My Wife's Hot Bestie

My name is Ernest Brandt. I plan on traveling to Zamia with my wife, Bella Ross, to spend our honeymoon together over the holidays.

What I don't expect is that Bella's best friend, Celeste Fulton, insists on tagging along.

Astonishingly enough, there's only one bedroom with a double bed left in the hotel…

Celeste Fulton was my wife's best friend. I had never met her until we were at the airport. With luggage in hand, she headed toward us, radiating friendliness.

She was dressed to kill in a tight-fitting dress that showcased her rounded bosoms, while the dress stretched tight over her lush bottom. On top of that, she had a pair of black stockings that stretched over her legs.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. I had no idea my wife, Bella Ross, had a best friend who was so incredibly sexy.

After boarding the plane, the three of us occupied seats in a single row. From the corner of my eye, I stole a glance up Celeste's skirt, looking at the narrow space between her juicy thighs. I was truly so tempted to pry her legs apart and bury myself deep inside her.

Nonetheless, my wife was just sitting right next to me. I would never have the guts to do so.

As I compared Celeste's figure to my wife's, they were basically worlds apart. Bella was dressed in a tacky shirt, and her chest was so flat that they offered zero tactile stimulation when I caressed them.

Celeste, on the other hand, had such voluptuous bosoms that they were busting out of her lingerie, with her spillage bulging toward her underarms.

Oh, how I wished I could rip those garments off her to see what was underneath!

We soon landed at Zamia and arrived at the hotel we had reserved. There were just too many guests on this national holiday, so all their rooms were booked, leaving us with one last room—one with a king-sized bed.

My heart raced at the thought of being able to share the same bed with Celeste at night.

The moment we entered the room, Celeste set her luggage down and removed her shoes, revealing a pair of adorable feet still wrapped in black stockings.

"I'm beat after being on that flight the whole afternoon. I'm gonna take a shower first."

After saying that, she headed into the bathroom.

I, too, was tired from the journey all afternoon. I sat down on the bed and removed my jacket. As I was about to unwind a little, I opened my eyes, unable to believe what I saw.

The bathroom at this hotel was separated just by clear glass!

I could see everything as Celeste undressed herself in the bathroom. She first bent forward to peel the stockings off her legs. Then, she slipped the dress off her, exposing her pink lace bra.

Right after that, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. A pair of supple globes sprang free, leaving me absolutely astonished.

In an instant, a scorching heat burned in my groin.

Next, she stripped her panties off, and a dark patch became visible through the glass.

At this moment, the body I had been obsessing over all day was now laid completely bare before my eyes. I looked back at Bella, who was lying in bed and scrolling on her phone, paying no attention to the bathroom.

Relieved that she hadn't noticed, I continued peering at Celeste. She tilted her head back, enjoying the sensation of the water that rained over her from the showerhead as she ran her hands over her skin continuously.

Water slicked her entire body, tracing her curves, highlighting the perfect contours of her figure. I had to admit—her figure was a masterpiece, one I had only ever seen in movies. In fact, this was my first time seeing such perfection in person.

Not only had a bulge formed between my legs, but I was also crawling with a restless itch within. The fire of lust made all my insides tingle, making me wish I could get a taste of a masterpiece like her!

Just then, Celeste suddenly noticed I was peering at her. The bathroom glass wasn't a one-way glass, so she could see out just as I could see in.

This was bad! I quickly turned my head to the side, pretending as if nothing had happened.

Instead of reacting in anger, Celeste actually flashed me a smile. She faced me squarely and lifted a leg. Then, she positioned the showerhead beneath her to rinse herself, giving me an unobstructed view of her most intimate parts.

My jaw dropped. Was this how liberal she was, not seeing me as an outsider at all? When did my wife become best friends with her?

I was in such luck!

I watched Celeste, a smirk also playing on my face. At this moment, my wife had her full attention on her phone, completely oblivious to what just happened.

It didn't take long for Celeste to be done with her shower. She wrapped a bath towel around her and was just about to emerge from the bathroom when I retrieved my clothes from my luggage and said to Bella, "I'm gonna take a shower too, honey."