To think that I would have lived every man's dream of having sex with two long time lesbians, is almost too much to believe.
After all, my wife, Margaret, and I, have known this couple for a very long time, and we have shared hot tub nights for the past five years. And no, I've never had reason to believe that my wife had a thing for girls; it was all just clean, friendly get togethers. It wasn't until a year after Margaret's sudden passing, that my adventure with the two ladies would come to pass.
Gerta and Lisa, a couple who have lived together for about 35 years, have been best friends of ours since they moved in just across the street from us. Both of them nurses, they work at the same hospital as my wife had. We established a monthly get together that involved dinner for the four of us, followed by an evening in a backyard spa. One month we would host, and the next month, they did. Each couple would bring along their swimwear, flip flops and a bathrobe to change into after dinner, and then after the evening was done, most often we would run across the street back home carrying our street clothes. There was no shortage of alcohol shared as well, making the trip back home late in the night, an interesting one.
When we first met, I found Lisa to be very sexually appealing, with her lovely round bottom, and long brunette hair which was either in a long pony tail or put up in a bun. Whereas her partner, Gerta had always given off an aura of standoffishness, and looked quite masculine in her demeanor and dress. Lisa has always been the flirty type with me, whereas Gerta seemed to be drawn much more to Margaret.
Unfortunately, just over fifteen months ago, Marg passed away suddenly, from a heart attack, right here in our home. This caused me to become more reclusive, despite attempts by our only daughter, Sylvia, to match me up with dates with a few women my age. Gerta and Lisa did so much for me during my time of mourning, from delivering home cooked meals, to me coming home to find my unkempt lawn freshly mown by Lisa. The two of them seemed to miss Marg as much as I do.
The only thing that I have continued doing socially since Margaret's death, is to keep our monthly get togethers, at their home or mine. The women have always been so easy to talk to, and have shared many laughs along with a few good cries, relishing our good times together.
I guess the turning point in our relationship was when we were going through our third bottle of wine in the spa last month. I happened to say something that changed our path, without even knowing it. Although we had spoken often about personal affairs, I said to them, "You know, we've been neighbors for so long, but I don't think I ever heard you say how you two met."
Gerta, the taller, more serious one, spoke up quickly, while Lisa just cuddled into her wife in the corner seat of the hot tub. Gerta began their story with, "Oh, yes, well the interesting thing is that I met Lisa when I was a teaching nurse, during the first year of her nursing program."
"She really caught my eye, and when it came time for her first clinicals, I had made sure to have her assigned to me in pediatrics that year. She was but twenty years old, and I was twenty-nine. And, one nightshift, things were very quiet on the floor, so we found an empty linen closet. That was when Lisa became my very good girl for the first time."
Lisa added, "Wow, that was thirty-five years ago!" Lisa had already wrapped her arms around her wife while Gerta regaled their story, Lisa's face barely above water, nuzzled into the side of Gerta's breast.
Gerta kissed Lisa on the top of the head, and I said, "That is a great story, ladies. How lucky you two are to have each other for so long."
Lisa asked, "How long was it for you and Margaret, Robert?"
I paused to do the math. "Well, if I'm fifty-eight, it would have been forty years together for us next year. But, we had a great run."
Lisa held her glass up and said, "To our best friend, Margaret." We all lifted our drinks up and sipped in her honor.
The next question would be the changing moment in our relationship. I said to them, "Did the two of you always know you only wanted to be with women?" This wasn't a question that was rude, as the four of us had covered many personal topics over the years.
Gerta spoke up. "Well, I've always known that I only like women, but Lisa has enjoyed her share of penises over the years." Maybe the alcohol had loosened Gerta's lips, but Lisa didn't seem to mind at all. The look on my face must have told them that this fact was quite a surprise for me.
"You see," Gerta went on, "I've had no interest in having a male put his dick inside me, at all. I find male genitals quite disgusting to look at, but Lisa had been with boys before me, and she does enjoy it occasionally. We've always shared those events together, in our bedroom, but because I have a dominant personality, the men we've chosen have been willing to both give to her, and receive from me, if you know what I mean." My face unintentionally contorted at her comment, and Lisa giggled a little at my consternation.
Gerta clarified with, "Robert, I like to use a strapon. I assume you know what that is."
I nodded. "Oh, okay. I get it. I'm sorry if I got too personal."
"Not at all," she retorted, "The men we've shared were mostly gay or bisexual, and they weren't so masculine that they wouldn't give up that masculinity for some fun time. A few of them have said that they found the relinquishing of their manhood for a time, to be quite freeing."
Lisa chimed in with, "Yes. Remember Jamie? She was the transsexual with the perfect boobs. But, her penis didn't work very well that night, did it? But, she was so much fun though." The two giggled at their recollection of that night.
I sat quietly, realizing I was getting an education right there in their backyard.
Gerta went on, "You see, Robert, I am quite adverse to hair, and hairy people are a big turn off for me. Even Lisa has been lasered clean since we first met." Gerta noticed me taking a peek at her underarms, which have always been noticeably unshaven. "I know that sounds odd to you, but because I am so dominant, I find my own body hair very erotic, as does Lisa. I guess I want to be the one who is in control all the time. So, all of our lovers over the years have always been clean shaven."
Our conversation moved on to a few other topics as the night waned, before it was time for me to go home. I thanked them both for their hospitality, and mentioned how the two of them have been such a positive thing in my life. We hugged good night, and I made my way across the street.
I had a few weeks to think about the conversation we had over drinks that night. I had a wild idea enter my head, and I couldn't get it out. All of our married life, Margaret was very conservative sexually. We would never dare to suggest sharing our bed with either a man or a woman. And, even though I had seen other men in the showers at work who had shaven around their genitals, Margaret would not have entertained that thought, even though I thought it looked very interesting. Margaret had always shaved her body hair regularly, except for her pussy. Despite my pleas, she didn't entertain the idea of shaving her pubes until a few years ago. Since then, I have really loved going down on her smooth shaven pussy. Around the same time, she stopped giving me head, which she used to do with enthusiasm, but her libido had increased so much around that time, I was fine with getting sex as often as I did.
Even though I did fantasize about Lisa, I would never have told Margaret, as she would have found that repugnant. And here I was, a single male who was free to try things on my own. So, I made a decision that I knew Marg would never approve of. The day before our next hot tub dinner date, I went across town to Sunset Spa, and requested a full body waxing. I knew it was crazy, and that maybe nothing would ever come of it, but I did it anyway.
I must stop my story to say GOD DAMN, that waxing hurts! Tearing off hairs on my thighs, and chest, and then my nuts, with a thick paste of wax is crazy! But, when I stood up to get dressed, along with the tingling pain left over from the procedure, I felt a breeze where I never had before, just walking through the room.
When I got home, I shed my clothes and applied some cream to the sorer places. I checked myself in the mirror and found that the only hair I had left were eyebrows and my flattop hair cut. Although my own body is reasonably fit, I looked as though I were ready to enter a body building competition, my pecs and abs looked more masculine, not being hidden by the mask of body hair. Everything felt so soft, and as I turned from one side to the other to see what I looked like from different angles, I noticed my cock begin to harden. This really did feel freeing, at least at this point. I was nervous about what it might mean to be as free as Gerta had suggested.
The next night, the ladies arrived, and I served up a stir fry, with the meat in a separate server for Lisa and I, knowing that Gerta would only eat the rice, vegetables, and legumes. The first bottle of wine popped open and our chatter was just the same as at any other time. After we gathered up the dishes and got the dishwasher running, the girls stepped into one of the spare bedrooms to change for our spa ritual. I went into my room and found a bathing suit less baggy than the long shorts I normally wear. I found a slightly more form fitting, but not overly snug, bathing suit and put it on.
I brought drinks out to the table next to the spa and then went back inside to set up some background music set to low volume. When I came outside, the two girls were settled in the tub already, sipping from their plastic wine goblets. I felt the breezy coolness as I stepped towards them. Lisa was first to notice, and her eyes followed my body from head to toe.
I chatted all the while, trying not to make anything more of my decision to show them my willingness to come to their terms. The night went on uneventfully, at least until I stepped out when the phone in the house rang. After I answered and dealt with the unwanted salesperson, I crept to my bedroom window, where the hot tub and my guests lay beneath.
They were talking quietly, Gerta in mid-sentence, "... but it's up to you, my love. You know I will entertain him if he understands the rules."
Lisa responded, "Well, I don't know why he would do that unless he wanted to send us a message."
I could see Gerta's hand slip beneath the surface of the water and into the gusset of the bathing suit of her wife. "Oh, my. My little one has become very aroused. I think you like his advances." Lisa's eyes closed as she enjoyed Gerta's foreplay.
Gerta leaned in and whispered to Lisa, "It's up to you, but he needs to know what he's getting into." She removed her hand from inside her wife's bikini bottoms and sat back. I took advantage of the lull and slipped quietly back to the patio door.
"I'm sorry, ladies. Another unsolicited call. I put the answering machine on, so we won't be bothered anymore tonight." I stepped back into the spa and took my drink from the side table.
I don't know if either woman could hear my heart pounding, but I stayed low so the beating of my chest didn't give me away. Our banter ensued, and another bottle of wine emptied itself before us. Gerta reached for it and said, " I need to use the ladies' room, Robert. Can I bring out another bottle from your fridge?"
"Yes, please, Gerta. Unless you two have had enough." Gerta stepped out, and disappeared into the house. Lisa slipped across to beside me.
"Robert, I have to ask you something, okay?"
"Sure, Lisa, anything."
"We noticed that you've trimmed your body hair. Did you do that for us?"
