Lost Cree Wives' Club

Prologue:

I'm back. Glad to be back too, and I hope you were all good while I was away.

The following is a continuation of the Lost Creek Wives' Club (LCWC) series, and as always, I recommend reading the prior one first. Especially in the case, since it's been so long between the two. As for this installment, I'm going to publish/post it in two parts versus one whereas I'm personally not a fan of long stories. Mainly because I'm not nearly as good a story teller as others are here on literotica, and as a result, most people wouldn't make it to the end. And I promise to publish the second part in a week or two so you won't have long to wait for the conclusion.

As for this part, there isn't much actual sex, so please bear with it until the second part. Thank you.

Comments are always welcomed, and encouraged, as long as they are constructive.

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Part One:

I arrived at the Electric Percolator early on Thursday with the intention to talk with Sandra for a bit before Nancy arrived. Just her and I for a change if possible so I could get to know her better.

Sandra has always intrigued me as she was the only full-fledged lesbian I knew. Unlike me with being bisexual, and it coming about late in life, I was curious about how she dealt with it in a small Midwestern town. As pretty as she is, I assumed she didn't have any trouble finding other like minded women, but I couldn't imagine there were many in our rural part of the state. Being seventy-five miles from any large metropolitan area with its more diverse population.

I was also curious if she had a "partner", or relied on random "hook-ups" to satisfy her sexual needs, of which I assumed the latter wouldn't be easy since I wasn't aware of any lesbian bars or similar venues in our relatively small community.

But unfortunately it wasn't to be since she called in sick and it would have to wait until another day.

As I waited for Nancy, who wouldn't arrive for another half hour, I received a text message on my phone. It was from Donna, who I was beginning to wonder about after our get-together on Tuesday. More importantly, her thoughts about what occurred after she had time to think about it.

Donna: Are you there Lacey?

Me: Yes, and I was beginning to wonder about you.

Donna: Well you did ask me to think about things, and not to contact you until I did. Can you talk instead of texting?

Me: As much as I'm not a fan of texting, it's best we do since I'm in a public place. And I'm pleased you took a day or two to think things over like I suggested. The question is, how do you feel now that you have?

Donna: I haven't thought about anything but.

Me: I can well imagine. Sorry about that.

Donna: No reason to be. It was incredible, and to think it was with another woman. The only regret is I wasn't able to reciprocate.

To make a long story short, after we had a lengthy discussion about her long simmering curiosity and desire to have sex with another woman, I went down on her. To be more specific, I ate her pussy like only another woman can, and it was incredible for both of us. One of the nicer pussies I've had the pleasure to go down on, and her orgasm was like a long dormant volcano erupting.

Ever since I've satisfied my own curiosity about sex with another woman, I've performed cunnilingus on more than my fair share in a relatively short time. As well as being orally serviced by every woman I've had the pleasure to go down on. That's all except for Donna, and mainly because of a time constraint. Plus I also wanted her to be sure having another woman's face between her legs wasn't something she'd regret.

Me: I can fully appreciate another woman orally pleasuring your pussy, but I was concerned you might have second thoughts afterwards. It wouldn't be unusual, and if you did, and I didn't want to make it worse by you going down on me.

Donna: It did make it worse.

I couldn't help but think of the first time another woman went down on me. And although it was under the same kind of situation where I couldn't reciprocate, it still proved to be an amazing introduction to what sex was like with another woman. And like Donna was probably feeling, I couldn't wait to take the next step in my introduction to Sapphic sex.

Donna: Are you still there Lacey?

Me: Yes, I was just thinking about something.

Donna: So when can we get together again, this afternoon maybe?

Me: I wish we could, but I'm here at the Electric Percolator waiting on someone who should be here any minute.

Donna: Unfortunately I have plans for tomorrow and the weekend wouldn't be good, so maybe one day early next week?

Me: Should be possible, but let's talk on Monday and we'll go from there. Okay?

Before she could reply.

Me: I just noticed my friend exit her car in the parking lot so I need to go.

After a short pause.

Donna: Okay. (Followed by a frowny face emoji) I look so forward to seeing you again. Have a nice weekend.

Me: You too, and I look forward to seeing you again too.

Just as I turned my phone off and stuffed it into my bag, Nancy walked into the Electric Percolator. She looked stunning in casual white culottes that came down to mid-calf and a loose fitting long sleeved red satin blouse, along with a pair of pretty sandals with two inch heels.

Nancy is about my height at around five foot five, but a bit heavier. Not excessively so, and the bit of extra weight is proportionally distributed except for her breasts. Not big breasts as in bust size, but cup size, which wasn't noticeable as when I've been with her in the past due to the loose fitting blouse. And while I couldn't get a good look at her always adorable bum, from the way the culottes fit snugly around her hips, it had to look fetching in it.

Nancy keeps her hair cut short like me, almost in a pixie, and also like me, is a natural blonde. But unlike my light brown eyes, hers are the more typical blue for a blonde. Blue as a clear sky on a cold winter's day.

One other thing I always found captivating about Nancy was her "gravelly" voice. It's as though she's recovering from a bout of laryngitis. Similar to Jessica Tarlov, and while some people find it "grating" from how it can "grate" on their nerves after a while, I always found it very seductive and could only imagine how sexy it would be engaging in some low level "pillow talk" with her.

Nancy couldn't have looked lovelier, and the bright red blouse was like waving a red flag at a bull. I couldn't help but notice more than one pair of eyes ogling her. Mainly patrons our own age, and many of those admiring her were other women.

In spite of how attractive she is, she's never come across as pretentious about it. Actually the opposite. I honestly believe she doesn't realize how attractive she is. A typical Midwesterner with looks and a figure other women would die for, and she's oblivious to it.

After she saw me waving, she made her way to the booth I was at. I stood to greet her, which entailed us hugging along with a quick peck of a kiss on the cheek. She smelled wonderful with the alluring scent of Trésor. My favorite perfume, but I only wear it when I want to convey a "certain" message, and wondered if it was the same with Nancy.

As soon as we sat down, Brenda, one of the baristas came over to take our order.

After she chatted with us for a bit and left... "You look absolutely spectacular Nancy, especially in the beautiful red satin blouse. And based on the looks you got, and the few gasps I heard, I'm not the only one who thinks so."

I could only imagine how they would have reacted if they saw as much cleavage as I was sitting directly across from her as she leaned forward on her forearms. It couldn't have looked more inviting if she tried the way the bright red material framed the creamy skin of her breasts. Not that I wasn't sharing my fair share of cleavage, and hoped she found it inviting as much as I did hers.

After she looked around and noticed a few people still looking in our direction... "I doubt it's me they're looking at as terrific as you look."

"Trust me, you caught everyone's attention when you first walked in and they haven't taken their eyes off you since. Not that I blame them as pretty as you are and how lovely you look."

After she blushed a little..."If I didn't know better, I'd think you were flirting with me. Not that I'd mind if you were."

I was just about to blurt out, "Maybe I am", when Brenda saved me by bringing our cappuccinos. Once she left our little tit for tat was forgotten and we caught up on things since we last saw each other at the annual company picnic earlier in the summer.

After we did, I decided to change the subject and get to the reason why we were there, at least why I was... "When I called you to get together you surprised me by saying you thought I must have been a mind reader since you were thinking the same thing. I can't imagine it being a coincidence and was wondering if there was something in particular you wanted to talk to me about?"

After a long pause... "You're very astute Lacey, and yes there is. And I'm hoping I'm not wrong about an assumption I made as I'll be embarrassed as hell if I am."

Before she could continue, Brenda was at our booth asking if we would like anything else. Since it looked like we would be there a while longer we ordered two more cappuccinos.

Soon as she left, and after Nancy looked around to make sure no one could overhear us... "A few days before you called, Walter informed me about a conversation he and Jim had when they were having a few beers together one night after work. Seems my dear husband, without discussing it with me first, decided to talk to Jim about our interest in having sex with another couple. The first thing that popped into my mind was Jim most likely would mention something to you about it. Assuming he did, I was concerned about your reaction, and more importantly, what you thought of me."

Before she had a chance to continue... "Yes, Jim did mention something, but I'm surprised Walter didn't tell you they talked until just recently."

"That was my reaction too. 'You mean to tell me you're just telling me about it now!' I could have killed him, I was so mad."

Once again she was interrupted by Brenda bringing us our cappuccinos, but continued as soon as she left... "I can't imagine what you thought of me after Jim told you, and how many times I picked up the phone to call you before I chickened out. The last time was just before you called me."

Seeing how distressed she was... "Before you go any further Nancy, I don't think any less of you. It's not unusual for married couples to contemplate or fantasize about having sex with another couple, or couples. Maybe more so with married couples our age as their sex life becomes less exciting and in need of some reinvigorating. Learning you and Walter were thinking about it wasn't surprising for that simple reason."

"Then you don't think there's something wrong with us, or me?"

"Of course not, which brings me to the reason why I called. But before I do, let me ask if you and Walter have had sex with another couple since he and Jim talked?"

"No we haven't."

"Are you still considering it?"

"We were until Walter told me he talked to Jim about it. After he did, I began to have second thoughts."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know, other than from how stressed-out I got knowing someone as much as I like and respect as you might know we were thinking about it, I couldn't imagine how I'd feel if someone found out we actually did."

Then after she paused for a second... "Plus the fact we're at our wits end trying to figure out how to go about finding another couple. Hence the reason Walter talked to Jim. Since Jim's been helpful with some other personal matters in the past, he felt comfortable talking to him and was hoping by chance Jim could give him some advice."

"I can imagine Jim was much help at the time."

"What do you mean by 'at the time'?"

Since I inadvertently got ahead of myself... "While I mentioned it wasn't unusual for couples our age to contemplate having sex with another couple, Jim and I also have. To be more specific, we even went a step further."

"Meaning you've gone through the effort of trying to find another couple?"

"Actually, we went a step further than that."

"Don't tell me you and Jim had sex with another couple?" And I couldn't believe the expression on her face after she realized it couldn't have meant anything other than. "But how come Walter never said anything to me about it?"

"Yes we have, and as for why Walter hasn't said anything, it's because he doesn't know. It didn't happen until after he and Jim talked about it that one time, and Walter's never brought up the subject again. Since he hasn't, Jim assumed you two had a change of heart and felt it was probably best not to mention anything."

"Oh my God, Lacey. I'm flabbergasted. You need to tell me about it." After which she quickly added... "That's if you don't mind."

While Nancy and I have known each other for a number of years, we rarely socialized outside of company functions, of which there's usually a half dozen per year between the company picnic, Christmas party, a Spring dance, retirement parties, etc. Not because I wouldn't have liked to, but Nancy avoided it because of the unwritten rule you shouldn't fraternize with the wife of your spouses' boss for fear it would give the impression you were trying to gain favor for your spouse.

In spite of it, Nancy and I still have become close through the numerous functions, of which Nancy and I are usually joined at the hip. As a result, neither one of us has been reluctant about sharing anything with each other. Even at times about our personal sex life at home.

"As much as we've talked about things in the past, I'll be glad to since I know you'll keep it to yourself."

"Thank you, and I'll probably have a million questions, like how did you manage to find another couple you were willing to have sex with?"

"For us, that was the easy part. Without mentioning any names, they're good friends of ours and things kind of evolved on their own. And it was probably helpful that both of us, unbeknownst to each other, had been discussing the possibility of having a sex with another couple. Besides being good friends, we were also physically attracted to one another. Couldn't have asked for a better match, and as a result, it was everything we hoped and thought it would be."

"God, Lacey. I can't tell you how envious I am. Since it had to be something that occurred fairly recently, was it just a one time thing?"

"No, we've had two foursomes and are anticipating a third soon."

"I'm even more jealous. Do you mind sharing some of the details as I can only imagine what it's like to have sex with another couple. Were you nervous, and what was it like to see Jim have sex with another woman, and him seeing you with someone else?"

"Naturally we were nervous. Mainly because it was the first time for all of us. And mostly because we were worried we wouldn't meet each other's expectations, and in the case of the men, perform very well. I can't imagine anyone wouldn't be nervous the first time. Let alone what someone's thoughts would be after seeing you naked for the first time. But fortunately we all met each other's expectations and then some, as well as the men performing admirably thanks to the little blue pill. When it was all said and done, you couldn't have asked for four more satisfied people after their first foursome."

After I paused to take a sip of my cappuccino... "As for seeing Jim have sex with someone else, I couldn't have been happier for him. Especially since I knew he fantasized about it often with her. Not that I could blame him. And there was no resentment on his part as far as me having sex with someone else. He was actually thrilled the way I performed, if you want to call it that. If I was competing in the Olympics, he would have given me a perfect score."

After she laughed... "Don't ask me why, but I'm not surprised. But did it feel strange being watched while having sex, assuming you all did so in the same room?"

"Yes we did, and it didn't bother any of us. Made it more exciting actually, although I can imagine it wouldn't be unusual to be self conscious about it the first time. Maybe more so if it's with a couple you didn't know well. But being the best of friends, we were all comfortable with having sex in front of each other. As for me, I found I was more turned on by it. Made it way more enjoyable knowing I was being watched. I guess you could say I discovered how much of an exhibitionist I am."

"I guess you would, not that there's anything wrong with it. It sure would help when having sex in front of other people. Now if you don't mind me asking, what did the sex entail? Intercourse had to be a given, but anything else?"

"The first time was pretty much basic stuff. It goes without saying intercourse, but also oral play as well as some anal intercourse, which I hope you don't find abhorrent?"

She didn't answer me verbally, but with a coy smile instead, which made it impossible to construe if she did or didn't. Even if she didn't, for some reason, many women are embarrassed, or ashamed, to admit they have anal intercourse. Even worse, to admit they enjoy it.

But she did respond to when I stated the first time was the basic stuff... "You make it sound like you might have gone beyond just the basics the second time."

"We did with my counterpart being DPed at her request. Her and I decided after the first time we'd spice things up by doing something different every time we got together to keep things interesting, and to prevent it from ever becoming routine, or even boring."

I was thinking about mentioning the girl on girl sex between Maureen and I, but thought better of it. I wasn't sure if I should. At least not yet.

"DP! Oh wow, now there's a long time fantasy of mine. But I can't imagine who hasn't had it. If I may be so blunt, I'm getting wet from just listening to you."

"I am too from rethinking things. Maybe I should stop. Especially since I'm sure you've come to the conclusion it's something we enjoyed immensely, and are looking forward to more get-togethers."

"Maybe we should, but there's just one more thing I'm curious about. You don't have to answer me if you don't want to, but I have to ask. With all the research we've done about foursomes and such things, it seemed to be something that's common, but you didn't mention it."

"And what would that be?"

"Was there sex of any kind between you and the other woman? From what I learned, I got the distinct impression that many of the women who participate in wife-swapping, swinging, etc., engage in it. It seems to be rare for men, but the opposite for women, so I was curious if it was the case with you."

Now there was a question I wasn't expecting, and I was in a quandary of how to respond until I thought to ask..."Before I answer, can I ask what your feelings are about two women having sex?" Even though I was pretty sure I already knew.

Ever since I took the plunge into the world of Sapphic sex, I developed a sixth sense for when another woman was so inclined, or interested in it. Some call it "gaydar" and mine gave me the feeling Nancy was. At least as far as the latter.

After she thought about it..."Since we've always been honest with each other, it's another fantasy of mine. At a minimum, I'm very, very curious about it and would like to pursue it with the right person."

"Have you ever talked to Walter about being bi-curious?"

"More than once, and he's often expressed a desire to see me have sex with another woman. But what married man hasn't. He even said to seriously consider it if an opportunity should ever arise, which I took with a grain of salt."