The air in the living room crackled with tension as Mia, my wife, squeezed my hand. Her best friend, Chloe, sat across from us, her lips curled in a knowing smirk. Mia had been dropping hints for weeks, and tonight, we’d finally asked. Chloe’s answer was a slow, deliberate sip of wine before she purred, "I've been waiting for you two to ask."

Mia stood first, her fingers trailing down her own body to the hem of her dress. She pulled it over her head, revealing her perky tits and the trimmed patch above her dripping-wet pussy. "I want to watch you taste her," Mia whispered to me, her eyes locked on Chloe.

Chloe didn't need another invitation. She shimmied out of her jeans and top, her full, heavy tits bouncing free. Her pussy was completely bare, her pink lips already glistening. "Come here, baby," Chloe cooed to Mia, pulling her close.

I watched, my cock rock-hard in my pants, as Chloe's mouth descended on Mia's nipple. Mia moaned, arching her back as Chloe sucked and nibbled. Then Chloe slid down, her face burying between Mia's thighs. The sound was obscene—wet, slurping noises as Chloe's tongue lapped at Mia's cunt. Mia's fingers tangled in Chloe's hair, urging her deeper.

"Fuck, her tongue feels so good," Mia gasped, her eyes rolling back.

I couldn't take it anymore. I stripped, my thick dick springing free. Chloe pulled back, Mia's juices shining on her chin.