One woman's range of sexual experiences reaches a whole new level when she and her husband are invited to a party at her girlfriend's apartment. In this installment, the couple re-hashes the story of that wild night from their own perspectives, before finally coming to a resolution.
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Liana's crazy party
We were in the kitchen, both clinging to our coffee cups with the desperation that is a really bad hangover. As if I didn't feel rough enough already, we started to argue again. So began another bitter circle of hostile recrimination.
"You wanted to fuck him, didn't you Sharon? I could see it in your eyes."
"So, you're a mind-reader, are you? Admit it, you wanted her, didn't you?"
"And he was all ready to do you if I had agreed. I could see him leering."
"Nothing happened with him, so why go on and on about it?"
"That's the last time we'll be around those other people. They're just trash!"
"I'll choose my own friends. Besides, why are you so down on them anyway?"
The trouble went back to this complicated friendship that my wife had developed with a swimwear model. She met Liana at the photo studio where she put in a day each week assisting the photographer in exchange for two photo sittings monthly. Erotic photos. Scorching black-and-white erotic photos! Believe me, I've seen two sets of them already.
Sharon surprised me with the first batch for my birthday. She said that she enjoyed being photographed nude and looked forward to each sitting. I also learned that she enjoyed being nude in Liana's apartment. Sometimes she would tell me stories about the wicked sex there while we were in bed, and it always led to fireworks. It set me thinking about expanding our sex life.
The problem was with her boyfriend Jay, another swimwear model. Recently my wife told me that when he came to the studio for a sitting, she had spied on him as he jerked off in the dressing area shower after the shoot. Apparently, he caught her watching and told her she could have his cock any time she wanted it. Now she was reluctant to visit Liana in case Jay showed up, looking for a good fuck.
Sharon picks up the story:
No, I didn't want to risk Jay showing up while I was visiting my new girlfriend, so when she phoned to invite me to her place, I declined. She didn't like it at all.
"Sorry Liana, I'm not coming over- much as I'd like to. Why don't we meet at that little shop by the park to talk over coffee instead?"
"So, I scared you off playing that rough little game with the big rubber cock, right?" Liana was always direct and coarse. "I thought that you enjoyed being with 'Jay'? You certainly came hard enough with it inside you! Don't tell me you didn't like that."
"I did and I didn't. Sure, I could go with him, but at what cost? Mark is fine with you and me being together, but he made it clear- no other guys. Period!"
"And you're just going to let him tell you what to do, are you? Really! Doesn't it matter to him what you want? You just want to have some fun. So, what's the problem with that?"
"Liana, you aren't married. I am and this would not turn out well for me. So, I don't want to come to your apartment anymore unless you can promise me that Jay won't be there. Simple as that." I was very firm about it.
"I'll be honest, Cher, he just drops by whenever he wants. Especially if he's been drinking or smoking and wants to fuck. Friend-with-benefits, but sometimes he is just a big pain in the ass!"
Reluctantly, Liana agreed to my invitation for coffee, but quickly found that it just wasn't the same as talking in bed after sex. I wasn't her first girlfriend. But she told me that I made her toes curl because I was brand new to bi, eager to be taught new things and very appreciative of a woman's intimate touch. She was certainly right about that!
She said that the two of us together was the best girl-girl sex she'd ever experienced. Liana wanted more of it and so did I, but I was unwilling to go to her apartment. There had to be a way we could have sex together short of the back seat of my car or going to a motel. I mean, do women ever do that?
Even meeting with Liana for coffee caused a big problem. Afterward, we went into the park to talk more privately. Liana was trying to persuade me to visit her place again, but I continued to resist. Our frustrations poured out until I realized I had missed the school bus dropping off the children. I always met them or arranged for someone to walk them home.
Later, the kids told their father that Mummy didn't come to the bus for them. Mark was angry.
"What happened that you missed their bus, Sharon? They were worried, but fortunately Mary was there and brought them home."
I made the mistake of telling him that I was with Liana.
"Look, Sharon, you can't let your new obsession take over your life. Why don't you pull back from this woman? She seems to be taking up too much of your time."
"I'm sorry. Yes, I need to get my head straight. Maybe it would be a good idea if I don't see her as often? I'll tell her." I was resolved about this and afterwards called to relay the bad news. However, she was not about to give up easily and tried a new angle.
A few days later, I got a call from Liana, another invitation to come to her apartment. But this time she said to bring Mark to a party she was planning. It would be a Caribbean night with Jay and another couple or two joining. Clothing, music, food and drink would reflect the islands. I figured that if Mark was there, Jay wouldn't be bothering me.
"That would be great, and I know Mark would like to meet you. Yes Liana, we'll dress like island vacationers. That should be fun. And we'll bring a big bottle of rum too. Eight o'clock Saturday. Good. Thanks."
That was how this all started and the following morning, we were slouched at the kitchen table, nursing terrible hangovers and arguing. We must have looked awful because we both felt that way.
"I'll tell you why they're trash, Sharon. A cock-sucking contest, that's why! People like that bring us down!"
"Come on, Mark. We were all high and it was fun. Anyway, it was just a little game. So what if you didn't win 'biggest cock.'"
"What the hell is happening to you since you started at the studio? You seem to have sex on your mind most of the time."
"You're complaining about that? We only go around once and I don't intend to do it as a prude. That was a great party. Admit it."
