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Testing the limits of sexual honesty: wife watches and directs as husband fucks a lesbian friend.
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My name is Lynn and I'm 32 years old. My husband Adam and I have been married ten years. Adam is 34, and in the eleven years we've known each other we've never had an argument, or even a harsh word. Some people we know think that's unhealthy, or that we're lying. But it's true. We both believe in being honest with one another and so we keep very, very few secrets. When, on the extremely rare occasion one of us catches the other hiding something, or lying, the plaintiff develops a bedroom procedure to deal with it. You might think that such a matrimonial discipline system could be an incentive to break the rules, but it actually doesn't.
We're still deeply in love, and while we don't have sex every day the way we did in our first few months together, the improvement in the quality of our sex has far outpaced any decline in frequency.
We know most of each other's sexual fantasies and fetishes and use them to turn each other on. Each of us has fewer sexual hang-ups now than we did at the beginning of our relationship. It's not that we had so many that either of us was horrible in bed. It's more that the process of eliminating our respective hang-ups has been liberating. We certainly don't act on every fantasy that either of us has because we believe that some are better left in the imagination.
I likely had the most sexual hang-ups. It took a few years for me to get the courage to show Adam the kind of sexual pervert that I really am. The fact that I use the word pervert is a clue that I still have a few insecurities. That said, being accepted and loved by my husband in spite of, or maybe because of, my perceived perversities is exciting and endearing.
Adam has been my beacon. The more open I became, the closer we became. The more open he became, the closer we became. Our relationship and our sex has evolved, and gotten better. Mind you, we have plenty of plain vanilla sex. It's like comfort food. Sometimes a plate of macaroni and cheese is the best meal in the world. Sometimes a simple missionary hump is all we need to soothe the horny beast.
I think that one of the secrets to a good sex is talk about sex. Adam and I talk about sex often. We also like to read erotic stories and share our favourites with one another. We have jumped into bed more than once after one of us describes the part or idea of a story that has turned us on. Occasionally we'll watch porn together and talk about what we find most exciting. Maybe more unusually, we sometimes talk about sex with a couple of our close friends. We're not driven by the desire to Swing or to have group sex, or anything like that. We find that open conversations about sex with friends helps to nurture that part of our brains. It helps to reassure us that our sexual thoughts and behaviours are simply a part of the natural order of things.
The friends I'm referring to are a lesbian couple, of all things. We can get quite honest about our sexual interests. We certainly don't get into conversations about sex every time we get together but if the topic comes up, we all embrace it. This is a story about how honesty and a sexual conversation with our friends led me to follow my imagination to the edge of destroying a relationship. If anything, it is a cautionary tale. And it came about, indirectly, because of a conversation Adam and I had with our friends and neighbors Josie and Donna.
Josie is 36 years old and is one of the lesbian couple I mentioned. She lives in our condominium building with her partner Donna. Like Adam and I, they've been together for ten years.
I met Josie at a neighborhood Yoga class about three years ago. We had seen each other in our building for a few years but it wasn't until I signed up for a Yoga class she had been attending that we became friends. We're both fitness addicts. Besides the weekly Yoga class, we both do a 50 minute Spinning class twice a week. We go to different gyms but each of us works out with weights once a week too. We're very fit and feel sexy because of it.
I'm 5'4" tall and 120 pounds. I have what some people call a dancer's ass - significant, round, and firm. I don't want to look muscular but you can tell from my biceps and shoulders that I work out. I've got a D cup size, which is larger than I'd like, but that's what seems to get people's attention first. Josie likes to joke that she recognized me by my rack before she could remember my face.
I want to be clear that this is not a story about lesbians. I had one brief relationship with a woman before I met Adam and while I can still get turned on by thoughts of having sex with a woman, I really do prefer men. Adam knows that and he plays with that side of me sometimes to get me off.
Sometimes when he's fucking me from behind we'll pretend that there is a woman on the bed, her legs spread in front of me, and he will tell me what to do with her pussy. It works best for me if we've just watched a porn movie with a male, female, female threesome and the woman I'm pretending to eat is one of the women in the film. Maybe that makes me bisexual, even if it's such a small part of my life that it's almost not there.
Josie is a very beautiful woman. In lesbian terms, she's a femme. Some lesbians have lesbian written all over them. Not Josie. At 5'1" and 110 pounds, she's petite even compared to me. And she's stunning. She has an A size cup but her ass and thighs larger than mine. I sometimes jokingly call her 'buoy' because of the resemblance between her body shape and those marine warning devices. I also get a chuckle at the homophone.
Josie's partner Donna is more obviously a lesbian. At 6'2", she's more than a foot taller than Josie. Donna isn't trim like Josie. She must weigh 200 pounds. She's plays ice hockey in winter and floor hockey in summer but she's not into going to the gym. They're a great couple. Josie is a bit of an introvert and Donna is the quintessential extrovert. They work well together. I think their relationship is similar to the one that Adam and I have. I'm the extrovert and Adam is an introvert.
I invited them to our place for dinner about three years ago and we had such a great time that we made it a regular thing. We now eat at our place or their place about once a month. Sometimes it's just Josie because Donna travels for work a lot.
At the beginning Adam was a little uncertain about Josie and Donna. He had never had any experience with lesbians as friends. But he's curious about everything. He is a documentary film maker and a very good one at that. Donna is the VP of Human Resources for a bank and Josie is a professor of art history. I'm a computer engineer for a software design company. When conversation starts it flows easily. It seemed from that first evening together that we were all destined to be friends. Adam jokes that it's because we all like pussy. Donna likes his quirky sense of humour so the winds of friendship were blowing in our favour. It also may help that we all like to smoke pot. None of us drink much, and grass is our only major vice.
There is a game called Truth or Dare that we play occasionally that led us to revealing some of our sexual secrets. Donna is always the one to start the game. In fact, she introduced us to it. We rotate clockwise around the group asking a selected person to answer an embarrassing question (truth) or to perform some embarrassing task (dare). It's almost always about the truth questions. There are rarely any dares.
My heart sank the first time Donna asked a question because she chose Adam. She asked him as calmly as you might ask for a hotdog at a food cart: "Have you ever fucked Lynn in the ass?" I love to anal sex and Adam loves it to. I can count on Adam parting my ass cheeks and burying his cock deep inside me at least half the time we have sex. But that's not the point. Prior to Donna asking the question, our sexual practices were pretty much kept to ourselves. I didn't know how Adam would respond. I knew he would squirm a little.
Adam was silent for at least thirty seconds. He first stared blankly at Donna. Eventually the corners of his mouth began turn up into a smile. He looked at me and then at Josie, and back to Donna. He finally broke the silence and said "Hell yes! I love it and she loves it too. Now that you bring it up, that's what I want to do tonight." He looked at me and leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I love it when he does things like that.
Donna and Josie laughed. I smiled and felt a wet spot develop in my panties. The revelation to our new friends that we like anal sex was exciting and sort of cathartic. I felt a flush of heat pour over my body at the thought of what else we might reveal to them.
Josie followed with an equally exposing question, but this time for me. She asked "Did Donna's question and Adam's response make you wet?" Donna and Adam laughed before I said anything. I could see that they were going to become chums. I didn't hesitate as long as Adam did with his question but I told the truth and said "Yes. My panties are wet". Maybe it was the nervous energy that the game had made us feel, because as soon as I responded we all burst into peals of laughter.
Thus began a friendship that would lead each of us to reveal things about our sexual lives and interests that we wouldn't otherwise do, and certainly not in such mixed company.
Adam and I now know that Josie shaves her pussy and Donna keeps hers trimmed. We know that Donna likes to play with Josie's asshole during sex, that Josie likes it, and that she especially likes it when Donna mounts her anally from behind with a strap-on. One of the most intriguing things we learned is that Josie isn't a pure lesbian. She had sex with several men before meeting Donna and she claims she enjoyed it, or at least wasn't repulsed by it. My take was that her interest in men is similar to my interest in women. While she is strongly attracted to women, she still has occasional cravings for a man's body and his hard cock.
I'm not the jealous type but when I believed that Josie was a bona fide lesbian, she wasn't a threat. When she wasn't, when she was instead bi-sexual, things changed a little. Fortunately, I'm not really insecure about my relationship with Adam. He's a beautiful hunk of a man. He's 6'2", athletic, with full head of dark brown hair, a moderately hairy chest, which turns me on, and a face to die for. He's also very loving, affectionate, and sexual. I know he loves me deeply, as I do him, but I could nevertheless imagine him getting hard at the sight of Josie's smooth wet cunt. It bothered me and excited me at the same time. It's not that she is shaved; I've been shaving since I was 20. It's more that I want my own cunt, and only my cunt, to be the one that excites him. The sense of power and excitement that I get by watching his beautiful cock go from flaccid to rigid within seconds of me spreading my legs for him is addictive. At the same time, I can't deny how attractive Josie is and how much I would love to see her spread her legs. I'm a happily married woman who loves her husband and his cock and yet the thought of at least seeing her bare cunt, especially in the presence of my husband, made my nipples stand erect and my clit to get hard.
Adam and I talked about Josie when we went to bed the evening we learned about her bi-sexuality. I was honest with him about my feelings. He told me that the thought of Josie getting fucked in the ass with strap-on dildo was a turn-on. We got very excited as we talked. I eventually looked him in the eyes and said, "You know what I want now, don't you?" He kissed me, sticking his tongue deep into my mouth and grabbed and pinched my nipples. When he released his mouth from mine, he said "Yes,I know."
Adam turned to reach for the lube that he keeps in his side table and simultaneously said "get on your hands and knees. I want to see your beautiful asshole and cunt. Close your eyes and picture Josie with her legs spread in front of you. Imagine that your mouth is inches from her wet slit. But you're not allowed to taste her yet."
Adam got behind me and placed the container of lube on the bed while he pulled my ass cheeks apart.
