The girls just wanna have fun

Waking up with a smile, you think about last night, about what you and Sophie did, your cock pulsing in pleasant memory of how her mouth, her pussy, had felt. "We should have her over more often," you grin to yourself as you climb out of the uncomfortable guest bed, padding down the hallway towards the bathroom, still thinking about Sophie's toned tight little body and what you'd like to do to her given another chance. These thoughts have you half hard as you step into the bathroom, glancing into the bedroom curiously.

You pause, freezing as you see movement on the bed, the duvet rustling over the two women. They appear to still be asleep, snuggled up tight against each other, their heads close together on the pillow, but there is some movement beneath the covers, something happening that causes you to pause, to watch silently.

Emma is cuddled up against Sophie's back, her face buried in her friend's brown hair, her arms obviously around her friend's narrow waist. Their legs seem to be entwined beneath the duvet, Emma's hands moving, caressing Sophie's hip, her thighs, as they sleep. You can hear a contented murmur escape Sophie, her slender body pushing back against Emma, snuggling in tighter. Emma pauses, her movements stopping as her friend cuddles against her, her hands gradually resuming their caresses, her hand sliding down Sophie's leg, the back again, pausing on her narrow hip, before dipping down across her flat toned belly.

You watch, your hand drifting down to your crotch as you watch your wife's hand exploring her friend's sleeping body, the caresses changing, morphing from sleepy caresses to a more intentional, more seductive groping. You wonder if Emma is awake, if she's aware of what her hand is doing to Sophie, as you watch her arm move beneath the duvet, her hand obviously sliding up over the smaller woman's stomach to her chest. Sophie lets out a soft sigh of contentment as you watch Emma's hand cup one small nicely formed tit beneath the covers, Sophie's body arching back against Emma as your wife's hand covers her pert breast.

You've often wondered about Emma and Sophie, some of the stories Emma has told you, the way her cheeks flush when she describes their wild times back in school, your suspicions that she wasn't always telling you the whole story. Is this what they were like back then? You wonder as you watch the two women, their bodies moving with a sleepy familiarity, as if this was an old habit for both of them. Emma's hands explore her friend's body, caressing her, urging her to move. They both seem to still be asleep but you wonder if Emma truly is as she urges Sophie to roll over, pulling her to her, pulling her on top of her, soon Sophie is settled between your wife's spread legs. Emma's hands caress the other woman's back, her sides, sliding down to cup perfect little bottom, her fingers squeezing it tight as the duvet slides off of them, tangling around their waists.

Sophie moves, straddling Emma's thigh, their sexes pressing together as Sophie's slender toned body begins to move, rubbing against your wife's, grinding their pussies together as Emma starts kissing Sophie's neck. Emma's hands are still on Sophie's perfect little bum, squeezing it, kneading the soft flesh before one hand slides down, fingers dipping between her friend's legs. A soft gasp escapes Sophie as Emma's fingers caress her, probe her, explore her, Sophie's hips moving faster, grinding harder against Emma.

You are now stroking yourself, your cock hard and throbbing in your hand as you watch your wife with another woman, their bodies moving together with a sensuous familiarity.

They roll over, Sophie now laying back as Emma moves over her, straddling one leg as her hand continues to explore the other woman's sex. The duvet is pushed to the floor, exposing both of them. They are oblivious to you, to your presence, lost in their desire for each other as Emma lowers her face to Sophie's, their lips meeting in a fierce but loving kiss. Emma grips a handful of Sophie's hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck to her hungry kisses as her hand continues to explore her crotch, stroking her, penetrating her. Sophie is almost sobbing as Emma's mouth trailed down her throat, your wife's lips sucking at one small breast, her teeth teasing her hard nipple as she slides her finger deep into Sophie's eager sex. Sophie grinds her hips against Emma's hand, thrusting her sex hard against her probing finger, her hand coming up to hold your wife's head to her breast. Emma suckles Sophie, the sound of her mouth against her breast filling the bedroom as she slides her fingers deep into the other woman's sex. You watch, amazed, as Emma inserts first two fingers, then three, then four, into Sophie's flooded sex, her wetness visible even from the distance you are from the bed, her narrow hips thrusting up hard off the bed, grinding demandingly against Emma's hand.

"You want more, Sophie?"Emma asks, her voice a low teasing purr as she lifts her mouth from her friend's hard nipple, Sophie's breast glistening with her saliva. "Do you want it?"

"Yes," Sophie gasps, her slender toned body writhing on the bed in her need. "Please. Emma. Please. Like you used to," she begs, her eyes filled with lustful need.

"You're still a slut," your wife chuckles, smiling down at her friend as she pushes her entire hand into her, Sophie's tiny body going rigid, a grunt of pleasure and pain escaping her gritted teeth as Emma's fist pushed deep into her flooded sex.

You gasp as your wife's hand disappeared, Sophie's sex stretching to swallow her fist, the sound of your gasp drawing both women's attention, freezing them in this Sapphic tableau as they regarding you with questioning eyes.