For as long as I can remember I've had the fantasy of having two women at the same time. Of course I guess every guy has that particular fantasy. Don't get me wrong, I'm a happily married man and have been for twelve years. Even as a teenager when I probably had the opportunity to experience this particular fantasy I had never actively pursued it. Like most teenage males the sexual opportunities which had been presented to me often went unnoticed until well into adulthood. Recently though I took advantage of an opportunity which normally would have passed me by.
It was a Friday night and my wife had invited one of her friends over for dinner. Gail, my wife, loves company and has several good friends who often come to dinner or to watch a movie or just for an evening of conversation. This particular friend, Yvonne, had gone to college with my wife and I and they had always stayed pretty close. In college Yvonne was pretty much stuck in the 60's keeping her hair very long, almost to her calves, and going around campus barefoot and in long flowered dresses. Since graduation she maintained a much more conservative appearance, but still clung to those 60's attitudes. She had gone into software engineering so we always had something to talk about; I was a software engineer as well.
Anyway, that particular Friday night Gail, Yvonne and I sat around the kitchen table after a nice dinner of fajitas and salad and heavily sampled a new recipe for margaritas I had found on the net. We were well into our second large pitcher and some enjoyable conversation when Gail suggested that I should make a third. I did just that while she and Yvonne moved their conversation into the living room.
Gail and I had always had a great sex life together and as for getting what I wanted she always came through. We had never even discussed adding another person to our love making, but looking back there were probably many hints where that conversation could easily have been held. One thing that comes to mind is that she always got extremely turned on by reading the stories in Penthouse Forum. I never missed picking up the new copy anytime one came out. What still amazes me to this day is that I can hand her a copy of the magazine while we're lying in bed -- she obviously knows that I want her to read the stories and get herself super horny -- and she doesn't get upset, she just smiles and starts reading. What other woman would do that?
But, back to Friday. I mixed up a third pitcher of margaritas, and with it and the one I was nursing headed to the living room to refill the girls glasses. They were sitting together on the couch talking, laughing, and generally having a good time so I poured them each another drink and plopped down next to Yvonne. I'm not exactly sure why, maybe the Tequila or maybe just the mood of the evening, but I was feeling very horny that night and something just told me it was time to maybe switch the conversation to sex. I really wasn't thinking of Yvonne or of realizing a fantasy, actually, I was thinking of sending her home so I could go ravage my wife. I sat listening and waited for an opportunity. Since the girls conversation had already turned to a giggling version Yvonne's lack of a love life it didn't take long.
"You don't know what it's like being single." She said. "You have John so you never have to do without for months at a time."
"Months?" Gail replied. "If we go for two nights in a row without sex I wonder if he has a girlfriend on the side."
"Now you're just bragging." Yvonne said. The smile never left her face, but the good natured sigh that followed though seemed to convey that there was a bit of jealousy there as well.
