My wife and her friend part 2

Chapter 2: Saturday morning

As I slowly awoke and opened my eyes, the morning sun shone through the windows, illuminating the room in a golden glow. As I remember the night before I can’t help but shudder a bit and smile. Both Kate and Sam are cuddled to either side of me as I held them. I took a moment to just gaze towards the window and feel the morning breeze across my nude body. My morning wood stood stiffly unashamed. As I looked around the room, the girls stirred just enough so I could free my arms from underneath their naked bodies. I sat upwards and checked the time – 7:30. That’s sleeping in for me, so I felt very rejuvenated. I leaned to either side and kissed both the girl’s cheeks. They smiled coyly in their sleepy haze. As I rose, I walked towards bathroom to use before entering the room again. Both girls have moved closer to eachother and are entangled in a sleepy cuddle. The sight of the two nude beauties knotted together caused me to stare for a few moments. Their arms and legs draped over eachother and faces almost touching. Cute subtle smiles adorned their faces. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Starting a pot of coffee. I opened the fridge to look for what we had to make a breakfast. The cool misty air chilled my nude form. I gathered up some bacon, eggs and hasbrowns. I went and grabbed a shirt and a pair of boxer shorts from the laundry room. Most people know bare and bacon don’t mix well. I then proceeded to cook a nice breakfast. I loved to cook so I took my time to make a nice meal for the girls. About twenty minutes passed and as the last few pieces of toast popped out of toaster. I buttered them and organized all the food onto the table. Standing back, feeling accomplished. I walked back up to the bedroom to wake the girls. As I entered the room the girls looked to be even closer together then when I left. I approched the bed. Kneeling one knee on the bed, I reached towards Kate, who was closest to me, with her back facing me. I reached out and caressed her smooth side and coaxed them awake.

“Good morning lovelys.” I spoke softly. They both slowly loosened their grip on eachother and cracked open their eyes. The morning light caused the room to be bright. They looked at eachother and towards me as they stretched.

“Mmm, morning.” they said relaxed, yet cheerful, in unison. They both smiled, probably recalling the night before aswell. I leaned in and kissed my wife. As I leaned back Kate spoke up,

“Nothing for her?” Tilting her head towards her friend.

“Oh of course” I responded sarcastically and pecked Sam on her cheek.

“That’s it? You can do better then that” Kate said abruptly.

“-What?” I responded without hesitation.

Kate then looked at Sam’s face and without words they seemed to exchange knowing glances.

“Well after last night I think she deserves more.” Kate said as she looked back towards me.

I was shocked. I know last night our ‘friendship’ was brought to a new level, but did my wife just ask/tell me to kiss her best friend on her lips? I must have thought for way too long because Kate spoke up again,

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

Without having a response I looked towards Sam’s face. She smiled and winked and closed her eyes and puckered slightly and leaned towards me. I then responded naturally and arched forward and kissed her. It was more then a peck but not a full out make out session. The kiss lasted only a few seconds but my mind raced as I leaned over my wife, knowing she was watching, as I pressed my lips firmly on Sam’s. To break the slight awkward excitement I ended the kiss with an audible ‘mwah’ and I broke the kiss with a wet ‘pop’. I straightened up my sitting position and Sam rocked forward a bit and breathed in a deep breath, with her eyes still closed. She slowly opened them and beamed down towards Kate blushing and smiling. Both girls giggled quietly.

“Well… Breakfast is ready.” I broke the silence.

“I thought something smelled good!” Sam responded.

“We’ll be down in a few.” Kate added. I took that as my sign to leave. I acknowledged it and went back down to the kitchen. I poured two coffees, for Sam and I, and an orange juice for Kate, she doesn’t like coffee. I placed the drinks on the table and sat patiently. Sipping my coffee awaiting the girls arrival. A few minutes later both girls pranced into the room, arms linked. Wearing the same robes from the night before, but this time they were both tied with a sash in a bow mid stomach. Covering majority of their bodies.

“Oh that looks and smells good!” Sam beamed.

“Thanks husband!” My wife added.

They walked over. Unlinked their arms and sat beside eachother across from where I sat. We dished out the food and began to eat in silence.

“So, about last night..” Sam said bluntly between bites. Awaiting for our response.

“Uh, aha, uh…well.. I enjoyed it.” I stumbled out. I’m ussually not short on words but I found it a difficult to culminate a responsible response, when I feel like the girls already talked about it upstairs.

“Well, I REALLY liked it. I feel like I wouldn’t have been ok with anyone else like that but it was just crazy and so natural.” My wife added. Now, she’s ussually the one who is shy and not very good at articulating a response. I felt like she had already planned what to say.

“It was really special and it was weird, but it totally worked. And felt normal, well felt good! But normal…” Sam continued calmly.

“The best kind of spa treatment!” I added jokingly. I was now more settled on my opinion once I heard what the girls had to say about it.

“Can I just add I love how smooth I am after a wax. So soft..” Sam said as she slightly bit her bottom lip. Her hands were under the table and my imagination was telling me she was currently running her hand(s) over her, or my wife’s, smooth hairless mounds.

“Yeah I love how smooth we are, such a great feeling!” Kate said eyes drifting towards her friend. Her hands were under the table too. They both glanced towards eachother without turning their heads much and shifted in their seats. They sat quietly for a few moments having never broken eye contact.