“I can’t believe I got it!” This repeats in your head. Because you’d been passed up so many times, you’d kind of gotten used to it and had actually put it out of your mind as soon as you walked out of the interview. “It never hurts to try.” Your lovely wife, ever the optimist, kept encouraging you, even on the discouraging days. You can’t wait to get home and tell her. Running by the florist on the way home, you feel silly buying her flowers to announce your promotion but you’re a man who knows who his support system is. You’ve been madly in love with this woman for years, even before, when you were just two people in a circle of friends.
You got home and found her in the kitchen dancing around to the radio and cooking your favorite meal. Another man would believe someone already told her but you knew it was just any other day. She’s that amazing. You walk up behind her and wrap your arm around her waist from behind and kiss her behind the ear, presenting the flowers with your other hand. She leans into your chest, nose breathing deeply the smell of the purple flowers you got her. “I got the promotion,” you whisper into her ear. She spins around and leaps at you, nearly knocking you down. She’s smothering you with kisses, then loosens your tie and pulls it off. She begins unbuttoning your dress shirt, kissing the skin as it appears but heavy footsteps bounding down the stairs bring it all to a screeching halt. “Ewwww gross!” Your kids, who see you affectionate all the time, still have to be teenagers with stupidly embarrassing parents. “Blocked by our lovely kids again,” she says, mocking their eye rolls and looks of disgust.
You eat dinner and decide to celebrate later. While eating, your wife said that your work bestie, Cherlynn called to see if we all wanted to go out tomorrow night. “She didn’t tell you did she?” She didn’t but she must have something planned for the celebration. You didn’t get to see her after you found out the good news but she did text you a quick congratulatory message. “She’s coming over about 10 in the morning and we’re gonna go shopping.” Now it’s time for your eye roll. These two women you love to death in completely different ways drive you absolutely insane when you chauffeur them around town on their shopping trips. “No boys allowed,” your wife announces to your relief. Your teenage daughters look excited. They love going out with “Auntie Cher” because she always takes them to these fancy stores and get them a new article of clothing that’s “to die for.” “No teens either so find a friend to stay with for the night,” she tells them, answered with a chorus of excitement and out comes the phones. Normally you’d both object but instead use the time to send each other flirty looks. You all finish dinner and everyone wants to watch the next show in the Netflix series you’re all addicted to and, before the end, your wife with her head in your lap, is lightly snoring. There goes your reward for the night. You’re not disappointed though because you’re looking forward to whatever tomorrow holds and, as she sleeps peacefully cuddled up to your side, you pleasure yourself to the dirty impossibilities running through your head.
The next morning you wake up to your wife’s mouth, licking that spot that almost tickles but you love it anyway. She’s soooooo good at that. After all these years, she’s got it down to an art form and, if she’s pressed, she can still get you off in record time. You wind her hair around your fingers as you are gently guiding her head, showing her the speed you wish. Before long, your body tightens up. She takes you in her mouth deeply as you explode in her mouth. She swallows, licks you clean, and comes back out from under the covers, leaving a trail of kisses up your torso. You hand still on the back of her neck, you pull her so you can kiss her forehead and wrap your snuggly arms around her. “And good morning to you!” She giggles and apologizes for falling asleep on you and tells you how proud she is of you for not giving up even when things got really dark for a while. Without her, you know you’d never have come out of that. You know you’re the luckiest man alive. “Well, enough of this lovey dovey stuff,” she teases. “I’ve got to go shopping with your bestie.”
You know in another life you would have ended up with a Cherlynn but, as much as you love her unconditionally, your wife was your missing puzzle piece. You’re so lucky that they get along. Many at work judge you and Cherlynn on your friendship and admonish you for sharing so much with each other when you have such a lovely wife at home. You just laugh and let them think what they want. There are no secrets between you and your wife, nor you and Cherlynn. You busy yourself on some outdoor projects you’ve been working on and before long it’s mid afternoon. You receive a text from your wife to meet them at a restaurant you’ve never heard of before at 5. “Dinner at 5? When did we get to be old people? C must be losing her edge.” She leaves you on read when she usually banters back and forth. You figure it’s about time to go inside anyway and get showered.
Five o’clock rolls around and you are running a few minutes late because parking is insane this time of the day. You send your wife a message but it gets left on read as well. That’s really weird for her. She always replies. Finally you’re walking and feeling a little irritated about the parking and, to be honest, about her not responding. You walk in and see the hostess, who seats you at an empty table. You’re getting kind of worried right now and keep looking down at your phone for a reply but nothing. The waiter comes and brings you your favorite beer in an ice cold mug. “Your wife took the liberty of ordering for you.” You begin to ask him if he’s seen her or Cherlynn but he disappears into thin air. A few minutes later he comes back with a plate for you, a ribeye and potato, cooked perfectly. You laugh but are still confused why you’re eating alone. You’re starving after working outside all day so you dig in. Your phone finally vibrates and you grab it excitedly. It’s just a full length picture of your two favorite women, hair and nails done. Your wife is wearing makeup, which hasn’t happened since… well you don’t remember when, she doesn’t need it a bit. They’re both wearing lingerie and you can’t help but to physically respond. You’ve seen them both naked. There’s absolutely no jealousy between them, but this is somehow way sexier than that time when everyone was naked in a hot tub on spring break way back in college. You never slept with Cherlynn but you’ve definitely had some fantasies. She’s an exotic kind of beauty, with her caramel skin, dark eyes, and long black hair. A stark contrast to your brunette wife, who’s skin is only tanned in the summer, with large chocolate eyes and that “girl next door” innocent look.
You are about to text back to ask where they are when the lights go down. You look up to see one of the walls right in front of you open up to reveal a raised platform with a wide curtain, a hidden stage. You’re curious why the girls are missing the show because the theater is their thing, and absolutely not yours. The announcer comes out and welcomes everyone to the talent show, an unusual display of abilities that may even shock the performers themselves. You are kind of annoyed. They know you hate these things but the word “unusual” catches your attention. The first performer is a stripper, well she’s trying to. She’s obviously had plenty of liquid courage but not enough talent to make up for her nervousness. She’s cute, in an awkward way, and it’s obvious she’s never done this before but you appreciate the effort and looking at her body. The next few acts are not your thing, a little bdsm, a dd/lg type of couple. Then they take an intermission.
Cherylnn texts asking if you are enjoying the show. And you just send her a wink. The lights go back down and you see poles have been installed. The two women in the pic you received earlier come out on stage. Your wife looks right at you with a nervous smile. You’re close enough for her to see your raised eyebrows. But then the music begins. It’s a sexy song you remember dancing to when you first begin dating. They grab their poles and do a couple of spins and your mouth drops open when they pull out some advanced moves. You’ve noticed your wife was more muscular recently. She joined a gym recently and had been going to classes with Cherylnn. You assumed they were aerobics or yoga. Maybe you were wrong. They spin off their poles into each other, shifting into a tango kind of step. Cherylnn dips your wife, kissing the exposed skin between her breasts. She comes up and they have one hand behind the other’s head and the other hands are clasped together, staring into each other’s eyes. Their dance is hypnotizing. They finish with a deep, passionate kiss, so shocking that you forget to clap, or even close your mouth. They take their bow to applause and whistles, easily the favorite so far and then come down to your table and sit beside each other, your wife beside you and your Cherlynn across the table. You’re speechless. “Surprise! We’ve been working on that so hard the past couple of months for you and it just fell perfectly in line for your celebration.” Your wife, who you know better than you know yourself has just completely shocked you. And you’re speechless. She steals your spoon to get a bite of your chocolate lava cake that you didn’t even notice was served and feeds it to Cherlynn who licks the spoon clean and moans appreciatively. “Y’all ready to head home,” your wife asks you both. You can’t wait to get her home and devour her but she tells you your bestie is spending the night. You groan jokingly at Cherlynn and call her a cock blocker. Grabbing their coats, the only barrier hiding the sexy lingerie underneath, you head home, wife’s hand on your leg, teasing you the whole way.
A bottle of wine has been left chilling and you offer to bring them back a glass. You grab a beer, give their glasses a heavy pour, and head back to the living room. You walk in and you nearly drop everything, including your jaw. Your wife is sitting in Cherlynn’s lap facing her and they are making out. Cherlynn’s hands are reaching round your wife, cupping her rear, pulling her closer. Your wife unfastens her top, and her beautiful breasts spill out right into your friend’s face, who takes a nipple between her lips and sucks gently. Your wife’s breathing becomes shaky, giving into a moan. She tilts Cherlynn’s chin upwards and gives her a deep kiss.
You, who’s been standing there mesmerized, finally gather your wits and clear your throat, grinning. The ladies turn their heads towards you, but Cherlynn’s hand moves up to caress your wife’s nipples. “Need a drink?” The ladies disentangle themselves sitting beside each other, your wife not bothering to cover up. Your wife is in the middle when you sit down on the couch with them. You all drain your drinks fairly quickly in the surprisingly relaxed silence. Cherlynn offers to get the next round and hops up to head for the kitchen. Your wife straddles you, unbuttoning your shirt, this time without interruption. You shrug out of it and she’s lightly running her nails across your bare chest. You turn and lay her back on the couch, dying to be inside of her. You stand up just long enough to remove your remaining clothing and reach to pull off her panties slowly, drawing out the anticipation. She’s completely soaked and you don’t hesitate to bury your length inside. You’re both so hungry for each other that you don’t hear Cherylnn as she made her way upstairs to the guest bedroom, where she lay naked, rubbing herself to the sounds of you two downstairs. You climax together and collapse on each other, sweaty, and disheveled. You look at her, hair all over the place, makeup smeared, and wonder how you were lucky enough to have the most beautiful, amazing woman in the world.
Once you catch your breaths, you and your wife make your way upstairs to your room, hearing the soft sounds coming from the open guest room to watch Cherylnn finish as well. You give her a grin, mouth “thank you” to her and follow your beautiful bride as she makes her way into your bedroom where you both fall asleep, you holding on to her tightly.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fefrx0/ff_mf_romance_exhibition_husbandwife_bestie_the
Absolutely perfect.
A wonderful story, it came out really well!