Usual rules apply. Nobody under eighteen in sexual situations. Anyone who resembles any character in the story is purely coincidental. This is fantasy. it's not the news or any brand of reality. It's a tall tale. Just have fun with it. Tongue is firmly in cheek. Please do not harass me with reality. Be kind in your criticism or at least civil. There's a lot of lesbian leanings, so if that bothers you, don't read it.
Honey, We Really Do Need To Talk
The past comes back to haunt me, but I get over it.
"We're not going out, but I am. We really do need to talk," my lovely wife shocked me. She was dressed in her sexy little black dress without a bra to hold up her big girls. The twins looked like they were trying to escape the black lace bodice! She was very sexy tonight. Apparently none of this sexiness was for me.
"Is this the part where you tell me you want to fuck some guy from your job?" I asked with my heart breaking. How could she do that? I was very upset. "I had made plans for us. Now you're going out alone after I got us tickets-"
"No, not quite. I love you and that's not changing. Do you love me?" Gretchen asked me. She had an extremely guilty look on her face.
"Of course I do. I keep hearing a 'but' in this sentence," I spoke dejectedly. Then my Gretchen really shocked me.
"You knew when you met me that I was into um, well... girls, don't you remember?" She is bi-sexual, but to my limited knowledge, she had not been with a woman for quite some time. I had not thought about that for a long, long time. Years in fact.
How could I not recall that? Of course I could recall that just fine. She had not been with anyone else but me since then. So it was a shock.
All of a sudden there was a potential new person entering our relationship and I had NOT BEEN CONSULTED AT ALL. Yeah, I was upset about it.
Years ago in college, when I walked into my bedroom to find her mouth firmly attached to a pretty girls pussy, with said girl returning the favor in the classic "69" style? Yeah, I somehow managed to figure it all out. She did like eating girl's vaginas, thus she was by definition a "vagitarian", at least part time.
She had introduced her sexy girlfriend Cynthia to me. Those two could really inhale margaritas while laughing hysterically and giggling. I was requested to do a strip tease to show Cynthia a good example of male prowess. This was mostly because she had not seen much of male genitalia once she announced that she liked girls, plus I was the only male in my dorm room at the time. So I was convenient as a male model.
We all had a lovely time. I didn't know that bisexuality even existed, but those two dirty girls did their very best to educate me on the myriad of amazing variations that exist in women's likes, dislikes, desires and potent passions. Women are truly amazing.
For her part, Cynthia seemed fascinated by my cock, and she never stopped fondling me. She squeezed my balls to the point I had to ask her to take it easy as she was hurting me a bit. She took to cocksucking like a duck to water, and when she fucked me she begged me to fuck her harder and deeper. She was more lesbian than straight, but that weekend she didn't act like that at all! My then girlfriend and her tag teamed me for hours and hours. Between the two of them they just about fucked me to death. Women are amazing. I asked my girl Gretchen if this new situation meant that she and I were no longer going to get married. I mean she was extraordinary as a vagitarian, but what about us?
Gretchen swore she still loved me as well. So she also was a damn good meat eater! Yes, she proved to me her felatio skills and her ability to fuck me into an unconscious happy state were pretty damn good. I had no complaints about those skills she had, no sir-ee. Even today, I doubt that I would ever find someone half as good as she is right now. Well Cynthia was not bad, but she liked girls way more than cocks. Plus we had not seen each other in many years. I had felt something for Cynthia then, but I got mixed signals in reply, so who knows?
Gretchen's gorgeous sister Olivia was an unknown quantity, but I really liked her a great deal. I had a crush on her for years and years. That was assuming my darling wife was leaving me. At that point I was not sure about anything. The fact that I, her husband, DID NOT KNOW FOR SURE, well that was telling a lot about our very shaky relationship.
"So now seven years later you've decided to revert to a full lesbian lifestyle? Are you leaving me for your new love interest?"
"No, no, no! Well.. Um... Er...
Not exactly. But I met an extraordinary young woman who... well, we hit it off really well." So there was a "maybe" in this answer. Fuckin' great. I didn't need a damn "maybe". My whole life hinged on the one word "maybe"? Fuck me.
"How well did you two hit it off?" I asked. Not sure if I wanted to know the truth now, but I really had to know.
"I want her and she wants me as well. She also is quite interested in you my Darling. But I want to go have a few drinks and feel her out..." she smiled and spoke as she seemed to dream of her new sweet pussy lover for a long moment, "about her feelings towards me and any feelings for you as well," she tried to explain. I wasn't listening to her bullshit. I know a sales routine when I hear one.
"So you have no desire to go out with me tonight. I did get great tickets for your fav-" she cut me off. She didn't care what I got for her. I spent a fortune on those tickets from a scalper and she didn't want to hear about them? Arrhggh
"-No Jack. I am doing this. Sorry to upset your plans for tonight." She didn't look sorry at all. She was very happy. She was smiling like she won the lottery, and I was last years prize. Swell.
Somehow I felt like a mere afterthought, not her mate and husband. Love of her life? That apparently was never correct from the way she spoke about her brand new sexy paramour. I could see her thinking about her and absolutely NOT thinking AT ALL about me. It seemed plain as day to me. The eyes don't lie, at least on her they don't. I felt like I had been rejected. I was tossed into the trash bin.
Gretchen actually licked her cocksucker lips. I hoped only my cock was on her menu. I suppose with her lesbian leanings that makes those lips, "licketty-split" as well.
"Don't you mean 'Feel her up'?" I jumped into her sentence. Smiling. Hoping. I said that stupidly. I could see that my marriage was headed for destruction pretty much no matter what I did. It was hanging by a single thread and she didn't see it, or didn't want to see it that way. The other alternative was that she just didn't care. That was so sad an idea, but it was obviously a real possibility. She was gonna "feel her up about it?" Yikes. I was joking. She was not. My life was suddenly in the toilet going round and round, and headed down the hole. I had been flushed down the tubes.
She smiled, "Well maybe that as well." She looked around the house. It was a wreck. "I have a request of you. Would you clean this place up and put fresh sheets on the bed? Please shave close, and shower nice too. Do not put on aftershave. She might be sensitive, you know? Would you make something nice for dinner? How about linguini and white clam sauce? We have a loaf of French bread right Jack?"
We were calmly discussing dinner while I was thinking about where I was going to live, short-term and long-term. I did not want my marriage to end, but that seemed to be the direction this damn train wreck was headed. I felt powerless to stop this derailment from happening.
"You want me to do all this so you can fuck her? Are you fucking cra-" she cut me off.. again. How could she possibly ask me to do this? I bristled at the thought. I get to clean up the house for HER DATE??? I felt like the male version of Cinderella.
"-Crazy? Maybe. It's so you and I can BOTH fuck her, and you can fuck me too. What do you say stud? Think you can take care of both of us, big boy? I don't know if she's going to agree to it. She leans pretty far to the female side of the street. I'm going to try to sell it. She was very happy when I showed her a picture of you. I told her your main hobby was eating pussy. Was that ok Jack?" She grinned. I was trying to understand if I still had a wife, and she was trying to get me into a sexy threesome? What the actual fuck? Was this some kind of perverted dream?
"Gretchen, if you and her give me half a chance I will prove it to her," I replied with gusto. Maybe I had half a chance to save my fucked up marriage? Not sure if I wanted to now. I felt like they were playing my song and it was "Hit the Road, Jack," and I won't be coming back no more, no more.
"You know this might not work, right?" She seemed to be unsure of herself suddenly.
No shit Sherlock. I gave it two chances: slim and none. But what the hell, I gotta try. I was thinking about our marriage and she was thinking about her sexy date, two different things entirely.
"Hey, hey, what do you always tell me? No negativity! Be positive. She is going to love it. Tell you what, ask her to come home with you regardless of her feelings for me. We can both work you over if she will allow me to participate in that." I swear her heart skipped a beat when I said that. I love my wife, and I will give her a night to remember me by. I will pack a couple of bags, perhaps make some room reservations. I can cancel if things change. Otherwise, I'll be on my way.
