Husband wants to watch his wife help out a friend

Husband wants to watch his wife help out a friend

“So, how was your spa weekend?” Kayleigh asked as Kate watched her complete her round of renegade rows with an ease she envied. Kayleigh’s plank was rock solid, the slight swell of her buttocks barely interrupting the 5’9″ line from her heels to her head. Her short black exercise shorts and bright orange crop top hugged her tight curves and left plenty of her muscular form visible – though one of the nice things about their all-female gym is that no one really cared about what they were wearing. At 37, Kayleigh outpaced many of the younger women in their boot camp, but her enthusiasm and quick wit motivated the others as much as good-natured competitiveness did.

Kayleigh stood in a fluid movement and replaced her black kettle bells in their neat rows near the base of the mirror. Several other women were scattered around the room, either on the mats or the concrete floor, and all at various stages in today’s circuit. Kayleigh returned to the mats, deadlifting the 20 lb sandbag she had left next to Kate’s feet for her squat thrusts. The room was warm and although she had a few beads of sweat trickling down her freckled chest, her breathing was slow and even.


Kate paused in her own set of rows, dropping down to her knees for a brief rest and considered Kayleigh’s question. “It was awesome,” she said finally though she wondered if the sudden warm flush to her cheeks was entirely due to the work out. Probably not, she mused, reminiscing about the events of the previous weekend. Kate had gone up North with a few girlfriends to a remarkable spa where they had all…well, “expanded their sexual horizons” might be the best way to describe it. She didn’t think she would tell Kayleigh those particular details, however. Kayleigh was about as hetero as they come and while she was very open-minded generally, Kate was pretty sure their all-female orgy would shock the daylights out of her friend.

“I’d love to go back,” Kate said honestly, recalling her first experiment with tribbing and feeling a familiar throb in her groin. She struggled back into the high plank and finished her set, conscious that her own plank was significantly wobblier than that of her friend. She replaced her equipment and following Kayleigh to the changing rooms. “What are you up to this weekend?” Kate asked, refilling her water bottle from the sink. Several of Kate’s auburn curls had escaped her ponytail and were now sticking to her sweaty cheeks. She drank almost a third of her bottle before straddling the bench in the change room, towelling off her neck and face.

“I’m off work on Friday,” Kayleigh responded. She unselfconsciously stripped off her exercise gear and rummaged through her bag for her street clothes. She had small breasts, which sat high and pert on her chest. Kate absently noted that Kayleigh’s pubic hair was a pale reddish brown and neatly trimmed. She wondered if her friend would agree to try out her favourite esthetician. Kate had personal experience with the benefits of a completely shaved pussy but Kayleigh had always laughed off her suggestions to try something more exotic.

Kayleigh’s knit dress slid over the matching lilac satin bra and panties and she held her nylons in one hand, obviously debating whether it was cold enough out to bother struggling into them. “And we have a friend visiting from out of town. Remember I told you about Mike?” she continued, pulling her tights over her long legs.

“Liam’s friend from school, right? The hockey player?” Kate responded. Kayleigh had shown her some pictures of Mike a few months ago and the memory was still quite vivid. “Gorgeous” did not do him justice, she recalled. At 6’2″ and 215 lbs of solid muscle, the 39 year-old was a very manly man, she thought. Green-blue eyes, curly brown hair that brushed the edge of his collar, and just enough facial scruff to look sexy.

“Didn’t you tell me that he was recently divorced?” Kate asked. She wasn’t going to bother changing; she needed a good shower but that would have to wait until she got home. She was eager to get out of her clothes though – sports bras for large breasted women are never particularly comfortable, no matter what the advertisements say. She sighed. With size B breasts, Kayleigh didn’t seem to have the same problem.

“Yeah,” Kayleigh said, fluffing out her short strawberry blonde hair and stuffing her workout clothes in her bag. “I don’t think he’s dating again yet either – Liam said he didn’t want to rush into anything serious. Our kids are away this weekend too, so he’s staying at our place.”

“Maybe if you’re lucky, he’ll walk around in tight boxers all weekend,” Kate teased, throwing Kayleigh’s towel at her. “Or you can forget to mention that the lock on your bathroom door is still broken and ‘accidentally’,” she continued, making air-quotes, “walk in on him while he’s showering. Offer to wash his back.” She winked.

Kayleigh laughed, her blue eyes sparkling. “Kate, you’re such a horn-dog!” she said. “That’s something you would do!”

“Totally!” Kate responded, grinning at her friend.

“You know,” Kayleigh began thoughtfully, “Liam told me once that he’s always fantasized about watching me with another man.” She glanced at her friend through the corner of her eye, gauging her reaction. She had an inkling what Kate might say and found herself wishing she could be as sexually adventurous as her friend. Kate had told her about the conference she had attended out West a few months ago and how she had a threesome with an old friend and his wife. Although Kayleigh wasn’t interested in women, she admired Kate’s gumption.

Kate gaped at her. “You’re not serious!” she exclaimed. “Oh my God – how awesome would that be? Do you think Mike would go for that?” she asked, obviously working through the details in her mind. “I mean, you and Liam are completely happy together so it’s not like he’d be insecure, Mike will be heading home after the weekend, he’s single right now, you’d get to sleep with a hunky hockey player – it’s like all the pieces of puzzle just coming together!” She clapped her hands together in obvious vicarious excitement. “What are you going to wear?” she continued. “Maybe that pretty wraparound dress you wore to Jen’s party. Oh – and that matching lace bra and panty set you bought last month. The colour brings out the blue in your eyes so well!”

Kayleigh shook her head, laughing. “Hold your horses, Kate! It’s just a fantasy – those never really come true, you know. Besides, I’m not sure I’D be able to do it!”

Kate grabbed her shoulders and gave her a playful shake. “You idiot! You might possibly have a chance to have sex with a crazy hot guy and your husband is okay with it – how can you not jump at this? Frig – I will personally come over and slap you silly if you pass this up,” she exclaimed, raising one hand and waving it in the air near her friend’s face.

“I’m not -” Kayleigh broke off, shaking her head. “Disinhibited enough,” she finished.

“You?” Kate laughed in disbelief. “Your frontal lobe is turned off more than anyone I know! You just need to get into the zone.”

“What? Like you? You sex-maniac!” Kayleigh laughed too, zipping her bag closed and taking a swig of water.

“I am just a healthy 30-something woman who has needs like everyone else,” Kate said solemnly. “Like you have. Like Mike probably has – well, except the ‘woman’ part,” she continued, nudging Kaleigh’s shoulder with her own. “And hey – if some of Liam’s needs involve watching you with another guy – then who are we to argue?”

Kate buttoned her coat and grabbed her bag. “Let’s stop by the liquor store. You’ll need a nice bottle of wine for supper tomorrow. Or three. Relax you a bit, get you in the mood…” she left the sentence hang and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. Kaleigh slapped at her butt, laughing.

“OK Horn-Dog,” she called Kate again. “We’ll go shop for wine. But no promises!” She grabbed her purse and the two women started toward the door. “Although,” Kayleigh said finally, “they do say that ‘everything is twice as nice when you share it with a friend'”.

“More wine?” Kayleigh offered the bottle of Saint-Emilion Grand Cru towards Mike. They were still seated at the dinner table, working their way through the second bottle of red. Kate had suggested the wine as being a perfect pairing for their steak tonight and Kayleigh was pleased with the outcome. Although Liam had initially balked at the idea of barbequing on their snowy back deck, Mike’s good-natured teasing had finally convinced him and the results were well-worth the effort. Kayleigh fiddled absently with the stem of her glass and resolved that barbequing would become a four-season activity from now on.

She sipped her own wine and watched the two men laughing at some remembered story from their youth. It was great to see her husband relaxing and taking some time away from the office – he had promised the entire weekend, for a change. She was lost in her own thoughts when she heard her name.

“…Kayleigh, for instance,” Liam was saying. “She’s not overly controlling like some women. I can go out for a night with the guys – or even lunch with a woman friend – and she’s okay with it.” He ran a calloused hand up her forearm where it was resting on the table. “You need to find a SANE woman, Mike,” he finished.

“I don’t know if sane is a word you can use to describe me,” Kayleigh laughed as she stood and started clearing the table. “My friend Kate would argue with you with about that!” She dropped a light kiss on Liam’s head, ruffling his short-cropped blond hair as she moved into the kitchen with their plates.

“I’m not looking for something serious right now anyway,” Mike shook his head. “Too many complications. But a friend with benefits would be awesome. It’s been too long, Man,” he finished, shaking his head.

“I hear you,” Liam told him. “Kay – you work with tons of women. You must know someone who’d want to take care of a poor man’s needs?” he joked as she split the last of the wine into their glasses.

“Your poor needs,” she mocked gently and ruffled Mike’s hair too. That’s surprising soft, she thought, distracted for a moment by an urge to grab a fistful of the stuff. Which led to other flashes of thought, mostly involving naked flesh. She shook her head. “Sure, I know lots of women, but most of them aren’t single,” she said.

“Hey – I’m easy,” Mike laughed. “I don’t mind sharing if they don’t!”

“Seriously!” Liam agreed, casually running a hand over her bum as she paused by his chair. If he kept this up, she’d be tempted to drag him off to the bedroom before the night was over.

“What’s the big deal?” Liam continued. “People are way too possessive in their relationships these days. If you’re confident in your marriage or your relationship or whatever, then what’s the harm?”

“I agree,” Kayleigh commented. “You’re adults, you communicate – sometimes sex can just be a physical release.” One I could use right about now, she thought. She carried the leftover roasted beets into the kitchen and bent over to rummage around the cupboards, looking for a storage container. This conversation was making her realise that with all of Liam’s long hours recently, it had been a while since SHE’D had a release. She’d been noticing Mike’s broad shoulders at supper and how the tendons on his forearms rippled when he waved his hands around expressively or passed the wine. It hadn’t helped that Liam had been stroking her bare leg under the table. She could tell her husband was feeling randy tonight, brushing against her ass every time she passed by him, stroking the back of her neck with his fingertips. His fingers had even strayed up under her skirt suggestively, squeezing her upper thigh and completely distracting her from the conversation several times over supper.

“There you go, Mike,” Liam waved an arm expensively over the table. “Maybe Kayleigh will be willing to take care of you.” The two men laughed and Kayleigh joined in from the kitchen, wondering just how serious her husband was being. They’d often talked about casual sex outside of marriage in a hypothetical way. They were of like minds, both feeling that sex didn’t have to be wrapped up in emotions and commitment but could just be a fun activity between consenting adults. It had always remained hypothetical, mostly because no opportunities had ever arisen. Liam worked long hours in a predominantly male work environment and Kayleigh had more female friends than male.

She spotted the container she wanted, deep in the cupboard and grabbed it. As she straightened and turned, she was startled to see Mike standing behind her. He flushed and quickly looked away. She realised that he’d probably been staring at her ass, which had been sticking up in the air and the short skirt of her wrap dress likely left little to the imagination. She smiled slightly as he placed the empty bread bowl on the counter. Well, Liam was always telling her she had a great ass.

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