Last night was definitely a learning experience for everyone involved. And I am pretty sure we all liked what we learned. Maybe I should explain a bit, let me take you back a day...
I had gone down to my old college to pick up Kerri and bring her back to Columbus. She wanted to go to the used book stores, then we were going to Olive Garden (she had never been) then who knows what.
What did come after that had never crossed our minds before. But I get ahead of myself.
Kerri and I are good friends from school. I graduated a year before she was supposed to, and got married the summer after. We are close because we tend to agree on a lot of things...politically, religiously, entertainment-wise...which neither of us had really found in a friend before. We tend to talk about anything and everything, though very rarely actually delving into the topic of sex.
Paul is my husband. I love him deeply, and we are very open to sexual things. We love to experiment and try different things, but up until this point had never added another person into the mix. Not that we hadn't thought about it, of course.
I was teasing Kerri for most of the trip to Columbus that I was going to tell Paul about how she found his eyes attractive. There had also been a joke one time about how she liked his thighs, and by the end of the trip she was swearing to kill me if I told Paul anything. I didn't really plan to, but it was fun to tease her about it.
We arrived at the apartment, and I knocked on the door, too lazy to use my key. "You have a key, you know, it is your house too," you greeted me, followed by a loving kiss.
"I know, but it's much more fun to make you open the door," I joked at you. You grabbed your jacket and we headed out to your car.
A good, but uneventful, time was had at the book stores, and we all endulged our love for literature and music. We all spent entirely too much money, but were very happy with the purchases. We then made our way to Olive Garden.
The wait was fairly short, as it was still early, and we were seated in no time. Dinner conversation was light, and we were all teasing each other openly. "Hey honey, did you know that Kerri thinks you have nice thighs?" I said, and Kerri blushed deeply.
"Oh really?" you replied, curious as to where that came from.
"Ju...just a silly joke they made up, I never really said that," Kerri stammered, as she hid behind her glass. I had ordered a strawberry daquari, and being small, it doesn't take much to get me a bit tipsy, so I was not going to let her get off that easy.
"Oh that's not what you told us, Kerri, you were all the time talking about how attractive you think Paul is. I always have to tell you to keep your hands off of him," I said to her, while lightly grazing my hand over your cock, careful to not let Kerri notice.
Eventually, after much insistance by her, I dropped the subject. We finished our food, and made our way back out to the car to drive home. You held my hand on the way home, setting it down on my leg and making sure to run your fingers over to my crotch at any oppertunity you got. It had the intended effect, and I was quite horny by the time we reached home. I almost wished Kerri was leaving, but she was planning to stay at our place for the night.
We all went into the apartment and sat down around the table. We decided to play cards, because none of us were really tired yet, but didn't feel like watching a movie either. My lips were constantly drawn to yours because of my state of arousal, and I began to notice Kerri shifting a bit uncomfortably in her seat.
"Does it bother you when we kiss this much, Kerri?" I asked her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.
"Um, no, not exactly," she stammered, and I wondered what she meant by that.
"Does it turn you on?" Paul asked her, as he pulled me in for a passionate kiss. Kerri blushed to the roots, and I knew that your question had struck a chord with her.
"What, do you want to kiss my husband?" I asked her, as I planted another kiss on his lips.
"NO, no, that's not what I meant at all!" she blurted, turning even more red as she said it.
"Oh, then perhaps it's me you want to kiss," I flirted, completely out of character for me. I really have no idea what came over me to ask that question.
"I...I'm not a lesbian!" she said defensively. "I am attracted to guys!"
"Oh but that doesn't mean you can't be attracted to women also, even if only in a purely sexual way. I think of it as bi-curious, maybe. I mean, I'm married, for heaven's sake, but that doesn't mean I never fantisize sexually about girls." By the end of that confession, I had started to blush also, as I had never told anyone all of that except for Paul.
"Wanna just give it a try, out of curiousity?" I asked her, "Wanna just kiss me once, just this one time?"
I could tell that she wanted to give in, but was resisting nonetheless. I leaned over towards her, and putting my hand on the back of her head, gently leaned in and gave her a kiss.
At first she pulled away, but I continued the kiss, and eventually she returned it. I used my tongue to part her lips and found my way into her mouth, as our tongues danced together. This was both of our first kiss with another woman, and it was wonderful. Eventually I pulled away.
"I can't believe I just did that!" she exclaimed.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked her, and I could tell from the look on her face that she had enjoyed it. I looked over at Paul and noticed that he was obviously quite aroused. I am pretty sure he had always fantasized about me kissing another woman, and now it was happening.
"Do you ever play with your breasts Kerri?" I asked her bravely. She nodded her head in response. "Have you ever wanted to play with someone elses?" I questioned, as I slowly lifted my shirt over my head.
Her mouth gaped open and she sat frozen on the spot. I reached over and grabbed her hands and moved them to my breasts. "Come on now, they don't bite," I encouraged her. She timidly began to fondle my breasts through my bra, and I moaned in response.
I could tell she was really beginning to enjoy this, and I reached over and pulled her shirt over her head, her hands momentarily leaving my breasts. We sat fondling each others breasts, completely entranced by the new experience.