Loading...My wife Kate walked into the house first, naked. Lori, our good friend and down the street neighbor, followed closely behind. She was also naked and chuckled quietly as we climbed the stairs from the back deck to the house. I followed those two gorgeous derrieres into the cool kitchen. This had already been quite the afternoon. We had all been laying out in the back yard, getting some early spring sun on ourselves. We were all a bit pink. Some were stickier than others.
“I need to borrow your shower,” giggled Lori. “I smell funky … like Cabana Boy here.” She raked her fingernails on her chest above her breasts and shifted from one leg to the other, forcing her hip-bone to protrude on one side. I’ll admit, she looked sexy as hell.
“Thank you for the tip, madam,” I bowed slightly, emphasizing my Cabana Boy role. The image of my cock sliding between her breasts would be a “tip” for life. “I enjoyed every minute of it and will remember it for a … Very. Long. Time.”
Kate interrupted our little moment and grabbed Lori by the hand, “Come on, girl. Let me get you a fresh towel.” They turned and started to move in the direction of upstairs.
“I’ll start dinner, marinade the meat and get this bbq started,” I reminded them. Dinner needed to be next on the agenda. No matter what the evening had in store, we still had to eat.
Lori looked back over her shoulder and partly to Kate saying, “Ouh, first a Cabana Boy, now a Chef. When do I get to tip the Chef?”
Kate quickly replied, “Lori, you have a one track mind. Upstairs … March!” She pointed toward our upstairs bedroom with authority. Kate, being in control of most things, obviously knew what was next or at least what she wanted to happen. Lori and I seemed to be along for the ride at the moment and I watched the two of them climb the stairs, hand in hand. Kate leading. Lori following. They disappeared into the master bedroom, but left the door wide open.
My wife has been slowly changing. This attraction to women was both intriguing and bit scary. Too many what ifs go through my mind when I think about it. I needed to get my mind away from the negative and just be ecstatic about the here and now. This really was turning out to be an incredible day.
I turned my attention to the food. Now, I may be comfortable with my nudity, but I simply won’t cook, use sharp implements, and deal with hot pans and open flames while naked. So, I grabbed my jeans from the pile of discarded clothes and slid them on. I zipped carefully. I opened the fridge and took out the meat and another beer. A few minutes later, I heard the familiar sound of our shower mingled with talking and laughing.
I stopped for a second, stared back out at the lawn. The grass still had imprints of human bodies laying on towels. I thought about what had just occurred outside on this beautiful spring day. It all started innocently enough. You can read the previous story ‘Sunburned’ if you would like, but the Reader’s Digest version is this: I had decided to get some sun in my back yard. I thought I was alone for the afternoon. However, Lori stopped by the house unannounced and caught me asleep and nude. Instead of leaving, Lori boldly joined me. All of that was fine and fairly innocent, until Kate got home. And as is her penchant for twisted fun and voyeurism these days, egged Lori and I on until she gave me a hand job. I came while sliding my penis between her young, full breasts. Kate is turning out to be quite the voyeur and I think she enjoyed the show as much as Lori and I enjoyed performing it.
It really did happen. Right there in the yard were the grass imprints to prove it.
I came out of my little trance upon hearing the girls upstairs in the shower. It sounded like they were in there together. I was tempted to go take a peek, but I did need to get the food prepped for dinner. So, I took another big swig from my beer, turned on some satellite channel music, pulled the tri-tip out of the package, and made the marinade. I also trimmed up the artichokes and put them in the automatic steamer to be turned on later.
I was just finishing everything up when I heard Kate and Lori. I flipped the dishtowel off my bare shoulder and onto the counter and turned to see them coming down the stairs. They were stunning.
In the early days of my marriage to Kate, I would buy her lingerie a couple of times a year. Although Kate often chided me of buying the lingerie for me more than her, I like to think I have good taste. I’d try to purchase things she’d actually wear. They were usually silk teddies, sometimes matching bra and panty sets. Every once in a great while, it would be a body stocking of some sort (more for me than her). Over the years the lingerie was replaced with sweats and t-shirts as our life together became more about comfort and less and less about visual stimulation and turning each other on.
But lately, Kate has sparked. Something in her has turned up her playfulness. Her conservatism and inhibitions have gone away. Sex has never been better. We’ve quietly experimented and explored. And watching the two of them descend the stairs signaled what was next to come.
In front, Lori floated down the stairs wearing a silk, black teddy. Her hair was darker from the shower and her skin radiated with color. The teddy was a bit too big as Kate is tall with large breasts and Lori is fairly petit with, well, younger breasts. But they jiggled nicely as she stepped softly onto the floor at the base of the stairs. A thin strap from the teddy fell off her shoulder and briefly exposed the top of her left breast. She casually slid the string back up her shoulder. The silk fell to a couple of inches above her knee. She stood there and looked at me with a gleam in her eye.
Kate came down the stairs with much more authority. Her breasts actually bounced up and down while struggling to stay confined in one of my favorite black, lace bras. She wore the matching panties that rode high on her hips and then v-ed into a thong, enhancing her well rounded ass cheeks. Her long, dark hair was straight and slightly damp. Her skin, usually white, had a nice red tone to it, having obviously received more sun this afternoon than she typically allows. She stepped forcefully down at the stair landing, turned, and stood right next to Lori.
“Remember this?” Kate said as she pinched a bit of material from Lori’s lingerie at her hip. “This was one of your favorites.”
“I do remember it. I remember very well,” I answered. Somewhere from the recesses of my memory I could picture our first house with the fake wood paneling, a fire in a fireplace, and sliding those spaghetti straps off Kate’s shoulders. I don’t think she ever really wore lingerie for very long. “Yes. And it looks just as good on Lori, as it did on you.”
Lori grabbed the ends of the teddy and, in jest, curtsied deeply like a ballet dancer. The front of the teddy parted and exposed nearly all of her pert breasts. My eyes locked on her cleavage.
“And you, me dear wife, look stunning,” I said in an attempt to recover a bit and in hopes I wasn’t ogling Lori too much. Lori stood back up. Kate batted her eyes and winked.
“Yes, she does,” answered Lori for her. “And how can you not just stare at these breasts.” Then she turned and placed a hand under each of Kate’s breasts and squeezed them up and together. “And to think, Josh, you get to play with these all the time.” It was quite a vision to see Lori so blatantly fondling my wife’s breasts through her bra.
Kate looked down at her enhanced cleavage and put her hands on top of Lori’s, “Yes, Josh is a lucky, lucky man.” I’m not sure she was referring specifically to her breasts and there was an underlying meaning to that statement. Lori giggled.
I quickly deflected the comment, “And Lori must be one lucky friend. I take it you two had an enjoyable shower?”
Kate answered, “We are squeaky clean on all 2000 body parts.” Lori giggled again in a bit of embarrassment. This laugh was a bit louder.
“Now THAT sounds like a fun shower,” I replied.
“How’s dinner coming?” Kate said attempting to shift the conversation. Lori quickly scooted onto one of the six stools at the kitchen counter. The stools line a large bar on the dining room side of an open island that divides the kitchen from the dining area. There is a rather large, spacious, round area almost five feet wide at one end. Lori smoothed the counter with her flat palms as if looking for something to do.
I wasn’t sure where this was all going. So I followed Kate’s lead and answered in a controlled tone, “Everything is almost ready. The meat needs to marinate for a bit before I put it on the grill. The artichokes are trimmed, in the steamer, and ready to be turned on. Those’ll take 45 minutes or so. I figured I’d do some rice, too. It all depends on when you want to eat. It’s 4 o’clock now. What is your wish?”
“Champagne!” quickly came the answer from Kate as she made her way to the fridge. “And we’ll plan to eat at 6, o.k.?” She pulled out her favorite, orange labeled, Veuve Clicquot bottle and strode over to the cupboard with the champagne flutes. I watched her breasts sway forcefully as she walked. I glanced over to Lori and noticed her watching, too. As Kate turned away from us, Lori glanced down at my wife’s round ass.
“I apologize,” I stated in order to continue the food theme, “I don’t have any appetizers to go with the champagne. In fact, I think peanuts and pretzels would be all we have at the moment. I wish we had some cheese or something. Fresh baked bread would be good, too. Sorry. I’d run to the store, but, honestly I’d have to go shower and…”
“No worries,” interrupted Kate. There was a small pop as Kate carefully edged the cork out and a hiss as she delicately trickled the champagne into the glasses. “That is what Lori is for,” she smirked. Her eyes darted to Lori and back to the pouring at hand. Lori giggled yet again and looked down at her cleavage. Her hands were still smoothing out on the cool counter top in long, slow circles she picked up a pen and fidgeted with it. I knew something was up. My penis was rock hard. Kate let out a not so subtle, wise-ass exhale as she set the glasses of champagne down in front of each of us.
“Cheers!” she toasted to change the subject for a minute.
“Cheers!” Lori and I answered in unison. We all clinked and took a sip. The champagne was crisp and cold. Kate set her glass down. Lori took another deep drink and winced a bit as the bubbles took her nose hostage for a second. I took another sip and then set my glass down behind me on the butcher-block table. There was a silence and a look going on between the girls.
“Back up a sec. I don’t get the joke,” I questioned. “Lori is our appetizer?”
“Yes,” Kate said with little emotion. “In fact,” she paused and moved a napkin, spoon, and the pen from the middle of the big, round section of the counter top island, “Lori, get that pretty ass of yours up here.” Kate patted the counter top right in the center. Lori was a bit wide-eyed and glanced furtively between the two of us. “Now!” Kate said in a tone that was one part dominatrix another part kid in a candy shop.
Lori picked up her flute of champagne and took another big sip to finish the glass while her eyes darted from Kate to me to the center of the counter top. She took a deep breath, exhaled and extended her glass toward me. “Do something with this,” she said. I blindly took hold of the outstretched empty glass.
Lori inhaled deeply and backed off her stool. As she did so, she bent slightly forward allowing her young breasts to sway within the loose confines of that teddy. I managed to record in my memory another quick glimpse of a nipple. She then put one knee on the stool and turned to put her ass on the counter. Then she spun around with her knees in the air to face me. She stopped spinning and planted her feet flat on the counter about two feet apart. Her toes curled at the edge of the counter. The teddy slid down her thighs into a linear bunch at her hips. She parted her legs in a deep ‘V’. My eyes were drawn to her hairless, puffy pussy. To put the finishing touch on the ballet like movement, she took the middle finger from her right hand and traced the up and down crevice between her legs. Lori now exhaled and sighed.
Kate moved over towards me and removed Lori’s glass from my hand. She set it down on the counter top. “Honey,” she almost whispered in my ear but just loud enough to be heard by all three of us, “I told her about your talented tongue and how much you crave oral sex. I think you should have Lori as your appetizer.”
I knew sex was in the air. There was little question Kate was up to something sexy and fun. But this knocked me over. It was wild. I couldn’t believe my wife was asking me to lick the pussy of one of our best friends while she watched. I was stunned. Again. A moment passed. Lori was sliding her middle finger up and down between her legs. Her knees jerked lightly toward each other when she touched something special. I glanced sideways to Kate and back down to the movement between Lori’s legs. I locked eyes with Lori.
“Please … ” Lori pleaded.
“I’m starved,” I kidded. I moved between Lori’s thighs. My hands went first to the top of her knees. They floated downward along the soft inner parts of her legs and back up again. Lori looked deep into my eyes. There was an undeniable lust in her face. She bit the lower part of her lip. A lock of hair dropped down over her face and brushed against her cheek.
I moved my hands all the way down and turned them outward and curled them around the outside of her upper thigh. I wanted to have a good hold on her hips. I lowered my head down to her pussy. She moved her hand out of the way and leaned back on both elbows. I first washed her vertically with the fat part of my tongue. She moaned slightly. I leisurely lapped at her for a few seconds. She had such a different taste than what I was used to with Kate. She tasted clean and smelled like soap. Eventually, the tip of my tongue found the hidden spot and skin that houses the clitoris. I wiggled and played there for a minute or two to Lori’s delightfully quick breaths and husky words of encouragement. I pulled the skin into my lips and sucked delicately using my mouth like a vacuum. I then let them slip wetly back from my lips.
“Oh!” uttered Lori, “I like that!” I did that again. And again. And again.
As I was bent forward licking and sucking away on Lori, Kate’s hand came to rest on the small of my back. Her hand started to move in small circles. She almost unknowingly drew circles all around as she watched intently to the sexual appetizer happening on the kitchen counter. Occasionally, she would drop her hand into the gap at my jeans and slide a finger down the uppermost crack of my ass.
I lost all track of time.
Lori was about to come. Her clitoris was out from her little hood and I was licking and sucking it with all I had. I had a finger teasing the opening of her vagina. She was getting close, but my back was starting to kill me from bending over. I needed to stand and stretch. So, I drilled my right index finger in and curled it upwards. I moved my tongue over onto her button and massaged for a minute. Then I stopped my oral manipulations.
“Hold on,” I informed them, “Don’t move. I need to stand for a minute.” I reached back with my left hand and picked up my glass of champagne off the butcher-block table. The wine bubbles were good on my coated tongue. I noted how I left a lip mark as if wearing lipstick. Kate smiled at me.
“I’m am soo close to exploding, Josh. Don’t stop now,” Lori pleaded. I wiggled my thumb in response and added my middle finger inside to join the other one. Lori moaned.
“Believe me, I have only started,” I replied. I set the glass back down after another sip and prepared myself to dive back into Lori.
Kate quietly moved behind me and around to the other side of the counter. She sat herself on the stool right behind Lori’s head. Her breast sat resting on the countertop encased in the black bra. She whispered into Lori’s ear, “Can I touch you?”
“Mmm Hmmm,” came the only answer. Yes.
Kate looked up and we locked our eyes. Her hands came around and cupped the sides of Lori’s breasts. This caused Lori to flop off of her elbows and she fell completely on to her back. Her palms were down on the countertop with her fingers spread wide. The top of her head pushed into Kate’s breasts. My fingers and thumb continued to tease Lori. She was getting wetter and my ministrations started making squishy sounds.
Kate slid her hands under the straps and material and brought Lori’s breasts out from their hidden spot. Her thumbs and fingers pinched at the nipples. My eyes stayed locked onto the two of them while I finished my glass of champagne.
Kate then leaned in and kissed Lori. It was a quiet, subtle kiss at first. Just an upside down peck, really. Then it turned more passionate. Their lips locked together, top lip to bottom lip and bottom lip to top lip. Tongues darted in and out. Lori raked her fingernails out making a scratching noise on the cool counter top. I needed to get back in there. So I quickly bent down with the intent of pushing Lori far over the edge and into a huge orgasm.
And it didn’t take long. I left my two fingers to inside her moving with an in and out motion. I attacked her clitoris with my tongue. I flicked it back and forth quickly. She clamped her legs on my head and started to moan into Kate’s mouth. With my free hand, I pushed her leg back down sideways. The other one followed as directed. But every once in a while, those thighs would try and squeeze my head as she moaned again loudly. I noticed her gush on my fingers a bit more, too. I sucked hard on her clit letting it go again with a sloppy pop to be replaced by a flicking tongue in overdrive.
A guttural sound started deep in Lori’s throat. She was coming. I quickly came up for air and glanced up toward Kate. They weren’t kissing anymore. Kate was up off the stool but bending down over Lori’s breasts. Her left hand was on Lori’s left breast and her mouth and right hand played with the other breast. Kate had let her large left breast out from the confines of her bra. It was swaying over Lori’s outstretched tongue and her hand came up off the counter to caress the side of it.
I quickly went back to work. I wanted to put Lori way over the top right now. So I pulled out my fingers and used the fat of my tongue over her once. She was very wet. I attacked her clit with the tip while spreading her apart with my thumbs. Occasionally, I drove the length of my outstretched tongue insider her, my nose hitting her clit. But she responded best to when I sucked the little bud between my lips and fucked her with my two fingers.
Then she came. Her elbows slammed down on the counter top followed by her flat palms for balance. Her hips came off the now wet surface to try and clamp her legs around my face. I had no idea what Kate was doing. I felt a slight rush of juice flow onto my chin.
I slowed down and removed my fingers. I glanced up to see them kissing like before. I just lapped at her carefully as she came down from her high. Then I stopped, grabbing her ankles and set her legs off the side of the counter so that the back of her knees hung at the edge. Her hands went up to Kate’s cheeks to push her away.
“Hmm. Hmm. Stop,” whimpered Lori, “I need to catch my breath.”
Kate sat back on the stool and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Both breasts were over the top of her black, lace bra. She curled a lock of her black hair behind an ear. She looked up at me and smiled as she stretched to fetch her wine. She winked at me and took a sip.
“Still hungry?” Kate teased.
“Yes,” I answered. “I feel a feast coming on.”
Lori laughed and then coughed. She held up a hand for assistance, “Josh, pull me up. Help.”
I pulled her into a sitting position. The teddy fell to a silk belt around her waist. She held on to my hand and she pulled me into a hug. Her head was positioned with her cheek right at my chest. She sighed and squeezed. Her breasts pressed against my abdomen. “Thank you. That was … better than awesome. That felt … great, amazing … wonderful. Is there more? I’m getting hungry myself now.”
I didn’t know if Lori was really referring to sex or to the food yet to be prepared. Kate had an ear-to-ear grin as she tucked her large breasts back into her bra. “I’m next, though.” She snapped the straps of her bra to finish the point.
Kate and I glanced at the clock on the wall and back to each other simultaneously. She confirmed my thoughts, “How about we eat dinner first.”
“That could be fun,” I uttered suggestively. “How sexy do you think dinner is going to be if Lori was our appetizer?”
“Seriously, let’s eat and save each other for dessert. How about THAT!” Kate stated. “Josh, bbq?” She pointed out the back door
“On it,” I replied. I had marching orders.
“Lori, smoke?” she asked in the same tone as her bbq order to me. It was not really a question, more like a demand. Kate was in charge tonight, no doubt. Lori didn’t answer. I helped her off the counter and she fixed the teddy back over her shoulders. She turned to head out the door and I patted her ass carefully. She looked back over her shoulders as she crossed out onto the back deck behind Kate. She had never looked at me in that way before. It was a shared feeling.
And then I got busy getting dinner on a table. I turned and flipped the steamer with the artichokes on. I got the rice going, too. I went out and turned on the bbq. Kate and Lori were smoking and stealing glances my way. I couldn’t tell exactly what they were talking about. When I went outside to check on the bbq again, they were gossiping about another friend’s sex life. The next time out it was about vibrators and that store in San Francisco, Good Vibrations. The third trip out, I brought out more wine for them and filled their glasses silently. There conversation on the 2007 dating scene was uninterrupted by my physical intrusion. The only mention of my presence was a thank you from Lori and a hand on my ass with a squeeze as I poured Kate’s champagne. It was starting to cool off a bit. I was prepared for them to need another layer on their near nakedness. But, they just sat there in their lingerie and talked and drank and smoked.
Needless to say, it was difficult to prepare dinner with a raging hard-on and my constant glances out to the girls to see, not really hear, what they were talking about now. But eventually, the meat came off the bbq, the timer on the ‘chokes dinged, and the rice had been ready for some time. I set the table. I opened a bottle of Pinot Noir and poured three new glasses.
I called Lori and Kate from the door, “Dinner is about ready. I’m putting stuff on plates.” Lori up ended her glass with the last of her wine and downed what remained. Kate stubbed out a cigarette and said something about eating while it’s hot. They stood up from the patio furniture, arranged themselves, and started inside. I still couldn’t believe how casually Kate could sit outside in a stunning black bra and panties and yet remain so aloof. Like it was no big deal, a bikini really. Or, maybe it was, but she didn’t show it much. Lori, however, just looked relaxed. After all, she had just recently had a huge orgasm. She looked perfectly comfortable and sexy as hell.
I placed the three of us at the end of our long, rectangular dining room table. Kate went and sat down on one side. Lori took the chair opposite, leaving me to sit at the head of the table between the two of them. I turned up the music a bit. But I don’t remember hearing much of it.
Lori continued with their conversation from outside, ” … I don’t think you could. I don’t think you could replace him!” She glanced over at me and smirked. She turned back to the table and picked up her water for a sip. The strap on her right shoulder fell off again. She left it there.
“You are probably right,” Kate answered.
“What? Replace me?” I asked. “What did I do?”
“Lori was asking me that if you were to die tomorrow, if I would find another husband. I said it would depend. Maybe.” Kate laughed slightly.
I dished the first plate and brought it around and set it in front of Lori. My left hand subtly lingered on her shoulder as put the plate on the placemat. The lingerie strap was still draped in the crook of her right arm and exposed nearly her whole breast. I stole a glance down the front of her lingerie and was again treated to a wonderful view and a nipple. Lori tilted her head up and mouthed the words “thank you”.
I looked over to Kate, “But I am irreplaceable! Even if I AM dead.”
“See!” Kate said to Lori with a bit of an ‘I told you so’ expression.
“Josh, what about you?” asked Lori, turning the question on me. “What would you do if Kate died? Would you get remarried?”
“Definitely not!” I moved back to the kitchen to dish Kate’s plate.
“Why not? Don’t you like being married?” Lori continued.
“Very much so,” I said as I placed the meat on the plate.
“Then why wouldn’t you get married again?”
“Well, I guess with time, I would,” I added as I put a chunk of artichoke on the plate with tongs.
“You would!” Kate pretended to be hurt her palm gong to her chest in mock shock. I shrugged in the affirmative.
“Would you sleep with her in our bed?” Kate teasingly inquired.
“Well, we wouldn’t sleep on the couch?” I answered.
“You’d move the bedside picture of me, right? You wouldn’t fuck her with my picture staring at you, right?” Kate proceeded with caution here.
“No, I’d move the pictures. It would only be right,” I stated quite matter of factly. I finished putting the plate together.
Kate wouldn’t let it drop. “Would you let her drive my car?”
“Not possible. She can’t drive a stick.”
Lori’s head whipped around and she choked a bit on her water. Her hand went up to her mouth and nose. Kate looked shocked. She set her water glass down hard. There was a stunned silence with only the background music audible. The lyrics were all wrong for what was supposed to be a funny moment.
I quickly returned to the table with Kate’s plate. She was sitting with her back against a wall, so I approached her at the corner. She watched me walk to her with wide eyes. I bent forward to set her plate down.
“You walked right into that one, ya’ know.”
Kate’s left hand snaked behind my neck. She looked into my eyes and softened. She extended her chin up, forcing her breasts noticeably outward so they strained in her black bra, and started to kiss me. But she stopped and bit my lower lip. I winced.
I tried to say with an extended lower lip, “Kate, I’ng kidding. It uz a joke. I lud you and you only.”
She let me go and kissed me. It was a deep kiss. Our tongues danced. She tasted like cigarette smoke, which is a huge turn off for me. However, I wasn’t about to challenge the mood. Instead, I kissed her harder and guided my left hand down to a breast.
“Mmmm mm!” she said pulling away hesitantly. “Not yet, honey!” She slid her left hand down my arm and turned her attention toward her plate, the table, and Lori. I walked back into the kitchen to fetch my food.
Kate picked up her wine glass and sarcastically said, “Men are a bit like wine. They all start out like grapes. It is the woman’s job to crush and stomp on them. Then you keep them in the dark until they mature into something you’d enjoy to have during dinner.”
Kate giggled with Lori as I walked back to the table and sat down.
Kate said, “I think I got that from a bumper sticker or something.”
“You guys are something else,” Lori blurted. She took another sip of her water.
My stomach growled. I was hungry, no doubt. We all started eating.
“Mmm,” started Lori with a mouth full of tri-tip, “If I ever DO find a worthy husband, do you think I should have a baby after 33?”
“No,” I answered immediately, “33 kids is way too many already!”
“Dah da DAH, ‘tink’,” Kate added and clinked her water glass with her fork. Lori laughed.
“I think casual sex with friends makes us funnier than normal,” I said between smirks and chewing.
I realized we hadn’t made a toast with the wine yet. So, I picked up my glass and held it in the air, “Cheers. To a wonderful, funny, relaxed evening.”
Lori toasted, “with naked twister!”
“To my upcoming orgasm!” Kate added.
‘Clink’ … and each took a sip while furtively glancing at each other with our eyes.
We continued to eat. The conversation became a bit normalized. Somewhere in the middle of it all, I realized I was still shirtless. Granted, Lori and Kate were in lingerie, but my grandmother always had an issue with wearing a clean shirt to dinner. That has always stayed with me since I was a little boy. It felt weird to be eating and drinking wine without so much as a t-shirt. But then Lori and Kate weren’t exactly dressed in dinner attire either.
“I must say,” I offered, ” I feel real strange not wearing a shirt at dinner.”
“And WE don’t look strange eating dinner in lingerie?” Lori half laughed and puffed up her chest more so her breasts poked out further.
“No, you two look fantastic. Must just be a glitch in the Matrix,” I teased. Kate snorted loudly. Lori laughed harder.
Dinner took a lot longer than I had expected, given the fact dessert was going to be a threesome. I think we were all regrouping a bit. But, eventually the inevitable happened. We’d finished. Lori and I looked to Kate for direction.
Kate understood. “Josh, don’t ‘do’ the dishes, but just straighten up. Stack, don’t clean. Ok?”
She didn’t really need to tell me. I’ve been in charge of evening cooking and dishes for years now for reasons I don’t need to explain here. It might not be orthodox, but in this house the kitchen is my domain. Still, it was nice to hear Kate ask in such kind fashion.
She continued, “Lori and I are going to go into the living room. We need to talk first and make some plans. So, take your time. Turn up your music. Imagine what might be in store for you. We’ll call you when we’re ready for you to join us.”
Lori glanced back and forth between us, trying to figure out what was next. She picked up the last of her wine, swirled, and drained it. Kate stood up from the table and extended her hand. Lori set her glass down, extended her hand to take Kate’s, and the two of them moved in front of me. Kate kissed me on the cheek. Lori followed suit on the other. I watched as the two of them climbed the stairs into the living room.
Now, the kitchen is within basically in the same volume of space as the living room. You can’t see up into it, but it is only a half level up with a half wall separating the two areas. So, I could hear them talking. I just couldn’t make out the actual words. So, I did as instructed. I turned up my music and started to move all the plates and glasses into the kitchen by the sink. I realized I’ve probably had an erection for the majority of well over three hours or so. That has to be some sort of record. Who needs Viagra?
“Honey?” came Kate’s voice from over the wall. “What is that music channel you like?”
“832,” I replied. It was what I was listening to already.
A few minutes later, Lori came racing down the stairs. She ran to her clothes over on the chair by the back door. She pulled out her sundress and draped it over the back of the chair. She glanced over at me. I scraped off the last plate into the disposal and watched her with interest as I rinsed the plate. Then she slipped the straps of her shoulders and the lingerie dropped to a clump on the floor. She turned her back to me and I watched her ass disappear as she wrestled the sundress over her head and down her body.
“I’ll be right back,” she reassured and she grabbed her keys and her purse. “I have to run home to get a few things.”
“Can I help?” I asked in hope of not losing her out the door. The thought she might escape into the evening and change her mind or something. I really wanted this threesome. I must have had a look of panic in my eyes.
“No. Josh, I promise. I’ll be like 5 minutes max,” she promised. And she almost skipped out the front door.
I looked around the kitchen. I was pretty much done. I thought about loading everything in the dishwasher, but remembered Kate’s words to just stack ’em. So, I went to the pantry and grabbed some more white wine out of the case and put a few more bottles to chill in the refrigerator. I added some more water, too.
I heard creaks from the floorboards in our bedroom meaning Kate was in there. I closed the pantry and walked up the stairs to the living room level. The music was playing on the wide screen t.v. The candles that we use instead of a fire during this time of year were lit. The oval coffee table had been moved out of the way making a large empty space in the center of the room. I noticed the sun was setting over the mountains.
I heard Kate close the master bedroom door. She came down caring one of our king sized sheets from the linen closet.
“Your not supposed to be up here yet,” she said in a kind tone I wasn’t expecting.
“Anything I can do?” I asked hoping to get an idea of what was being planned. I mean, seriously, I knew there was threesome about to happen. I knew the basic who, what, where, when, and a hint at the why of tonight’s goings on. But, how it was all going to come together was getting the best of me. Patience had been utilized all evening. I didn’t know how much I had left.
“Yes. Go poor Lori and me some wine. Can you put a few more in the fridge, too?” she asked.
“I already have. Water, too. But I’ll go pour the wine. What is Lori getting from home?” I fished.
“You’ll see,” she paused. “Hey, before you go, can you reach behind the couch and get those big floor pillows over there?” She pointed to the far corner of the living room behind the end table. We never really used them anymore. The couch was plenty comfy for watching movies these days. I reached awkwardly around the lamp and fished out the first one and then the second. They were dusty.
“I’ll take them out back and beat the dust out of them.” I started down the stairs as Kate spread out the king sheet in the middle of the floor. I got a shot of adrenaline when my stomach flipped at the thought of what would be taking place here. As I shot out the back door to the deck railing, I heard Lori’s car door thump shut in the driveway.
I took the big pillows to the railing and slammed them together a couple of times. The dust wasn’t too bad. It was just the edges that had a dust issue. I returned inside and set the pillows on the seat of one of the dining room chairs. I took out three glasses for the wine and started to open the bottle. I heard giggling from the living room again when Lori bounded back down and toward the chair with the lingerie she was wearing earlier.
She put a hand on the back of the chair and looked straight at me but yelled up to Kate, “Kaaaate? Do you really want me to put this lingerie back on?”
Kate chuckled, “Only if you want it on.” A pause, “Nude is fine with me. Ask Josh!”
Lori tilted her head to repeat the question but didn’t utter a word. Easy answer.
“Nude,” was my answer. Without a word, she slid the straps of her sundress and pulled it up and over her head. She draped the dress over the back of the chair like before. My erection needed adjustment in my jeans.
“Need any help with that?” she said huskily and nodded toward the unopened bottle. She sauntered toward the counter.
“No, I got it,” I replied. My eyes darted up and down her body from her legs to her shaved pussy to her breasts and to her eyes, which stared intently into mine. I broke the stare long enough to open the wine and pour.
“Kaaaaate?” she loudly voiced again. “You about ready?”
“Yeah, get him up here. But lead him by his penis,” came the reply.
“Cool,” Lori said softly. She came around the counter into the kitchen. I turned toward her and her hands went to the button and zipper. She looked up to my eyes as she fumbled briefly with the button. She had no problem with the zipper. My cock felt air and then the warmth of her hands. She looked down. “Cool.” She stroked me a bit.
She pushed me backwards into the counter and got down on her knees. My penis twitched. Her hands went to the sides and she tugged my jeans down my hips. I had to hold myself away from the counter, but eventually I stepped out of the legs and stood there naked. She tossed my pants over near the chair with her lingerie.
“Ok, Joshy. Let’s go have some sex with your wife,” she announced to me and to Kate, I think. She picked up one of the glasses. I grabbed the other two. With her right hand she carefully encircled it around my shaft and pulled me toward the stairs. We passed the pillows on the dining room chair, but I didn’t say anything.
I eyed her rounded ass as she had to bend over a bit to keep a hold of my penis on the way up the stairs. Her young breasts swayed a bit. A drop or two of wine splashed on my hand. There was much nervous giggling from both of us.
We arrived onto the living room landing. Kate was nude and lounging on the floor with a couple of cushions against a crook in the couch. Her legs were spread and a hand was casually playing with her pussy. She raked her fingers through her trimmed pubic hair.
“‘Bout time,” she teased, extending her hand for the glass of wine. “Thank you, Honey. Now, can I have an orgasm please? It is my turn now.” She took a sip if wine and sort of squeezed her large breasts together with her elbows.
I heard Lori set her wine glass down on the sideboard. I felt her come up behind me. She wrapped her arms around my waist and grabbed my penis with her left hand. The right hand tickled my balls. She poked her head around my shoulder, “How would you like us, Kate?” she cooed.
Kate smiled and answered, “I need a tongue right here to start.” She patted her pussy lips. “No, make it two tongues,” she added with a slight twist to her head. A lock of hair fell from behind her ear and grazed her chin.
Lori and I got down between Kate’s legs. She had to spread them wider to get two heads remotely close to the target. Now, I’ve done this hundreds of times for Kate. I know what she likes. Two tongues were going to be an interesting feat. I started first and washed my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top. I repeated that again. I pulled my head up. And then Lori dipped her head in for her first taste. It was quite a sight to see a woman lapping at my wife’s pussy. And I looked up and locked eyes with Kate. She had an intense look beyond shear lust. She brought her wine glass up and took another sip then licked her lips with her eyes closed.
“Josh, take my glass,” she breathed. She blindly extended her glass to me.
I took the wine, stood, and set it in front of the fireplace on the brick threshold. I stopped to look at the two of them again. Lori was intently sucking and slurping. She was crouched on her knees with her ass elevated just above her feet. Kate moaned slightly and rolled her head back on the seat of the couch. She pulled a strand of hair away from her mouth. I rejoined the party on my hands and knees. I extended my right hand and traced Lori’s ass while I nudged my head in. She pulled her head out to make way for my turn.
“Kate, you taste good,” Lori said in an almost whispered tone. Lori’s hand was now on my lower back while I licked at my wife’s pussy again. I took a finger from my right hand and inserted it in slowly and curved it upward toward the back of her clitoris. I attacked her clit with the tip of my tongue. Kate made some grunts and moans. Her legs closed in around my ears briefly and then back wide.
Lori pushed on my back to help her stand up. She stepped over me to the other side and I heard some paper shuffling. I picked my head up. Lori was digging in a wine bottle gift bag for something. She pulled out a fairly large, purple vibrator. There seemed to be more toys in the bag. But, the purple, plastic piece was the one she wanted. She turned it on and it came to life with soft buzzing. Kate giggled from somewhere deep and looked up Lori standing over us.
Lori came back by my side and put a hand on my shoulder. “Here,” she handed me the vibrating toy, “use this. It is one of my faves.” I withdrew my fingers and took the toy from her extended hand. I placed the head of it on top of her Kate’s clit. She dropped her had back again on the couch and hissed, “Yessss!”
Lori turned and she went over and sat on her hip next to Kate on the floor. She leaned her right shoulder into the couch and placed her left hand on one of Kate’s breasts. She bent down with her head and started nibbling at the other nipple.
I focused my attention back to the toy and Kate’s juicy pussy. She was really wet right now. I edged the tip of tube-like toy toward the entrance and pushed the narrow part inside. Kate’s legs jerked and I looked up to see the girls kissing. I pushed it in further and felt a bit of resistance as the vibrator stretched her. The toy was a bit bigger than me, so I’m not sure she was used to something this large. Never the less, I started to ease it in and out. I might have been almost too delicate, I’m sure. But I didn’t want to hurt my wife. As she got used to it, I became a bit more vigorous with it.
And Kate was enjoying herself, indeed. Lori was moving from breasts to lips. When not entangled with Lori’s lips, Kate’s head would drop back on the couch seat and she would moan her approval. She was blindly fondling one of Lori’s breasts, too.
“Oh, my god!” Kate breathed, “this one … is going …. to be….. BIG!” Her right hand came down and grasped hold of the vibrator with mine. She tilted it up so that it came out a bit and the shaft came into hard contact with her clit. “Ohhhh!” she nearly laughed, “Yessss!” Kate shuttered. Lori continued to suck and play with Kate’s large breasts while she breathed deeply and gasped for air.
“Nice toy, huh?!” stated Lori.
“Mmmm,” was the only response Kate could muster at that moment.
“Excellent,” I added.
Kate pulled the purple toy out of her pussy and my hands. She flopped it on the sheet without even looking at it. I reached over and twisted it off. Kate was sweaty and spent after that orgasm. She was totally spent and pushed Lori off of her to her side, although her hand lingered on Lori’s thigh as they leaned back on the couch side by side. Lori had a gleam in her eye as she looked at me kneeling between my wife’s spread legs and her gapping, red, glistening vagina.
I was now rock hard. All day, I had been happy to offer my services. However, my tongue and fingers got all the action. In fact, I hadn’t cum since early this afternoon with my cock pressed between Lori’s breasts while outside in the sun. I had the need to sink my cock deep into some pussy. I needed to feel enveloped with wet skin. Kate was obviously not available at the moment.
Lori sat there on the floor with her back against the couch. Kate’s hand methodically traced a line from her knee up her inner thigh. So as not to disturb her blissful state, Lori carefully leaned in and whispered cautiously, “Can I fuck your husband now?”
Kate smiled widely. Her eyes remained closed. “Be my guest. Did you get the condoms?”
Lori rolled to her knees, “Yep.” She leaned over me and got that wine gift bag again. She fished through it, her breasts dangling above me, and brought out a couple of condoms. “Gots ‘ta be safe,” she giggled. She sat back on her heals and started to open one of them.
Now, I haven’t worn a condom in years. Kate always used a diaphragm. Then, I had a vasectomy about four years ago. So, a condom was going to be new and interesting.
Kate was a bit more awake, “Josh, go get those floor pillows first.” She shifted a bit and pulled herself a bit more vertical.
“Ok” and I carefully got up and quickly retrieved the pillows from the dining room chair. When I returned to the room, Lori was sitting between Kate’s legs with her back to her. Kate was massaging her shoulders and tracing lines on Lori’s back with her fingernails. Kate extended an arm for the pillow. I handed her one and just dropped the other in the middle of the floor. She stuffed the large floor pillow behind her lower back. “Ah, that’s better. Now, lean back,” Kate said to Lori with the hand on her shoulder.
Lori leaned back. Her armpits were just above Kate’s thighs and her head nestled right at Kate’s breasts. Lori spread her legs apart as I approached. Instinctively, Kate hooked her toes under and inside of Lori’s ankles like they would be held there against her will. The two of them giggled.
I got on my knees in front of Lori. My penis was rock hard and pointing to a spot on the ceiling above their heads. She sat up and placed the condom on the head of my cock, then started the manipulations down the shaft until it was on completely. Lori knew what she was doing. Obviously, being 30-something and single, condoms were a normal part of her social life. In the last 15 years of marriage, I wasn’t keeping condoms in business, that’s for sure. In fact, I’d never used a ribbed condom before. This was going to be fun and new.
I backed up and got on my hands and knees. Lori and I locked eyes and I moved in to kiss her first. Kate’s hands cam around from behind her and she pinched Lori’s nipples between her fingers. I glanced up to see Kate smirking and smiling. Lori closed her eyes and I kissed her again. It was a delicate kiss at first. Then our tongues got into it and started dueling.
I stopped kissing and looked down at the two sets of legs and Lori’s spread, shaved pussy. I took hold of my cock and placed the head at her pussy. Her hips moved out slightly and I moved the head up and down her pussy. It felt strange through the condom. I couldn’t tell if she was wet enough, but I did find the opening. I pushed in slightly. Lori mumbled some encouragement. Kate pulled on Lori’s nipples harder.
I slowly fucked her with a moderate back and forth tempo. I wanted to get used to this condom. It was harder to respond to Lori as I didn’t really feel her. My cock felt more like a strap-on than my penis. Thinking I might feel a bit more, I pushed harder. Lori squirmed. She liked that. I did it again. She either winced or smiled, I couldn’t tell.
Kate shifted from underneath She lifted and repositioned Lori to one side so she could get her face angled a bit better. She pushed Lori’s hair away from her ear and slurped on an earlobe. Lori sighed. Kate whispered in her ear, “Do you like that cock?” She tongued the earlobe again and squeezed Lori’s breasts.
“Yes… nice, big cock,” Lori answered in a bit of a girly voice. Her head dropped back on Kate’s shoulders.
I’ve always been blessed with a good amount of stamina. But, with the condom on it was definitely going to take some time for me to cum. So, I thought it might be a good idea to pick up the tempo. I increased my rhythm and hip thrusts. Lori responded immediately. She put one arm around Kate’s head and the other on my shoulder. She started to whimper with a fairly high pitch. She was close to an orgasm.
“Yes. Oh. Yes,” she screamed.
“Come on, girlfriend. Let it out,” Kate said in a sultry tone in her ear.
And Lori came hard. Her head rocked back and forth on Kate’s shoulder and breast. She dug her fingernails into my shoulder. She shook and convulsed some. Kate squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. I kept thrusting to the best of my ability until Lori pushed me away, “Stop for sec. I need a minute.”
I pulled out of her slowly. Her pussy stayed slightly open. Her arms just splayed out, palms up. She was breathing hard. Kate smoothed out Lori’s hair and kissed her on the cheek. Lori smiled, “Thank you.”
I was still a ways away to an orgasm. And I was in serious need to continue. I looked at Kate. She knew by my expression and the many years of marriage that I was not done.
“You didn’t cum yet, huh?” she inquired.
“Not yet. I get the safe sex thing, but I’m not used to it.” I explained fondling my plastic coated penis.
“Take it off,” Kate said.
I carefully pulled the condom off my penis. Lori looked up, “I’m sorry.”
“Sshhhhh,” Kate whispered to Lori, “I’ll finish him.” She wiggled out from under Lori, who just lay back down on the big floor pillow.
“How do you want me?” Kate asked. “I’ll do just about anything right now.”
I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted Kate from behind. And I wanted her licking Lori’s pussy while I fucked her doggy-style.
“Turn around,” I twirled my finger to indicate what I wanted. Kate smiled. She knew exactly what I wanted. “And play with her. Lick her. Bite her. Kiss her. And Lori, play with those massive, wonderful breasts hanging in front of you.”
Kate turned and crawled into the middle of Lori’s spread legs. She dipped down and took a lick of Lori’s pussy. I watched Kate’s ass wave in the air. I kneeled behind her and spread her legs a bit with my knees. I aimed my naked penis at Kate’s pussy and eased inside. She was very wet.
I’d like to say we all eventually climaxed together. But, that didn’t happen. After nearly a full day of foreplay, I didn’t last long. The visual stimulation of Kate playing with Lori’s pussy and eventually her breasts where enough to last a lifetime of fantasies. But after about ten minutes of fucking my wife from behind, I exploded. I plowed as deep as I could and came hard. I left it in there deep and just twitched and spurted.
Kate might have had another orgasm, but I’m not sure. Lori had a far off look and couldn’t tell if she needed more of anything.
I pulled out and flopped over to the side of the girls. Kate was still lapping at Lori’s pussy. But it looked like Kate was just playing. It looked like she was just enjoying tasting another woman. Lori reached out and put a hand on my chest to feel me breath. Kate looked over and caught my eyes. I sighed deep.
Eventually, we all ended up in a pile on the floor. Extremities were tangled and overlapped as we rested. It was getting late. The sun had set an hour or so ago.
“Do you want me to get blankets and sleep here on the floor or do we want to move to our bed?” I asked.
“Should I stay?” Lori sheepishly asked.
Kate answered both questions, “Let’s all vacate the living room and get comfy on the California King.”
I got to my knees and extended helping hands to lift them both. We all moaned at sore muscles. My knees popped as I stood. My penis was still somewhat engorged, but it hung in a very satisfied manner. I patted Lori’s ass as we climbed the stairs to the master bedroom.
We all fell asleep fairly quickly. Lori was placed between Kate and me. There was some petting going on between the two of them as I drifted off to sleep. At one point I awoke and watched the two of them in a rather intense 69. Lori must have crawled on top of Kate. The two of them hit a crescendo about 15 minutes after their ministrations pulled me out of my sleep. I watched and stroked my cock quietly.
Exhausted, Lori rolled back into her place in the middle with her feet pushing on the headboard a foot or so above my head. Her head hit my thigh and she noticed a semi-hard penis right next to her head. She lifted slightly and took my cock into her mouth. She obviously wanted to play with it more than I really needed to come again. Either that, or she felt some obligation or need to include me. But, I didn’t really need to come again. I thought it might be better for me in the morning. After a while, I pulled her off saying, “Let’s get some sleep.” Kate was already breathing loudly.
Lori turned around on her back and put her head on the middle pillow. I pulled her into my chest and kissed her forehead. We fell asleep soon afterwards.
The morning arrived rather quickly. I’m either blessed or cursed with needing only five or six hours of sleep a night. Don’t get me wrong. I can sleep in like the best of them. But, I typically wake up between five and six every morning. When the sun crept in the window, I looked over to my left. Lori was spooned in with Kate facing me. Kate’s hand was draped over Lori’s hip on the outside the sheet. Lori had a hand outstretched on my chest as I sprawled out on my back.
I slid out from under Lori’s hand. I walked into the closet and found a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on the floor. I put them and on and quietly exited down to the kitchen. I made coffee first and watched the sky slowly brighten over the mountains while the coffee maker made those wonderful sounds and smells. Breakfast would be bagels and cream cheese.
I turned on the computer and started typing. I had an urge to record the events from yesterday before the edges blurred too much.
Around, 8 a.m. I heard talking upstairs. I poured to cups of black coffee and climbed to the bedroom. When I entered the room, they were both lying on their sides and holding hands. The sheet was about waist high. They both shifted when I entered.
“Mmmm. Coffee!” stated Kate.
“Yeah,” added Lori.
“Lori, do you take anything special in it?” I asked.
“Black’s fine,” she agreed.
They sat up as I handed them their mugs. Kate’s large breasts had sheet marks imprinted on them. Lori’s looked pink inside a pre-existing bikini line. She obviously got too much sun yesterday.
They sipped their coffee, I sat on the edge of the bed next to Kate, and we all talked. We all agreed that yesterday and last night was special. Nobody said it couldn’t happen again, but our solid marriage and friendship came first.
As it has taken me a month or so to finish this story, I can assure you things have returned to normal. Lori still stops by a couple of times a week unannounced. She joins us for dinner quite often and always brings a bottle of wine. We’ve talked of that night a couple of times, but we’ve not repeated it. Lori is a bit more affectionate with me. She touches me more often than she used to. It is harmless contact among good friends.
Kate and I still say we are not swingers. I realize I have no need to look further than my wife. She is amazing all on her own and our sex life is strong and healthy. I’m not sure the balance of our marriage should take too much of a good thing. We both agree, sex parties and anonymous sex with others is of no interest to either one of us. But, I know Kate. It may take months to work out the details, but she is already planning the next threesome … or something, I hope.