Part One
Her first weekend at our mountain retreat had done so much to our mutual sexual gratifications that my wife insisted that she would invite Kelly again. You might remember my description of the tall, lithe, yet athletic body and million-dollar smile that this young woman possessed. None of that had changed but now I got it even in her voice when she answered the phone at my wife's office. She simply bubbled over in enthusiasm for me and thanked us for bring her out of her cloistered shell. She had a newfound self-confidence and she demonstrated that empowerment in her work. She was a new woman.
When my wife told me that she had invited this beautiful young woman to spend another weekend with us, my manhood jumped to attention at the mire thought of getting to explore more sexual fantasies with them both. Two complete opposites, the formerly demure Kelly and my wife, the aggressive buxom blond. As you might recall, I noted their complete difference when we first explored our sexuality together. Sleeping between them was glorious. It was like nothing else in our sexual lives. Kelly became so energetic that last weekend and made us both feel like she appreciated our sexual affections.
She arrived in the late afternoon on Election Day. When she arrived at our cabin in the woods of Southwestern Colorado, she bounced out of her SUV like an energizer bunny and gave both of us a huge hug. Then she planted a wet sloppy kiss on both of us. My wife, while not even bi-curious to my knowledge, accepted the kiss from her co-worker without resistance. I should have recognized the change but it escaped my attention at the time. Kelly grabbed her things from the truck and quipped with a grin, "let's get into the hot tube and relax." There was smirk in her voice and a devilish smile came over her face when she grabbed my wife's hand and pulled her toward the cabin.
I could not believe my eyes when they hugged again and kissed passionately in front of the door. My wife, Marge, had her hand kneading Kelly's fine slender but shapely ass and she pulled the younger woman to her with all her strength. Kelly's arms were draped around Marge's neck and they held that kiss for a long time. When they broke it, they looked at me and in unison, smiled and said, "Are you coming inside to fuck us or are you going to stand there with your mouth hanging open?" My cock became instantly harder than I can remember and I skipped off toward the porch. I threw my arms around them both and asked them when did this all happen? Marge was the first to speak. She almost sheepishly admitted that they had been intimate several times since our first weekend together. She was almost apologetic in her tone until I reassured her that I thought it was great that she had someone to keep her company in the city while I was away. Kelly was brazen about her affections toward her new lover but still grabbed my cock, which was straining against the fabric of my jeans. "I love eating Marge's pussy and she is learning just how to suck on my clit but right now I want that hard cock of yours in my wet pussy!" I nearly fell over at the incredible change in this once demure "Little Lady". She was as wanton as I had seen in any woman since Marge finished her menopausal cycle. Marge just came out of sexual hell in the past year and now her young lover was a complete rival for that honorβ¦
Kelly and Marge went off to our bedroom presumably to put on bathing suits for the hot tube while I took Kelly's bag to the guest bedroom on the second floor⦠well, we had to give her the choice to sleep alone, right? When I slipped quietly into our room, I found that they had stripped and were entwined in a classic 69 position in the middle of our waterbed. They were slow and methodical in their ministrations on each other. With Kelly's head buried between her legs, I could see my wife slowly making circles with her hardened tongue around Kelly engorged clitoris. On her back with Kelly's pussy planted over her face, Marge's hips were bucking up to demand more attention from her young lover.