Before I continue, I guess it makes sense to explain a little bit about me and Theresa.
We've been married now almost 8 years. She was married before, when she was 20, and that lasted about 2 years. We met through our jobs – the company she once worked for were former clients.
Theresa is the "boss" in this relationship. It works for us – I have absolutely 0 problem with that.
On a scale of 1 to 10, our sex life ranges from an 8 to a 20. It all depends on what Theresa is in the mood for. I proudly, humbly and anxiously serve "Mi 'lady Theresa" in whatever way she needs. She graciously rewards me in return.
I've always suspected that my wife was a "mean-girl" in her youth...
We've occasionally dabbled and tasted a little bit of this-and-that. There's been some role-play, some mild bondage and a few times we ventured out to a swing club, although no swapping occurred.
Last year Theresa surprised me with a semi-threesome. She invited a colleague, who happened to be visiting from the west coast, to spend the weekend with us. I got a blowjob from both of them and watched while they 69ed (she'd known she was bi since college).
So when Theresa mentioned that she had something "in mind" for Cheryl, I got more than a little excited. About a month after the "laundry room incident", I had to go out of town for a few days. I was gone from Wednesday through Sunday. Cheryl was due for her usual Thursday visit. Theresa conveniently decided to telework that week and put her "plan" into motion. I could tell she was up to something, although she wouldn't share. I got the details when I returned.
I call the shots when it comes to our sex life. Kevin doesn't mind as long as I keep him in the loop and share the goodies with him.
I've had my eye on little "Miss Cheryl" ever since the day that Kevin and I met her in person. THAT ASS on her is hard to deny! My husband wasn't the only one who took notice. So when he finally told me about the "laundry room incident", my mind went into overdrive thinking about a way that I could not only have a look, but get to sample some of that sweet stuff too.
When Kevin told me about the conference he had to attend, I decided to get things going. I wanted to have some "private girl time" between me and Cheryl.
"Just 2 Sistas, chillin'..." I told Kevin with a devious grin. He laughed and couldn't wait for the details.
It had been almost a month since the "incident". Kevin left on Wednesday and Thursday was Cheryl's next scheduled visit, so I arranged to telework for the remainder of the week. When Cheryl arrived she was surprised to find me at home. We've both surmised that she's a little intimidated by me (maybe more than just "a little"). I figured her as an "easy mark" – I was right.
But when I greeted her that afternoon, I played it "extra cool" and "overly nice", very "Hey girl!" instead of my usual all-business approach.
My husband might have also mentioned that I'm rather on the petite side (size 8), but I have always been more than capable of "workin' what God and my momma gave me". Before she arrived, I'd done a mini-Pilates workout, to have a little sweat (and it makes my nipples hard). When Cheryl saw me I was barefoot and wearing my shortest running shorts and a mid-drift tank top.
I was also going commando.
I made sure to constantly "get in her way", even going so far as to help her with some of the work, especially if it called for climbing and stretching. I made sure that each time I flashed her a little butt-cheek, camel-toe, hard-nipple or side-boob. It wasn't long before I noticed that Cheryl was actually trying to catch glimpses on her own. I had a hunch about her, and I was right.
"She wants it...!" I assured myself. She did. I think I even noticed her nipples getting hard too.
We laughed and joked the whole time. And just before she was about to leave, I asked Cheryl if she wanted to come by and hang out with me on Friday evening. I gave her the full on 'lonely-spouse-in-need-of-company' routine. Cheryl eagerly accepted.
"Gotcha!" I said as she drove off. On Friday night I would spring my "trap".
Cheryl got here around 8. I had suggested she bring an overnight bag, "just in case".
I was dressed in the black, silk nightie that Kevin had given me for my last birthday and the robe that Cheryl had borrowed the day of the "incident". Like the day before, I was barefoot and commando, and taking every opportunity to make sure my guest was aware – Cheryl would sneak-a-peek every time. I allowed her to change into her own lounge wear (she brought an over-sized, red cotton t-shirt), and we shared a pizza and a bottle of wine, listened to music, laughed and talked.
"2 Sistas, chillin'..."
When the first bottle was finished, I suggested we go up to the guest room. Cheryl was down. Once we'd settled in with a 2nd bottle of wine among the extra pillows on the king-sized bed, I sprung the "trap".
"Cheryl..." I started, feigning shyness. "Can I tell you a secret?"
I fed her a story about being "jealous" of her curves (especially THAT ASS). In truth, I might admire some people for various reasons, but I am jealous of NO ONE.
Cheryl was flattered (and probably turned on, too). We giggled about it like we were in junior high school, and from there, I guided the conversation towards sex, porn and being horny.
Next I suggested that we watch some porn – she agreed – so I got my iPad, and pulled up my favorite adult website (xHamster). After flipping through several sex scenes, I settled on a collection of black girl-on-girl porn, taking particular interest in the ones where at least one of the participants resembled either myself or Cheryl. I found some with my favorite black, female porn stars: Kira Noir, Carmen Hayes, Adrian Maya and Cherokee D'Ass.
"You don't mind..." I asked, still playing the shy-girl role again, "if I touch myself, do you...?"
Cheryl timidly bit her lip and didn't respond right away but eventually shook her head.
