It has been a while since I updated my story. I have continued to enjoy my friendship with Sara and we have regularly included Sheri in our fun as Sheri worked to pay off her debt to me. Sara and I treated her as a close friend. Sheri was soon telling us that her enjoyment of our collective friendship was more than just debt repayment and she assured us that it would continue well after we were even on that front. Since both Sara and I continued to be happily married, there were times when we could not get together with each other and had an agreement that it was OK to be with Sheri alone and not only in a threesome. That was an arrangement that met the needs of all three of us. Sara's husband and mine were not aware of the fun that we were having with each other since they were both well satisfied at home.
Then, a big change occurred in my life. Since this story is in the "Loving Wives" category rather than my historic "Lesbian" stories, I'm sure you can guess what happened... Before proceeding, you may want to read my other stories of my "Gym Friend" and our vacation, it will give you the background of this story.
John was out of town on business, leaving me to my own work, exercise and hoping for a get together with Sara or Sheri, or perhaps, a get together with both of them. We had all encountered a stretch of busy times and there had been several one-on-ones with both Sara and Sheri, they had gotten together without me when I was busy but we hadn't all been together. As I was lying in bed contemplating John's return the next day, I texted both of them asking if anyone was up for a trip to the gym for exercise or a gathering for coffee. A few minutes later, Sara responded that she had gotten some morning exercise at home and was expecting more right after coffee. The thought of her husband enjoying the luscious pussy that I was lusting over made me both jealous and damp between the legs. The next text was more promising as Sheri responded, "no husband here to make coffee for me." That response made me moan as I was lying there as I instinctively reached between my legs to gently caress my exposed pussy. A brief touch created a great desire for more intense touching, but I knew that my satisfaction would be much greater if I waited until I could get Sheri there with me in bed to share in the enjoyment.
My phone rang and I saw that it was Sheri calling to make arrangements for our get together. Before I could speak as I answered the phone, I heard Sheri's admonishment, "get your hand out from between your thighs".
"What makes you think I have a hand between my thighs?" I quickly responded.
Her response was even faster, "because I know you. You probably have a finger buried in your pussy while you rub your cum button. Think you can wait until I get over there to give you the pleasure you're looking for this morning?"
"Oh really. You think you know me that well? Think you can drive carefully enough to get over her knowing that all I am wearing is a t-shirt without any panties? I'm going down to make some coffee. That will be the second hottest thing you'll find once you get here. And trust me, there is plenty of cream this morning." Having told her that, I wasn't sure which one of us was less likely to be able to focus before we could get together.
As I went to kitchen to make coffee, I couldn't believe how crazed and horny I had become so quickly that morning. I most certainly wasn't acting my age. I was acting like a young girl in college, seeking a quick lust filled encounter on a lazy morning. Somehow, I managed to get the coffee made. I lifted my shirt a couple of times, stroking myself and enjoying the arousal that was filling my body. I thought of the fun which I would be having with Sheri. I imagined what I should do when she arrived. Should I be casual, act as if nothing was going to happen while flashing my legs to her? Should I leave the door open, hide from her and then attack her as she wandered the house looking for me? Should I dominate her as soon as she walked in, ordering her to pleasure me and earn the right to her own pleasure? I had done all of these in our past get-togethers. All had generated massive delight to fill our bodies. As the coffee finished brewing, I poured myself a cup, adding cream to the steamy liquid. I laughed to myself as I thought about the steam and cream that would soon be filling my morning.
As I enjoyed a few sips of coffee, I heard a knock on the front door. Without any plan for how things would proceed, I went to the door and opened it for my friend Sheri, dressed in warm-up suit as if she were headed to the gym for a morning workout.
"good morning Donna, are you ready to head over to the gym for a workout?", she asked with a smile.
I quickly replied, "you look to be dressed for the gym, I think I'll need to put on some more clothes if we're going to have a workout in public." With that, I lifted my shirt a bit to show a wisp of my muff. She replied with a soft moan and told me that she wasn't completely dressed for a public workout either. She lowered the zipper of her warm-up jacket, showing off her cleavage down well below her breasts with nothing between her jacket and the soft mounds that I was lusting to touch.
As I reached for her chest, I told her "I see exactly what I'd like to work out this morning."
Her hand blocked my advance, "I thought you invited me over for coffee, not to be groped." She smiled at me as she strolled toward the kitchen and opened the cabinet to grab a coffee cup. "Hmmmm...so hot and steamy, just what I need this morning." As she sat at the table she asked, "So, what is new with you this morning?"
As I sat across the table from her, I also began to play the calm game she was playing of seeing how much lust could be built by waiting and acting like I wasn't about to explode. "Oh, normal morning kinds of things. Having some coffee, thinking about what I want to accomplish today. Wondering what I should wear to look my best during the day."
Sheri replied, "Well, it doesn't look like you've gotten very far on that last question."
As I sipped my coffee, "Oh, I think that I'm pretty much wearing what I should be wearing to accomplish my objectives for this morning. Do you think I should be putting on more clothes? Is this outfit too distracting for you to enjoy your morning hot and steamy coffee?"
"Not at all," Sheri answered. "You're dressed exactly right for enjoying a casual coffee get together. I think you are dressed exactly how you should be dressed to accomplish your objective for the day."
With that comment, I moved toward Sheri and kissed her deeply. I pulled her body tightly to mine and felt her hands wrap around me as we kissed. As our tongues filled each other's mouth, our lust grew and grew. Our kisses continued as our hands began to roam each other's body, massaging and squeezing each other.
Sheri moaned, "your kisses are hotter than your coffee."
I moaned in reply, "I'll bet you've got better cream and more steam than the coffee also." As Sheri moaned in agreement, my hand slipped into her warm-up pants, cupping her pussy, feeling her heat and wetness. I ran a finger up her dripping slit and put it to my mouth. As I tasted her arousal, I suggested that we move the coffee hour to my bedroom where we could get more comfortable and I could get a better taste of her cream. I grabbed Sheri's hand and pulled her behind me to the bedroom.
As we stood next to the bed, I finished unzipping her jacket and pushed it off her shoulders until it fell to the floor. She grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving me naked in her arms. As my hands slipped inside her pants cupping her ass, we kissed and our breasts pressed together, our erect nipples rubbing against each other. Moans filled the room as we continued to kiss hard and deep. Our tongues intertwined in passion. Sheri moaned to me, "you're going to make me cum from just kissing me like this." With that, I pushed her warm-up pants down, making her as naked as I was. As we kissed, my fingers penetrated her wet pussy, swirling inside her as he moans turned to orgasmic screams. I couldn't believe how quickly Sheri had cum. We were both filled with lustful energy when we entered the bedroom but I was shocked at how quickly her waves of pleasure overcame her. I kept playing with the inside of her pussy, rubbing her most sensitive spots as her body squirmed in delight until she pushed my hand away, moaning that she couldn't take any more.
She pushed me onto the bed and dove between my legs, pushing them apart widely so that she could pleasure me and give me the same waves of orgasm that she had just experienced. Her lips and tongue played with my pussy lips and clit. She frantically sucked and licked me, pushing her tongue into me to satisfy my desires and to show me how much she wanted to suck my juices from deep inside me. As she sucked and licked, my moans filled the room as my pleasure was building and building, as I could feel the explosion building deep in my body. I ached to be consumed by the growing orgasm filling my body.
It was then that I heard the sound which I had never wanted to hear, "Donna??? What??? Holy shit Donna, what are you doing?" Instead of feeling orgasmic delight, I instead felt panic as I looked to the bedroom door and there stood my husband John, staring at Sheri's naked body between my legs, her mouth deeply connected to my pussy. As John looked between my legs, he exclaimed, "Sheri, you're sucking my wife? Is that what the loan was all about? How long has this been happening?"
We both stumbled in trying to talk, not knowing what to say. I couldn't deny what was happening, he was looking at our naked bodies, clearly engaged in an intense sexual liaison. My mind raced trying to think of my alternatives and how he would react. He stood there, staring at us. Sheri knelt up, looking at John, looking back at me. She didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to do. John just stared at us, not saying a word. Thoughts filled my head, did I want to tell John that I would end this and he would be the only one for me. Did I want to tell John that this was my true desire, to be with women.
As we all looked at each other, no one knowing what to say next, I noticed what John's reaction to this scene really was. I realized that what I really wanted was what I had. To have both John and the women in my life. Would he also want that? Did the growing bulge in his pants mean that this was going to be OK, that it could be something he would be excited to know was happening? Somehow, at that time, I knew that was what I had to tell him. If he wanted it also, this was the time to invite him into the fun with Sheri. If he didn't want it, then he would tell me that and I would be left with only Sheri and Sara. I didn't have a bad alternative. I thought to myself, is that a rational thought, or is that the near orgasm filling my thoughts.
