Talia sees her first.

One afternoon, I came home to find gratified, highly sexual moans coming from the bedroom. When I entered, an incredible scene greeted my eyes.

Talia, my wife, was laying spread eagle on our bed. She'd pushed her panties down to her hose-clad ankles, hiked up her skirt, and was furiously attacking her pussy, three fingers deep. Her blouse had come open, and one dark-nippled tit was squeezed out of her bra. In her free hand, she held a nudie magazine of the sort that I hadn't bought since high school.

"Oh!" She started. "Check this out!" She didn't move, but gestured me over to the bed with the magazine. I lay next to her, and the glossy pages revealed a familiar face. Also, familiar hips, hair, breasts...

"It's Corrine!"

Beneath all the airbrushed bronzing and a ridiculous mane of hair, it was our bombshell friend. She was posing suggestively with a water pump, sunlit, at some Napa valley vineyard, spraying water on her magnificent tits.

"I saw it. I bought it. I got really, really fucking horny. Sorry that I didn't wait for you."

I unbuckled my belt and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. "It's totally fucking hot that you're fantasizing about Corrine. Don't let me stop you, but I want a look when you're...um...finished."

I undressed, took some lube and my cock in hand, and knelt before my wife's swollen, worked-over pussy. She stared at the naked images of Corrine's glamorized body while I brought my mouth down on her clit. Her three fingers went back to pumping, and with the help of my tongue, she came in minutes.

Then, we flipped through the pages, ogling our blonde friend's amazing spread. Talia worked up a fantasy for us while she stroked my cock.

"You want her here with us, don't you? You know I haven't been with a woman in so long. I'd 69 Corrine, right here in our bed, and make you watch. Then, when you begged for it, I'd eat her out while you fucked her. That's right. I want you to fuck our friend. Then I want to lick her off your cock and put you inside me..."

That proved too much for her. She jumped on top of me, shoved me inside of her, and handed me the magazine.

"Look at her, feel me on you. I want you to cum. Cum inside me. Please. Please!"

With another glance at Corrine's glossy image, I grunted, and came deep inside Talia's snatch. She kept me inside of herself, and brought her fingers to bear on her clit until she came a second time.

We curled up in a giggly ball and put the magazine somewhere safe.