Since this is a tale about Ally, my wife and partner of almost fifty years, I'll not go into details of how it was for me with Roxy. Yes, I learned things I didn't know and yes, I shared them with Ally.
I've asked Ally to remember that night and what happened from her perspective since I wasn't there. She doesn't really write that much, her talents are in other areas of art, so I recorded her side and I have taken what she said and edited it, mostly taking out repetitions and pieces that would require a lot of back story or don't go with the current story. I just left the mic on and we talked. She's not really a story teller but has humored me and given me something to add here. She just told it to me and the mic sat between us.
"OK, the first thing I want to say is this is my husband's thing. (smile) I know he gets some charge out of reading and writing on Literotica but it's not my thing. He's grown more intellectual over the years and for some reason reading and writing about sex will get him going sometimes. And I am sometimes the beneficiary. (big smile)
I've read what he's written already. I am pretty much appalled. (disapproving look) It makes me look like a real slut. There is so much more to our lives. I've gone along with it because of the reason I just said, it's his thing and sometimes I'm the beneficiary, and he's explained to me this forum is pretty much just for guys, and apparently a few girls, to get off. With that in mind I'm humoring him, and hopefully anyone out there who reads this stuff.
Needless to say, we are very tolerant people."
"So. The night he's talking about was a good one for me. I remember it well because it was the first time I made over $500 in tips, counting the panties I sold. It was also the first time I brought extra panties with me just for that purpose. Nowadays I understand girls are making a living off just selling panties on the internet so things haven't changed that much, maybe just the volume." (I gave her big eyes and a hand motion to keep going)
"Ok, Ok, story. As I drove home I do remember thinking 'What are they up to now? Will I find him home?' a couple of times but mostly I was excited about the money. It was a lot of money back then."
"When I got back to the house he wasn't there but Pete was. He had left about the same time I did because it was closing time. I had to do stuff at the locker with Barbara so I had told him I'd just meet him at home. He had almost left a little after Roxy took my husband home but I had convinced him to stay, mostly because he was looking like a little puppy that had lost his bone. I think he was planning on being the one going home with Roxy. He did OK with her later though. Oops, that's probably not something I was supposed to say because we were all there. Oh well." (smirk at me)
"Anyway, I got home and Pete was there smoking a joint in the living room. After I left my bag in the bedroom I went out to see what he thought of the night at Naturals. He was more than enthusiastic, especially about my dancing. I had given him some special attention after I had convinced him to stay but nothing that was out of bounds. Not even a lap dance, but that was mostly because I was making so much money doing other guys. I just focused on him when I was dancing and gave him the treatment I usually saved for the bigger tippers. And chatted with him for a moment after I was done with each set. I didn't want him to feel bad. He was, and still is, a good friend."
"I ended up telling Pete I wasn't sure when you'd be home but I was going to take a shower and go to bed. His puppy dog look came back and I just couldn't leave him. I think I ended up saying something like, 'OK, I said I wouldn't just tease you. Or I said I wouldn't be a tease in this house,' something like that. His look came back to normal and then I wondered what I was going to do with him. I didn't think fucking him would be good because it was so hard on my husband, even though he wasn't my husband yet," (here I cut out a lot because she got so off subject it just doesn't go with the story but wanted to give an idea of what was going through her mind that night. I come back to the transcript when it seems to go with what she's said already)
"So I guess I decided since he'd seen me mastrubate already we could help each other get off. Then I'd go take my shower. Since he'd just told me he thought my being dressed in my normal school clothes and acting so nasty was one of the turn ons, I went back to the bedroom and pulled out another pair of panties. I hadn't bothered to put on any more after selling my last pair at Naturals. I remember thinking if he liked me in my normal clothes then I'd wear my normal panties. So I put on regular white cotton bikini panties."
"I put on some music and teased Pete again like I would at Naturals. Then I went a little further and asked him to show me his cock as I started to finger myself under my panties. He pulled his cock out and it was already hard. I was starting to get turned on. Back then I was almost in a trance sometimes when I got turned on. The stuff that would come out of my mouth! (giggles) I was telling him to look into my fuck hole, all sorts of things. He told me my panties were in the way so I took them off and threw them at his head. He just caught them and started using them to jerk off with. That got me going even more and I ended up on the floor on my back with my legs split in front of Pete just yelling anything that came to my mind and trying to cram three of my fingers inside myself as far as I could. Hmm, just remembering this is getting to me a bit. Maybe I can see why you like to do this..." (another big smile)
"I ended up coming really hard and settling down a bit and then noticed Pete was still hard even though it looked like he had cum too. He still had my panties around his cock and was just staring at me, or at least my hand and cunt." (Here she went off again about the word cunt, blaa blaa blaa so I stopped her)
"OK, OK. The Story!"
"I had an idea and went into the kitchen and got a liqueur glass. The ones we had then were like a shot glass only longer, remember? About four inches. Going back into the living room it gave me another sexual jolt to see Pete there still lightly stroking his cock with my panties. I didn't hesitate. I unzipped my skirt and dropped it to the floor and then lay down in front of him again and spread my legs. I went back to fingering myself and talking nasty and after a minute or two, maybe an orgasm or two, I took the glass and inserted into myself and said I wouldn't fuck him but if he wanted to cum in the glass I'd drink it up and still carry his cum with me. That did it for him. His eyes got huge,he stood up and came again right over my upturned crotch." (a smile and a little laugh here) "Some even got in the glass! I think most of it ended up on my thighs and stomach. When I stood up I remember some was even under my boobs."
"Then I went and took a shower. When I got out my husband, oops, boyfriend, still wasn't back." (Here she actually went on about how it was hard to call me a boyfriend since we'd been married so long, blaa, blaa, blaa)
I included that part, from Ally, so you could know what happened when I wasn't there. It's pretty much just the way I remember her telling me but at the time I was feeling so much from what I'd just been through my memory isn't near that detailed. And I was hoping for collaboration of some sort to carry this on. Like she said, it's not her thing, not going to do it. But I have her "blessing" so here we go...
When Roxy dropped me off and I came back to the house I was feeling a little guilty. I know it sounds crazy but that's what religion can do to you. I'm sure I still carry some around to this day.
I walked in and was surprised to find the house quiet and nobody up. I could smell pot so I knew Pete had been up a little while ago at least.
I went right to the shower since I hadn't at Roxy's and knew I'd have her smell on me. I just hoped Ally was really just waiting for me in bed and staying as she had said. Like I said, guilt.
Ally was dead asleep when I crawled in beside her. This wasn't unusual on the nights after she was at Naturals. It's a good workout dancing over six hours or so.
As I snuggled up to her when I crawled in bed she woke for a moment and asked, "How was it?"
I didn't hear any infliction of accusation in her voice, which was what I was afraid of, and so I answered, "Good. Different, but good," in a neutral tone as well.
She pecked me on the lips and snuggled into me saying, "We'll talk about it later." She was back asleep in a minute or two. I must have stayed awake for hours, at first thinking about what had happened with me and Roxy and then wondering about what had happened when Ally came home and it was just her and Pete. I was a very confused young man.
I didn't work the next day and woke late. I was surprised to find myself alone. I'd expected Ally to be very interested in what Roxy and I had done but instead found a note from her in the kitchen saying she forgot to tell me she had an early piano lesson at her parents house so would see me later in the day. She'd call.
When we finally did get together that afternoon I was a bit anxious. How do you talk to your girlfriend, the person you love, about having sex with another lady? I ended up being surprised at how easy it was.
The first thing Ally wanted to do was to get naked down to my boxers and her panties. We sat on the bed cross legged facing each other. She took my hands in hers just as we had done in discussions earlier. This felt good right off because of the memories of how close we felt in the past after this type of communication. Later we used this set-up as a move into tantric work. I don't think either of us was aware of the idea of tantric at this time. I wasn't.
The details of the discussion are lost on me now but the general idea of how it became easy has stuck with me. I was fearful, and more interested in my point of view, of the physical points of what happened, what we did.
The questions that Ally asked were about what was said, what was felt, and pretty much about the relationship of what happened.
I remarked on how Roxy had pubic hair that was tight curls and thick, like carpet. She asked if I had mentioned it to Roxy? Did I feel like I liked thicker hair around a vagina?