Fun with my Ex Wife's Best Friends

I was partying in a town near where I lived when I run into two of my ex-wifes friends

Estelle and George. It turned out their relationships had not panned out very well either.

Estelle and her boyfriend seemed on the rocks for as long as I'd known them, but George and his husband seemed tight. It did come as a bit of a surprise when he said they had split up.

We had a bit of a catch up but didn't go into it all too deeply. It was a night for fun and dancing, not dwelling on past failures.

It was strange but I actually enjoyed their company as singletons and I couldn't always say that when we were all coupled up.

There seemed to enjoy too much gossiping on who in their social groups were doing what for my liking. Maybe it was a distraction from their own issues.

Right now they were good humoured and great fun. They even had me up dancing and that didn't happen often.

Me and George were having a mock dance competition, which Estelle found hilarious. I was no dancer but was happy playing along.

George was unapologetically gay. He dressed well, took good care of himself and his dancing made me look like a fridge in comparison.

Estelle was attracting a lot of attention as usual. She was petite, slim with a great bust and youthful look about her. Unfortunately, for her, the attention was not wanted.

She came and danced close to me, then leaned in and as she whispered in my ear I felt the soft flesh of her breasts pressing up against my chest.

She felt great and I had to focus on what she was telling me before I let my mind wonder.

'Can you do me a favour and pretend to be my boyfriend?'

I smiled and said I could.

'Thank you!' She said with an excited bounce. 'Then these guys might actually leave me alone now.'

She leaned in close, put her arms around me and we swayed together. I put my hands on her waist.

'If not, maybe you could snog George.'

She laughed. 'I don't think anyone is going to believe he's my boyfriend.'

Bless George, he was very camp after a few drinks and made no effort to hide it. This was confirmed when he came behind me putting his hands on my hips. The three of us laughed and danced until closing time.

Estelle was competing with George for my attention. As the night out came to a close Estelle was not ready for the night to end. She told me to come back with her and George to see her new house. George would be staying over as he lived over an hour away now.

I wanted to go but I didn't want to appear too keen. I joked, that if she had a hot tub like the one at George's house, I would come over.

Her eyes sparkled as she proudly announced that she had a hot tub and that settles it.

The hot tub was warming up nicely and Estelle had given me the guided tour which finished in her bedroom so she could change into her two piece swimsuit.

She started undressing so I politely made my excused myself and would meet her downstairs.

'What are you going to wear?' She asked, stopping me in my tracks. I turned to face her but she was lifting her dress up over her head with her back to me. I immediately clocked that she had a cute little ass and the French knickers complimented it.

Before I could draw my eyes away, I noticed that she had clocked me watching her in a wall mirror. She smiled.

'I expect I'll just go au natural.' I lied, having no such intention and was merely faking boldness for a laugh.

Yet, her eyes sparkled again and I noticed her cheeks blushed a little red.

She undid her bra letting it fall to the floor but to my own amazement, I maintained eye contact with her in the mirror. She smiled at me, almost like it was a test.

'I'll... ermm, just go make sure George isn't getting into too much trouble.'

'Tell him you're going in naked. He'll be over the moon about that.' She called out as I closed the door behind me.

That had no doubt, but it would be boxer shorts for both me and George. Estelle looked incredible in her swimsuit that revealed just enough to leave any heterosexual man wanting to see more.

The tub was very relaxing and I listened as Estelle and George swapped stories. They had known each other since they were teenagers. I'd only known them both for ten years but was able to recall a story that got George in trouble with my ex-wife.

'Did you know Estelle that once upon a time when I was first dating Jo, George actually put his hand in my lap and squeezed my penis.'

Estelle looked stunned. 'Oh my God. You didn't?'

George buried his face in his hands, shaking his head before coming back brazenly.

Yes, I did!' He declared. 'Well, she told me that you had a big dick and I wanted to make sure she wasn't lying.'

'She told me the same.' Estelle chipped in.

'She wasn't lying.' George confirmed. 'I guess now we're single, I can squeeze it again.'

He saddled over and Estelle intervened and draped herself over me. 'Leave him alone.'

Her hands rested on my thighs and her body pressed against me briefly. When George backed off, so did she.

'Fine.' He said reluctantly. 'But let's at least play truth and dares at least.'

My attraction to Estelle was growing so I agreed to see where this might go.

I felt like the key to keeping the game going between me and Estelle was to give just enough to George to keep him interested.

George in his usual direct manner started the game and dictated the direction of the game.

'The host has to first. Truth or dare?' He asked.

Estelle chose truth without hesitation.

'What part of Mike's are you most attracted to?'

'Oh, wow! Straight to it.' She tried to sound confident and non plussed but her body language gave her away. She covered her body with crossed arms and didn't make eye contact with me whilst she pondered.

'In all honesty, it was your arms but then after seeing more of you in the, it has changed to your thighs. You have incrediblly big, strong thighs.' She said turning to me to at the end.

I nodded, in acknowledgement and offered my thanks.

'My turn.' She said keen to get her revenge on George. 'What is your favourite part of Mike?'

I laughed. 'It doesn't have to be just about me, you know.' I insisted.

'Oh that's easy. His big penis.' George said with a mischievous grin.

I rolled my eyes, half expecting that response.

He gave me a wink.

'What? You're wearing tight white boxer shorts in a hot tub, its not hard to see that bulge and know what's in there.'

It was my turn to feel a bit awkward. If he had clocked this then maybe Estelle had too. Maybe I'd shown more of me than I should have.

'Favourite part of Estelle's body?' He said, liberating me from my uncomfortableness.

I looked at Estelle who looked at me with those sparkley eyes and bit her lip in anticipation.

'Her smile.' I said knowing it would tease George and leave Estelle waiting more.

'So gay!' George blasted. 'I thought I was the only gay in this tub!' He declared before adding, 'now give the non-pussy answer.'

I laughed. 'Brilliant.' I said. Knowing the response was more reactive than I expected.

'Fine.' I paused, knowing that I had my answer but was thinking how to deliver it.

'Well, I'm not normally a boob man, but Estelle really does make me into one.'

Estelle smiled and the answered seemed to be taken well. She was good friends with my ex wife whose big ass was incredible and that was usually my preference. She looked satisfied that she had a equal counter to my ex wife's attributes.

'Yeah, that figures. She has great tits.' George summarised. 'Truths done. Dare round. Estelle, your dare is to massage Mike's thighs.'

Estelle's eyes widened. 'Err... right... Okay. I mean, I can but if Mike is okay with this?' She rebuked.

'Of course he is!' His eyes narrowed knowing that I would enjoy it and wanted something in return.

'It's fine.' I sat up out of the water on the side of the tub. This enabled Elle to stay in the water and George could watch.

I adjusted myself in my boxer shorts and rolled them up to the top, bunching my package up but also allowing extra flesh to be available.

I looked over to George who gave me a knowing and appreciative look. That was a tease for him and he knew it.

Estelle rubbed me from my knees to the top of my thighs, occasionally the inside too but always careful not to touch my genitals. The close proximity of her hands to them did make it challenging not to get aroused.

I looked at George who was studying my boxer shorts with unsubtle scrutiny. 'You'd be more comfortable if you took boxer shorts off.' He decided and was quite right in saying so.

'You first.' I challenged back. Forgetting who I was dealing with. I'd barely finished before he waved his boxers above the water line like a proud flag.

He remained laid back against the tub but his eyes closed from time to time and he breathed deeper. I got the impression underneath the bubbling water he was pleasuring himself whilst watching me.

Knowing he was enjoying me, seemed to give me pleasure and I was at least semi erect. There was no hiding that. The massage on my thighs felt great and I sensed that me and George were not the only ones getting aroused. Estelle's usual pale porcelain white skin meant the flushing of her cheeks stood out clearly. Her nipples were also now very hard and clearly protruding through her swimsuit.

Thankfully the massage stopped before I got completely aroused. I thanked her for the rub down as I lowered myself back in the water.

'Oh believe me, you are very welcome.' She said, trying to compose herself. 'Is it hot in here or is it just me?' She joked.

'So, George, your turn. You have to massage your favourite part of Mike.'

'Oh gladly.' He said sliding round the tub next to me.

'I'm joking. Sorry Mike.'

'No, it's not a joke. That's my dare.' George insisted.

Estelle looked at me unsure of how I would react. I shrugged and said it's not like it's the first time.

'Great.' Said George with a big grin.

I took my boxers off and put them on the side.

I felt his hand instantly between my legs, cupping my balls and then gripping my shaft.

'Its bigger than last time.' He said stroking me up and down. He closed his eyes and I suspected he was touching himself too. Curiosity got the better of me and I reached under the water for him. Sure enough he moved his hand away as I touched. He felt completely smooth, from balls to shaft. There was no mistaking he was hard and he felt smaller than me. He looked surprised when I touched him briefly.

'I had to do mine above the water.' Estelle reminded us.

I let go of George and he reluctantly let go of me. I hopped up on the side revealing a now throbbing erection.

'Oh, it is big.' Estelle agreed. Her hands too now beneath the water.

I looked uncertain. 'You say that but I'm sure it measured about 6 inches which is average.'

George took me in his hand and closed around, just managing to encircle it.

'Its the thickness that makes it big. I can barely close my hand around it. I can only imagine how it would feel inside me.'

I had no intention of fucking him. Thats where his luck would run out. He was smooth all over and if I was to fuck a guy, say I'd spent twenty years in prison or something and he was my only option, then yeah, maybe I would, but as I looked across at Estelle, I was getting more curious about her. Was she touching herself under the bubbling water, I wondered.

It was quite relaxing getting jerked off but it had been about five minutes longer than Estelle's turn and I wanted my dare. Especially if it was continuing along the current trend.

'Do you mind if I do my dare now?' I said looking across at Estelle.

George kept stroking me. 'You don't want me to continue?' He said slightly dejected.

'You can carry on as long as my dare is to massage Estelle.'

'Estelle, come over here and get your tits out.' George beckoned.

She sunk under the water and reappeared without a top. George got out the tub and sat to the side of me so he could carry on playing with me as Estelle stood between my legs. She turned around and stood up out of the water. I ran my hands up her sides until I reached her side boob and then cupped her in my hands. I had big hands and they were a handful and some. I caressed them softly at first before squeezing them a little harder and tweaking her nipples. She let out a little moan, which I enjoyed.

For the first time since games started, I felt like I was getting near an orgasm.

I decided to deviate from the game and let one hand slowly sink from her breast, down her tummy and onto her waistband.

I tweaked her nipple again and she moaned louder this time. I took that as my cue to let my hand slip below her tummy and between her legs. She parted them wider for me and moaned as I rubbed her through the thin material of the swimsuit.

I turned to George and whispered for him to do it slower. I didn't want to cum yet. He nodded and I felt his grip loosen and his strokes were slower.

This bought me time. I felt like Estelle was pretty close too. My circular motions with increasing pressure around her clit were making her moans louder and breathing shallower. She seemed to respond favorably the rougher I was with her tits and nipples so I upped the ante. I took my left hand off her body and yanked her hair, whilst taking my right from her pussy and put one hand on her throat.

I whispered in her ear. 'Take those bottoms off.'

She groaned and slid them off straight away.

I slapped both her tits and tweaked her nipples hard before exploring her pussy. She lifted her leg up allowing me unlimited access. I slid my hand down her slit before sliding a finger inside her and continued circling her clit with my other hand.

I turned to George, looked down at his hand and told him, 'I'm going to need this back now.'

He looked disappointment but let go. Believing his fun was up. He draped himself in his towel and walked back to the house.

With George out the way there was more freedom. I lifted her up onto the deck of the tub and laid her down on a towel. I parted her legs and watched her open up for me.

I kissed down the inside of her legs until I reached her sweet spot. I allowed my tongue to explore her before setting it down on her clitoris. I inserted just a tip of my finger at the entrance of her vagina to stimulate the nerve endings there and it wasn't long before she arching her back and writhing around as her orgasm built up and then hit.

After her orgasm I anticipated that she'd be more relaxed and would be able to recieve me more comfortably. I pulled myself on top of her and took her nipples in my mouth gently whilst she got her breath back.

I aligned my waist to hers but I got the sense that her sexual energy had dispersed.

Then she confirmed it.

'That was really nice. You certainly got a lot more for your dare than you bargained!' She said. 'But I think we need to stop here.'

'Oh okay. That's a shame!' I said trying my best to hide my frustration.

'I don't have sex with guys I'm not looking to get into relationship with and let's be honest. I can hardly date my friend's ex husband.'

'It's fine.' I said getting up and reaching for a towel. 'I'll just go use the toilet.'

Estelle covered her tits with her hands and closed her legs tight. I covered my erection as best I could and went into the house.

It felt like when there was competition for my affection, she was all flirty but once George had gone the fun wore off for her. That or she is typically a selfish princess in bed. I enjoyed feeling her up, tasting her pussy and making her cum but was expecting something in return.

I saw George in the bathroom in his towel brushing his teeth and I thanked him for the hand job.

'It hadn't actually finished yet.' He insisted with a cheeky smile.

'You want to finish it now?' I said plainly.

'I would love to.' He said enthusiastically.

I followed him into the bedroom and we removed our towels. I stood proudly to attention. George licked his lips.

'Actually, the hand job offer has just expired.' He said sinking to his knees.

'You can have this though.' He took me in his mouth and sucked me off masterfully.

Despite my size he could really go deep. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the experience regardless of it being administered by a guy.

Remembering how I had just been treated, I realised I couldn't just cum and leave him with nothing. He'd been good to me.

'Do you still want to fuck? I asked.

He looked up at me with eyes wide from surprise. Then nodded.

I helped him up and encouraged him into doggystyle on the bed. He was as smooth as any female I'd been with and has a nice bubble butt.

He handed me a condom and some lube. I applied it generously and pressed myself against his hole. We took it slow and I worked myself inside him. After a few minutes he was more comfortable and started pushing back. I took that as he was ready for a pounding so I gave it to him good and he was moaning quite loud the more we went on. I checked if he was okay. And he told me keep going. I out my hands on his hips and really landed deep. All of a sudden he was orgasming. His ass squeezed me tight like nothing I'd ever felt before and there was no stopping me exploding now, even if I wanted to. I let out a huge moan and would remember this orgasm for a while. All the teasing through the evening had been worth it.

Estelle clocked us through the gap in the door. She didn't look impressed.

'You're washing those sheets tomorrow, George.'

'Good luck, George.' I said accompanied with a mocking smile. I said my goodbye and went to gather my clothes and leave.

As I closed the door he called out, 'You can come fuck me anytime.'

As I left the house I wondered how long it would be before one of them confessed to my ex what had happened tonight.

And what sort of reaction that was going to cause.