Things did change and they changed for the better, as I had predicted. To set up intimate sessions between us took a lot of coordination and phone calls and emails and timing. In the process I discovered that Maggie was a genuinely nice person. And she didn't want to steal my husband; she just had a sexual awakening later in life. I thought I was pretty open to all sorts of sexual experiences, I actually learned a lot from her. True, I never thought I'd be having group sex sessions with another couple, or getting naked with my husband and another woman, but life often leads you to places you didn't plan on exploring.
The second time we had a group scene, it was just Troy, Maggie and I at our house. Maggie had left Jamie left behind as part of a long tease. She said it resulted in even better sex when she got home, but we also had to promise to let Troy cum inside her before she left. That was to be Jaime's special treat for letting her have a night by herself.
I only needed a single glass of wine as a bracer before I was ready for my first ménage a trois, which was a little odd because I already had my first ménage a quatre and seemed a step down, but I couldn't say no. It was impossible to say no when we had moved to the bedroom and instead of moving first to Troy, Maggie and I turned to each other and exchanged a very deep and passionate kiss. Our bodies pressed together, I could feel her breasts mashing into and above mine. Her hands went around my waist, but I pressed the issue faster and moved mine to cup her ass cheeks that were nicely displayed in the jeans she wore. We had decided to keep things casual, though I was wearing what I considered to be a racy pair of red boyshorts under my skirt. I didn't resist when she started tugging at my clothing, trying to remove it.
"I'm used to undressing me," she laughed at me, breaking our kiss.
"Need any help?" Troy asked. He had been standing apart from us, watching our every move. There was a distinct bulge in the crotch of his pants. "I know how to undress women." He grinned at his good fortune.
"Let's get her naked," Maggie told him. He moved behind me and before I knew it my clothes were off and I was standing there in my lacy bra and red panties, a little embarrassed that I was at least ten pounds heavier than Maggie and she was half a head taller than me. When she saw my panties she let out a little giggle, I shyly covered myself a bit, dropping my hand in front of my pussy and angling my thigh to hide what I could.
"What?" I asked in protest.
Without a word, she dropped her jeans revealing the same pair of boyshorts I was wearing, though without a doubt a size or two smaller. "Great minds think alike," she said and moved back to me.
We kissed again and this time she proved a little more adept at unhooking my bra to free my tits while Troy pulled down my panties. Now I was proudly naked and moved to the bed. I wanted to be the center of attention. She and Troy kissed first, lightly but intimately and I felt a thrill of jealousy. He pulled off her shirt and bra, but left on the panties as she moved on the bed toward me.
"Get naked," I told him as Maggie started sucking my nipples. He joined her quickly and I found both my breasts being greedily sucked as two hands reached between my legs to play with my pussy. It was wonderful.
It was a little confusing at first when they were fumbling around hunting for all my bits and pieces but then Troy decided to penetrate my vag and Maggie concentrated on playing with my clit. This worked very well for me. With all they were doing to my pussy and sucking on my tits, it took me almost no time at all to cum, which was somewhat disappointing. But I knew I'd be ready for more soon.
"Does she always drench the bed when she comes?" Maggie asked Troy as she sucked my juices off her fingers.
"Yeah, that's one of her many talents," he replied. "She's always been the wettest girl I've ever been with."
"Including me?
"Even you."
Maggie placed her fingertips to her chest and played falsely wounded. "I'm wounded."
"Maybe a nice fucking will solve that problem," he suggested, reaching for her.
"Wait," she protested. "I want Ginny to help. But you need to run downstairs and get my bag, I forgot something in it."
He sighed and rolled his eyes, but the look on her face told him he wasn't going to get between her thighs until he did her bidding. Men are easy to control that way. He rolled off the bed and headed downstairs.
In an instant Maggie was on top of me, kissing my lips and neck. "I want to make love with you," she whispered in my ear. "But not with your husband here."
"What?" I was confused. I thought that was the whole point of this exercise.
"You've never really been with a woman, have you?" she asked me
"Define 'never really'—"
She cut me off. "You've never gone down on a woman and had your mouth on her pussy, have you?"
I shook my head. "Ah. No. No."
She smiled and kissed me again. "I want to be your first, then. But I want to do it alone with you. Okay? Just us girls?"
This made me reel a bit. Would that make me a lesbian? Having sex with both a man and a woman at the same time equaled, to me, bi status, but what if I were to sleep with her alone? No, I'd still be bi, but.... It didn't matter. I wanted to try it, and if she wanted me alone, that's the way it would be. "I'll do it," I agreed.
Her face broke out in beatific relief. "Great. Let's give Troy a blowjob, and then you and he can get me off. I've still got to bring his cum home to Jaime."
Troy returned a minute later with Maggie's oversized purse. She got off the bed and opened it up, pulling out a pair of panties and a large vibrator.
"Unsexy," Troy declared looking at her choice of underwear. They were pale yellow and polyester. When he held them up there weren't even bikini style, they were definitely briefs.
"You actually wear those?" I asked.
"They'll keep your cum in my pussy," she told us and brandished the vibrator at me. "I want you to use this on me while Troy doggie style."
I took the hefty vibrator from her and felt a bit hesitant. "Are you sure, what about..."
"It's just a vibrator, honey. It helps me cum. And I bet that Troy will like what it feels like when he's fucking me too."
As we were getting into position, it was my first real opportunity to take in the sight of Maggie's ass. It was nice and shapely, quiet nice for a woman well into her thirties, maybe a bit fat, but nothing terrible. But it was only then I saw the tiny tattoo, no bigger than a penny, on the middle of her right cheek.
"What's that?" I asked touching it as she mounted the bed on hands and knees.
She looked over her shoulder at my tap and smiled. "Oh, there's a lesson. Never get a tattoo. You'll live to regret it."
I angled myself better. "It's a tiny dolphin," I observed.
"Sexy," Troy said. "I like it. Dolphin iconography is often associated with sex."
"Trust the man to know," I said. "So, is it about sex?"
"Yes," she sighed. "And I'll tell you about it sometime. But right now I'd like to get fucked."
I was a little shy about reaching between Maggie's legs to help Troy, but he had no such compunction. I could see the edges of her pussy lips glistening with juice and he easily slipped his cock into her. She groaned lightly and leaned back into him, pressing her ass against his stomach. "That's good. Now get the vibe on my clit, Ginny."
Switching on the device, I hesitated for a moment then carefully placed it where my husband and his girlfriend had joined their bodies. It was a fairly substantial vibrator, much bigger than my own and it sent strong tingling down my fingers. "Stroke it against me," she said.
I happily complied and half lay next to her kissing her side and back as I helped her work toward orgasm. Unable to resist I kept peeking down to the joined cock and cunt and watched as Troy slipped in and out of her. It was fascinating so see other people have sex. I was pleased to be helping them both. Maggie had a strange way of reacting to the vibrator, every few seconds she'd inhale sharply and exclaim, "I came." This happened at least a dozen times before Troy finally orgasmed and deposited his load into her womb. As he groaned and thrusted, emptying his balls, he gripped her waist and shook with the pleasure.
"Take it away," Maggie ordered me and I pulled the vibe off her clit and switched it off. She slid forward on the bed and lay down on her tummy. Troy slid along with her, covering her body. They looked happily content and relaxed—the picture of a couple in love, if that's the right way to describe them. A twinge of jealousy ran through me again before I realized Troy would want to fuck me soon and sometime in the near future I'd have Maggie to myself. "Would you be a dear, Gin, and grab my panties for me? I don't want to move and have the cum leak out."
I knew she meant the ugly yellow ones and I picked them up off the floor, then stood there dumbly not knowing what to do. Ginny forced her legs together and order Troy off her body. She pushed herself back up on her knees putting her ass in the air, but keeping her chest to the bed. "Slip them up my legs," she said. Essentially I did all the work putting Maggie's panties on: easing them up her lower legs, forcing them over her knees as she slightly shifted her weight, then up her thighs and onto her hips, positioning them just right to keep Troy's treasure carefully contained in her vag. Her awkward position helped prevent any leaking. Once the panties were on she got off the bed and quickly dressed.
"I hate to fuck and run," she said to us as we watched her dress which was almost as much fun as watching her undress, "but I need to get this present home for Jaime." She turned to leave, but paused at the door. "I'll call you, Ginny, okay." And then she left.
We sat on the bed a moment before we said anything.
