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Real Good Friends
My husband Lucas and I like to tell each other stories during foreplay. We make up scenarios, fantasies that we know will get each other really hot and worked up. Sometimes those stories involve other people, and for a long time the other people in these stories were nameless, generic, supposedly attractive men or women who happened upon our intimate moments by complete coincidence.
One night, my husband was telling his story as he gently glided his fingers over my naked body, and he took things somewhere new. In his story, a woman walked in on us and was embarrassed. She had entered the house because the door was unlocked. This would have been weird for a stranger, but in THIS story, the woman was no stranger. It was one of our best friends, Bonnie.
When he first said her name, I almost told him no, that we shouldn't go there, but right as he told me who it was, he plunged his hand between my legs and tweaked my clit between his fingertips. I cried out and arched my back as Bonnie's pretty face and athletic body materialized in my head. I could picture her long, black hair, her thin lips and large, dark eyes. I imagined her subtle curves and large breasts. Lucas was describing her perfectly and, in his story, we called her into bed with us. I came quickly, he didn't even get to finish his story. He made some comment about how Bonnie had really done the trick. I was a little embarrassed, but quickly moved on with our erotic session which went on for quite some time without many words said, just lots of moaning and heavy breathing.
After that night, Lucas's story just wouldn't get out of my head. When we would hang out with Bonnie, and her husband, Tyler, I would catch myself looking at Bonnie and the story would come flooding back. She caught me staring a couple of times and I looked away awkwardly and obviously. It was involuntary, and I really hoped she wouldn't read anything into it.
One evening even got so bad that I had to pull Lucas into the bathroom for a quick fuck because I had gotten so wet thinking about it and I just couldn't take it anymore. Tyler wasn't bad looking either, and the next time it was my turn to tell a story, I had BOTH of them walk in on us together. I wasn't sure how Lucas would react to this, as he has always been more a fan of the two-girls-and-a-guy threesome fantasy, but he rolled with it and the sex was as hot as ever.
We continued expanding on the story for weeks when we were alone together and had some of the best sex of our lives. We would joke about what we would do if it ever happened for real and laugh about how absurd the notion was. We were generally attractive people, too. I have dirty blonde, shoulder length hair and a slim figure, C-cups and a well-trimmed downstairs. Lucas isn't a chiseled bodybuilder, but he stays in shape and has killer blue eyes. Regardless, neither of us assumed that this meant our friends were attracted to us in that way. That all changed when Bonnie and Tyler asked us if we wanted to go into the city with them one weekend; get dressed up and go to a fancy dinner, maybe see a play, and then stay in a hotel and drive back the next day. It sounded like a blast, and they said they would handle setting up all of the reservations and everything. We had some extra cash, so we agreed.
That weekend we all drove together and decided to head to the hotel first so that we could drop off our things and us girls could take our time getting dolled-up for our night out while the guys went and visited a cigar bar around the corner. Neither of the guys smoked, but it looked like a cool place and they were excited about it. Made them feel manly...I guess.
After Tyler and Bonnie checked in, we stepped up to the registration desk to check-in ourselves and Bonnie asked what we were doing. We told them we were checking into our room and they laughed. Tyler handed us room keys and said, *quot;We're in room 1432.*quot; They were both smiling. I looked at Bonnie and could have sworn that there was something else behind her smile, something different. *quot;We?*quot; I asked. Bonnie looked at Tyler, then responded. *quot;We got a two bedroom suite, that okay?*quot;
Now it was Lucas and I who looked at each other and then laughed. Yes, of course it was fine. It would be fun! But we were both thinking the same thing. It couldn't be what we thought it was -- could it?

The suite was amazing. King size beds in each room, an amazing walk-in shower and even a jetted jacuzzi tub. I noticed that there was only one bathroom. It was huge, but it was Jack