My Wife's Hot Bestie

Bella hummed a nonchalant acknowledgement, her eyes still fixed on her phone. Deep down, it was becoming clearer that Celeste was more beautiful and understanding in comparison.

After I entered the bathroom, I noticed Celeste had her hair draped over her shoulders, and she radiated a fresh fragrance.

I couldn't be sure if it was because the space was limited or because she had done so intentionally, but to my surprise, she actually brushed right against my crotch right when she stepped out the door.

When her tight and supple heat grazed against me, a shiver raced through me. She felt so plush and large. That sensation felt a hundred times better than my wife's.

I was dressed thinly in the first place. Plus, Celeste was only wearing a bathrobe, so it felt like there was nothing between us at all. Though subtle, I could feel the warmth of her body.

As for Celeste, she, too, gave a tiny shudder. She looked at me, smiling as she said, "Sorry for brushing against you accidentally. You're a bit bigger than I imagined."

Absolutely delighted on the inside to hear that, I smiled. "S-Same goes to you," I replied.

Celeste smiled even brighter as she strutted back into the room, swaying her hips while doing so. As she sat on the bed, she fixed her eyes on me.

Under her stare, my body felt unusually feverish, as if I was about to be swallowed by a ball of fire. I took my clothes off while she watched on, drawing out that sizable member of mine, presenting it right before her eyes.

This feeling of exposing myself before an outsider just made me feel so shy. I felt even more excited knowing that my wife was just lying right beside the woman. Unexpectedly, the surge of exhilaration caused a slight, warm flow to trickle from there.

Right at this moment, Bella set her phone down without warning and directed her gaze toward the bathroom. She shrieked, "Oh my, how classy is this hotel that they've used transparent glass? It's completely see-through!"

I felt a sudden sense of dread. My wife had witnessed the whole scene of me exposing myself to Celeste!

I quickly turned on the shower and pretended to shower. Deep down, anxiety ate at me. Bella must have guessed that I had spied on Celeste while she was showering in the bathroom.

Sure enough, she questioned me with intention after I came back out from my shower. "Others could see everything while you were in there showering. Aren't you embarrassed at all?"

Nervously, I answered, "That's not my fault. I didn't know that the glass was see-through."

Bella then pointed toward Celeste. In an interrogative tone, she asked, "Were you also spying on my best friend while she was taking her shower earlier?"

I felt absolutely uncomfortable being stared at by my wife like this. If I denied it, I would make myself appear hypocritical. But if I admitted to it, I would be so embarrassed.

I was stuck, not knowing what to say.

Just then, Celeste gave my wife a pat on her thigh. In a nonchalant tone, she said, "There, there. It's not like Ernest did that on purpose. Don't put him on the spot, Bells. Besides, I don't blame him either."

All of a sudden, a smile broke on Bella's face as she gave me a wink. "I frightened you, didn't I? I was just asking. Why did you have to get so jittery? Celeste is my best friend—she's not an outsider. I won't have anything to say even if you spied on her."

Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief. Though, since when did my wife become so broad-minded? If this happened in the past, she was bound to kick up a fuss. But now, she was completely fine with me watching another woman.

Had she really become broad-minded?

Once Celeste sensed the tension in the air easing up, she grabbed both my wife and me, saying, "It wasn't easy for the three of us to get away for a trip. Let's not get upset. Look at the size of the TV in this hotel. I'll put a movie on for both of you."

She walked to the side of the television and streamed a movie from her phone. Following that, she switched the lights off.

The three of us lay comfortably on the king-sized bed. I lay in the middle while Celeste and Bella lay on my left and on my right, respectively.

Soon enough, the movie began to play. A string of words popped up on the screen—"Rated R".

I was all too familiar with this opening. I never would have guessed that Celeste was putting on a film like this for us to watch!