Morning FMF: Wife’s Friend Joins Our Bed Fun

So, you know how some mornings just start off ordinary, but then life throws you a curveball—well, I woke up to way more than just the smell of coffee, because my wife’s friend had quietly slipped under the covers with us, and honestly, the way we found my wife’s friend in bed that morning was pure chaos in the best way. There was this playful, sneaky tension in the air as her hand grazed my arm, and my wife, half-asleep, just giggled and pulled her closer, making it clear this was happening. The lingerie she’d worn the night before was still on, all lace and straps, and suddenly there was this unspoken rhythm between the three of us—hands wandering, soft sighs mixing with the sheets. I remember feeling her breath on my neck while my wife kissed my shoulder, and the whole thing just flowed naturally, like we’d done it a hundred times. No awkwardness, just a slow, heated tangle of bodies, plenty of whispered encouragement, and the sound of us moaning together until the sun was fully up.