4 The Hot Tub

The night was balmy. The near full moon and litany of stars illuminated the sky though. I sat next to my wife. Me in trunks, her in a one piece. She snuggled into my right arm that was draped over her shoulders. My left hand clutched an ice cold mixed drink.

Our view consisted of the night sky, dimly lit backyards, and two smoking hot women sitting next to each other. Two bikini tops barely covering four massive tits.

I fully expected to have hot sex with my wife, in our bed, just the two of us.

I happened to catch my wife admiring one of neighbors breasts. Full disclosure, I was enjoying them as well. Apparently, the two of us weren't the only ones.

"You like those?" Sam asked.

My wife and I exchanged embarrassed glances.

"Uhh..." I managed to eek out before my wife interrupted.

"Yes, we do!"

Ok! I thought! Every guys fantasy. My wife wants to get freaky with a lesbian couple.

"If you guys are down," Belle responded, "Let's do this."

I took into account the feeling in my pants, and more importantly the look in my wife's eyes, and all of our attention turned towards Belle's chest.

Sam began passionately making out with Belle. My wife pressed her face into Belle's tits as she reached around to undo her top. My wife's eyes locked into mine as Belle's top slowly slipped off of her breasts. I felt a powerful grip suddenly take ahold of my cock. In all the melee, I wasn't sure whose hand it was. I didn't care though.

After a few minutes, I eventually figured out the situation. My wife, Belle, and Sam were making out. My wife had a handful of our friends tits, and Sam was stroking my dick.

"Let's go inside," Sam suggested.