The Benefits of Friends

It was finally finished, the landscaping was done,
When I spied Jane and Lucy, two soccer mums,
Out for an evening stroll, sporting gaudy gym gear,
I gestured, a friendly wave, as they drew near.
 
They stopped and they chatted, admired the scene,
Freshly laid turf, lush springy and green,
A new front fence, the cute picket kind,
And an elaborate front garden, cleverly designed.
 
Jane was a redhead, the slim athletic type,
Lucy a brunette, a contrast: curvy and ripe,
Both in mid-thirties, both married mums,
Close friends of my wife, her favourite chums.  
 
Both were quite interested, and since they had time,  
We toured the grounds, and renovations inside,
We finished in the bathroom, complete with giant new spa,
Them making polite, appreciative, “oohs” and “ahs”.
 
The ladies were excited, they wanted a try,
But alas, no swimmers, so naked? Too shy!
So, the agreed solution, as seemed only fair,
They would use it together, while I waited downstairs.  
 
I went downstairs and I turned on the TV,
While upstairs, Jane and Lucy, giggled with glee,
Then Lucy called out, they had something to say,  
The ladies decided, they wanted champagne.
 
I arrived upstairs, with two glasses in hand,
And an impressive magnum, with ice bucket stand,
Saw Lucy and Jane, wallowing, in giggling fits,  
Soapy white bubbles, hiding their private bits.
 
They sent me away, back down the stairs,
While they continued on, with their giggling affairs,
Time slowly passed, while I watched more TV,
Until I was disturbed, by a new urgent plea.
 
Out of champagne! They needed more – fast,
The hollered, they begged, they pleaded, they asked,
I raced up the stairs, fresh bottle in tow,
Jane grabbed it before I could open it though.
 
Jane stood up, cocooned in soap suds,  
Cracked open the bottle, with an almighty flood,
Champagne gushed liquid and bubbles in great spits,
Washing the creamy white suds from her tits.  
 
Jane stood there naked, tits beaming with pride,
Sticky and glistening from the champagne supplied,  
Jane dropped the bottle, underwater it sunk.
The two ladies it seemed, were already quite drunk.
 
Could you get the bottle? They asked, ever so sweet,
You can get undressed, we promise, we won’t peek,
I stripped off quickly, put my clothes on a hook,
I climbed in, they both pretended, not to look.  
 
I searched the spa carefully, for the bottle by feel,  
I brushed Jane’s bottom, to delighted coy squeal,  
Lucy swam to me, with a grin and a wink,
Claimed she felt something: both long and thick.
 
Jane replied, that the bottle, should feel really hard,
Lucy’s grip tightened, I gasped: caught off guard,
Jane giggled, as Lucy pulled on my cock,
Lucy said it seemed soft, then hard as a rock.
 
Jane said, just by feel, you can’t always tell,
Sometimes you need other senses as well,  
Lucy asked, what would Jane recommend?
The best way to know, is to suck on the end.  
 
Wait, whoa! I protested, this was getting out of hand,
A bit of flirtation, my wife, well she’d understand,
But my wife, I imagine, would get quite a shock,
If she came home to find, Lucy sucking my cock!
 
Jane laughed, don’t worry about that silly old cow,
Your wife is at my place! With my husband! Right now!
Every Tuesday, the three of them, they like to screw,
That’s right, Lucy’s husband is there fucking her too!  
 
Lucy nodded in agreement, and said with a grin,
And sometimes, Jane and I, well, we like to join in,
This can’t be, I protested, that’s just not my wife,
This is ridiculous, impossible, she’s just not the type.
 
Okay, let’s call your wife, and see what she’ll say,
And what she thinks of our little foreplay,
Hey darling, it’s Jane here, you’re on speaker phone,
My wife replied, hey there! Are you coming home?
 
Well Jane replied, not for a few hours, I hope,
But your husband, well, he is being, a bit of a dope,
I ‘m sure, that to you, this won’t come as a shock,
I’m naked and horny, and I need his hard cock.
 
So… what is the problem? I heard my wife say,
Our arrangement is: anything goes, on Tuesday,
The problem, Jane said, as a matter of fact,
Your husband doesn’t know about our swinging pact.
 
What? My wife exclaimed, with a cry and a shriek,
I thought you two had been fucking for weeks!
Oh my god! Oh my god! Said my panicking wife,
He won’t forgive me for this, I’m in so much strife!
 
Relax! Jane shouted, Lucy’s here too,
Between us both, well, we know what to do,
We can handle it, no problem, there is no cause for fuss,
Just give us your blessing, then leave it to us.
 
Please take care of my husband, my wife quickly replied,
Just save my marriage, I’m desperate, she cried,
Lucy and Jane, I’m counting on you,
Only the most mind-blowing threesome will do.
 
Don’t worry, Jane said, my blow jobs are first class,
And Lucy, as you know, loves cock in her arse,
We’ll give your hubby, a night, he’ll never forget,
Goodnight my lovely, now get off to bed.  
 
Thank you! My wife cried, that’s a weight off my chest,
You wonderful sluts, goodnight, you’re the best!
Goodnight, Lucy said, see you tomorrow, at work,
Jane hung up the phone, with a satisfied smirk.
 
You see, Jane said, your wife’s not so sweet,
She’s our favourite tart, and we all love to cheat,
I couldn’t believe it; I was totally stunned,
Jane and Lucy converged… Time for some fun!