Stephanie and I had been married three years after having dated each other exclusively for three years. Neither of us had a lot of sexual experience before that, just a few serious relationships and a few lovers each. But we didn't lack for passion and neither of us were interested in exploring other sexual partners. Stephanie was all I wanted, as was I for her. She's medium height and slim athletic build with short black hair, liquid brown eyes, thin but sensuous lips, and a quick cute smile. But that quick description doesn't do her justice; she is sexy!
It never crossed our minds that inviting Wendy to be our roommate might shake up our lives. We were all in grad school. We had an extra bedroom in the house we rented, and our friend Wendy needed a place to stay. Wendy helping with the rent meant we had money for the occasional little luxury, and we all got along together very well. Privacy was a bit awkward now and then, but nothing three adults couldn't handle easily. Wendy was about the last person in the world you'd think might spark a sexual incident. Not that she was bad looking. To the contrary, she was attractive and vivacious - completely different from Stephanie but still a beauty. She was about the same height as my wife, a bit curvier build, with moderately wide hips and nice full breasts. She had long straight blonde hair, pale grey eyes, and full lips.
No, the reason I say Wendy wouldn't spark a sexual incident was that she was basically asexual. That is, during graduate school she had resolved to have nothing to do with men who had done nothing but complicate her life in her undergraduate studies. Also she was terrified of AIDS and felt that the surest way to avoid the disease was to avoid sex. Wendy discussed this frankly with Stephanie and didn't mind if she talked to me, but would have been way too embarrassed to talk about sex with me present. Stephanie and I had no doubt that Wendy would eventually start dating again, find a nice man and get married. She did like men - don't get me wrong - but felt she could easily live without them for the time being. Wendy's cloistered lifestyle seemed a little odd to us, given how much we enjoyed sex, but we understood her reasoning.
Though she was celibate Wendy didn't cramp our style. She didn't mind that occasionally she could hear our lovemaking from the next room; we can both get a bit loud sometimes. And we sometimes heard Wendy. Since Wendy and my wife share all their secrets, my wife was able to explain the reason Wendy got so loud sometimes was her trusty little vibrator.
"John, she's sworn off men, not sex," said Stephanie. "Her vibrator takes care of her needs and doesn't put any demands on her beyond batteries." I laughed.
Stephanie seemed very interested in, or envious of, Wendy's vibrator since she had never used any toy like that before. I was thinking of getting her one for her birthday. But I'd probably need advice from Wendy to choose the right one, and so far I had been too embarrassed to broach the subject with her.
As I said, privacy was awkward at times, and one time Wendy walked into the bathroom just as I was stepping out of the shower with a towel over my face, drying my hair. When I saw Wendy we were both too surprised or shocked to say anything. She was just staring at my nudity, especially at my groin. I had been idly masturbating in the shower. Not to climax, since I wanted to save that for Stephanie that night, but just playing with myself a little. So when I exited the shower my cock was semi-erect and Wendy got a good look at it. She didn't seem at all inclined to stop looking either. I'm nowhere near qualified to be a porn star, but my 7 inch cock is longer than average and pretty thick. Stephanie tells me it's shaped very nicely and is just right to fill her up. Finally Wendy and I both mumbled "excuse me," I wrapped myself in the towel and Wendy went back to her bedroom. Nothing more was said about it by either of us for weeks.
One night I went to bed early by myself. Stephanie was studying for an exam and would be up late. I slept a while and just partly awakened as she slipped into bed beside me. I was lying on my side and she slid in on her side next to me, snuggling up with her back against my chest and her head tucked under my chin against my neck. We both slept naked and her skin felt warm and enticing against mine. This is how we had begun sex many times when we hadn't been planning to have sex, and my body began to respond to her hot skin.
My penis stiffened and lay against her buttocks and pressed against the small of her back. Still I didn't know if Stephanie wanted to make love, or if she just wanted the intimacy of cuddling. So, with either one starting the same I just pressed up against her and put my free arm around to embrace her while nibbling softly on her ear lobe. My wife pressed back against me and my penis slid against her skin. Well, she certainly knew that I was aroused and probably she was aroused as well. As I embraced her I slid my hand across to her breasts to cup and fondle them, lightly tweaking her nipples, and...
...and I found breasts that filled my hands and more, that were larger than my wife's breasts. The nipples too were bigger than my wife's.
"Wendy?" I gasped.
