So...this all actually happened. I'd swear on it, but if you aren't going to believe me the first time when I tell you it's true, I don't imagine swearing will help much. As for the story...I'm not changing a thing—except the names. Hell, probably for many of you reading this, this stuff that happened is probably too tame—it doesn't involve urine, gangbangs, violence, animals, or relatives, so if that's what you're after, you might as well stop reading. Oh, and as it stands now, it's an ongoing story...
My wife and I have a female friend who's going through a rough divorce. Her Ex has been out of the house and out of her life for about a year, so I'm just gonna refer to the bastard as her "Ex" (when I refer to him at all, which will be as infrequently as possible). Anyway...this woman's Ex is a fucking idiot. Everyone says so. He's also one of those four-square, fundamentalist types who believe that sex beyond procreative attempts is a sin. And according to our friend, who has since divorced the jerk's theology as well, he also had a problem with premature ejaculation. And he never went down on her. And they never talked about it. And he was perpetually jealous of any man who managed to get within ten feet of what he obviously considered his property—his chattel.
All of this added up to more than eleven years of infrequent and bad sex. Did I mention that our female friend is hot? She's now thirty-five, about five seven, weighs 115 pounds (soaking wet), has the kind of thick, curly, lustrous hair they like to show you in shampoo commercials. And she has this nicely round, tight little ass that looks like it belongs on a college coed instead of a thirty-five year old woman who's had three kids. She gets lots of attention from men. But she never had an affair while she was married.
About a year ago, she kicked the bum out. And she started rebuilding her life from the ground up. All the usual stuff: getting a job, completely ridding the house of all things with any connection to the Ex, making new friends, rediscovering old hobbies and interests, piecing together a new belief system. Oh yeah...and she woke up one morning and discovered that she was a sexual being with an immense appetite.
Our friend found that she was horny all the time. My wife got to hear about it, cause she and this woman (we'll call the woman "Sally", cause I can't actually used her name—she has kids, a job, etc.) started hanging out together. They hit it off immediately—both were smart, irreverent, empathetic, good listeners. And they liked the same things. They could both quote the whole danged script from "When Harry Met Sally" fergodssakes. Anyway, it all started because the two ladies would get together, and while the kids played, they would drink wine, make fun of people, and simply have fun (just how many governments do you suppose have been overthrown in just this fashion?). My wife would complain to her friend about how her husband (me) was insatiable—about how she was so sore from the many hours of sex that she really couldn't go hiking today...that sorta thing. And our friend would come back with, "You poor thing! I'll try to remember that as I'm giving myself carpal tunnel syndrome trying to quell my needs!" or just "You can shut your ass now!" My wife, always the considerate friend, offered to lend her husband (me again) out. Our friend (oh, yeah, we're supposed to be calling her "Sally") laughed and joked that she wouldn't mind at all, but nothing ever came of it.
Eventually, Sally found herself a boyfriend/sextoy and found that the more sex she had, the needier she became. She wore him out. He told her she was the first woman he'd ever come across that wanted sex more than him. Sally told us that she was totally happy with the sex she was getting with this guy. He had a large cock, knew how to use it, he went down on her for hours at a time, he was strong enough to toss her around when he wanted to change positions, but gentle enough that she trusted him not to actually hurt her. And he fucked her like she hadn't been fucked since college.
BUT...he wasn't quite able to keep up with her insatiable appetite...AND...she was getting adventurous. She did have eleven lost years to make up, after all. And so, despite the fact that Sally was getting good, regular, mind-blowing fuckings from her new man...she wanted more. So she turned to us.
My wife and I had gotten a little more adventurous of late ourselves. After 13 years of marriage and some trying times, we've gotten to a point in our marriage that everyone couple should aspire to. We are in love. We are passionate. We know that neither of us would ever leave the marriage. And we know that we can tell each other anything at all. And we do. About a year ago, we decided that it would be exciting and sexy to take steps toward including others in our sex play. We hashed out some rules that made sense to us and made it clear that good and frequent communication about all of this was of the utmost importance. To make a long story short (all that's really a different story anyway), we'd had some adventures, which included my wife having trysts with a man and a woman separately, and the two of us having a foursome with another couple, and a drunken threesome with another woman. All of these adventures were fun for us—and added some spice to our bedroom play, but they were really just preludes to the fun we were going to have with Sally.
Sally, of course, had heard all about this from my wife—and I'd talked with her about it a bit as well. And the more she heard about it, the more intrigued and sexed up she got. She even began to be curious about having sex with another woman—something she'd always said she just wasn't interested in. One night, my wife suggested that I take Sally out to our hot tub and relieve some of her stress. So I did. It was a wonderful night full of sexual tension and tension relief, but we didn't go all the way. We kissed a whole lot. I went down on her for quite some time. But I didn't have a condom, so the full on sex thing wasn't going to happen—as much as we both really wanted to. Still...it was hot—sexy and sensual—and something that all three of us talked about afterwards at length.
On another night, after having a few drinks and some sex talk over at our place, Sally went home all charged up. We were in bed when we got the text message. Can I borrow one of you for a couple of hours? My wife had had a little too much wine to drive, so she sent me. I'm not going to dwell too long on this particular episode either, except to say that this friend of ours was a wild thing—a writhing, vocal, multi-orgasmic, sex machine. It was a thing of beauty! She was sex-on-a-stick! My stick! This time, I'd remembered the condoms, of course. In fact, our sex got so violent at one point (I call this Klingon Luv), that the condom came off. I stopped us when I felt the additional wetness on my cock, pulled out, and we said "Huh..." or maybe it was "Uh Oh." After rummaging around the sheets for it, we came to the conclusion that it must have come off inside Sally. So I went spelunking—and sure enough, it was waaaay up there. Anyway...we got it out, but I just had to tell that part, cause it was funny.
The next few days were spent sorting out "was it weird for anyone?" As it turned out: no. Sally felt a little bad about "cheating" on her new boyfriend, but they'd not spoken any words of commitment, so...and I, of course, was thrilled (I'm a man, after all). My wife was fine with it all. She and Sally got to compare notes.
So then a few nights later, my wife and I talked Sally into another hot tub experience—this time with the both of us. We all jumped in (naked of course). And I just couldn't stop grinning. At this point, Sally had still never really kissed another woman. But there was no stopping her on this night, and it wasn't long before Sally and my wife got close, embraced, and kissed.
