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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Pete, Wendy and I played regularly after that. At least once a week the three of us would get together. Somedays we'd just play squash, though more often than not it was much more fun.
Fortunately the situation never got weird at work for Pete and I. We were both very good at separating home and work and no one ever guessed we were more than just workmates who also socialised.
On weekends we were on our rest days the three of us would go out drinking. Again no one around us thought anymore of it than Pete and Wendy just being nice inviting their sad single friend out with them. I had girlfriend's on and off during the time who'd join us when they were around, though we never told any of them that the three of us were anything more than friends.
Nights out on the town usually ended up with me going back to their place afterwards where the private party would continue into the early morning. Once in the privacy of their home it would have been impossible for an outsider to tell which of us Wendy was actually married to. We shared her equally.
I became her 2nd husband in many regards. Pete was fine about it, more than fine really, and never complained when she spent the whole night in the guest room with me rather than in their marital bed.
I had all the advantages of a hot, sexy and positively filthy wife, with none of the real world complications. Lucky bastard? Yes, I know.
This continued for 8 months until Pete applied for a promotion at work, and got the job. It was more money but meant be had to go onto a different shift pattern and would be moving onto the shift that followed our current one. I'd be finishing work as he just started.
We went out to celebrate Pete's promotion with a group of friends and as usual after a night out I found myself back at their place.
"Cheers mate" I said holding up a can of beer "congratulations on the job but I'm really going to miss working with, and fucking you on the squash court" I added turning to Wendy.
"No your not" she replied, sluring her words being a bit worse for wear right now " your going to carry on fucking me, and not just over squash either". She smiled, got up and came and sat across my lap putting her arms round my my neck and kissed me adding "I'm not losing my Dick just cos Pete got promoted" then kissed me again.
Pete joined the d*unken conversation "We talked about this last night Dick. Wendy and me both want you to carry on seeing her. When I'm at work she's all yours. What do you say?"
I looked at Wendy, she giggled and kissed me again. "Its a deal" I said holding up my can again which Pete clinked with his can, classy toast.
"Anyway, we get 6 days a month when all three of us can still play squash" Pete added. He'd obviously worked this out from our shift patterns. I was too d*unk to confirm it so took his word for it.
The dynamic of our relationship changed that day but it didn't alter in a negative way. Pete and I stayed great friends, and Wendy and I got even closer.
In all the time we'd been seeing each other neither Pete nor Wendy had ever been to my house so the neighbours had never seen them before. On the evenings Pete was at work and I wasn't Wendy started coming 'home' to my place after work. After a couple of weeks my neighbours, having seen her coming and going, assumed I just had a new girlfriend, nothing more.
We'd even go to parties at my neighbours as a couple. With my shift working none of them found it odd they could go for several days at a time not seeing her round and never got suspicious.
We invented a story of how we met and where she was from so anyone asking got the same version from either of us. It worked.
The only thing we had to be careful of was nights out in town. All three of us stopped going to our nearest large town for nights out unless all three of us were together that way if friends or neighbours saw us there weren't any awkward questions from either side.
Wendy and I went out together to one set of places, Wendy and Pete to another. It worked out great luckily.
When round at my house though Wendy was a different person to when she was with Pete, or her old friends. It was like she had been given the chance to reinvent herself, and my 'girlfriend' was a party girl.
I lived at the rougher end of the town. Not bad rough, just honest working class out for a good time and fuck anyone that had a problem with it end.
The neighbours were far more accepting of bad, naughty, behaviour so anything that happened was only ever referred to in future along the lines of 'do you remember that night we got so d*unk you ended up........' and everyone just laughs about it.
For example, the first time we went across the road to my neighbours for a bbq we ended up plastered, with everyone else, on shots playing a drinking game. I don't remember exactly which one, I'm not even sure I remembered the morning after it actually happened as we were so d*unk, but by 1am most people had left and there was only 1 other couple, apart from Wendy and I and the couple who's house it was.
Wendy lost whatever challenge it was and someone poured her a shot and the 'down in one' chants and laughter started.
Wendy couldn't face another drink, I don't blame her I had struggled with the last shot as well, and protested she'd had enough, slurring every word.
The others wouldn't let up and argued, playfully of course, that she had to drink it. Eventually one of the other girls felt sorry for her and suggested if she didn't want to drink it she could just flash everyone Instead. Yes, one of the girls suggested it. Us men would never have offered such an outrageous alternative would we!
Wendy didn't even need to think about. She just pulled her top and bra right up around around her neck saying "there, now take it away", meaning the shot. The other two girls burst our laughing, the two guys reacted more like, guys.
"Fucking hell" one exclaimed staring at her tits which illicited a smack from his wife. "What was that for? Cant blame me, look at them tits" he complained.
"For that you can drink Wendy's shot" his wife said and made him down it In one.
Wendy hadn't just given us a quick flash, her top was still pulled up and while the banter had been going on, and Charlie was forced to drink her shot, Wendys nipples both got very erect.
As Charlie slammed the empty shot glass down on the table Wendy slurred "Thanks . I can't face another drink tonight" and half pulled her top back down.
She then turned to me and said "let's go Dick. I'm fucking wrecked". She wouldn't normally talk like this and certainly wouldn't dream of just flashing her tits like that around her old friends but now, as my girlfriend, she was much more open.
"Soon, just one more round them we'll go, ok?" I pleaded
"I'm not drinking anything else" she said
Charlie chimed in now " Come on, another drink won't hurt"
Charlie's wife had also had enough by now and joined in on Wendy's side saying it was time we all went home. Charlie and Liz lived next door to me, straight across the street.
Us boys argued to stay, with Wendy and Liz who wanted to call it a night arguing to go. Neither side was making progress persuading the others. Liz then whispered into Wendy ear and the pair of them sniggered like a pair of kids and stood up, which was easier said than done by either of them.
Looking at each other and giggling, sniggering and now almost doubling up laughing Liz said "ready? 1 ... 2 ... 3"
Both of them then pulled their tops and bras off over their heads and dropped them. Us three boys were cheering. The girls were now leaning on each other's arms holding one another up still giggling and laughing.
"Right, were off. Stay if you want" Liz said.
Wendy and Liz linked arms and half walked, half staggered to the front door and opened it.
"Fuck the drink, I'm off. Night" Charlie said
"Hey, wait for me" I said staggering to my feet.
The pair of them, topless, were just crossing the street without a care in the world.
When we caught up to them Wendy and Liz high fived each other, "I told you that would get them up. Dirty bastards" and they burst out laughing.
We each went to our respective houses and said good night as we all but fell in the front doors.
Once we got inside Wendy and I started kissing and I pulled off Wendy Jeans and knickers right behind the door. She unfastened mine and pulled out my cock which was already hard. Pushing her over onto the stairs I fucked her from behind until we both cum.
The next morning we woke up feeling more than a little delicate. Our heads we're pounding and we needed a drink.
We climbed out of bed and Wendy started looking for her clothes.
"Where are my jeans?
"Behind the door I think" I replied.
We went downstairs and Wendy picked up her jeans leaving her knickers off and slid into them. Holding her head she said "any idea where my top is?"
"Don't you remember?" I asked her grinning
"No, where is it"
"Probably still on the living room floor" I told her.
Wendy walked into the living room "I can't see it, maybe it's upstairs" she said walking back out into the hall.
I laughed "Not our living room. You really don't remember?"
"I don't remember anything after about midnight. What the fuck were we drinking anyway? Wait, what do mean not OUR living room"
I filled Wendy in on her missing hour. Flashing her tits at everyone before her and Liz both pulled their tops off and walking back home topless just to get me and Charlie to leave"
"Fuck. Who's idea was that? She asked
"Liz, I think. She whispered something then the next we knew we were all staring at your tits"
"Fuck"
I burst out laughing and Wendy soon joined in.
Forgetting about her top for now we went to the kitchen and got a drink. I'd found my jeans at the bottom of the stairs as well and had put them on. Wendy looked incredible despite her hangover. She was very pretty as well as slim, long legs and toned. Generally all round sexy as fuck.
I put my arms around her and she rested her head on my chest and hugged me.
We heard voices outside, Charlie and Liz in the garden. Opening the back door I stepped out with a glass of water and asked how they were feeling.
Charlie replied "rough as fuck, you?"
"Yeah, same"
"How's Wendy feel, she was pretty out of it last night" Liz asked.
"Rough, amnesiac and confused as to where half her clothes are" I told Liz.
Despite how bad we all felt myself, Charlie and Liz started laughing.
"Poor Wendy. It was a good night though. We should have stopped drinking sooner though" Liz said.
"Fuck that. Without the drink I wouldn't have seen Wendy's tits. Your a lucky fucker Dick" Charlie said.
"I'm right here you know, its not you boys alone" Liz said feigning outrage at Charlie. They had a great relationship and him saying things like that didn't really bother her.
"Where is Wendy?" Liz asked. "I'd get far more polite conversation out of her than I can from either of you two"
"In the kitchen, missing a top" I gestured
Liz laughed again "hasn't she got any spare clothes at your place?" She asked
Wendy hadn't at the time, but the next time she came she did bring some just in case.
"Hey Wendy, need to borrow anything, a bra, or top maybe?" Liz shouted loud enough for her to hear.
Wendy's head appeared around the door frame with the rest of her hidden out of sight.
"Thanks Liz but I'll go and find one of Dicks T's soon"
Charlie joining in said "fuck, are you hiding behind there naked"
"I found my jeans, they made it all the way to the bottom of the stairs before i lost them" Wendy laughed with Liz joining in.
"Come on out then, its not like we haven't seen your tits before" Charlie said.
Now Charlie said it as a joke. Not for one minute would he really have expect her to come outside in just her jeans but Wendy gave us all a surprise, even me.
"I guess your right" she said and just walked over to me and lifted my arm and snugged in under it.
Both being tall and slim and standing there topless, Wendy's small breasts perfectly poised on her chest, the two of us dressed only in jeans we looked good.
Liz and Charlie were faithful to each other. Neither of them were in the best shape and each carried a few extra pounds but they were both salt of the earth, nice people. I'd known, and been out with them often enough when they'd each had the opportunity to stray and neither of them had ever done anything more than flirt with other people. Nothing was ever going to happen with these two.
"Christ, you two look good. It's enough to make you sick" Liz said. "Fuck off and put some clothes on the pair of you".
"Jesus, Dick. I wouldn't let her out of the fucking house" Charlie said.
This started another small, in jest, argument between Charlie and Liz. Wendy and I just listened laughing as Liz accused Charlie of staring and he defended himself by accusing her of gawping over me. "Dicks still got his pants on, its different" Liz said.
"So's wendy" Charlie replied, somehow thinking this would mean something.
"Don't worry Liz, I'll let you know the first time Dick leaves his jeans on the neighbours floor and you can get even and have a good stare" Wendy interrupted laughing.
"Oh, gross. Nobody wants to see that" Charlie said.
"Wendy! deal. Next party them pair of fuckers can do the flashing" Liz said.
It was all light hearted and fun. Charlie was enjoying looking at Wendy's tits and Liz really didn't care that he was. No harm, no foul.
Wendy reminded me that she had to get off soon so we best find her one of my t-shirts.
We went back inside leaving the back door open. Liz and Charlie were still outside.
Wendy whispered "Did you see how Charlie looked at my tits?"
"I don't blame him" I replied, and started groping her.
"Dick, it made me wet. Showing him my tits like that with his wife there. Does that make me bad?" She asked biting her lip.
Fuck she looked sexy.
"Always. Your a very naughty girl. What should I do with you"
"Fuck me, right now."
Pushing our jeans off I took here right there in the kitchen with the door still open.
Pounding hard so our neighbours could hear everything our bodies slapping together, Wendy louder than usual groaning, moaning and encouraging me "fuck my tight pussy" "oh your cock feels so good". Wendy wanted them to hear here. It was really turning her on being my horny slut of a girlfriend who flashes her tits at parties and makes so much noise when she's being fucked.
When Wendy cum she absolutely screamed the place down. I've watched porn films that were more restrained.
When she eventually stopped screaming we heard a voice from outside "about fucking time, some of us have got a hangover you know"
We could barely contain our laughter. "Sorry " Wendy shouted once she was under control.
"Don't fucking mind me, I'd tell you to get a room, on the other side of fucking town, but I don't think it would have made a difference" he grumbled.
So, Wendy as well as being a hot wife now realised she liked being a slut girlfriend. Just how much better can this get?
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