I first met Ellen during college. I'd gone down to Kelly's college for a weekend of sex. Ellen was her roommate. She was sitting cross-legged on in the center of the floor working on her photo scrapbook when I entered. She wore a ripped t-shirt and short shorts. Her dark and sexy breast popped through the holes and her shaved snatch peeked around her crotch. She made some first impression. She was smart, beautiful and very sexy. Kelly kept me away from her (which was a very good thing!) After college we stayed in contact with her but we were not very close as she was kind of weird.
Some years later, after her divorce (her husband came out), Kelly introduced her to her gynecologist, Nick. They instantly hit it off and were soon married. We became a bit closer and had several dates with them. One night, we were sitting in their den. Ellen and Kelly were going through Ellen's old scrapbook while Nick and I looked smoked a joint and looked through their bookshelf. I can tell a lot by reading one's bookshelf. Ellen's books were all women's health and women's sexuality topics. Some of the books were nude art collections, A Mapplethorpe caught my eye. Nick's books were more of the scientific and sci-fi bent.
"It's obvious where your interests lie but do you have any books that both of you share?" I asked.
"We keep those elsewhere. Would you like to see them?"
"Sure" We took the joint and our glasses of wine and I followed him into their bedroom. The room had a large super-king sized bed with mirrors above and around it. There was a bookcase on one wall filled with sex books and videos, porn and otherwise.
"Nick. With all the pussy you look at everyday, you can still look at more?"
"Ellen and I like to explore our fantasies and since we have no kids, this is our playroom."
It seemed plausible enough, especially when I noticed that many of the titles were bisexual. Although I had looked at Ellen lustily, I'd never looked at Nick that way. He was tall and handsome, about 6'4". I immediately imagined his cock matching his proportions. At that moment, Kelly called me as it was time to leave. I quashed my thoughts, gave Nick a look and we left the room. Before we left, we made plans for them to spend a weekend at our beach house with us.
On the way home, Kelly told me that the scrapbook she'd seen was filled with hundreds of pictures. She said that many of the pictures Ellen described my saying, "I had an affair with him...I had an affair with them...she was my lover for a few months..." Kelly was astounded but kept still during this.
I asked Kelly, "Were you in the scrapbook?...cause I sure wasn't."
Quietly, she answered, "Yes. Once, when we were roommates, Ellen and I made out. We felt each other up and she fingered me. It was a one-time thing and we were both a bit drunk. We never did anything again."
"I think it's going to be some weekend," I said. And I told her about the bedroom collection and their predilections. We both agreed that the weekend would be different.