The Fifth Wheel

A laugh echoed around the dinner table, followed by a quiet but familiar hint that the night was coming to a close. Empty bottles of wine and plates filled the table. I sat opposite my best friend Andrea and her husband Richard, trying to catch the signal that it was time to leave. After much convincing, I had accompanied them to dinner at their friend's place. My normal Saturday nights consisted of me snuggled up in a blanket watching k-dramas on Netflix and swiping left on men with pictures of large fish. Apparently, I needed to be more "Social" my friends kept telling me, otherwise I will become an old cat lady. What was so wrong with that I didn't know, but anyway, here I was. Out and about at a dinner with two couples, sitting here as the fifth wheel.

"I hope you enjoyed your meal," Thomas said to me, smiling across the table. He was 10 years older than me. Mid 40s, but had not lost any of his looks. His beard, now slightly greying, was trimmed neatly, and he wore glasses. His wife, Abby, was closer to my age. Mid thirties, brunette with her hair back in a tight bun.

"It was wonderful. Thanks for having me." I said politely back to him.

"You are most welcome. We were going to have a nightcap in the lounge if everyone would like to join?" he said, looking over at the rest of the table.

My eyes flashed over to Andrea, who stared back at me. I saw her mouth the words "Come on," and I knew there would be no changing her mind.

"We would love to!" Andrea said, as she sprung up from her chair and pulled her husband, Richard, by his hand over to the lounge. He looked at me and rolled his eyes, just so only I could see. I grinned back.

We moved into the lounge room and sat around their coffee table on their couch and recliners. Richard sat in-between me and Andrea, and Abby sat across from us. Thomas entered the room a few moments later carrying a tray of what looked like brandy glasses.

"Ooh fancy Tom. Are you trying to get us drunk?" Andrea said with a devilish smile, scooting over to signify him to come sit down next to her. He set the tray down and handed everyone a drink before sitting down next to Andrea. She whispered something into his ear, and he laughed. She had been flirting with him all night, and right in front of her husband. I caught Richard's eye, and he looked over at me and shrugged.

"So tell us, what is it like being single in 2026?" Abby said, after taking a sip of her brandy and setting it down.

"Oh, you know, Alot of ghosting and bad dates. Not much has changed." I said.

"A girl as pretty as you should have all the boys chasing her. Or maybe girls?." Abby said, grinning.

I felt the blood rush to my face. I was always terrible at receiving compliments, and especially in front of a group like this. I was about to respond when I saw something from the side of my eye and my jaw dropped. Andrea and Thomas were kissing. And this was just not some kiss, this was deep and passionate.

"Andrea! What the hell?" I shouted, standing up.

Andrea pulled her face away from Thomas and looked at me with a sly smile.

"What is wrong, lovely?" She said.

"What do you mean what is wrong? You are kissing another guy in front of your husband!"

"Oh he doesn't mind. Do you baby?" She said turning towards her husband.

"Fine with me" he said. Looking over at me and smiling. She gave him a small kiss and then she turned around and continued kissing Thomas who now had was moving his hands over her body. Suddenly I felt very stupid and sat down abruptly. This had been no ordinary dinner party. All the flirting and innuendo during the night now made perfect sense. My best friend and her husband were swingers!

Abby stood from her seat and moved towards us, and without hesitation sat directly down on Richard's lap face to face and began kissing his neck. He let out a slight moan, and I sprung once again to my feet standing there not fully sure what to do. Sure, I had always been attracted to Andrea and Richard, but they had always been totally off limits. No-go zone. As far in the friend zone as someone could be. But, why had they invited me to this? I backed until I felt the recliner behind me and sat down, opposite the two couples now both passionately kissing each other's partners. This felt so wrong. This was my best friend! Did I really want to be involved in this? But why couldn't I look away?

Thomas had unbuttoned Andreas shirt and had slowly taken it off her, and now she was in nothing but a miniskirt and red bra. The very bra I had helped her pick out. He began kissing down her neck, carefully and deliberately, before moving down onto his knees in front of her while she lay back on the couch. He reached his hands over her skirt and tugged, pulling off both her panties and her skirt in one movement. Andrea let out a little squeal in excitement, letting her panties and skirt slide down her legs and onto the floor. She spread her legs apart as Thomas moved his mouth towards her pussy. She gripped his hair and moaned out loud as his tongue found her clit. Next to her Richard had lay back on the couch and was about to take off his pants. He looked over at me with a small smile and I felt my pussy twitch a little. There was no denying, he was hot. I had imagined what his cock looked like a few times. I may have even touched myself thinking about him. But for this to be actually happening didn't feel real.

He pulled down his pants and his cock sprung up, freed from the cage of his pants. It was huge and way more beautiful than I could have imagined. A sigh of ecstasy escaped my lips as I leaned back in the chair and put my finger in my mouth, unable to contain my lust. My pussy was soaking wet now, and I had to touch it. I slid my hand down my pants and leaned back in the recliner, feeling the wetness against my fingers. I moaned as I watched Abby slowly suck Richard's cock as he closed his eyes and leaned back in pleasure, his body twitching. Andrea looked over to me still gripping Thomas's hair as he ate her pussy and slowly licked her lips and then seductively smiled at me before closing her eyes and moaning as Thomas took up speed.

My pants were getting in the way, so I slipped them off, and threw them on the ground. Before moving my fingers back over my clit, watching my best friend get pleasured. Andrea and Richard began kissing as the couple worked on them, both half moaning, half kissing in pleasure. I hadn't noticed, but Thomas had taken off his pants and his cock was rock hard. He stood up from his kneeling position and put one leg up on the couch as my best friend sucked his cock, cradling his balls with her right hand. I caught her eye, and she gave me the chef's kiss signal, which I couldn't help but giggle at while stroking my clit. I didn't care if this was awkward or wrong. It felt so fucking good and I could watch them fuck forever. Abby had crawled onto Richard's lap and was riding him, her tits now out and bouncing in the dim light. Richard moaned, laying back. His hands supporting each side of her waist as she rode. Andrea had been flipped onto all fours and lay head down while Thomas fucked her from behind, his shirt was now off and his body slightly glistened with sweat as he took her, faster and faster.

I rubbed my clit faster in circular motions, moaning as each pulse came through my body in a wave of pleasure. The moaning in the room was a chorus of ecstasy as with a loud grunt Thomas pulled out his cock and came loudly all over my best friend's ass. It put me over the edge, and with a scream, I came harder than I had ever before, my entire body quivering with pleasure. I saw Richard watching me as I did so, and his eyes rolled back, and he came hard inside the beautiful woman riding him.

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"Thankyou for the wonderful night." I said to Thomas and Abby, who stood at the door of their home, smiling. Andrea gave me a little rub on the back.

"It was just what she needed." She said, winking.

"Until next time." Richard said, as we all turned to walk away into the darkness.