The past couple of weeks had been a whirlwind, and the flurry events spun through my mind. Taking Ginger to that dance club, watching her pick up Chris, taking them to the hotel. More watching as he took her in front of me. Twice. Then the fight, and making up. The promise of a surprise for me in return for agreeing to let her be with Chris again.
Now, coming home to find two sets of women's clothing scattered from the front door to the top of the stairs. The bra, not in my wife's size, that I now held in my trembling hand. I brought it to my nose again, trying to decide if I recognized my wife's best friend's scent on it. My heart felt like a lump in my throat as I approached our bedroom door.
It stood open about 1/2 way, and soft, flickering light spilled from on to the hall carpet. Something dark dangled from the knob. A pair of panties, I saw, as I drew near. I became aware of a soft, panting moan, again, not Ginger. My heart hammered. As the door was open, I didn't knock, but instead pushed it open slowly.
There were a dozen or so candles lit, placed around the room to lend an eery, fluctuating light. Sarah lay back against my pillows, eyes closed, lips parted slightly, the source of the moan I'd heard as she panted for breath. Her arm snaked down between her legs, a tangle of my wife's still platinum blonde hair in her grasp. Ginger's head suddenly thrashed back and forth quickly, sending Sarah careening over the edge. Sarah's blood red nails contrasted Ginger's blonde hair as Sarah gripped her head for purchase, cumming sharply against Ginger's face.
I stood dumb-founded. This was really, really, really nice, I had to admit. Ginger was flat on her stomach, still in her panties but nothing else, her legs bent at the knees, feet in the air, ankles crossed, waving back and forth lazily as she continued at a softer pace on her former lover and current best friend.
Sarah's eyes drifted open, saw me, and she gasped, reflexively reached for covers but couldn't pull them to her as Ginger was laying on them. Then she started to giggle. She pushed at Ginger's head. Ginger pretended not to notice, but I could tell she was play-acting.
"Ginger...GINGER!...Tommy's home..." Sarah's giggles were intensifying. She was drunk, I thought.
Ginger finally stopped, rolled over to her side, looking back at me. "Surprise, baby." she said through a smile.
"Surprise!" Sarah said, bit too loudly...bringing on another giggle fit.
I just stood there, Sarah's bra and panties dangling from my finger.
Ginger continued. "Don't mind her...she's a little nervous." Sarah tried to stop giggling, taking deep breaths. I noticed Ginger kept one hand on her mound and was stroking her slit with her thumb.
"And a little drunk?" I said, not quite knowing what to say or do.
Ginger laughed. "I'M a LITLE drunk, Thomas. Sarah's a LOT drunk." Sarah giggled again, so Ginger pushed her thumb inside her, causing her to suck air in between her teeth, halting the giggles.
"Oh fuck, Ginger." Sarah said.
Ginger continued moving her thumb in and out while looking at me. Sarah was moaning softly, but also looking at me.
"C'mon over here, baby." Ginger said.
I walked to the bed side, stood there. Ginger slid over, withdrawing her thumb, and began to work at my belt and pants. Sarah got to her knees, knee-walked to me, and began unbuttoning my shirt. The girls were well coordinated in their effort, and something occurred to me.
"You two seem to have done this before." I said.
Ginger looked up at me as she pushed my pants down over my hips, taking my boxers with them.
"Maybe once or twice." she said, a playful gleam in her eye.
Sarah broke in to giggles again. "Yea...once or twice...or..." she said through her laughter.
Ginger smacked her on the ass.
"Oooh, again..." Sarah cooed, still giggling.
They were having a fine time, with me standing there afraid to move for fear of doing the wrong thing.
My shirt undone and thrown to the floor, pants pooled around my ankles, Ginger began sucking my cock. Sarah slid down next to her. I watched mesmerized as they worked on me, one running a tongue along my shaft, fondling my balls while the other sucked on the head. They switched off easily, clearly a practiced art for them. Now and then they'd kiss deeply between changes. I was close, and Ginger sensed it. She got to her knees, face to face with me, and pinched my shaft near the head. Sarah slowed down, softly licking the shaft below Ginger's grip.
"Huh uh Thomas...you have work to do."
I didn't know what to say. I'd never been in a threesome. Ginger and I had talked about it while dating, particularly when she began experimenting with girls, but it had never happened. And I'd always read or heard that it was best to have a complete stranger if you brought a third person in. Sarah didn't qualify. Still, I couldn't see harm in me watching the two of them. But that wasn't what Ginger had in mind.
She drew closer, kissed me softly. I could smell Sarah on her lips. She smiled knowingly.
"Sarah wants you to fuck her, baby."
I stared back at her. "Are you sure that's..." I started, but she hushed me with a finger on my lips.
"I want you to fuck her, Thomas. I want to watch it, like you watch me."
I glanced down at Sarah as Ginger revealed our secret. Ginger smiled.
"She knows what we've been doing, don't worry. I sort of had to tell her to make this happen."
From below us I heard Sarah..."You sure are a good husband, Tommy...", followed by more giggles.
Ginger loosened her fingers on me. Sarah set back to work, sucking me in to her mouth. It felt amazing.
Ginger took my hand, pulled me on to the bed. I kicked awkwardly at my pants until they were off, self consciously pulled off my dark socks.
Sarah slid back across the sheets, shifting to her back. Ginger moved next to her, sitting, stroking Sarah's stomach as her other hand pulled me toward them.
I looked Sarah over. She is dark to Ginger's light. Black hair, so black I suppose it gets help from a bottle, but complimentary to her skin tone, also a bit darker, maybe some Mediterranean in her family. She wears her hair long too, about a third of the way down her back. It now spilled across Ginger's pillows. Pert breasts, a b-cup according to the bra on the stair railing. Full pink nipples, larger than Ginger's A bit chubbier than Ginger, particularly after Ginger's hard work in the gym, but nowhere near fat. Just right, really, at least for my tastes. Her mound was shaven clean, revealing a tight slit, no pink showing. My eyes lingered there, I suspect I must have licked my lips. I wanted to taste her.
Ginger slid next to me, whispering.
"Huh uh...that's the one rule baby...you save that for me..."
I wasn't sure if she meant that she only wanted me licking her, or if she wanted to be the only one to lick Sarah, but the point was made either way. I tried not to be disappointed, considering the circumstances.
I moved tentatively toward Sarah. She parted her legs and I slid up between them. My cock pulsed against her thigh. I looked at Sarah, saw her steal a hesitant glance toward Ginger. Neither of us was sure this was OK.
Ginger was staring at me though, didn't notice Sarah's glance.
"Go on baby...do it...do it..." Ginger whispered.
I gripped my shaft, slid the head in to Sarah's slit, felt her juices. Finding the right spot, I pushed forward. Sarah gasped, and I paused. Her ankle curled around my hip, tugging at me, so I pressed forward again, watching her lips as a low moan escaped. She felt very tight wrapped around me.
Ginger leaned back against my pillows and the head board. "Oh damn...that is hot..." she whispered. Her hand slid down between her legs, rubbing herself outside her panties.
I began to slide in and out of Sarah slowly. Her head did a slow motion thrash from side to side as I did. Her eyes squeezed shut, a raspy hiss as I withdrew, then the low moan as I sank back in. I fought to control myself. She was very tight.
Ginger moved close to Sarah, leaned over her, kissed her mouth. Sarah moaned through it.
"Is he bigger, Sar? Is he bigger than Jeff?" Ginger asked.
Sarah nodded, managed an "uh huh..." between hisses and moans.
Ginger looked up at me, eyes sparkling, knowing she'd scored some ego-feeding points with me. I appreciated it, but was more focused on not erupting inside Sarah in under a minute.
"Fuck her harder, Thomas." Ginger suddenly commanded. "She likes it hard."
Well shit. Much harder and this would all be over. Instead I pulled out, a frustrated sigh coming from Sarah in response. I took her hip in my hand and pulled her to her side, then pushed her over on to her stomach, pushing her left leg up to expose her slit again. Positioning myself, I sank inside her to the hilt, drawing a surprised cry, muffled by the pillows. The brief break in rhythm had helped stem the tide in me, and I began to increase the pace of my thrusts.
