Polyamory — Erotic Fiction

Her Best Friend Became My Bed Friend

It was a moment I never would have expected to feel, let alone share with my wife and her best friend.

I awoke with a start, my heart pounding and my throat dry. The room was dark, and for a brief moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. Then, a soft, feminine laugh drifted through the air, and I realized I was in my bed at home.

The laugh belonged to my wife, Mia. She was curled up next to me. It took me a moment to gather my thoughts, and when I did, I realized that Ava was sprawled out on the other side of me, her long, dark hair fanning out across the pillow and face.

She lay mostly face down; her slender arms were wrapped around a fluffy body pillow. I gazed at her slightly elevated naked ass, and my cock stirred.

“You’re staring, aren’t you?” Mia’s voice was playful.

“Maybe,” I replied, then glanced over at her.

Mia was facing me, her eyes watching me intently in the dim light.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” she purred, tracing her fingers along my chest. “How do you feel today?” she asked, her voice laced with mischief.