How I met My Wife's Girlfriend
When I got my wife, Sue, to confront her being bi, that opened other conflicts. In her head, she
had
to be either straight or gay. We nearly split when she placed ads in a rainbow paper behind my back. Finding an open ad let us have a deep discussion. I even drove her to a date so she could explore on her own.
She was intense and distraught when she defined her perfect relationship, probably with men. Her knife stabbed when she said she wanted to live far from her lover and just meet once or twice a month for intense loving, then live separate lives again. My ideal, after finding "the one," is to do nearly everything together and share our friends.
She built fences around her friends and lovers, making them exclusively and deliberately just hers. If I accidentally found out about a friend, she kept us casual and distant. On the other hand, if she loved a woman, I wanted to be close to her and them. I didn't expect sex from them, but I wasn't against sharing
my
loving wife with the stranger.
Imagine my shock when Sue suggested we go visit a close friend I had never met. Sara lived about twenty minutes away, yet the drive was silent. At least her responses to my questions to prepare for this revolutionary encounter were. Sue seemed pensive and anxious, yet looking forward to our meeting. When she folded a knee up, her tiny shorts moved aside and confirmed she was commando as well as braless. Already distracted from driving, I cupped her beautiful, recently shaved pussy. Leaning her seat back, closing her eyes, and spreading wider despite the probability that some stranger would see her pretty pussy surprised me. Her irresistible aroma filled the car as I fingered her swelling pussy and she pinched a bare nipple. When I pushed her clit hood back in plain view, she trembled in a near-silent orgasm. We finished our drive with my soaked fingers in my mouth, her drenched, gaping pussy still exposed and my cock aching.
When we got to Sara's, Sue knocked and let herself in. Odd. "I'll be just a minute. There's some ice tea on the kitchen counter. Grab some and have a seat." After grabbing the glasses, Sue lead us down a short, yet wide hall on some thick white carpet. Since I had the lead, I was first to freeze. At the end of the hall was a half bath. Sara was seated on the toilet, facing us with the door wide open and her panties and shorts around her calves. I stared at her beautiful legs and the furry patch between them for too long, then turned to look away. Sue was behind me and blocked me.
"She's not shy. You can look at her." She turned me around and pushed me a few steps closer. What kind of trap was this, I wondered? Sara waved and smiled. Finally looking at her face, I realized she was positively pretty. My wife had good taste in women.
With a totally calm expression, Sara said, "I'm done here. Happy to meet you, Sam." She spread her knees and wiped, twice, then stood up. Leaving her panties and shorts down, she twisted and flushed. Stepping out of her shorts and putting them on the sink counter before slowly stepping out of her panties and laying them on her shorts, she said, "I hope you aren't embarrassed as I stay comfortable like this. I was going to wait a minute before losing the textiles in front of you. But everyone has to pee and I know you've watched Sue pee up close."