A true story, names are changed.
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During my first marriage, to Janie, a friend of ours went through a nasty breakup in her relationship. With no place to go and no money, we offered Patti a place to stay with us until she could get back on her feet. We had a two bedroom condo so she took the extra bedroom -- though we had only one bath.
We all worked at the same consulting company, so we could often share rides while commuting. Janie was also taking classes one night a week, so I could get a ride home with Patti while Janie went to class. I was working a lot of late nights then also on a rush project, so that also provided opportunities for Janie and Patti to drive together home while I would drive separately later. The time that we would ride together gave us extra opportunities to talk and become fast friends.
Patti wasn't with us long and wanted to get out dating again. We both thought it was her way to quickly move past her break-up. She liked to dress up as hot as she could -- short skirt, low neckline and black hose. She always black hose, and as Janie well knew, I have always had a think for women in black hose.
Patti dated a couple of guys from work and on more than one occasion came home in the morning looking, satisfied, tired, and with rug burns on her knees. Although they would occasionally make jokes about doing the "walk of shame", I never heard any details about these encounters. Patti may have shared details with Janie, but they apparently felt it would be indiscrete to share with me.
As a couple of months passed, our friendships grew. Janie and Patti had always been friends, and they were very different. Patti was very petite, with nice legs but a little flat-chested. Janie was a little plump, with very nice curves, and very large breasts with dark nipples.
In terms of sexual preferences, well, as I said, I never heard any stories about Patti's nights out, so I had no idea of her preferences. The rug burns on her knees only made me guess that she either liked doggy style or liked giving head -- or maybe both.
Now Janie, she really liked to get oral -- especially if I would slide fingers both into her pussy and her ass -- or she liked to be fucked from behind while using a vibrator on her clit. Fucking a vibrating pussy can be very arousing, and it can make it very difficult to last long! But she wasn't into giving oral, and definitely wasn't into swallowing. She also liked mild restraints or a blindfold or both. I think that if she felt she couldn't control the fact that she was being fucked, it made it more ok to cum. Perhaps that was part of her Catholic upbringing - feeling guilty about enjoying sex, so that it was easier to cum if she was being forced and it wasn't her "fault" that she was doing it.
We started spending more time together on the weekends, especially Saturdays. In the afternoon I'd mix a pitcher of strawberry daiquiris, and in the evenings we'd go out dancing to a local club. Patti was still dating, and had actually dated a friend of mine a few times where he had ended up spending the night in her room. The first time that happened was quite a surprise! The next morning Janie and I came out to the kitchen to see Patti in a robe and Scot -- who was muscular 6 foot 3 and about 240 pounds, in a woman's robe that was much too small for him. Somehow Janie managed to make breakfast without cracking up laughing.
After awhile, one fall night Janie and I were in bed, cuddling before we went to sleep, and suddenly she asked "Have you ever thought about Patti?"
"What do you mean?" I responded.
"You know. Fucking her or something."
"Well, I'd be lying if I said I don't notice her. But I haven't thought seriously about it or made a pass at her."
"You think she's attractive then?"
"Yes, but don't take that the wrong way. You're both attractive. Sometimes she's running around here in a robe or shorts and a tee and it's hard not to notice."
There was silence for a minute.
Janie continued: "I think about her too."
"What do you mean? Are you jealous?" I asked.
"No. I wonder what it would be like to kiss her. Or to be in bed with her. I wonder what it would be like to kiss a woman -- how is it different than kissing a man?"
"Do you want to be with her?" I said, quite surprised.
"I'm not sure" said Janie. Another pause. "Are you mad at me?"
I paused. "No. I AM surprised. I might have a little discomfort, because this caught me off-guard. But I'm not angry. It's mainly just the surprise. You've never said anything about being interested in a woman before. There's been no hint."
"I know. I'm surprised too. I just needed to share. I won't do anything. Don't worry about it."
"I'm not worried" I said. "And if you want to, I think you should. I'd find it arousing. That probably doesn't surprise you -- there's the joke about two women and every man's fantasy."
"I don't know if I would want you there." replied Janie.
"I can understand that, Janie. But if it becomes a real thing, especially a regular thing, I'm not sure that I can't be a part of it in some way, even if just to watch, or at least be in the condo, or allowed to watch even if I don't watch the whole time. We're married, and if you have sex with someone else I feel like I should be a part of it in some way."
Another long pause.
"I'm not going to do anything anyway."
"Why not? Are you afraid she'll say no?"
"No, I'm scared, but I'm more afraid that if I make love with Pat, the two of you will think its ok for you to fuck." "And it wouldn't be?"
"I'm scared of it. I feel like she's thinner and prettier than me."
"Janie, I promise we won't do anything without your permission. And we won't do it first. Feel free to go for it with Patti if you'd like to."
Another long pause. "I might. I need time to think about it" she said.
And we went to sleep.
A couple of weeks went by, and the topic didn't come up. One night when Janie was at class, I was watching TV, and slowly enjoying a vodka and tonic, and Patti came home, having driven separately. She sat down and asked me to fix her a drink too. After awhile, she asked if everything was fine with Janie. I said sure, and asked why she asked.
"She and I just haven't talked as much the last couple of weeks. I'm worried about it. Is everything ok?"
I thought for a moment and then said: "She's been thinking about you -- sexually -- and she's not sure what to do with that."
Patti was silent. She paused and said "Wow." She paused again and finally said: "Like how? What do you mean?"
"Like -- what would it be like to kiss you."
"She told you this?"
"Yes."
Patti paused. "I'll have to think about that. I've never done that, but it might be interesting."
I decided not to push the subject. So I just waited, watched TV, and continued my drink. Patti didn't talk about it further. After about a half hour she asked again if Janie had said that -- the thing about kissing her, and I reaffirmed it again.
Then I said "Can I ask you a question -- as long as we are on the topic of sex?"
"Sure"
"Do you like to perform oral on a man? Janie struggles with it a little, especially because she is uncomfortable with swallowing, and I'm wondering if there is anything I can learn from a woman's perspective that might make it more enjoyable for her."
"I like it a lot" said Patti.
"Like how?"
"Well, if I start when the man is still soft, I like the feeling of him growing hard in my mouth. It makes me feel sexy and powerful that I am pleasing him; that he wants me, and it arouses me a lot. I like the feeling of his hardness between my lips and yet of the smooth skin. I like when I can feel the pulsing of a vein, or the way a man grows just a little more and gets a little harder just before he cums. I like teasing a man, making him more aroused, by licking it, or wetting and touching just parts of it. And I like the sounds and look of pleasure and relief when I take him deep in my mouth and throat after teasing him. The way his hands will hold my head then and pull my mouth down onto his cock while I suck on it. At that moment I know I am the most important thing to him, his being is in his cock and in my mouth. I like the sense of power from that and the sense of trust a man gives me right then, when he loses himself in the pleasure of my mouth.
I like the way a man's cock will twitch when I tease him, or lick his halls or finger his ass. Most of all, I like the way it throb's and pulses when a man cums into my mouth, and I can swallow him down."
At that moment I was wondering if I was sweating and red-faced. Patti certainly had me aroused. But I tried to maintain a sexual conversation between friends.
"Janie doesn't like to swallow. I miss it. It's not necessary all the time, but would be nice every now and then. I know -- from what old girlfriends have told me -- that I'm very salty. But it would be nice on occasion."
"I can understand how she feels. It can take getting used to" said Patti. "Have you told her how much it means?"
"Yes, but she's not ready to try for more yet."
"You'll just have to be patient then" and she giggled -- noting that my crotch was quite hard from the discussion.
Just then, Janie came home. The topic changed.
That night, Janie said "I was worried when I got home that you'd be fucking Patti."
"I told you I wouldn't without your permission sweetie."
"I know, but all these feeling are so new to me. I'm just nervous."
"I understand. But give it a shot. I think Patti is interested."
"What makes you say that" Janie asked.
"I dunno. A hunch. Just a feeling I have."
"I think I will -- this weekend."
