Shelly and I made up for lost time.
It had been months since either of us had had sex. Before that Saturday night, neither of us had ever had sex with another woman.
So, for the next few weeks, Shelly and I made up for lost time.
We were together every night during that period. Sometimes, it might be a heavy kiss session. Other times we would go down on each other.
One weekday afternoon, we went to the local sex shop and bought a strap-on. We both giggled the entire time we were in the store like little schoolchildren. The woman running the cash register gave us a few nasty looks, especially when she asked if she should use lube when ramming it inside of me.
When we got home, she used plenty of lube and entered me missionary style, looking into each other's eyes as she slowly slide in and out of me until I came. We switched, I fucked her missionary and found myself getting very turned on again with her cute little grunts with each thrust. We she came, I gently ate her out until she orgasmed again.
One morning, we awoke in each other's arms. She reached into the dresser drawer beside us, pulled out a bottle of lubrication and began applying it on me. I thought it was time for some more strap-on action when she slid around on the bed until her legs scissored around mine.
I looked her in the eyes.
She grinned big and nodded.
I grinned big and nodded.
We slid our vaginas together, her lips mingling with mine, my juices flowing with hers. Slowly we moved, flesh over flesh. I grabbed onto one of her knees, thrusting myself further towards her, as if urging her pussy inside of mine. Our clits rubbed together as I pressed further, sending shudders through both of our bodies. It only took a couple of minutes for us to orgasm this way, but we both wanted more and continued, meshing our bodies into one, the lubrication from the bottle and our orgasms causing us to slide over each other with ease.
It was still late morning by the time we both found ourselves spent, where we again fell asleep in each other's arms.
"Lovers, but not exclusive lovers."
That was how we put it. Summer turned into fall, the weather became frigid, but we did not. The sexual heat between Shelly and myself grew more intense with time. We found each other to be generous lovers. We made each other incredibly happy. But, we agreed that we were lovers, but not exclusive. Jealousy was not a part of our relationship. We both kept our profiles on the sex site, but neither of us really visited all that much. We did find that we had both independently changed our profiles from "Looking for men" to "Looking for men and women." We even compared notes, but neither of us went on any dates from the site.
Meanwhile, I got to meet some of her running friends. Shelly had a large group of runners she met up with at group runs at the park or local coffee shop. We would meet in the mornings, go out for our run, then sit around on benches or tables at the coffee shop and talk about whatever came to our minds. Even though our group number was about twenty, rarely did we all go out for a run at the same time -- sometimes it would only be a couple of us, other times it might be a dozen.
All in the group were female, ranging in ages from 18 to 62. We all had different paces and various levels. Some exclusively ran only group runs, one woman ran one hundred milers whenever she had the chance. It seemed like all of us, at one time or another, had been divorced, separated or in a serious breakup.
One Saturday morning, I referred to us all as the Lost Wives Running Club, and the name stuck. None of us really felt like we were lost or anything...but there had been a couple of times one of us or another would take a wrong turn and end up somewhere the group was not. So, like I said, the name stuck.
One morning when I was between Shelly's legs partaking in her delights, she burst out "Who from the Lost Wives Running Club do you think is the cutest?"
I peeked my head from her mound. "Am I doing that badly?"
She giggled. "You are doing great as usual, honey." She wiggled down until she could kiss my lips. Our lips danced over each other for several minutes, my fingers sliding inside of her, her fingers doing the same to me.
I looked into her eyes, which were concentrating on mine as she softly nibbled on her lower lip. "So?' She asked.
I had forgotten that question, so nodded in answer to another unasked question. "Yeah, about to cum."
"Me too," she whispered.
Her hands thrust in and out of me faster, my own hand echoing hers. My thumb softly danced over her clit, rubbing it, causing more moans to erupt from her throat. Her breath and pants grew louder when she threw her head back in a grunt, her body trembling. I felt the flood within me release a few seconds later.
We lay in each other's arms, breathing hard, bodies still shaking.
"So?"
"Yeah, that was a good one," I said, still trying to catch my breath.
She giggled. "No, my question earlier..."
I pondered for a moment. "Who is the cutest?"
"Yes, she said, then interjected quickly "And saying that it is me is cheating!"
I blew out a puff of air. "All of them?"
She did a little wrinkle with her nose then nodded. "Yeah. Fair enough. They all have their good and sexy traits." We softly kissed for a few moments. "They know about us."
I will not lie when I said I was taken aback. "Really?" I swear my voice squeaked.
