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."
