A Steady Breeze

I've heard it is said our relationships define us. So here I am Dale Starnes, and this is my currently working definition. I'm married to Katrina, my adorable and sexy bride of almost 30 years. We have two wonderful college aged children.

Our oldest son will graduate from FAU soon and join the U.S. Coast Guard as an officer trainee. I've recently learned that our oldest is about to ask his college sweetheart to marry him. I wish them all the luck in the world with their upcoming engagement and marriage. I haven't met this girlfriend, but I hope he loves her as devoutly as I love Kat.

We also have a daughter in college, who is focused on graduating like laser guided munition. She is two years junior to our son. Although she dates, as far as we know, she doesn't seem to have any prospects of a serious relationship. Then again we may not be apprised of any, and historically speaking, neither were we aware that our son had any prospects until summer break.

We think she is planning on enrolling for a master's degree when she graduates college a couple of years from now. We are eager to see what she becomes when she grows up. She has had a life plan for the past 6 years. She seems capable of conquering whatever she chooses.

Now comes the weird, illogical part of my definition. Jessa, quirky hypersexual force of nature, is my wife's friend. Katrina, asked Jessa to seduce me over the summer, to which Jessa agreed. Kat wanted to have grounds to divorce me and her friend Jessa was supposed to provide that excuse to divorce. I resisted her friend's sexual advances for as long as I was able.

Any man who can resist a hypersexual woman's advances indefinitely would deserve an award. I must admit that I was weak. I caved in to Jessa's sexual lures, and we had our way with each other if truth be told. She gives as good and as much as she takes. Now, I read somewhere that a hypersexual is considered a slut by whomever she or he is not giving sex. And to my knowledge, Jessa is selective with whom she has sex. I can say unequivocally that Jessa's not a slut. I think Jessa has to have an emotional connection to whomever she goes to bed with.

My wife appears to be totally smitten with Jessa, and as far as I can tell, Jessa also loves my wife. I want Kat to be happy, and so I'm therefore wondering if I'm enough to keep Kat satisfied. That's why we are sitting in Barbarossa's at 9 P.M. on Thursday evening meeting Jessa and possibly trying to define our relationship going forward. I was kind of surprised that Jessa actually showed up to meet us. I thought she would have been pissed off enough at us to ghost us after agreeing to meet. She had every right to be angry with us since Kat told her we were going to work on our marriage before we walked out of her life. I'm glad to see her, but I'm also apprehensive. What will I do if she tells us to take a hike?

Instead, Jessa got all teary eyed, and runny nosed when she greeted us. I'd brought a few tissues for Kat to this meeting. I wasn't expecting Jessa to need them as well. I fervently hoped I had enough for our date. I set the package on the table in front of them.

"I didn't tell Kat we were meeting you Jessa. She told me all about what she asked you to do. I've forgiven her. Kat probably wouldn't have told me so, but I could tell she was missing you. You two got really close after she brought you home to meet me. After we left, a couple or three times, I felt like I was competing with her memory of you."

Kat blushed when I told Jessa that. Jessa straightened and said, "Really? That's sweet!"

I was honest with her, "I half expected you to blow us off and tell us to leave you alone. Does this mean you forgive us?"

"Well... Jessa was hurt you know? She gave Kitty Kat exactly what was asked for and then Kitty didn't want it. It confused Jessa. When you guys left Jessa alone, she got depressed. It left a big hole in her life. She hasn't even masturbated since then!"

Kat put her head on Jessa's shoulder and piped in, "I'm Sorry! I really thought it would be for the best. I know I've fucked things up! Please forgive me?"

She was silent a moment, "Hey, this isn't bait and switch is it?" queried Jessa.

"No, I meant what I said in the ad. But I get to watch, and then we have to talk," I added.

Katrina exclaimed, "Hey! What are you two talking about? Oh..." when it dawned on her what the advertised transaction most likely was. I could tell at that point that my wife was starting to feel some heat in her loins as well as her face. She had carefully hidden from me all of the times she had made love with Jessa prior to the point I ended up seduced. But after all that I had learned of their friendship, and what it ultimately entailed, I had a picture in my mind. I wanted to find out if the reality matched the imagined.

Jessa whispered something into Kat's ear. Kat turned an interesting shade of scarlet and her eyes became as round as saucers. I began to wonder if Kat's panties had turned into a mess right there. She was breathing heavily. So was Jessa, and she slapped a twenty on the table adding, "I think we'd better get out of here."

We hadn't even ordered food or drink, but I found myself agreeing, "To your place then?"

"But make it quick. She's about to turn into a puddle." She indicated with a nod toward Kat. After how long we had been married, I thought it was easy to tell that she was excited.

In the car as we drove away from Barbarossa's, Kat looked at me as I pulled out of the parking lot. "I don't know if I can do this while you watch... I'll be embarrassed."

"Honey, it's every tortured teen-aged boy's adolescent fantasy to watch two hot women make love."

"But you're not a teenager dear..."

"No, but I am a horny 50 year old man who's had that fantasy for 35 years that I'm about to indulge."

"I'm not some piece of meat to auction off!"

"No dear, you are not, but then when you asked Jessa to seduce me, neither was I."

Kat didn't reply. I wondered what was going through her mind at that moment. Was she feeling guilty? Was she just anticipating sex? I had to admit that sex with Jessa was definitely an event to anticipate.

"I'm so hot Dale. Are you sure you don't want to drive me home and fuck me until I can't walk?"

"I want to alright, but I kind of promised Jessa she could have her way with you. Do you want me to renege on our deal?"

"Promise me you'll still love me?"

"I promise you, and I'll still want you after Jessa has thoroughly debauched you."

"I don't know if there will be enough of me left after that."

"I'll wake you in the morning then dear."

I smelled my wife's anticipation as we drove into Jessa's neighborhood. Kat's lovely legs were spread like she was ready for fun and she was squirming in her seat. I assumed there would be moisture left in the seat when she exited.

"Did I ever make you that wet?"

"Damnit, you are now! Fuck, I'm so horny."

I parked behind Jessa's Cooper in her driveway. Kat forgot to close the car door as she bounded up to and through the front door. I locked up behind her, hoping that I've not made a mistake. Now that I'd more or less tacitly given my permission for Kat to sleep with Jessa, she appeared quite eager to take advantage of it. At least our conversation on the way over was some sort of consolation that Kat was not yet considering leaving me for Jessa.

When I entered Jessa's front door, I saw Kat leaning back against the entry wall, ass perched on the edge of the credenza. Her hair was mussed, and her lip gloss was smeared. I had apparently missed that first kiss between them. It must have been steamy. Kat's chest was heaving. Her charcoal gray pinstripe skirt was pushed up over her hip bones in front, her lacy thin undergarments and pantyhose clutched in Jessa's fists and stretched across her thighs. This vision was every bit as hot as I imagined it would be.

Jessa's tongue was insistently probing and flicking at Kat's mound. Kat's fingers were laced at the back of Jessa's scalp, entwined in her hair. The way Kat's hips were starting to undulate and press her clit into Jessa's greedy mouth it looked like the first crest was approaching fast. I closed the front door behind me as their moaning built in volume.

Kat's engorged slit and clit insisted they share the ride of Jessa's rigid slashing, sliding and flicking tongue. I watched my wife's juices accumulate on Jessa's chin and trickle down over her throat. With each upward thrust and pull of Jessa's tongue Kat gasped, "Oh!" Like a metronome increasing rhythm, Jessa urged Kat onward and upward to reach for that plateau of pleasure. Kat's legs quivered briefly and clamped against Jessa's face. Her back arched pressing her sex forward to impale itself on Jessa's tongue whereby she exclaimed, "Oh, FUCK!" and convulsed and clasped Jessa's head to her and whimpered, "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!"

After cumming, Kat kicked her shoes off and began unbuttoning her blouse while Jessa worked her pantyhose and soaked undergarments off her legs. Those were followed closely by her skirt; Jessa's mouth making little nibbles on various spots over Kat's pelvis and thighs. Kat shivered with aftershocks while fumbling ineffectually with her blouse and bra. Jessa then stood; finished unbuttoning Kat's blouse and swept the garment down Kat's arms briefly tangled around her wrists.

"Is Pussy Kat ready for dessert?" Jessa queried.

Kat cupped her face and planted a long passionate kiss on Jessa's mouth working her tongue between quivering lips. When she finished the kiss, she breathily stated, "I want I scream."

"I promise you... I'll be screaming and melting all over your face while you eat me!" which drew forth an eager, almost pleading moan from Kat.

I was a bit amused by the sexual banter that they shared. I hadn't been present for any of their past encounters so I wasn't sure if it was normal or if it was because of me being an audience. I was trying to be as unobtrusive as possible in my voyeurism, but there wasn't a lot of space in the entryway. Thankfully they began heading elsewhere, Kat's clothes discarded haphazardly along the path. Jessa must have already undressed before we arrived because I didn't spot any of her discards.

Already, my erection was complaining about having to stay cooped up in my pants. Tonight was supposed to be for them though, a sexual release so that we could actually have a conversation about what the three of us wanted to be; platonic, or otherwise. Their mixed scents were intoxicating, their sex-play arousing, and the temptation to shuck all my clothing was ever present. I kicked off my shoes in the living area.

The women were taking their time, ambling a few steps and then stopping to kiss passionately or finger each other until they broke off and started moving again. While they continued edging each other down the hallway to Jessa's bedroom, I stopped to grab a couple of bottles of water from the fridge. One or both of them would be thirsty after sex. I also needed a brief respite to avoid being overloaded with sexual tension from watching them. I wanted to watch, but I was worried I would give in to the temptation of trying to join. Who was I kidding? I could no more stay away from them than a planet could stray from orbiting the sun.

They were just entering the master bedroom of Jessa's condo when I left the kitchen. I tread quietly down the hallway and peeked through the doorway to see if they had made it any closer to the bed. Jessa was smothering Kat with kisses as she backed her inch by inch toward the bed.

"On your back babe, I want to ride those sweet lips of yours and come at least once for every week I missed your tongue fucking me."

Kat had nowhere to go except onto the bed, not that it looked as if she were intent on going anywhere else. She let out a husky moan and fell into bed, pulling Jessa after her. She kissed and nibbled the valley between Jessa's breasts as she moved to straddle my wife's face. Jessa rocked her hips front and back sliding her already well moistened pussy over every stroke of Kat's tongue. She sounded as if she was rapidly approaching an orgasm while Kat kneaded her ass cheeks. It blossomed before I had even taken a seat in the nearby accent chair.

Jessa leaned back on one arm between Kat's legs. My wife raised her head to follow the pussy she was licking and lifted Jessa's hips up to give herself better access. She also started rubbing Jessa's forearm with her mound, grinding her clit and moaning.

"Oh God, I've missed my hungry Kitty Kat! Oh yes, I love the way you eat me! Ah... Ah..." Jessa grasped and twisted and tweaked her own nipples with her free hand. "Mmm, YES!" she exclaimed having another orgasm. "Keep going lover, eat me and make me cum down your throat!"

Jessa moved the heel of her hand from between Kat's legs and applied pressure to the top of her mound on top of her clit while she stroked Kat's moist folds before curling her middle fingers into Kat's vagina and stroking and rubbing vigorously internally on her g-spot. My wife squealed and bucked and quit licking long enough to pant out her orgasm begging for more, "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, yes."

Jessa directed Kat to bite her inner thigh and yipped in delight when Kat complied. "Mmm, other side Kitty, Oh yes, that's it! Again, bite me. Oh, Oh, Oh!" Jessa's back arched while she bounced on Kat's face and rode my wife to her own third orgasm. I watched as her juices dripped and pooled in the hollow of my wife's neck while she hungrily kept licking Jessa. The wet spot in my pants continued to grow and I didn't think I would be able to hold out much longer. I could barely sit still; my erection didn't have enough room in my pants, it whined and strained for release. I reached inside of my waist band and tried to relieve some of the pressure by adjusting myself. When I looked up again, Jessa had turned around to assume a 69 position over Kat's questing tongue. She had a gleam in her eye watching me pull my hand back out of my trousers; then winked at me before bending down to feast on Kat's pulsating slick pussy again.

Kat somehow managed to work her arm between Jessa's legs in order to insert a couple of fingers in Jessa's vagina. She twisted them around until Jessa let out a lengthy moan that appeared to thrill my wife; she bucked her hips until Jessa stopped moaning, and then hunted for the same spot again. She found it, and kept rubbing that spot until they were both moaning and arching their backs and bucking their hips. Repeating her actions, Kat found the spot quicker, and soon the two lust filled women went squirming and squealing nonstop for a couple of minutes like that before pushing each other over the edges toward climaxing together in a culmination of mutual pleasure and panting and heaving. I felt my own breath synchronizing with the two of them.

They both needed a moment to catch their breaths after cumming, and my stomach chose that moment to rumble really loudly. As they giggled hysterically, I lamely added, "I really thought we were going to have dinner first. Maybe I'll go get some take out. Chinese okay with you two?"

"Kiss me first dear," Kat breathed huskily.

Jessa rolled off of her and added, "Me too!"

I leaned over to kiss Kat and while we kissed, her lips parted and her tongue sought mine. Her face was sloppy with Jessa's juices and her arousal was growing again. She moaned her pleasure. When our lips parted, she gasped. Jessa had straddled her in a cowgirl position and was rocking slowly against Kat's mound applying rhythmic pressure to her clit as Kat writhed beneath her. Jessa also grabbed my face and planted another kiss sloppy with Kat's juices on my lips.

As she let go of my face, she said, "I'll try not to fuck her to oblivion while you're out, but hurry back, because she's just so, oh, ah, she's just so, oh fuck, just so fuckable." Kat had reached up and started kneading Jessa's nipples between her forefingers and thumbs and Jessa was soon unable to say anything.

"I'll be back shortly..." and my mind blanked after that. I'm going to have to figure out how to refer to them now. Should I go with lovers, ladies, darlings, not girls, damn I needed food. The sexy noises they were now making were distracting me.

Jessa's squeezing my erection through my pants was not helping either as her chest heaved with excitement, but I made the effort to move away. I really, really, wanted to strip down and join them. I had almost ejaculated from Jessa's stroking grip. I made my way to the kitchen and looked for the house key in the drawer. It was easier the further away I managed to get from the sexual singularity in Jessa's bed. The key was there where I thought it would, so I locked up as I was leaving to get take out.

Walking back in with the take out I headed to the kitchen. Jessa was there and had opened a bottle of plum wine. She began pouring 3 glasses. I helped her fetch the plates and utensils. Kat was basking in an after sex glow with a silly grin on her face until I set some food in front of her. Then she started telling me how they decided to take a shower after they had ended up flooded Jessa's bed. I was acquainted with how Jessa could 'flood' the bed by squirting, but Kat had me wondering if she had been doing some of her own 'flooding' as well. I wished I had been around for that.

The three of us finished off most of the take out and Jessa started to pour more wine. I held up my hand, "No more for me, it's Thursday and I have to drive us home."

"No! No way mister, I'm not letting either of you go until I've had my fill of you. Even if it takes all weekend!"

"But I was going..."

"Take PTO," Jessa stated matter-of-factly, "I am. The weather alert also said the winter storm turned our way. It's supposedly going to dump a ton of ice all over Atlanta and area. You don't want to be driving in that. I don't want you driving in that!"

I furrowed my brow. I hadn't heard anything about it on the radio, but temperatures had definitely gotten colder while I was out getting our food. I had to allow that what Jessa was telling me was the truth.

Before I responded, Jessa continued, "Come on Dale, just call it in tomorrow. Kat doesn't need to work. Between the two of us we could make her a kept woman."

"What?" Kat yelled. "I won't be kept in a cage, gilded or not! I get a say about what happens with me!"

Jessa grinned, "She's just so cute when she's feisty, isn't she?"

"Be careful Jessa, she bites."

"Oh God, don't I know it."

"Anyway, I didn't plan on spending the night. As I said in Barbarossa's I wasn't even sure you would see us. I thought you would tell us to take a hike. All I knew was that Kat and I wanted you back in our lives. I think I can speak for Kat when I say she needs you. I love her and I need her. And it seems like I can't have all of her unless it includes you, so I need you too. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah; and we can talk about that later, I promise, but right now I have a more urgent need. I need you two to fuck me, and fuck me until I can't get out of bed."

"I thought your bed was flooded."

"Silly, that's my fuck bed. I've got my squirt out of the way now, so we can go fuck in my sleep bed."

Kat, sporting a silly grin added, "Thank goodness. I don't think I've got the energy to fuck her all by myself. I need your help Dale. Please help me fuck her so I can sleep tonight, hmm?"

I took my hand away from my glass and Jessa poured more plum wine. I raised it and said, "Bottoms up then!"

"My bottom is as good a place to start as any," Jessa replied raising her glass.

Kat then touched her glass against Jessa's and mine, "To fucking until we sleep!" It was punctuated with a yawn. She was adorable. I really wanted to make love to her and Jessa.