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My husband Bru and I had been making love like newlyweds since my new assistant Kelli had moved in with us one month ago. The boost it gave to our already incredible sex life was amazing. My husband was constantly excited by this hot young girl prancing around our home in short skirts and high heels. I smiled to myself as I thought about how perfect this was! My plan was working and we were all likely to reap the benefits!
In fact, I had run an ad in the "personals section" of our local newspaper five weeks ago. Unbeknownst to my hubby, my goal was to find a young, innocent girl who wanted to learn the ways of lovemaking from "a hot married couple". When Kelli answered my ad, I thought I had died and gone to heaven! She was exactly what I had been looking for ~ young, hot, innocent and totally sweet.
Last night, as we were making love, Bru had admitted to me that he and Kelli had fooled around out beside our pool as he was rubbing suntan oil all over her body. The visualization of this got me excited because the thought of their beautiful bodies entwined has been on my mind since the minute I saw cute young Kelli.
The relationship between the three of us deepened as the weeks flew by and got even hotter after his "confession". Immediately after Bru told me that they had already progressed to the act of physical intimacy, I confessed that my plan was for them to eventually have sex on a regular basis. Although my husband was a bit shocked by my admission, he had known throughout our marriage that I wanted to watch him have sex with another woman. He wasn't angry or upset with me and I felt extreme relief now that the cat was out of the proverbial bag.
I realized that not telling Bru could have been a huge tactical error on my part. For the past several weeks, as I prepared Kelli mentally for the experience, I had occasional pangs of guilt over not being totally honest with him. I forgave myself as I realized there was no "right" way to go about setting up your husband with another girl; it just isn't textbook stuff nor do most relationship experts promote adding a third partner as a means to a healthier marriage. Knowing my husband, this was something that we could all enjoy without fear of the traditional consequences. He is an honest, faithful and kind man.
I figured it was time for a serious talk between the three of us to determine where this triad was headed.
We all had fun together and Kelli had become one of the family, in a sense. I clearly was Bru's wife and there was never a time that I doubted his love. If I had, I would have put a stop to all of this before it began! I knew I was on to something immediately after Kelli moved in; however, this morning I realized that the reality of this situation was even more erotic than I anticipated. For example, this morning he gave me a passionate kiss before he left for work and he also hugged and kissed Kelli in a slightly less passionate embrace. She was glowing from finally having his attention. For my part, I had to go change my panties as I was dripping wet just from the sight of them touching. Each time he brushed against her body as we moved about the kitchen preparing for our workday, I felt shivers throughout my own body. I vividly imagined watching him explore this beauty with his hands, his tongue, and his lips!
Before he was out the door, I said, "Honey, what time will you be home tonight?" He answered, "Whatever time you tell me to be home, love!" He was grinning from ear to ear because he knew that I had planned a special night for the three of us.
I invited both of them to a special dinner to clarify everyone's expectations. I wanted all of us to be clear on the rules. I am a therapist by trade, but I love to cook for my family and friends, so I guess it was natural that I would do things this way. Bru always says that I show my love by cooking for people. Hey, I'm Italian....that's what we do!
I told Kelli that we were taking the afternoon off to go shopping, both for dinner and for special outfits to entice Bru with tonight. Surprisingly, Kelli had become a very competent assistant as I worked on my latest book. But, today, since this was a special occasion, I felt we could take a break from work. I had no client's scheduled for the day, so it was me and Kelli with my credit cards and no limit!
After our shopping expedition, Kelli helped me by setting the dining room table as I prepared a delicious stuffed mushroom appetizer and shrimp scampi for dinner. As I tossed the huge Cesar salad I was crafting, our dessert was cooling in the fridge. I made Bru's favorite Godiva Chocolate Cheesecake for a sensual treat. Now, if you are preparing for a night of lovemaking, this isn't the menu to choose as it's a bit heavy. But, my intention was for this night to be a celebration of what was to come in our future. I wanted Kelli to know that she was welcome in our home and invited to share in our sex life; however, it was imperative that I stake my claim as Bru's wife and the woman of the house. Our roles needed to be clearly defined.
After our preparations were complete, I decided that now was the time to pamper myself a bit. I admit to being a tad nervous about the evening. As I sat in my huge whirlpool tub in the master suite, I allowed myself to relax a little. I knew this was an important step in our relationship with Kelli, but, even in the worst case scenario, I knew we had made a good friend.
Meanwhile, down the hall, Kelli was preparing herself for the evening with the new potions I had purchased for her at my favorite department store. She deserved to be treated like a princess...after all, we were Bru's girls and he made plenty of money to care for both of us. I made a decent living, too, so money was not an issue in our household. I treated each of us to a mani/pedi, a Brazilian waxing and a hair trim with full blow out at the mall. We both wanted to look our best and part of my job was to teach Kelli to be well manicured in all areas all of the time!
As I put on some makeup, my thoughts drifted all over the place. Deep down, I was confident that this would be good for the three of us. This evening was going to make or break the fantasy that we had all been holding on to for the past month. Would we all be able to come to terms with our feelings? I had no idea, but I really wanted to try. It was something I had been planning for a very long time and I felt that the best way to handle this was with total honesty. Regardless of what actually took place, we would have a better understanding of one another and that was important in all relationships.