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Carl and Lorie and Andrea

By: Lizzy_Beth_26



The Introduction: This is the story of Lori and Carl (and Aimee). Several years ago, I was required to do a paper for a Human Sexuality class I was taking in school. I had the opportunity to interview a young couple whose marriage seemed to be perfect. The story is a true story with the names being changed, of course.

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Aimee: I met Lori when I took a part time job at a local department store in town. I had interviewed with the General Manager and I hadn't met her until I arrived for my first day of work. She was the department head in the lady's department and I was assigned to work with her. I remember being mesmerized the first time I laid eyes on her.

Lori was strikingly beautiful, tall and slender with short, dark brown hair. She looked like she could be a model. I was surprised to learn that she had two small children. Her body was nearly perfect.

My first day went smoothly. I worked diligently trying to impress my new boss. Towards the end of the shift, we were able to work together folding down the clothing that had been tossed about by the shoppers that day.

Did I mention I was bi-sexual?

I guess that may have been somewhat obvious by the way I was describing Lori.

She really is a hot woman. We were able to chat some while we were folding the clothes and putting things away. She told me about her husband and her two kids. Her brown eyes glistened when she spoke of them. Those children were her pride and joy. I could tell that she was a great mother by some of the things she was telling me.

I told her about my boyfriend, Danny. I like him a lot but to be honest, I am not sold on the fact that he could be my partner for life. Don't get me wrong though. We have great sex and he really treats me well. I do have one slight problem in that I am, and always have been, attracted to women.

The more we talked, the more I was feeling an attraction to her. She was working across the table from me and every time she leaned over the table, I found myself taking peeks at her cleavage. I wouldn't dare let on that I had feelings towards her because we had just met that day. I finally did tell her I was bi during our conversation, trying to elicit a reaction. She seemed almost undaunted by the revelation. It is something that I am not ashamed of.

It wasn't very long before I decided that I was going to make a play for Lori at some point. She was the forbidden fruit, so to speak. She was married and significantly older than I was, which I am sure, added to the attraction. I knew I had to figure out a way.

Lorie: It was just another day it seemed. I had fed the kids, and gave the instructions to Carl, my husband, as I hustled out the door for work. He had just returned home from his day at the office, ready to take over the household. He is truly a good man and he loves our children dearly.

I had taken an evening job at a nearby department store to help with the finances. Carl has a good job but with the demands of a new house and children, we felt it best that I help out financially in order to alleviate any money problems down the road. I also enjoyed the time away, on my own and having my time without the demands of the kids.

Carl had no problem with doing his part. He is a great father to our children. He takes time with kids and still managed to spend plenty of time with me. He is tall, dark and handsome as the saying goes and fantastic in bed. He would pleasure me in any imaginable way. His fucking skills are next to none and it really helps that he is blessed in the size department. He knows how to please a woman orally and likes to purchase different sex toys when he gets in his experimental mood. He really keeps things interesting when it comes to sex. I was never hesitant to try a new toy out for him and he really loves to watch his woman have her orgasms. Over our six years of marriage, I had acquired quite a sex toy collection. I have multiple orgasms without much of a problem and he always enjoyed holding me in his arms while I would cum and then taking his turn fucking me when I was good and wet (as well as totally spent). Believe me, he is good and hard by then.

Anyway, that is enough about Carl for now. I am getting horny thinking about all of that.

Getting back on track with my story, I had been working at the store for about a year. Eventually, I was promoted to a department head position. I liked my job and like I said before, the money helped.

Then out of the blue, on one particular day at work, my life was going to change forever.

The store manager introduced a young girl to me and told me that I would be training her to work in my department. She introduced herself as Aimee and she had a beautiful smile. She was a very attractive girl and she seemed very excited and full of youthful exuberance.

She was a good worker and it appeared as though she was trying extra hard to please me. She asked at the end of the shift if she was doing okay and I assured her she was doing a fine job.

After the store closed for the night, I was driving home and thinking about her and how she was so anxious to please. It was a refreshing change from some of the others working at the store. I couldn't help thinking about the fact that she told me she was bi-sexual. I wouldn't think that anyone would be sharing something like that with someone they had just met. Maybe she felt that I should know about it.

I turned into the driveway and parked the car. Carl was waiting for me at the door. He asked me about my evening and I told him about the new girl in my department. I intentionally left out the part about her being bi. I felt that he really didn't need to know about her personal life. Maybe I was holding that out for a reason, I really didn't know for sure.

After a brief chat about the events of the day, I took a hot shower and changed into a t-shirt and panties for bed. As I was showering, I couldn't get the thought of Aimee out of my head. My soapy fingers spent a bit more time than usual between my legs. She seemed like such a sweet girl, so comfortable with her sexuality.

That night, after climbing into bed, I asked Carl to go down on me. I needed to get off in a bad way and finish what I had started while showering. While he was eating my pussy, I closed my eyes and imagined that it was Aimee's tongue. I had a huge orgasm and several of what I like to refer to as "leveling-off' orgasms while imagining that it was her between my legs, pleasing me.

Afterwards, I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking. While I was mouth-fucking him, I fingered myself to yet another orgasm. After a relatively short period of time, I felt the first wave of his cum hit the back of my throat. I began to gag and pulled my mouth away as he spewed his load over my face, neck, and breasts. That guy always could shoot one hell of a load.

He got up and brought me a warm washcloth. I wiped up his cum as he watched. He had a sly, satisfied grin on his face.

He got up and checked on the kids, returning a short time later. We kissed and settled in for a good nights sleep. We both fell asleep rather quickly.

Carl: The six years, married to Lori, were the best six years of my life. She had a career as a buyer and gave it up so that we could both spend more time with our children.

She is as beautiful inside as she is in her outward appearance. It doesn't matter what she is wearing. She always looks striking. Her dark brown eyes and her short brown hair really accentuate her olive skin.

She is slender with very nice full breasts. Looking at her naked body, you wouldn't know she had given birth to our two children.

We had a very satisfying sex life. She would do just about anything to please me and I would do the same for her. She was always receptive to trying different things in bed. Her openness and willingness to satisfy my every need helped to keep things exciting for both of us in the sex department.

She especially enjoys the toys in her collection. She has everything ranging from an assortment of vibrators to ben-wa balls and all sizes and shapes of dildos. She used them all from time to time but she has her favorites, which she used on a more frequent basis. I think as long as it gets her off, it would be a favorite.

She is multi-orgasmic and she takes full advantage of it. I don't blame her for that. If I could have multiple orgasms for hours on end, I would be in heaven. I am almost jealous of her for being able to do it. Watching her face contort as she climaxes is probably the greatest turn-on a man could experience

Well, anyway, she came home from work on that night and after some idle chat, I settled in to bed. She was taking a shower and I could see her silhouette through the glass enclosure of the shower. She appeared to be spending a lot of time washing between her legs, if that was what she was doing.

When she dried and dressed, she came to me and asked me to perform oral on her. Before I even spoke, she was removing her panties and getting into bed. She propped her head up and spread her legs wide to make herself available. I reached for my pillow and she lifted up while I placed it under her ass. Now, I was ready to go to work.

She was really wet, even before my mouth went to work on her. She was quick to have her first orgasm and after that, she had several more. She was really hot that night. I don't know how many times she came. She even fingered herself to another orgasm while giving me a blowjob. This was after I was done satisfying her (or so I thought).

I fell asleep that night feeling happy that I turned her on so much that she needed that kind of release.

At breakfast the next day, she was talking about Aimee again and how much she enjoyed working with her. She told me that she was ambitious and worked hard, making her own job so much easier. I can understand that because good help is hard to find.

Aimee: A few weeks had gone by and Lori and I became quite good friends. We took our lunch and breaks together and we would chat about everything going on in our lives. She was easy to talk to and she was always eager to give me advice when I would ask for it. No subject was off limits and relationships seemed to the most popular. We just needed to vent sometimes and we were there for each other. Sometimes it is better to have someone on the outside to talk to when discussing relationships. You can be honest and allow for a different perspective.

I told her about my relationship with Danny. He always treated me well and most importantly, at least from my view; he is one hell of a fuck. He is a bit immature sometimes but I can be too. We are both quite spontaneous which allowed for an interesting partnership. From my perspective, the only thing that was lacking in our relationship is the one thing he could not provide. After all, he is a man.

On one particular day at work, an old girlfriend of mine was shopping at the store and saw me. She came over and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. We talked for a while and Lori made her way over. I guess it was her way of telling me to get back to work. I introduced Lori to Andrea and after a bit of small talk, Lori walked away.

Andrea took the opportunity to invite me over to her parent's house where she still lived while she was going to school. She told me that her parents were in Cancun for the week and she had the house to herself. I couldn't pass up this offer so I told her I would most likely be there a little after 10:00 that night. She got a big smile on her face, hugged me, and left.

When I returned to my work, Lori walked over and asked me who Andrea was. I told her she was an old friend from my high school days and that I hadn't seen her in a while. I told her that she had invited me over tonight that I had accepted.

A bit later, Lori and I took our break and headed for the break room. I called Danny and told him that I was going out after work to have a bite to eat with Lori and would be home later. He told me he couldn't wait and that he was in the mood for some real loving. I told him not to wait up for me and I would wake him when I got home.

When I was finished on the phone, Lori asked my why I told him that I was going out with her rather than telling the truth. I told her that if I told him I was going to Andrea's house, he would ask too many questions. 

I decided to tell her why I was going. I told her that Andrea was my best friend all through school and we used to have a whole lot of sleepovers. They started out innocently enough but developed into a sexual relationship. We learned how to please each other sexually and gave each other countless nights of pleasure. If only our parents had known, they would have put a stop to the sleeping over in a real hurry. As it was, they never suspected and we were satisfying each other just about every weekend and in the summer, during the day, when no one was home. She gave me more orgasms than any partner I have ever had, by far. 

Lori wasn't saying a word. Her mouth was partially open as she listened intently to what I was saying. She then asked me if I was going to make love to Andrea tonight and I told her it was the primary reason I was going. Andrea had told me that she needed a woman's love and neither of us have had that in a while.

The work shift ended a short while later. We punched out and headed to our cars in the parking lot. As we approached our vehicles, I turned to Lori and gave her a hug. It was a quick hug, nothing too extensive and I asked her to wish me luck. She did, and we got in our cars and drove away.

Lori: I met an old lover of Aimee's. She was not what you would call beautiful but she was somewhat attractive. She was very well endowed and maybe a little overweight. She seemed nice enough. She didn't strike me as being Aimee's type but what do I know about that?

Aimee was going to her house after work to reignite an old flame. I was taken back a bit when she told me all about her plans for the night. I must admit that I was feeling a bit jealous of Andrea.

I didn't know exactly what my feelings toward Aimee were. I have never had lesbian tendencies as far as I know but it seems as though some were starting to develop towards her. I was getting horny on the drive home, thinking of the two of them together. As crazy as it seems, I wished it were I making love to Aimee instead of Andrea.

The more I thought about it, the hornier I was getting. I reached down and put my hand between my legs, pressing against the fabric of my slacks. This was just making me even more uncomfortable. At the first traffic light I came to, I unbuttoned and lowered the zipper on my pants. I was able to loosen them enough to slide my fingers under the waistband of my panties and to my waiting pussy. I fingered my clit gently, but deliberately, as I drove. This was one time that I wished that I had my mini-massager in my purse. It felt good but I definitely needed to cum.

When I got home, I refastened my slacks. A bit frustrated by the arousal without release, I gathered my things, locked the car door and headed to the house. Once inside, I found a note on the kitchen table. It was from Carl and it said that he was tired and had gone to bed. It said he loved me and would see me in the morning. There I was, alone in the kitchen with a soaking wet pussy. I needed to get off and my partner was sleeping.

I went to our bedroom and turned on the light in the walk-in closet. There, I changed into a t-shirt and removed my pants. I walked back to the bed and Carl was still sleeping soundly. What was a girl to do? 

I left the room and headed to the family room where I turned on the television. After flipping through the channels for a few minutes and finding nothing of interest, I decided to check out my husband's porn collection. I found a DVD that had a picture of a lesbian scene on the back of the box. I took it out of the box and put it in the player. Sitting on the couch with remote in hand, I forwarded it to a scene where two women were getting it on.

I watched intently as a busty blonde was eating out a petite brunette who was sitting in a large chair with her legs spread wide apart. I marveled at the way she wagged her tongue over and around the girl's genitals. This was getting me hotter by the minute. The brunette was in pure ecstasy by the look on her face as she squeezed at her own nipples while having an obvious orgasm. I replayed the scene again and watched the close-up of the blonde's tongue at work. She sure knew what she was doing. It drove me nuts just watching her do it.

After about a half an hour of watching this go on, I could barely take it any longer. I needed relief badly. I got up, turned off the TV and removed the DVD from the player, put it away and headed to bed.

When I got there, Carl was sound asleep. I know that once he falls into a deep sleep, he is a very sound sleeper. I checked one more time to make sure he was asleep and went straight to the closet and returned with my electric vibrator. I plugged it into the outlet beside the bed and removed my panties. Pulling back the sheets, I slid into bed with the vibrator ready to go. I propped my head up on the pillow and settled back for a much needed release. The blankets muffled the familiar humming of the vibrator as I moved the bulbous head into position. In my mind, I replayed the images of the two women in the movie and imagined it was Aimee making love to me. I teased at my nipples with the fingertips of one hand while manipulating the vibe with the other, working myself to a controlled frenzy. It wasn't long before I had my first, very powerful orgasm. It was all I could do to remain silent as the waves of pleasure pulsed through my body. It was understandable that it was going to be a real treat as I had been building up to it all evening. I lay still in the afterglow for a few minutes and then moved the still humming vibrator back into position. In a very short period of time, I was having another wonderful climax. I turned the vibrator up to the high setting and repeated this several more times until I was feeling completely spent and could not cum any more. I tried for several minutes to have just one more, but it just wasn't happening. My mind said "yes" but my numbed clitoris said "enough". 

Carl was still fast asleep so I crawled out of bed and on very wobbly legs, returned the vibrator to its familiar hiding place in the closet. I climbed back into bed with just my t-shirt on and with my back turned towards him, fell fast asleep.

Carl: Lori was starting to worry me. Sometimes she seemed distant and preoccupied about something. I guess there were a few things that I had noticed that concerned me somewhat.

For instance, she began wearing sexier outfits to work. She is all about looking good but I sensed that there was more to it than that. She started wearing lower cut tops and tighter slacks and making sure her makeup was perfect. She definitely was spending more time primping than she had in recent years. She always looks so perfect anyway so I really don't want to think about the reason she was spending the extra time trying to look even sexier. 

I had spent the better part of a week trying to figure out whom she was trying to impress. I even took several trips to store to check out the people working there. With the kids in tow, I would go up and down the aisles pretending to shop for nothing in particular. I never saw anyone that I thought she might be attracted to and started to believe that maybe it was my imagination getting the best of me.

Most of the guys working there were much older or they were teenagers in school working part time. I was beginning to believe my concerns were unwarranted.

While I was at the store, I would always stop to talk with Lori. She couldn't talk very long as she was always busy and she was usually training somebody or waiting on customers. There was one very attractive girl in particular that stood out. Her name was Aimee. She was very friendly and outgoing made a big fuss over the kids. She seemed to connect with them quite easily and they took a liking to her immediately.


Carl and Lorie and Andrea



A second concern was that she seemed to be taking masturbating herself to a whole new level. I noticed that she was going through batteries rather quickly. Her toy collection in the closet was rearranged almost daily, which can only mean one thing.

One particular night, I had gone to bed before she came home from work. I had put the kids to bed, turned the room monitors on and fell into a deep sleep rather quickly. Later, I was awakened by the familiar humming of one her vibrators. Pretending to still be asleep, I was lying there quietly letting her do her thing. I could hear the muffled sound of her love toy as the vibrating knob settled into position against her love nest. After just a few minutes, I could hear her quiet little grunt and felt the mattress tremble slightly as her body jerked from the release. I didn't know how long she had been tending to her needs before I was awakened, but I counted six of those throaty "cum-grunts".

When she had finished tending to her desires, she turned off the vibrator, unplugged it and carried it back to its place in the closet. She then climbed back into bed and, turning her back to me, settled in for the night.

I was now in desperate need of release. I waited until she was sleeping and then I carefully moved my body into position behind her. She was sleeping in a fetal position, allowing me easy access to the object of my desires. I began to rub the head of my fully erect cock against her pussy lips. Her wetness allowed the head to slide into her easily. I adjusted my pillow and my body position and I proceeded with long, slow strokes in and out of her pussy. It wasn't very long before my cock exploded with a powerful orgasm, sending waves of cum into her warmth. I was able to get off without disturbing her at all and I fell asleep shortly after, as my wilting cock slipped out of her cum-drenched pussy.

The next morning she asked me when I put "Charley" (her pet name for my manhood) in the "garage". She told me that she was surprised when she got up from the bed that morning and discovered that there was cum running down her leg. I told her that I had awakened at some point during the night and finding myself with a hard-on, along with a place to put it right there in front of me, I couldn't resist. She accepted my explanation without inquiring further. I never mentioned the whole vibrator scene and how it had gotten me so worked up.

Aimee: I had forgotten just how unbelievably good Andrea was at eating pussy. It didn't take long for her to jog my memory me though. When I arrived at her parent's home, she came to the door completely nude. As I entered, she closed the door quickly behind me. Without saying a word, she took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom down the hall. 

There, she began unbuttoning my shirt as she kissed my neck. It was completely undone in a matter of a few seconds. Dragging it down over my shoulders, she removed it completely and draped it over the back of the dressing table chair. She then reached around my back and deftly released my bra clasp. Within seconds, she was sucking and teasing my hardening nipples with her warm lips and tongue. I began moaning my pleasure as she worked her magic with her tongue and lips. Her tongue traced its way downward to my navel area while her fingertips traced my nipples. I moaned my approval as she unfastened my slacks. This was going to be a real treat. I could already feel the tension building between my legs.

She began tugging my pants as well as my panties as she licked and kissed by belly. I reached down with both hands and helped her remove my last bit of clothing. 

I sat down on the bed as my body was tingling with anticipation. Andrea knelt on the floor in front of me as I instinctively spread my legs apart. We made eye contact as I leaned back onto the bed. Aimee was smiling broadly as she moved her mouth into position and began stroking my waiting pussy with her hot, wet tongue. I moaned my approval as she commenced her tongue assault. It felt wonderful.

As was always the case with Andrea, I just laid back and let her work her magic. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be ravished by my dear old friend. She continued her tongue teasing, tracing along the folds of my slit. I spread my legs wider, further exposing the object of her attention. She now had complete, unimpeded access to my aching love nest. I was beginning to get to the point where the teasing was excruciating. I was in ecstasy as her fingers nimbly caressed my torso and belly as her mouth and tongue tortured every nerve ending I have between my legs. Enough was enough and I was more than ready to get on with my much-anticipated release. Reaching down, I took her head in both of my hands and guided her attention to my aching clit. After just a few minutes of tongue lashing and some gentle sucking, I was about ready to come apart. The tension was excruciating and she was very aware of my condition. My moans were getting louder and my heart was racing. My breathing quickened and I squealed that I needed to cum. It was then that she began to work her tongue feverishly over my clit until my body shook violently and my orgasm overtook me. With my hands still holding on to her head, I guided her mouth away from my sensitive love button as my body continued to jerk uncontrollably. I lifted my head up off the pillow as the spasms waned and our eyes met. Her chin was wet from my juices and she had a contented smile on her face.

Not a word was spoken as she lay down beside me on the bed, lightly stroking my torso and abdomen with her fingertips. My orgasm seemed to last a while and as I regained my senses all I could say was "damn, that was good". She continued stroking my body lightly as I lay still, contented in the afterglow of my release. Every nerve ending in my body had just felt the rush of one of the most intense orgasms that I had experienced in quite a while. She really knew how to please a woman and she thoroughly enjoyed doing it. I wondered why I had waited so long to see her again.

Andrea waited a short period of time and then rolled onto her back. She spread her legs wide as she patted her pussy lightly and said to me, "My turn." She didn't have to ask twice.

I slid down on the bed and positioned my body between her legs and lowered my mouth to her waiting love nest. Her pussy was completely void of hair and the aroma of her wetness filled my nostrils. My wet tongue slid along the folds of her slit, parting it even wider, allowing my tongue easy access to her honey pot. I fondled her large breasts as my tongue continued with it's appointed duties. Soon she was moaning and begging for release. I turned my attention to her clit, which was swollen and quite large. I took her "mini-cock" between my lips and sucked it gently. As I sucked it into my mouth, I was brushing my tongue over and around it and getting just the reaction I was looking for.

I could feel her clit retracting in my mouth and I could feel her body stiffen as she approached her orgasm. Her hips raised and pressed against my mouth as she let out a loud moan. Just then her body jerked violently and her release overtook her. It was a sight to behold. Watching her build up to it and seeing the contortions of her face as she came were so stimulating. She was trying to push my mouth away as she climaxed but my tormenting tongue was having no parts of that.

As she began to relax, I quickly began the assailing process again with my mouth and tongue executing its mission even more feverishly than before. It had been a lengthy time since the two of us made love and I was going to make it worth her while. In a very short period of time she was again grinding her pussy against my mouth and moaning. Her body stiffened as she was building up to her orgasm. As my wagging tongue triggered her climax, she again jerked uncontrollably and determinedly pushed me away, rolling onto her side. She then clamped her legs together to escape my relentless assault on her all too sensitive genitals. She was breathing rapidly and smiling profusely.

Afterwards, I slid my body alongside hers, contented that I had given her such pleasure. 

We talked for a while and shared some memories. We reminisced about our passionate encounters and the times we almost got caught. We laughed about the crazy summers we had together. I really cared about her and she felt the same about me. We promised each other that we would never stop meeting for sex on a regular basis and agreed that only we knew how to completely satisfy each other sexually. During our conversation, I told her about my sexual urges towards Lori. She told me that she was quite turned on by her also and jokingly told me that it would be fantastic if her and I could get Lori to join us for a threesome. I laughingly told her that she would have to fight me for her.

After a little more small talk, we settled into a sixty-nine position (with me on top) and finished off the evening with near-simultaneous orgasms. Getting off at the same moment was something we always tried to do and at times we were successful. This was going to take more practice to get back in sync. We finished our love session with some kissing and hugging and I told her that if she had a cock, I would marry her. We both laughed. 

Afterwards, I dressed quickly, thanked her for having me over and rushed home to Danny. I was hoping he was still awake and waiting for me.

Needless to say, it was the wee hours of the morning when I arrived at the apartment. There, I found Danny was in bed and fast asleep. He was lying on his back, wearing just his boxer shorts. I threw my clothing off and slid into bed beside him. He didn't stir at all so I decided that I was going to have to perform the stirring.

Reaching inside the opening in his shorts, I took his flaccid member in my hand. I massaged his balls as I guided the head of his cock through the opening. Lowering my head into position, I clamped my mouth around it. Since it was completely limp, his whole cock fit easily in my mouth and I began licking his ball sack with my tongue. I sensed that Danny was beginning to stir as his cock began to come alive in my mouth. I began sucking its length, bobbing my head slowly at first and then with more purpose. It swelled rather quickly and soon he was moaning his approval. I needed his stiff cock inside me and it was there for the taking.

Lifting myself on to my knees, I straddled myself over his hard rod. After rubbing the head against my pussy lips, I lowered myself onto it. As his member filled me, I began to tighten my vaginal muscles around it as I rocked slowly back and forth. His cock pressed against the inside walls of my vagina as I moved in a circular motion, using it much like I would my favorite dildo in order to get the full effect.

I began to move up and down its length, slowly at first then faster as I felt my orgasm starting to build. I began humping him harder and I quickened the pace until his body started to arch, signaling his impending climax. I rode his cock frantically, trying to make sure that I came before he did but it was to no avail. He shot his load deep inside me as his body jerked below. Having reached the point of no return, my fingers instinctively went to work frigging my clit frantically. I was close to cumming and my fingers were doing the trick. In seconds, I felt the rush of my climax overtake me as I leaned forward and fell onto his chest. I felt his now shrinking member slide out of pussy as I lay there, breathing heavily and my heart still racing.

I lay there for a few minutes as my body began to relax in its post-orgasmic state. We kissed and I rolled onto my side and fell asleep knowing that I just had a night that I will remember for a long time.

Lori: I found myself becoming more obsessed with thoughts of Aimee constantly entering my mind. Thinking of her with Andrea was making me jealous in a sense. They were seeing more and more of each other and Aimee was more than eager to share the details of their encounters with me. She would make me hornier than hell when she told me the things they had been doing together.

I found myself fantasizing their lovemaking sessions and masturbating quite often. I was totally aware of my budding bi-sexuality. The thought of eating another woman's pussy was beginning to turn into a need. Aimee was always smiling and happy when she would tell me what they had done during each rendezvous they had. I wanted to experience it also.

I was feeling more and more confused, wondering how I was going to get her to make love to me. I knew just what I needed to do to get a man but getting a woman seemed so much different. I didn't want to risk our friendship, not that I thought for a minute that she wouldn't jump at the chance to have sex with me. She was always so open in pointing out women who were shopping in the store and telling me which ones she would love to "spend some time with".

I began watching more and more lesbian porn when I had time alone. Thank goodness that Carl enjoyed it because I would have had some explaining to do if I came home with porn movies filled with lesbian lovers. As it was, there were plenty of scenes to watch. I found myself intently studying the way they used their tongues on each other and the way they used their hands and mouths. There was one particular scene that is burned in my mind. An adult film star named Jenna was giving a beautiful brunette the tongue-lashing of a lifetime and she kept cumming, one orgasm after another. Damn, it was so sexy. I played it over and over and always seemed to have my hand inside my panties as I watched, completely mesmerized. Those girls in the films were either enjoying themselves very much or they were damn good actresses.

I was yearning to try lesbian love in the worst way.

Then, it happened. One day, I had just put the kids down for their mid-morning nap when I got a phone call that was going to change my life forever.

It was Aimee and she was crying. She sounded very upset and asked if she could come over. She needed someone to talk to. I told her to come over and that I was here for her. She told me she would be there shortly and hung up.

I was wondering what she was so upset about and more importantly, how I could be of comfort to her. I began to straighten the house up, picking up toys and the like. I put water on for tea and sat at the kitchen table, waiting for her to arrive.

A few minutes later, I heard her car in the driveway and shortly after that, a knock on the door. I turned off the whistling teapot and opened the door. I could see that she had been crying. Her face was red and her eyes bloodshot. Her hair appeared disheveled and her eye makeup was smeared on her cheeks. I had never seen her like this. Opening my arms wide as she entered through the doorway, I embraced her with a firm hug. I held her for a while as she cried on my shoulder. I didn't yet know what was wrong but I was going to be there for her regardless.

After what seemed like an eternity, she pulled herself away and looked at me. I reached for a tissue so that she could wipe away her tears. I guided her to sit down on one of the chairs and went to the pantry to find a washcloth. I went to the sink and wet the cloth. Walking back over, I lifted her chin with one hand and began to wipe her face with the other. She seemed almost child-like as I set out to clean the makeup from her face. She still had not said a word. I finished wiping her face and put the washcloth on the table. I stood in front of her and ran my fingers through her hair in an effort to comb it in place. She looked up at me with a forced smile then she put her head against my stomach as she wrapped her arms around my waist. I could not begin to imagine what was wrong, but I was there for her.

She stayed there for good while, regaining her composure. I held her against me and stroked her hair. She looked up at me again with sadness in her eyes and I bent down to kiss her on the forehead. As I straightened back up, we kept eye contact. As I bent down, once again to kiss her forehead, she lifted up from the chair and planted her lips on mine.

I froze for a brief moment and then found myself instinctively returning her kiss. I felt like a teenage girl who had been kissed by her first love for the very first time. Our lips melted together and in a flash, our tongues were doing their mating dance. What I had longed for so long was finally here, right in my kitchen. We held each other close as we continued our kiss. It was long and sensual and my body began to ache from the tension. There was such an intense stirring between my legs that my legs began to quiver. I had not felt a desire that strong in quite some time.

We broke our kiss and she gazed into my eyes. She told me she needed to shower and that afterwards she wanted to make love with me. I nodded my agreement and told her that I needed to take the children to mys. I knew that we had gone too far with the kissing and that there was no doubt where this was going to lead. There was no turning back.

I told her I would run a bath for her so she could relax while I ran the kids over to Carl's parents house. I called them and told them that I had some things that needed taken care of and asked if they could watch them for a few hours. They loved having the grandchildren over so they readily agreed. I ran a bubble bath for Aimee and then took the children over to their grandparent's house for the afternoon.

I returned a short while later and, thankfully Aimee's car was still in the driveway. I was still wondering what had made her so upset but I knew in good time, she would tell me. That would be later. Right then, I needed to get in the house and take care of a need that has been building for so long. I parked the car and quickly moved to the front door. I was shaking from anticipation as I slid in the key and turned the handle. I locked the door behind me and headed down the hall towards the bedroom where she had been taking her bath in the master bathroom.

There, I found her, completely naked on the bed. She was staring at me intently with that "come-hither" look. I didn't hesitate for a moment. She was so beautiful. She had a perfect body and I could not wait to kiss her again. I had sampled those lips and now it was time for the main course, so to speak.

I slid onto the bed next to her and our mouths met. We kissed deeply and the familiar soapy smell of the bubble bath filled my nostrils. It was a kiss that I wished could go on forever. As we continued our oral onslaught, I felt her hand unbuttoning my shirt. I followed her lead and moved my hand to her naked breast. Her breast was firm and I felt her nipple harden between my fingers. The kiss became more and more urgent as she began her effort to remove my shirt. I broke the kiss for a moment as I sat up and slid the sleeveless blouse off of my shoulders. Not wasting any time, I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra and removed it also. After tossing the shirt and bra aside, I returned to our kiss.

Her hand was soon cupping my breast gently. She teased my nipples, first one then the other with her fingertips. It seemed that there was a direct connection form the tips of my breasts to the nerve endings between my legs. I was falling apart.

Our lips parted ways as she repositioned her mouth so she could kiss my neck. I shivered at each stop she made along the way to my heaving breasts. I was breathing so heavily, I could hear each breath that I took. She inched her tongue along my neck, stopping briefly to take my earlobe between her lips. Her fingertips were tracing my torso, signaling that more was yet to come. Her tongue traced a path to my hardened nipple and her lips sucked gently on one as her tongue glided along the tip. Sucking gently, she pulled her head away slowly. A suction noise was heard as it slipped out from between her warm wet lips. She deftly moved her mouth to the other and repeated the sucking and tonguing of my aching nipples. God, it was wonderful.




Carl and Lorie and Andrea



She lifted herself off of me and unbuttoned the front of my pants. She slowly unzipped them and slid her fingers under the waistband, signaling me to lift my body from the bed. I did just that and in just a few moments, she was tossing my pants and panties to the floor.

She climbed between my legs and continued her teasing of my breasts and nipples. I closed my eyes and moaned as she sucked and teased each, one after the other and back. I could feel the tension mounting between my legs. Suddenly I felt her finger glide along my slit and across my aching clitoris. I let out a loud moan of encouragement. I needed her mouth on me. I needed her sucking my clit into her hot mouth. I felt her fingers parting my pussy lips and then a finger entering me. I lifted up to meet it. Slowly stroking her finger in and out of my wet pussy, she began to move her mouth downward, first to my naval where her tongue teased for a few minutes and then her mouth began its descent to the place where I needed it to be. All the while, I was moving my hips ever so slightly to keep in time with her slow, methodical finger stroking.

After what seemed like an eternity, and without removing her finger from my opening, she positioned herself for an assault on my womanhood. I was moaning my approval as I spread my legs wide. I wanted her to have complete access to my smoothly shaved pussy. I was aching for release and she was eager to make it happen. What she did next was completely unexpected.

She was still stroking my insides with her finger as her tongue lifted the hood away from my engorged clit. She sucked it gently into her mouth and ran her tongue around it. I lifted up against her mouth and as I did, she inserted a second finger and began rubbing the inside wall of my vagina, hard against the G-spot. She teased my clit with her tongue as she rubbed her fingers inside me. It was working. I immediately reacted to her fingers and suddenly an overwhelmingly powerful orgasm was upon me. I arched my back and let loose a squeal as my first ever G-spot orgasm overtook me. I shook violently as I stared at the ceiling. I could feel spasms I had never felt. No tongue, toy or cock had ever delivered like this. I could feel liquid gushing from my pussy as wave after violent wave of this delicious orgasm engulfed me. My back was arched and my ass was up off the bed jerking uncontrollably as the powerful climax began to wane. I lowered myself slowly, stopping as each spasm rocked my soul. Slowly I was able to settle back onto the bed.

I could feel the wetness under my ass. I opened my eyes and Aimee was kneeling between my legs, looking at me and smiling. Her chin was glistening with the wetness that had come from between my legs. She was tracing my belly with her fingertips, brushing ever so lightly. She waited for me to begin breathing normally again and moved her mouth to my clit to give it some much-needed attention. Alternating between a licking and sucking she teased my clit relentlessly. It felt so good. In just a short period of time I began to build to another climax. I moaned my approval as she brought me to the edge and then took me over. My body trembled as I came again. This one was the icing on the cake.

A few minutes went by and she slid her body back up along side of mine. She kissed me deeply. I could taste my own juices as we continued our kiss. Then, the thought came to me. I was going to get to return the gesture. I was going to go down on a woman for the first time. All of my fantasies of recent weeks were going to be realized. What if I am no good? I was panic stricken but also prepared and more than willing to give Aimee oral sex. I remembered the movie I had watched over and over. I had some idea of how I was going to do this.

As my mouth and tongue began the descent, I heard her say "I need your mouth on my pussy, right now". I didn't hesitate at all. It is what I wanted to do so badly, for so long.

As I positioned my mouth, the scent of her moistness overcame me and my own pussy began to stir once again. As my tongue glided along the folds of her pussy lips, they parted as if to invite me to continue. I pulled my head away slightly to admire the view of what was now, just inches from my face. Her clit was swollen and protruding partially from under its hood. I lowed my mouth and sucked it gently between my lips.

Suddenly, Aimee took my head in both of her hands and began guiding my mouth to where she wanted it. She was pressing hard against herself.

"Lick my clit Lori," she commanded. "Make me cum." She continued.

"I need you to make me cum." She went on "Fuck me with your mouth!"

I wagged my tongue over her engorged clit and sucked it hard into mouth. Her hips rose up from the bed and her body started trembling as she strained to get over the edge. Then, it happened. Her body began its convulsions as she released my head. Her orgasm caused her body to jerk, again and again. I watched from my perch between her legs as her facial contortions told me that she was in total ecstasy. As her orgasm began to subside, her body went limp. Her eyes were still closed as I heard her say "I think I am falling in love with you Lori."

I didn't know what to say. I wanted this so badly and now I was becoming more and more confused. I sat up on the bed next to her with my legs crossed, admiring her naked beauty. I wanted to respond but didn't know what to say. I remained silent for a few moments and then changed the subject.

"Do you want to tell me why you were crying?" I asked.

"I will," she replied "but I have to use the bathroom first." She then sprang from the bed and hurriedly went into the bathroom.

I took the opportunity to strip the bed. I needed to get rid of the wet spot that I had left. I was getting fresh sheets and pillowcases when Aimee returned. She helped me make up the bed as she began to tell me why she had been so upset. I couldn't help but admire her naked body and I noticed she was admiring mine also as we finished our task.

We dressed as she told me that Danny had thrown her out of the apartment. He had left work early that morning and caught her in bed with Andrea. I listened intently, realizing that I was the second woman she had made love to that day. She told me that she had no place to stay. Without hesitation, I told her that she could stay in the nanny's quarters in the downstairs apartment. I would have to clear it with Carl first but. I didn't think that he would mind. It is a separate apartment in the basement that was there when we bought the house. It also has it's own entry so she could come and go as she pleased without bothering anyone.

In the back of my mind, I couldn't help but think that any future rendezvous with Aimee would be easier if she were right here.

It was getting late in the afternoon so the two of us left to pick up the children. We needed to get them back so I could prepare dinner for the family.

Carl: I returned home one Friday from another busy day at the office to find Lori and her friend Aimee in the kitchen. Lori was preparing dinner as Aimee sat at the table holding our youngest child. I kissed Lori on the cheek as I passed her and sat down across the table from Aimee.

After a brief exchange, I went to change out of my work clothes. Upon my return a few minutes later, I found that Aimee had gone to the family room with the baby and was watching some television. Our oldest was in the playpen keeping occupied with his toys.

I asked Lori if we were having company for dinner and she proceeded to tell me of Aimee's plight. She also told me that she had offered Aimee the efficiency apartment downstairs, pending my approval. She said that Aimee was willing to pay a modest rent and she would be available to baby-sit if need be, in order to contribute to the household. I told Lori that it would be fine with me but we would need to clear out some clutter in the basement apartment that had accumulated over the past several years.

We agreed to get busy that evening, cleaning and clearing the nanny's quarters for Aimee's stay. Lori smiled at me and thanked me for my understanding.

The three of us cleaned, swept, dusted and cleared the area that evening. Lori washed the linens and made up the bed so that Aimee would be comfortable. I was pleased to be able to help out Lori's friend. It seemed to make Lori excited and happy to have Aimee around. Besides, I had been worried about Lori lately and this situation seemed to make her come alive. From a male's perspective, it would be a bonus of sorts to have another beautiful woman to admire around the house.

That night, Lori and I made passionate love and she kept thanking me over and over again for agreeing to let Aimee stay. I assured her that I had no problem with it as long as there was no interference from our new renter. She told me that it wouldn't be a problem and proceeded to fuck my brains out. I pumped her pussy full of cum and fell asleep with my lovely, sexy wife in my arms.

The next morning, I got up early and went to the kitchen wearing only a pair of shorts to make a pot of coffee. I was just finishing pouring the water into the coffee maker when I heard the basement door close. I turned to see Aimee standing there in a t-shirt and shorts. I couldn't help but notice her nipples were erect and straining against the fabric of her shirt. I didn't want my brief stare to be obvious so I turned to the cupboard to get some coffee cups and asked her if she wanted a cup of coffee.

"I could use one." She said.

We sat at the table and chatted while the coffee was brewing. She told me she hadn't slept well, probably because of her new surroundings. She had heard me moving about in the kitchen and thought it might be Lori.

Lori was still asleep, as were the kids. It gave me an opportunity to chat with Aimee and she seemed like a very nice person. I hadn't even realized my lack of clothing until I caught Aimee staring at my chest from across the table. I was going to have to be more careful. I was not used to having another sexy female in the house.

The coffee was done so I got up and poured us each a cup. I set mine down and left briefly to get a shirt. I returned a few minutes later and sat back down.

"Were you feeling a little naked?' she asked.

I was startled by the question but I laughingly told her I wasn't. She told me that she admired my muscular chest and flat stomach. I quickly changed the subject and we began to go in another direction with our small talk. I must admit that I was made a bit nervous by those twin peaks pressing against the shirt she had on. The girl did have a perfect body.

Several weeks went by and the living arrangements appeared to be going along just fine. My wife had a friend to spend her free time with during the day and we had a built-in babysitter for our occasional night out. Lori seemed so upbeat all the time and I realized that maybe she had needed a best friend around. It was something that was lacking since the children came along. Often times, she would go downstairs to Aimee's to watch television or play some cards just to unwind. At least that was what she told me that they were doing.

It seems that there was more going on down there than watching television. One particular evening, I overheard some moaning noises coming through the heating vent in the living room. The room is located above the bedroom where Aimee sleeps. I turned down the sound on the football game I had been watching so I could listen to the noises from below. I moved closer to the vent and heard my wife's familiar moans. I listened to my wife telling Aimee to fuck her with her tongue. I was shocked but I stayed there listening to each of them getting off as they took turns giving pleasure to each other. I was getting turned on by the two of them, seemingly lost in their pleasure, wishing I could see it, rather than just hearing it. This went on for at least an hour. I was standing there with a raging hard-on, stroking as I listened to their blissful moans. After each of them experienced what seemed like countless noisy orgasms, I heard Lori tell Aimee that she had better get back upstairs.

My mind was racing, wondering what I was going do or say. Stuffing my fully erect dick back into my pants, I zipped my fly shut. I decided not to mention what I had heard. After all, Aimee was just another sex toy of sorts, albeit a live one. That thought process seemed to be the only way I could deal with the situation at the time.

I heard Lori coming up the stairs so I sat back down on the couch, acting like I had been watching the game. She poked her head in the doorway and told me she was going to bed. I soon turned off the television and followed her to the bedroom, turning off the lights as I went along.

She was already lying in bed when I got to the room so I climbed in next to her. Her back was towards me so I slid my arm around her. I cupped her breast with my hand and held her as she fell asleep. My mind was still racing with the thoughts of what I had overheard. My wife was bisexual! My cock was still as hard as it could get. Thinking that my wife's mouth was just pleasuring another woman's pussy was a mind-blowing revelation. It took a while, but I was finally able to fall asleep.

I was awakened early next morning by a stirring in my groin. I opened my eyes to see Lori sucking on my half-erect cock. She was kneeling on the bed and her tongue was licking its length. As she took it in her mouth, I watched intently as it grew to its full size between her lips. She looked me in the eye and smiled as her mouth began its descent down its length. I moaned in pleasure as she began to suck in earnest. She gripped my shaft and stroked it as her head bobbed up and down feverishly. Soon, I was raising my hips to meet her eager mouth. My orgasm built up quickly and my body stiffened. The release was extremely intense. I shot my load into her waiting mouth as she continued her stroking and sucking. I sent several very powerful streams of hot cum into her mouth before my orgasm began to subside. Totally spent, my hips relaxed back down onto the bed. She swallowed every drop of cum as her head followed my every movement. I watched as she slowly released my cock from her hot mouth. She then licked my balls and lovingly traced long, slender tongue along the length of my cock, cleansing any trace of residue.

She then arose from the bed, bending down to kiss me on the forehead (I obviously hadn't brushed my teeth yet). Standing over me, she smiled and without exchanging a word, turned and walked out of the room.

I assumed that the two of them had been having sex with regularity. It seemed that as time went on, they took advantage of the times when I was at home because Lori knew that I could tend the children if the need arose. I am sure that they had no idea that I knew of virtually every tryst the two of them had, at least those while I was at the house.

I wasn't about to let on that I knew anything because I was getting my share of great sex also. I don't know if Lori was feeling some guilt but I was getting laid a lot more often. She seemed to enjoy giving me oral sex much more often than she had in the past. She was an expert at that.

Aimee: It had been a couple of months since I had moved into Lori and Carl's house and I still had not told Lori the real reason that Danny had thrown me out. I knew all along, in the back of my mind, that having a fling with Andrea was going to jeopardize my relationship with Danny. As it turned out, it did.

Danny had left for work early one morning and I stayed in bed. I had the day off and was feeling somewhat horny. Lying there in bed, I started thinking about Andrea. As thoughts of her face buried in my pussy raced through my mind, I began playing with my nipples. My teasing fingertips traced around them and I watched as they hardened and began to swell. They were soon jutting straight out and straining against the thin fabric of my nightshirt. 

It wasn't long before my hand found its way under the waistband of my panties. My fingers parted my pussy lips and soon afterward I was having a sweet orgasm. As is the case most times when I masturbate, it was just enough to leave me wanting more.

I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make coffee. I prepared a cup of instant and sat down at the desk to check my emails. After logging on to my computer, I found Andrea was on-line. Being a bit mischievous, I typed "cum over" into the instant message box and sent it. She sent a message back that she would be over in an hour. Immediately, I felt a twinge between my legs as the excitement ran through my body. I logged off and went to take a shower.

She arrived at the apartment right on time. The doorbell rang an hour later. I let her in and took her hand, leading her to the bedroom. Shortly afterwards, we were locked in a sixty-nine position with me on top. We were both getting pretty worked up and were getting quite vocal with our moans and groans. They were loud enough, in fact, that neither of us heard Danny come into the room.

"Having fun girls?"

I looked around and saw him standing there. I froze for a moment before I could say anything. Andrea never moved her head from between my legs, as though she was hiding.

"What are you doing home?" I asked.

It was a pretty stupid question considering the position he had just found us in.

"Don't let me stop you." He continued. "I think I'll just watch for a while."

I thought about it for a few seconds then I turned back to pleasuring my friend with my mouth. I was just easier to hide my face in her pussy than to try to explain anything to him at that time. I suddenly felt excited to put on a show for Danny and I was going to give him one to remember. Andrea hesitated briefly but she resumed her unrelenting tongue thrashing of my pussy. The oral pleasure had been going strong for maybe ten minutes when I felt Danny climb onto the bed behind me. I felt him rub the head of his cock on my ass so I lifted up so he could enter me from behind. He dragged his hard cock along the folds of my pussy and upon finding the opening, plunged it deeply into my wet hole. He began fucking me with long, hard strokes. It was a rough fuck to be sure but I was really enjoying the all-out battering his cock was giving me. Andrea was still lying under me as all of this was going on. She must have been seeing quite a show with all of this pounding going on right above her face. The pleasure his cock was giving me caused me to forget about tending to Andrea. I was building to my climax when he suddenly pulled out his cock. I soon felt the first blast of his hot cum hit my ass. Andrea jerked below as he released the rest of his load onto her face. We all remained quite still as he finished his orgasm.

When he was finished, he rose from the bed and began to get dressed. I looked over at him and he had an odd look on his face. He then told me he was going out for an hour or so and that by the time he came back, I was to be gone.

"Are you throwing me out?"

"You are as good as gone, baby." He went on to tell me that he wasn't going to live with a lesbian whore. I tried to plead with him as I followed him to the door. I was crying hysterically as he told me that there was no way this could be worked out. I was to pack my things and be out today. He was not going to live with a "lesbian slut" any longer.

He went out the door and I returned to the bedroom where I found Aimee wiping Danny's jizz from her face, neck and breasts. I was crying and Aimee tried to comfort me. I settled down long enough for us to put our clothes back on. She helped me gather some things to pack and continued to try, unsuccessfully, to console me. She went home a short while later. I know she felt terrible for me.




Carl and Lorie and Andrea



After she left, I called Lori. I needed someone to talk to and I had no place to go. Being the friend she is, Lori invited me over to her place. I packed the car with my meager belongings and drove over to her house.

Needless to say, Lori was there for me. She held me as I told her that Danny and I had a fight over something stupid and our relationship was over. She was comforting me in my time of need when suddenly, the comforting turned into something much more. We had our first kiss and one thing led to another. Sex with Lori was hard to describe. I was feeling so much more, emotionally, than I had ever felt with anyone else. Our lovemaking felt so natural. This wasn't just sex like in the past, it was a migration of souls. I didn't know if I was rebounding from my breakup with Danny or if I was really falling in love with Lori.

As time went on, we found it difficult to maintain the kind of relationship that we both wanted. There was no doubt that Lori loved Carl, her children, and her home so much that she was not yet willing to give them up. It was going to take some time for her to sort these things out. I was willing to give her that time rather than risk losing my relationship with her.

It was becoming a difficult balancing act for Lori. On one hand, she wanted me, and on the other she wanted Carl. She was having sex with both of us on a regular basis. I am sure it was hard on her, having to keep the both of us sexually satisfied. On many occasions, she would make love to me, go upstairs, and make love to Carl. She seemed to handle it quite well but I would have thought that it was taking a toll on her. When it came to sex, she had a difficult time saying no to either Carl or me. In order to keep the peace in the household, she would try extra hard to make sure that Carl and I were sexually satisfied. This meant she was spending an inordinate amount of time pleasuring or being pleasured. All that sex didn't seem to bother her. She easily satisfied my sexual demands as well as Carl's and thoroughly enjoyed herself at the same time. She seemed to relish the attention she was getting and the sexual satisfaction as well.

On many occasions, when we worked together, we would go into the dressing room to gather the garments to put away. Acting like a couple of schoolgirls discovering sex for the first time, we would steal kisses and a bit more, teasing each other with our mouths and fingers. Having her hand down my pants was as natural as having my own down there. At times, after teasing each other throughout an entire shift, we would make each other cum easily just using a finger or two while as the customers were looking through the clothing just outside the dressing room door. It was difficult keeping quiet while we fooled around but we became pretty decent at having silent orgasms. At times we became other so worked up that, as soon as we got back to the house, she would go to directly to my room and we would have a quick love making session before she would even go upstairs to her family.

Lori: After a period of time, I was beginning to wear down from the every day demands of the family life and the sexual demands of Carl and Aimee. It seemed like I wasn't getting any time alone any more. I was trying hard to please everyone but it was becoming more and more difficult.

Then one day, while I was driving us home after work, Aimee made a comment that would change everything.

"I need a cock," she said. She just blurted it right out. "I need a cock so bad, I can taste it" she went on to say.

"Am I not pleasing you?" I asked her.

"You please me very much" she continued "but, I need a good, hard fucking and I know you can't give it to me. If I don't get it soon, I feel like I am going to explode."

I totally understood what she meant. I was getting fucked regularly and I know what I would have felt like if I didn't get any of Carl's hard cock. The oral sex is great but nothing satisfies as much as having a hard rod pounding away at my pussy.

"Carl will fuck you." I blurted out without hesitation.

There was a period of silence as the thought of what I had said sunk in. I had just offered my husband's services to this beautiful young girl who needed fucked. My mind raced with thoughts of Carl fucking Aimee. It was exciting me in an odd sort of way.

After what seemed like an eternity, she asked me if I would really let her fuck my husband. I thought about it and told her that I would. She needed it and I understood. It was just going to be a matter of how we were going to do it.

A short while later, we arrived at home. We entered through the basement apartment and I kissed Aimee lovingly on the mouth before heading upstairs. I was trembling at the thought of asking my husband to screw my closest friend but I had to do it or risk Aimee finding someone else to satisfy her needs. This, to me, was a better option and I was willing to risk it.

Carl was in bed sleeping when I reached the bedroom. I walked over to him and kissed him gently on the forehead. He stirred as I stood up and he opened his eyes. He smiled up at me and asked if I was coming to bed. I bent down and kissed him deeply on the mouth as I slid my hand under the blanket and to his crotch. There, I found his fully erect cock. He sighed as my fingers brushed lightly along its length. He wanted sex and he was about to get it.

I stood up and told him to hold that thought. I was going to check on the children and I would be right back.

I left the room and checked on the children who were both fast asleep. I then went downstairs where I found Aimee just getting into bed. She had her vibrator in her hand and was completely naked except for her panties. She looked so damn sexy.

I took her by the hand and told her to put her toy away as she wasn't going to need it. I kissed her on the mouth and told her that it was now or never. I felt the moment was right for her to join us and with Carl being so horny; there could be no doubt that he was going to go along with it. I would have to deal with any consequences later.

I led her up the stairs, still holding her hand. As we reached the bedroom door, we looked at each other as though to say "Here goes." And we entered the room together. I closed the door behind me and we turned towards the bed. The only light in the room was from a small nightlight in the corner but our outlines were clearly visible as we approached the bed.

I knelt down on the floor and leaned over, kissing him deeply. Not a word was spoken by anyone as my hand slid the blanket down exposing his now-heaving chest. I am sure that he knew what he was in for as I could feel his heart racing as my hand caressed his chest and we continued to kiss.

I motioned for Aimee to remove the blanket and she bent down do so. She was kneeling next to me, still in her panties, as his hard cock became exposed. I stood up and began undressing as I watched Aimee take Carl's hardened member in her hand. I continued undressing as she looked up at me. I nodded my approval and she moved her face closer to her object of desire. I had finished undressing and was ready for some action of my own. In order to alleviate any uneasiness, I turned towards Aimee and threw my leg up over my husband's prone body and lowered my pussy to his face. He began to lick eagerly as Aimee's tongue traced the length of his cock. I watched as she gently sucked the head into her mouth. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to thoroughly enjoy the sensations she was getting from having his cock between her lips. Aimee stroked his cock a few times with her hand then began to lower her head further down the shaft. She was moaning softly as she began to slide her head up and down along its length. I could hear my husband's muffled moans in response to her actions. She was definitely an experienced cocksucker. 

Aimee stood up and without missing a single stoke of his cock with her mouth, she turned her ass in my direction. She was positioning herself so I could easily reach her sex with my hand. I caressed her perfectly proportioned backside and proceeded to slide her panties down. My husband's tongue was beginning to cause a real stir in my genitals and I moaned my approval as I was reaching down to help Aimee step out of her panties.

Aimee's wet pussy was now within easy reach. I slid my fingers along the folds and brushed her clit with my fingertips. She let out a loud moan as she continued her oral onslaught on Carl's glistening cock. I continued stroking her pussy and she moved her ass in time with my fingers. Sliding a finger inside her wetness, she pushed back hard to meet it. I had to stop as I was reaching my orgasm. Gently sucking Aimee's wetness from my fingers, she smiled up at me. She winked as she continued sliding her lips slowly up and down his rod. She watched as my body stiffened, followed by a powerful orgasm. My body twitched uncontrollably as the waves of pleasure overtook me. Watching my friend sucking my husbands cock had a huge impact on the depth and strength of my mind-rattling orgasm.

After regaining my senses, I leaned down to get a taste of his cock also. Aimee moved her tongues attention to his balls as I took his cock into my mouth. I lowered my head down the shaft and back up again only to find Aimee's tongue following my mouth up its length. Our tongues met at his cock head and we kissed deeply. I am sure that Carl didn't see the kiss because my entire body was blocking his view.

I rose up and felt my husband's tongue working my pussy again. Aimee climbed up on the bed and straddled Carl's hips. She took his cock in her hand and rubbed it back and forth along the folds of her pussy lips. Slowly she lowered herself onto it. I watched as his cock slowly disappeared. I glanced at her face and saw the intense pleasure in her facial expressions. I then climbed off of the bed and stood back to watch. 

With me out of the way, Carl reached for Aimee's breasts. He gently caressed them and teased her nipples with his fingertips as she slid her pussy up and down on his swollen member. Aimee began picking up the pace of the fucking and was moaning loudly. I could see that Carl was getting closer to orgasm. To be honest, I am surprised that he had held out this long. Aimee was now bouncing up and down wildly and I could see that she was getting close also. I was getting so turned on by their actions that without even realizing it, I had been stroking my clit it rhythm with their fucking. 

All of sudden, Aimee let out a loud grunt and her body shook. She was looking up with her eyes closed and I could see in the dim light that she was twitching uncontrollably. Just then, my husband let out a soft moan as he shot his hot load into Aimee's waiting pussy. She fell forward against his chest and they both just lay there silent. The only sound was the heavy breathing that follows a hot, heavy sex session.

I had been watching them so intently; I didn't realize that I had reached the point of no return. A few more strokes with my fingers and I reached another incredible orgasm. After my orgasm subsided, I returned to the bed and lay down as Aimee rolled off of Carl.

The three of us were lying on the bed, Aimee in the middle. Still, nothing had been said between any of us. In a strange sort of way, it felt so natural. I could see clearly the glistening of Carl's cock. There was a puddle of his cum around its base. When I saw it, I know I wanted it. I crawled over Aimee who was still recovering from her orgasm and began slowly and methodically licking up every drop of his man juice. He watched me clean his cock with my tongue and finally, he spoke.

"Aren't you going to lick Aimee clean?"

I looked at him, somewhat stunned, and he had a big smile on his face.

Without a word, I positioned myself between Aimee's legs and lowered my face to her cum-drenched pussy. She positioned herself so that I would have unimpeded access. I began licking, slowly and deliberately at first and then to a more urgent tongue-lashing. I could taste the mixture of Carl's cum and Aimee's moistness as I licked up every drop Aimee began to moan so I just continued what now comes naturally. It seemed like just a few minutes and she was having spasms of pleasure. I looked up at Carl and he smiled as he traced Aimee's breasts with his fingertips.

Her heavy breathing subsided and she muttered, "That was incredible."

It was.

Carl: Too much of a good thing is not good. Incredible sex with two incredibly sexy, beautiful women is the ultimate sexual experience. Our love triangle lasted about a year when, I found out that Lori and Aimee had expanded their horizons. Apparently, I wasn't what they needed at the end of the day.

Lori and Aimee moved out and took up residence with Andrea. It seems that they are strictly lesbian lovers and unfortunately, I can't help them in that department. I miss the amazing sex. But most of all, I miss Lori.

We share custody of the children. It is quite lonely around here sometimes although I have gotten used to it. I still get laid once in while but it isn't the same without Lori and Aimee.

I want Lori to be happy. When I make an issue of her being a lesbian she tells me to find a boyfriend. "You might like it." She would say. I can't say that I haven't thought about it. Maybe someday I will try it, you never know. That might be another story altogether.