My husband Eric and I get along very well with my girlfriend Georgia and her husband, Tom. We go out with them on average every other week and we have a great time. Eric and Tom get along well despite a professional "rivalry" -- my husband is a firefighter and Tom is a cop -- and I've always gotten along well with my older girlfriend who helped to raise me after our mom had a stroke. She lived down the street and my dad hired her to help out until my mother could manage the house herself. Georgia is such a free spirit you would almost wonder how she was able to look after a lonely 10-year old and an entire house, but she did manage it at the relatively young age of 18. Consequently, I have believed my entire life that my older girlfriend could do anything she set her mind to and I listened to whatever she told me and hung on her every word.
We were supposed to have dinner with Tom and Georgia one Friday evening when my husband got called away to a very large, 5-alarm blaze. I suggested that we re-schedule but my girlfriend and Tom had planned a night on the town for us and wanted my company. I knew what that meant; Georgia was in the mood to play dress up.
My girlfriend is a tall, amazing looking brunette with the legs of a fashion model. She worked as a runway model for a few years before she met Tom and still works as a fashion store consultant and buyer for a large department store chain. She loves to dress up and has a husband that looks great in a suit, so we usually indulge them. This time, they offered to pick up the check as it was just me going with them, so I decided why not just enjoy a night on the town? That's exactly what I did. I put on my swankiest black dress, stockings and heels and hoped that maybe Eric would be able to join us a bit later. I knew it wasn't likely, but I felt like a third wheel for a bit of the evening.
My girlfriend snapped me out of that funk early on. She and I had always gotten along well, despite our age difference. Maybe it's because she had been the protective mother figure for most of my life or maybe it's because we both have a goofy sense of humor or maybe it's because we like similar things. I've always been able to confide in her. We even like the same type of strong, burly man as evidenced in our taste in husbands. Georgia and I like a "man's man" -- not a chauvinist, not by any means, but a man who can make decisions and is all male. That is my Eric and that is her Tom.
Back at their place, we sat around and got into the wine. A lot of wine got flowing and I wasn't all that sober when Tom suggested we watch a movie. As I wouldn't be able to drive for a number of hours, I was quite okay with that. When he put the movie in the player, I was surprised to find after about 5 minutes in that it was an Adult film and a very hardcore one at that.
I hadn't expected that. I'd watched a few with Eric but to be watching one in the same room as my girlfriend and her husband was an odd feeling. I poured myself another glass of wine to keep myself from getting all squirmy. A bit of "liquid courage" and it helped a LOT.
The star of the movie was a young blonde named Taylor and it was apparent that after a few minutes, she was up for anything. The first scene had her with another woman; the (flimsy) plot had her cast as a young woman having multiple affairs while her husband was working in another country. The first scene was with her and a lovely brunette named Angela and it got to me. I'd never had a bi-sexual experience but like any 25-year old these days, I've thought about it. To my surprise, my girlfriend was watching this scene intently and her breathing had become slower and labored. Georgia was really turned on by the girl-girl action. She got down off of the couch where we were sitting and sat at my feet. She slipped off my heels and started giving me a foot rub. Had I been sober, I might have questioned just what my older girlfriend was up to, but I wasn't and it felt so darned good. My girlfriend's husband looked over at me and gave me this odd little smile. Thank God at this point I wasn't sober. What happened that evening would never have happened and I'm not sure if I wouldn't regret that a great deal.
My girlfriend's foot massage started to get a little more -- intimate. She started to rub my feet and caress my toes. It was turning me on and that wasn't right, I knew. This was my girlfriend! When her hand started crawling up my leg, I put a stop to it. "I don't know what you think you're doing, teasing me like this," I hissed through clenched teeth. "But stop it! Your husband is right over there!"
"I know he is," Georgia giggled drunkenly. "I don't mind if he watches me tease you. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, why do you think I started modeling in the first place. Am I hurting you in any way?"
"No," I giggled drunkenly also. "You're kind of -- turning me on. Please stop it, it isn't right -- you're my best friend!"
"Chill," Georgia said. "It's just a massage and it's only natural for your body to respond to something that feels good." My girlfriend continued running her hand up my leg. "I love the fact that you wore stockings," she cooed to me. "It shows that you are a sensual person and that you're aware of that."
"Of -- of course I am, I like nice things and feeling good and ... ooo!" I let out a small gasp. My girlfriend's fingertips were touching the gusset of my thong and I was sure that she would be able to see how wet I was and stop. How wrong I was. She moved the tiny piece of lingerie to one side and slid a finger into my pussy. It was like a million volts had gone through my body at that very moment. My very best friend was fingering my pussy and I had to put a stop to it! Yet try as I might, I could barely move. When Georgia took her finger out of my pussy, she licked it clean. "You taste nice," she whispered as she teased me. "I might go further next time but maybe we should watch some more of the movie."
I nodded and turned my attention back to the screen, hoping Tom hadn't seen what my girlfriend had been doing. A fraction of me wanted her to go a bit further because I had been on the verge of climax. My brain was starting to sober up and I couldn't deal with what had just happened sober. I poured another half-glass of wine and watched the action on the screen. Taylor was no longer with her attractive girlfriend. The girlfriend was sitting on a couch that looked identical to the one I was sitting on and she was watching Taylor as she took on two guys. She was bouncing up and down on one cock that was the biggest tool I had ever seen and sucking the dick of the other man. This was the most raw, raunchy porn film that I had ever seen.
