Wife overseas friend

Lunch had been great—light conversation, a couple of glasses of wine, and the kind of playful energy that simmered just below the surface. Her friend, visiting from overseas, was gorgeous—confident, flirtatious, and the way she laughed made me feel like she already knew where this afternoon was going.

My wife and I had talked about it before—how her friend had always had that vibe, how open she was about what she liked, how curious she seemed. So when I caught the way they were looking at each other across the table, I knew. Today wasn’t going to end with just dessert.

Back at our place, things escalated fast. My wife kissed her first—soft, teasing, like a secret unfolding right in front of me. I sat there watching, completely mesmerized. Her friend melted into it, letting out a breathy sound that made my pulse spike.

Then my wife turned to me, eyes burning. “Come here,” she said.

Clothes hit the floor like they were in the way. I stepped behind her friend, hands on her hips as she leaned over the arm of the couch, already slick and ready. I slid into her slowly, and she gasped, her back arching beautifully. My wife knelt in front of her, kissing her deeply as I began to move.

“Harder,” she begged, breath ragged against my wife’s lips.

I didn’t hold back. The way her body clenched around me, the way my wife kissed her while watching me over her shoulder—it was almost too much.

Then my wife stood, pulling on the strapon we loved. I knew what was coming, and judging by the way her friend moaned when she saw it, so did she.

My wife slid behind her, guiding herself in slowly, stretching her open as I kept thrusting. Her friend cried out, caught between us, hands gripping the couch as we fucked her together. The intensity of it—the rhythm, the heat, the sound of our bodies moving in sync—pushed us all higher.

She came first, shuddering violently, unable to hold herself up. My wife didn’t stop. Neither did I. We drove her through it, through another climax that left her gasping, eyes glassy and legs shaking.

When we finally collapsed in a pile of tangled limbs and sweat-slicked skin, I looked over at my wife. She was grinning, eyes wild with satisfaction.

“Worth the wait?” she asked.

I just laughed. “Let’s ask her after round two.”