"With you, or the sorority sister code?"
"They're one and the same. You know that."
"So, who's taking your place in bed with me?"
"Your wife... unless you want me to send in Rob."
"I'll pass," he said as he rolled back over. "Have fun with Paula."
Opening the door quietly she smiled wickedly, knowing she would.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Betsy had known Paula Wilson a long time. Almost as long as she'd known Carrie Foster, the three of them becoming roommates in college at the sorority they all belonged to in the mid 50s.
Freshman Paula had joined the two friends during their sophomore year, eventually establishing herself as third member of a group that were progressive far beyond the time, particularly when it came their sexuality. It took her longer to fit in because the other girls were a year older and already established at the large university in northern Indiana. It took some doing for them to trust her, because she was a handful from the start.
And a lot of that had to do with Paula herself, who had a habit of being the mischievous one. So much so that the other two had to constantly keep her in check. They even had to create specific rules intended just for situations when their sexual fun crossed some line. Rules that revolved around retribution; some might even say punishment. Most of the time it was Paula that was on the receiving end because she was the one that couldn't contain herself when it came to sex.
Not that the other two were saints by any stretch. By their senior year Betsy and Carrie were having the time of their young lives. They didn't necessarily have a reputation, but they did have a certain standing amongst the fraternity men. There were in a word, popular. Extremely popular. They took their studies seriously, but they looked at their time away from the classroom as a carnal carnival. They'd become so close, if they couldn't find men to play with on their free time, they'd play with each other. And Paula was right there with them... always just as naked. The experimenting with lesbian tendencies began soon after Paula arrived and Betsy and Carrie loved it. For her part Paula didn't hate it, and it was sex so she was all in.
The truth was it wasn't a stretch to say that the trio had gotten into a lot of fun-loving trouble together over the years, including after they'd all gotten married.
Betsy became betrothed to a masculine hunk she began dating off and on her senior year. Darren Thomas was handsome; both stocky and athletic in stature. He was a soldier, having spent three years in the Army. And he was a stud. She fell in love with his long, thick cock first. She found the rest of him incredibly charming and funny. She never thought of their relationship as serious. That is until his unexpected proposal; she accepted, forever changing the life she saw for herself.
Carrie married a dashing man from her native Chicago named Mack Richardson. He was several years her senior. In fact, he had become her boss at the accounting firm she went to work for right out of college. Disappointed that she wasn't able to find work in her major, she made the best of the situation and quickly worked her way up to become an executive secretary. She was assigned to work for Mack.
Within six months, she was excitedly working under him. As in under his desk. Or on his desk...frankly many places throughout the building. One particularly memorable time was late at night in the boardroom. He was enamored with her large chest... one she prominently and proudly showed off. She was equally smitten with the large package that was defined in the crotch of his tailored trousers. Two months later, she was looking for a new job because she was engaged. Apparently you could fuck the boss but you couldn't be married to him.
Then there was Paula. While Betsy and Carrie ended up with men they were attracted to and in essence fucked their way into more serious relationships over time, Paula was truer to her nature. She ended up marrying Carrie's brother. Just not the one she anticipated being with.
Actually, she didn't anticipate ended up with any of Carrie's brothers, at least as far as being betrothed to them. She only intended to fuck her younger brother John. She'd slept with him before when she was in college, albeit under very unusual circumstances. Circumstances that led to the initial development of the rules of behavior the three women had.
Visiting Carrie's family to celebrate
her
engagement, Paula got drunk during the party. In her inebriated state she came up with the idea to relive that debauched weekend her first year in college, seeking him out in the middle of the night. What resulted was the ultimate case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or more precise, the wrong room and the wrong brother. She didn't know because it was dark, and all she was looking for at the time was a hard cock to fuck. She found it in Carrie's older brother Rob.
He didn't protest at the time, because he was about to get laid. And he did, several times over the course of the night. She didn't figure out it was him until morning, when he fucked her ass from behind, that the cock that was burrowing deep inside her didn't belong to the brother she remembered doing that same thing five years before. This cock was much thicker, and it hurt like hell.
What hurt worse was the realization a month later that that night of seemingly innocent fun had come with a price. Namely in the form of a baby on the way. With that announcement came an unwelcome ceremony with Rob, the two forced to marry because of parental pressure and the views at the time.
The good news was they grew to actually love each other over time. The other not necessarily bad news, was that Paula was never going to be the kind of woman that would leave her wild streak at the altar like Betsy and Carrie did for the longest time. She made a short-lived attempt to curtail her desires, but it was never going to work under the circumstances. Paula wasn't looking to settle down when she got pregnant, and she had no intention of stopping her fun with other men just because of it.
It nearly cost them their marriage. Yet over time, with some unforeseen clarity he not only learned to accept his wife's dalliances, he suddenly found them a turn on. He didn't know what to call it at the time; if there was a name for what he was feeling. All he knew was that he became excited whenever she'd return home after being out with another man, knowing all too well she'd had sex with him. He couldn't wait to do the same and reclaim her as his.
Betsy and Carrie eventually learned about Paula and Rob's unusual relationship, and in doing so it opened their own eyes once again about their own sexuality. The dawning of the sexual revolution was sweeping the country at that time in the late 60s and while they were all a half-generation older than those young women on the front lines, burning their bras, they weren't
that
much older. It would be more accurate to say the three of them were just a little ahead of their time. They liked to think they helped spark the idea of free-love while at their university. Embracing the movement they happily joined in, with the full support of their spouses.
That didn't mean that Paula didn't continue to be a problem whenever the three of them were together. It was her nature to try and push things, often too far. She tended to think with her libido instead of her brain and that caused her to cross lines she knew she shouldn't. When that happened Carrie and Betsy were always there to hold her accountable. Even decades later.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Betsy was in love with her from the start. She couldn't help but be. The young woman standing before her in her kitchen might as well have been a reflection in a mirror. They were roughly the same height and fairly close to the same weight. They had the same body type, both slender and athletic, with small, perky breasts and incredible asses. While there were obvious differences, most notably their ages, she could feel the connection in her soul the instant their eyes met.
It was a gift Betsy had, one of discernment; the ability to sense in people who they were and what they were about almost instantly. Betsy never understood where that ability came from but she learned to accept that it was real very early on in her life. She'd turned out to be right so many times that she simply trusted her instinct, even when those around her thought she was crazy. It had happened so many times since they'd been married that Darren no longer questioned her. If his wife told him that someone was trouble, or corrupt, or even evil, he believed her. He'd seen the results proven out countless times over the years and knew the percentages. If Betsy sensed it she was almost always right.
That didn't mean he wasn't skeptical from time to time. Most often in instances where he was particularly captivated by someone's personality. Or rather the package it came it. Men tend to get caught up in outward appearance which can easily cloud their judgment. Women have an easier time ignoring the ornate wrapping, looking at what's inside for what it really contains. With Betsy it was like she had some kind of X-ray vision. She knew exactly what someone was thinking, or feeling... or hiding.
The first time Neil introduced his parents to the woman that would become his future ex-wife Betsy's internal alarms starting going off. She played nice, thinking it was just another girl in her son's life. After all he'd had several girlfriends, none of them serious. She naturally assumed the connection was simply based on sex. The girl was gorgeous and it was fairly obvious to Betsy that any chemistry they might have would stop in the bedroom. They had nothing else in common. Leaving be, she figured her son was smart enough to see her for who she was, and he'd tire of the eventual drama that would come.
It wasn't so obvious to Neil. He was too close, and too hooked on what happened between the sheets. When he announced that he was in love with her, Betsy pulled Darren aside and told him what her intuition was screaming at her. Darren didn't believe her at first; one of the few times since their early years of marriage that he thought she might have misread the situation.
