It Doesn't Always Work As Advertised
I honestly don't know when my wife got her number, must have been the first night we met her - we were at that bar for awhile and I had enough to drink to have to hit the bathroom more than a few times, and each time I came back to find Jenny and Amy a bit drunker and having a great time like they were best friends.
So Amy calls Jenny and sets up our "date" for dinner at a nice restaurant and drinks, the plan is that I'm to drop Amy off with Jenny and then join them in a bit. I'm nervous, so I killed about an hour and then showed up. The girls are again like best friends and they both start flirting with me throughout the night pretty much from the get-go. A lot of light touching, compliments, jokes. It feels pretty good.
I ate very little, the girls had their fill and then dessert (of course) and it's getting late. Amy recommends we all go for a walk back to our hotel, and so a girl on each side of me holding my hand, we leave. Wow. Feeling like a million bucks for sure.
We get back to the hotel, and we're still flirting and goofing around and it feels pretty natural. Lots of playful touching, Jenny showing us her hidden tattoos (all around some very sexy matching black lace underwear). And just like that, I have two beautiful women in their underwear pulling off my clothes down to my boxers.
The image of these two women, blonde in black underwear, brunette in a pink thong and no bra (my wife's amazing perky tits defy gravity) is burned in my mind. The two of them are holding hands and walk to the bed, my heart is pounding. And then we're all kissing playfully, slowly, and I'm grabbing anything I can get my hands on - it's incredible to just slide my hand up the back of both of their necks and pull the to me to kiss, or to each other, just moving them around feels powerful.
Jenny is naked at this point - pierced nipples of course, and she takes off my wife's underwear with her teeth while pulling my cock through my shorts to get me to come to them from the edge of the bed. And that's the moment I see my wife just stiffen, the smile on her face gone. I look over as Jenny pulls my boxers down and grabs my cock as I'm standing up, her mouth open and looking at Amy as she gets ready to take me in. Yes, something isn't right.
Wife runs to the bathroom, full tilt. Slams the door. Jenny and I immediately stop what we're doing and go to the bathroom door. Locked. Silence for many moments, then I can barely hear it but Amy is sobbing. Mood killed, 100%.
Eventually, Amy lets Jenny in (still naked) and I can hear them talking. Jenny had me wait outside. Probably a half hour later, they both come out and Amy runs to me for a comfort hug (not sexy). Jenny gives me a look, and I know this is done. We all get dressed, Jenny says her goodbyes and she's gone.
Amy tells me it just got too real and she couldn't take it and it hurt her in a way she didn't expect. We really didn't sleep much that night, a lot of tears shed, worries she's ruined my birthday, even an offer to just let me nail Jenny without Amy there so she wouldn't have to see it. Of course at this point I turn her down, I also realize how drunk Amy had got by how much like alcohol she smells. Eventually we sleep.
So yeah, that happened, and then didn't happen. I'm not mad, I love this woman and was frankly shocked she even suggested this at all since she's so vanilla most of the time. I do have the image of her and Jenny together, though, and the realization that Amy almost got wild. I won't push it again, though, as it's really caused some damage to her self-esteem and it's been a hard few months since (compounded by COVID, of course). 2 out of 10 would not recommend.
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