This story gives me mixed feelings. I've just ended an eleven-year wife sharing relationship with a couple of dear friends. But I have fond memories of them, and what we did together inspires me to try and meet someone new.
Mike and Tracy were neighbors. They've known my wife, Teresa, since grade school, while I've only known the three of them since college.
They grew up together in a close-knit Italian-American neighborhood. Tracy and Teresa are actually both named Teresa; but Tracy's mother gave her the nickname from an early age to avoid confusion. I'm of Swedish-Danish descent and was raised in New England, not far from Boston.
Mike and I began to chum around in college when our then-girlfriends used to get together. They were inseparable, and fortunately Mike and I hit it off too. We like to watch sports together, mountain bike, hit the bars, what have you.
When we graduated college and started working, it was the most natural thing in the world for us to buy homes in the same neighborhood. Mike and Tracy lived a couple blocks away, on the other side of the street. When the babies started coming, our kids played together too. (They had two sons and a daughter, we had two daughters.)
My marriage was always happy and fulfilling, except for one thing: Teresa hates sex. I attribute it to both her mother and grandmother telling her it's a wretched, dirty, degrading thing that every woman must endure for her husband. While she is every bit capable of forming her own opinion, the early input she received from the women in her family nevertheless had a big impact on her.
She seldom had sex when she was dating. Even on our wedding night, she accepted my cock with a turning away of the face and a stiffening of the body.
After I would come, she would rush immediately away to clean up.
The only time she ever came with me was when she was drunk. I was going down on her, lovingly licking her beautiful little clit, and slipped a finger into her quivering pink. Her tight little pussy squeezed down on my gently probing finger, and she let out a little cry, just "Ooh!" That was it. We fucked next, but as usual she was just going through the motions, for me. However, I caught her digging it, and hoped she might come again, but it didn't happen. I came hard into her, turned on by her reaction to being eaten, but she then took right off after to go clean up.
This was our sex life- me mostly going without because I love her, and her occasionally "submitting" to it because she loves me. We did try therapy, counseling- to no avail. The conclusion? She hates sex. If it was due to a treatable issue, thousands of dollars of therapy failed to find it.
My relationship with Mike and Tracy began eleven years ago. The kids were now in grade school, and we used to cook out and have pool parties at one another's houses all the time. Other people would be there at various times, but it was always our two families at the center of it.
It had been a big blowout- we'd had about thirty people at my home for a barbecue. It was night, and most of our guests had left. Tracy's sister and brother-in-law had taken their kids for the rest of the weekend.
We went inside to the den, and were shooting pool. Except for Teresa, all of us were pretty liquored-up, and no one was feeling any pain. When it came time for the kids to go to bed, I kissed them goodnight and Teresa said she'd see them off to bed. She also said she guessed she was pretty beat, and decided to turn in early.
We continued to drink and play pool, and I kept ogling Tracy. Though both she and my wife are Italian, Teresa doesn't look it. She's Tyrolean, and has blond hair, blue eyes, and is petite. Tracy and Mike are of Tuscan descent, with olive skin and very dark eyes. Tracy is tall, curvy, and has a beautiful head of long black, wavy hair.
Tracy was wearing a bikini with just a pair of flip-flops and a man's button-down shirt for "modesty's sake". (We were nothing, if not casual). Mike and I both had on swim shorts and button down shirts. Tracy kept bending down to take her shots, and I couldn't take my eyes off her chest. She has big breasts, at least 38-D's, and her nipples were protruding very invitingly through the fabric of her bikini top. She caught me looking, and gave me a sly smile. I began to feel very warm.
We were playing our last round, and Mike jokingly asked what the prize would be for the winner.
Tracy looked right at him, and said, "Well, you know what you could give ME for a prize, Honey!"
He blushed almost purple, and said, "Come ON, babe.... let's not air this out in front of Dean...."
I knew what they both meant. Tracy wanted oral sex, had enjoyed it from her teens, and Mike just doesn't care to provide it. He'd told me many times that he liked to please her, liked her natural scent, but the taste just repelled him. He'd tried every body sauce and flavored massage oil in the world, and it just didn't work. So Tracy's pussy went pretty much unlicked, although it was fairly common knowledge that he knew how to make her feel good otherwise.
"Honey, PLEASE take care of me," she was nearly begging now, "tomorrow's my BIRTHDAY. Make me a happy birthday girl!"
Mike just scowled, mumbled a bit, and spoke up and said, "I think I'm about through playing now." He was so embarrassed he could hardly speak.
Tracy, however, was quite loaded and wasn't going to be denied so easily.
"What about you, Dean? I bet YOU like to use your mouth on a girl!"
Mike sputtered, "What the FUCK, Tracy! What's wrong with you??"
She kept on. She leaned on me, and whispered boozily, "Deannn, you're SUCH a good friend.... just give me a SPECIAL little birthday kiss...." then, she giggled.
