We didn't talk about our threesome with our neighbor Frank for a couple of days. The next time we did talk about a threesome, though, it had nothing to do with Frank. "You know," Mick said. "Since we had another guy join us, I think I'd like to have another woman join us."
"But...but I've never been with a woman," I said.
Mick gave me a sly smile. "Maybe you should try that first and see what you think."
I was stunned. My husband was actually suggesting that I have sex with a woman. "Are you serious?"
"Sure. Maybe you could...um...video it and..."
"Forget that," I snapped. "Assuming I'm willing to do this, who would I do it with?"
"Well, we had sex with Frank, right? It seems only fair that we have it with his ex."
I should have known he would have said that. Frank's ex was Wendy, a part-Thai, part-Irish beauty who also happened to be my best friend. Now I consider myself to be fairly sexy but Wendy—Wendy is incredibly sexy. Not only was she a slender, long-haired beauty, but she had bigger boobs than me and beautiful hazel eyes. A lot of thoughts ran through my mind, not the least of which was—does Mick want to have a threesome with Wendy because he finds her sexier than me?
I put that thought aside, took a deep breath and said, "Okay. I'll explore the idea with her."
Mick seemed surprised. "Really?"
"Yes, really," I snorted. "In fact, when you have your golf game on Saturday, I'll see if I can...um...practice with her."
"Jesus," Mick mumbled. "I didn't think you'd actually...well...good. Wow. This is such a turn-on."
When he made a move for me I pushed him away. "You're just gonna have to wait."
How do you plan for a threesome with your best friend and your husband? It's easy—you don't plan. What you do is set the stage and hope for the best. I hadn't seen Wendy for a while since she moved a way, so I at least had an excuse to call her to get together for lunch.
I chose a noisy restaurant where I was pretty sure our conversation would not be overheard if and when we got to the discussion of having sex together. Well, I'm glad I did because Wendy started talking nonstop about her new sex life and how great it was after her divorce. Her eyes seemed to shine with excitement, particularly when she leaned over to whisper in my ear. "I've even been getting it on with women."
I wondered if she gave me that tidbit of information for a reason, but the best I could do was stammer, "H...how do you...uh...like having sex..."
She grabbed my hand and smiled. "It is fantastic. God, I love the taste of pussy."
"I see," I said. "So, maybe you and I..."
"Oh, God yes," she said. "I was hoping you would say that. Look. I can get a hotel room and..."
"No," I said. "Mick is playing golf on Saturday. You could come over and we could take our time. Say around nine?"
"I can't wait," Wendy said.
When Saturday came Mick begged me to let him stay home and spy on Wendy and me, but I made him leave the house. I put on a silk blouse and pair of shorts and then paced around the house waiting for Wendy to arrive. I was so nervous that I practically jumped when she rang the doorbell.
When I opened the door, she smiled, walked in, closed the door behind her and said, "Hi, sweetie."
"H...hi," I said, stammering.
She didn't say another word. Instead she pressed her lips against mine. She felt so good, so soft. I found my mouth opening to receive her tongue. Soon my tongue was deep in her mouth and we were kissing like we had been lovers forever.
But the situation was more than I could handle and I started to swoon. Wendy caught me, said something and led me to the bedroom. "It's okay," she whispered. "I felt the same way my first time with a woman."
"I'm hot," I mumbled. "I'm hot and I can barely breathe."
"I know," she murmured. "Here. Let me help." She unbuttoned my blouse, slid it over my shoulders and let it fall to the carpet. She lowered her face to mine and kissed me on the lips. Then she kissed my cheeks, my ears, my neck, my collarbone, my breasts and then my nipples. I told myself to stop her, but the heat consuming me burned hotter inside me.
"Please," I begged. "Please. I...I've never..."
Wendy stroked my hair and smiled. "I know," she said. "Relax, baby. I know you. I know what you'll like. Just...relax."
She eased my shorts and panties down to my ankles. She pushed me onto the bed, spread my legs and kissed her way up my thighs, licking and nipping and sending shivers through my body. I lifted my hips high into the air, moaning when her tongue penetrated me. I grabbed her hair and pulled her face tight against me. Her tongue drove deep inside of me, twirling like an out-of-control top.
My orgasm built to unbelievable heights, but when she flicked the hot wet tip of her tongue against my puckered hole, I exploded. I squeezed her head, not knowing or caring if I was hurting her. I let my orgasm rip me to shreds until I almost passed out.
I relaxed, letting my hips float back to the bed. Wendy didn't say a word. She just smiled, stood up, stripped out of her clothes and pushed me onto my back. "Your turn."
She straddled my face and began to rub her clit on my lips. I grabbed her butt, digging my fingers into her soft flesh, and drove my tongue into her pussy. I pressed hard against her silky thighs, thrilled by the taste of her juices. Remembering how good it felt to have something up my butt, I rammed a finger into hers.
She squealed. She moaned. She hollered. "Yes," she cried. "Two fingers! Yes!"
I pushed another up inside her and she wiggled, so I sucked her clit into my mouth and bit down. Wendy pushed down so hard I thought I would suffocate. Her juices flooded my nose. Suddenly, she rolled off me and onto the floor, her hips rising and falling in ecstasy. "Fuck," she said. That was incredible. Are you sure you've never done this before?"
"I'm sure," I said.