So, after about 2 months of fucking constantly with my husband and our best friend, Riley, we all decided it would be best if we stopped. After about a week, Riley came over to hang out with us and smoke a few bowls. We were all being on our best behavior, I made sure not to wear anything revealing and I made sure we didn’t talk about anything sexual. It felt like our old nights together. After our second or third bowl, I began feeling this tension in the air. I couldn’t tell if I was making it up or if they felt it too. To clear my head, I went upstairs. While I was up there I noticed my pajama set that had a low cut tank top and an incredibly soft pair of short shorts. After fighting myself, I put it on.
When I got downstairs, I casually strolled to the couch and sat down. “What are you doing?” My husband asked.
“Nothing,” I shrugged innocently.
Riley was smirking, “You are to doing something,” he looked over at my husband and my husband nodded, “stand up again.”