Hump Day – How an Average Wednesday Turned into a Foursome [Group]

I’d [F] just finished getting my hair done and I called my husband to see what the plan was for dinner. He let me know that he was over at our friend’s, Asha and Joe’s house, enjoying some beers in the backyard. I told him I’d meet him there. I had no idea that this decision was going to turn into one of the best (and sexiest) Wednesdays of my life.

A few hours later, we’re all pretty buzzed and enjoying dancing to some great music. We’ve played around with each other a little before and you could feel the sexual tension in the air. It was only a matter of time before someone made the first move.

As we’re dancing, my friend Asha turns to me and says, “You see this?” as she grabs her husband Joe’s cock. “This is for you. He’s getting hard watching your ass.”

I laugh as I keep dancing. My husband Ethan has always loved my big, round ass. I’m pretty small – 5’2” 115lbs – and my ass has always been Ethan’s favourite part of my body. It’s pretty big compared to the rest of me.

Oktoberfest Party Gone Wild…An unplanned threesome with my friend and her husband [FFM]

The following story took place last month after a local Oktoberfest party. I changed the names (obviously) but everything else is to best of my hazy memory….

“You look so hot right now. I want to kiss you.” She said licking her lips and giving me a drunken, sensual stare.

I was taken aback. We’d played around in the bedroom before but it had been a long time since anything had happened and I felt like this was coming out of the blue. Not that it was unwelcome attention. Just unexpected.

“I’d like that.” I said. Giving her a flirty smile.

“Meet me in our bedroom in a little while.” She said.

“Okay.” I replied.

Part of me was excited. Part of me was unsure. And the other third of me was so fucking wet I could barely contain my excitement.

I need to call Ethan, I thought.

Ethan was my husband. And he was at home with the kids while I was at an Oktoberfest “after-party”.

We’d all been at the local community hall with some friends drinking beer in our lederhosen and dirndls for the last few hours. Ethan had gone home to relieve the babysitter, telling me, “Stay. You never get to go out. You stay and have fun. I’ll go home.”