Katie 13

It's a sunny Friday afternoon in July. I'm lying naked in the chaise lounge on the poolside patio. My husband should be home from his office in about two hours.

Mikes' athletic-fit suit conceals a sexy body. He is 6' 1" tall, 180 pounds. His thick pecs, broad shoulders and a six pack abs are a big turn-on. I love to see him naked.

I'm 30 years old. Pumping my legs 20 minutes a day on the elliptical and a healthy diet keep me fit. A slim vase-shape figure is devoid of cellulite and rolls. My husband regards my C cup boobs as a turn-on as do some women.

Speaking of women, there's Katie Lockwood. She and I have been best friends since freshman year in high school, having been teammates on the cheerleader squad.

Katie, like me, is a gym rat with a slim figure. Being only 5'5" tall, she is shorter than me by 2 inches. Her figure is a slim hourglass.

Anyway, that day she came out as lesbian I had told her that I'm fine with it. What I didn't tell her back then is that secretly I want to rub her clit and have her rubbing mine. She knows that I have a husband. In fact, she regards Michael as a friend.

While I'm waiting for my husband I'm imagining that two fingers belonging to Katie are on my clitoris. Wetness is spreading onto my fingertips. Muscles have long since gone into spasms creating tension that causes my legs to quiver. My body feels hot.

Suddenly my climax leaves me huffing. I've pulled my hand out of my vagina and noticed that my fingers are wet. I slowly recuperate from the exertions.

I still had a long wait before I would see my husband so I dove and swam submerged for several seconds. I surfaced, did a backstroke to the deep end and back then returned to the chaise lounge.

I decided to send Katie a text message. She would still be at work but she'll send a reply.

"If you're not busy ths afternoon Michael and I would love to have you. It's been quite a while since we last got together."

Having said that, I returned my phone to the house.

Over the next hour and a half I swam then sat inside my porch so I can be near my phone. In the meantime I made some sketches on my i-pad while listening to Alexa read a romance novel. I didn't forget about dinner.

Minutes after 6 I heard the car door then, seconds later, I heard the front door. My husband came into the porch to find me sitting naked at the picnic table there.

"I like your outfit."

I chuckled at the remark then quipped, "got it at a bargain price."

"What's for dinner?"

"Ravioli," I said. "It won't take long."

The water was heating up over a medium flame. Sauce was being thawed.

"Since you're naked I may as well strip."

"I was wondering when you'd get around to doing that."

I gave a nodding grin.

I watched my husband getting undressed leaving his clothing strewn about the porch floor.

I encouraged him to do that which he has done so many times.

"I need you to masturbate for me first. By the time you climax dinner should be ready."

He settled into a chair on the porch. He made a few upward strokes causing the "trouser snake" to stiffen and point to his chin.

I watched his hand sliding up and down like a high speed piston on the 6-inch shaft that is his hard-on.

Meanwhile the water began to boil so I walked to the stove and dumped the ravioli into the pan.

I called my husband to "come into the kitchen."

He knew that I wanted to watch his ejaculation. I knew that it had to happen at any second.

Michael came into the kitchen with his hand still sliding on his dick. He settled into the chair in which he usually sits to eat.

"Are you close?"

He nodded. Seconds afterward cum squirted onto his belly.

We enjoyed a leisurely meal in the nude.

Katie arrived about 10 minutes after we had finished eating. She looked me up and down for a second or two.

I stepped closer to her enouraging her with a gesture to touch my breasts.

She pecked my lips.

Michael and I had just started dating when I told him that I swing both ways. He didn't seem to mind that.

"Take your clothes off. My man here wants to watch us fucking."

Michael had an expected reply.

"I'll watch any two girls fucking."

I replied that "I'll watch any two guys doing it."

I came toe to toe with Katie and drew her into an open-mouth kiss. While our tongues were touching I slid a hand upward under her crop top to her boobs and my other hand into her unbuttoned jeans.

She expressed her delight with soft moans. I could feel her clioris getting hard and her wetness spreading. The seconds ticked away. Her body exhibited all the signs of her impending orgasm.

"I can't hold back any more."

"Not yet," I commanded softly.

My fingers slid into her vagina to her G-spot.

"I'm close."

Suddenly her orgasm ejected my fingers. Huffing, she flashed a toothy grin.

I put hands on both sides of her waist and stared into her eyes.

I asked in a muted tone, "was it good for you."

"It was awesome."

"My husband loves watching me fuck a woman."

This was one of those days when I just wanted to fuck a woman rather than a guy.

I reminded her that "the bedroom is down the hall on the right."

"Take me there and lick me."

"With pleasure."

With the words hanging in the air I took her hand and brought her to my bed. She stretched out on the mattress and parted her legs letting my tongue into her wetness.

I reached upward putting my hands on her breasts.

She expressed her delight with a soft "mmmmmmmmmm feels sooo good."

My husband had followed us to the bedroom. He tapped the wall for my attention. I straightened up and looked toward the doorway to see him standing there.

"That is SO HOT."

I grinned at the remark. Katie propped her torso up on her forearms.

"Savor this moment because it'll be a LONG time before you see it again."

Katie pouted so I gave her a look.

In that moment I realized that she's more than a friend. I placed an arm around her. A long gaze into her eyes said "I love you Katie Lockwood."

Thoughts of divorcing Michael popped into consciousness for the first time. Did my husband ever realize that I could or would leave him for a woman? Maybe he should have.