My Wife’s Best Friend

My wife’s best friend, Laura, was very close to the two of us. She spent so much time with us because her boyfriend, Tom, worked out of town a lot. His job often sent him away with short notice and an uncertain return date. Frankly, I don’t know how Laura coped with it. Their relationship had to be difficult, with many lonely nights for both of them.

When Tom was away, Laura was often over at our place. Laura and my wife, Rachel, had known each other since they started college. I had gotten comfortable enough with Laura that our conversations covered everything – even sex. Many times when the three of us were together, the topic of conversation strayed to how often we did it, favorite positions, what we really liked from oral sex, and masturbation. For our part, Rachel and I learned from these conversations. Laura said she was learning from us as well. A few times, we even rented porno movies to watch together. Usually on these nights, after Laura went home, the sex with Rachel was at its best. I got so horny talking about the intimate details of our sex lives with Laura. I would sit there trying to conceal a raging hard-on, anxious for Laura to leave so I could take Rachel to bed. When I did and we got undressed, I would find her pussy to be about as wet as it got. She apparently also enjoyed the discussions. The next time we saw Laura, she would ask if we had fun after she had left. We would answer truthfully. For her part, Laura would tell how she had used her dildo to satisfy her urges.

When Tom was in town, Laura was busy in bed with him. We didn’t see the two of them nearly as often as we saw just Laura when Tom was gone. More than once, I fantasized about having sex with Laura. I had seen her in a bikini so it wasn’t too much of a stretch to imagine what her tits looked like. I had a pretty good idea of what Laura’s pussy must look like, from the shape of her bikini stretched across her labia. I had masturbated while thinking about this, and even played the fantasy out in my mind a few times as I had sex with Rachel, though I had never shared this fact with either woman.

We were friends with Tom; we just didn’t have as much opportunity to spend time with him. I guess that is why we weren’t as close to him as we were to Laura.

One time when Tom was away, we made plans to get together for a week in Florida. Tom would be getting some vacation time starting that Friday. Since he was working on the east coast, the plan was for Laura to ride with us to the hotel and Tom would meet us there. We reserved two rooms on the beach. We were lucky to get them because it was a holiday weekend.

The three of us took the afternoon off that Friday. Rachel and I packed the car and picked up Laura at her apartment. She was ready, anxious to see Tom. He had been gone for two weeks and she was horny. We got in the car and headed east on the interstate.

To pass the time, Laura brought along a book to read. She had Kamasutra-Guide to Good Sex. From the back seat, she intended to read to us from the book to pass the time.

She opened the book and began reading. Amid giggles and comments, we slowly got through the book. We were all thinking about how, in a few hours, we would be getting the chance to try out these things. Sex was on all our minds. I was hard and there was no denying it. My dick was getting uncomfortably large in the confines of my shorts. I caught my wife looking over at my lap. She smiled and raised her eyebrows. She leaned over and whispered, “Enjoying the book?” I nodded. “Me, too. I can’t wait until later.” She straightened up and we listened attentively to our friend in the back seat.

Laura read, skimming forwards and backwards through the book, selecting passages that looked interesting or funny. Comments of “That sounds interesting” and “I never thought of doing it that way” and even “Ooh, that sounds good” were frequent. Once, while checking the rear view mirror, I noticed that Laura’s nipples were visible through her thin top. Apparently Rachel and I weren’t the only ones affected by the book.

The girls were dressed lightly for the hot summer day. Expecting sex, Laura probably wasn’t wearing a bra. I wondered if she was even wearing panties and my dick got even harder. I tried to imagine what she looked like naked. Rachel and I had discussed fantasies that included Laura. It was once while talking about this that Rachel told me Laura was a natural blonde. Her pubic hair was as light as the wheat colored hair on her head. This fascinated me, a fact that had not been missed by my wife.

Rachel undid her seat belt and slid closer to me. She put her left hand on my bare thigh, and then slid it up over my shorts. Glancing sideways at me, she gave me a little smile and licked her lips as her hand slipped under the leg of my shorts. A groan slipped uncontrolled past my lips.

“Hey, what are you two doing up there, anyway? You’re supposed to be driving,” Laura said with a grin.

“I’m trying to drive, but it’s hard –” I started to answer but Rachel cut me off.

“Yeah, it’s hard alright,” she reported as her hand went under the leg band of my underwear and squeezed the end of my dick.

“I started to say that it’s hard to drive when someone is distracting me,” I tried again.

Laura was now looking over the front seat and saw where Rachel’s hand was.

“Hey, no fair.