It was early morning when I awoke to a shutting door, light footsteps, and whispering voices. My wife, Julie is a night shift nurse who works in a small labor and delivery (L&D) unit at a private hospital. I work days from 9 am to 5 pm. She wakes me up when she comes home and then sleeps during the day while I am at work, and then she gets up and heads to work nights from 7 pm to 7 am. Usually she steals into the house and wakes me softly in the bed, but that day was different. There was somebody with her.
"Hi, honey!" she said as she walked into the room. "I didn't mean to wake you up, like this, but I need to talk with you."
Half sitting up in bed, I said, "What's up?" as I rubbed my eyes and tried to clear my head.
"Do you remember Cindy from work?" She quizzed.
"Cindy, Cindy, Cindy" I repeated her name over to myself as my mind raced trying to place the name with one of the several stories my wife had related to me from her night shift buddies. Soon I recalled that Cindy was the young nurse who was married to the man who washed dishes for a living and attended rave parties. Cindy and John had been high school sweethearts. Cindy had continued on to college, while John had drifted from one job to another. After Cindy graduated, she and John were married. Cindy was ready to settle down and have a little family. John on the other hand continued in his wild ways, and soon had cheated on his young wife. Julie and Cindy had worked together for 5 years since Julie had been Cindy's preceptor. Now at age 26, Cindy was over her husband's philandering ways. She had tried to leave him on several occasions, but he would intimidate her to the point that she would give in and allow him to come back.
"Yes, I know who you are talking about, the gal who supports her hubby." I said.
"Shush!" she placed her finger to her lips," she is in the kitchen making coffee."
"She's huh, doing wha?" I kidded, "Why is she here?"
"Honey, she needed someplace to go, her husband is being such a jerk, she's afraid!" She reminded me of the facts I already had recalled.
"But why is she here, what about her folks?" I quizzed.
"Baby, she can not go home like this, her parents had warned her not to marry him, and she just can not face them!" She explained.
"Well, she's grown up; she's a nurse, why doesn't she just get a hotel room?"
"Honey, don't be like that, she is way in debt from John's drugging and drinking. Baby, she needs help." She smiled and stroked my hand.
"Well, we have a guest room, so we might as well get some use out of it!" I smiled.
"You're the best hubby!" She giggled, "Now you had better hit the shower before it's too late."
I showered, shaved, and otherwise got ready for work. By the time I had made it to the kitchen, there was a huge breakfast of toast, bacon and eggs, fresh orange juice and coffee. True enough the coffee was de-caffeinated, but it was much better than the usual fare of cold cereal and milk I usually forced down before work.
My mind raced with thoughts of what my life would be like with two women around the house as I headed for work. I envisioned hot meals, clean rooms, and lots of board games. In college, I had known guys who somehow had managed to rent rooms with two female roommates. Their quality of life was amazingly better than those of us who rambled from dorm rooms, to frat houses and finally grungy roommates splitting expenses six ways in a three-bedroom apartment. It was weeks before I learned what was really going on as I fought traffic on the I-75.
Julie and I had always been open with each other. She knew about my masturbation fantasies and I knew about her adventures with her roommates in college, "nothing very explicit." She had quietly played with her pussy while she pretended she was asleep as her roommate loudly masturbated after a late date. She had watched her roommates and suite-mates while they took their showers. She would try on bras and sexy outfits at the mall with her friends, but even with all that activity, she had never crossed the line. She had never "been" with another girl.
Julie is a compassionate soul and so as she listened to Cindy's sad tale over coffee, she attempted to comfort her younger friend. She explained days later that the time passed so quickly that she soon was about to fall asleep right at the table.
It was a very tired Julie who finally said "It's getting late and we have got to get to sleep, I'm sorry that the guest bedroom is not made up."
"It's ok." Cindy said "I can make it" but as she said that, the tears started flowing again.
"What's wrong?" Julie quizzed.
"It's just been so long since I have slept alone, and I am so upset." Cindy confessed.
"Hey, it's no problem, we have a big bed, and you can sleep with me. I really don't mind, I shared a bed with my sisters until they left for college." Julie said warmly.
That was how Julie and Cindy ended up sleeping together the first time. That morning, they feel asleep with Julie's arms wrapped around Cindy, as Cindy cried herself to sleep. Julie woke up well before I got home with Cindy sleeping on her stomach and her hand resting lightly on Julie's breast.
Our home is small, with a small office that we converted to an extra bedroom. Thus, we had ended up with two bedrooms, but only one and a half baths. Therefore, with a limited amount of time to get ready and get supper on the table, Cindy invited Julie to "share" the hot water. Again, it was all innocent enough.
They took turns washing each other's hair. Julie is 5'8", brown hair with 38-D breasts. She seldom goes bra-less. Cindy is a 5'6", blond hair, and smaller breasts. Julie has from time to time trimmed her bush, but Cindy's had shaved her pussy mound bare. Julie had seen every imaginable size, shape and cut of pussy hair in her 10 years as an L&D nurse. Somehow, she had resisted the urge to shave her pussy. This fact ended up breaking the story into the open.
I got home around 6:15 pm, to find a hot meal and two clean and amazingly good-looking nurses in matching scrubs. I kissed Julie and greeted Cindy. "I'm sorry that I'm late, traffic was murder." I apologized.
"Were sorry too baby, but we need to head out, supper is warm on the stove." Julie said as she kissed me again.
"Thanks for letting me crash here." Cindy smiled as she hugged me.
Even through my dress shirt, I could feel that Cindy's "B" size tits were perky and much different from Julie's large breasts. It had been years since any woman to whom I was not related by blood or marriage had given me a lingering hug. It was obvious that Cindy had borrowed Julie's perfume, but the smell was slightly different. I felt a sudden urge flash through me, but quickly resisted the temptation. Reminding myself of my marriage vows and Cindy's vulnerable state.
This routine was repeated with very little variance for the next several weeks. They worked the same shifts. Working 12-hour shifts meant that they only worked 7 days out of 14, to include every other weekend. Thus, there were several days that I was at work, while they were off, and every other weekend they worked, while I was off. This left only every other weekend and a few evenings a week that we were all together for any length of time. On our weekends together, and their nights off Cindy slept in the guest room, as I assumed she always did. Things seemed to be going fine and with Cindy's huge debts and divorce expenses, I was happy to have her around to keep Julie company while we were apart.
Little did I suspect that what had started as simple comfort and showering expediency, had over the course of a few days developed into much, much more. It seems while she was in college, Cindy and John had experimented in various sexual adventures, many of which included other women. After they were married, Cindy wanted to be monogamous and form a traditional family. John had resisted and had remained active with some of their former partners. Cindy had not been with a woman in over 5 years. Nevertheless, her emotional pain and the absence of her husband drew her to Julie.
It was not long before Julie was reminding me that if I left a bit sooner I could beat the traffic and eat breakfast at the local "mom and pop" near my office. It seemed logical, with one more person around, and with the house being so small, if I got up earlier it would allow them to get showered and into bed earlier, then they could get up earlier and we could spend some time together before they had to go to work. So, they would call me as they left from work and I would get up and get showered before they made it home.
I had no idea that the moment I left the drive way, Julie and Cindy were naked. They would start with a shower. This had always been Julie's habit to get the "hospital germs" off from her. Working nights is stressful and the routine turned from just holding each other to something more when Cindy suggested that they could give each other massages to help them unwind. Julie lay down naked on the bed, on her stomach. Cindy straddled her ass, one leg on either side. As she massaged Julies back and arms, her smooth pussy rubbed against Julie's tight bottom. Cindy's hands moved from the shoulders to the back and then the sides of Julie's large breasts.
"Now you do me." Cindy suggested, as she lightly smacked Julies bottom.
Julie switched places and warmed the oil in her hands. She was more conservative in her massage. Perhaps because the smaller breasts provided less beast tissue, perhaps because Julie did not want to admit to herself, much less betray the fact to Cindy, that our lack of sex combined with the amount of time they had spent together had stirred emotional responses beyond anything Julie had previously felt towards another woman. Julie had fantasized about being with another woman in the past, and she enjoyed the girl-girl screens in my porn videos, but she had always denied that she would actually "do anything" with another woman,
"Ok, my turn again." Cindy said "on your back this time."
As Julie closed her eyes, Cindy started at her feet and slowly did one leg at a time. Working up to the thighs, until she stopped with the massage and "walked" herself up Julie's body, one arm on either side, until their breasts touched, and her mound was on top of Julie's pussy. Their eyes met and fixed. Cindy lowered her head and their lips met. With that, Julie cupped her arms around Cindy's back. She flexed her legs and wrapped them around Cindy's legs, as she did when we fucked. Cindy's tongue prodded Julie's mouth and explored her teeth, tongue, and cheek. They rolled to their sides and Cindy cupped Julie's breasts and softly massaged them. Finally focusing on Julie's nipples, she teased them between her fingers and then moved in to suck on them. Buy this time, Julie's fingers were rubbing her clit and she closed her eyes. Cindy alternated licking one breast and then the other, all the while playing with the free nipple. Before I had time to reach the office, Cindy had moved her head between Julie's legs and was sucking, licking and nibbling on her pussy lips and clit. Julie relaxed and soon came.
"Oh, god! Oh god, yes! That is so good, oh my god!" Julie's hands were on Cindy's head as she moved her ass and gasped for air. "That was fantastic!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself!" Cindy purred.
"Oh, I enjoyed you" Julie intimated. "I have never been loved like that before."
"It was ok?" Cindy teased.
"Ok? Hell, it was more than ok! I have not came like that in years!" Julie said. It was true. It had been years of routine fucking, which had decreased the frequency, and intensity of our passion.
