"Is that for me?" asked Gemma, looking at my hard-on and then laughing and grabbing the bottle of wine I had clutched in my hand. "Tom’s upstairs finishing his shower. He's getting himself nice and smooth down below for you, Claire," she giggled. I had to take a deep breath. Even though the events of the previous week were fresh in my head, I still had to pinch myself that I was standing in my best friend’s kitchen a couple of feet away from his naked wife. Her full breasts were topped nicely by firm, erect nipples. Gemma was obviously as horny as we were. She was clearly tipsy as well.

"Tom and I have been looking forward to tonight. Last week ignited something in us I never knew was there – we've been like teenagers!"

"I know what you mean," laughed Claire, "although I made Steve go without for the whole week, not even one off the wrist, I told him I wanted to be covered in spunk to start the night off!"

"Hmmm, sounds like we may have been thinking the same thing," said Gemma. "I'll tell you what I thought might go down well after we have dinner."

Creaking upstairs told us that Tom was finished in the shower and with not much dressing to do he soon appeared in the kitchen with us. Like me, he just wore a pair of shorts, just enough to keep things covered for the time being, although it was obvious by the bulge in his shorts that he was looking forward to the evening. I couldn’t help notice Claire's nipples protruding through the fabric of her bikini top,

"I don’t think it's very fair for Gemma to be topless and you be covered up, Claire," said Tom, staring at my wife's breasts.

"Fair point," she said. She turned round to face Gemma head-on at the sink and pulled the straps of her bikini top away from her back. Tom didn't need a second invite and took the string. With a pull, the flimsy bikini dropped away and Claire’s tits bounced free. She cupped them and turned to face us.

"For fuck’s sake," she said, "let's eat so we can get dirty, I'm going to fucking burst if I don't get some cum soon!"

Dinner wasn't hurried, but we didn’t exactly go over the top with formalities either. The dishes were definitely left to another time as we went into the lounge to sit down and relax.

"Why don’t you show Claire your handiwork, Tom?" said Gemma. With a wink he got off the chair and stood in front of my wife.

"Pull em down," he said to Claire. She licked her lips and placed her wine on the floor. Sitting forward on the armchair, Claire reached out and hooked the top of Tom's shorts with her forefingers. Tom gave a gasp as my wife's fingers made contact with his waist. Slowly she started to pull his shorts down, inching left and right. More and more of Tom's groin came into view until the base of his shaft appeared and still not