Lisa

This is a continuation of the story "Ashley," (https://www.literotica.com/s/ashley-10) 5/14/2025. Some of the references in this story will make more sense if you read "Ashley" first.

Ashley and I were on our honeymoon at a cabin in the mountains when, after a particularly satisfying mid-afternoon sexual tryst, she asked, "Lisa wants to know if you still want to fuck her."

Aside from the inappropriate timing, we'd only been married for two days, I was in a post coital bliss and not mentally prepared for a question about my intentions concerning another woman.

"You've discussed it with her?" I asked.

"I have," Ashley admitted. "I avoid the topic but Lisa keeps returning to it. She actually suggested she could come with us on our honeymoon."

"Unbelievable," I commented.

"I didn't take her seriously but she was obviously trying to make a point," said Ashley.

"And that point is?" I asked.

"She wants to fuck you," stated Ashley.

"And you took that request seriously?" I wanted to know.

"Ordinarily I wouldn't," said Ashley. "But Lisa is my best friend after you. I've known her longer than I've known you. I couldn't ignore her."

"So, you told her that you'd ask me about it," I concluded.

"I did," admitted Ashley. "And you still haven't answered me."

"It's not a simple answer," I procrastinated. "Certainly, Lisa appeals to me on many levels. I don't know her well enough to build a meaningful relationship but I can relate to her physical attributes."

"Is that enough to want to fuck her?" Ashley asked.

"Under any other circumstances, yes," I confessed.

"And I'm the only thing standing in the way?" Ashley asked.

"Not you," I differed. "Our relationship. It's bigger than us or even the three of us."

"What if I told you it wouldn't have any effect on our relationship," Ashley explained.

"That's hard to believe," I stated honestly. "Your husband having sex with another woman, no matter who she is, has to have an emotional impact on you, even if you pretend it doesn't."

"Gary," said Ashley. "I love you. I give my real body to you. Relative to Lisa, I can separate my feelings similarly to how I successfully separated my feelings from my work as Mystique. It's not ignoring the facts, just accepting them as they are and placing them in the proper context."

"You could do that if I fucked Lisa?" I asked.

"I could," agreed Ashley. "You're both my friends and I have no concern about how you might relate to each other."

"What if I can't?" I asked.

"You can't what?" she asked.

"You may be able to control your anger and jealousy but I can't ignore the guilt," I told her.

"Guilt?"

"My guilt," I clarified. "I gave my vows to you. Not anyone else. And certainly not Lisa," I added.

"We didn't vow to 'forsaking all others, remember?" said Ashley. "And, if I give you my blessing wouldn't that ease your guilt?"

"It might," I admitted. "But we're working against years of education to always do the right thing. Having sex with someone other than you just doesn't feel like the right thing."

"Would it help if I was with you?" asked Ashley.

"God no," I answered quickly. "Even if I was convinced it was all right, I'd probably get so nervous with you present that both Lisa and I would be disappointed."

"I get it," conceded Ashley. "You and Lisa are on your own and you won't disappoint her."

"I haven't agreed yet," I reminded her. "I need some time to process your arguments although I don't fully understand them. I respect you and I also need to reconcile how not fucking Lisa isn't disrespecting you."

"Wow," said Ashley. "That's deep. Take your time. We won't see Lisa until after we get home in ten days. Meanwhile, could you roll over here and give me some respect?"

Lisa's name came up several times during the next ten days. One day, during a walk in the woods after we left our mark in a secluded glade, Ashley told me that Lisa hadn't had a man between her legs in months and it was driving her crazy.

"Lisa is a beautiful woman," I told her. "If she wants a man, all she has to do is sit at the end of the bar in the nearest pub and she'll have a dozen to choose from."

"She doesn't want just any man," Ashley said.

I left the conversation incomplete and we walked, hand in hand, back to the cabin.

On another day, while we were exploring the lake in a two-seated kayak, Ashley told me Lisa was dreaming about me.

"I assume her dreams include activities usually done with our clothes off," I stated.

"Good guess," confirmed Ashley. "Are you having similar dreams?"

"Yes," I admitted. "But it's always with you."

"That's sweet," cooed Ashley. "But I don't have Lisa's problem."

I pointed Ashley toward a brown bear on the beach and the conversation died while we watched the bear.

We got home late Saturday afternoon and we had sex for the first time as a married couple in our own bed.

Lisa's name didn't come up again until Tuesday after work. "I'm having lunch with Lisa tomorrow," said Ashley.

"That's nice," I said. "Say hello for me."

"What can I tell her?" asked Ashley.

"Tell her what?" I asked before I figured it out.

"When she can come over and have sex with you," Ashley reminded me.

"I haven't agreed to have sex with her yet," I insisted.

"Will Saturday work?" asked Ashley with a smile.

I couldn't answer her. The weight of her insistence made speech difficult.

Ashley invited Lisa to an early dinner late Saturday afternoon. She told me midafternoon on Saturday.

"What?" I asked hastily. "I haven't committed to anything."

"We know," Ashley said. "I thought talking to her might make your decision easier."

I took her hand and started for the bedroom. "Not now," Ashley said. "You should take a shower and shave," she suggested.

I showered, shaved and dressed in gray Dockers and a blue Polo shirt.

"Nice," approved Ashley. "Dressed to impress."

I hadn't thought about it consciously but now I was wondering if I had made a subconscious decision.

"Grab a beer and find something to watch on the television while I finish dinner preparation," suggested Ashley.

Ashley was still busy in the kitchen and the late game was about to start on the television when the doorbell rang.

"Will you get that?" asked Ashley from the kitchen.

Lisa was at the door. She had a bottle of wine in one hand and a bouquet of carnations in the other. Her hair was up in a ponytail, her makeup was light and she was wearing a bright yellow sundress with a square neckline and a skirt that flared from her waist to just below her knees. The neckline exposed her lightly tinted skin and just a hint of cleavage. "Hi," she said.

"Hi," I said. "Come in." Ashley arrived drying her hands with a kitchen towel. "Hey, girlfriend," Ashley said to Lisa. "You look incredible."

"I try," said Lisa. She handed the flowers and wine to Ashley, put her arms around me, gave me a hug and kissed me lightly on the lips. The three of us headed for the kitchen and dinner. Dinner was a shrimp salad with lemon vinegarette dressing and the wine complemented it perfectly. I thought that the women had somehow coordinated the meal.

Ashley had prepared a chocolate mousse with raspberries for dessert. While Ashley was assembling the dessert, Lisa stood up. "Excuse me," she said. "I need to use the loo."

"Through the archway on the right," directed Ashley and Lisa left the kitchen. She had something balled up in her hand when she returned and sat back at the table. She put her hand on the table next to me, opened her fist and withdrew her hand, leaving a pair of bright yellow panties on the table.

I suppressed my surprise. "Interesting," I said.

"I try," Lisa said.

We finished our mousse in silence. Ashley cleared the dishes, put them in the dishwasher and looked at her watch. "Look at the time. I have to go," she declared.

"Go? Where?" I asked.

"I promised Margo I'd go see the latest Ryan Reynolds movie with her," related Ashley.

"Tonight?" I asked.

"We made the plans weeks ago," Ashley said. "I told you at the time."

"I don't recall that," I said. "But you're going to leave me alone with Lisa."

"You'll be fine," Ashley said. "Lisa came to see you anyway, not me."

"But..." I tried to say.

"Don't worry. You and Lisa need time to get to know each other better. I'll be back in no time," Ashley called over her shoulder as she headed for the door.

Lisa and I sat at the kitchen table with her yellow panties on the table between us. I didn't know what to say and, if Lisa had any thoughts, she wasn't sharing them. I pointed to the panties. "Is this some kind of an invitation?" I asked.

"You could interpret it that way if you want," Lisa said.

"It's unusual," I commented. "It doesn't usually happen this way."

"I could put them back on if you want to take them off," Lisa said.

"No. That's fine," I said, thinking that everything I said and every response from Lisa was leading in only one direction and I wasn't avoiding it.

"You can touch them, you know," prompted Lisa.

I ran a finger over the fabric of her panties. "They're cold," I commented.

"I could put them on again if you'd prefer them warm," Lisa offered.

"That would be nice," I agreed with a resigned sigh.

Lisa stood up in front of me, picked up her panties, stretched them between her hands, reached under her skirt, stepped into her panties and pulled them up high around her waist, revealing her neatly trimmed pubic hair in the process.

"They'll be warm quickly," smiled Lisa. "We should go somewhere appropriate where you can take them off again."

Lisa had no question about where somewhere else would be. She left the kitchen and headed directly for the bedroom. There were a number of surprises in the bedroom. The bed was freshly made with the covers turned down revealing clean linens. Before I could close the door, Lisa turned and kissed me. Not a friendly kiss or a kiss with a promise. A demanding kiss with her tongue probing into my mouth and one leg raised around my hip. With her legs spread like that, she was grinding her yellow clad pussy against my thigh.

"Slow down Lisa," I whispered when I could take a breath. "I promise you this is going to end exactly the way you want."

Lisa lowered her leg and stood in front of me. "I'm sorry," she said. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment."

"I'm interested," I replied. "How long?"

"Since the first moment Ashley introduced us," Lisa shared.

"I had no idea," I admitted.

"That's because all you men are slow to pick up on what we women want. Sometimes you take so long to get the courage to make a move on us you actually miss getting what we both want."

"Ashley knew what you wanted?" I asked.

"She asked me to slow down and promised me I'd be next after she married you," explained Lisa.

"I need to talk with Ashley," I said. "But since we're here, we should make the most of it."

"I'm ready," stated Lisa.

"I'll need to verify that for me," I smiled. I pulled her close to me and kissed her again. Lisa moaned into my arms. I slid my hands over her hips and below the hem of her skirt and slid them up until I could take hold of the top of her panties. "Are they warm yet?" I asked.

"Almost too warm to be comfortable," hinted Lisa.

I pulled the sides of her panties down over her hips and down her thighs. I knelt as Lisa stepped out of her panties. They were incredibly warm. I pulled her close. Lisa lifted her skirt and my head moved under it. Lisa opened her legs. I inhaled deeply as my nose slid up her slit, bumped over the nub of her clitoris and my tongue pushed between her labia to taste what had overheated her panties.

Lisa gasped and her legs wobbled. I steadied her with my hands as I stood up and sat her on the edge of the bed. She lay back, her legs lifted high and she held them up with her hands behind her knees. I could see the lips of her pussy pulsing as I stripped off my pants. My erection sprang forward.

"Oh, my," said Lisa.

With one hand, I teased my erection between her labia and pushed inside her.

"Fuck," exclaimed Lisa.

I leaned over her, supporting myself on my arms on either side of her and stroked repeatedly as deeply as I could manage. I was lost in the physical experience only once realizing that I had waited almost as long as Lisa had for this to happen. There was no possibility that this was going to be a prolonged event. "Lisa?" I asked.

"Please," Lisa begged.

"You're not protected," I said.

"I don't care," she cried. "I want this. I want to feel you empty yourself inside me. I want to live with the possibilities. Fuck me."

I had a brief second thought but dismissed it. I pushed deeply inside her and unleashed a torrent of sperm laden semen inside her.

Lisa wrapped her legs around me and she shook intensely. Her teeth were clenched, her eyes closed and tears were streaming down her cheeks. I fell out of her, she rolled on her side and pulled her knees tightly against her chest.

I took off the rest of my clothing and curled up on the bed behind her. I held her in my arms as she calmed and began to breathe normally. Slowly, the tension in her body relaxed. She grabbed my hand and pressed it against her breast. "Thank you," she whispered.

Eventually, she rolled over to kiss me. She realized that I was naked. The kiss was quick. She got out of the bed. "Let me get the rest of these clothes off.

Naked, Lisa was a museum quality work of art, worthy of exhibition in the Metropolitan Museum of Art or the Louvre. I sat on the edge of the bed in front of her.

"What?" she asked.

"Give me a moment to fully appreciate the quality and beauty of the woman who just gave herself to me," I told her.

Lisa smiled and began to pirouette slowly in front of me. After the second rotation, she stopped in front of me. "Okay?" she asked.

"I'm breathless," I admitted. "Why did it take this long?" I asked.

"It's only been six months," said Lisa. "You expected it to happen sooner?"

"Honestly, I didn't want it to ever happen," I confessed. "My relationship with Ashley was more important to me than any other relationship I could imagine, including a sexual relationship with you."

"I know that," confessed Lisa. "And I wouldn't ever have done anything to disturb you and Ashley's relationship. Ashley loves you. I've never seen her so committed to any relationship."

"So why did what just happened, happen?" I asked.

"It was what Ashley wanted," Lisa said.

"I got that impression," I agreed. "What I don't understand, is why?"

"Ashley's an incredible person," described Lisa. "She knew there was an attraction between us and she wanted her two best friends in the world to have whatever they wanted, even if it was each other. Right now, she's got everything she's ever wanted and, we, you and I, are part of that. She believes that she with you and we with each other is perfection, the best of all possible worlds."

"Damn," I said.

Lisa pushed me back on the bed and straddled me. "So," she said. "What are we going to do about it?"

I grabbed her, rolled us over, kissed her and said, "We're going to make love."

Lisa responded by rolling us over again and settling herself between my legs, one hand on my cock and her mouth open and down on the top of it.

It was a slow, emotionally and satisfying two hours. Lisa took her time demonstrating her oral skills and entertaining me in the process. Eventually, my penile nerve endings capitulated and I erupted inside her again, this time in her mouth. While I recovered, I brought her to orgasm twice, once with my mouth on her clitoris and my fingers in her vagina. The second time, I had my mouth on her clitoris and fingers in both her vagina and her ass.

When Lisa was satisfied with my penis' condition, she straddled me and slid down on me. We both knew there was a miniscule chance that I would orgasm soon so she made the best of it. She rode me until she was becoming weary, turned us over and had me enter her from behind.

Lisa was incredibly attractive from any angle and from behind the view included her anal sphincter. My finger was familiar with the territory and I wondered if introducing another one of my body parts would be just as acceptable to her.

I lubricated my finger with the fluids escaping from between her labia and teased the tiny entrance to her rectum. When I thought she might be ready, I slid from inside her vagina.

"What?" Lisa reacted.

"Oh," she said as I began to rub the head of my well lubricated erection against her rectum.

Together, we worked to expand our experience together. We pushed against each other with a single purpose. "Relax," I suggested.

"Ou," she gasped.

I was considering the need for more lubrication when Lisa suddenly tensed and pushed back hard. The head of my erection popped into her ass.

"Ouch," she cried.

I held still. "Are you okay?" I asked.

Lisa took a deep breath. "Yeah," she said. "I didn't expect it to hurt."

"Should I stop?" I asked.

"No. It doesn't hurt now. Go slow as let's see how far you can get."

I got further than either of us expected. There was nothing inside her rectum to resist my entrance. Lisa wiggled her ass. "Fuck me," she requested.

I began a sequence of reciprocating strokes inside her. Lisa responded by matching my cadence with pushes of her body as I moved into her. I reached under our connection and slipped two fingers into her now idle vagina and rubbed them through the thin membrane against my moving erection.

"Damn, that's incredible," gasped Lisa.

Five minutes and an orgasm later, Lisa ordered, "Don't leave until you baptize my intestines."

Minutes later, I flooded her intestines with everything I had. "Damn, that feels good," Lisa screamed.

Later, we lay on the bed, quietly kissing and touching each other erotically. "When you came in my ass," revealed Lisa, I felt the heat of your semen all the way to my nipples. It was amazing. I've never felt that before."

"You've had the opportunity before?" I asked.

"Twice," confessed Lisa. "But never like that. After the second time I swore I'd never do it again. Now I have a different opinion."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, but only with you," Lisa told me.

We were still lounging in the bed when Ashley came home. "Honey, I'm home," she called from the living room.

"Shit," I exclaimed as I started to get out of the bed.

Lisa put an arm around me. "Don't. Stay here with me."

I managed to pull the sheet up over us before Ashley walked into the bedroom. "Hey, girlfriend," said Lisa.

"Hey," repeated Ashley. "Is everything okay here?"

"Better than okay," corrected Lisa. "Absolutely outstanding."

"Well, carry on," commented Ashley as she left the room.

I was going to have to adjust to Ashley's cavalier attitude concerning me having sex with another woman, namely Lisa. While I was contemplating the potential complications, Lisa climbed out of the bed. "I should be going," she said.

"Why now?" I asked. "You waited until Ashley got home."

"I'm sure you and Ashley have things to do that I don't have to be involved with," Lisa explained.

Lisa dressed in her yellow sun dress, picked up her yellow panties, looked at them for an instant and tossed them to me on the bed. "You should take these with you," I said as I picked them up.

"I'll have to come back to get them," she replied and left the bedroom.

I indistinctly heard the women talk to each other before the front door closed and Ashley came into the bedroom. "Still in bed?" she commented. "Waiting for me?"

"I am," I wisely answered.

Ashley got undressed, assessed the state of the bed in front of me and walked around the bed to get in behind me. I turned over to face her. "You look happy," she said.