Wifes best friend 2
There I was, standing in the middle of the room, naked, with my dick hard as a rock. I stared up at my wife, Patty, who was wearing only a t-shirt and her best friend, Sandy, who was topless, and wearing only an unbuttoned pair of short shorts. They were in the doorway of the upstairs bedroom and both were looking down at me, smiling at my predicament. My predicament being that last night, unbeknownst to my wife, I’d fucked Sandy and now that the two of them obviously had spent the night...