Sorority Sisters

Sorority Sisters

They were sorority sisters. Four young women who had been friends in college, three of them had grown up together since elementary school. Only one had not lived within a mile of the others. Olivia had grown up in Minnesota, but had been in the sorority and had been as close as a real sister to the other three. They meet at least once a week at a hotel restaurant, have dinner, and spend the night together at the hotel. Each year they travel together to Europe or South America or the Caribbean, and spend two weeks with just the four of them doing whatever they want to do for fourteen days.

As the husband of one of the 'sisters,' I had for years wondered how close the women really were. If I asked Claire, I just got a sly smile and a well-managed change of subject. Usually, she said something about me having a dirty mind and that I always thought of everything in terms of sex. I never got an answer, and that only made me more curious, which I am sure she knew.

When they were sorority roommates, did they finish each day in bed, frolicking naked under the sheets? They were openly demonstrative in public, hugging and kissing openly, so just what did they do in private? It was, of course, the ultimate male sexual fantasy, woman having sex in a passionate, naked group grope behind closed doors. I became obsessed with the idea, and the curiosity was killing me. Rarely did a day go by that I didn't fantasize about the four of them kissing and sucking their way through the night.

I often masturbated to images of my wife with her 'sisters' in a lustful exchange of body fluids. It had become almost a daily event. When I saw them together I would imagine them naked, eating one another in a marvelous daisy chain of lips and tongues. I also wondered what lesbian lovers did besides eating pussy in a mutual sexual romp of naked female flesh.

One night after a particularly passionate sex session with Claire, I rolled up on my side, raised up on an elbow, and smiled. "What do you girls really do at that hotel each week besides watch Netflix and eat popcorn?" She stared at me for a long time, just quietly studying my face.

"We eat pussy," she said frankly, a sly smile on her face. "Yes, we do what you hoped. We bring each other to incredible orgasms we don't get at home. It is true, no one knows how to eat pussy like another woman. So what you probably jackoff to is what happens. I have been addicted to pussy since Stanford."

I just smiled. "You happy?" she asked. I nodded sheepishly. "So, what do you want? For me to describe what we do. Tell you all about it?"

"That would be nice," I said, a goofy look on my face. "You pair off? Do a daisy chain? A passionate four-way tongue lashing? Yeah, tell me what you girls do."

"Women," she said seriously. "We do lots of things, like everyone else."

"Ever been with anyone besides from that foursome?" I asked.

"Sure," she said. "You want a list of names?"

"I'd love that," I said with a laugh. "Julia?" I said, naming her real sister. She nodded. "Sarah?" I said, referring to her boss's wife and perhaps her best friend Her smile was all the answer I needed. "Really? Sarah?

"So what do you do? Only oral?" I asked.

"Oh, no," she said. "We have the boys," she added with a grin. "Olivia brings a small carryon. That's where we keep the 'boys,'" she said. "That is where we keep what we call our boys. Dildos, rubber cocks, strap-ons, Ben Wa balls, bead strings, ass plugs, all kinds of "helpers."

"Olivia keeps them, since she is not married. In fact she is the only exclusive one of us. She is totally lesbian, the rest of us are bi. She has never been with a man, unless you count her cousin, Sean, who she let eat her and finger her clit. She says, nothing has ever been in her pussy, except one of our tongues or one of the "boys".

"What about Julian?" I asked, referring to her fiancé.

"Oh, we made him up. She is not engaged to anyone except her dildo. She doesn't mind being fucked, if it is by a man-made device that comes in a case and vibrates.

"Julian is a giant dildo that is ten inches long and comes with D batteries. Yes, she loves Julian and other women's pussy lips and tongues, but he is not from France, like we told you. He is from The Lover's Catalog."

I was thrilled to learn the truth. "Do any of the other husbands know?" I asked.

"Gary does. Sally is very open and honest about it. He knew back in college. She told him she liked women before they were married. I guess she wanted to make sure he didn't mind. He didn't. I think he loves it. Paul and John don't, but they probably wonder, like you. You would be surprised how many women like it," Claire said,

"how many "happy housewives" dine on their friends. Nearly every woman I know has tried it at least once. Of course we travel in very liberated circles, but I think it is far more common than you'd think."

I asked her to tell me about some of their adventures with her friends. "Got you interested, huh? Well, when we were in Paris, we each fingered one another on the top of the Eiffel Tower as a lark. Olivia dared me and the others to lift our skirts, which we wore all through France without panties for easy access. We each found a spot on the top platform to reach under a hem of a friend and diddle her to orgasm as people walked around us."

"Do you think people noticed?" I asked.

"Oh golly, yes," she said laughing. "One woman actually watched Olivia and Sally and said, 'You go girls.' Before she got in the elevator, she gave them each a kiss and hugged them both. In Avignon we attended a concert and fingered one another all through the show. It got so we tried to think of things to top the last thing we did, that is besides a lot of hotel room fucking and sucking in canopy beds and standing naked in front of a large window and eating pussy as we looked out on the city."

"So you did your sister?" I said, remembering she had mentioned Julia when I asked about her being with any other women.

"Julie and I had been having each other for dessert for years," she said. "Sisters often sleep together. We explored our sexuality when our parents were asleep in the next room. That is just natural. I think most sisters have."

"And your boss's wife?"

"He thinks we were at a Springsteen concert, but we checked into a Marriott and then checked into each other. She went to an all-girl college. Most all-girl school students try the lesbo route. Probably 80 or 90 percent. Not all go exclusive, of course, but most are bi."

"My sister went to an all-girl college," I said.

"Karen. Yes. She is very sweet, and I don't mean her personality," she said.

"You've had sex with my sister?" I gasped.

"You thought we were chatting about politics?" she asked. "When she comes to visit and you go to work, we 'entertain' one another until you get home. Karen went to an all-girl high school," Claire said with a grin. "There is a lot of kissing at those all-girl high schools," she said.

"My god," I said. "Is the whole world bisexual?"

"Or gay," she said laughing. "Who do you think keeps sex toy stores in business? Guys? Buying dildos for their wives? It is the wife ordering for herself. You men are so naive. You think the world turns on cock. It turns on pussy. Pussy on pussy activity, actually. The women you see together aren't always shopping," she said with a chuckle.

"Ladies restrooms have sofas for a reason. When your wives are out shopping, they're having their pussies eaten during lunch break," she said with a grin, "by their sisters."

I rolled onto my back and looked to the ceiling. "I have been surrounded by women having sex with one another and I didn't even know it," I said, letting out a big breath.

"Your wildest dream fulfilled and you were clueless. Women eating women is a reality you would have died for and it was happening all around you," she said laughing.

I thought about that for awhile, then I shook my head in disbelief. "What are you thinking?" she said.

"I was wondering if any of your lady friends are into exhibitionism," I said.

"You mean performing for spectators?"

I nodded. "None of my sisters, even my real sister, but Sarah is a confirmed show off. She loves showing it, or doing it for an audience. Interested in watching?" she asked.

"But of course," I said. "You know I love porn, so yes. If she would fuck for an audience, I'd be a paying customer.

If she likes to show it off, she can do it with you for me."

"You think I would eat pussy for you?" she asked with a smirk.

"It could be an adventure, if you've never done it. Have you?" I asked.

"Not except for my sisters. Tell you what," she said. "You pay for my Taylor Swift concert, and I'll bring Sarah here and do a nude trapeze act for you and eat her on the couch you're sitting on."

"Your concert is as well as paid for," I said. "Call Sarah."

Not wasting any time, Claire got on the phone to her friend Sarah and explained the deal. I told her to tell Sarah that I would get two tickets for Taylor Swift if she was interested. Sarah said fucking for a reward would make her a prostitute. "Sign me up," she told Claire.

"So, you want to do it here, or you want to go to a fancy smansy hotel?" I said.

"The Hilton would be nice," Claire said, smiling. That night I made reservations at the Hilton, a suite, and got it for two nights. Claire called Sarah back and told her about the Hilton. She was thrilled. Claire told her she would deliver the Taylor Swift tickets 'in person' and would make it official.

"Good," Sarah said. "Carl is gone on Friday nights. Make it this Friday and I will make it worth your wild." My wife agreed and hung up with a big smile on her face.

"Done," she said. "Your viewing is all set up. Have you ever watched live porn before?"

"Not outside of Tijuana," I said. "And that was a burro and a señorita with a tattoo of the devil on her chest. Two live housewives and a kingsized bed is the greatest show on earth," I said.

When the three of us were standing at the Hilton's front desk--one guy with two women--I knew the clerk was thinking threesome. If she only knew, I thought, that I was there to watch two women have an evening meal on one another, she would faint. I don't know, maybe she is one of those Claire was talking about who loved to cross over.

As we rode up in the elevator, the ladies started their show early. They began kissing and their hands roamed about the other, holding up the other woman's dress, fondling her partner's behind, pulling their bodies together. I watched, fascinated by the energy between the two women, the sexual eagerness in their frantic kisses.

Before we got to our floor the elevator stopped and the door slid open. Standing in the hallway were an elderly couple looking into the car. My wife and Sarah hadn't stopped and the couple gazed at them before the old woman said, "Beautiful. Aren't they marvelous." Then she looked over at me. "One of yours?"

I smiled and nodded, then pointed at Claire. "Lucky man," she said stepping into the elevator. Sarah and Claire had stopped and stood holding one another. "Girls, have a good night," the old woman said. When we got off on our floor, the old lady told 'the girls' to enjoy. The women smiled and said they certainly would do their best.

I fumbled with the keycard at the door and the women were obviously eager. I let them in before me, and even before I shut the door Sarah was undressing Claire, pulling her dress over her head in one motion. My wife stood in her bra and shoes, but wore no panties, since Sarah had fingered her in the elevator. She kicked off her shoes and began to undress Sarah.

When both women were nude, they continued to kiss and fondle one another. I went to the chair and sat down. Slowly, while they kissed, they moved to the bed and stretched out, one with her head on the pillow and the other in the opposite direction. They rolled together, with Claire with her feet at the head of the bed, her head at Sarah's belly.

Slowly, as if trying to give me the very best show possible, she moved her head to her friend's pussy and spread the vaginal lips in front of her with her fingers. With long, slow swipes, she brushed her tongue along the other woman's slit, pausing to push her tongue deep into Sarah's canal. After a few pushes into Sarah, Claire put her lips over her friend's clitoris and began moving her head back and forth rapidly.

Sarah arched her back and sighed. "Oh, god yes," she whispered. "Eat me, baby. Eat my pussy good." I leaned back in the chair and focussed on the view of my wife's mouth cupped over her friend's pussy, her tongue visibly snaking in and of Sarah's vagina.

After she came, Sarah focussed on Claire's sex. My wife moved her head about as her partner feasted on her clitoris. Top and bottom, both women moaned quietly as they each worked on the other, their tongues moving in unison across the other woman's pussy lips splay from arousal and being sucked on. After over an hour, both woman came loudly and collapsed on the bed.

"You two were wonderful," I said.

"Worth Taylor Swift tickets?" my wife asked.

"Ah, yes," I said. "Every penny.

After Sarah left I pointed out to Claire that we had the suite for another day. We made the best of the next twenty-four hours. On the way home I took Claire's hand. "You really had sex with my sister?"

"Many times," she said grinning. "Many times."