This is a stand-alone story. However, it is also a continuation of the story of Grant and Isabelle from my Valentine's Day story "Anniversary Gift" While there is no need to go back and read that one, I hope that you will.
"I can't believe Amelia is in college already. It seems like only yesterday you were sending me pictures of her first day of kindergarten." Kayla reminisced. "And now she's all grown up."
Isabelle set her cup of coffee down on the desk. "I know. I guess she's not my baby anymore."
"Oh, don't pretend like it's some big misfortune for you now. We both know that having her out of the house has been good for your sex life."
Isabelle laughed. "Well, I mean my sex life wasn't exactly bad before she went off to college either, but yea, I guess it makes things easier with her gone." She looked back at Kayla on the screen in front of her. "Which brings us to the reason I called." Isabelle took a breath. "Have you talked to any of the girls recently?"
"Sara, Jen, and Samantha? I haven't heard from any of them in years. Why do you ask?"
"Well," Isabelle smirked. "I've been," she paused and thought for a moment. "Reconnecting with them."
"What does that mean?" Kayla was becoming intrigued. Back in their college days, the five of them had been almost inseparable. They had all shared a two-bedroom apartment together. It led to a lot of fun combinations in the bedrooms and a lot of sleepless nights.
Isabelle looked around the room, as if confirming that no one was around. She knew no one was home, of course. Amelia was off at school, and Grant was still on his way home from work. He would likely not be home for another twenty minutes. "Okay, so several years back, Grant started asking about my experiences with other women."
"I'm surprised it took the pervert that long. He knew you were bisexual before you guys started dating." Kayla rolled her eyes. "Typical man, I'm sure. Wanted to get off on stories about his wife and her lesbian lovers."
"Kayla, stop that." Isabelle had been expecting this. "You know he's not like that. I've told you all about Grant."
"Yea, yea. He's a great guy. So why did he want to know about all of us then?" Kayla was bisexual as well, but she certainly leaned heavily toward women. She was distrustful of men, especially straight men.
"Kayla, be nice, or I won't tell you a thing."
"Fine, fine." She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. "Okay, go ahead."
"Thank you," Isabelle said. She waited a moment to see if her friend was really done complaining or not. When Kayla said nothing more, she continued. "He didn't ask about any specifics. He asked about the four of you. What made you special? What you did to make me happy? If I missed being with women. He wasn't trying to get me to tell him about our sex lives. He wanted to make sure that I was happy, and that he could satisfy me the same way that you could." She paused again. Kayla had crossed her arms in defiance, and her face seemed to show that she was doubting Isabelle's words, but she said nothing. "Anyway, I started out just telling him he was enough. I told him how you and the other girls made me feel. That seemed to help. But it got me thinking about it. And soon I couldn't help it. I asked him if I could tell him more about it."
"Gee, let me guess, Mr. Walking Penis didn't have a problem with you telling him more?"
"Kayla!" She pouted and stuck her tongue out but shut her mouth again. "As a matter of fact, he made it quite clear that he didn't need to hear about anything specific. But I wanted to tell him so badly. So one night, while he and I were playing in bed, I did. It started out as telling him about a fantasy, but it wasn't really a fantasy, it was just a story about one of the times I was with Sara."
She tried not to get turned on thinking about it. Both that time with Sara, and the time that she first told Grant about it were incredibly sexy nights for her, and it was difficult to ignore the heat emanating from between her legs when she started thinking about them. "You remember that time with Sara when you, Jen and Sam were camping, and Sara and I had the apartment to ourselves for the weekend?"
"Damn girl. That's the one you started with? That's like prime lesbian fantasy stuff there. You really wanted to get him going huh?" Kayla started fidgeting in her seat. The memory of that weekend getting to her too.
"What can I say?" Isabelle shrugged with a sheepish grin. "Anyway, I kept trying to add him into the fantasy too, pretending like he was there and such. But he wouldn't go for it. He insisted he didn't want to be a part of it."
"What do you mean he didn't want to be a part of it? You two are the hottest chicks I know. Anyone with half a brain cell and blood in their veins wants to fuck the two of you. And If the two of you are together and already fucking, that's like the fucking jackpot. Pun intended."
"I know right? But he wouldn't. He insisted all he would do if he was there was watch. He only wanted for me to be satisfied." Isabelle carefully slid a hand beneath her skirt. She spread her legs just a little and touched her wet folds. She made sure that it wasn't visible on the camera. "Anyway, so after that night, I confessed to him that the whole thing had been an actual event. After that, it became a kind of regular thing for us. I would tell him about different times that I had been with one or more of your girls while we fooled around." She stifled a moan when she recalled another detail. "He insisted I try to recall exactly how each of you would lick me, and he would try to emulate it himself while I was telling him."
"Oh my God Kayla, it was amazing. You have no idea how amazing his tongue is."
"Yea? Even better than me babe?" Kayla raised an eyebrow. She had always prided herself on being one of the best in that category.
"Oh yea, even better than you Kayla." Isabelle slipped a finger inside of her pussy, trying not to make it obvious what she was doing. So far Kayla had given no indication that she had noticed. "Anyway, for a few years this was a regular thing. I told him about things we had done. Or I told him fantasies of things I wanted to do. He always insisted that he only watch. The most I could ever get him to agree to in my fantasies was to fuck me. But he refused to touch another woman." She looked right at Kayla to make sure she understood. "I'm telling you Kayla, he is for real a good guy. I couldn't get him to cheat on me if I tried!"
"Okay, okay. I guess it sounds like he's for real. Still seems too good to be true. He can say it all he wants, but until he proves it, he's still a walking penis to me."
"Well, then let me continue my story." Isabelle took a breath and recomposed herself. "Just a few years ago now, I gave him a pretty amazing anniversary gift. For our thirteenth anniversary, I invited Sara to come up and get a hotel with us." Kayla's eyes grew larger for a moment and then narrowed. She knew where this was going, and she was trying to decide how she felt about not being chosen for the opportunity. "You know I couldn't pick you Kayla. You are not the biggest fan of men. And I needed everything to go perfectly."
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The car came to a stop in the garage; the door closing behind it. Grant quickly unbuckled and got out. His six-foot frame threw a large shadow in front of him. In his college days he could have passed for a linebacker. He had wide shoulders and thick muscular arms. Now, after years of riding a desk, he'd gained a few pounds here and there. He still had that wide frame, but the muscles were much less defined. His business suit hid the weight well though.
He stepped through the front door and set his briefcase down. He did not see his wife Isabelle, but that was not odd. She could be anywhere in the house. It didn't matter either way. When he got home, he had his usual routine. He kicked off his shoes and left them by the coat rack, and then took his suit jacket off and laid it on the back of the couch on his way through the room. He headed straight to the bathroom like he typically did.
In the bathroom, he removed his shirt, folding it haphazardly. He didn't need it perfectly folded, but he liked to keep things neat. Sometimes Isabelle came in while he was showering and he preferred to leave the room clean enough for her to use. Next he undid his belt and pants, letting them drop to the floor. Hooking his thumbs into the band of his boxers he bent over and pulled them down, grabbing his socks as he got to his ankles. Stepping out of each leg, he picked up the pile of clothing and folded it, placing it on the counter with his shirt.
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"Really? That's it? After all of that, he didn't try to fuck Sara?" Kayla said with a gasp. After hearing the story of everything that had happened, she was rubbing her clit softly just outside of the camera's view. Over the years, she had tried to get Isabelle to do something with her again, but the moment she had started dating Grant, she had stayed true to him. Even hearing the story of what the two of them did with Sara wasn't enough for Kayla. Maybe She was more open to the idea now, but she couldn't risk it just yet.
"Girl, I practically had to beg him just to get him to eat her out. And I'm not sure he would have gone for it if not for the circumstances. As it was, I had Sara swallowing him whole while I asked him, and promised to ride him while he did it. And he
STILL
hesitated!" She took the last sip of her coffee, hoping that the act of drinking would distract her from the puddle on her seat, or how heavily she was breathing. It didn't work. "I'm telling you, I have tried. And Sara wasn't the last either. Like I said, I've been reconnecting with the girls."