Amicable

“Great that you’re here.” Shirley flashed her bright smile at my wife and embraced her. I watched them closely. Was it more than the usual, hug between two female friends? Weren’t there boobs a little too close together?
“Hey Nathan.” George clasped me on my back as he always did. As if nothing had happened. As if he never had his cock in my wife’s mounth and cunt and God knows where else.
I breathed deeply and tried to smile.
“What about some coffee and cake on the terrace?” Shirley asked.
“That sounds great, I’m quite hungry,” my wife agreed.
Hungry for what? I thought. I felt jealousy. At the same time I felt arousal rising. I remembered how I had fucked my horny wife this morning. I knew all too well how wet she could get. The thought of Shirley and George knowing this too was more than a little odd. Besides, in my fantasy I had shagged Shirley nicely, but it was just fantasy. Now it was my wife, who had made real, what I only dared to fantasise of.
We consummated delicious carrot cake with some coffee and a lot of small talk. After we finished Sam and Shirley went inside to clean the dishes. I found that a little strange. Normally my wife would not join in such typical housewife activities that easily. I continued chatting with George for a little longer, before I excused myself in order to go to the toilette. I walked across the living room and stopped beside the kitchen door, where I could hear Sam and Shirley.
“It was hot,” I heard my wife saying. “I think it was a little too much for him to handle at first, but luckily his hard member must have told him what to do. And when I asked him to fuck me harder it was so…”
Shirley laughed. “It turned you on, right?”
“Exactly.”
“As I told you. Being loud is good for you, too.”
Samantha talked about our sex life with Shirley? She was receiving advice from Shirley? So my wife’s increased appetite for sex was really no coincident.
“I have to admit I feel a little hot,” Sam confessed to Shirley. She laughed a little nervous. It becomes harder to be together with you, George and my husband.
“I can imagine very well what becomes hard, when George learns how well Nathan has pounded you.”
Oh geez, I always thought Shirley was a physical woman, but she’s a slut.
“I think I will tell Nate what is going on, before we have the next threesome,” I heard Sam saying. “I seriously feel like cheating on him. This one threesome last Friday can pass off as exercise, but now he should get involved.”
“And do you think he will play along? I mean…”
“I think so,” Sam answered her. “After all he’s a man with a healthy appetite. I’m not sure, what he will say, when he learns that George and I have done it already, but he will have no problems with you, I think. Plus, I think the perspective to fuck you will help him over doubts and jealousy.”
Shirley laughed throatily. “I hope so, I would like to have him.”
“I would like to watch,” I heard my wife saying, her voice one octave deeper than usually.
A familiar tickle arose between my loins. I tried to breath normal. I felt light-headed. I rested against the wall.

“Nate?” Suddenly Sam and Shirley stood in front of me, carrying two bottles of beer.
“Sam… Shirley..” I murmured.
“Have you overheard our conversation?” Shirley asked with a look at the rigid pole under the thin fabric of my trousers. I just nodded.
Shirley exchanged glanced with Sam. “What shall we do now?”
Sam bit her lower lip and grinned, looking at my lap, too. “What do you suggest, darling?” she asked me. I gulped.
“He can think, while I pay attention to his toy,” Shirley said and grabbed for my erection. “I had not expected it to be so big.” With these words she opened my fly and let out my stiff dick. Then she bent down and busied her lips and mouth. I thought my dick would explode any minute. This was surely the hottest oral action I ever received. And my wife watching us and grinning suggestively only added to the pleasure. Then she stepped behind Shirley and started to rub her pussy through the fabric of her shorts. Shirley groaned, my dick still in her mouth. I started to fuck her actively. As Shirley’s moan increased I couldn’t stand it any more. I just managed to pull away from her mouth, but shot my load on her cleavage.
“Sorry,” I murmured.
Shirley grinned. “You can't make an omelette without breaking eggs.”
Shirleys, still with my cum on her breasts, went to bring the kitchen roll. She handed my some sheets, before she gave the role to Sam. “Would you be so kind?”
Sam started cleaning her. I watched them, while I stuffed my manhood back into the trousers. Sam seemed to take delight in cleaning and massaging Shirley’s boobs.
“I’m really hungry for more,” Shirley said in a low voice.
“Me too,” my wife replied and glanced at me.
“It might be fun to spare our appetite a bit,” Shirley suggested. Both women grinned.
The three of us grinned at each other.
We went on the terrace. “Sorry George,” Shirley said apologetic to her husband. “took a little longer, hope the beer is still chilled enough.”