Lee climbed into the shower with me.
"Remember, Liz is cummimg today." she said as she wrapped her arms around me, not just for a hug, but in a bathroom jujitsu maneuver to rotate me out of the warm spray and herself into it. I turned back around to face her, but she was already turning around to soak up the heat and knock off the chill that had stiffened her nipples. The brownstone was cold with the start of winter, and although we had the top floor, there just was no heating the place to the comfort level on what we could afford.
"I can't pick her up at the airport. I'll be out at Boulder in that damn meeting until 7:00." I reminded Lee as I ran my hands over her slick body. How lucky I'd been to have her in my life I reminded myself. Other people often called her "General Lee", as she had a penchant for directing people to do things. I call her the "Stealth Babe", because when I met her she was in baggy sweats, short, nearly Dyke short dark hair, about 5'7". Her glorious mane of dark hair was now shoulder length. What I couldn't see then, and was only revealed to me later were her glorious 36C breasts, with dark chocolate nipples the size of those rings you try to throw on the bottles at carnivals. Her breasts were slightly bloopy, very soft, as I ran my hands over them, teasing her nipples with my fingertips.
"That's OK, Jeff. I'll pick her up after work. We'll be here, waiting for our man..." Lee proposed as she slid her hand down to stroke my shaft, hand soft and bubbly with soap like ten guys had already cum in it. Simultaneously, Lee kissed me, her wanton mouth insistent and eager, her tongue playful and tantalizing, darting from contact to contact. I slid my hands down to cup her furry mound, and she handed me the soap so that she could grab my right ass cheek and give it a long, sustained squeeze, then pushing my butt and stroking my cock so that my body was moving like it was fucking already. Lee darted aside to let the spray rinse me off, then knelt to take me into her mouth. Her right hand, still soapy, flickered up and down between her legs, as her left hand moved to stroke my shaft. She was jerking me off as she sucked me, while making herself cum in the bargain!
"She's going to stay until after New Year's, right?" I asked, totally oblivious to the fact that Lee would have to stop sucking me off to answer, something I instantly regretted.
Looking up at me like I'd lost my marbles, Lee slowly pulled her mouth back down my shaft to reply, "Yes, she's staying with us until she goes off to No-Man's land for her Master's in Women's Studies." Lee giggled, the reapplied her lips, her very soft pillowy lips, to my shaft. It was obvious there would be a price for the interruption. Lee had completely changed rhythm. Now it was a slow, "Yes, you can talk to me all you want but I'm not going to let you cum anytime soon" type of blow job. Lee started twisting her hand on each stroke, like wringing out a dishrag, spiraling around the 7" of shaft that was the best I had to offer. I was as hard as I was ever going to get, but that was necessary if Lee planned for me to be inside her. I've never been able to fit more than two fingers into her channel at the same time, and while not long, the bone is wide. So full erection is mandatory to enter Lee's Tunnel of Love.
While I had time to think about it, I remembered that Liz's fingers had done everything there was to do with Lee's sweet slit. They'd been lovers and roommates for three years in college, at a school in Boston well known for producing bi and lez alumni. I thought of Liz's dark blue hair. That's what you remembered about Liz. Not her 38D cleavage carnival. Not her 5'9" frame, often in dominating 2" and 4" heels, always with dark, dark hose. Not her sassy walk, or sassy talk. Not even her penchant for black lipstick that made her look like some mummified Egyptian queen come back from the dead. No, it was the hair. Hair on her legs. Hair on her armpits. Hair that even crawled up above her belt line in a trail to her belly button. Liz said it was because her mother was Syrian. Lee said it was because her father was a Wookie, or maybe even a werewolf. I knew however big that beaver pelt was, my wife had feasted on it day in and day out. Because of all the things you can be certain about, you can be certain that Lee is getting some today, something I always regretted on road trips, but it gave me great stories when I got home.
As Lee started to involuntarily thrust her hips in response to her ringing her own doorbell, I slipped into a reverie of the days of the famous "LezLee" parties at her college. As two of the "out" women, they hosted galas that often turned into full fledged piles of naked women, at least to have Lee tell it. My cock got harder as I thought of Liz kissing Lee, fondling her breasts, going down on my wife, slipping into a deliciously hot lesbian 69...
"So it's decision time. Do you want to cum in my mouth, fuck my sweet pussy, or do you want to save up everything you've got to spill it in Liz?" Lee asked wickedly, as the question hit me, combined with my own thoughts, to splash her in the face with the first squirt, which she quickly covered with her ruby lips to take every last drop. Five strong contractions, as my wife grunted "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" around my shaft in her own climax. Then laughing, as she bounced out of the shower to get dressed for work, leaving me propped up and dizzy on the shower wall.
The rest of the day kept me too busy to think about what was ahead. With the cell-phone ringing and the PDA beeping, it was the constant swirl of business as a cyclone commanding my attention. It was only on the road back from Boulder to Denver that the speculation on what awaited me took hold. Would they be naked? Already carpet munching? Would I ever get to see them make love to each other? Could I join in? What about when Lee worked on the weekends, on call as a nurse? Would Liz make a pass at me? Would it just be a test, something designed to break up our marriage, or did she really like men? Lee told me they had three threesomes together, did they want another? This was the tornado of thoughts swirling through my mind as I pulled up to park at the brownstone, a place designed to make people from back east feel comfortable out west. We'd rented out the lower floor as an apartment to help pay the bills, but that didn't make up for the three feet of snow on the ground. My shaft, half hard from the mental turbulence, shrank like the snow would in a couple of days.
The first thing to hit me when I got to the top of the stairs was the aroma of hot chocolate. It was after 8 o'clock, and near bedtime for someone still on east coast time like Liz. Then I saw them on the couch, in the living room, feet propped up on the coffee table, worshiping two mugs of hot chocolate with both their hands wrapped around each of their mugs. Liz was dressed very formally, in a dark blue women's skirt suit, with the suit unbuttoned to show a peach blouse. She wore her trademark dark hose and black four inch heels. What was interesting was that she'd chosen to wear black lingerie, which shone right through the peach blouse, very lacy and transparent to see the (relative to Lee) small pink aureoles on her big tits. Lee was in a black pants' suit, with a white silk shirt, no bra, coffee colored nipples at full attention. The dark green overstuffed couch was comfortable, but clearly not enough to keep them warm. They stood to greet me, and Liz's heel caught on the rug, sending her crashing forward. I caught her, her big busom bouncing right into my chest, like some personal crash bumper. Lee quipped "See, I told you it's good to have a man around!"
Liz hugged me, thanked me for saving her dignity, and sat back down. Lee came to me, a wild hunger in her eyes, wrapping her soft body around me as she kissed me very deeply and insistently. We made out for several minutes, ending up with her dry humping my leg as she stroked my hardon through my pants. When she pulled away I caught a look of sheer jealousy from Liz that melted behind a mask of civility as Lee turned back towards her. 'Oh, so that's how it's going to be' I thought to myself.
"Kiss him. REALLY kiss him this time, or I'll never kiss you like that again." Lee laid her cards right on the table. Be jealous, lose me, lose everything we could share. Be loving, gain me back in your life, share my love and my lover. Liz got up slowly and walked over to me very slowly, like she was considering every step before making it. "As good, or better, he gets from you. Always." General Lee firmly instructed.
Liz whispered in my ear as she drew her body up next to my side "Such a drama queen. I've already promised her that I will love you and make love to you just like she does."
I replied "But that doesn't mean you aren't jealous of her loving me."
Taken aback by my observation, Liz took a moment to reply "I don't think I'll ever be anything less than jealous of whoever Lee loves. I wish it was me. I wish we were still together. I don't mean anything bad by it, you're a nice enough guy and everything, but if the price of being able to be with Lee is an enthusiastic gang bang with you and your old high school football jock buddies every day, then mister, you better start calling your buddies and getting out the lube, 'cause I'm going to do it, and she'll never even know whether it's fun for me or not 'cause I'll put on the best show this side of Vegas." Liz confided.
"Is that all I am to you, a slab of meat you've got to swallow to get to your girl?" I asked worriedly, concerned about Liz's true intentions.
"Relax.", Liz said huskily, "If you're half the guy she thinks you are it's going to be real fun for all of us." Liz shut down our whispered conversation, intensely observed by Lee, with a very soft, very tender kiss. She pulled me into her body, crushing her big boobs into my chest as she grabbed my ass with both hands. I slid my hand up under her skirt, caressing the silky black lace panties covering the globes of her resplendent ass. There was a sharp intake of breath, as Liz became very turned on, and more than a little surprised. I traced my fingers very lightly up and down the insides of her thick swimmers thighs, causing her to moan in my mouth. She adjusted herself quickly to riding my knee, rubbing her Mons on my leg, as I continued to tease the sensitive flesh between the tops of her hose and her panties. Her left hand shot down past my belt like a mongoose after a snake as she stroked my shaft. Liz was know panting as she kissed me, the kind of hot, frantic kisses you share with a lover at a clandestine rendezvous in a broom closet that can only last for a few moments before you have to scamper back to work or back to class. How many of Liz's trysts had been with girls?
"That's much more like it. Every day, Jeff gets it at least that good as thanks for working so hard to put a roof over our heads. Now come back over here and let me brush out your hair." Lee suggested, as she spread her legs. patting the couch in front of her with her hands.
Liz pulled away, whispering "I told you it would be fun. Sure you don't want to call up your jock buddies, or are you afraid Lee would have to join in?", Liz teased.
