Part 3 - The Girls Become Better Friends.
My wife Ruth and I were spending the weekend in the mountains at the hilltop house of Olga, our friend who had become really close over the course of the weekend. I hadn't planned it that way, we were just borrowing her spare bedroom to save spending on a hotel. The rest just happened with a bit of conspiracy between Ruth and Olga. After spending the night as a threesome, Olga and I had sneaked off in the morning for a quick oral session while my wife was still asleep.
My wife and I spent most of the rest of the day away from our special friend. We had made plans for some weekend activities like hiking, visiting a nearby museum and a few other things that we find interesting, but might seem boring if set down here. Our friend Olga had to dash off to her office and take care of some paperwork, but we agreed to have dinner together and see what it would lead to.
On arriving back at Olga's place that afternoon, we found her grumbling about something, pacing around with her phone and waving her hands angrily. She slammed the phone down and it took a few minutes to calm her and get the story. Her shower had stopped working and the only plumber that would drive up the mountain on the weekend was away. While plumbing is not my expertise, I gallantly offered to try and fix it. A little bit more pay back for letting us use her spare room. The problem turned out to be simple to diagnose, but required a trip partway down the mountain to a hardware store for parts. The ladies sent me off on the errand with the promise that they would start working on dinner in my absence.
It took about a half-hour to get down to a shopping center that had a hardware store, then more time to find the parts and stand in a line about three miles long at the checkout counter. Then another half-hour drive back up into the mountains. The whole expedition took a couple of hours and I got back to Olga's place to find the two of them on the couch, drinking wine, and no sign of dinner preparation going on. I just sighed, thinking it typical and got the shower working again. Their sly smiles should have tipped me off that something had been going on. I got the story later from my wife. Here's what happened.
Ruth and Olga went into the kitchen to look through the fridge and decide on what to make for dinner. Ruth started by opening a bottle of wine and pouring two glasses. Olga found a bag of frozen chicken breasts and brought them out of the freezer to show to Ruth. My wife just nodded and handed the wineglass to Olga. A friend once told me that most women are only two glasses of wine away from being bisexual. Perhaps it's true.
"Chicken should be good. We can sprinkle some herbs and lemon juice on them."
"That sounds good, take out three of them. There should be some frozen veggies in there, too."
"Here you go, three chicken breasts." Ruth set them on a plate to thaw. "Hmm, three breasts, must be the girl with something extra."
Olga giggled. "I bet it's a bitch trying to find a good bra that will fit three. What is it with guys and breasts, anyway? It's like they're obsessed."
"I bet a guy would like a girl with three, one for each hand and one in his mouth."
"Well Brian seemed to enjoy playing with four breasts last night."
"I think mine are too big, but Brian keeps saying that he likes them large." Ruth cocked her head at Olga. "He seems to like yours, maybe it's cause they're firmer than mine?" Ruth reached out a tentative hand towards Olga. "Do you mind?"
"Go ahead." Olga giggled again. "If I can try yours, too. But let's do this right." Olga set her wineglass down and pulled off the top of her hospital scrubs, exposing a lacy pink bra. She quickly undid the bra and presented her bare, apple-sized breasts for Ruth's inspection.
Ruth gingerly pressed her hand to Olga's left breast. After a moment she tightened her grip a bit more, bringing her other hand up to explore further.
