My Husband Shared Me With His Best Friend (Friends POV)
The Erfurt Airport stretch of highway buzzed with the hum of cars, as my buddy Steve and I cruised along in his Atlanta Falcons-blue pick-up, nearing the exit for his house. We’d just flown back into town after a weekend of bachelor fun in Vegas – strippers, gambling, the works. I should’ve been pooped, but the adrenaline was still pumping hard through my veins. I turned to Steve with a smirk. “Damn, those girls in Sin City were smoking hot. You hit the jackpot last night!”
Steve chuckled, glancing over at me as he slowed to take the exit. “Nah, dude, you know there’s only one girl, one body I crave more than anything.” He winked suggestively. “Speaking of which, babe,” he called out, “we’re home!”
I watched with amusement as a voluptuous, curvy blonde came bustling out the front door. Steve’s wife Amanda was a gorgeous piece of ass – perky tits, juicy booty, angelic face. The moment she stepped outside in a tight sundress that highlighted all her sexy curves, my cock twitched in arousal.
“Steve!” Amanda squealed excitedly, running up to greet him. Her large breasts bounced as she leapt into his arms, locking her legs around his waist. They started making out like horny teenagers right there in the driveway, tongues dueling desperately, hands groping and squeezing.
I whistled lowly and hopped out of the truck to grab our bags, feeling a perverse thrill watching my buddy fondle his beautiful wife. Five years of friendship and a mutual love of tits meant no topic, no relationship was off limits between us. We’d talked more than once about swapping wives for an epic orgy – handcuff ourselves, blindfold our girls and just go for it a la Caligula.
“Mmm taste good babe?” I asked Steve, waggling my eyebrows as I shouldered his carry-on. “Wanna do a taste test of the goods he’s been sampling, Amanda? He raves your little snatch is the tightest, sweetest pussy in Georgia.”
Amanda glanced up from making out with her husband, a sultry look in her striking blue eyes. “Mmmm I thought you boys had champagne and you-know-what on tap in Vegas 24/7? What, not enough tit and ass for you out there?” The blonde sassily stroked a fingernail down her cleavage, teasing.
“C’mon babe, don’t be a cock tease,” I winked, circling around behind her. “Just a little sample, a taste of the prime beef Steve has been feasting on back home, makes sense right?” I reached around from behind and slid both my large hands up under her dress, easily spanned her generous, upturned asscheeks. The girl was seriously stacked.
“Eeeep wake up!” Steve’s alarm blared, and I sat straight up in bed, heart pounding. I’d been having an X-rated dream about Steve and Amanda! Un-fucking-believable. I threw off the covers and stumbled groggily to the bathroom, cursing my hyperactive, sex-crazed imagination.
You’d think a 30-year old more travelled and cultured than most would outgrow getting boners over buddy’s wife, but apparently not. Especially with Ned’s provocative comments from last night still echoing in my ears.
“With a dick as big as yours,” Ned had joked slyly, “I bet you get off on thinking about spreading my wife’s pretty legs too. Gives new meaning to bro love, eh buddy?” We’d laughed it off, but a part of me wondered deep down if he felt the same lustful temptations. Warm up to the idea of swapping spouses for a wild night of passion…
I splashed cool water on my face and headed back out to face Steve and Amanda. Ned’s bold, edgy vibe was contagious. Fuck it, maybe I’d be brave enough to could throw out some suggestive flirting myself sometime and see if my buddy was game to finally play out that teenage body swapping fantasy. All presumably consenting adults and zero consequences? It’d be the ultimate bro bonding experience. I smirked to myself as I joined my friends at the breakfast table, the possibilities already running wild in my head.
