A Friend for dessert

This is a true story that happened about 6 years ago. A little long but it was very erotic.

“I invited Cathy over for dinner and a soak in the hot tub tonight” announced my wife, Tracey, out of the blue. Cathy had been divorced for about two years and had met Tracey and me a couple of months previously at a school function.

“OK” , I said and added facetiously “but does she know we don’t wear clothes in the hot tub?” When Tracey replied “Oh, I don’t think that will worry her”, I was surprised and my interest was really sparked because all I remembered about Cathy was that she was petite and gorgeous and somewhat demure.

Dinner that night was a lot of fun with much wine consumed by all three of us and some nervousness on my part because I had no idea how Cathy would react when the time came to use the tub. Would she be happy to strip or would we all have to wear swimsuits (that would be a disappointment!) The conversation during dinner started mundanely but gradually became more personal as Cathy talked about her ex-husband and that the two brief and sexual encounters she had had since – the latest with a black man, whom she described as “huge where it counted”. You can imagine how that made me feel knowing I would probably soon be exposing my own fairly average equipment.

The big moment came after dinner when Tracey suggested we take our glasses and adjourn to the tub. I, in light of the recent conversation, stripped off and jumped as quickly as I could into the tub. Tracey was next and she showed no embarrassment as she stripped and stepped slowly into the tub, giving me an eyeful, as she always did, of her cunt, knowing that it turned me on. Cathy then modestly turned her back while she stripped and slid quickly into the tub on the other side of me, but not so quickly that I didn’t get a good look.

Now I was getting excited! Tracey is tall and willowy with smallish pert breasts and a light dusting of blonde pubic hair over a very pronounced pubic mound while Cathy is short and petite with a narrow waist accentuating large breasts and a small patch of dense black pubic hair. I had to say something to break the tension so I blurted out “Wow, your breasts certainly don’t show that you’ve had two kids Cathy.” (smooth right?) but with that, Cathy raised her breasts out of the water, stroked them with her hands and said “thanks Mike, they are nice aren’t they?” I was stunned and Tracey, laughing, said “Oh, put your tits away Cathy and stop trying to seduce my husband”.

Now I was silent, my hopes dashed but with two beautiful naked women on either side, how was I going to carry on a social conversation. My heart was racing and my throat had dried up already. What came next really threw me because while sex between Tracey and me had always been good, it was fairly conventional.

Tracey asked Cathy “So what was it like fucking a black man?”

“Well, he had great equipment and the actual fucking was great” replied Cathy “but he relied totally on his size and wasn’t very good in other departments, you know, like eating cunt.” I could not believe that my wife and this seemingly shy woman were using words normally only used by men.