As he drove through the gloom of a late winter afternoon, his thoughts turned to his Kathy and how surprised she would be when he arrived at her house, back a day early from his trip. They had been a couple for six months now and never before had he been with anyone quite like her. She was a truly sexual being, and it was as if he were addicted to her and her insatiable appetite for sex.
It was almost dark as he quietly let himself in with the key she had given him. He noticed that no lights were on in the main living areas, and wondered if perhaps she was out. He paused for a moment just inside the doorway, and heard the sound of music playing somewhere in the house. Slowly he moved through the bungalow, following the sound, until he saw a light coming through her bedroom door which was slightly ajar.
He moved close to the door, peeking inside and his eyes immediately widened at what he saw. There on the bed were two naked figures, one, a woman he did not recognize was sprawled back on the bed, propped up with pillows, while the second, his girl Kathy was between her legs, her face buried in the woman's pussy.
His head was spinning, a variety of emotions flooding through his brain. At first there was a flash of anger, which quickly subsided, and as he watched the two figures on the bed. He was torn then, should he leave and let them have their pleasure in private, should he watch from behind the door, or should he enter and see what happens.
As he stood there, he began to focus on the other woman. She was younger than Kathy, probably in her early 30's, slim with a body that was toned and tanned. Her breasts were small, beautifully formed, with prominent pink nipples and her legs long and shapely. Her face was pretty, but not beautiful in the classic sense, her hair short and almost boyish in appearance. He was intrigued by the contrast to his Kathy who was much more womanly, with curvy hips and full breasts.
His initial uncertainty had turned to arousal, his hand moving to his crotch, rubbing the hardness through his trousers as he watched Kathy making love to another woman. As he did, he gently pushed the door open a bit wider.
With that movement, the other woman turned her head, her eyes widening as she saw his form in the darkness behind the door. She tensed, letting out a gasp, causing Kathy to lift her face and look around. As she did, he pushed the door open wide, letting her see who it was. Kathy's initial shocked expression quickly turned to a wicked smile as she recognized him.
"It's alright, Chrissy," Kathy said as she turned to look into the other woman's eyes, "It's my boyfriend Ed." The fear quickly was gone from the woman's face, and a soft smile came to her lips.
Kathy rose from the bed and came to him, sliding her arms around him and giving him a soft kiss. As she pressed her lush body against him, she whispered "You've always wanted to be with two women, so here is your chance, and I know Chrissy is game."
With that she took his hand and led him to the big chair in the corner of the bedroom. "Just watch for a bit," she said, "Join in when you feel the urge!" She turned and walked sensuously toward the bed.
Chrissy was now kneeling on the bed and he let his eyes roam over her naked form. She was one sexy lady, and her eyes twinkled as they caught his. Her tongue darted out, circling her lips, wetting them as Kathy moved onto the bed with her. He watched them embrace, Kathy taking charge, her hands sliding over Chrissy's body. They pressed together, breast to breast, lips locked in a deep sensual kiss.
As he watched he began unbuttoning his shirt, he felt hot; aroused in a way he had not felt before. He stripped it off, baring his muscular upper body, his eyes fixed on the two women. His fingers moved to his belt, unbuckling it, sliding the zipper of his trousers downward, and then raising his body to slide them off. The thickness of his cock was prominent in his white briefs as it strained against the soft cotton.
The women had moved now, Kathy moving behind, her lips caressing the curve of Chrissy's neck. Her hands slid around, one cupping a breast while the other dipped downward, trailing over the flat belly, fingertips sliding into the silky hair below.