back to her pussy. He grabbed the can of whipped cream again and squirted a dollop atop her hairless mound.

He licked, nipped and sucked at her skin, eating up all the cream while skirting around her clit, saving the best bit for last, of course. Then, finally, he flicked his tongue repeatedly against her sensitive button.

I’d never seen Roger go down on a girl before, but clearly, my friend was skilled. Sarah writhed sensually, her ass rising and falling as she ground her pussy against his face.

While Roger was busy between Sarah’s legs, my wife took other matters into her own hands. Now she was the one playing with her breasts, pinching her pert nipples while my best friend made a meal out of her pussy.

When Sarah came, I swear her screams made the crystals on our chandelier rattle. Her whole body shook from the force of her orgasm, and still Roger continued to go down on her like a goddamn champ. I was proud of him.

Of course, he wasn’t done yet. The man hadn’t even gotten his dick wet. While Sarah was still in rapture, he stood and dropped his pants.

Roger didn’t bother with a condom, and I didn’t care. What’s mine is his to use.

My buddy dragged the crown of his cock and up and down Sarah’s slit, spreading her slippery juices all over his dickhead. When the tip of his cock was glistening, he plunged his erection inside her pussy.

“Oh, yes,” Sarah shouted. “Fuck me hard, you naughty boy.”

Sarah always did have a way with words.

Not missing a beat, Roger began to move his hips, slowly at first, then faster and harder. He pistoned his cock in and out of my wife’s pussy with impressive speed and agility. He fucked her so hard the table rattled. I was utterly transfixed by their performance, thoroughly taken by the sight of my best friend screwing my wife. They looked good together, and I found myself fantasizing about sharing Sarah more often.

There would be time to think about that later, though. I needed to live in the moment and watch my friend rail my wife.

Sarah’s legs quaked as another orgasm washed over her, and Roger clearly wasn’t far behind. They both grunted and groaned, creating a symphony of pleasure that was music to my ears.

With seconds to spare, Roger pulled his dick from my wife’s depths and blew his load all over her tits and tummy. He pumped his cock with his fist, draining every last bit of spunk onto my wife’s flushed skin, then he collapsed into a nearby chair and flashed me a grin. It was a perfect evening, one I hoped to repeat again soon.