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I had known Christa for years before she ever came out. Not only had I harbored a bit of a crush on her, but even my wife once told her that, if anything was to ever happen to her, Christa had her blessing to take her place. We had a lot in common and it always surprised me that some lucky guy hadn't scooped her up. When Wendy came into her life, she decided it was time to end the charade and admit to all of us that she was gay. I don't know that there was one person in her life who wasn't completely supportive of her and, when we got to meet Wendy, we embraced her as well.
Purely by coincidence, Wendy and I ended up working at the same company a few years after she and Christa first got together. We didn't know each other really well but we got to know each other a little better even though we worked in different departments. It was during a lunch together that our conversation took a surprisingly intimate turn.
"Did you know that Christa has never been fucked by a guy?" Wendy asked. She continued before I could respond, "That's not to say that she's a virgin; just that she's never been fucked by a guy."
"You're telling me this why?" I had to ask, though trying not to sound rude about it.
"I'm concerned," she said, "I don't want her to have some kind of mid-life crisis in a few years and decide she needs to fuck a guy, or worse, multiple guys. I'd actually rather facilitate it happening now and help her get it out of her system rather than leaving it to potentially build up."
"So she hasn't said she wants to get laid, but you're just hoping to head her off at the pass?" I asked, still not sure why she was telling me something so intimate.
"Right," she replied, "I figure I find the right guy for the job then talk to her about it. With the right guy, it shouldn't take too much convincing...for either him or her."
"Am I in contention for the right guy?" I asked after a sudden revelation.
"In contention would imply that there are others under consideration," she replied, "I'm hoping that you'll be interested in helping me out and I'm sure that Christa would be more than happy to have you as, hopefully, the only guy she ever screws."
It took a few minutes for me to digest what I was being asked to take part in. This was obviously something I'd be interested in, given that I'd had a crush on Christa, but it was also something that we'd need to be discreet about, especially given that I was married.
"You'd be there, too, right?" I asked, as I considered that she'd need to be present to facilitate and that it might be a little bit awkward without her. Wendy had a nice figure and a set of tits to rival Christa's, so there was no way I'd be able to turn down the opportunity to be with both of them.
"I, uh," she stammered, clearly not having given it that much thought, "I guess it would make sense if I was there, too."
That sealed it for me so we got down to the details of her discussing it with Christa then how we would pull it off. I suggested that they mention in the presence of my sister-in-law, who they were closer friends with, some home repair that they needed, knowing that she would recommend they call me. I knew that my sister-in-law would mention it to my wife so, when she brought it up, I could say that I'd just talked to Wendy about it at work and we just needed to figure out when I could make it over there. As it worked out, my wife actually helped me schedule a day and time to go fuck a couple of lesbians.
Wendy and I had lunch again the Friday before and made sure that everything was set and it seemed that we were all pretty excited about it. I showed up at their condo on Saturday with a trunk full of tools that would never be used as there was only one that I expected I would need. I hugged each of them when they let me in then we agreed to go ahead and get started. They led me to their bedroom and, as Wendy and I had already discussed, they started to undress me. I raised my arms as they worked together to strip off my shirt then kicked off my shoes as they undid my shorts and let them drop to my ankles. While I stepped out of my shorts they were massaging the obvious bulge in my briefs, which they then also slid down, ending up on their knees, staring at my throbbing tool. They looked it over but didn't touch it then stood and asked me to lie in the middle of their bed.
"Are you hot for some cock?" Wendy asked Christa while fondling her tits. Christa nodded with a big smile so Wendy started to pull her shirt up. I watched intently as Christa raised her arms and her bra was soon visible. As Wendy was tossing Christa's shirt aside, Christa started to remove Wendy's shirt, as well. They caressed each other's tits through their bras before each reaching for the other's shorts and starting to slide them down. My cock was completely rigid as I admired the two of them in just bras and panties, now making out while squeezing each other's asses. They both moved their hands up to the back of the other's bra while stepping slightly apart and were both quickly allowing their respective bras to slide down their arms.
They both turned to face me and show off their tits, which I definitely appreciated. Christa's nipples and areolas were a bit larger than Wendy's, but there wasn't much difference in the size of their tits. They both then grabbed the sides of their panties and started to slide them down, revealing two trim bushes that nearly matched in their light brown color. As soon as they'd stepped out of their panties, they both moved up onto the bed as I watched their tits bouncing and swinging. They knelt on either side of me and Wendy took my cock in her hand while asking Christa if she was ready. Christa nodded so Wendy had her straddle me and guided my tool toward her approaching pussy. As she lowered herself onto my tool, she moaned and, feeling how hot, wet and tight she was, I did the same.
"What should I do?" Christa asked, though I'm not sure whether the question was directed at me or at Wendy.
"Just start moving until you figure out what feels the best," I replied, my hands moving up to caress her succulent tits. Wendy had moved up to lie beside me and was watching as Christa started to move up and down on my cock. Her pussy felt incredible and the soft smooth flesh of her bouncing tits felt pretty awesome, as well. I didn't know whether to look at Christa's tits or her trim bush as my cock penetrated below it or her pretty face with the range of expressions passing over it. I settled for alternating between them and, once I noticed, also included Wendy's fingers gently stroking her own pussy. When Christa apparently determined the most pleasurable movement, she started moving faster and moaning more. I just lay there letting her ride me while caressing her tits and gently tugging her hard nipples, which I hoped I'd get the opportunity to suck on.
