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by Des 31 » Sat Nov 20, 2021 11:59 am
Saturday, 1:59 p.m.
I arrived home from my trip this dark morning at 5:20. I should have been wasted after just four hours of sleep the previous night but wasn’t. Our bedroom door was open and the bedside lamp hadn't been turned off from the previous evening. My wife and our 23-year-old friend Sherry lay naked and asleep, each facing opposite directions at our marital bed’s sides. The rumpled, black-satin top sheet had been pushed to the foot of the bed. The bottom sheets were sufficiently wrinkled as evidence the two had a playful night together. Unlike my wife’s usually neat disposition, their clothes littered the floor.
Between the two women was my wife’s flesh-like, double-dong dildo commonly used by lesbian couples. The flexible cock is about a foot and a half in length. If it didn’t have a dickhead at each end, one could mistake this mammoth cock as the real thing. Clearly, both had simultaneously employed it at some point in the night.
Gigi purchased the realistic, rubbery device online about a year ago but had previously used it only once with our friend Liz a night she stayed over with Liz and her husband Ben. I was away for work at that time, so I didn’t have the opportunity to watch their girl-girl action as did Liz’s husband. What I most recall from that time was that she arrived home a half-hour after I returned that morning and handed the still-moist dong to me in a plastic grocery bag. She said, “Great, you’re back. Would you clean this up for me while I take a shower?” I washed and dried it thoroughly and placed it in a fresh plastic bag on the top shelf in our closet. It has since sat unused until now with Sherry.
For a fleeting moment, I thought Sherry to be someone else. She has allowed her hair to grow longer, something to which I hadn’t paid attention until now. She has recently been wrapping her growing mane into a bun at the back of her head. That amazing body certainly was hers but a few days before, a hairdresser had dyed her now-longer hair a medium blond with beige-blond streaks. Her unfastened, mussed hair covered most of her face. As a commercial-aircraft mechanic, she usually doesn’t wear nail polish; but her short-trimmed nails this morning were a brilliant mint-green.
I set my duffel bag at the room’s nearest corner and laid my tie and sport coat atop that. My wife and her guests are typically up promptly each morning at 5:30, and I knew Sherry wouldn’t be an exception. Having another ten minutes alone, I changed to khakis and a green polo shirt in our guest room. When I checked back into the room, the two were pumping push-ups on the floor alongside their bed. Each rushed to greet me and separately kiss me fully on the lips. I offered to take both out for breakfast and they eagerly accepted.
We chatted on our way to an early morning, indoor/outdoor restaurant Gigi and I like. In response to my comment that each seemed to have had a fulfilling time the previous night, Sherry laughed and said, “We agreed to do this again while you’re in town. A third in the mix would have been nice.” My wife grinned and said, “Mega-Dittos on that, but yeah, last night was ‘good’ for us.” Sherry turned her head to smile and nodded knowingly at Gigi. She didn’t need to say more. Her silent gesture assured me a lot of muff-munching among other activities had come about overnight.
Sherry went on, “Too bad your secretary couldn’t go with you.” I answered back with some innocuous remark but realized Gigi must have told her about Samantha and I having had sex. I haven’t yet asked what Sherry may have said in response but since I’m not particularly curious, I may not anyway.
For the reason this early morning was dark and cold, we didn’t sit at the restaurant’s outdoor tables. We were escorted inside to a warm booth lit by a candle in an antique-like jar. I sat across from Gigi and Sherry, each casually dressed in jeans, sweatshirts, and jackets. They were holding hands when a waitress approached our table, but the woman seemed not to notice. When our order was taken and no one was then in sight around us, Sherry turned to my wife and gave her a deep kiss. My dick stirred as I watched and imagined what their night had been like.
Sherry said Gigi is the first woman with whom she has had sex. Her only other bi-experience since those times was when she and Beau were in a foursome with our friends Ben and Liz. I inquired if she had ever before even considered sex with a woman. She had not but added, “I thought of myself as solid-straight. But your wife is a good teacher to introduce me into this.” I smiled and nodded agreeably. I knew that.
Back at home, she said to my wife, “Can I borrow your husband for a while?” Gigi laughed and said she was going for a run. She changed her hiking boots for running shoes and pulled a sweater and gloves from our living room closet. She said as she was about to walk out the door, “Don’t bother to stop doing whatever you’re doing if I return too early. He’s all yours.”
I didn’t need to be convinced. Within a minute after my wife had left, Sherry and I were naked in the bedroom. She laid on her back onto the rumpled sheets where she and my wife had sex the night before. My blood-engorged cock had already swelled to its full dimensions. I parted her legs and knelt and knelt at her ankles. I’m unsure my tongue felt as good to her as my wife’s the night before, but she squealed at the sensation on her warm cunt. As my tongue whipped against her clitoris, she muttered, “Ohmygoddd! I’m so hot. Fuck me!”
I knelt between her thighs. She reached to curl her fist around my dick and pulled its head to the mouth of her pussy. My cockhead parted her opening. She raised her hips as my tool worked its path through her tunnel. She trilled a high-pitched tone as my cock plunged deeper. When fully impaled, she howled like the squall of a coyote as I thrust into her. Her hips gyrated responsively and a fist pounded the mattress. Her eyes widened as she looked up at me and her mouth formed the circle of an ‘Oh.’ Our bodies rocked in unison. I groaned as she writhed beneath me and emitted cries of “Unh, unh, unh! Yes. Oh god!”
My stalk remained planted deeply within her cuntal confines as she rolled me aside to my back and straddled me like a race jockey. I shuddered as she fucked me. It’s times like that I realize why women prefer to be on the bottom. When a man is on top, the effort is on the guy fucking her. Sherry seemed to enjoy being in command of our intimate union. She smiled and said, “I like this.” I wondered a moment if she had been atop my wife’s face in that position Friday night but, in a second of half-contemplation, assumed with certainty - Yeah, she had.
Her clit slid along the topside of my cock. Her amenable sensation was such that I realized she would soon to climax. The feeling of her tight cunt sucking the life out of my cock was overpowering. I knew I couldn’t hold off much longer.
She wailed like a banshee, “Oh fuck, yes! I’m cumming!” She shook as if she had come completely unglued and screamed as the orgasm raged through her body. Her response created a thrill within me. The moment she was about to come down from her climax, my sperm erupted into her like a gusher. I felt as if all inside me was then jetting into the hot cavern of her cunt. Sherry’s mouth formed an “oh.” Her gasp escaped her lips like the rapid leakage of a balloon’s air.
We each looked at the other half a minute without a word until she panted, “That was fucking awesome.” She sighed contentedly and leaned above my groin to suck my still stiff cock.
Gigi returned from her run ten minutes later. Sherry and laid in bed and making after-sex talk when we heard the front door close. I got out of bed and pulled my robe and the guest robe from the closet. That really is a “guest” robe. Months before, I had ordered the white terrycloth robe online to match my wife’s and mine; it’s emblazoned with the word “Guest” on its breast pocket. Upon noticing the word “Guest,” Sherry giggled and said, “I see you were prepared for my visit.” The truth is that my reason for ordering the robe was my occasional objections to Gigi who habitually offered my robe to her guy guests on mornings after they had fucked her. Each time she did that and the guy had left, I threw it in the clothes hamper to be washed.
We walked into the living room where Gigi was downing a bottle of an electrolyte-enriched drink. My wife turned to us with a smile and said, “I hope you two had as good a workout as I did.” We chuckled and Sherry responded, “I think ours was more fun.” Gigi grinned and said, “I live every day with that guy, so it’s all a matter of perspective.” I assume Sherry knew her meaning - that marital sex can become routine. If not, she too would soon be learning that if she wasn’t already experiencing a resolution. When a wife is fucking other guys with her husband’s approval, her extramarital activity reignites the fire that keeps marital sex exciting.
The three of us showered together and each woman went out of their way to wash my dick rather thoroughly. We sat in the hot tub on our enclosed patio for about fifteen minutes until Sherry’s cell phone at the table alongside sounded. Her husband Beau was on the line to say he was halfway home from his parents’ residence and should be back within an hour. She told him she was at our place and would be him at their apartment when he arrived. When some updating and minor remodeling are soon to be completed, the two will be moving from their small apartment to a newly-purchased, three-bedroom home.
We dried off and dressed and Sherry prepared to leave. She said as my wife escorted her to the door, “I wasn’t ready to leave, but I’ll take this night and morning to my grave.” We punched the wall button to open the front gate, walked her to her recently-purchased-at-a-bargain, pre-owned Gen G90, and separately kissed her a bye-for-now. We watched her back out and drive away until she turned onto the main road and disappeared from view.
As my wife and I walked back to our home, she said, “We pick good friends, don’t we?” I responded with the supposition we had just done the friendliest thing friends can do. She agreed with a chuckle and added, “You’ll have a hard time beating this weekend on my birthday.” Her B-day comes up the sixth day after Thanksgiving. I haven’t forgotten that. She doesn’t know what I have ordered for her gift, but she will find out she was right. Whatever I could give her can’t compare to this weekend or most others following her goodish fucks.
Gigi phoned her boss’ wife to ask if we could bring anything to their planned Thanksgiving dinner next week. She was told nothing else was needed, but she would like Gigi to say grace for the group before the meal. Known as a serious religious sort by those with who we’re acquainted, my wife is often asked to do that and promised she would. We will be staying overnight with her boss and his wife after the other guests have left that day.
My wife suggested we go back to bed. This was something of a role-reversal - As I fucked her, she wanted me to tell her what sex was like for me when I was fucking Sherry. It’s usually the other way around, with her telling me about her encounters when guys have banged her. She climaxed with moans as I told her about the same as written above.
That will be the last time we’ll be sharing that intimacy for a few days. Neither of us anticipates sex with anyone, to include between the two of us, before Thanksgiving. By then, each of us will be sexually prepped for almost anything imaginable. She turned aside in bed, reached to massage my shoulders, and said, “I’m saving myself until that night for my boss. You can fuck his wife.”
I told her that among other blessings in our lives that on that particular holiday, I’ll also be thankful again for her approval of my reconnecting with his wife Mary. There aren’t many days for me like this morning and the promise of this coming Thursday night, but I’ll take away whatever I’m allowed. My wife commands the disposition of our sex lives - but I suppose that’s the more common accord among hotwife couples. And, yeah, I like it that way.
~Des
For those who occasionally ask - 48 minutes (give or take a minute); 2,250 words according to my word processer’s word-counter. I just keep typing in the order the memories come back. This is unedited - so pardon whatever untended typos, if any.
Oh, well, I trust we will hear an update on all the sexy things that she will tell you about. I just wish we had access to the videos from the cams to see what she might leave out!! 
but the agency's welfare takes precedence over that.)
It was just a thought I had that I found interesting. 