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Georgia on Her Mind

By: BuckyDuckman



It's funny the little stories we can keep from our spouses for years. After fifteen years, I thought I knew everything there was to know about my wife and vice versa. We've never been secretive people, at least not towards each other. I think it's a hallmark of our marriage, we're honest with each other, all the time. We don't have to agree, we just need to be honest. 

Lynn knew I thought Angelina Jolie was the world's sexiest woman even though Lynn and Angelina had little in common. Lynn strawberry-blonde hair with a few gray hairs beginning to show. She's smaller breasted and has normal lips instead of Angelina's fat, pouting lips. I don't know why Angelina gets to me, she just does. Lynn knows and accepts that odd, impossible attraction. Hell, she even teases me about it.

It's sort of the same thing for Lynn. She gets wet seeing Jeff Goldblum, which is funny to both of us because he's really tall, skinny, and (there's no nice way to say this) Jewish. None of those traits attract Lynn in other men and none of them apply to me. I'm 5' 10", and barrel chested with light brown hair. 

We have lots of other little differences, too. For example, she loves Cracker Barrel and I can't stand their menu. Just the same, during long car trips, I'd often pull into Cracker Barrel for dinner just for her. She didn't have to ask and I wouldn't listen to her protests. It was okay. For her, I'd find something to eat there. In the same vein, she's not a sports fan, but she sits next to me for every championship game I find important and cheers for my team.

Our accommodations for each other extend into the bedroom, too. We each have little quirks we accept. She knows my favorite position would be cowgirl and she eagerly pushes me on my back and climbs on board regularly. I know her favorite position is an odd spooning position we've never found a name for and is difficult to describe. She lays on her back while I lay on my side, nearly at a right angle. Our legs get entangled, almost like a scissor position. She'll grab my knee, pulling it up towards her chest and sort of ride my thigh while we fuck. I know, difficult to describe and difficult to imagine. 

I enjoy it when she goes down on me, but I won't kiss her afterwards. Meanwhile, Lynn is the opposite. She LOVES it when I go down on her and immediately kiss her afterwards. I don't know, maybe that should have been a sign? Maybe I should have read into that little quirk of hers? In hindsight, it seems so obvious.

Georgia is a friend from college for Lynn. They were roommates their freshman and sophomore years and had remained friends ever since. Marriages and distance never changed their friendship. For Lynn, there had only been one marriage, to me. Married life hadn't been as easy for Georgia. She had fallen into and out of three marriages since college with her longest one lasting six years. After her last marriage failed, Georgia moved into a small cabin in woods Tennessee, determined to become an artist.

"Georgia always had a thing for you," Lynn told me as we drove for a weekend visit. I laughed. That wasn't a newsflash.

"I think she has more of a thing for our relationship," I pointed out.

"If you had the chance, would you ever do her?"

"With you or without you?" I asked, grinning. It wasn't a dangerous question between Lynn and I. We often talked and teased about others without it meaning anything. Except, Lynn went a little stiff.

"What do you mean by 'with you?'" she qualified.

"Just that," I shrugged. "Are you going to be in the room watching me do her or not?"

"Oh," she giggled and there was something about her giggle that sounded nervous or relieved. 

"What did you think I mean?"

"Nothing," she dismissed. "Which would you rather? Do you want to me to watch you having sex with another woman?"

"Do you want to see me with another woman?" I replied with a rakish grin. It wasn't going to happen, we both knew that and that's why a goofy conversation like this felt safe.

"Maybe," Lynn said with a tiny smile. "Would that be funny?"

"Probably," I admitted. "Though two women at once is every guy's favorite fantasy, right?"

"Is it?"

"Oh sure, I think every guy wants that. Besides, if I'm having sex, I'd want you there for it."

"Even if I'm just watching?" she asked, putting her hand on knee while I drove. 

"I think you'd do more than just watch," I said, flashing her another rakish grin. I liked when we talked about sex stuff. Except she went sort of stiff again.

"Like what kind of things?"

"I don't know, maybe kiss me or still want to have sex with me, too?"

"Yeah, I could do that," she said, once more sounding oddly relieved.

"What did you think I'd say?"

"I don't know."

"I mean, if you want to, you could kiss her, too."

"Kiss who?"

"Georgia, I guess? I mean, are we talking in general or are we still talking about Georgia?"

"So, you want to have sex with Georgia?"

"Whoa, baby," I said, slipping my hand over hers and squeezing it. For whatever reason, the conversation felt as if it was taking a turn into the land of the weird. "I'm not going to have sex with your friend."

"I know," she said, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze back. She stared out the window at scenery that didn't deserve a stare, just rolling hills of farmland waiting for a spring planting. We rode in silence for several miles. To me, it felt like a comfortable little silence that happens between two partners who have spent years together. We didn't need to fill every moment together with words. 

"How far out in the woods is her cabin?" I asked after a couple more miles. 

"Pretty far I guess. She said we'd have to take a dirt road about a mile off a secondary road."

"Excited to see her?"

"Sure," she said without enthusiasm. She tried to slip her hand away from mine, but I caught it, and gently gave her a firm squeeze.

"Talk to me," I insisted, using three simple words that had grown into code words between us. When one of us wouldn't talk, and needed to, we could force the conversation with those three words.

"When we were in college together, Georgia made a pass at me," Lynn blurted out. 

"Okay," I said, stealing a quick glance at my wife before gluing my eyes to the road. I waited for more, giving her room to fill in the blank space. When she didn't, I carefully choose my words. "A big pass?"

"Pretty big."

"How big?"

"We didn't really do anything, if that's what you're asking."

"Should I be asking?" I asked, still feeling my way.

"She just . . . I don't know. She grabbed my boobs and tried to kiss me."

"And it scared you?"

"Yes."

"Because she violated your space?"

"No."

I bit back a sigh and waited. I didn't wait as long this time. "Baby? You're making me guess and you know I'm not good at that."

"I'm sorry," she softly said. She squeezed my hand and I saw her take in deep a breath. "The problem was, I liked it. A lot. Too much."

"Define 'too much,'" I requested.

"As in, it felt really right when she kissed me and I sort of lied. She didn't try to kiss me, she really kissed me. A real kiss, you know?" I guessed she meant with tongues. "And then she grabbed my boobs and told me she wanted me." I waited out another long pause, hoping she would keep going so I didn't have to play guessing games. "And I got scared because I wanted it, too."

"Hey, it's okay," I said, seeing the lost and confused look on her face. "That was a long time ago and you were in college. People try things in college, you know?"

"I didn't try anything," she said, her voice firm and emphatic. "That was all we did. We kissed, once. Well, maybe it was more than one kiss, but just one time. Then she grabbed my tits, told me she wanted me, and I pushed her away." 

I nodded. I had gathered that much from what she had already said and I couldn't see the big deal about any of it. I understood their one kiss might have been several smaller kisses leading up to one, big kiss. That didn't matter. A kiss was a kiss, even if it included several smaller ones as a prelude to the big one. "Can I ask why you pushed her away?" I said, once more forced to fill the silence.

"Because I didn't want to be gay."

"Okay. I mean, I'm glad you're not gay. I like having sex with you too much."

What she said next came out as a big rush of words without a breath: "And I love having sex with you. I love you. I love everything about you. I love sucking on your dick and fucking you and doing everything with you."

"Except swallowing," I teased, pointing out another little quirk. As much as Lynn enjoyed sucking my cock, she never allowed to finish inside her mouth. Not even once. I didn't mind because let's face it, a blowjob is a blowjob, right? And, for me, it was just as well because I didn't want to kiss her right after she went down on me, so it was okay if she didn't want me to come inside her mouth because I think that would have made kissing her awkward for me.

"I would swallow if you wanted me to," she said, slipping her hand up my thigh and tracing the inside seam of my jeans. "But I like it better when you cum on me. That's sort of sexy."

"I like cumming in you better," I said. "In your pussy."

"Mm, and I like when you do that," she purred. That felt better, a lot better. It felt as if we were back on even ground, especially when she gave the lump inside my pants a playful squeeze.

"I love you," I said and that earned me a kiss on my bicep. "But I'm still confused about what you were saying."

"I know," she said, kissing my bicep again. "I'm not making a lot of sense, am I?" I was too wise to comment. "It's just that, I was afraid that if I had sex with Georgia, I would like it too much and I didn't want to like it. I don't want to be gay."

"I don't think having sex with a girl one time makes you gay."

"I does if you like it."

"Not if you still like having sex with guys, too."

"But what if I liked it more than sex with guys?" she asked and I laughed.

"Baby, I've had sex with you and you like it way too much to switch teams."

"How can you be sure?"

I shrugged. "I just am. You love me too much and I think you love dick too much to ever give it up completely." I guess that was the right combination of things to say because Lynn cuddled my arm, kissed my cheek, and smiled. I patted her knee, wishing I could do more, except I was still driving. "So, I guess this means that when I have sex with Georgia, you'll want to help?"

"Bastard," she giggled, playfully slapping my arm. "It would serve you right if I became addicted to girls."

"As long as I get to watch."

"Only the first time. After that, I'm going to do her behind a closed door and you can just jerk-off wishing you were watching."

"Or waiting for my turn with you."

"Stop it," she giggled and I caught her squirming.

"You like that idea, don't you?"

"Shut up," she said, blushing.

"Yeah, you do. Is that what you want? You want to make it with a girl and then have me remind you why you like guys so much?"

"Or why I prefer girls."

"I'd take my chances." After driving a few more miles lost in our thoughts, a question occurred to me about Lynn's best friend. "Do you think Georgia goes both ways?"

"She used to," Lynn said, sounding more comfortable with the conversation now that her confession had been made. "I mean, I asked her about it later, about why she came on to me and she said because it was fun doing it with another girl as if she knew what it was like."

"You didn't ask her?"

"I was still freaked out." She squeezed my hand. "She did tell me I had an open invitation with her if I ever wanted to explore."

"And?"

Lynn's voice was very small and quiet as another confession slipped out. "I've thought about it."

"A lot?"

"A little."

"Still?" I asked, fishing. Lynn nodded. "I love you," I reminded her, letting her know she was in a safe place and that I wasn't going to change my mind about how I felt. 

"It's why I won't visit her without you. I'm always afraid something might happen."

"Maybe you should let it happen," I suggested, earning a surprised and wide-eyed look from my wife. "I mean, you don't have to, but if you did, then you would know, right?"

"That doesn't scare you?"

"Not one bit," I said with a reassuring smile. Then, to keep the mood light, I added, "Besides, I get to watch, remember?"

"Only the first time," she reminded.



During the two hours left to our drive and our conversation wound like a mountain road across a hundred different topics. Sometimes we were just quiet and that was nice, too. We were still an hour away when Lynn asked, "What if I said I wanted to do it?"

"Do what?" I asked, my mind as far away from our previous conversation as we were miles away from home.

"What if I said I wanted to do it with Georgia? Would you do it with me?"

"Do what?" I asked, still confused.

Lynn giggled. "Her, I guess." 

That needed clarification. "Wait, you're asking if I would have sex with you and Georgia at the same time? As like a buffer?"

"More like an excuse. Maybe then I could do something or let her do something and if I didn't like it, you could get between us."

"But doesn't that mean she would be having sex with me, too?"

"Is that okay?"

I chuckled while shaking my head. "You realize that's a really unfair question, right?" 

"Why?"

"Because if I say yes, you can turn it around on me and accuse me of wanting to fuck your best friend."

"Do you?"

"Geez, Lynn," I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Honestly? I never thought about it. I mean, I guess she's attractive and everything, but I just don't go there when I think about her. Does that make sense?"

"So go there," she said as if it was nothing. "She's cute, isn't she? I mean, I always thought so and lots of other guys do."

"I prefer blondes," I pointed out because Georgia had long, curly hair and a deep, almost olive tone to her skin.

"Her tits are bigger than mine."

"You've got a better ass," I shot back.

"Wait, what's wrong with Georgia's ass? She has a cute bubble butt. And she shaves down there," Lynn dangled, knowing that something I liked.

"You do, too," I reminded her.

"Yeah, but she likes to shave all of it off and I won't do that."

I laughed. "Are we really having this conversation?"

"We're just talking." 

"Yeah, we're just talking about me having sex with your best friend!"

"Only so I can do it too."

"Still."

"Besides, maybe seeing you having sex with her will make me want you more. It might be fun seeing you doing it with another woman."

"Are you serious?"

"I don't know, should I be?"

"I feel like you're telling me to go fuck Angelina so you can fuck Jeff Goldblum."

"Baby, if I had the chance to fuck Jeff Goldblum, you could fuck anyone else you wanted."

"Says the lesbian," I teased.

"I'm not a lesbian yet. I haven't done anything."



Georgia charged out of her cabin the moment she saw us bouncing down the dirt path she vaingloriously had called a road. She looked better than ever, which was good to see. After her second divorce, Georgia had gone into a mourning period and stopped taking care of herself. This was the first time we had seen her after marriage number three and I think we were both relieved to see her looking happy and healthy.

"I thought you'd never get here!" she squealed, throwing her arms around Lynn and kissing her squarely on the lips. It was the same greeting Georgia always gave Lynn, but after our conversation in the car, it took on new meaning. Lynn looked at me over Georgia's shoulder with a look in her eye that suggested she was thinking the same thing I was.

After pushing away from my wife, Georgia attacked me next. "Studly!" she squealed as usual and charged, leaping into my arms and showering my face with kisses. "When the hell are you going to dump that skinny blonde and fuck a real woman?"

"Maybe sooner than you think," I laughed, setting her down. The comment flew over Georgia's head, but Lynn caught it and laughed, too. 

Georgia gave us the grand tour of her tiny cabin. There wasn't much to see. The downstairs was a single big room with a half bath tucked in the corner. In one corner was a kitchen. In another corner sat a small dining table with four chairs and in the final corner was a sitting area with a rustic couch, chair, and coffee table hewed from a log. "It's not much, but I call it home," she smiled, proud of her space. "There's no cable, but I don't own a TV, and you have to depend on your phone for internet service. Otherwise, there's not a neighbor for miles and during the summer, it's clothing optional."

"It's supposed to be warm this weekend," I said, joking, of course.

"I don't mind the cold," she joked back and, as always, Georgia's joking voice held the promise of an invitation. "Let me show you the upstairs," she said, leading the way up a narrow staircase against one wall. Upstairs was a loft that included a rustic king-sized bed with four posts. The two headboard posts were cut to follow the sloping roofline and looked like it was part of the structure to the house. Upstairs also included another half bath and a large jacuzzi tub tucked against the wall. "This used to be a vacation rental before I bought it, but the tub still works and those jets are divine!" Above the hot tub was a single showerhead with made the idea of bathing very interesting.

Back downstairs, Georgia had a pot of stew on the stove. She served us in pottery bowls she had made herself while filling us in on her new lifestyle. "It's the best change I've ever made," she gushed, making sure our wine glasses stayed full. "I finally feel as if I'm free enough to be me! I make all my own dishes and I have a firepit in the back where I fire my claywork. And, in the summer, it's so peaceful out here. At night it feels as if you can see every star in the sky!"

Seeing Georgia so happy was infectious and my face felt like it was hurting for smiling so much. "What about company?" I asked. "Don't you get lonely?"

"There might be a mountain man who services me when I need it," she giggled. "Though I'm not too much into the whole beard thing between my legs. Still, he's not a bad lay if that's what I need. Otherwise, remember those jets on the jacuzzi?"

"Duly noted," I said, grinning at Lynn.

"Careful or she'll make you tear up your bathroom for one of her own," Georgia laughed, picking up on my smirk. "It feels like the best oral sex you ever had."

"I don't know," Lynn giving me a playful smirk of her own. "I've had some good oral sex."

"Maybe you'll have to loan him to me," Georgia said, caressing my smooth cheeks. "I miss a smooth face between my legs. I mean, seriously, what's the point of a girl shaving her pussy if the guy has a beard?"

"I guess shaving is optional," I offered.

"Oh no, honey," Georgia squealed, patting my hand. "I've got too much Italian blood in me. If I don't shave down there, I start to look like Sasquatch. I started shaving as soon as I graduated high school and I've never stopped!" At least that explained her curly dark hair and olive toned skin. All something I should have guessed before except I've never been good at guessing nationalities. 

"He always wants me to shave it all off, but I won't," Lynn said. "I'll shave some, but I like to keep some, too."

"From what I remember, you barely have anything down there anyway," Georgia laughed.

Having a conversation about pussy grooming habits was a strange dinner time conversation unless you knew how it went with Georgia. Nothing was ever off limits for her. When I think backwards about some of the conversations we've had through the years, they've included anal sex, swallowing vs spitting, exhibitionism, and the joys of having two men at once (which Georgia swore she preferred). So saying what I said next didn't feel out of place. 


Georgia on Her Mind



"Nice of you to notice her grooming habits," I quipped, not meaning anything by except as maybe a lighthearted joke.

"There's not a inch of your wife's beautiful body I haven't noticed," Georgia replied, patting Lynn's hand. That earned a cute blush from my fair skin wife that made us laugh.

"It's still as beautiful as ever," I said, patting her other hand and making Lynn blush even more.

"Invite me into the hot tub later so I can see," Georgia said.

"Then you can show her that trick with the jets," I said.

Ever the flirt, Georgia added, "And maybe you can show me your skills." 

"Maybe," I said and hid behind another sip of wine so I wouldn't give anything away. 

After dinner, we gathered around the fireplace sipping more wine, laughing, and getting drunker and drunker. While Georgia was gone on a bathroom break, Lynn leaned over and whispered, "You should suggest a dip in the jacuzzi."

"The three of us?" I asked, making sure I was reading her right. 

Lynn kissed my cheek. "If you want."

"Is that what you want?"

"Surprise me," she whispered as Georgia came back to the room.

"What did I miss?" she asked, probably picking up on the surprised look on my face. She was good like that.

"Lynn just suggested we give the jacuzzi a try."

"Am I invited?" Georgia asked.

"Yes," I said, looking at Lynn. Georgia's eyes followed mine. "Right?"

Lynn said nodded before trying to hide her blushing face behind her upturned wine glass.

"Hot damn!" Georgia shrieked, darting upstairs. "It takes about fifteen minutes to fill."

"You're sure about this?" I whispered as we heard the water being turned on.

"No," Lynn said, but she smiled, too. "Are you?"

"Yes," I said for her and that earned me an even bigger smile. 



The stairway was too narrow for us to walk up together. Lynn went first and I followed closely behind. "It's going to be a few more minutes before it's ready for you," Georgia said, sitting the side of the big tub. 

"For us," I reminded, pulling Lynn into my arms and kissing her. I cradled the back of her head, pressed her tightly against me, and kissed her deeply. I felt her melting against me and knew that was a good sign. As we kissed, I held out a hand towards Georgia. When she took it, I pulled her closer until she stood with us. She wore a sweet smile. Turning my head, I kissed her. It wasn't as deep of a kiss as the ones I had just given my wife, more a peck, but it was directly on her lips. "Your turn," I told Lynn.

I watched my wife smile as she blushed. She turned her head, looked unsure of herself for a second, and then did it. She pressed her lips against Georgia's and kissed her. 

"Again," I whispered.

Lynn looked at me for a second before nodding and tried it again. That was the kiss that counted because that was the kiss that lingered and turned from one into two. 

"Is she a good kisser?" I asked.

"You tell me," Lynn said, nodding for me to kiss Georgia again. It felt odd doing that in front of my wife, but then again, I'm sure it felt even odder for Lynn to do it. I teased Georgia with the tip of tongue as we kissed but before she opened her mouth, I pulled away. I kissed my wife again and then nodded for her to kiss Georgia. 

"That's so hot," I whispered, stroking the side of Lynn's face. "It's okay to like it." As their kiss lingered, I pulled away ever so slightly. I didn't leave them. Instead, I moved so Lynn slipped from my arms into Georgia's while their kisses became deeper and stronger. "So sexy," I purred into Lynn's ear.

"Damn you taste good," Georgia said, cupping Lynn's pretty face and planting another kiss on her. "Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this?"

"Since our sophomore year," Lynn said with a shy smile. She pulled my head closer, kissed me again and then insisted I kiss Georgia, too. "Doesn't he kiss good?"

"You kiss better," Georgia said.

"No I don't," she said before falling into another kiss with her best friend. 

I knew it was up to me to keep things moving forward for Lynn. She always did have a shy, hesitant streak about her when things felt new or different. I grabbed Lynn's hand, placing it on Georgia's side as they kissed. Gently, I eased her hand around Georgia's tiny waist and down her back until my hand cupped Lynn's hand. I squeezed Georgia's bubble butt with my wife's hand and I heard a soft moan. I couldn't tell if it came from my wife or her friend and decided it didn't matter. 

"It's okay if you make love to my husband," Lynn said.

"Is it okay if we both make love to you?" Georgia asked, perfectly reading the lay of the land. She passed Lynn back to me. "You should undress her for us."

"Gladly," I said, pulling my wife close. When we kissed, our tongues touched with unbridled passion while our hands tugged, pulled, unbuttoned, and unsnapped each other's clothes. We were so anxious to get naked together that it became funny trying to kiss and undress at the same time. Even Georgia picked up on the humor of our dance and laughed as she pulled off her clothes. And then, a moment later, the three of us stood naked for the first time and the reality of the moment hit home.

"I think the water's ready," Georgia said, turning and twisting the knobs. The movement poked her perfectly pert ass in our direction and I'll admit I stared directly at it. Her darker skin tone gave the illusion of an all over tan and her brown butt look absolutely squeezable. She stepped over the side into the deep tub and sat along the far wall. 

I held Lynn's hand as she stepped over the side. She turned and sat with space between her and Georgia. I climbed in and pushed her closer to her friend. "Don't you want to sit between us?" she asked.

"No," I smiled, finding her suggestion funny. It was as if she hadn't accepted who would be the center of attention. 

"But maybe I want to see you kiss her some more."

"Okay," I said, leaning across Lynn and kissing Georgia. 

"But don't you want to play with her, too?"

"I still can," I said, reaching across my wife. I slid my hand across Lynn's breasts and then past her until I was groping Georgia. "Is that better?"

"I guess," Lynn giggled. "Does she feel good?"

"She's feel different," I said, leaning in and kissing my wife while caressing Georgia's bigger tits. Feeling her breasts felt good and wrong at the same time, as if it wasn't something I should enjoy. I moved my hand back to Lynn's chest and that felt more right to me. "Can I see you two kiss again?"

Lynn faced Georgia for another kissing fest that didn't last as long as I had hoped. "Okay?" Lynn asked, as if she had been doing it for me.

"Yes," I said, accepting it for what it was. "Was it okay for you, too?"

"She's a good kisser."

"I'm good at a lot of things," Georgia said, staring at Lynn's tits. "Is it okay if I touch your breasts?" Lynn bit her bottom lip and nodded. Georgia caressed both of Lynn's breasts, running her hand across them and exploring her nipples. "You feel so good."

"You can touch him, too," Lynn told her.

"Is that what you want me to do?" Georgia asked, still caressing Lynn's tits. "Do you want to see me touching him?" Lynn nodded. "Okay, but you have touch me while I do it, okay?"

"Touch you where?"

"Where ever you want. Do you want to touch my tits?"

"Okay," Lynn said. "But you have to kiss him while I do it."

"Sure thing," Georgia said, leaning across Lynn and running her hand across my chest. When we began kissing, Georgia's hand slipped beneath the water and caressing my thigh. I squirmed and her hand slipped farther up my leg, but before she ever touched me, she moaned deep inside my mouth. Without being told why, I knew what had caused that moan. It was because Lynn was touching her. I felt the surface of the water moving and knew Lynn was creating that ripple by moving her hand back and forth across her friend's breasts. That's when Georgia touched my cock for the first time. I was hard and eager for her caress. She gripped me and squeezed. It felt good. 

"Does he feel good?" Lynn asked

"So good," Georgia said, pulling away from my lips. "Can you see me doing it?" Without the jets turned on yet, the water was as clear as a swimming pool.

"He has such a nice cock, doesn't he?"

"Very nice," Georgia said, holding Lynn's hand against her chest. "You're a very lucky woman."

"And you have big tits," Lynn giggled.

"I've always had big tits," Georgia giggled back.

"I know, but they feel so much bigger than mine!"

"Yeah, but you have great nipples," Georgia said, moving her hand from my cock to Lynn's chest. She gently rolled one of Lynn's stiff nipples between her finger and thumb. "Does that feel good?"

"Almost like when he does it," she said, wiggling in the water. She fished her hand into my lap and squeezed my hard cock. "Did she do this to you?"

"Knowing you were touching her did that to me," I said, kissing her. 

"Do you like when I do this?" she asked, still rubbing Georgia's big tit.

"I like that a lot," I cooed, bending my head and drawing one of Lynn's nipples between my lips. 

"Don't forget Georgia," she said and I didn't. 

I turned my head ever so slightly and suckled Georgia's nipple for a moment before telling Lynn, "Do it with me."

Lynn's eyes went wide for a moment before she gave a tiny smile. Georgia moved so we could both reach. Arching her back, she offered us her chest. I turned my head so I could watch Lynn doing it. She did the same and somehow we ended up trading kisses between licks and laps of Georgia. 

"Oh fuck, you two are driving me wild!" Georgia squealed, cradling our heads and holding us against her tits. 

"Your turn," I said, pulling away from Georgia. The darker skinned woman instantly understood what I meant as we both bowed to attack my wife's fair skinned chest. Unlike when Lynn and I had done it, we didn't stop to kiss each other. Instead, we sucked on Lynn and listened to her squeal, giggle, and moan as she squirmed beneath us.

"You two aren't playing fair," she said when finally stopped.

"Sure we are," I said, giving Lynn a kiss before pulling away and watching Georgia do the same thing.

"But I want to see the two of you doing stuff, too!" she protested.

"Like what?" I asked.

"I don't know. I just don't want to be the only one horny."

"Are you kidding me?" I laughed, putting her hand on my hard cock. "Does this feel like I'm not having fun?"

"But you haven't touched her yet, except her tits."

"Neither have you," I pointed out.

"You first," she said.

"Fine, but you have to kiss her while I do it, that way you can tell me if she likes it."

Georgia wrapped her arms around Lynn, pulling her into a deep embrace that matched the kiss they began sharing. True to my word, I eased my hand across Lynn's lap on my way to Georgia. As she had done with me, I was discreet. I started on her thigh, pressing against the back of my wife as I moved my hand up and down her leg. 

"I'm going to do it," I whispered in Lynn's ear as my hand slipped between Georgia's legs. "I'm feeling her smooth, bald pussy. Oh baby, she feels so good. Now I'm easing my finger inside and touching her. Fuck, she's so hot!" I heard one moan followed by another and realized they were both moaning. I also realized they were groping each other's chests, too. That made me feel better about it as I touched my wife's best friend. "Now you do it," I whispered, following Lynn's arm until I found her hand. Slowly, I eased her hand between Georgia's legs, cupping her hand with mine until I pressed one of her fingers inside Georgia's pussy. "You're doing it, baby," I purred. "You're touching her." I was rewarded with more moans.

Honestly, I had hoped that once I broke the ice, nature would take over. Instead, Lynn remained hesitant. Shortly after I pulled my hand away from hers, their kiss broke. "I love you," she said, turning and grabbing me. We kissed and, at first, I felt disappointed because her attention was back on me. Then I felt that extra pair of hands sliding between us and knew Georgia hadn't giving up hope. She was groping Lynn while we kissed and I made sure our kiss lingered.

Our kiss couldn't last forever and eventually we parted. When we did, the three of us sort of sat in the water wearing goofy grins and wondering what to do next. "Are you having fun?" Lynn asked me.

"Yeah, are you?"

She nodded before looking to Georgia for her answer. "Are you kidding me?" Georgia laughed. "I don't know one of you I want to ravish first!"

"It's okay if you fuck my husband," Lynn offered. 

"What if I'd rather watch you fuck him?"

"Don't I get a say in this?" I asked.

"No," they said together and broke into giggles.

"Fine, I was only going to suggest Georgia shows us that thing she does with the jets."

"I'll do it if Lynn does it with me," Georgia said, turning on the jets.

"And then you can fuck my husband!" Lynn insisted.

"Sure," Georgia agreed, catching my eye when Lynn wasn't looking. Her look said it all, she felt as confused as I did. 

"So, how do we do this?" Lynn asked, already moving around the hot tub and trying to find the right position on her own.

"You've got the idea," Georgia said, moving with her. "Just sort of hang on the side, position your clit right where it feels best, and go for a ride."

"Oh wow!" Lynn squealed as she apparently found the right spot.

"I know!" Georgia said, settling over her own jet. 

It was one of the craziest things I had ever witnessed as both girls clung to the side of the hot tub, braced their feet against the back of the seats, and kept their pussies directly over a pumping jet. They giggled, bounced, moaned and laughed as they wiggled and watched each other. 

"Let's come together," Lynn said, looking as if she was already close.

"Then hurry up bitch," Georgia cried, her eyes fluttering as she reached her peak. 

It only took a couple more minutes before they did it. They kept checking in with each other. "Almost," one would say. "Yes!" the other would add. And the next thing I knew, they were both gasping and clearly having orgasms as the craziest thing I ever saw turned into the hottest thing ever. 

"Oh fuck that was good," Lynn sighed, floating and drifting into my arms.

"I warned you," Georgia told me. "She's going to have you putting one of these in your house, too."

"My fingers are starting to prune," Lynn said.

"Did you want to get out?" I asked. 

Georgia pulled the plug and passed out towels. The heat from the fireplace rose into the loft area and made it toasty warm. After hanging up our towels, Lynn drew close to me and caressed my hard cock. "You didn't get off yet, baby," she said. "Are you going to let us help you with that?"

"Both of you?" I asked.

"If you want," she said, giving Georgia a hopeful smile before asking, "Do you still like to swallow?"

"Always," Georgia grinned and I was led to her big bed. The girls positioned me in the middle while they stayed on either side of me and took turns sucking my cock. I remain propped up on the pillows, watching them and feeling like the world's luckiest guy. 

"You look so sexy doing that," Lynn purred as she watched Georgia sucking me. She leaned closer and kissed Georgia's face. "I like seeing you do that."

"I like doing it," Georgia said, holding out my cock for Lynn to take a turn. She smiled up at me and I smiled back. 

"This is so hot," Lynn said, putting a hand between her legs. 

"I can help you with that," Georgia offered.

"You are helping. Keep sucking him. You look so sexy doing that."

"He's getting close," Georgia said, correctly reading my body language.

"Make him cum in your mouth and I'll kiss you afterwards."

"Deal," she said, reaching across my legs and cupping one of Lynn's tits in her hand. Lynn moaned, watching and fingering herself, and I swore she moved so Georgia could do a better job caressing her tits. Believing that was the case was too much for me. I groaned loudly and came as Georgia kept her lips wrapped tightly around my cock and caught every drop. 

As soon as my orgasm eased, Georgia crawled over me. She pushed my wife on her back and planted her mouth against Lynn's. Their combined moans told me everything I needed to know. Georgia hadn't swallowed and was sharing my load with my wife. And, seeing Lynn's telltale squirming, I knew my wife was having an orgasm. 

"Fuck, that was hot!" Georgia sighed when she finally pulled away, looking as if she was the one who just had an orgasm. 

"Did that make you wet?" Lynn asked her.

"Feel," Georgia said, pulling Lynn's hand between her legs. 

"Oh wow," Lynn said, rubbing her friend for just a moment before pulling her hand away and looking at me. "You should go down on her."

"I think you should," I said, trying again to push things in the right direction.

"Please baby? For me?" Lynn begged.

"Seriously?" I asked, confused as hell.

"Damn it, someone do it or I'm filling up the hot tub again," Georgia groaned, clutching herself.

While it didn't fit any plan I had, I wasn't going to refuse, either. I rolled on my stomach and pushed Georgia on her back as I moved between her legs. Her smooth pussy glistened with her need and I tentatively pressed my tongue against her clit. She tasted good, different than Lynn, but still good. I pushed away a sudden, sharp stab of guilt, as if I was somehow cheating on my wife by eating Georgia's pussy in front of her. 

That sense of guilt drifted away as Lynn moved alongside Georgia. She ruffled her fingers through my hair and asked Georgia, "He's good, isn't it?" Georgia's answer was a soft moan which either meant I was doing a good job or she appreciated the way Lynn began playing with her tits. I kept my eyes open and looking up, watching as Lynn began sucking on Georgia's tits. Her pretty blue eyes never left mine. Even when she kissed Georgia, she kept her eyes on me until Georgia moaned and came beneath my tongue. 

My style was to keep going, even after the girl came. I would keep going until she told me she had enough. Some girls liked that. Lynn was one of those girls. She would have an orgasm and enjoyed it when I kept licking her until the last bit of her orgasm had faded away. But that wasn't Georgia. She squirmed, pulling away as her clit became too sensitive for another touch. I lifted my head and as soon as I did, Lynn attacked me. She pressed her mouth directly on top of mine and began sucking on my tongue. I was stunned and thrilled at the same time. Our kiss lasted a long time before she pulled away, leaving us both a bit breathless.

"There," she announced to us. "Now I know how Georgia tastes."

"It tastes better from the source," Georgia said with an impish smile.

"I'm sure it does," Lynn said, giggling and leaving the comment be. 

The three of us snuggled together for a few minutes before bathroom breaks broke us up. I was last to go and when I came back, the two girls sat side-by-side on the bed talking. "Is it okay if Georgia sleeps with us tonight?" Lynn asked. 

"As long as I get my side," I said, claiming the far side of the bed. 

"Are you okay with the middle?" Georgia asked Lynn and she said she was. 

As the wine and the orgasms caught up with us, we each fell asleep to our own thoughts. 



Morning arrived as it typically does and I found myself alone in the big bed while two best friends giggled downstairs. Before heading downstairs, I peeked over the edge of the loft to see what the dress code might be and was glad to see two naked women. I eagerly skipped down the stairs.

"Yes! He got the clothing optional memo!" Georgia said as I reached the bottom of the stairs. 

"I peeked," I admitted and passed out a kiss to both girls. There was coffee and we sat on her well-padded furniture made from rustic logs. 




Georgia on Her Mind



"We should spend more time naked," Lynn announced over the rim of her coffee cup. "I like this."

"I can't complain about the view," I agreed. 

"It's supposed to be warm enough today that we can stay naked," Georgia said, looking as happy as I felt. 

"I really had fun last night," Lynn said, still smiling.

"Have you guys done anything like that before?" Georgia asked.

"You're our first threesome," I assured her.

"I wasn't too forward, was I?" she asked Lynn.

"You were perfect."

"Are you sure?"

"Perfect, perfect," Lynn said and the conversation moved on to plans for heading into town.

"Aw shit," Georgia groaned. "I just realized that if we're heading into town, we'll have to get dressed."

"We can get naked again," I said, not seeing the problem.

"Promise we will," Georgia said as if it was the most important thing in the world to her. "We don't have to have sex again. I just really want to be naked with you guys."

"Has anyone ever told you how weird you are at times?" Lynn asked, laughing.

"Fuck you," Georgia shot back.

"Mm, maybe tonight," Lynn said, finishing off her coffee and heading upstairs for a shower. 

Heading into town was a worthwhile trip as we browsed art galleries, antique, and junk shops. As Georgia had promised, it was summer warm with highs touching the lower 80s. While we had fun, what I really wanted were a few minutes alone with my wife to talk about last night. That didn't happen until we got back to the cabin. 

"Care to go for a walk?" I asked. Georgia apparently understood we might need some time together, pointed us in the direction of a small creek, and insisted we leave her be why she started dinner. "Talk to me," I said, invoking our magic phrase.

"About last night?" She asked. I nodded and waited. "Is it bad if I admit I had a lot of fun?"

"Not one bit," I said, slipping my hand into hers. "But I guess I'm asking if you had the right kind of fun."

"I think I did," she said, looking up at me. We walked a bit farther before she used our magic words on me, "Talk to me, baby."

"I guess I'm wondering why you didn't want to have sex with Georgia."

"What are you talking about?" she asked, eyes wide with surprise. "Who do you think I was having sex with?"

"Both of us? I don't know, it was confusing. I kept pushing the two of you together and it felt as if you were doing the same thing."

"Because I was."

"Now I'm really confused. Why did you want to have sex with Georgia?"

"Truth?" she asked and I could see the struggle inside of her. 

Sweeping her up in my arms, I held her close, reminding her, "I love you. It feels as if I have always loved you because I don't want to remember a time before I knew you. Nothing you can say will turn that off."

"I wasn't watching you having sex with her," she said, pushing away so she could look me in the eye. "I was watching her having sex with you."

She wore a sad look in her eyes when I didn't understand. "Help me understand."

She hugging me hard for a moment before turning away. "She's really hot, isn't she?"

"Georgia?"

Lynn nodded. "I mean, I always thought she was pretty, but she's more than that."

"I don't think she's prettier than you," I offered, still confused.

"You know how you kept trying to make touch her?" I nodded. "That was scary."

"Because I was forcing you? Baby, I'm so sorry. I just thought . . ."

Lynn put her fingers on my lips, cutting off my apology. "No, because every time I touched her it felt so right. Too right. Like it was something I was made to do."

"Baby, we talked about that yesterday. It's okay for you to want her."

"Not as much as I do!" she insisted, looking frantic. "Remember when she was sucking you off?" I nodded, how could I forget? "I came so hard watching her do that."

"I could tell."

"Except you didn't have anything to do with it. I didn't care about whose cock she was sucking. I got off, because it was so sexy seeing her doing it."

"Okay," I said, not seeing a problem.

"And when you went down on her? That nearly killed me because I was so jealous of what you were doing."

"Jealous because I was going down on her?"

"No, jealous because you got to do it and I didn't."

"You could have," I reminded her.

"No, I couldn't, baby. Don't see? I'm just so afraid that I'm going to like it too much."

It took seeing the panic in her eyes for me to sort out what she was saying. "More than me?"

"Maybe," she said as a tear leaked from her eye. 

"Aw baby, no. Don't be like that," I said, wrapping my arms around her again. "We love each other, don't we? Nothing's ever going to get in the way of that."

"Except I loved her first."

"Whoa, what?"

"I don't mean romantically, I mean, as my best friend and my partner-in-crime. We did everything together college, except, well, what we almost did last night."

"I know you're close," I said. "But love close? Like, you know, how you and me love?"

"I don't know. If I have sex with her, what's to stop me from loving her like that?" 

I watched as another tear leaked down her face and I couldn't stand it anymore. I dropped to one knee in front her, something I had only done once before in our life together. Holding her hand, I touched the band of gold around her ring finger on her left hand. "Lynn Rosemary O'Connell," I began, using her maiden name like I did that day in the park so many years ago when I had a diamond ring inside my pocket. I could still remember all the words I spoke to her that afternoon when my heart was beating so hard I was sure it showed through my chest like a cartoon. "I love you in ways I can't understand. I don't know how it can feel as if we were always in love, but it does and even if you say no to me today, I know I will never stop loving you. Not in this lifetime or the next one, forever and always."

"What are you doing?" she sobbed, tears freely flowing out of both her eyes as she looked down at me. "We're already married."

"Let me finish," I said, determined to say the rest of it. "You confuse me, infuriate me, delight me, and most of all, I believe you love me, too, and together, I believe we'll never stop trying to make each other happy. That's why I wanted to put this ring on your finger," I said, spinning her wedding band. "I still believe every word of that."

"Even if I turn into a pussy loving lesbian because you let me to make love to my best friend?" she said, showing a hint of a smile behind her tears.

"Even then," I said, kissing her hand.

"You're an asshole," she said, pulling me to my feet. 

"You're probably right," I said, wiping away her tears before kissing her. That's when she started tugging at my clothes. "What are you doing?"

"Making you naked," she said. "Or don't you remember what we promised my girlfriend?"

"She's not your girlfriend yet. You haven't had sex with her, so it doesn't count."

"Oh yeah? Well you only get to watch the first time."

I helped her get me naked before stripping her down, too. With the sun setting, a slight chill was coming into the air, reminding us that spring was only beginning. Giggling, we half ran and half walked back to the cabin. As soon as Georgia saw us, she did that thing she did a lot, she squealed. "You remembered!" 

"And someone is overdressed," Lynn said, crossing directly to her friend and helping her undress. 

The three of us ate a light dinner and drank a lot more wine. I started to get hard a couple of times and didn't care. Hell, if seeing two beautiful women naked didn't give me a reason to get hard, then there was something wrong with me! When we moved from the table to the sitting area, I strategically picked the chair and left the couch open for the two girls. They didn't complain.

"Are we going to use the hot tub again tonight?" Georgia asked, gently touching Lynn's knee. From where I sat, it looked like a tentative gesture, as if she was testing the idea, measuring Lynn's reaction to being touched. "If we are, I should probably start filling it."

"Maybe we can skip the hot tub and just jump into bed?" Lynn suggested, surprising two out of three people in the room. "Is that okay with you?" she asked me. She stood, held out her hand to me, and led the parade upstairs.

The three of us climbed on top of the big, fluffy comforter covering Georgia's bed. At first, Lynn was in the middle, but she balked at the idea. "I want you in the middle," she told Georgia, climbing over her friend. She pulled my hand on top of Georgia's chest, smiled and said, "Teach me how to make love to a woman."

"Okay," I said, suddenly unsure of myself. "How should I start? I mean, she looks pretty ready."

"Pretend she's me," Lynn suggested. 

"Well, with you, I always like to start with lots of deep kisses because I know how much you love them."

Lynn nodded. "Show me."

Feeling a hyper-aware of my every action, I tried to put myself in the right frame of mind by staring down at Georgia's pretty face. I stroked her cheek for a second while staring into her dark eyes. It felt funny trying to stare at a woman who wasn't my wife with affection, but I did the best I could. To Georgia's credit, she played it straight, offering me a tiny smile before I bent to kiss her lips. That first kiss was just a brush of my lips before I pulled away. "You're beautiful," I murmured and then kissed her again. It was another tease of a kiss, firmer than before, but I still held back. Pulling away once more, I stroked her cheek once more with the back of my hand, really appreciating her beauty before giving her the first real kiss of the night. Her lips parted easily and our tongues met in the middle for a long while before I pulled away.

"My turn," Lynn said, leaning over her friend. As I had done, she caressed Georgia's face with the back of her hand before offering a tiny kiss. When she pulled away, she stared at Georgia for a moment before softly saying, "I've always thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever met." She gave a second, firmer kiss before pulling away to study Georgia's reaction. When she went in for that third, deeper kiss, I could feel the heat between them. That kiss lasted a long time before she pulled away and smiled at me. "Okay, what now?"

I couldn't help it. I chuckled, but played along just the same. "Well, normally I keep kissing her and start rubbing her tits."

"Show me," Lynn insisted.

I had to wait a second to wipe the goofy grin off my face. In a way, it felt as if I was giving away the secrets of my seduction techniques. How many times had I done precisely these moves to Lynn? Shouldn't she recognize every one of them? I pushed away my awkward feelings, bent, and kissed Georgia again. Her lips felt wet. Was that from Lynn's kiss? Maybe. I allowed our kiss to grow in its intensity. Beneath me, Georgia was a willing partner.

We kissed with open mouths and eager tongues as I began caressing her breasts. Like last night, I was again struck by the differences between touching Lynn and touching Georgia. Even Georgia's nipples felt foreign to my fingertips as I gently twisted and pulled in the way I knew Lynn always like best.

"Oh, that was nice," Georgia said when I backed away.

"Now it's my turn?" Lynn asked. I nodded and she repeated everything she had witnessed as faithfully as she could. I marvelled while recognizing the gestures I had made. It felt funny seeing them repeated to me like a game of copycat or something. "What now?" Lynn asked, her voice breathy and excited sounded.

"Well, when I'm doing this to you, I keep going. If I going to go down on you, I keep kissing until I'm kissing down your neck."

"Less talking and more doing," she grinned.

"Well, the other part is how excited I get anticipating going down on you. That and you usually touch me."

"Okay," she said, glancing at Georgia. "Is it okay with you?"

"Yes," she whispered, clearly excited and eager for the lesson to continue.

I picked up where I left off by kissing her lips while groping her chest. Georgia reached down for my hard cock, cradling it in her hand and pulling on it while I began kissing down her neck. I lingered for a few moments when I reached her nipples, alternately sucking on one stiff point before switching to the other. Slowly, I slid down with more kisses across the flat of her tanned stomach. I kissed her pubic mound in a spot where Lynn had soft, downy fur and I stopped, looking up at my wife.

She gave me a tiny grin before repeating what she had witnessed. There was a long, deep kiss followed by the trail of tiny kisses leading to Georgia's soft breasts. Lynn earned a moan from her friend while kissing Georgia's breasts before I realized Georgia was playing along, too. Georgia had her hand between Lynn's legs, clutching my wife's sex much as she had done when I was kissing down her body. Slowly, Lynn slipped down Georgia's body, slipping away from Georgia's caress until she planted a kiss on Georgia's bald pussy.

"Keep going, baby," I suggested, stroking my wife's hair. She was in position to taste Georgia and I didn't see a reason for me to do it first.

"No, teach me to do it."

"You just do it," I smiled. "Start with how I do it to you."

"Teach me," she insisted before hooking her arm around my neck and kissing me.

Side-by-side, we laid on our stomachs between Georgia's olive toned legs. I gently rubbed Georgia's smooth pussy, exploring how she felt and hopefully teasing her before I applied my mouth.

"Tell me what you're doing," Lynn said.

"I'm just rubbing her, sort of teasing her before I lick her. She has a pretty pussy, doesn't she?" I moved my hand away.

"Yes she does," Lynn sighed, replacing my hand with hers. She gently caressed Georgia's pouting pussy. "She feels warm." Just as I had done, Lynn traced a single finger between Georgia's lips before pulling away and looking at me for the rest of her lesson.

"Sometimes, I liked to tease you," I said. "I'll sort of lick and suck on your lips before licking between them."

"I always love when you do that," she purred, her hand on the back of my head, guiding me forward for another demonstration. I did as I described, bathing and caressing both sides of Georgia's pretty pussy with my tongue. She moaned while I did it.

"That really does feel good."

"Your turn," I said, moving aside for my wife's turn. Once more, she followed my example, licking and lapping at her friend's pussy. I squirmed against the comforter, grinding my hard cock against it. Fuck, that was hot! I didn't want her to stop, but she did. 

"What now?"

"Depends," I said, caressing Georgia again. Her pussy lips were wet from two tongues caressing her. I pulled her brown lips apart and exposed her clit. "Sometimes, I'll tease you," I said, blowing across her clit. "Sometimes I'll dive right in and try focusing like a laser right on your clit in tiny circles." When I demonstrated what I meant, Georgia squealed. "I always like licking your pussy because I love how you taste." I did that, too, coating my tongue with Georgia's sweetness. "Of course, fingering you can be important," I advised, slipping two fingers inside the other woman's pussy. "And, depending on how you're reacting, sometimes I'll do a little of everything." As I had done last light, I went for it. I licked, lapped, and sucked on Georgia's pussy in a combination of techniques, losing myself in the thrill of going down on a woman. With my free hand, I reached up and caressed her breasts, too. It was difficult pulling away, except I had an eager student with her cheek laying on Georgia's other thigh, eagerly waiting her turn. 

I pulled away, moving to the other side of Georgia's leg, giving Lynn full access to her friend. "I love you," she told me before turning her attention to her friend. She looked nervous as she caressed Georgia for a moment, as if building up her will for what she was about to do. Holding Georgia's pussy splayed, Lynn pressed her mouth against her friend and became a pussy eater. 

For a few moments, it looked as if Lynn was still finding her way. Her tongue slipped everywhere from poking deep inside Georgia's pussy up to circling her clit. It looked a little sloppy and undirected to me, but I didn't correct her. For me, eating pussy always had two parts to it. Obviously, it was about giving your partner pleasure with the most intimate of kisses. But, for me, there has always been the joy of doing it, too. I love going down on Lynn. I've always loved going down on any of the girls I knew before Lynn. I wasn't going to be critical of my only pussy eating student. She would find her way.

"Oh yes, there! Like that!" Georgia squealed, tangling her fingers into Lynn's hair while digging her heels into the mattress and lifting her ass off the bed. Seeing my wife's fair skinned face pressed against Georgia's darker flesh was erotic as hell and I struggled keeping my hands off my cock as I watched them. Whatever Lynn was doing, she had found something magical for Georgia who scream, squealed, and shook as her orgasm overtook her.

Like me, Lynn kept going after Georgia's orgasm, causing more shrieks as Georgia tried pushing Lynn away. "What?" Lynn asked, looking confused. "I'm not done yet."

"Too sensitive," Georgia gasped. "Besides, now it's my turn to do you."

Lynn smiled at me before rolling on her back. Her cheeks and chin glistened from being between Georgia's legs. I wanted to kiss her, but held back as Georgia slipped into place between my wife's creamy, white thighs. Georgia pulled her long, curly hair over her head before pressing her face against Lynn's bare lips and barely there pubic hair. 

As much as I love eating pussy, I felt like an amatuer watching Georgia pleasing my wife. She went after Lynn's pussy with a gusto I had never witnessed or imagined. Where I had always tried to be a seduce, easing Lynn to an orgasm, Georgia was a wild woman. Her tongue went everywhere as she licked, slurped, and fingered my wife. It took only minutes before Lynn cried out with the joys of her first orgasm, but that didn't stop her friend. Georgia kept going, pausing only to look over her shoulder at me, "I'm gonna make your bitch squirt," she grinned before going back to work.

"Oh fuck!" Lynn cried out as another orgasm struck right on the heels of her first one. "Oohhh," she kept moaning as Georgia refused to stop. Lynn thrashed on the big bed, tossing her head so violently from side-to-side I was afraid she would break her neck. Again and again she cried out her pleasure in moans, groans, and cuss words. "Oh fuck! Oohh! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Beneath her chin, Georgia was using two fingers inside of Lynn. I could see her elbow working as she pistoned her fingers in and out of my wife's pussy. Her finger thrusts added a second wet smacking sound to the room, the first came from Georgia's mouth and the second came from Lynn's wet pussy being furiously finger-fucked. "Come for me, dammit," Georgia demanded. "Let it go. Squirt, bitch!"

Lynn began a deep, guttural groan I had never heard before. It was somewhere between a moan and a deep throated groan that sounded like something from "Animal Planet." I watched as her legs began quivering, shaking, and her eyes went wide with shock and surprise.

"Yes!" Georgia squealed, pulling away as a thick stream of clear fluid squirted out of my wife's pussy, hitting Georgia on the chest before turning into a dribble. 

"Oh my God, did I just pee on you?" Lynn gasped, looking both horrified and pleased at the same time.

"No, you just squirted," Georgia laughed. "It's like girl cum." She climbed on top of Lynn, rubbing against her and kissing her. "I had a feeling you could do that."

"That was fucking amazing!" Lynn sighed, holding Georgia close and showering her face with kisses. "Can I do that to you?"




Georgia on Her Mind



"You can try," Georgia said, giggling as they rolled on the bed. Lynn was pushing Georgia on her back again, already kissing down her chest. 

"It tastes like pussy."

"I know!"

"Tell me what to do," Lynn said, laying on her belly, eager for her lesson.

"Finger my g-spot while you eat me and when I get close, don't lick my clit too much or I'll just have orgasm."

"Mm, like this?" Lynn asked between mouthfuls, already working her fingers in and out of Georgia.

"Yeah, like that, keep going." Lynn moaned again as she licked Georgia's pussy and a few moments later, they were both moaning. Georgia kept feeding Lynn little instructions. "Finger me faster." And, "Yeah, there, but harder." And, "Next to my clit, honey." 

I stared, transfixed and forgotten as the two women made love to each other. Part of me felt honored to watch while another part of me felt as useful as a bike for a fish. When I say I kept my hands to myself, I mean I didn't intrude on them or masturbate, either. My cock wanted me to do it. My cock ached because it was straining so much with lust, but I could tell this wasn't about me. I watched, fascinated and alone in my need.

"Yes!" Georgia cried out. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" And her legs quivered, too. Lynn backed away as a smaller spray squirted on her. 

"Did you see that?" she asked, giving me a quick glance. "I did it! I made her squirt!"

"That was hot as hell," I admitted, still suffering with my cock straining for relief.

"You're hot as hell," Georgia told Lynn, reaching for her and pulling her back into her arms. 

"Fuck, I love you," Lynn gushed as if I didn't exist and the same became true of how she kissed Georgia. 

I sat on the corner of the bed for a while longer, watching the two of them kissing, cuddling, and murmuring sweet nothings to each. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this with you," Georgia said.

"I know, I'm sorry. I should have never said no to you in college," Lynn said, kissing her girlfriend.

"I almost gave up girls because of you."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted you and, I don't know, it's stupid," Georgia started and stopped until Lynn insisted. "I just wanted to save myself for you because we were still friends and I always thought, as long as we stayed best friends, maybe this would happen one day."

"I love you," Lynn said again before they were once more lost in kisses. Those kisses lingered until they were kissing and groping each other. Their bodies were slick and wet looking from their lovemaking and the heat of being in the upstairs loft. I watched as fingers slipped between legs and wiggled as they kissed until they were both moaned with new orgasms. 

I couldn't resist the magic and beauty of what I was watching. My stroked my aching cock until it was finally satisfied. Without an option, I caught my orgasm in the palm of my hand, feeling both relieved and a bit ashamed of myself for giving in to my need. Quietly, I climbed off the bed.

"Where are you going?" Georgia asked, first to notice me standing.

"Clean up," I said, figuring my cupped hand told the rest of the story.

"You're coming back to bed, aren't you?" Lynn asked.

"In a minute," I said, heading towards the stairs and the downstairs bathroom. I don't know why I did, except it felt right to give them some space. I went into the bathroom, washed my hands and used the john. Back in the main room of the cabin, I heard their private little giggles before spying the wine still sitting on coffee table. I filled my glass, pulled a blanket used as a throw over the couch, and wrapped it around my shoulders before stepping outside. I heard another needful moan as I quietly shut the door behind me.

Georgia had been right about the night sky this far away from the city. I felt as if I could see every star ever created and then some. There were wisps of clouds in the air that I recognized as the Milky Way and when I stared long enough, it felt as if I could see the colors of the night sky. I wrapped the blanket around myself a bit tighter, sipped my wine, and lost myself in the majesty of a universe bigger than I had ever imagined.

I wasn't pouting or feeling sad. Honestly, I can't remember feeling anything more than stunned by a sky more filled with more stars than it would take tears to fill the ocean. It truly was beautiful and revealed in stunning HD. I took very small sips from my glass wine, ready to nurse it until the night chill chased me back inside or the sun rose. 

My mind drifted to the joys I imagined were still being exchanged behind me. My ears rang with the unbridled sounds of pleasure my wife had made, sounds I never knew she had inside of her tiny frame. It made me happy that I had been allowed to witness her making that strange, guttural sound. I was happy someone had found a way to give her joy to that extreme. That's when an odd thing happened to me. I started to grow hard again. 

I let it happen. I didn't see a reason to fight against it. I sipped my wine, stared at the stars, and wondered how Georgia knew she could make Lynn squirt. Was that a lesbian talent? Luck? I had seen it happen in porn movies, but never imagined it was something available to mere mortals. "Who knew?" I grunted to the sky. 

Convinced I had been taking tiny sips of wine, it came as a surprise when I tipped an empty glass to my lips. I sat for a while longer considering what I should do about it before quietly opening the front door in time to hear Georgia's cries. "Yes!" she called to the night. "Fuck yes!" I smiled, refilled my glass and retreated back to my perch on the porch step. It was quieter out here, more peaceful.

I realized I was smiling. I had been thinking about Georgia's cries (okay, I may have been stroking my hard cock a bit, too) when it occurred to me the reason behind her cries. My wife was making her feel that way. Surely she had her pretty face pressed against the tan looking bareness of her girlfriend's pussy. Good for her, I thought. Good for both of them. I was glad Lynn was having fun. I set a half empty wine glass to the side before I drained it. The night felt colder and I huddled beneath my blanket.

Did Georgia really live as a nudist during her summers out here? Why not? It was quiet and secluded enough. I stood, wearing the blanket more as a cape than a robe, and I exposed my hard cock to the night air and the stars above me. I tugged on it a few times, enjoying the sensation of its heat against the night's chill. I would be fun to fuck Lynn out here on a night like tonight. It would be fun to feel her nipples stiff because of the cold and then because of my hands. 

Or Georgia's hands.

I wondered which she now preferred. Had I lost her? Had those cries signaled a new beginning for her? I emptied the wine glass and fought against the impulsive urge to shatter it against the side of the cabin. You were supposed to make a toast and toss wine glasses into fireplaces, not against buildings. I wrapped the blanket tighter around my naked body and glanced back up at stars that didn't feel as magical as before. Hell, according to astronomers, any one of those stars may have died millions of years ago and we were still ignorantly waiting for the news.

I went back inside, tired of the dark and cold. What good were stars that shined without lighting a path? Even the moon could cast a shadow when it was full. I tried pouring another glass of wine from an empty bottle. Spying Lynn's full glass, I poured it from hers to mine. From the faint sounds still drifting downstairs, I could tell she wasn't interested in it anymore. I took one sip before curling up on the couch. I had gotten more of a chill than I realized while outside. If I curled into a ball while laying on my side, I could fit all the way beneath the blanket. That felt good. Warm. Safe.

The cabin was dark and silent when I opened my eyes. I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep. I looked around for a clock and didn't see one. Remembering my cell phone was plugged in next to the bed, I quietly padded upstairs. Lynn and Georgia were snuggled inside each other's arms beneath a new comforter. That made sense. I had witnessed them soiling the original comforter. 

"Baby? What happened to you?" Lynn whispered in a quiet voice full of sleepiness. 

"I was looking at the stars," I said.

"Mm," she mumbled. "Come sleep."

"You sure?" I asked. She patted the empty space next to her. I laid down on top of the comforter, careful not to rock the bed so much that I woke up Georgia. I was still carrying the blanket from downstairs. I pulled it across my nakedness. "I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," Lynn said in her sleepy time voice. She snuggled a little closer to Georgia and went back to sleep.



Little had changed when I woke up. The girls were still cuddled close together beneath the comforter. I carefully got out of bed and put my blanket back across the couch. After visiting the downstairs bathroom, I picked up wine glasses and started coffee. Our clothes were still in a heap by the door from our evening walk. While waiting for the coffee, I folded Lynn's and started to do the same with mine before stopping. Folding them didn't make much sense when I could simply put them back on, so that's what I did.

I poured my first cup of coffee and carried it out to the porch. It would have been too brisk for being naked, but not too bad wearing clothes. I looked out over the mountains, seeing the low hanging mists of their namesake. I sipped my coffee and refused to think. I stood lost without thoughts for a long time before the front door cracked opened and Lynn poked her head around it. 

"Hey you! What are you doing?"

"Nothing," I said, giving her a smile that felt remarkably easy and truthful on my face.

"Well, come do nothing in here. It's cold out there."

From the tiny glimpse I had caught of Lynn, I knew she was still naked. When I stepped back inside the cabin, I wasn't surprised finding both of them naked. "Thanks for making coffee," Georgia said with sleep-filled eyes and a rats nest of tangled hair on top of her head. 

"What happened to you last night?" Lynn asked, kissing my cheek. "We were all having fun and then the next thing I know you were gone."

"I sort of had an issue," I said, giving Georgia a smirk.

"Someone jerked off and ended up with a handful," the dark hair woman explained with a giggle. 

"Aw, and I missed seeing you do that!" Lynn complained.

"You were facing the wrong way to see," I said.

"It still would have been fun to see," she playfully pouted before asking the difficult question for me to answer. "But why didn't you come back?"

I shrugged. "I came downstairs, washed my hands and saw that last bottle of wine sitting there."

"You missed the good parts," Lynn said, slipping up behind Georgia and wrapped her arm around the other woman's waist. As if that wasn't intimate enough, she planted a kiss on Georgia's shoulder before telling me, "You missed us sixty-nining."

"Dammit," I chuckled, trying to look disappointed without pulling it off.

"That scissoring thing though," Lynn said, slowly slipping away from Georgia. Her hand trailed behind her as if she didn't want to stop touching the other woman. "That always looks so hot in porno movies, but it really didn't do much for me." I was sitting at the small dining table and Lynn joined me. 

"I think it's would be more fun if we were both grinding against a toy or something," Georgia offered, joining us. She sat across from me, which also put her sort of next to Lynn. She smiled when Lynn took my hand.

"We should so try it that way next time!" Lynn said, picking up on Georgia's propensity to squeal. 

I finished my cup of coffee and rinsed out my cup. I could have used a second cup, except I wasn't sure how much longer I could sit with them. "I think I'll grab a shower," I said, heading upstairs. Spying the open hot tub with its showerhead suddenly had me wishing for more privacy. What difference did it make? They had both seen me naked and then some. I pulled off yesterday's clothes, started the shower, and stepped beneath its spray. That's when I noticed the window next to the hot tub. Turning, I faced it, looking out at mountains and still bare trees. 

"Room for one more?" Lynn asked, startling me because I hadn't heard her coming upstairs. 

"Sure," I said. "I'm almost done anyway."

"No you're not," she said, stepping over the side and into my arms. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply. "I wish you hadn't left last night."

I bit back the first words that nearly left my mouth,I'm not that sure I was missed. I replaced them with, "You looked so hot last night."

"Mm, I'm still on a high from it," she purred, rubbing her naked body against me. "She made me feel good in ways I didn't know were possible."

"I saw," I said, wishing her body didn't feel so good against mine. 

"I want you to stay with us next time," she said, caressing my stiffening cock. "Promise?"

"I'm not allowed, remember?"

"If you won't stay with us, I'm not going to do it again," she said, kissing my chest. 

I knew her better than that and called her on it. "Bullshit," I snorted. "I saw how she made you feel last night."

"And I want to feel that way again today."

"Then go for it," I said, stepping into her arms so she couldn't keep rubbing my dick. I didn't want to be hard with her, not right now. 

"Are you jealous of her?" she asked. It was the obvious question. 

"No," I said, looking her in the eyes so she would know I was telling the truth. "I'm not jealous of her one tiny bit. I'm happy for her and you. I'm happy she can make you happy like that. I love you. Why wouldn't I want you to be happy?"

"If you want me to be happy, you'll stay with me. With us."

"I'm not walking away from us," I clarified.

"I meant us, as in Georgia and me," Lynn corrected.

"Maybe," I said, feeling more lost and confused than ever.

"Will you soap me?" she asked, handing me the bar of soap I had been using and there was no way I was going to resist running my hands over her naked body. I caressed her everywhere, stroking her smooth skin with love, affection, and a healthy dose of lust. Damn, I loved this woman!

She offered to soap me, except I was already done with my shower before she arrived and standing for a second one felt wasteful. After toweling each other off, I automatically moved towards my clothes.

Her voice had a sharp, disapproving tone to it when she asked, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Nothing," I said with a sheepish smile as I remained naked. 

"Did I miss the fun?" Georgia asked, topping the stairs for a shower of her own.

"All yours," Lynn said, taking me by the hand and pulling me downstairs. She led me to the door and stepped out on the porch. It was later in the morning than I had guessed. Sun bathed the porch and chased away most of the chill left in the air. Just the same, Lynn's nipples grew stiff from the temperature difference. I wrapped my arms around her, cupping her breasts, and gave them a different reason to be hard. She pressed against me and we were quiet for a long time.

"I'm okay with what's happening between you and Georgia," I said, breaking the silence.

"Good," she said, pulling my hand up to her mouth and kissing it before holding it against her chest again. "I told her I loved her last night."

"I heard."

"Was that okay?"

"Is it how your feel?" I asked.

"Is that okay?" she asked, changing the question in an important way.

"Do you think you love her differently now?"

"Maybe."

I gave her a squeeze. "She's a lucky person. You're a good lover."

"We should see if she's done with her shower."

When we heard the whirl of a blowdryer, Lynn headed to the sink and cleaned last night dishes. I helped by drying them. When Georgia came downstairs, we dirtied a couple dishes with an early lunch. Between eating and chatting, we wasted a couple more hours. Georgia tested the porch, decided it was warm enough to strut around naked and invited us on a tour of her property. Like yesterday, the warm air promised spring would soon come. She showed us her the pit she used for firing her pottery and the wheel she used for throwing it. 

Mostly, we walked around in the warm air, enjoying the feel of the sun on our naked bodies and each other's company. I didn't think twice about that Georgia and Lynn held hands most of the time. In fact, I thought it looked sweet. A few times they kissed and that was sweet, too. I barely noticed how irrelevant I was to them.

We eventually worked our way back to the cabin. "Should we go upstairs?" Georgia asked, already leading Lynn by the hand towards the stairs.

"Only for a couple hours," I said. "We still have to drive back and it's a four hour drive."

"Come with us," Lynn said, finally grabbing my hand.

"Go," I said, pulling away and heading towards the sink. I found a glass and helped myself to water from the faucet. 

Lynn hesitated. "But you promised," she said, staggering towards the stairs as Georgia gently pulled. 

"No, I never did," I corrected, turning back to sink for more water. When I turned back, I saw two pairs of legs walking upstairs. As I had predicted, Lynn wouldn't say no to Georgia and I couldn't blame her. Georgia could offer something I couldn't. No matter how well I might learn how to eat pussy, I would never be a beautiful woman eating her pussy nor could I offer her a pussy except by stepping aside. That much, I could do. 

I carried my glass of water to the small sitting area, found a coaster for my glass, and rearranged throw pillows until I was nestled into the corner of the couch. I wished I had brought my phone downstairs or even my clothes. Without either, I leaned back and closed my eyes as I heard the beginnings of their lovemaking. Their voices travelled too well over the edge of the loft. I believe the slanted ceiling helped reflect them towards me. It sounded as if I could hear every word spoken above a whisper along with the wet sound of loud kisses.

"Let him pout," Georgia said between kissing sounds. "He has you every night and I've only had you for one."

"Mm, that feels so good," Lynn purred. I didn't try to imagine what Georgia was doing to my wife and it was just as well because I would have guessed wrong.

"You're the reason I'm so wet," Georgia cooed and I realized when Lynn had said That feels so good, she was doing the touching, not Georgia. "Everytime I kiss your lips I think about how good they feel pressed against me down there."

"Lean back," Lynn said, her voice a husky command. "Let me taste you." A moment later, Lynn's voice rang out again. "Fuck, I love doing this to you!"

I bit back a groan as my cock swelled and I was once again trapped between feeling as if I was losing my wife while celebrating her joy. There were moans that trickled down from upstairs. I didn't try to sort them out. Instead, I kept my eyes closed and imagined a sky full of stars and the slight chill of the night air. My cock didn't care about stars as it throbbed useless and meaningless. 

I drifted off to sleep while listening to the sweet sounds of pleasure being shared above and behind me. There were gasps and moans, punctuated with sharper cries that surely signaled orgasms pending or achieved. None of it was for me or because of me and I forced myself to continue slumbering. Sleep had been at a precious minimum for me last night and I had a long drive ahead.

Drifting in and out of sleep eliminated the value of time. I didn't worry about it. However long Lynn choose to spend with her girlfriend would work for me. I had said a couple hours, but that could easily become four or five without a complaint from me. If push came to shove, I could call into work tomorrow. I had sick and vacation days in reserve. I heard teasing giggles as secrets were shared in hushed tones too low for me to hear. Keeping my eyes closed, I repositioned throw pillows and stretched out Georgia's couch. Vaguely, I was aware that my cock was still hard with hope. I ignored that, too. 




Georgia on Her Mind



I know I slept because I can remember all the times I woke to a passionate cry and a substantial change in the sounds trickling down from above. I felt myself slipping into a lucid dreaming state where dreams and reality clashed. I imagined two nights ago when Lynn's fun had included the three of us, what had happened, almost happened, and didn't quite happen. Juxtaposed with those memories were thoughts of last night when I only watched. Those vivid images tried to make sense of the new sounds until it was an odd, erotic jumble. 

I was still in that state of lucid dreaming when I felt an odd sensation. I felt my cock being lifted from my stomach and a warm, wet pussy engulfing it. That was too real of a sensation. I opened my eyes and froze as Georgia squirmed against me. I sat up, making it as far as leaning on my elbows as I looked around the cabin. "Where's Lynn?"

"Upstairs," Georgia said, pushing against my big chest while grinding her pussy against me. I felt her contracting muscles deep inside her pussy and it felt amazing. "Relax," she said, leaning over me. "I asked her if I could do this."

"Fuck me?" I asked, still confused with what was happening in my world.

"Yes. Now kiss me and tell me if I still taste like her." She pressed her mouth against mine and shoved her tongue between my lips. There was a sweetness clinging to her that I could smell as well as taste. 

"Why?" I gasped when she finally pulled away. She pulled my hands to her tits, urging me to caress her. I did so automatically, still bewildered.

"Because I wanted to say thank you for bringing her to me," Georgia smiled. She eased herself up and down my shaft with ease. On every down stroke, she squirmed and clenched those hidden muscles. "And maybe because I like cock, too," she added with a playful giggle.

"You feel amazing," I offered as I caught up with the moment.

"Your wife says the same thing."

"Are you guys done?" It felt like a foolish and poorly worded question.

"I don't think we'll ever be done," Georgia said, leaning over and kissing me again. She ran her fingers through my hair as she gyrated against me. "You know I've always wanted her, right?" I nodded. "And now that I've had her, I'm never letting go." She squeezed my cock hard. It was a remarkable sensation.

"She told me she loves you."

"And I love her, but there's one thing I can never be for her." I gazed up at the dark skinned woman with curly dark hair with a question in my eyes. "I can never be you for her. I can never be her man."

"I'm not so sure that matters," I groaned, unsure if it was from the fucking I was receiving or how my heart felt. 

"Sure it does," Georgia said, kneeling more upright and riding me cowgirl style. Did she know this was my favorite position? Had Lynn said something or was it purely dumb luck? "No matter how many girlfriends I've had, I still like this."

"You're going to make me cum," I gasped, teased too many times in the last day and half to maintain my control.

"Do it," she said, putting her hands behind her head and gleefully bounced up and down on my cock. Damn, that felt so good and she looked so hot as her larger breasts swayed with every bounce. 

I groaned as I struggled with my emotions and my libido while my orgasm welling up me. Part of me wanted to hate Georgia for making me feel so good. Hell, for making my wife feel so good, too. Part of me resented ever pushing Lynn to explore her sexuality. There was no reason for this weekend to go the way it had, not even after Lynn's confession about college. We could have flirted and played without ever giving into temptation as we had so many times before. I could have remained oblivious to Georgia's charms. Instead, I vainly tried to hold back my orgasm. 

Georgia was in good shape, but the cowgirl position gets tiring fast. Whenever Lynn did this to me, I never held back. I would enjoy the experience as much as I could and as quickly as possible. But this wasn't Lynn and as amazing as Georgia's pussy felt, the most important part of my heart held my orgasm in check and I believe it would have stayed that way, except for what happened next.

"Do it, baby," Lynn said, popping up behind Georgia. I had missed when she came downstairs. I have no idea how much she had seen or heard. None of that mattered as much as seeing her now. She reached around Georgia, cupping her swaying breasts and smiled at me. "Cum for us."

A deep, throaty sound emanated from me that I can only compare to the sounds lions make when mating. It was part growl, part groan, and part joyful roar as I came deep inside this other woman riding my hard cock. I felt her pressing down on me, grinding against me and I felt her inner muscles trying to contract around me, but my orgasm was too strong for her muscles. I pulsed and throbbed inside of her unencumbered by her attempts to hold my cock with her pussy. 

"Holy shit!" Georgia squealed before she began laughing. "What the hell kind of sound was that?"

"No kidding," Lynn giggled, staring down at me with wide eyes. "You never do that for me!"

"Get over here and kiss me," I said, holding out my arms to her. She immediately left Georgia and came to me. I grabbed her, held her tight, and peppered her face with kisses. "I love you," I managed between kisses. "I will always love you."

"And I love you, too, you nut," she giggled, laughing at my rapid fire kisses until I calmed down enough to give her one good kiss. 

"Damn," Georgia said, lifting off my cock. "Even your wife doesn't squirt this much!"

"Damn is right, baby," Lynn said, caressing my hard cock. She bent over and began sucking me. "Oh fuck, this tastes good."

"Here's some more," Georgia said, holding her cupped hand between her legs. She smeared more of our combined lovemaking on my cock for Lynn's tongue. "I think I need another shower."

"I think we all do," I said, a bit overwhelmed. 

Laughing like college students drunk for the first time, the three of us raced upstairs to the shower and took turns kissing and caressing each other. Looking out the window by the shower, I saw the sun had set and the first stars were dotting the sky. Rinsed clean, I was first to step out and dry off. The girls got lost in one more kiss before they decided they were clean enough, too.

"Do you really have to go?" Georgia asked as she used her towel to dry a spot off Lynn's back. 

"Yeah, we do," Lynn answered before I could say anything. "He has to work in the morning and I don't think I can handle another orgasm from you."

"What about from me?" I asked, just playing. 

"After a four hour drive home? I think I'll be ready again."

Georgia sat on her bed as we got dressed and collected our things. She stayed naked while following us downstairs and as far as her porch. "I love you," she said, pulling Lynn into a big embrace that included a very long kiss. 

"I love you, too," Lynn told her back. 

The hug and kiss Georgia and I shared didn't last as long or include as much passion. "Thank you," I said and that earned me a second kiss from her. 

"Thank you," she told me before shooing us away to our car.



We rode together in silence as I bounced down the dirt path Georgia had called a road. Eventually, I met the main road that led to the highway. "We could have stayed," I said before it was too late to turn back around.

"No, we couldn't," Lynn said, putting her hand on my thigh. "We need to go home and be just us again."

"Okay," I said, knowing there was more but not pushing for it yet. I waited until we got to freeway. I stopped long enough to fuel up and buy coffee for both of us. Once I was pointed towards home, I asked her to talk to me. Lynn knew why and I knew she would, even if she didn't start talking right away. Nearly five minutes passed before she did.

"I fucked a lot of guys in college," she finally said. "I mean, before I met you. It's part of the reason how I knew I loved you. Once we started dating, I sort of didn't want to fuck any other guys."

"Okay," I said, patting her knee. I could understand where that might have been a difficult thing for her to admit. "You know you weren't my first, right?"

"I know and I know we never really talked about other people we dated because it never really matter." Long ago, we had even said as much to each other: what was past was past and didn't matter. She fell quiet again. 

"Am I supposed to ask how many other guys there were?"

"Oh God no, please don't," she snorted. "More than five and less than ten, okay?" It was. "I know I dated a couple of guys just because I could. You know how it was, you were away from home for the first time, you didn't have your parents watching over you, all that crap, right?"

"For whatever it's worth, my number was five. At least in college, before you, five."

"Georgia and I used tell each other about our dates. In detail. I mean, explicit detail. I know sometimes when I was telling her about one of my dates, she was hiding beneath her covers in the dark and masturbating."

"How did you know?"

"I just did and sometimes, I did the same thing when she would tell me about a date she went on. Not always, but sometimes, I would lay there and imagine the things she was saying were happening to me. And then, one night I sort of got it confused and I began imagining I was the person doing those things to her." Lynn paused for a sip of her coffee while I passed a slower driver. Lynn never liked to talk while I was passing someone at night. 

"She told me a story one night about a guy she didn't fuck. That's how she started the story, by telling me, 'Okay, we didn't fuck, but wait until you hear what we did!' And there was something weird about her story, as if she making it up. I don't know if she was, but the guy in the story had longish blonde hair and was skinny and I didn't know there were any guys like that on campus."

"You think she told you the story of you doing her, except you were a him?"

"Yeah, and that was my favorite story. I came really hard when she told me that story and I think she even heard me coming. I think she came, too, because we were both breathing hard. Then it was like the next day when she made a pass at me."

"It was too soon, wasn't it?"

"I guess. I don't know. But I remember I date like three guys in a row right after that, as if I had to remind myself that I loved cock."

"Did it work?"

"I guess," she said. "I was still straight by the time you and I met." I waited for more to her story and there wasn't any. 

We rode in silence for a bit until the point of her story suddenly hit home. "That's why we're heading home, isn't it?" I blurted out. "You want to make sure you still love cock." I stared at her silhouette and saw her nod.

"Is that bad?" she asked.

"I don't know," I admitted. 

"I really wish you would have come to bed with us this afternoon," she said before I grew quiet as my tried to figure things out. I don't know how long I was quiet, but long enough for Lynn to grow worried. "Talk to me."

I was a bundle of half formed thoughts as I spoke my mind. I didn't know how I felt and keeping it bottled up wasn't helping. I told her how sweet it was watching them kissing and holding hands while we were walking around outside. Then I jumped to how I felt last night when I sat outside. I shared the jumbled up thoughts I had while Georgia was fucking me about how guilty I felt for pushing. 

"Baby, none of this is your fault," Lynn said, looking worried in the dashboard lights. I knew my words had gone everywhere without making much sense. I was confusing her as much as I was myself. That's when I saw the lights of an exit up ahead and I knew what I to do. I put on my turn signal, took the exit, crossed over the freeway, and got back on facing the opposite direction. "What are you doing?"

"We're going back," I said and as I accelerated down the exit ramp, I knew it was exactly what we had to do.

"But you have work tomorrow," Lynn protested. "And she's not expecting us."

"Call her," I said, forcing myself to keep my speed no more than five miles per hour over the speed limit.

"What if I don't want to go back?"

"What if I do?"

"I'm serious," she insisted with an edge to her voice. 

"So am I," I said, nursing the cruise control a couple miles per hour faster. Why not? I had just driven this stretch of highway and hadn't seen any cops. "You have about forty-five minutes to let her know we're coming back. Call her and ask if it's okay. If she doesn't want to see us again, I'll turn back around."

"You're crazy," she said with a worried look as she dug out her phone. She pressed the dial button and the Bluetooth broadcasted the call. 

"Hey, I was just thinking about the two of you," Georgia purred when she answered. Lynn looked at me. "Hello?" Georgia asked when nothing was said.

"Sorry, I was waiting on Lynn to say something first," I said for us. "Look, we were just talking about how late it is and how I have some vacation time saved up and, well. . ."

"Yes!" she squealed, picking up on where I was going. "How far away are you?"

"A little over half an hour?"

"I'll start the hot tub and we'll see if we can relax your wife enough for another orgasm!"

"Perfect," I said before pressing the button on the steering to hang-up. 

"If we're doing this, we're doing this for you," Lynn said, still sounding dismayed.

"You're probably right," I agreed and we rode in strange, icy silence. The only stop I made was to buy more wine. I over bought, in part as way to pay back Georgia for her hospitality. 

We were on the last paved road leading to Georgia's house before Lynn spoke again. "At least tell me what you want."

"To have fun with both of you," I said, slowing as we neared the dirt pathway. "I was an ass last night and again this afternoon. I don't want to be an ass. Maybe all you'll let me do is watch, but that's okay, because that's what I want to do. Or maybe I'll end up sitting downstairs and only listening to the two of you making love. But you know something? If that's all that happens, I'll be a masturbating fool the entire time because the two of you sounded hot as hell this afternoon."

"I should make you stay in the car," Lynn said, sounding more like herself.

"I can jerk-off out here, too."

"No, if you're going to jerk-off, I get to watch," she said and I caught a hint of a smile as I turned down the dirt road.



Georgia stood naked on her porch as we drove up and as our headlights raked across her perfect body I felt a thrill surging through me. I put the car in park and stopped Lynn before she climbed out. "No clothes," I told her. 

"Are you serious?" she asked, giggling. I answered by opening my door, standing, and tossing my shirt back inside the open door.

"Woohoo!" Georgia yelled from the porch, jumping up and down. I glanced over the hood and saw Lynn was following my lead. Naked in the nippy night air, we both ran towards Georgia and her warm cabin. There were kisses waiting for both of us as she asked, "Okay, who's idea was this?"

"All his," Lynn said and I was rewarded with an extra big kiss.

All smiles and contagious happiness, Georgia opened the first bottle of wine I had brought and passed full glasses around as we sat in her living room area. She sat across from us, pulled one knee up to her chest, and openly caressed her smooth pussy as she stared at us. "I was masturbating when you called," she said, sipping her wine as if her other hand wasn't doing anything remarkable. "About both of you." My cock began growing and I didn't hesitate to caress it. Georgia's eyes followed my hand as she smiled. "Yeah, including that. Fuck, your husband can fuck."

"Yeah," Lynn said, slipping her hand into my lap and finding my hand already there. She pushed my hand away. She kissed my cheek, too, and I could guess any second thoughts she had about coming back were gone. 

"The two of you are dangerous," Georgia said, slipping a finger inside her pussy. It came back shiny. 

"You're dangerous," I said, staring between her legs. "Do you have any idea how much I want to go down on you right now?"

"Then do it," she smiled, putting both legs on the floor and parting her legs. 

I took another sip of wine, kissed my wife, and stepped around the coffee table. I knelt on the floor, kissing my way up Georgia's tanned thigh before reaching her pussy. Once I did, I buried my tongue deeply inside her pussy, eager to fully taste her again before I worried about pleasing her. I ran my tongue up her slit, over the stiff button of her clit, and settled in to make her happy.

"Guys feel so different when they do this, don't they?" Georgia mused. I glanced up and saw she still held her wine glass. She wrapped her heels around my back. "They really have no idea what feels best and yet they still can figure out how to please us."

"I think he's good at it, too," Lynn offered.

"Better than me?"

"Different than you," she allowed. "You're more aggressive than he is."

"I bet he can learn how to be more aggressive," Georgia said, putting her hand on the back of my head and pressing me hard against her smooth, wet pussy. "You won't break anything down there."

I pulled away. "I know," I said before going back to doing it in my style. "I like making love to a woman with my mouth."

"Mm, me too," she purred. 

"Is that what you were doing to me?" Lynn asked.

"Did it feel that way?" I guess Lynn nodded because I didn't hear her reply. Instead, I heard Georgia ask, "Is that what you were doing to me?"

"Yes," Lynn announced.

"Oh fuck, he's fingering me," Georgia said incase Lynn couldn't tell. I guess from where she sat, she couldn't see much more than my back. "Do you remember those stories we used to tell each other?"

"Oh-my-God, I was just telling him about those!"

"I used to come so hard listening to your stories."

"Me, too," Lynn admitted.

"If this happened in college, I would have told you about it. I mean, not if you two were still dating. Only if he was just a guy I knew. I would have told you about sitting in a chair, casually sipping my drink and making him eat me."

"You're not making me do anything," I mumbled.

"Shut up and let me tell the story the way your wife wants to hear it," Georgia laughed. She caressed my head and squirmed a bit. "She's playing with herself right now. I think she likes seeing you do that."

"I do," Lynn said. I stole a glance over my shoulder to make sure Georgia was telling the truth. She was. "I used to do this when you told me your stories, too."

"It's why I told you so many of them."

"Me too," Lynn said with a small gasp that I recognized. She was close to her orgasm. I listened for her soft whimper of release. 

"That's just how you used to sound," Georgia said when it happened. It's also when Georgia came, too. Knowing she was hyper-sensitive after her orgasms, I pulled away. She was still holding her wine glass and for some reason, I found that remarkably sexy. With my hard cock leading the way, I stepped back to the couch. Holding the back of Lynn's head, I pulled her into a deep kiss, sharing with her the linger taste of Georgia's pussy. "You two are so cute together."

"Thanks," I said, noticing that Lynn's fingers were still clutching at her pussy. I wasn't surprised, that's just the way she was made. After her orgasms, she liked a bit more play, she always did. "Let me taste your fingers," I requested. She gave me a big smile as I sucked on them. 

"Did you really fill the hot tub?" Lynn asked. Georgia said she had and after refilling our wine glasses, we went back upstairs. At first, we just relaxed in the water. As it turned out, I wound up in the middle between them and they seemed to enjoy that. Lynn was idly stroking my cock with one hand while sipping her wine with the other when Georgia reached over to do the same thing. "Jinx," Lynn giggled and both girls kept their hand on me.