2 comments/ 71409 views/ 2 favorites Travel Nurse By: palles I found myself in a strange city 2000 miles away from home. I am a travel nurse, doing my part to offset the nursing shortage in California. The job pays very well and living in a city like San Francisco only blocks from Fisherman’s Wharf makes every day off a vacation. There is a downside to this lifestyle. Coming into the 5th week of a “4 week” contract, working 12 hour shifts 5 days a week, was taking its toll on me. Moreover, I missed my husband. Sure cell phones with “free long distance” and the internet and web cams helped us keep in touch. But in some ways it made things worse. The three hour time difference between the west coast and Columbia, SC, greatly decreased the amount of time we could talk. We had tried “phone sex” and “cyber sex.” But I missed our bi-weekly hour long love making sessions we had had for the past 7 years. I like sex, but I only “need it” a couple times a week. My husband would like it every day, but contrary to popular belief, not all nurses are super-sexed nymphomaniacs. But when I say I “need sex” I really “need sex.” I was a bit overdue and the phone sex and cyber sex were only making things worse. When I had left for San Francisco, I promised my husband that he had nothing to worry about. I meant it. I am old fashioned and I fully intended to keep my marriage vows. My husband was not helping things. He had told me before I left that he understood that women have needs too and that if I saw somebody that turned me on, I could “go for it.” As long as I told him about it when I got home. In fact, part of me believed that this whole “hey honey look at this great money making opportunity” was a scam to open the door to the “swinging” lifestyle that his “seven year itch” was pulling him towards, a lifestyle that I did not understand and frankly was not attractive to me. This time, when the phone rang and my husband started in with the whole “your in the most exciting city in America, go out and have some fun” response to my complaints. I said “fine, I’ll go out, but don’t complain when you get what you are asking for.” With that I turned on the web cam so he would see me start getting ready. I put on my make-up, primped up my hair, and put on my clothes, minus my panties. I did all this, not because I wanted to fuck anybody, but to hopefully give my hubbie a dose of fear, to shock him into realizing that he was playing with fire. Sure he talked a big game, but I knew that the old green jealousy monster would be setting on his shoulder, gnawing at his ego, driving him nuts with anticipation that maybe his “good girl, had in fact gone bad.” Maybe I would still be as horney in the morning, but maybe he would cut back on the pressure that was making being apart even harder on me. It was now 10:30 PM, which meant that I had about 90 minutes until my roommate returned to the room. She worked days and I worked nights, so I really did not mind having to share a room. The few times that our paths had crossed on her days off while I was sleeping, she had made it a point to be out of the room so I could sleep. I figured that I could go down to the lounge and have a couple drinks before she got back. I terminated the video session and once again called my husband. It was 1:30 AM eastern time. So even with only being out for a short while, hubbie would not be getting to sleep until 3:30 or 4:00 wondering, if not fanaticizing about what I was doing! I told him not to worry, hung up and headed out the door and down the elevator to the lounge. As I entered the lounge, I was surprised at the number of people at the booths and the bar. Scanning the room, I quickly recognized a couple of travel nurses sitting on bar stools. I was relieved as I walked over to them. We chatted for a while, one drink turned into two. I was starting to feel the buzz as two men at a booth started to flirt “long distance” with me and the other 3 nurses at the bar. Soon half of the quartet excused themselves and not wanting to abandon the remaining gal at the bar, I stayed. Before long, we found ourselves with one man on either side offering to buy us a drink. We chatted as the time slipped away. It turned out that both men were married and in town for some kind of sales convention. The man sitting next to my new friend had an early flight out the next morning and a guilty conscious, so before long he excused himself. Now it was the three of us, and before long, the other nurse mouthed the words that I honestly had not wanted to hear “I’ve got to work in the morning” she said as she stood and excused herself. I could not believe my eyes and ears! I had stayed, so she would not be thrown to the proverbial “wolves.” Now, she was cutting out on me! My heart raced as I looked at my watch and noticed the time. It was nearly 1 AM. Unlike Cinderella at the ball, I had missed the midnight coach. I was at the mercy of a “prince” who was more like a horny toad. While the younger man had had a conscious, this man was of the other ilk, he was as eager to get laid as I was to remain true to my husband. Just as all hope for maintaining my fidelity was fading, and the very real possibility of being another “date rape” statistic was looming on the horizon, I heard a somewhat familiar voice. “Hey roomie!” It was Nancy, the other travel nurse “I wondered if you might be down here.” She smiled sweetly. I introduced her to Tom, and we soon escaped to the bathroom where I thanked her, she informed me that my husband had called, and I gave a “report” on the situation, all in a matter of three minutes. Nancy was single, had no time for married men who would cheat on their wife and lots of experience in the dating scene. “Follow my lead” she said as she winked and turned. I trailed behind her like a lost dog. She soon manipulated him into inviting us to his room. I’m sure that visions of having sex with two women at once were dancing in his head. Nancy was a master at the art of flirting, of saying things that could mean whatever the other person wanted to hear. He closed the door to his room. Nancy unbuttoned a couple of her shirt buttons. A few winks and nods had him shirtless and an invitation to take a shower had him naked. Being an ICU nurse, I had seen more than my share of naked men. But my husband had been the only man I had fucked and one of the few I had seen naked in a sexual way. My husband is an “average” guy and that extends to nearly every aspect of his being, including his 6” penis. I’m sure I must have let out an audible gasp as I caught a glimpse of what must have been, while semi erect a 10” piece of man meat. I was not sure if it was the booze or the pressure of my husband, but for what seemed like an hour, but must have been only a matter of seconds, I had serious thoughts of an evening of wild abandon. A fire flashed from my brain to my pussy. John headed for the shower and when Nancy heard him say “you all can come in the water is great.” She stood up, pulled me buy the hand and rushed me out the door, into the hallway and we ran like school-girls, giggling, to the elevators. Once inside the elevator, as the door slid closed, I blurted out “did you see the size of that thing?” “What thing?” Nancy said with a wry smile. “What thing? What thing? Oh my god, in 8 years of nursing I have never seen one that big!” I said refusing to utter the word, “cock, dick or even penis” lest invoking the words would transport me back to the room and into the arms of another man. “Aw, that was nothing” Nancy said “You should see my boyfriend!” She continued “Doesn’t your husband have a big cock?” “Big enough, but nothing like that monster.” I said, sort of honestly. With that the bell rang and the door slid open. Our room was on the 3rd floor, we had gone from the man’s room on the second, to the 4th, just to make sure that he had not followed us to the elevator and watched the lights to reveal our floor. We switched elevators and returned to the third, by the time we had reached our room, my pulse was racing, my heart was pounding, and I was on edge. “Thanks for coming to my rescue” then after a short pause I continued “I think!” “Must be hard to be married” Nancy mused. “Up until tonight, it’s not been” I laughed, half kidding, half wishing that somehow I had taken advantage of the “Free pass” my husband had given me. “Let’s get ready for bed.” Nancy suggested. “Oh, I’m sorry, you must be beat” I replied. As I said before, up until tonight, our paths had crossed only a few times. But neither of us had to work the next day. I walked into the bathroom, turned on the water and got undressed. I had just stepped into the shower, when once again, I heard Nancy’s voice. “I have to pee.” She said. I had peed less than 30 minutes before when we were exchanging notes in the lounge’s lady’s room. “Come in” I yelled over the water. The water cascaded down my back and I was lost in a world of wonderment only to be brought back to reality once again by Nancy’s voice. “Need somebody to wash your hair?” I looked through the glass door too see the blurry naked body of my newest “best friend.” She is somewhat taller than I am, standing a slender 5”8” to my 5”6.” My breasts are a modest “B” cup, and my hair is brown. “That would be nice” I confessed. The door slid open revealing that her breasts were as large as they looked through her sweater and they were real. She was a large “C” cup. Her body was toned and tan. Her nipples were large and long, thicker than a pencil. Her areolas were still pink. And what I had heard my husband call “puffies.” Her pussy was neatly trimmed into a thin wisp of hair running from her panty line to the top of her slit. I turned to face the water. It was pouring onto my breasts, as I felt her hands massage the shampoo into my hair. She took her time and once again, my mind raced back to the glimpse of the massive cock I had seen only moments ago. I felt an urge to jump out of the shower, grab my robe and race back to his room and beg him to fuck me. My eyes tightly closed so as to prevent the shampoo from running into my eyes. “Rinse” Nancy commanded and once again I was shocked back into reality. I turned, now facing Nancy, backed up, tilted my head and allowed the shower to flush the suds from my flowing locks. “Now the conditioner,” Again I responded by turning my back to her and moving back a step. She applied the conditioner to my hair. “Let me wash your back.” I nodded and a moment latter, her lathered hands were massaging my back, my shoulders, and my sides. Her fingers would move close to breast tissue on the side, and always stop short. The liquor, the naked man, the sex talk from my husband with only my fingers to satisfy my carnal urges, had brought me to the point that I could no longer contain my lusts. I felt like crying. I felt like turning around and forcing her hands to my crotch. But I stood there and moaned. I said that before I was married, I had never been with another man. That is true, but what I had not said, and is just as true is that while in college, I had fooled around with a few girls. Nothing major, I had kissed a few. One had even gone down on me, but mostly just cuddling and “spooning” to still the need for human contact and preserve my virginity. I never considered myself to be a lesbian or even bisexual. It was cocks that turn me on, but every girl has her breaking point, and I was fast approaching mine. “Now rinse and you do me.” Nancy once again took control. I obeyed and resisted the urge to raise the stakes by washing her breast and near hairless pussy. The shower ended with me being hornier than before, It was now close to 2 AM. Nancy left the room before I and I entered the room to see the message light flashing in the dim room. My husband must have called again. “You can call him in the morning” Nancy said. She was in bed with the blanket turned down. My bed was closest to the window and farthest away from the bathroom. She patted the bare side of the sheet and smiled. “I have something to show you.” She said. As I sat down, she reached under the covers and pulled out two vibrators. One the size of my husband, the other the size of the man I had been lusting after. I had heard nurses talking about using vibrators during down time at the nurses’ station in the middle of the night. But I had never seen one, much less considered using one. My eyes widened as I analyzed the larger sex toy. I had been wondering what his cock would have done to my pussy, and here was an opportunity to find out and still remain true to my husband. “Are you as horney as I am?” Nancy whispered. I was horney. I was drunk. I was tired. I was curious, and my pussy was on fire. I pulled my legs up onto the bed and under the covers. Nancy was on her side. I looked at her eyes and then her lips. It has been a long time since I had felt the tender kiss of a woman. She took my cue and moved to meet my lips. She had full “pouty” lips. They were soft. They were warm. She kissed me once lightly, and then again. On the third pass, I opened my lips and let her tongue into my mouth and sucked on it as she darted around exploring my teeth and inner cheek. I could not stand the pressure any longer. In my mind it was like my senior year in college when my roommate and I held each other after a night of petting with our boyfriends, eager to both fulfill our passions and retain our hymens. I reached for her breasts. My fingers parted as my hand slid up so that her large nipple was between my digits. I squeezed gently on her firm breasts. She continued to kiss me as I massaged her right breast as she lay on her left side. I needed more. It had been forever since I had been with anybody other than my husband. I had committed to not fucking anybody else, but this was something that I hand not even considered would ever happen again. My mind whirled, I was being sucked into my passions and my thoughts slipped away as the feelings overwhelmed me. My pussy was so wet, I could not stand it. As Nancy pulled away, I heard myself ask “can I borrow it?” She reached down and held up the smaller of the two plastic penises. “No, please, can I try the other one?” The words flowed out without passing through my mind. She smiled and passed me the toy. I moved it to my waiting pussy. I pushed it between my legs. As it stretched my lips and the head entered, I moaned. “Twist the end” Nancy said. I couldn’t respond. I just moaned. “You have to turn it on.” She said as she reached down between my thighs and with a quick twist of her wrist she activated the device. I shook as I exploded into a full body orgasm. I pushed the dildo as far in as it would go, and cried out as I came again, “Oh god, oh god.” My body quivered, my hips were trusting, my bottom lifted off the bed, my shoulders tilted back. As I moved the toy in and out of my pussy, I came and came again. I pulled it out and shuddered. Nancy was now on top of me, her mound pressing on mine. Her breasts on mine, her mouth on mine, we kissed. I came again and again. I have no idea how long we made out. At some point Nancy rolled off me. The last thing I remember was hearing her breathing deepen as she used the smaller vibrator as I lay next to her on my side with my hands on her breasts. The next thing I new it was morning. I woke with her arm over my chest. I lay there for a while. The phone rang at about 9:00 AM. Nancy rolled over and answered it. “It’s for you.” She smiled. “Hello honey” my husband said “didn’t you get my message?” “Honestly, it was so late when we got back last night that I didn’t want to wake you.” I said honestly. “So, did you meet any guys last night?” He prodded. “Just one, but he was a jerk.” I answered. “So did you fuck the jerk?” He said, taunting me. “No, did you really want me too?” I said with “that tone” in my voice. “Oh, honey, don’t be like that!” He chided. “Look, it’s early here, we didn’t get back until late, and I’m tired, I’m sorry.” I said. “SO what did you do?” He quizzed, not getting the not to subtle hint. “Just girl stuff” I said. “Oh” I could hear the disappointed tone in his voice. “I’ll let you go, call me later when you are up to talking.” He said “I love you.” “I love you too” I said was I hung up. “We’re up now” Nancy said “Are you ok?” “Well, I’m a little sore, other than that I’m fine.” I said honestly “Do you want to get some breakfast?” The hotel offered a free hot breakfast bar, that was not the best food, but suitable and much cheaper than a breakfast at one of the tourist traps. “Sure, I have to keep my strength up after all the energy I expended last night” I laughed. We pulled on sweat pants and put our hair up. When we got to the hotel lobby and started through line, Nancy poked me in the ribs. “There’s our buddy.” She said nodding. John was sitting at a table with his friend from the night before. His eyes fixed on us and then turned away. I’m sure that had he been younger or not with his friend he would have had some choice words for us. But under the circumstances, confronting us would betray him to his friend. I noticed him pointing at us and smiling. Not doubt he was settling for telling a story which involved a night long three-way with us. We took our plates back to the room. The rest of the day was spent sight seeing in San Francisco. I took a nap from 5 PM to 10 PM before going to work. This time we kissed, cuddled and masturbated with our fingers, before falling asleep in each others arms. The rest of the week we communicated by notes and brief phone calls as we returned to our alternating shifts. Since then we have traveled to Vegas, New Orleans, and Denver. Nancy and I no longer work alternating shifts. When I return home I enjoy fucking my husband. He insists on quizzing me about fucking other guys. He comments on how I am able to go “without sex” for 4 weeks at a time. I say it’s hard but it is a sacrifice I am willing to make. After a week at home, it’s off to another city. I love my husband. I love my work. I love my buddy. Sometimes we replay our first pick with other married men. Sometimes we just spend quite evenings together. I have found a lifestyle that works for me. My husband has all the time he needs to build his law practice. I know that someday things will change. I will settle down and stay at home. Perhaps Nancy will want to move to South Carolina, who knows, I’m willing to live one day at a time. Travel Nurse Everybody loves surprises, most of the time. But I didn't care much for the surprise I got when I visited my wife in the town where she was working as a critical-care nurse. At least I didn't at first. Anyway, here's my story, and you can decide for yourself whether I did the right thing or the wrong thing, whether you would have done as I did or done something else. This all started about a year and a half ago when the hospital where Tracy was working at the time decided to kill the messenger. Tracy is an RN, and a good one. Her specialty is critical care, and over the course of her 23 years as a nurse, she's done it all – ICU, CCU, ER – but she had spent the last 12 years there in ICU, on the night shift at the large regional hospital in the Southern town where we've made our home for years. She loves her work, but this hospital is the poster child for a top-heavy, unresponsive bureaucracy. The administration is willfully ignorant of what is really needed for quality patient care, and its only real concern is its financial bottom line. Nevertheless, for five years, the ICU had been run by a compassionate nurse manager who cared about the nurses under her guidance and who fought for everything she could to make their job easier. However, she carried that a little too far when she honestly answered the hospital's annual questionnaire about ways to improve patient care. The administration didn't want to hear about the hospital's shortcomings, and her "negativity" compelled them to give the choice of quitting or being fired. When Tracy's boss fell on her sword and quit, that was the last straw for Tracy. Having just made 20 years of service at that facility, she could retire with decent (not great) benefits, and that's what she did. Tracy may have "retired" from the hospital, but at (then) age 46 she was in no way ready to quit nursing. About four or five years earlier, during one of her frequent bouts of discontent with the workings of the hospital, Tracy had applied on-line with several travel nurse agencies. Over the years, they had kept in touch offering opportunities at a host of far-flung locations. Now, I don't know what the situation is like in countries that have socialized health care, but the dirty little secret about health care in the United States is that there is a chronic shortage of qualified RNs, particularly in certain locations. If a nurse is willing to relocate for three to six months at a time, hospitals are willing to pay them extremely well, with incredible incentives. Thus, a whole cottage industry has sprung up to put the supply of nurses in touch with the demand of hospitals who need them. Tracy and I talked long and hard about what she wanted to do, where she wanted to go, and we decided that she should explore the traveling option, along with the option of taking a job in a city in our region. At this point, I guess I should tell you a little about Tracy and myself. My name is Patrick – Pat for short – and I'm the same age as Tracy. I'm about as average as they come, not too tall or short, with brown hair now mostly gone silver, thick moustache, and while I could stand to lose a few pounds, I'm still in pretty good shape. Tracy is a dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty with a trim little body that has held up remarkably well. She's still very slender with a healthy pair of breasts that are just slightly bigger than perfect for her frame. We met when we were both in college, and the attraction was immediate and enduring. We were married right after I graduated, when we were both 22, which means we've been married now for 25 years. I've never wanted anyone else, and up until the events I'm about to relate, I didn't think Tracy ever did either. We started our family pretty quickly, as soon as Tracy finished nursing school. We have a 23 year-old daughter who just finished college and is working in a city nearby. We have a 21 year-old daughter who tried college but was burned out on school, so she's working for an electronics retailer and doing well at it. And we have a son who is now 17 and about to start his senior year of high school. Tracy looked at several job offers at hospitals in cities close to our town, and while they were good offers, the pay wasn't up to what she'd been making. I do decently in my job, but we've come to depend on a certain level of income, based on what she was making at the hospital. And once she started getting offers from the travel agencies, it was pretty clear she was going to go that route. She ended up seriously considering three: a hospital in suburban Los Angeles, a medical center in West Virginia and a regional hospital in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. The overall financial package was a little bit better for the one in L.A., but Tracy finally decided she didn't think she could handle California traffic, and West Virginia was clearly behind the other two as far as the money, so she signed on to go to Idaho as an ICU nurse. It was a generous package. For a six-month contract, Tracy got a $7,000 signing bonus, a base salary of $43.50 an hour, plus $4 an hour shift differential for nights, a per diem for housing that added up to $500 a month and she was guaranteed eight hours overtime per week. Her shift was strictly 7 p.m. to 7 a.m. Thursday through Sunday. The only kicker in the deal was that if for any reason she left before the six months were up, she had to give back the bonus. Obviously, she was unable to go up there and personally look the situation over, but she didn't just go up there blind. She made a few phone calls to the nurses in the unit that she would be working in, and called a few doctors up there to get their assessment of the hospital that would be her work place for the next six months. They said it was a good situation, in a beautiful part of the country, but it was remote and they just had trouble enticing nurses from in-state into coming up there. Most of the nurses that came out of the schools in Idaho either wanted to stay in the more populated southern part of the state or they wanted to leave Idaho altogether. Before she left, we set up the financial situation through the agency. She would take her signing bonus and start a bank account in Coeur d'Alene, and that, plus her per diem would provide the bulk of her spending money while she was there. Her paychecks would be directly deposited into our bank here, but she would have a bankcard she could use that would give her access to our account. Tracy's always been pretty frugal with money, so I knew she wouldn't spend extravagantly, and besides, I didn't figure there was much she could blow her money on in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. The timing was right for her to do this. Katherine, our oldest daughter, had just graduated from college the previous December, and there were no major milestones looming that would require her presence. Margaret, our other daughter, was living in a house with three other girls, and Chris, our son, had just gotten his driver's license and didn't have to be chauffeured all over any more. We figured that if she could make a go of travel nursing, then perhaps I could retire and travel with her, after Chris finished high school. My field is one in which I can pretty much find part-time work anywhere and I liked the idea of moving about the country and spending time with my wife in places I'd never been. Nevertheless, we knew the separation that first time would be difficult. We just never dreamed it would be as tough as it was. Tracy was scheduled to start work on April 10, so she packed up her car on April 1 and with tears in both of our eyes, she took off for Idaho. It took her four days to get up there, and she called every night on the way. Once she got up there, she began to get acclimated, went through the orientation process and found a place to live. She was lucky, she said, to find another nurse there who had an apartment already rented and needed someone to share expenses. This was a slightly younger woman named Callie, who was from California. The first six weeks were awful. We had never been apart for any length of time, and it was killing us. Or, at least it was killing me. After three weeks, I finally had to resort to masturbating because I was so horny. I didn't do it very often, but I did do it about once every couple of weeks. Tracy and I have always had a very active sex life, and we are very adventurous as far as what we do together. Part of that includes some rather wild and crazy fantasies that we've shared with each other, and some mild role-playing. I'm not sure when I began to notice that things were ... different. It wasn't anything I could put my finger on, but there was just something that wasn't right about the way she was talking to me on the phone – when I could get her on the phone. At first, we talked every day whether she was off or not. Then we agreed that we would alternate days. I'd call her one day; she'd call the next. That worked until early June, when she missed a day. It was a Thursday, her first day back to work after her three days off, but she still should have called. I'll be honest, I didn't notice it until 9 o'clock that night, and by then she was already at work. For about a week before that, I'd sometimes call and she'd answer the phone – after it had rung a dozen times or more – and she'd sound a little breathless. And the conversations on those occasions would be pretty terse and awfully brief. I called her the next day, right before I left work for the weekend, and she sounded fine. She apologized for not calling, but never explained why she didn't call. She called the next day, but sounded a little distant, like she had something on her mind. And when I called her the next day, I got her voice mail, an indication that she'd shut her phone off. This went on through the month of June and into July. Some days she'd call on schedule, other days she wouldn't. Sometimes, when I called she'd answer, other times she wouldn't. Sometimes, when we talked she was her old sparkling self, other times she'd be distant, distracted and often breathless. And when we did talk, really talk, she'd go on and on about the beauty of the area, and what a great person this roommate of hers was. They would often take their days off and drive into the mountains or go to the lake. The hospital was wonderful, not at all like what she'd left back here. In short, she appeared to be having the time of her life and I was absolutely miserable. I missed being with my wife, missed being with my best friend, missed being with my lover, and, of course, it being summer in the Deep South, it was oppressively hot. Moreover, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that Tracy was – dare I say it – having an affair. By the end of July, our contacts were down to about once or twice a week, and I knew I had to do something. School was scheduled to start the second week of August, so I knew that if I was going to do anything, it would have to be the week before that. Money was no object, so I decided to pay my wife a surprise visit. I told my boss I needed the week off to go see Tracy and he generously let me change my vacation to that week. I booked a flight to Spokane for the first Monday of August, when I knew Tracy would be off. I had Tracy's address, and I didn't figure Coeur d'Alene was so big that I wouldn't be able to find her place without assistance. I wasn't sure what I expected to find when I got there, but I sure didn't expect what I found. It's not all that easy to fly from Memphis to Spokane and the flight took a good six hours from start to finish. I caught a flight from Memphis to Houston, then from Houston to Seattle and from there to Spokane. The flight from Houston to Seattle encountered a fair amount of turbulence, and I hate to fly anyway, so needless to say, I was a nervous wreck by the time I landed in Spokane. After renting a car, I drove to Coeur d'Alene, and it was about 5 o'clock when I pulled into the motel where I'd reserved a room. I knew that after working the Sunday night-Monday morning shift that Tracy would be asleep until late in the afternoon, but starting around 4 o'clock I started calling, and got her voicemail. I ended up calling four more times before concluding that she had her phone turned off and wasn't going to answer. I called home and told Chris where I was staying and which room I was in, then I forced myself to eat a quick meal at the restaurant adjoining the motel, but I had little appetite. I was nervous with anticipation about seeing Tracy again. It was about 7:30 and darkness had just about settled on the area when I pulled into the apartment complex where Tracy was staying. I saw her car parked there, and one with California plates nearby. I figured out which apartment was hers and saw lights on so I knew she was home. I was excited like a kid on his first date as I went up to the door and rang the doorbell. At first, there was no answer, so I rang the bell again. Still no answer, so I knocked loudly. I was certain they were home, and I couldn't understand why no one was answering the door. Or I didn't until someone did finally come to the door. It had to be this Callie that Tracy had been talking about, and I knew the moment I saw her what she'd been doing. She opened the door, but didn't undo the chain, yet it was enough for me to get a good look at her. She was a very nice-looking honey blonde, a little taller than average and well built. But her hair was wild and tousled, all she was wearing was a flimsy robe that looked like she'd hurriedly thrown on, there was a film of sweat around her neck and upper chest area, and there was a wet ring around her mouth that smelled of pussy. Tracy's pussy. "What do you want?" she said a trifle angrily. Then from the upstairs bedroom, I clearly heard my wife yelling for Callie to, "tell whoever it is that we don't want any and to go away!" It was like I was stuck in cement. My wife was having an affair all right, and her lover was another woman! "Well?" Callie asked again. "Ah, ur, I was looking for Tracy, but I can see she's got more important things to do than to see her husband, so I'll just mosey on back to Mississippi and forget I ever came here," I said, my anger rising with each passing second. I have to say the look on Callie's face was priceless when she realized who I was. Her eyes got real big and her mouth formed a wordless "Oh no." That was the image I carried with me as I turned on my heel and strode briskly back to my rental car. I got in, and I was headed out of the parking lot when I heard Tracy yelling for me to wait. I saw her in the rearview mirror waving frantically for me, but I ignored her. She had apparently thrown on some clothes and was trying to get me to stop. I was in a fog as I drove back to the motel. I don't even remember anything. I parked, went in the room and just stood there. Then I shook myself and swung into action. I figured that was the only way I could deal with the pain of what I'd just learned. I hadn't done much unpacking earlier, so I knew I could get away pretty quickly. I was going to leave Coeur d'Alene forthwith; the less time there the better. I'd drive back to Spokane in the dark in order to be away from that place and be ready for the first flight out. I just about had everything packed and was calling the airline to change my return flight when someone knocked on the door. I didn't answer it at first because I knew it was Tracy. But she knocked again, this time much harder and she called for me to please open the door. So I did. I opened the door and just stood in the doorway looking down at my wife, who had a very guilty look on her face. "May I come in?" she asked. "How did you find me so quickly?" I asked. "I called home and Chris told me where you were staying," she said. "Pat, please, can I come in?" "Why?" I asked back. "I was just leaving. I know when I'm not welcome. I clearly heard you tell me to go away. Or maybe I was hallucinating." "Pat, please, I ... didn't know it was you," she said wearily, and I noticed then that her cheeks were wet from where she'd been crying. Good. I hoped she was hurting right about then. "You didn't bother to find out, either, did you," I said. "You were too busy letting your girlfriend suck your pussy to care who it was." "Pat, please, it's not what you think," she cried. "Please, may I come in and explain what's going on." "Why should I?" I asked again. "I think we can discuss everything we need to right here. Why hide it? I go to a lot of trouble to pay my loving wife a surprise visit – the wife I haven't seen in four months – and I come to find out she's having sex with another woman. I'll bet you're proud of that. Maybe all these other folks would like to hear about it. Hey, everybody, my wife's a lesbian!" "Patrick! Please! You're being childish!" she said. "For God's sake let's talk about this like reasonable adults." And with that she pushed her way past me into the room. "I'm not leaving until I've had a chance to explain what happened," she said. "Fine, you keep the room then," I said. "Hell, invite the whole gay and lesbian community in here for a little orgy. I'm sure in this dipwad town that'll be a big crowd." "Patrick, PLEASE!" she was sobbing now, and she walked up and wrapped her arms around me. "Please?" I gave up then. My anger had about dissipated, leaving me hollow. "OK," I said finally, shutting the door. "I'll listen." I extricated myself from my wife's embrace, walked over and sat down in one of the chairs, but Tracy was pacing nervously, like she was trying to find a way to start. "Pat, believe me, this has nothing to do with my feelings toward you," she said. "I love you and I still want to be your wife ... if you'll have me." "I still love you too, but right now I don't like you very much," I said. "I thought I was ready for this, but that first month was hell," she continued. "I missed you so. I missed all of the little things we always do together, talking to each other, laughing with each other. But most of all I missed holding you and loving you. I missed the human touch, and talking to you on the phone made it worse, if that's possible. I'd talk to you, but then we'd hang up and you weren't there." "OK, you missed me," I said. "I missed you too. That still doesn't explain why you ended up having an affair with your roommate." "I'm getting to that," she said. "Callie and I hit it off immediately. We have the same irreverent attitudes toward a lot of things, we work well together, we like the same kind of music, the same TV shows and we discovered we could talk about things. She's married too, you know." "Oh?" I said. "And how does her husband feel about this little bisexual romp." "He's good with it," Tracy said. "He figures he'd rather see her getting her needs met by another woman who's not going to be a threat to their marriage than from another man who would be." "What difference does it make?" I asked. "You're still having sex with someone outside of our marriage, behind my back. How does gender make it different?" "It just does, at least to us," Tracy said. "I've wanted to tell you, but I just couldn't find the right way to bring it up. And talking to you is like a knife in the gut. I get emotionally wrung out every time we talk. That's why I'm sometimes hard to reach. It's easier just to not answer the phone and not deal with it. Anyway, the apartment is a one-bedroom, because that's really all we can afford. Rents are sky-high here. We're paying $950 a month for a furnished one-bedroom with one bath upstairs and a half-bath downstairs." "That's pretty steep," I conceded. Travel Nurse "Yeah, well it's kind of a tourist area, you know, with the mountains and all," she said. "Well, the first couple of weeks, I slept on the sofa downstairs. I mean, she'd secured the apartment, so I figured she had dibs on the bedroom. I wasn't sleeping well, though, and it was hard on my back. Callie had offered to share the king-size bed from the start, but at first I said no. But after awhile I finally agreed and moved into the bedroom and we started sharing the bed. It took awhile, but I began to notice her looking at me funny, and I started noticing how gorgeous she is, how utterly sexy. Pat, you know, my motor runs pretty high where sex is concerned, and my fingers weren't getting it done. And, I'm sure you also know that I've always been curious about ... sex with another woman. So, it just sort of happened." It was on Memorial Day. They had gone to a festival in the park, drank a few beers, then went to a bar and had a couple of nightcaps. There was electricity in the air when they returned to the apartment. They watched a little television, then Tracy went on to bed. She had on her customary T-shirt and panties as she went to bed, but sleep proved elusive. About a half-hour later, Callie came to bed in her own customary nightclothes, a spaghetti-strap T-shirt and skimpy panties. Tracy lay there unable to sleep, thinking about Pat and getting hornier and hornier. Next to her on the bed, Callie was thinking similar thoughts, except that her thoughts alternated from her own husband to Tracy. She'd been dying to get her hands on the brunette beauty since their first meeting. "Can't sleep?" Callie said, hoping the excitement didn't show in her voice. "Yeah," Tracy said. "I always get so fucking horny when I drink, and I wish like hell my husband were here to put out my fire." Callie decided that was enough of an opening, and rolled onto her side toward Tracy. Before Tracy realized what was happening, Callie slid her left hand between Tracy's legs, slipping two fingers under the gusset of her panties. Tracy was hot and wet, and Callie slid her fingers down the slot and pushed them into Tracy's hot hole. "Callie, don't," Tracy said, but she didn't try to move Callie's hand and Callie made no move to stop. When Callie's thumb rolled up to her clit, a moan of pleasure escaped Tracy's lips. "Please ... don't," Tracy tried again, half-heartedly. "I've never ..." "Shhhhh," Callie said. "You need this. You've been so tense lately. Relax and let it go. Pretend I'm your husband. Pretend it's Pat who's giving you pleasure." "Oh, Jeeeez," Tracy moaned as Callie stepped up the pace with her fingers. As she did, she slid her right arm under Tracy's neck, pulled slightly, and they brought their faces together. Tracy stared into Callie's eyes, saw the hot lust for her that was there and surrendered to the feeling. Their mouths met and they kissed in a wave of emotion. It was like the bursting of a dam that had been holding back their passion. Their tongues met in a fury, and Tracy slid her left hand between Callie's legs to encounter the soaking wet panties. Her fingers delved into the top of Callie's panties and she slipped her fingers between the wet lips. Their moans filled the little bedroom as they worked their fingers in each other's soupy pie, as their mouths clashed in rampant lust. Tracy could feel a tremendous orgasm brewing from the work Callie's fingers were doing, and she barely felt it when Callie momentarily interrupted what she was doing to pull Tracy's T-shirt over her head. Tracy followed suit, and they both got a thrill out of the bounce of the other's breasts. Callie slid Tracy's panties away from her crotch, and Tracy helped by kicking them the rest of the way off. Callie then set about finger-fucking Tracy with hard, fast thrusts, her thumb rolling the swollen clit with authority. At the same time, she bent down to suck Tracy's bullet-like nipples, and Tracy could feel the sizzle of lust working like magic through her body. Tracy was writhing on the bed, grabbing fistfuls of the sheet as her climax swept through her body. She arched her back and cried out as the well of sensations cascaded from one end of her body to the other. She shuddered and jerked as the feelings rolled outward. Finally, she fell back on the bed, panting hard from the exertion of her orgasm. "Wow!" she breathed. "God, I needed that." "Oh, I'm just getting started, girl," Callie said. "I've wanted to do that from the start. I take it you've never been with a woman before?" "No. I've thought about it, fantasized about it, but the opportunity's never come up," Tracy said. "Until now." She rolled Callie onto her back then and set about paying Callie back for the pleasure she'd just gotten. She dropped her head to Callie's chest and sucked, licked and nibbled on Callie's tits, which were just a little bit fuller than her own. At the same time, she slid Callie's panties off and pushed her fingers up the blonde-framed hole. Although she'd never had sex with a woman before, Tracy knew how she liked to be touched, and that's how she touched Callie. Having taken the plunge, she wanted to do it all, and as she briskly fingered Callie's cunt, she licked her way down her stomach until she was staring at Callie's dripping pussy. Nothing was said, but they seemed to instinctively know what to do. They moved onto their sides, with their legs spread and dove right in. Tracy spread open Callie's pussy and licked tentatively up her furrow, and Callie pursed her lips over Tracy's cunt and began to suck and lick with supreme relish. In no time, moans and sloppy licking sounds filled the room as the two women feasted on each other's sex. Callie soon rolled onto her knees, straddling Tracy's head and ground her twitching cunt onto Tracy's voracious mouth. She reached under Tracy's butt and pulled her hips up to better get at Tracy's pussy. Tracy's legs were splayed open wide as she gave herself over to lust. It didn't take long before Callie was jerking and moaning, humping Tracy's face like a madwoman. Tracy just licked and sucked the flow of juice as best she could, and thrust her own hips up to get every benefit of Callie's expertise. Seconds after Callie orgasmed all over Tracy's face, Tracy arched her back and came again. Then she fell back momentarily sated. "I can't say it was the best sex I ever had," Tracy said. "Because what I have with you is always so special, but it was pretty damn good. The next day, Callie brought out her supply of vibrators and dildoes, and we've been fucking and sucking ever since." My eyes were glazed and my cock was throbbing as I digested the story of how Callie had seduced Tracy, and the way she'd said it. And she wasn't done. She looked over at me and our eyes met. A sly smile creased her face as she saw the state I was in. "I can see you liked hearing about it," Tracy said in a sultry tone of voice as she strutted toward me. "You can't hide it. It turns you on to think about me having sex with another woman, doesn't it. I'll bet you'd like to watch us, wouldn't you." I couldn't help it. As hurt as I was, I couldn't deny it. A threesome with another woman had long been one of our hottest, most cherished fantasies, and the thought of actually having it happen had me inflamed with lust. With that, Tracy pulled the T-shirt over her head, revealing her beautiful breasts, with the nipples rock hard. She rolled the nipples between her fingers for a second, then reached down and pulled her shorts down and off. Apparently, she'd dressed and left her apartment in such a rush that she hadn't had time to put on any underwear. She stood in front of me naked; the same vision of lust I'd happily loved for so long. Without a word, she knelt at my feet, undid my jeans and pulled my cock out of its confines. Her hands softly slid up and down the shaft, and her fingers smeared the pre-cum over the crown. She bent her head to my cock and slid her tongue over the shaft, licking up to the crown, then she opened her mouth and took me in, past her lips and into her throat. I just sat back and groaned with lust. The image Tracy had painted of her first lesbian experience had been the spark that had ignited my lust. I'd missed her so much, and had had such little sexual release that I couldn't help being aroused and I couldn't stop her when she took my cock out and began to suck me. And, in truth, you'd have to be a dead man not to respond to one of Tracy's blowjobs. She learned very early how to open her throat and take me in to the root, and when she gets going good, her tongue works like a dervish around the shaft as she bobs her mouth up and down on my dick. Some women give head because they have to, because their men expect it. Tracy does it because she loves doing it, and because she knows I love having her do it. I still couldn't quite get my mind around what she'd done in my absence, but I was so needy that I wasn't going to let it stop me from getting what I wanted. And what I wanted right then was to fuck my wife to within an inch of her life. Suddenly, I gripped Tracy's hair – hard – and pulled her off my cock. We stared at each other, and I think Tracy was a little shaken at what she saw in my eyes. I kicked my pants off, pulled my T-shirt off and pushed her back toward the bed. I threw the covers down, then shoved her onto her back. I was on her like an animal. I got between her legs and thrust my cock into her wet cunt in one screaming plunge, and in seconds I was pounding her pussy hard, like a jackhammer. I reached down and grabbed both tits and squeezed, growling in my lust. I was taking out a lot of my frustrations, a lot of the pain on my wife's helpless body. And Tracy was responding to it. She was keening and moaning, telling me to make her pay, to punish her for being such a bad girl. I bent down and sucked her nipples, biting them just hard enough to make her yelp. Then I slid my mouth up to her neck and sucked up three huge hickeys as I relentlessly pounded my cock in her twitching cunt. As Tracy's body began to lose control and I could feel her climax starting to build, I could feel the crackle of my own orgasm starting to mount in my scrotum. But I wasn't quite ready to come just yet. I got back up on my knees, grabbed her ankles and leaned forward, so that she was bent almost in half, with her feet on either side of her ears. Tracy was pinned to the bed, unable to move, but her velvet cunt was working like a milking machine, her pelvis doing what it could to take the rampant cock that was fucking her hard and give it as much pleasure as possible. Tracy's head was rolling all around and her eyes were tightly shut. She was beyond words, her only sounds a desperate mewling as I pistoned my cock hard and fast in her wet clenching hole. It seemed like her orgasm was coming in slow motion, her body shuddering under me as the spasms wracked her sweat-covered body. "Take it, bitch, take it!" I snarled as my climax began to reach a head. My cock was like a steel shaft as I felt the cum explode from my balls, and with a roar I felt something like barbed wire spew from the end of my cock. Then with a gasp of release, I fell forward and emptied myself of everything I'd had stored in my balls from the past few weeks. Tracy and I clutched at each other as I buried my head in her shoulder and fired off bolt after bolt of steaming hot cum. I let go of her legs and we tumbled slowly back to earth until I was finally drained, physically and emotionally. My wilted cock slid out of Tracy's dilated hole, followed by a thick river of hot cum, and I rolled off my wife. Then something strange happened. We both burst into tears simultaneously. I'm not normally a man who cries. I'm usually a pretty calm person, and I usually keep my emotions under wraps. But I was just so overwhelmed by everything – the long months of separation, the long difficult trip I'd had that day, the sudden discovery of Tracy's relationship with Callie, the emotion-charged sex we'd just had – and it all burst forth in one huge burst of catharsis. "I've missed you so much," I cried. "And ... and ... to find out ..." "I'm sorry, baby," Tracy panted through her own tears. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I was so lonely, all alone in a strange place ... and I just needed something to get me through. You were never supposed to find out this way." "How was I supposed to find out?" I said, as I finally managed get control of my emotions. "I was going to tell you when I got home," Tracy said. "When it was over and we were back together. I was going to wait until I got you in bed, got you hot and hard, then break it to you that way. That way, you'd know it wasn't something serious, that you were still the most important person in my life, that it was you I wanted." "Tracy, you act like you're the only one who's lonely," I said. "How do you think I've felt, spending my nights and days alone like that, in a big, empty house. I ache every night that I sleep in our empty bed. I know we agreed to do this, and I know the money's been great. But I've been suffering too, and I don't think you understand how much this hurts me." "I guess ... I guess maybe I have been selfish," Tracy said after thinking a long time. "I guess I just figured that you had the familiar surroundings of home, your friends, the kids to alleviate your loneliness. I'm sorry. I truly am. Can you forgive me?" I thought about it a long time. I didn't think Tracy's relationship with Callie would continue when she left Idaho. I knew how hard it must have been to be alone in an alien place, 1,500 miles from home, not knowing anyone. And I knew I still loved her. We'd given over 25 years of our lives to each other, 24 of them as husband and wife. Was I really willing to throw over what had been a great marriage because Tracy had let loneliness and deprivation get to her? More to the point, could I look deep in my heart and say with absolute certainty that I would have reacted any differently, if I'd been in her position? In the end, could I forgive her for being human? I decided that I could, but on one condition. "I don't care how you do it, but I want that threesome you talked about earlier," I said with an evil grin. "If you can make your lesbian fantasy come true, then you can also make my fantasy of having two women at the same time come true." "I think that can be arranged," Tracy said with a laugh. I could feel something stirring in my cock at the thought of watching Tracy and Callie together, of possibly putting my cock in Callie's hot pussy while Tracy watched. Tracy's hand wrapped around my cock and gently start stroking. As she did, she started telling me about her roommate, what she was like, what she liked to do to Tracy, some of the things they'd done. It didn't take long before my cock was back up to full roar, as Tracy painted a mental picture of everything two women could do with each other. At my age, it takes a little longer for me to reload after a sexual encounter, especially one as intense as what we'd just enjoyed. But I was still keyed up from everything that had happened, and I was still not caught up on loving with my woman. And it was obvious from the look I was getting that Tracy was more than ready for another go, and this time she wanted to take the lead. I think she needed to prove to me, and to herself, that I was still her lover, regardless of what had happened while we'd been apart. As soon as my cock was fully hard, she swung her leg over to straddle me, never losing the rhythm with her hand. She fit the head of my cock to the opening to her pussy and slowly – very slowly – sank down onto me. We both groaned in lust as she began to ride me in a sinuous rhythm – up and down, up and down – her eyes closed and her head thrown back as she let the feelings wash through her body. "Oh baby, this feels so good," she said softly. "I have missed this." I wrapped my hands around her chest and pulled her dangling tits to my mouth. I suckled her with far more tenderness than before, licking and kissing her nipples one after the other. As I loved on my wife's rock-hard tips, I kept my cock working up and down in a constant motion with my hips. Tracy was working with me in rhythm, her hips rising and falling as we climbed ever higher on the stairway to passion. After awhile, Tracy's orgasmic jerking made it hard to keep her tits from jiggling every which way, so I let her go and moved my hands down to her hips. I started working her harder and harder with my hands, slamming her onto my hips with every upthrust. Her long dark hair was swishing in all directions as her climax began to reach a peak, and I could feel my own rusty cumload sitting on the edge of release. Tracy's hands had a death grip on my sides as her pace picked up, and we were both groaning and gasping as we strained for the finish. I got there first, as the sizzle of my orgasm triggered an eruption of cum from the end of my cock. I spewed several hard bursts of scalding-hot semen up Tracy's clenching hole, then pulled her down hard and finished with a succession of microbursts until I was fully drained. But I knew Tracy was still sitting on the edge of her climax, so I did what I always do in that situation. I pulled her off my cock and slid down the bed, while at the same time, Tracy crawled up the bed so that her dripping, freshly fucked pussy was squarely over my face. I grabbed her hips and pulled her forcefully onto my mouth and sucked on her pussy, licking her clit as I vacuumed her clean of our conjoined juices. Tracy clamped her thighs on either side of my head and let her climax rip through her body. I could feel the ripples of lust as her orgasm worked its way out of her pussy. "Ohhhhhhhh, baby," Tracy panted as her body relaxed and she slid off my face to lay down next to me. "You are the man," she whispered as she snuggled into my embrace and slipped into sleep. I was exhausted in every way, but sleep eluded me at first. A cacophony of conflicting thoughts roiled my mind as I lay there listening to Tracy's soft snoring. Mostly, I had to keep asking myself if what she had done constituted cheating. Did the fact that it was another woman rather than another man really make it different? I kept trying to put myself in her shoes. Would I have reacted the same way if I'd been sharing a bed night after night, week after week with a younger man who had developed the hots for me? Could I have turned him away if he'd reached over one night and started stroking my dick? Society has a real double standard where homosexuality is concerned, in that it treats women a lot more leniently in situations like that than it does men. But, honestly, how different is it really? Like Tracy, I've had fantasies of sex with a person of the same gender, so I again had to ask myself if I would have said no if I'd been confronted with the same situation as Tracy. It was with that conundrum playing in my mind that I finally drifted off to sleep. The bed was empty and Tracy was gone when I awoke around 9:30 the next morning. She'd left me a note, however, and my momentary feeling of panic dissipated. It read: "Dearest Love, I truly am sorry for hurting you, and I hope I was able to make it up to you. As always, you are the best, and that's a place no one – NO ONE – can ever challenge. I woke up around 4 AM and after sitting around here for an hour drinking coffee and listening to you snore, I decided to head for my apartment to clean up and put on some clean clothes. As soon as you can, come on over and I'll fix you breakfast. I want to spend the day with you and show you the sights. Then, maybe tonight ... well, you know. Love ya, Trace." Travel Nurse I showered as quickly as I could, then pulled out some shorts, a T-shirt and my boots. Before I left, I called Tracy's cell, and she answered sounding excited to hear my voice. I told her I was on my way, and she said she'd start breakfast then. When I got to the apartment, I rang the doorbell and this time when Callie answered the door she threw it open and welcomed me with a big smile. I could smell bacon frying and a freshly brewed pot of coffee. "It's a pleasure to meet you," Callie said as we shared a hug of greeting. "Tracy never stops talking about you." "My pleasure as well," I said with a little half smile. "Pat, look, I'm sorry about last night," she said, placing a hand on my arm. "We were ... right there ... and it was so unexpected. Neither one of us ever dreamed you'd come up here." "Well, I was pretty hurt," I said. "But we worked it out." I looked her up and down, and it was pretty easy to see why she'd been so hard to resist. She was a little taller than Tracy, and very pretty. Her tits were a little fuller than Tracy's and capped with pink nipples that her thin white blouse did a poor job of hiding. She had reddish-blonde hair that fell straight over her shoulders and soft seductive eyes. I went into the kitchen then and gave Tracy a kiss before getting a cup of coffee. Callie went upstairs so I took Tracy aside and really kissed her this time. "Well, did you tell her about my conditions?" I asked when we broke our lip lock. "I did," Tracy said. "And she's excited about it. She's very bisexual and we talk about cocks all the time. Her only thing is she wants to make sure it's all right with George – that's her husband – before she does anything. But I think he'll be agreeable. They have a lot of phone sex and she tells him all about what we do." "Hmmmm, is that so?" I said, feeling my cock lurch at the possibilities. Tracy just nodded, then she got a serious look on her face. "Pat, I really am sorry I didn't say something to you earlier," she said. "I know we promised a long time ago not to keep any secrets, but this ... I just couldn't find a way to tell you." "Well, you live and learn," I said. "Look, we've talked it out, and made an agreement. Let's just enjoy each other while I'm here. As far as I'm concerned, it's in the past, and the subject is closed. I've forgiven you – pending the consummation of our deal – and that's the end of it. OK?" "I love you so very much," Tracy said, wrapping her arms around my neck and bringing me in for a hot kiss that was all tongue. During breakfast, I got to know a little bit about Callie. She was 38 and had been traveling for six years. Her husband was an insurance agent in Fresno and was a bit older than we were. They had both been married before, and divorced. She had never wanted children, and had made sure she didn't. After breakfast, Tracy and I went out and explored the area, and my opinion about northern Idaho changed in a hurry. It's a beautiful part of the country, and the best part of the day was spending it with the woman I love. Later, I grilled steaks while Callie made up a salad and Tracy handled vegetables. I don't usually drink, especially when I know sex is in the cards, but the girls put a nice dent in a bottle of wine. After clearing the dinner dishes, we retired to the small living room. I slipped off my shoes and sat back in an easy chair while Callie and Tracy messed around upstairs. I was starting to get a trifle impatient when I heard them giggling as they bounded down the stairs. When I saw them, I understood why they had taken so long. My mouth was dry as I drank in a very delicious sight. Callie was in a pink translucent top with spaghetti straps and a matching thong; Tracy was in a black and purple baby doll negligee, also with a matching thong. They were both quite alluringly made up, with heavy eyeshadow and glossy lipstick – hot pink for Callie and ruby red for Tracy. They wrapped their arms around each other's shoulders and struck a sexy pose. "You like?" Tracy said, with a huge smile on her face. I just nodded numbly. This was like something out of a porn movie, and I could feel my pants getting tight. "Then you'll love this," she said, and turned toward Callie. Their mouths met in a hot, tongue-drenched kiss, their hands roaming over each other's body. They kissed for a minute or two then looked at each other and smiled. Turning to me, they strutted to where I was sitting and stood over me. Callie reached over and pulled my T-shirt off and Tracy knelt at my feet and undid my shorts, pulling my boxers off with them. My cock bounced free, hard and already dripping from the tip. I lay back naked as Callie leaned over me and offered me her mouth. It felt a little weird to be kissing a woman other than Tracy in such an intimate way, especially with my wife looking on eagerly. But I lost myself in Callie's soft lips and hard tongue, as she swept a hand over my chest. My cock was a blue-diamond rod capable of cutting steel as Tracy lightly stroked it. She swirled the pre-cum over the crown with her index finger, getting it all slick and shiny. Callie broke our kiss, knelt next to Tracy and slid her mouth down my chest. Tracy joined her and they each worked one of my nipples, lightly flicking their tongues over my pebble-like nips. As they licked my chest, I took note of Callie's hand replacing Tracy's hand on my cock. She softly stroked me up and down, then slipped her hand over my balls, squeezing them lightly. As they softly massaged my cock, I could feel the warm wetness of their lips and tongues as the worked their mouths down my chest and stomach until they were both kneeling between my widespread legs. Callie was on my right and Tracy on my left as they brought their faces close to my cock. Callie traced wet circles of pre-cum all over the crown and she stared at me in a very disconcerting way. "Go on, sweetheart, take a taste," Tracy whispered to Callie. Callie's tongue slithered out and I felt her licking the shaft of my cock, and seconds later, Tracy joined her. I had two tongues doing an arpeggio on my cock, but they were being extra careful not to take it too fast. Still, I was ready for more, and finally on one of her swipes up my shaft, Callie kept right on going, opened her mouth and drew me in. She sucked just the head in at first, but quickly began taking more and more with each up and down motion of her head. I looked down at my wife, and Tracy's eyes were sparkling with lust as she gently held my cock at the base for her girlfriend to suck. After awhile, Callie pulled her lips away, took the base away from Tracy and pointed my cock to my wife's mouth. Tracy didn't mess around, but vacuumed my cock, taking two-thirds of it on the first suck. I just groaned in sweet agony as Tracy gave me every bit of her cocksucking prowess. Within seconds, I could feel something flicking over my balls, and opened my eyes to see Callie working her tongue over the hanging sac. Callie sucked each of my nuts into her mouth, one after the other, then tried to fit both of them in her mouth, but that hurt, so she quit. And, besides, it was time for her to suck, as Tracy surrendered my cock. Callie slid my length into her mouth and into her throat, taking every bit of it. She worked her mouth hard up and down for about a minute then gave my cock back to Tracy. After Tracy had worked my cock for a minute or two, she pulled her mouth off and slid her lips down the shaft, inviting Callie to join her. Together, they worked their lips and tongues up and down my cock, causing some of the most delicious sensations I've ever experienced. In fact, I had to find something to keep my mind off the impending explosion in my scrotum. Quantum physics came to mind, as did the infield fly rule. That helped, but after another round of shared cocksucking I finally had to tell the girls to give me a break. "I want to watch you two do your thing," I said. "Let me see those nice bodies." They each gave me a wicked grin as they stood up and embraced. Their mouths met and I could tell their tongues were working as they fed on each other. Tracy made the first move, pulling the straps of Callie's little top down and exposing her lush breasts. I stared, softly stroking my cock as my wife bent down and licked Callie's nipples. Callie's head was thrown back and her mouth was slightly open as Tracy nursed her tits. At length, Tracy pulled the top off, tossed it aside then returned to the task at hand, er, mouth. She licked down Callie's stomach over her abdomen, then knelt in front of her girlfriend, reached up to pull her panties off her butt and pressed her face to Callie's crotch. Callie's panties were stretched between her knees as Tracy scrunched herself under Callie's crotch as licked up the proffered cunt. Callie was turned just so that I could see everything Tracy was doing. I stared goggle-eyed and squeezed my cock hard to keep from spewing at the sight of my wife licking on Callie's pussy. I watched as Callie let her panties drop to the floor and as she spread her legs a little wider and began to hump Tracy's face. I could see that Callie was getting close to a meltdown and I guess Tracy sensed it as well, because she abruptly leaned back and stood up. It was her turn, and Callie didn't hesitate. She pulled Tracy's baby doll off and clamped her mouth on Tracy's tits, sucking, licking, even nibbling a little. As she suckled Tracy's breasts, I could see one hand working between Tracy's legs, and a couple of fingers sliding into her panties. I had managed to get myself under control somewhat, but I was still sitting on a powderkeg of lust. Callie soon had her fill of Tracy's tits and knelt in front of my wife. Tracy stared at me in unrepentant lust as she lifted her left leg, wrapped it around Callie's shoulder and invited her girlfriend to munch on her pussy. Callie pulled the crotch of Tracy's panties away from her cunt, and I could see just how wet Tracy was, or at least I could for a couple of seconds until my view was obscured by Callie's head. I could hear Tracy groaning in lust, and I could hear the slurping of Callie's mouth on Tracy's pussy. Tracy was rolling her hips around to get as much of her steaming box on Callie's mouth as humanly possible. My cock was super slick with the combination of the remnants of the girls' saliva and the copious flow of my pre-cum, and I didn't need to do much to keep it at full readiness. After a few minutes, Callie pulled back and I could see a wordless communication of lust pass between the two of them. Tracy slid her panties to the floor and kicked them aside then lay on the floor naked. Her legs were spread open as wide as possible and Callie quickly moved her naked body into position. She straddled Tracy's head, and I had a good view of her dropping her pussy onto my wife's mouth. I groaned in lust as I watched Tracy's tongue part the folds of Callie's wet pussy, and she quickly brought her lips to bear. Callie bent over, reached under Tracy's butt, pulled her up slightly and dropped her face to my wife's dripping cunt. In seconds, the room was filled with the incredible sounds as Callie and Tracy feasted on each other's sex. There were wet, sloppy sounds of mouths on cunts and the groans of mounting lust. I had always believed that watching two women in a 69 would be hot, but nothing could have prepared me for just how hot it was. I could see the sweat forming on Callie's back, and the undulations that signaled she was approaching an orgasm. I was so riveted by the sight that for a second I failed to see the motion from Tracy. But I quickly looked and saw her beckoning me with her fingers to come on and join them. I eagerly clambered off the chair and knelt behind Callie, and my cock was pointing the way like a dousing rod that had found the motherlode. I gripped my dick with one hand, put the other on Callie's butt and slid the head past the gates of her cunt. Callie kind of started as I sank my cock into her juicy pie in one long hard thrust, and I couldn't help myself. "Pretend I'm your husband," I growled, using the same line on her that she'd used on Tracy several weeks earlier. "Un-huh," she panted, then she went back to the task of licking my wife's smoking hot pussy. I have to say, Callie had a very nice pussy, hot, wet and very fuckable. She wasn't quite as tight as Tracy, but she seemed to have a little more muscle control of her vagina. It was almost like she was massaging my cock with her pussy. I gritted my teeth as I slowly but steadily fucked Callie's hot clenching hole. I could actually feel Tracy as she was licking Callie's clit, then I almost jumped out of my skin as she licked my pistoning cock. Tracy's lips and tongue were everywhere – over the shaft of my cock, on Callie's clit – stoking our fire to a white-hot intensity. Groans and gasps filled the room as I felt Callie trembling with the onset of her climax, and I could hear Tracy warming up as well as Callie brought her close to a frothing orgasm. I was fucking Callie harder and faster, trying to hold off my own orgasm as long as possible. I don't know how long Tracy had been exhorting me, but I suddenly heard her urging me on. "Come on, baby, fuck her good," Tracy panted. "Give her that wonderful cock. Show her you're the best. Come on, baby, do it for me. Come for me. Fill up that hot pussy with your fuck cream. Do it! Do it! Do it!" As I felt Callie's body go into orgasmic shuddered, I couldn't hold back any more. With a choking cry, I gripped Callie's hips hard, lunged forward and let it all out. I spewed a rapid-fire burst of explosive cumshots that filled Callie's twitching cunt to overflowing with steaming-hot semen. The second my balls were drained, I slumped forward and that's when Tracy showed me just how nasty she could be. She ripped my cock from Callie, clamped her mouth on the dripping cunt hovering over her head and sucked out every drop of my cum. Tracy probably would have been content to keep her mouth on Callie's pussy all night, but Callie finally slumped forward, pulling her super-sensitive cunt from Tracy's mouth. But Tracy wasn't quite done yet. Having cleaned out her girlfriend's pussy, she turned her attention to me. She grabbed my wilted cock and sucked it all into her mouth, cleaning me of the slime that covered it. Finally, I too had to pull away as my soft dick was thoroughly clean and totally sated. Tracy rolled over onto her stomach then, climbed up on her knees, pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard. I could taste Callie's essence and my cum on my wife's lips, and it reminded me of just why I'd fallen in love with this woman. "I love you," Tracy whispered. "You are the man." After a brief respite, we adjourned to the bedroom and proceeded to fuck each other's brains out. I got to watch Callie fuck Tracy with a strap-on cock. I got to feel their mouths working my cock until I painted their faces with cum. I got to fuck Callie's ass while Tracy fucked her pussy with the strap-on. And, yes, I got to feel what it was like to have my ass fucked, as Callie used a dildo on me while I fucked Tracy's ass. By the time I left Coeur d'Alene on Thursday, I was a fucked-out, exhausted wreck, but I was a happy fucked-out, exhausted wreck. After I got home, Tracy and I established a phone routine. Some nights she and I would have phone sex, masturbating together until we came; other nights she would simply leave the phone on and let me listen to them having sex. It made the ensuing weeks until her return quite a bit more tolerable. When she got home, we couldn't get enough of each other. We fucked every night for a week before settling into a little more of a routine. I'm still not completely happy with the way I found about how Tracy was getting through the night while she was in Idaho, but she and Callie did make it up to me, and then some, so I can live with it. But I think before I send Tracy off on another six-month travel nursing assignment, I'm going to plan on traveling with her. Who knows, maybe we'll meet someone else like Callie.