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The hot, velvety liquid quickly warmed my mouth as I took a sip and sighed deeply. I felt the comfort spread slowly through my body as I swallowed and let myself enjoy the solitude of my first taste of morning coffee. Something about being up before most of the world was always a bit magical: like getting to see a part of existence reserved only for the few. It was quiet, fresh; peaceful.I closed my eyes and took a long breath. The past several days had been interesting, to say the least. Certainly, nothing like I ever could have predicted. Not bad, mind you, but exciting and eye-opening. I had seen a lot and learned much.Even though our kids were away at camp for the month, leaving the house empty for us for the first time in many years, we were not alone. Our spare bedroom was now home to Khloe, a friend of ours whose dick-of-a-husband had called her a bitch, blamed her for his selfishness in a fit of expletive-laden anger, and then not come looking for her once in the past three days she had been with us. Derek the Dick was also the main reason our friendship with them had been so hot and cold over the years we'd all known each other. Our shared story involved getting together on weekends and for dinners until we were once again fed up with him and his judgemental arrogance. Then our friendship would cool and drift for months until something kicked it off again.The most recent kickoff had come about a year ago when Khloe offered me a spare bedroom for a few days to save me from a broken air conditioner at our place. Circumstances had it that both our families were out of town, so it was just the pair of us getting to know each other again. It was this serendipitous situation that uncovered that Khloe and I had something rather intimate in common. With the help of a few too many screwdrivers and some pent-up hormones, we learned that we both were quite the masturbation aficionados. Even more, we discovered that we enjoyed watching the other take matters into their own hands just as much as showing off our own self-pleasuring skills. Those two exhibitionistic days were not only insanely arousing but filled with plenty of fingering, rubbing, moaning, stroking, and some of the most explosive orgasms either of us had experienced in years. However, our friendly masturbatory adventure came to a close once I returned home.Ironically, though, this time was also what restarted Khloe's friendship with my wife, Carla. Somehow, my staying a few nights at Khloe's seemed to rekindle their stagnant friendship and deep conversations. Now nearly a year later, they were quite close, sharing time, secrets, and confidences on a regular basis - meaning that Khloe had become a fairly regular part of our lives. All of which brought us to our unpredicted, yet most interesting present."Good morning, my friend." While Khloe's voice was soft and still laced with sleepiness, I had gotten so lost in my coffee and reveries that I startled and quickly turned toward her with wide eyes."Didn't mean to disturb you," she followed up with a grin as she sat down on a patio chair facing me.I smiled back. "Not at all. You're always welcome. Coffee?""Not yet, but thank you," she declined. Then, with a yawn, she leaned her head back, lifted her arms far over her head, and arched her back in a long stretch. I had learned that Khloe liked to stretch like this on a regular basis. I recognized it as one of her normal moves, and I always enjoyed watching it.Her messy auburn hair tumbled behind her, and her motions inadvertently pulled the thin fabric of her shirt taut across her chest and up her torso. My eyes quickly noticed not only the peaks of her nipples and the delicate edges of her areolas pressing through the thin fabric, but also the soft, exposed skin and belly button revealed below her raised shirt line. I was again mesmerized.With half-closed eyes and a growing warmth in my groin, I couldn't help but take in the feminine attractiveness on display. Khloe had become increasingly comfortable in our home during her stay, and with that ease seemed to come a subtle decrease in her modesty and choice of clothing. Each day seemed to bring more glimpses of skin and accidental panty peeks. Honestly, as much as I was enjoying it, I was surprised that Carla hadn't said something about it yet.I modestly adjusted my growing hardness while Khloe was still looking the other way. Then, after a long moment and a sigh, Khloe shifted, lowered her arms, and brought one leg up to the chair. "I can see why you come out here so early," she said with an appreciative tone. "The morning air. It's still a bit cool, and it feels so good on my skin."Khloe delicately trailed her hands up and down her bare legs as she said this, coming to rest on her inner thighs. With that, she seemed to settle a bit more into her chair. I just grinned and nodded a quiet, "absolutely," in reply as I watched her enjoy her own touch and the peacefulness of the morning.Dressed in only a light tank top and a pair of tiny, loose sleep shorts, Khloe was the epitome of adorable. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, and she had on not a single dab of makeup. But yet, she shone.I took another sip of coffee and noticed that her left hand was still faintly caressing the inside of her thigh. I couldn't help but grin, remembering how she had once told me that she often enjoyed masturbating in the morning. But then, following the curve of her leg, I saw that her loose shorts had gaped open when she shifted. Not only was her inner thigh on display, but I could see the gentle crease of skin at the base of her leg along with the edge of her light blue panties that were barely concealing the puffy side of her outer labia.I instantly started to get hard and shifted in my chair to hide my now rather obvious erection. My loose shorts and boxers were doing little to hide it.My movement seemed to pull Khloe back from her own thoughts. She looked at me for a few seconds with a faint smirk, then with a hint of hesitancy, she asked softly, "Do you still think Ankara bayan escort (http://ankarakuryetel.com/) about...about last summer? I've been wanting to ask, but wasn't sure how."I looked at her for a long, contemplative moment and - judging it safe to be honest - answered in an equally soft voice. "All the time, actually."Her smile broadened slowly at my words. I noticed her fingers still lightly caressing her thigh, so I ventured further."In fact, I...um..." I began but started to lose my nerve."Please, you..." she prompted gently, obviously eager to hear what I had started."Well, I was just remembering something you had told me once, and it made me wonder... something." I stopped short.Her eyebrows went up, knowing full well I was dragging out my thoughts. "Hmmm? And what did you wonder?" she asked with curiosity now in her voice, still trailing her fingers lightly up and down her inner leg.I could tell that despite both of our hesitancy to bring up what had happened nearly a year ago, we both wanted this conversation. "Well, I was wondering..." I started tentatively. "With the way you stretched and are touching your leg, it got me wondering if you had maybe...this morning..." My nerves got the better of me and my voice trailed off. It had been many months since Khloe and I had discussed anything intimate with each other, and I honestly didn't know where things stood."...if I had masturbated this morning?" She kindly finished my question for me with a cheeky grin.I nodded slowly, taking a moment to assess her reaction. But, when I saw the natural smile in her blue eyes, I breathed more easily."No, not this morning," she answered. Then, after a few seconds of consideration, she added, "I've been saving my masturbation for the evenings. You know, when...when I can...listen...to you and Carla having sex."My eyes shot wide, and I nearly choked on the sip of coffee I had just taken. But Khloe just giggled at me."You...um...listen?" I managed to stammer out. "You listen and...um....""Touch myself? Yes." She again finished for me, but this time with a mix of shyness and amusement in her voice. "It's really hot, actually. And twice..." Then her words fell away as if she suddenly caught herself confessing something she wasn't ready to tell."Twice..." I prompted and returned her own expression of shy amusement."Damn. I was getting all excited talking to you about this again and said too much...""Khloe, it's okay. Whatever it is that happened twice, I assure you, it's fine. And, for the record, I'm glad we're talking about this, too," I finished with a reassuring look. We sat watching one another for a long minute.Then, after taking a slow breath, Khloe avoided my eyes and said in a hushed voice, "Well, twice I even...um...watched while I touched myself." Like she did a year ago when sharing something like this, she leaned forward and covered her face with her hands.I could tell it took a lot for her to tell me this, but wow, what a confession, and what a piece of information to digest. I just sat quietly processing, surely with a somewhat surprised expression on my face.Then, before I said anything, Khloe quietly voiced from behind her fingers, "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have. I couldn't help it. I'm just..."And before she could finish her sentence with whatever self-deprecation she planned to use, I quickly added, "Hot," and smiled.Khloe's hands fell into her lap, and her face flashed through about a dozen wordless expressions as her mind tried to process my single word."Um...hot...wha...how...um...what?" she finally got out.It was her turn to be caught off guard. I reached out and gently placed my hand on her raised knee. "I admit, hearing that you watched us, and twice even, is no small thing to process. But..." I paused and adjusted my arousal as evidence, "...I also find it a...um...a total turn-on."A slow grin spread across her lips as she took in my movement and what I said. Then she sighed softly. "Seriously? Thank God. Me, too! I was so afraid I'd have to leave after telling you that.""Never!" I quickly replied. "Even if I was offended, there is no way I would ask you to leave over something like that. Besides," I leaned forward, too. "I think it's super hot that you watched us and got off at the same time.""Yeah?" she asked with clear hesitancy. "You don't think I went too far or am a total perv?""First, yes, it's super hot. No question there. Second, while this is yet again pushing boundaries, I..." I took a moment to find the right words. "I, um, kinda like it."Khloe smiled at that."And third, you are a highly erotic and sexual woman who has needs and curiosity. No, you are not a perv."Khloe sat back and was grinning broadly now. "Well, my fingers never seem to leave my needs unsatisfied," she joked in reply, using my same words."Oh, of that I am well aware!" I chuckled. "I've seen what they are capable of." Now we were both laughing in a friendly, conspiratorial way - like we did many times last summer. "Besides, If I heard you correctly on your first night here, you basically told Carla you'd be listening in and enjoying yourself in the process." I finished with smug look and a wink."Oh! You sneaky boy!" she chided with mock disdain. "You could hear us then, couldn't you? You know, we discussed some pretty private things that evening," she quickly fired back."Oh, I'm quite aware," I replied with an air of silly confidence."So, I assume you heard a few things you liked, huh?" Khloe asked, continuing the game with her own entertained grin.I contemplated my reply carefully, then in a more delicate tone, "Let's just say that I found it quite interesting and...educating."Khloe raised her eyebrows at my reply but didn't say anything. She only looked at me with a mixture of composure and curiosity, as if she both knew more than me and wondered at what I found so interesting. Then, putting her feet on the floor and standing quickly, she took a step and put her hand on my shoulder. "Well, as invigorating as this long-needed conversation has Escort bayan Ankara (http://ankarakuryetel.com/) been, I am going to go for a run before it gets too hot. But, just think about this..." She let her words linger in the air as she knew she had my full attention. She then leaned close to me and in a quiet voice laced with sexuality, she added, "Carla has known I watched you from the first night. She saw me watching."I had no words. I simply sat in stunned, turned-on silence as Khloe saunter back into the house.:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::I sat there completely wordless. Stunned into reflection and wonder. Carla, my Carla, had not only known that Khloe might be listening and masturbating, but she knew Khloe had watched us! She had seen her at least once. The questions buzzed through my brain like an electric swarm. Did Carla like being watched? Did she enjoy playing the exhibitionist? Did she like knowing Khloe was masturbating? On occasion, we'd forgotten to close our door in the past, but had she been leaving it open the last few days on purpose? Did she bring Khloe's name into our sex on that first night because she knew our house guest was listening...or maybe even watching? With the way she asked me about Khloe and wanting to watch her, did she secretly know about our masturbation last year? Did she find Khloe's masturbation a turn-on like I did? I had now heard her confess to enjoying masturbation, but were there even more secrets to her sexuality to discover?The past three nights Carla had come to bed hornier than she ever had. For some reason, having a wine-soaked conversation with Khloe seemed to spark something in Carla, something visceral and sexual and needy. Oh, I'm not complaining. We hadn't had sex three nights in a row in a long time - and dear Lord the sex! It wasn't just love-making. At times it was passionate, raw, mind-blowing, boundary-pushing, fucking. She had brought Khloe's name into our room again on the second night, asking this time if I'd like to taste Khloe as I happened to be sucking her clit and labia into my mouth. I nearly exploded. And then, there was the mutual masturbating. We have always enjoyed touching each other in our lovemaking, but now it seemed like our hands were everywhere at once, helping each other touch and feel and finger and stroke. At one point the previous night, Carla and I both had a hand around my cock and a finger buried deep in her pussy as our bodies writhed together toward orgasm. And now, to have learned that on top of all of that, my wife knew that we were being listened to, watched, and masturbated to - this was quite the arousing revelation, especially since it didn't seem like she was just aware, but that she may be even enjoyed it.Needing to clear my head, I made my way inside to find Carla and Khloe chatting in the kitchen. Carla was still in her sleep clothes: a thin camisole and a sexy pair of shorts, much like what Khloe had on earlier. One of my favorite pairs, actually. And, Khloe had changed into a pair of running shorts and a bright pink sports bra. I could just make out the tips of her nipples poking against the fabric. As I made my way through, the girls paused their conversation and looked my way. While neither said anything, their looks spoke volumes. Carla gave me an affectionate yet knowing smile, like she was looking forward to another round of playtime this evening. Yet, Khloe's visage told a slightly different story. Her eyes shown with a flirty intensity, and the grin on her lips spoke of something naughty, like she and Carla shared a secret I wasn't allowed to know. Combined, they made me feel like there was something going on I knew nothing about.Gathering my thoughts, I finally spoke despite their stares. "Um, I need to head to the store and pick up a few things for dinner. You guys need me to grab anything for you?""Nope," they both answered in near unison."Okay. I'll be back later. Love you, sweetheart. And, enjoy your run, Khloe.":::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :About an hour later, the garage door closed behind me with a quiet rumble. I sat in the car for a few extra minutes, working to clear my mind and to stop overthinking everything that seemed to be converging in my life: The one person I've seen naked outside of my marriage - and masturbated with - was now living with us and practically best friends with my wife. My wife seemed to be an avid masturbator along with the rest of us. I've been having some of the best sex in my life, but discovered that this live-in friend of ours had been watching and getting off to us. My wife had known about being watched and seemed to enjoy it. While it was all very stimulating and unquestionably exciting, it was a lot to process.I closed my eyes and took a long, deep breath. The stress and anxiety of the situation seemed to bleed away to a small extent. I did feel a little calmer. And, while I'd be lying if I didn't confess to worrying that this could blow up in all our faces, I forced my mind to focus on the possibilities and live more in the excitement of the moment.Taking another slow deep breath, I got out of the car, collected the bag of groceries, and walked inside."Hello," I announced in a cheerful voice. But I was only greeted with a curious silence.I made my way to the kitchen, put the groceries away, and even gave another, "Hello, anyone?" Yet, I found no one.Finally, I made my way into the living room and glancing around, I noticed that Khloe and Carla were deep in discussion on the patio. No wonder the house had felt empty. I stood there for a few minutes, just watching them through the tinted sliding door, as they hadn't noticed me yet. They seemed to be discussing something important, maybe something deeply personal. Each had a focused look on their face, and while neither appeared upset, they both seemed very engaged in whatever it was they were discussing.I watched as Carla reached over and took Khloe's hands in her own. It was a friendly gesture like she was Bayan escort Ankara (http://ankarakuryetel.com/) giving her comfort. But, it also felt intimate, like the two women were sharing something emotional and private.I started to step away, but at just that moment, both women rose and started to head indoors as well. Having already gone part way down the hall, I was out of sight when they opened the door and came inside. Like the first night, Khloe stayed with us, some curiosity inside me didn't want them to know I was home yet. With my inquisitiveness overpowering my voyeuristic guilt, I stayed silent and positioned myself where I could watch and listen.After getting a pair of drinks from the kitchen, the ladies settled on the couch facing one another, apparently ready to continue their conversation in a cooler environment."Holy shit, I can't believe how hot it's gotten lately. Fifteen minutes even in the shade and I feel like I'm melting," Khloe complained as she wiped her sweaty brow and took a sip from her ice water. She was still wearing the same running clothes from before and looked quite cute, albeit rather sweaty. Moreover, when she had sat down on the couch and pulled her legs up crisscross, her thin running shorts barely covered more than her panties underneath.With an exaggerated nod, Carla agreed, "Tell me about it. I feel like this shirt is clinging to me." At that, she pulled her damp camisole forward and wafted in some of the air-conditioned air to cool her skin."Well, thanks for sitting out there with me while I caught my breath from my jog. You didn't have to, and we both know it's sweltering. But, talking with you has become something I really appreciate, so thank you." A more contemplative look came to Khloe's face. "I feel like we could talk about anything, and it would be safe."Carla gave an affectionate and appreciative smile as she settled into the couch facing Khloe. "Oh my God, of course. I love talking with you, too, and I totally agree. We really could talk about anything." Her smile shifted, and a hint of mischievousness now shown in her eyes. "And we often do, don't we!" She even wiggled her eyebrows for effect.They were both giggling now as Khloe chimed in, "Sure do! It's not every day I talk about...well, masturbation with someone!""And, believe me when I say I'm pretty sure I appreciate these talks as much as you do. They um..." Carla's voice lowered some, and she bit her lip. Then, "...they get me super turned on, if you can't tell."Khloe hunched, bounced a little in her seat, and excitedly replied, "me too!" Then, after her own moment of consideration, she lowered her voice and shared, "actually, the past three days have been some of the best masturbation and orgasms I've had in months."Now it was Carla's turn to bounce a little. "Same for me!" She said with enthusiasm as she wafted her shirt again. "I mean, God, by the time evening hits, I can't keep my hands off of Matt. Our conversations have me so turned on, I swear I'm wet even before he touches me."A grin crept across Khloe's face that was halfway between embarrassment and intimacy. Then with a very quiet, nearly trembling voice, Khloe replied, "Yeah, I could see that."A quiet filled the room as these words were spoken. I could instantly tell that the conversation had taken a new turn for the friends. Then, in the same voice, she continued, "I guess I should...um...say thanks for, you know, leaving your door open for me. I've really enjoyed..." But her voice faded completely.Then to my astonishment, Carla answered, mirroring Khloe's hushed and apprehensive tone. "Listening and watching?" she finished for her.Khloe bit her lip again and just nodded."Well...um...that's why I left the door open," Carla added, speaking very slowly.Khloe's lip-biting broadened into a grin. "I hope you didn't mind, and...um...maybe even liked me watching, too?"I could tell both girls were equally enjoying the conversation and yet being careful with their confessions. It was like they were tentatively revealing more bit by bit while simultaneously not wanting to say too much.Carla just sat there, now biting her own lower lip and taking a few deep breaths. The air in the room was still and had a thick weight to it. Then, after mulling over her answer, she finally responded with a quiet but confident, "I did."Those two small words caused an avalanche in more than one way.First, my mind exploded with thoughts. Here I was again discovering more about my wife's sexuality and pleasures that I had never known. Hell, I doubt Carla or I could have even imagined these ideas a week ago, much less ever thought of playing them out. The very idea of my rather conservative wife becoming an exhibitionist was mind-altering and an unforeseen turn-on. Even while I was still processing this new idea, I noticed the arousal flowing through me. Finding my shorts suddenly uncomfortable, I adjusted my growing hardness down the leg.And second, those two simple words seemed to unlock something between the horny friends. Carla had looked up from her feet and into Khloe's eyes just as she said them. The two just stared at each other for a long moment, grinning with acceptance and kindness. Then, Khloe leaned forward, wrapped her arms around her friend, and pulled her into a long hug.After releasing her, all the tension that had built was gone; they both started talking in a flood. It was as if the broken tension shattered the inhibitions they had been hiding behind. Khloe's voice was now jovial and buoyant. "That is so good to hear," she said through a broad smile. "I mean, holy shit, I can't even describe how hot it is hearing you two, watching you, and...and touching myself. It feels...it feels...electric and intimate and erotic all at once, and so...fucking amazing," she spoke quickly but nearly moaned the last two words."I know!" Carla replied with equal excitement, "it's the same for me!" Neither of the girls could even sit still as they talked. "I would have never in a million years imagined that I would like being watched, but good lord it's so freaking hot! Knowing that you've been watching me makes me feel...I don't know...nervous and excited and sooo turned on. I feel kinda like I'm performing, or like you're somehow a part of it. I mean, that's why I kept bringing up your name that first night. I thought you might just be listening as we joked about."