Rarely am I as gobsmacked as I was at that moment. I really didn’t know how to respond. We had never talked about me being shared, and certainly not with Nancy, who was a best friend to both of us.
We have been very close friends with Nancy for at least fifteen years. She has been single as long as we’ve known her. She is six years older than Claire, and four years older than me, however most people would never guess her age based on the way she looks and acts. She has a great look. She just recently changed her hair to silver/white from a reddish brown, because she got tired of coloring it every other week. It’s a great new look for her. She has a great sense of humor and is always fun to be with. We routinely run around together, seeing each other every other week at a minimum.
I’ve always thought she was a very hot and sexy, mature lady, but then I prefer ladies that are at least fifty plus. She has a voluptuous figure with curves that make you want to hug her. I’ve always fantasized about finding her completely nude in bed and snuggling up to her soft body. She and I have flirted on just about every occasion that we’ve been together. We have a tradition of slow dances together at holiday parties. We’ve always done little things like a peck on the lips or cheek when we see each other or hold hands when we’re walking down the street. I’ve also been known to sneak a pinch of her butt, which always makes her giggle.
Claire has never been bothered by my paying attention to Nancy. I’ve never done so at her expense, and she always is top priority for my attention. However, just being defensive, my mind raced trying to find an appropriate response to Claire’s question about sharing me with Nancy that would not result in me being cut off for the foreseeable future.
Claire laughed, and said, “I feel your answer.” Taking my erection in her hand, she vigorously rubbed the head of my cock up and down her lubricated pussy lips, just barely parting them, but I knew she was feeling it on her clit.
I remained silent and let her describe the fantasy as I leaned back and enjoyed the intimacy. Claire asked, “Can’t you see yourself with Nancy? The two of you look quite happy together when you dance. Just imagine that image, without clothes, in a bed.”
Claire added more coconut oil and continued stroking and rubbing my cock against herself, up and down her wet lips. She began making circles with my erection, spreading her lips with it, and pressing the head of my cock down on her clitoris. She began using it to tap her clit, making little, wet, slapping sounds. I loved the way it felt, as I felt Claire tighten, and have a small orgasm.
She sighed and laid back, relaxing. I leaned forward and massaged her inner thighs. She was slick with the coconut oil, and I spread it from the creases at the top of her thighs, down each leg where it joins her pussy, to beneath where her legs attach to her ass. She breathed a heavy sigh, as I moved my caresses to her lower abdomen and massaged her softly across her pelvis. As she relaxed, I asked, “What prompted you to suggest sharing me with Nancy?”