I pulled my softened cock out of my wife and collapsed on the mattress, exhausted.
"You know, I meant what I said" she whispered. Embarrassed.
"Meant what you said about what?" I asked, racking my brain. That she was mad about the new filing system at work? That she wanted me to clean out the garage? Ah, the garage. That had to be it. "I told you before, I'll do it this weekend." I said. I had been promising since July and it was now September.
She chuckled lightly. "Not about that"
"Ok?" I said, confused.
"You know..." she elbowed me and laughed.
I propped myself up, still feeling the after effects of orgasm and looked at her quizzically. She laughed harder. "Seriously, I have no idea what you're talking about." I told her and poked her back.
"Yes you do." she whined then hesitated a few beats. "About having a threesome." She said it quickly then pulled the sheet up over her head still smiling.
I felt my cock stir at the thought even though I had just had an orgasm not five minutes prior. I thought she had just been talking dirty to get me off. She did that sometimes as a way to cheer me on, especially if she had already cum and I was taking a while to finish. She talked a lot about threesomes, wife swaps and even wild party group sex with whole rooms of people fucking in the heat of the moment. I didn't think she was serious or that it was ever something she would consider doing in real life.
"You want to do what?" I asked in shock and surprise.
"You heard me." she continued, then pulled back the sheet revealing bouncy light brown curls. "I made out with a girl once in college, and I sort of want to try it again." she told me.
"I didn't know you fucked a woman." I said, not sure how to take it..
She hesitated as if to consider whether she should lie about it or not. "We didn't really fuck, per se." she said after an interval. "It was after a party. We were both sloshed out of our minds. All we did was make out."
"Why didn't you tell me before?" I asked.
"I don't know." she said, turning her back. I sensed she was embarrassed, agitated and sorry she told me. "I guess I didn't see it as a big deal since it was just some touching and kissing. All we did was play with each other's breasts and masterbated. We were young adults experimenting. Forget I said anything." she said and sighed.
I was definitely interested, but to say I was surprised was an understatement. Charlotte was a good girl type. According to her, she only ever had sex with two men before she met me. A guy she dated fairly seriously named Rob, and the other was a one night stand. I would never have guessed she'd kissed, let alone fondled another woman. I always thought she was conservative when it came to everything. Politics, money, decorating. Hell, nuns in convents dressed more risque than my wife who tended to complete her shapeless ensembles with thick glasses, tightly bound brown hair, and sensible shoes instead of heels.
"Was it Jenny?" I asked, putting two and two together. Jenny had been her college roommate and maid of honor at our wedding five years ago and (according to Charlotte anyway) much more promiscuous than she was.
She hesitated for a moment as if to consider whether she should lie or not, then said "Yeah." Then after an interval. "Like I said, all we did was kiss and make out, so I guess I thought it didn't really count." she breathed. When I didn't say anything she went on. "I keep thinking about it though. I thought it was just a passing thing. That it would go away, but it hasn't. Watching lesbian porn just seems to make me want it more."
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, not sure how I felt about her keeping something like that from me.
"I didn't think it was important." she replied. "We were just playing around. Like 'Poor us. We don't have men, so let's make out with each other" Jenny claims she doesn't even remember it, but I doubt that's true. I'm only telling you now because I don't want to cheat. I thought maybe if we did it together, you would be ok with it."
"I guess it could be fun" I told her softly and slowly, the thought of kinky sex outweighing my shock at this point. My cock was now standing at attention, so I turned and rubbed it against her silky white nightgown to let her know how turned on I really was..
"So does this mean you'll do it?" she asked, turning towards me.
"If that's what you want." I answered. She kissed me, then pivoted so she was on top of me, my dickhead aligned with her hole. A fraction of a second later she happily impaled herself on my cock.
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For the next two weeks, sex was fantastic. It was a nearly constant fuck fest from the time I got home to the time we went to bed.
To be honest, I never thought we would have a threesome. I reasoned Charlotte had been fantasizing out loud when she talked about wanting to do it. That the great sex we'd been having was fueled by her being honest with me about something she had held back for so long.
Besides, chandelier swinging fantasy type threesomes didn't happen in real life. Those kinds of things only exist in the imagination. The kind where everyone is ok with everyone else, nobody's feelings are hurt and the main players live happily ever after in a "thrupple." If anything ever happened at all, Charlotte would probably kiss another girl on vacation while I watched, then she'd feel guilty about it.
Whatever the end result, our sex life was heating up, and I genuinely loved my wife, so I wasn't going to complain. Things couldn't have been better. Charlotte was meeting me at the door in cute baby doll dresses or nightgowns almost every night since her admission. She would tease me through dinner, sometimes tracing my cock through my jeans while we ate, and then we would head off to the bedroom like 18 year olds to get naked. Whatever the reason for her enthusiasm, I was happy about it, and decided not to push her on the threesome thing. Shit, I didn't even mention it to her again.
At the start of the third week I was imagining what sort of outfit Charlotte had chosen for that night's marathon romp when I plunged the key in the lock of our two story colonial and swung open the door to see my wife and her long time friend Jenny, the very person she had admitted to making out with in college, talking and giggling on the couch.
My thoughts went straight to my cock. Was this the start of our threesome? Had Charlotte talked to Jenny about fucking both of us?
I took a deep breath then my rational mind took over. Probably not. I couldn't imagine my wife calling up her friend for sex and having her answer "Yeah, sure. Be right over'' like in some cheap porn movie. Real life wasn't like that. I didn't think Charlotte would do such a thing, no matter what their history together. Jenny had probably just been on her way back to her parents house in Macon and stopped by to break up the trip. She had certainly done it before on numerous occasions, and there had been no sex involved.
"Oh, hi honey!" Charlotte got up from the couch and gave me a peck on the cheek. She was flushed and beaming. Had they been making out? No. I answered my own question. My wife never wore makeup, and was flushed, but Jenny looked too well put together for that to have happened. She had her hair done. Perfectly straightened and curled with lipstick in place.
"Jenny stopped by on her way to visit her parents. Wasn't that nice?"
"Ah, yeah." I said trying to sound like everything was totally normal and I hadn't been thinking about the two of them in a sensual embrace the past two weeks straight. "Great to see you again." I sat on the leather loveseat opposite the two women and tried to act casual. "You just passing through?" I asked, sure my voice was shaking. "Your parents are in Macon, right?"
She nodded.
"Yeah, I parked on the street so I didn't take your spot in the driveway."
I mumbled something that sounded inane and looked at Jenny for the first time. Really looked at her. Unlike my wife, who was dressed in her typical oversized sweater, leggings, flats, and a messy bun; Jenny dressed in a classic, sexy way. She had bright blonde hair, alert green eyes, and wore a form fitting sweater and skirt with strappy sandals.
"It looks like I'll be spending the night." she said, and I felt my cock lurch. "I came all the way from Miami so I'm exhausted. I'll drive the rest of the way tomorrow.
"Miami?" I asked "Last I heard you were in Tampa." I said.
"I was at a conference for work." she responded, "then I got a call from my mom saying she needed help with my sister's bridal shower, so instead of making the trip all in one day, I called Charlotte. She was sweet enough to offer to let me say. I mean if that's ok with you." she added hastily.
"Mi casa es tu casa." I said diplomatically, and realized this would not be the big night for kinky group sex. If we ever did do anything at all, it would be with someone anonymous on the internet. College was one thing. We were supposed to be responsible adults now. Jenny had been passing by, the same way she had six months ago when nothing happened,