This story could have gone in a few categories. There is Lesbian activity as well as some Group, but as the primary driver is the husband/wife dynamic I have chosen to put it in Loving Wives.
I'd like to thank my editor, Newell Post, any remaining errors are mine.
Be careful what you wish for!
For as long as I can remember, probably going all the way back to puberty, I had the fantasy, no it was much more than a mere fantasy; I had the goal to have sex with two women at once.
I didn't care much one way or the other if they got it on with each other, though I imagined that it would be hot as Hell to watch.
More than one girlfriend broke up with me if I even hinted at another woman joining us in bed, and I eventually learned to keep my dream a masturbatory fantasy.
While I was fairly successful at repressing this desire, it sometimes expressed itself at the wrong time. We'd be watching any Angelina Jolie movie, and I would try to nudge the door open.
"Man, don't you think Angelina's hot?"
"Of course," she said. "Who wouldn't?"
"So, you wouldn't mind if she joined us in bed?"
"Yeah, as if that would ever happen," she said.
"Well, yeah, not her, but how about some other hot chick?"
I went through a lot of hand lotion that week.
I had pretty much relegated it back to an occasional masturbation fantasy, when I met Ramona.
I met Ramona in about the corniest way possible. We were attendants at my friend's wedding and were paired together. Somehow, despite sharing friends, we hadn't met until the wedding rehearsal, and we just clicked.
It didn't hurt for me that she was absolutely gorgeous, tall, about 5' 8", long straight blonde hair, long strong legs topped by a firm bubble butt. Her figure was well-curved, with breasts that weren't over-powering, a fact underscored when I learned that she had been a track star in high school and college.
She wasn't some blonde bimbo, either. She had a real brain and could converse knowledgably on a wide range of subjects. I'm no dolt, either; she seemed favorably impressed by me, as well.
We parted after the reception with a date for the following weekend and were off to the races. I was a bit disappointed that she refused to be intimate until we were exclusive, but we cleared that hurdle after three months.
I won't say that it was the hottest sex I had ever had, I had had some kinky girlfriends, but it had the advantage of a true loving connection.
We were engaged at six months, and married almost exactly a year after we met. In gratitude for their accidental introduction, our friends were Maid of Honor and Best Man at our wedding.
We settled into a comfortable, loving married life, and who knows what might have been had it not been for that party.
It was just an everyday party, five or six couples gathered together for no particular reason. As often happens, the guys gravitated to the den to talk about sports and cars, the women were in the kitchen talking about whatever women talk about.
One of the guys wanted to see my autographed Tom Brady football, and just as I passed the kitchen, I heard the question that would change my life.
"So, Ramona," Sally spoke up, "did you ever tell Jason about how you were a lesbian in college?"
Wait . . . what was that? I thought, and stopped in my tracks to eavesdrop.
"What? Ramona was a lesbian?" asked Gail.
"No, I wasn't a lesbian," Ramona said, "Just a LUG."
"What's a LUG?" asked June. I guess she led a sheltered life.
"A 'Lesbian Until Graduation,'" answered Sally.
"What does that mean?" June asked.
I heard Ramona sigh.
"I was getting fed up with the crude college guys whose idea of seduction was to have you drink enough spiked punch until you would let them grope you, and hopefully you remained sober enough to knee them in the balls if they went too far.
"I saw too many co-eds with ruined reputations, or worse, and swore off men until I graduated."
"I don't understand," June said, "What does that have to do with being a lesbian, or a LUG?"
"Well, swearing off men didn't mean I didn't get horny. I went through a lot of batteries, but my frustration was a little too obvious. One Friday night, after a glass of wine too many, my roommate Susan leaned over and kissed me . . ."
My ears were really burning now.
"She what?" said a chorus of voices.
"It turned out that she was bi-sexual, and I somehow never noticed, but between my horniness, frustration and the wine, something clicked and I returned the kiss. Before I knew it we were making out, our clothes were off, and I was having my pussy eaten by a woman for the first time. I have to tell you, Jason is fantastic at eating pussy, but there's something special about when a woman does it. Women just know what feels good to another woman."
"What happened then?" asked June.
There was a moment of silence, I guess Ramona was gathering her nerve.
"Well, I was hesitant at first," she began, "but I felt that it was only fair that I reciprocate. Susan was insistent that it wasn't necessary, but I felt that I needed to at least try.
"It was awkward at first, despite what I said about women "just knowing." I think I was just nervous, that being my first time with a woman, but Susan was patient with me, guided me until I found myself getting into it. I was a little surprised at the taste. I've tasted myself after masturbating, of course, and just assumed that most women tasted more or less the same, but Susan was different, I can't really explain it.
"We woke up in each other's arms, and I thought that I would freak out, but I felt strangely contented. We stayed together until graduation, then went our separate ways. I haven't been with a woman since."
My dreams were fading, but then . . .
"Wait," Sally said, "you didn't tell them the 'rest of the story!'"
I perked up again.
"Sally, no!" Ramona cried.
"Oh, come on, Ramona, it's ancient history now, who can it hurt?" Sally said.
Ramona must have nodded, because Sally continued.
"It seems that our girl Ramona didn't QUITE swear of all men. Remember, Susan was bi-sexual. Well, one day Ramona's class was cancelled, and she went back to their room to find Susan schtupping some stud!"
I could hear several gasps.
After a brief hesitation, Ramona spoke again.
"I was shocked. I mean, I knew Susan was bi-sexual, but for the past few months I had thought that we were exclusive, I certainly had no idea that she was still having sex with men. She must have heard me gasp, because before I could turn and leave, she called me over and took my hand. It was surreal; here I was standing beside our bed, holding my lover's hand as the guy was still humping away, until he finally came with a grunt and rolled off her to the other side of the bed.
"She pulled me in for a kiss, tried to explain herself. 'It wasn't as if she had never had sex with a man,' 'I knew she was bi-sexual,' etc., etc. I nodded my tentative understanding, gave her a quick kiss and made myself scarce.
"When I came back, he was gone, the bed linens were changed and candles were lit to cover up the smell of the sex. Susan was freshly showered and patted the bed next to her. I got undressed, cuddled up next to her and fell asleep.
"Things got back to normal, I don't know if Susan was still having sex with men. If she was, she was keeping it away from our room, but a seed had been planted. I wondered if this could be the start of my returning to straight sex, because as much as I enjoyed the sex with Susan, I wasn't a lesbian, and knew that sooner or later I was going to be settling down with a man."
I thought that I could see where this was going, but knew that the guys would be wondering where I was, so I hustled back to the den with the football. As soon as I could I made my way back towards the kitchen, hoping that they hadn't changed the subject.
I was in luck!
"So how did you get from having sex with Susan in front of Paul to doing the nasty with him?" Gail asked. It seems that I had missed a new development.
"It sort of just happened," Ramona said. "Susan and I were just lying there in the afterglow of our sex session, and I glanced over at Paul who was smiling and stroking his cock. Susan saw me licking my lips."
Paul was there? I wondered what else I had missed.
"'Come on, Ramona, you know you wanna!'"
"I kept wavering, and she kept teasing me, until she finally pushed me into Paul, who wrapped his arms around me and kissed me softly on my neck. I was hungry for more, and lifted his head up and kissed him hard right on the lips, shoving my tongue down his throat. Without even realizing it, I was stroking his cock to hardness, then climbing on and riding him for all I was worth.
"I came like a rocket, and as I came down, there was Susan with a huge grin on her face. 'You go, girl,' she said, and I just lay there grinning like an idiot.
"For the rest of Senior year, it was fairly even between me and Susan or the three of us. By graduation, I was ready to rejoin the straight world."
I could hear held breaths being let out as I adjusted myself and rejoined the guys with my old fantasy given new life. Ramona had done threesomes before. Was it such a stretch to think that she might enjoy an occasional one again? I was determined to find out!
I knew this wasn't something that I could just spring on Ramona out of the blue. I started softening her up by upping my game. I didn't go overboard, buying her fancy jewelry, sending her flowers every day and such.
I did the little things that women appreciate, but most guys don't have a clue about. I'd do things around the house without her nagging or even asking.
I thought I might have gone too far when I came home early to make her a nice dinner.
"Who are you, and what have you done with my husband?" she asked with a smile.
"Can't I just do something nice for my favorite wife?"
"'Favorite wife?' Do you have another wife that I should know about?"
She could barely contain her laughter as she came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"I'm only teasing you, Honey. This is so sweet, thank you."
She showed her appreciation repeatedly that night in bed, and I went to sleep with a big smile.
Of course, I didn't neglect the more obvious things like sending flowers to her office, or packing her favorite lunch, complete with a corny love note.
It was time to really lay the groundwork.
"Honey, don't plan anything for dinner tonight, I'd like to take you out to eat."
"Where are we going, Wendy's or Burger King?" she asked with a wry grin.
"Not quite," I said, "wear something nice."
"Just how "nice" are we talking?"
