My Wife’s Best Friend-2

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It probably sounded even less coherent than that.

Rachel seemed to be better than me at taking it all in stride when she spoke up. “We thought you were going to be busy in the bathroom a while longer. Sorry.”

Laura blushed then. “Well, … I was busy. If I had known you guys were doing something, I would have taken longer.”

I was slow, or the women were using some kind of female code, because I didn’t catch on right away. Then, I GOT IT.

“Ohhh.”

Laura made an embarrassed giggle in response to what I had said.

“Well, it’s not like I was the only one trying to cum,” she accused.

I couldn’t argue with that. Rachel handed me my bathing suit and I started to put it on. I pulled it up, but I was now so hard that my dick stuck up above the waistband of my suit. Laura was watching me, making me harder. She slowly looked up from the tip of my exposed cock to my eyes.

“You’ll get in trouble if you go out like that,” she warned with a warm smile and a single raised eyebrow.

Rachel countered with, “I did my part.”

“Yes, you did. You did it very well,” was my answer.

I tried to bend my dick and push it down into my suit. It didn’t want to bend. It was uncomfortable like that, and the bulge it made was quite obvious.

Laura spoke next, her words catching me off guard.

“So, do we leave him alone to take care of his own problem, or is it my turn?”

My mouth gaped open and my heart pounded at the thought of what Laura was suggesting. I think if my dick had still been sticking out, the women would have seen it grow further, probably accompanied by a drop of precum appearing at the tip.

Rachel defused the situation by asking me, “Don’t you have to pee or something?”

I did have to, so I went into the bathroom. I could hear Laura laughing behind me. The excitement was wearing off so I was able to pee after only a minute or so. I didn’t have to jack off because peeing made me lose my erection. I made a point of not thinking about Laura so I could get my dick back into my suit. When I came back into the room, Laura and my wife were talking quietly. Rachel saw me coming out of the bathroom and whispered, “Later,” ending the conversation.

“Are you ready to go to the beach?” I asked, seeing that whatever they had been discussing they had no intention of sharing with me.

We headed out of the door on the other side of the room, which opened onto the beach. Outside it was sunny and warm and there was already a large crowd on the beach. It appeared to be mostly college students, so the long weekend would probably be rather rowdy. We walked along the concrete path to the edge of the sand, the sounds of partying all around us. I enjoyed the view of so many scantily clad women. Rachel must have noticed me taking in the scenery because she took my hand and held it tightly. She wanted me to remember whom I was with. No danger of that. I was very in much love with my wife. I was just looking.

We set out towels on the sand near the water’s edge. We lay out in the sun a while and swam from time to time to cool off. It seemed like Laura was a lot calmer now so maybe this trip wouldn’t turn out so badly after all.

As sunset approached, talk turned to dinner. We decided we’d get dressed and walk around to find someplace that looked good. We were hungry but beyond that no one had anything particular in mind. Back at the room, Laura offered for and I to use the shower first. Ordinarily, it might have been awkward for the two of us to shower together with Laura there, but we had shared so many of the details of our sex lives (especially today) that there was little left to hide. Laura knew we showered together and most times slept in the nude. On the other hand, I knew how often Laura masturbated and how much she liked her rabbit vibrator. I wondered if she had brought it along on the trip.

Rachel and I were soon naked in the bathroom. I watched my wife in the mirror as she bent over to start the shower. With her bent over, I could see her pussy lips framed by her thighs and the sight was quickly making me hard. I loved looking covertly as my wife’s body. I could clearly see her slit, with the lips covered by wisps of brown hair. The blowjob from earlier had done little to quell all my desires. Rachel stood up and turned around. In the mirror, she could see the effect her body had on me. I watched as she walked up to me and put her arms around me. When I felt her breasts press into my back, I groaned. I could also feel the hair above her pussy against my ass. My dick jumped a little. Rachel gave a little laugh when she saw that. Her hands dropped lower to caress my hardon.

“Mmm, I like doing this,” she told me as she gently stroked.

“You’ll get no complaints from me,” I assured her.

“Hey, no fair. At least you got something earlier. I haven’t gotten anything all day. I was so horny on the beach.”

“Want me to take care of that right now?” I offered.

“Let’s get cleaned up first. I’m all sweaty but I’m sure you can think of something to do to me in the shower.”

We turned around and got in the shower.