[m/f/f] Friends-giving fail turns into a great night!

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Back in September I had to go to Vegas for a conference. My wife, Amy, and one of our closest friends, Carrie, flew out to spend the weekend after the conference with me. Carrie was dealing with the end of a relationship, and, very long story short, her and my wife got all kinds of freaky with each other while I watched (and eventually fucked my wife). My wife kind of orchestrated the whole thing, she's awesome that way.

Well, since that weekend, a fair amount has happened. Carrie stayed with us until she started a new lease in November. She was clearly working through some stuff. I travel a lot for work, and wasn't home much until recently. Admitting I wanted to fuck Carrie kind of came back to haunt me though, because my wife insisted on keeping me up to date on all the sex-related events happening. She and Carrie didn't anything together, sexually, but they did go shopping a fair amount, and my wife told me that Carrie has been buying all kinds of sexy stuff, skirts, tops, new underwear, etc… Apparently Carrie was hooking up a few times a week, and had started using Tinder with regularity. Amy actually recorded one of Carrie's sessions and made sure to play it for me on one of our FaceTimes. Weirdest boner I've had in a while.

This past weekend we hosted a "Friends-giving" which is something we do every year. Being DINKs with no family that near bye, we usually don't have anywhere to go on Thanksgiving, so I usually make a big dinner and invite all the other orphans over. This year was odd though, as only us, Carrie and one other couple were in town. We had dinner, and the other couple left not long afterwards. Amy had just opened another bottle of wine, so her and Carrie started drinking it while I cleaned up from the meal. I wasn't keeping close track of it Thursday, but Friday morning I think I counted at least 4 empty bottles of wine, and I had been drinking bourbon (Pappy 15 year, thank you very much), not wine and the other couple don't drink.

As I was finishing loading the dishwasher, I heard whispering and giggling coming out of the living room. I assumed it was some kind of girl talk, but I didn't pay much attention. I had 10 more minutes of cleaning to do, and I'd pour another bourbon and join the ladies. This next part sounds stupid, I know. I was not really paying attention because I was more focused on wiping down the counters and finishing cleaning the sink as Carrie walked in. She was wearing a red and black flannel shirt, jeans and some knee-high boots. As I kept cleaning, she started thanking me for cooking, and at the same time, unzipping her boots. It didn't really register, and she wasn't dressed in a way that would really make me take notice.

So, now I'm facing the sink, making small talk, dumping stuff into the not turned on garbage disposal. I kind of interrupt the discussion and say, "sorry, gonna be loud for a second" as I reach to flip on the disposal. I run the disposal and water for a bit, and as I turn it off, I hear another zipper, but again, I'm focused on the task at hand. As I finish the sink and turn off the water, I feel a body press against me from behind and hands wrap around me. I'm not super sober, and it takes a moment to realize that A) Amy wasn't in the room B) Whatever nipples and mound are pressing into me are too high to be Amy, and C) Amy's nails aren't ever painted black. Before I spin around, I hear Carrie say, "Amy told me you wished you could have fucked me in Vegas."

I spin around, and Carrie is directly in front of me. Her jeans and boots are in a heap by the counter she was leaning against. I process what's happening. Her flannel shirt is unbuttoned and hanging open, showing a lace bra (bralette, maybe?), black thong and some knee high socks.

"Carrie, whoa, umm, well, yeah, but I'm not about to cheat!"

"Heh, this was Amy's idea, she's upstairs already." Carrie leans in and starts kissing my cheek and neck. I feel her hand press against my jeans and start to rub against my hardening cock. She turns and heads upstairs and I follow. She goes into the bathroom and closes the door behind her, and I head into the bedroom, where I see Amy sitting on our small sofa (which the dog usually claims). She had been wearing a full-length t-shirt dress and leggings all day, but now the dress was hiked up and she was pushing her favorite vibrator, a Lelo Mona, in and out of her pussy. She sees me and smiles, and tells me to get naked and sit on the bed. I don't have to be told twice and I undress, walk over and give her a kiss, which she struggles to focus enough to return, and sit down on the bed. I struggle to not grab my cock, which took a lot of effort with my wife getting her self off not but 5 feet away from me (I love watching her masturbate, but that's a whole nother thing).

Carrie has a pretty dry sense off humor, something I've always enjoyed about her. She walks in to the room, wearing her underwear and socks. She has different hardware in her nipples, rings this time, and apparently she's added a dermal implant in the middle of each off her stars. She kneels down in front of me, and without really saying anything, grabs my cock with her right hand and bends down and takes half of my length into her mouth.

I suppose now is a good time to talk about about my manhood. I'm not huge, 6" in length tops. I'm cut, I'm also a grower, not a shower. The only, we'll say, unique aspect about my junk is that I've got a lot of girth. My wife can't actually touch her middle finger to her thumb when she grabs me, there's at least 2" of distance remains. I'd guess I'm at least 2" in diameter, but I've never gotten out the measuring tape. When my wife and I fuck, she has to start slowly, and stretch herself out (or I use my fingers or a vibe on her first), even after all these years together. Blowjobs are infrequent because she basically has to keep her mouth totally open to do it. Carrie didn't seem to notice when she got started, but I could tell immediately it was a very tight fit. My wife has very full lips, whereas Carries are bit thinner, the effect of her stretching her lips as much as she did, meant there were some teeth grazing the top of my shaft.

So, there I am, getting a blow job from one of my oldest, super hot friends while my wife is jilling herself off. It was all fantastic, it not a bit strange. I never had a crush on her or anything, but I was definitely aware of how attractive she'd always been, and how downright how she'd become. If she was as confident and self possessed 10 years ago as she was now, I definitely would have tried to get with her. Even now, as I write this, I'm having a hell of a time not pulling up the pictures I have of her and my wife in bikinis in St. John and rubbing one out…but I digress.

I should have been in heaven, but the whole teeth thing was getting to me. I had to stop Carrie, which I honestly think relieved her, but before either of us could say anything, Amy commands, "Carrie, ride him!" I look at Amy a bit incredulously, and she says again, "Get on top of him, trust me, it's the best!" I just roll with it and shimmy up the bed. Carrie gets on the bed, and stands up, straddling me. She's smiling , and I'm looking up at her, drinking in her figure. She really did have a great body. I could see the well defined outline of her abs, and flat tummy. She had that slight "cut" just above the hips that you see on really fit women. Her tits tattoos looked really good, too. She looped her thumbs through her waistband, spun around, and started pulling her thong down, bending at the waist in the process showing off her, honestly, flawless ass. It's really incredible, something I could tell she was proud of, and should be. She works out at least 5 days a week in addition to roller derby practice. Her thighs were strong and I could see her hamstrings and the muscles, flexing as she leaned over.

The other effect of her bending was that her ass cheeks spread open a bit, and I got another clear view of her obviously flushed pussy, now shaved completely bare and framed nicely by her thigh gap. I could also see her asshole quite clearly. I'm not a big anal guy (see girth issue), but I have to admit, if she offered, I definitely would have tried. Side note, she told us multiple times about how her ex-BF was a huge anal guy and that she probably had anal at least 6 times a month, at least early on. She didn't mind it, but she much preferred vaginal.

Thing off, she spun around and positioned herself over me. Kneeling down, she straddles my stomach, and I can feel the warmth radiating from her sex against my stomach. She reached back, and grabs my cock, and slide her hips down, lining herself up, while raising herself up on her knees. She's now directly above my shaft, and before I realize it, she's let her entire weight down, impaling herself on my cock in one motion.

She was super tight. So while I'm enjoying the initial rush of pleasure of entering a woman, and I also hear her yell "Fuuuuuck!", and not in a good way. "Shit shit shit shit" follows, and eventually she seems to relax a bit. "Amy, fuck, why didn't you warn me?"

She sat there, motionless, for a few minutes, and then started to gently roll her hips. She was leaning backward, bracing herself on either side with her hands. She started slowly, but fairly quickly picked up speed. I lifted my hips up, wanting to drive myself further into her. That elicited a bit of a gasp, and she rapidly shifted her body forward. Now I got to enjoy her tits up close and they hung over me. I kept my hips up as high as I could while she road and ground her pubic bone against me.

I didn't ask, but my Wife has a way where she's able to lean forward and put lots of pressure on her clit while she rides me, and I think Carrie was doing the same. After a few minutes, she seized up, and I could feel her pussy spasm around my cock. She stopped breathing as the orgasm washed over her. I felt her pussy contract multiple times. I wasn't expecting her to climax so quick, so I hadn't been trying to get myself to cum either. When my wife orgasms, she has a big primary orgasm, followed by a series of "aftershocks". When she cums, she's usually done. To my surprise, Carrie paused, and kind of collapsed on my chest. She was panting and I could feel her heartbeat against my chest and her nipples press into my skin. Her hair has fallen all over my face. It smelled so totally different than Amy's, but still nice.

As I was about to comment about how quickly she came, she pushed herself back up, lied back, and started riding again, but even faster this time. In just a few minutes, I was ready to cum. I blurted out, "I'm close" and she slammed herself forward, so she was again arched over me, dangling her breasts directly in my line of sight. I grabbed her hips and started working her back and forth, pounding myself into her as hard I could in that position. I felt my orgasm start, and without really meaning to, I bucked my hips up really hard as I started to cum. I felt myself cum into her, maybe three or four times. Just as my cock was about to go from "this feels amazing" to "OMFG GET IT OFF GET IT OFF" she again seized up and I felt her pussy spasm as an orgasm ripped through her for the second time.

Once her orgasm died down, she just rolled off me, causing a loud "schlooock" sound as my cock pulled out of her. She just sat there panting for a bit. I laid on the bed cooling off, and after a few minutes I felt Amy crawl in with me. She kissed me a few times, and whispered "You're welcome. You better hope she was on birth control." into my ear. I chuckled and she kissed me a again.

Carrie got up and went to the bathroom. As she left the room, Amy shifted down the bed, and then I felt her tongue on my cock. She is a bit of a cumslut (loves facials), and she spent some time licking my cock clean, as she often does after we fuck. Amy finished and crawled back up to me for some cuddling.

Carrie came out of the bathroom wearing her thong and bra. She sat at the foot of the bed, put on her socks and shirt, walked over to me, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and gave Amy a kiss on the lips. She went downstairs and finished getting dress, yelled "Happy Thanksgiving" at some point and let herself out. Amy and I fell asleep shortly afterward.

In the morning, I woke Amy up by going down on her for a while. Sadly, even though it was Black Friday, she had to work, so we couldn't do anything beyond that (I had off). She sent me some nice pictures throughout the day, and we had a very good time of our own when she got home.

Oh, and remember Amy's comment on birth control? Yeah, turns out Carrie can't use hormonal because it messes her up to the point she can barely function, and the IUDs are really expensive. That said, she told Amy her period should start today or tomorrow, so now we get to wait and see what happens there, but we're all adults, and Carrie is pretty serious about not having kids. Yeah, not the best ending, but it was still a really fun weekend.

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