It all started on Easter about five years ago. We had been invited to our friend's (Brad) grandmother's house for their Easter dinner. His whole family was there, and when we showed up with our daughter, it made that little two-bedroom house seem even smaller. On the ride home is when my wife hit me with it. While she had been inside changing our daughter's diaper (we were all outside playing football), my friend's sister, Karen, had started talking to her. During their conversation, Karen mentioned she was bi-sexual, and wanted to know if we were interested in having a three-some with her. Well, I was ready to right around and go for it, but my wife said no. Karen was only 18 at the time, and not really mature enough for it she thought.
Well I thought that was the end of it, until Thanksgiving the next year. We had all gone over to Brad's new house for a sort of potluck Thanksgiving feast and house warming combo. We were invited, along with some friends of ours. We all showed up and ate, played games, and watched the usual Thanksgiving Day football and hockey games. I had gone upstairs to check out the place, see what the bedrooms were like There were the kids playing in their room with Karen. I watched for a minute as they all played with Barbie dolls. The kids then all decided to go downstairs for dessert, leaving Karen and I alone in the bedroom.
I walked around checking it out and talking with Karen. How were school, life, friends, you know, all the usual questions. She had gotten up to follow along with me, and was right next to me when I decided, what the hell, why not?, and kissed her. Her tongue was in my mouth before I could even get my arms around her, and we were kissing each other passionately. I immediately knew that as talented as her tongue was that she would give a hell of a blowjob. My hands roamed down her back to her ass, where I grabbed a cheek in each hand and squeezed, pulling her in closer to me. I moved my hands back up and around to the front, so that I could get a good feel of her tits. They were wonderful. Keeping one hand on her tit, my other hand slid down into her pants, where I discovered, to my enjoyment and surprise, no underwear. Right then, we heard the kids coming back upstairs and had to break it off.
For the next two years, I thought that was all it was going to be, because every time we were together after that, we could never get any time alone. Then it happened. It was Christmas, and everybody was over at our place. We had the Christmas feast, the exchanging of presents, the sports on TV, and, of course, the games. Right in the middle of the Disney board game (whatever the title of it was I forgot), Brad's oldest daughter got sick. Well they had to take her home, and since Karen had ridden with them, she had to go also. She wasn't ready to, and asked if somebody could give her a ride home later. I said I would, so Brad said O.K. and left. About two hours later, the party was over and it was time for Karen to leave.
I told her to hang on one minute while I went upstairs to go pee. While I was up there I grabbed a pair of handcuffs and a few condoms. I came back downstairs and kissed my wife, telling her I'd be back shortly, then Karen and I got in the car and left.
We were driving down the expressway and I was asking her about life away at college. She told me about her latest girlfriend and how she was incredibly horny all the time. She was telling me about her newest boyfriend, how he was a virgin and how fun it was going to be deflowering him, and about her.
"And then what?" I asked, "You going to introduce him to threesomes with your girlfriend?"
"No," she replied, "he's not really ready for that yet."
"Oh" I replied, "then what?"