I was in my home office filling out an invoice for one of my customers when I heard my front door open. Generally I call out to my wife, Kristine to say hello and let her know I am home. I held off because I was half way down the page entering the itemized charges and did not want to lose my place. That hesitation served me well.
"Hey girl, Jerry isn't home is he?" I heard. I recognized the voice. It was Sandra, our neighbor and one of Kristine's closest friends. She must have seen Kristine get home and came over.
"Nope. His car isn't in the drive or the garage. He said he had some stuff to do today. What's up?" my wife answered as she walked into the kitchen. I heard the fridge door open.
I was only home without my car because it was in the shop. The dealership had given me a ride me home since it was closer than my regular office. I often worked from home so I could work as well here as at my office downtown.
"Great, you up for some fun tonight? Sandra asked. "Want to get your pussy filled?" Now THAT got my full intention. I forgot all about that invoice. I reached for my phone and began to record the conversation.
Kristine giggled. "I'd love to, but this is short notice. I'm not sure I can get away. Jerry said something about us going out to dinner. I thought I'd relax and have a glass or two of wine. Want some?"
My home office was a converted room just off the kitchen. I clicked off the desk lamp and turned off the computer monitor. The door was slightly open and I did not want either woman to realize I was listening. I heard the tinkle of glasses. They were too busy getting glasses out for their wine to hear me.
"Aww come on, help a girl out. Tammy was supposed to be my wing girl tonight but her mother called. She is sick with some kind of stomach bug so Tammy had to go over there and help out." Sandra said. "We had a double date lined up with Eric and Rich."
Tammie was the third component of the trio. They started calling themselves the 'three amigos' back in college. Sandra and Kristine attended the same high school. Tammy joined them their freshman year of college. The three roomed together for much of their time in college. I had always suspected they shared more than an apartment.
I met Kristine while in college and we began dating our senior year. So I knew both Tammie and Sandra well. Both women had the sex drive and morals of minks. Both would fuck at the drop of a hat. If they even sort of liked the guy, they'd spread their legs on a first date. They had both offered me a shot a few times. I turned them down because I was with Kristine. Kristine was far more reserved, the cautious one of the group. Not a prude by any means but not a slut either.
At least that had been my impression while we dated and for the seven years of our marriage. She had admittedly been "pretty active" sexually before we met, but she had always been loyal to me after that. I never had a reason to doubt her for any of the time we had been together. Until now. Hearing this conversation, I realized my trustin my wife's fidelity had been sorely misplaced.
Sandra was on her third marriage. Neither she nor her first two husbands could keep from straying. That was certainly true of her first husband. He'd screw any girl who would hold still long enough. Her second husband began an affair after he caught Sandra with a coworker. I thought that justified since he had already filed for divorce. Of course Sandra claimed it was cheating. In her twisted ideology she could do what she wanted but her husband should remain faithful.
I liked her present husband. He worked for the same company I did. As a service rep he had to travel out of town a couple times a month. He was a hard worker and a friend. He met Sandra at a party when I invited him to my house. He and Sandra had been married for just shy of two years now. As soon as a house became available down the street they bought it.
Tammie never got married. She had been engaged a few times but got cold feet each time. I suspected she wanted her freedom to mess around more than she wanted a husband. She'd joke how variety was the spice of life.
"You bitch! You know how much I want to go with you and get my ass fucked raw. But I fuckin' love Jerry.' Kristine declared. "I don't want to screw up what I have with him."
"So? Just because you love him doesn't mean you don't deserve to have some fun." Sandra declared. 'These guys are just stress relief. They certainly aren't keepers for anything long term. Just toys."
"I take it Bob is out of town?" Kristine asked. Sandra said yes until tomorrow so she wanted to go 'get a little tonight'. "You mean get a LOT. " Kristine giggled. "Both those guys are hung like horses. I'll bet they pop viagra each time they have a date. No man I know can keep it up like them after cumming. And they can pound you without cumming. You know that son of a bitch Eric stuffed that thing up my ass the last time he had me. He just pulled it out of my pussy after I came and rammed it right in. I was glad I had lubed up my butthole ahead of time. It still hurt like Hell. He wouldn't stop pounding away. I was raw for days, afraid to take a crap."
"Oh yeah, that was so funny." Sandra said, laughing. "You squealed like a pig when he did that. He popped you on the butt like he was riding a bronc. Then you started cumming again.You bitched him out saying you weren't going to let him screw you any more and a little later, there you were, bent over begging for more of his cock. Admit it. You are as big a slut as me."
"So why do you need me, tonight? You can handle both those guys. I know you've pulled trains before and never batted an eye." Kristine asked.
