Me, the [f]iancée and a [f]riend (part 1 of 2) | 2016

At the start of the housing boom, my fiancée, Angie, (at the time) & I decided to purchase a house together. I was 25, and she was 3 years younger than me. It was only a matter of time until we married, so it really just made sense. We couldn’t afford something real close to where either of us worked or grew up, but it was a nice 3 bedroom house, with a 3 car garage on a cul-de-sac in the “high desert” of California. Angie was about 5foot nothing, 110 lbs (half of which was in her chest), with an amazing 36D chest. She fluctuated between a size 0 and size 1 to give you an idea of her measurements. She had shoulder length blonde hair with dark roots, she was and light skin. There’s no need for my description here, but for those interested, 5’10, reddish brown hair, and in moderate shape ( even when I was a lifeguard I could never get that six pack to show ).

Upon moving in, we were greeted by some of our new neighbors, one of which was a couple 3-5 years older than me (they had 3 young children ages 7 and younger ). The woman in the younger couple was SMOKING hot. Even for having 3 kids in the last few years, she had toned legs, a nice ass and to this day what I think are the largest tits I’ve seen up close. She had somewhat darker skin, she seemed to be some mix of Mexican and random eastern European.

She introduced herself (we’ll call her Wanda) and her husband (John) and said if we ever needed anything to not hesitate to stop by. They also offered that once their pool was done, we were welcome to come over and swim anytime they were swimming too. Very friendly I thought and continued with the chore of unpacking the truck and unpacking boxes.

Over the next few months, Angie & I hung out with Wanda & John more and more, and as summer approached and their pool was finished, it was almost a nightly routine that we would end up at their house after the kids were asleep, sitting out by the pool or spa and just talking until we all started to get too tired. As we hung out with them more and more, we noticed that Wanda & John didn’t have the best of relationships (not that Angie & I did by any means), but they would argue over some of the most inane details. I suspected there may be a physicality to some of their arguments, but I could never confirm my suspicion. One evening after a night at the pool and probably a few too many margaritas, my wife & I excused ourselves and started walking home. We began to paw at each other in the few steps from their house to ours and by the time we had closed our front door, her bikini top was off, and erection was doing it’s damnedest to escape my shorts. As we are finding our way to the bedroom, there’s a knock at the door. I hear yelling. Insta-boner kill. My wife goes to the bathroom and puts on some clothes while I answer the door. It’s Wanda, in tears, asking if she can come in for a bit. Apparently, John had far too much alcohol and said he had “crossed a line”, but refused to go into detail and I wasn’t going to press a pretty woman that was already in tears. I showed her to the living room, sat down with her on the couch and there was a knock at the door. Then pounding on the door & yelling saying “come out you bitch!”. I opened the door and stepped outside. I told John he needed to sober up, that my Angie & I would try to smooth things over with his wife for him, but he needed to sober up and calm down. Apparently hearing that from me was enough. He said “thanks man” and stumbled home.

My wife came out of the master bedroom, with a tshirt and little booty shorts on asking who it was. She saw Wanda sitting on the couch in tears and came to console her. We offered her some water, she passed. She asked if we had any beer or wine. Well, sure we do but are you sure you don’t want to sober up? No. She wanted to drink. So I popped open a few beers and we all sat on the couch, Angie and I bookending Wanda. She went on to tell us about all the problems she and John were having. That he had been unfaithful and slept with a number of other women without her consent. I told her he was a fool, he had a beautiful wife & family and doing anything to jeopardize that just seemed silly. Angie agreed, saying that she’s normally not attracted to women, but she finds Wanda VERY attractive. This was news to me, not bad news mind you, but my wife had never been one to be very daring or wild in the bedroom ( or anywhere for that matter ), so for her to say this was kind of ground breaking. Wanda blushed at my wifes confession and thanked both of us for the kind words and said she wasn’t sure what to do about her husband. I offered her one of our guest bedrooms for the night if she wanted, that she could even go grab the kids and bring them over if she wanted. She hugged my Angie and I and thanked us for being such good friends and asked where the bedroom was.

Angie showed her to the bedroom, showed her where the bathroom was and showed her where our room was in case she needed anything. We all said good night and I went to take a shower. While in the shower, I heard some giggling. I wasn’t sure what was going on so I poked my head out of the shower and I saw my Angie getting undressed. I smiled. She got into the shower behind me, running her hands up and down my body, lingering on my dick that was already starting to grow. I told her I didn’t know she found Wanda so pretty. She responded with “I didn’t know you found her so pretty either.” I turned around and she dropped to her knees taking me in her mouth. Twirling her tongue around the head of my cock as it grew harder and harder in her mouth. I must have emptied a TON of pre-cum into her mouth I was so turned on. I lifted her up and pressed her back against the cold tile of the shower pressed the tip of my cock against he pussy. She was SOAKING wet. I pushed ever so slightly and the tip of my cock entered her. She gasped. Then there was a knock at the bedroom door. SHIT.