Almost had the threesome of my dreams

Exactly one year ago, we went to visit my wife’s best friend. Before the trip, we were already making plans to hang out, play around, and talk. Somehow the subject of her nudes came up. As a joke, the three of us started sending pictures to each other. My wife and I loved it. The tension was exciting, playful. By the time the trip came, we were already curious and ready for whatever might happen.

The day we arrived, she was dressed up, laughing, and we were all drinking. The energy felt different—lighter, flirtier. As a joke, the girls started giving each other little kisses. It didn’t feel innocent anymore.

Later, we went to her friends house she still lives with his mom. We put on a movie and sat close together. At some point, I realized each of them was sitting on either side of me. The movie didn’t matter anymore. We started kissing. Slowly at first, then deeper. My hands moved over both their bodies, I had my hand inside their pants and panties squezzing their ases. My wife started touching me too. We were just seconds away from taking off our clothes when her mom suddenly came home.

Everything stopped. We pulled away, fixed ourselves, and acted normal. The moment was gone.

We haven’t seen her since. She acts like nothing happened, but she’s told us she remembers and that she liked it—she just says she had been drinking. Still, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that night.