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 WendyβWendy 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 wasβdoes 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 easyβyou 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.