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."

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!

What made this even more thrilling was the novelty of watching this kind of film while lying in bed with two women. This was something I had never experienced before.

Above all that, with the lights out and only a faint light from the television illuminating the room, the seeds of desire quietly began to sprout.

Soon enough, indecent scenes began to play on the screen.

Bella was rather shocked at first. But in the next moment, she began to enjoy it. She narrowed her eyes, even reaching a hand between her legs.

Celeste gave me a nudge and teased, "Ernie, don't violate me even if you become aroused by what you see shortly."

Wrapped only in a bathrobe, Celeste's chest was partially exposed, and her fair-skinned thighs were on full display before my eyes. To make matters worse, she was leaning so close to me that the scent of her body filled my nose with every breath.

How could I possibly hold myself back with all these? After all, I was at an age where I was full of vigor. I was already starting to get hard.

The scenes on the television screen grew increasingly intense, and the lead actress's cries echoed throughout the entire room. Both women beside me let out soft moans in unison, making me ache with an uncontrollable itch. Those sounds were so enchanting that they made me melt with pleasure.

Suddenly, a pair of small, delicate hands got a tight grasp of what was between my thighs. I assumed it was Bella, who could no longer resist and wanted my help.

But the moment I glanced down, I realized it was actually Celeste! Not only was she holding onto me, but she was also pumping her hands up and down, sending electric waves of pleasure through my entire body.

All the muscles in my body tensed up as I did my very best to resist this bone-deep urge and to keep that moan from escaping me.

My wife was right beside me. If she saw what was happening…

It was a good thing that we were mostly in the darkness of the room, and Bella's attention was entirely on the television.

I let my body relax gradually, feeling the tenderness of Celeste's palms as my body began to heave along with her movements. As her movements became more vigorous, I couldn't help but let out a low groan.

Upon noticing something amiss, Bella shot me a sidelong glance. Instantly, she widened her eyes, staring at the scene before her in disbelief.

Washed over by a sense of awkwardness, Celeste pulled her hands back as quickly as she could. "Don't take it the wrong way, Bells. It wasn't intentional. I'm just used to holding onto something when I watch movies."

I was frightened out of my wits. Now that Bella had caught me red-handed, there was no way I could get away with it. But to my surprise, she responded in an extremely gentle manner.

Casually, she said, "I can help you if you want it. I'm your wife. What are you afraid of?"

I felt the tension leave my body immediately. I waved my hands repeatedly, saying, "No, that's not necessary. Let's get back to watching the movie."

The scenes on the television became increasingly explicit, to the point that my entire body began to burn with heat.

Then, out of nowhere, I felt a warm and snug sensation of being enveloped down below. It came with a sucking motion, accompanied by something slick and tender sliding all over me.

This sensation was just so stimulating and mind-blowing that I was on the verge of melting away. There was no way that was a hand. In fact, it seemed to be someone's mouth.

I turned my head toward Bella, only to see that she had her full focus on watching television. In that case, the only other possibility was…

I looked down, and as expected, Celeste was positioned between my legs with her head down, working hard.

Her skill was incredible. It was a full performance of skills I had never experienced before. It felt as though she were sucking the life out of my very core. I simply couldn't bear to pull away.

With her arms around me, Bella realized something was not right. Upon noticing the flush in my face, she turned to look, only to discover Celeste over the lower half of my body.

My heart was in my throat. This time, we weren't just playing around. It was happening for real!

That felt so good that I couldn't bear to push Celeste away at all. Deep down, I was extremely worried that Bella would fly into a rage. But far from being angry, she asked me instead, "How does it feel? Does it feel good?"

I stared at her in bewilderment and nodded. What was she thinking?

Right at this moment, she suggested, "Since it feels good for you, why don't you just let my best friend take care of you?"