My husbands friend joins us for some dirty fun...

My husband, James has this tendency to subtly trick me into some of the best sexual experiences I’ve ever had. I’m not complaining, I always come out perfectly fulfilled, always happy. He knows what I want and how to give it to me. The sly bastard just has this talent of seducing me into things, without me even knowing that it is happening.

Just last weekend he duped me again. We’d been talking for a few months about new things we’d like to try. We’ve done toys, and every position possible. We’ve brought girls in; heck we even had a fun at a sex club once. But lately James has been talking a lot about watching me with another man – saying that he would love to see his beautiful hot wife been fucked by another man but I never really gave it much thought, James is more than enough for me. But if given the choice, I wouldn’t have said no. Who doesn’t like a little extra on the side, with your husband’s approval none the less.

James’s best friend Charles was in town on business last weekend, and instead of staying at a hotel, we offered him the couch in the living room. They hadn’t seen each other in years, and that first night was like being back in college all over again. We were all drinking and having a great time catching up and sharing stories. Charles talked about his wife, and James talked about me. More than a few times I caught them sharing more about our sex lives than they should. I should have known they were up to something, but like I said, James has this talent for seducing me into things without me even knowing. It was later that night when things got a little wild.

James and I had gone to bed, after making up the couch for Charles. It was around 3 o’clock in the morning when I woke up with the driest month possible. I usually sleep in the nude, but with a house guest, I slipped on my silk dressing gown and headed downstairs for some water. The way our living room is setup, it connects right to the kitchen. It’s great for large parties, but it’s terrible if you are trying to use the living room for privacy - like Charles was trying to do.

I quietly made my way down the stairs so as not to wake Charles but I could hear the rustling of sheets as I hit the bottom stair and turned towards the kitchen. I don’t think Charles noticed me because the rustling didn’t stop. When I pressed my glass against the water faucet on the fridge, I could hear him jump.

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