In the
original story
I relate the experience of my wife Paula having a 'clothes on' threesome with my friend Roger and his girlfriend Jean while I watched. This story will make more sense if you've already read that.
Strange as it may seem, in the weeks that followed, Paula and I didn't delve into an immediate discussion of what took place with Roger and Jean at the barbeque. I know Paula all too well in this regard and know if I bring this up with her before she's ready to talk about it there can be trouble. The subject was avoided for quite some time. I don't know if we were both uncomfortable about it or she was ashamed or what. I know we both have a tendency to lose our inhibitions when we are really drunk or turned on and in that case both applied. Part of me was glad that it didn't turn into more but another twisted part of me wondered how that might have played out.
Running into Roger at work I almost cringed wondering if he was going to be an asshole about it. The whole "I had fun with your wife" thing would really piss me off. We've been friends for a long time and I didn't really want to end that, but I had no intention of putting up with him if he was going to be a dick. Thankfully he was very cool. The only things he said were that the experience was the hottest thing he had ever done and thanks. He did hint that we should get together again, but it was in a general way with no specific date mentioned.
So life goes on for a few weeks and I'm thinking that this was a one-shot deal. Paula mentioned that Jean had called her a couple of times and they talked. Part of me wanted to interrogate Paula about the conversations but I knew that wouldn't be productive. I figured she'll tell me eventually, or she won't. Our sex life was good, at least by our standards in that we fucked probably three times a week. There seemed to be a subtle undercurrent of heat during our sessions, almost a longing for something just a bit more, but maybe it was my imagination.
I gently broached the subject one night while I was eating Paula. She was heating up well and I like to talk dirty to her when she's that way. As I ran my tongue over her wet pussy I stated, "One tongue is good, but two would be better."
Now this could have gone badly but thankfully Paula was heated enough to reply only, "I don't know".
"What do you mean you don't know? Roger and Jean each had a tongue on you here. Wasn't that even better?"
"I had my bathing suit on."
"Well, you must have had at least an inkling. How was it?" Driving my tongue deeper.
"Oooooh!" responding to my tongue. "It felt nice."
I guess I was in a twisted mood, so I took it a little further.
"Do you want to do that again?" I gave her a nice hard lick to punctuate the question.
"I don't know." She responded breathlessly. Her stock answer. The answer that takes no responsibility. The answer that really means yes because she can say no when she means no, but has trouble with yes.
"That was a lot of fun." I added.
"Yes."
So the subject was finally broached and there was no disastrous fight. Seeing Roger at work he again mentioned that we should get together again. I thought about it a lot, wondering how to advance things gently. I knew if I pushed Paula she would shut it down and then it would be much more difficult to try again. I know it seems strange, I mean you would think that as a married couple that shared this experience we could talk freely about it, but maybe it's a quirk of my relationship with Paula that we just can't.
Who am I fooling? It's just the way she is, so I take the good with the bad because the good can be so good and I've found ways to work around the bad.
So now three weeks have passed. Summer is not that long on Long Island and we are into August. Paula mentions that Jean called again and suggested we all get together again before the summer is over. I'm trying to gauge Paula's mood.
"What do you think?" I ask.
"Well, we should probably reciprocate, they were nice enough to have us over we should return the invitation."
"OK. This weekend?"
"No, the kids have a lot going on this weekend, but next weekend looks good."
"OK, I'll see if they can make it next weekend."
"Well, Jean said that next weekend should be good when I spoke to her."
OK, I'll ask Roger about next weekend.
I thought about this a bit. It seemed to me that the women evidently had already set things up which I guess was a good sign. Again I wondered just what went on in their conversations, but resisted questioning Paula. While I'm not as attuned to what was going on in the kid's lives as Paula is, usually only finding out when I needed to drive someone somewhere, I didn't think they had that much going on this weekend,. I didn't press Paula about it. As the weekend approached I did notice she had her period which may have explained why that weekend was no good.
As it turned out the following weekend was good for them and it was a date. We did the usual preparations of cleaning the house, vacuuming the pool and stocking up on food and booze. What was a little different this time was that Paula seemed to be taking an active role in farming the kids out for the night. The two oldest were to hang out with friends and the youngest was going to grandma's. There was a little static from the oldest in that her best friend wasn't available but Paula deftly directed her to the next best friend and it worked. This was definitely getting interesting I thought since we don't routinely get rid of the kids when people come over.
Finally the night before the get-together I could hold my tongue no longer. Paula was in a happy, sexy mood all evening and I had to find out what was going on in that head of hers.
"Pajamas or no pajamas?" She asked coming to bed from the shower in a towel.
"Definitely no pajamas."
With that she ditched the towel and got into bed next to me. I ditched my underwear moving to her side as she laid onto her back and we finally fell into each others arms and started kissing. She was still very warm and a little damp from the shower. As we kissed my hands worked their way down, first lingering over her heavy breasts, then over her tummy until finally gently caressing her pussy.
"Nice. Feels like someone has been busy with her razor." I remarked, feeling no pubic hair on her nether lips.
"Just a little clean-up."
"You know how much I love that." And I do, I'm really weird that way.
"I know, I like to make you happy."
"What a good wife." As I resumed some heated kissing with her, my fingers working their way into her. Moments later she moaned and if by magic she was suddenly very wet.
Paula's left hand was stoking my cock as I fingered her. I removed my hand only long enough to grasp her right hand, moving it to her crotch. She knows the routine and began to pleasure herself, finally plunging a finger into herself. I allowed it for a moment before pulling her hand up to our kissing mouths where she dutifully slid the sopping digit into both of our kissing mouths. This is another of my twisted fetishes she indulges and it was exciting for me to share her taste, feeling her tongue with mine as we cleaned her juices from her finger.
"You taste sooooo good." I remarked, as I moved down between her legs to sample her directly. Sure enough, she had shaved her pussy except for a sexy little 'landing strip' above her now wet and open slit.
"Just perfect. A perfect little porn-star pussy." I complimented.
"I didn't go too far?"
"If you took off every hair it wouldn't be too much, but I like this the very best." Planting another long lick between her folds.
"Ooooohhh."
She was heating up, right where I wanted her. I licked some more bringing her to the edge of orgasm.
"Maybe you would like two tongues on you here."
"I don't know."
"I think Jean would like to have her tongue on you."
"I don't know."
