It had been a long day. My girl friend, and neighbour decided to come over to have some wine since my husband was going to be out late. We drank, caught up, shared sexual fantasies. Before we knew it, two bottles of wine were empty. We decide to go out for the night, too. As we were getting dressed, I turned to her and kissed her soft lips. She was surprised. I stopped. But to my surprise, she resumed the kiss. We started making out. I was getting drunk of her scent, her soft lips, her hands all over my body. Boldly, I unstrapped her bra, and took her breasts in the palms of my hands while kissing her neck, then I gently started to work my way down. I started by kissing her breasts and nibbling on her nipples. Listening to her moan was intoxicating. I laid her down on my bed, and began to take her panties off. I kissed her belly, and explored with my hands every inch of her skin. Moving down, I started licking her clitoris slowly, hearing her moan out softly. She tasted so sweet. I wanted to keep going. I kissed her inner thighs not trying to miss any part of her. And just then, my husband walked in.. I felt shocked. His masculine smell disrupted the tenderness of what I had been consumed with. Inviting him in, I took his hand and kissed his neck. I brought him over to our bed and put his hand on her breast. Leaning to his ear, I whispered, “it’s okay.” Then, we both started playing with her nipples, sucking and biting them gently, while I continued to rub her clitoris with my hand. He squeezed her thighs, as her moaning grew louder and louder. I then took his pants off, and his penis sprang out hard and strong. He took me from behind, while I moved to go down on her. I was both moaning and tasting her at the same time. My hands still caressing her breasts. Then, we stopped and switched. With her head between my legs, I could feel her big soft lips on me. So tender. My legs started shaking. My toes started tightening and my fingers scratching the bedding. In a big release, I climaxed in a loud moan, my skin feeling tender. My husband sped up his rhythm, making his thrusts stronger and shorter in frequency. I was feeling them both going on top of me. Him holding my face. Her sweet lips on my breast. As I caressed her hair and kissed him, I asked, “Round 2?