Jessica and I had finally broken down the barriers and now we were fucking at least once a week. Her fat little husband was none the wiser, and as our encounters became more and more intense, she began to open up to me. During sex she would straight out tell me how much of a better lover I was than her husband. I wasn't surprised by that in the least, but it turned me on even more. Not that I needed more of a reason to be turned on; Jessica's body wouldn't quit, and I loved fucking her dynamite body.
I started to realize that she was the type of woman who got married too soon, and completely underachieved in doing so. I didn't know too many married mothers who had target tatoos above their ass, but she did. It almost seemed like she was making up for lost time with me; having been married to a pudgy loser for nine years, she was letting loose with a single young stud like me. She had become a fan of me pulling her hair when I was doing her doggy style, and overall she was becoming less and less inhibited every time we met.
All things considered however, I wasn't expecting what happened next. One afternoon following another great fuck session, Jessica was slowly stroking my cock when she suggested something that surprised me. She mentioned that she and her friend Vanessa, the only other person who knew about us, had kissed one night after a few drinks. She said they were just experimenting, but they both enjoyed it. The capper was that Vanessa thought I was hot, and she had alluded to a threesome. I had seen Vanessa once, and she was a gorgeous freckled redhead with a great body. Unlike Jessica she was single, but apparently she had been encouraging Jess to get divorced for years.
Needless to say, I was instantly all over the idea and without appearing too eager, told Jessica that it sounded good to me. I was amazed at the absence of reluctance on her part, and we chose the following Saturday to get together at my house.
