he following is actually a mash-up of two true stories. I’m going to put them together and change the names, and I have embellished the dialogue a little for dramatic effect, but, trust me, this is all true. Enjoy! ***** “Can we?” Stevie asked, nearly pleading with me. “We’re kid-free this weekend and the girls really want to go.” By “the girls,” she meant Carrie and Shannon, our good friends and lesbian duo. Stevie worked with them at the local hospital where they were all nurses’ aides. Although Carrie and Shannon had been together for a long time, they both had their eye on Stevie, especially Carrie. Carrie had made no qualms about how sexy she thought my wife was, and I couldn’t blame her for noticing. Stevie was a typical blonde bombshell. At 5’7″, her 36C boobs jutted magnificently from her chest and strained the buttons on every undersized blouse she owned. But if her breasts were magnificent, then her ass was truly a work of art. Every pair of jeans Stevie owned did nothing but accentuate the voluptuous curves of her hips and butt. Many was the time that I caught other men’s heads swiveling on their necks to get a second glimpse of Stevie’s denim-clad secrets as we walked the streets of downtown Gravel City. Stevie’s assets had not escaped many eyes, and Carrie, along with Shannon, was determined to see much more of her. Stevie and I had been married for less than a year and had no children together. I had a daughter from my first marriage and she came over every other weekend. This being the off weekend, Stevie wanted to go out and take the girls with us. I lifted my almost-empty bottle of beer and said, “This is my fourth one. Don’t think I’m driving anywhere tonight. You can invite them over here tonight if they bring more beer. I only have one left.” With that, I shot her a quick smile, then drained the remainder of my quickly warming brew. As fast as I widened my goofy grin, Stevie got on her phone and called Carrie and told her the situation. Two minutes later, she snapped her phone shut (this was the time when flip phones were all the rage.) “Carrie said she’s helping Dan with his car (Carrie was a whiz with auto repair) but she’ll be here in about an hour or so with Shannon and another case of beer.” Stevie said with a slight smirk. I saw her eyes light up as she told me this, which made me wonder if she had some of the same feelings for the girls that they had for her. Stevie had been quite adventurous before we had met, even going so far as to have a relationship with another woman for a few years. But she had given no indication that she had wanted to have anything to do with another woman after we got together. Not until that afternoon that I saw the twinkle in her eyes when she told me Carrie and Shannon would be there soon. ++++++++++ “Who needs another one?” Carrie asked as we sat in my living room draining beer from brown-tinted glass bottles. She had brought Shannon and Dan with her, along with Shannon’s two young children, and a case of macro-brew. Working on my eighth beer in three hours, I really didn’t need one more. But I answered in the affirmative anyway. The sun had gone down on a mild June evening and we had the doors and windows open in my suburban home. The TV was on and playing a Tigers game, but the sound was off. Someone had turned the stereo on and was churning out some music I didn’t recognize, nor did I care. My thoughts were more focused on Stevie sitting close to Carrie on the couch, her arm draped over Carrie’s shoulder and finger aimlessly twirling a curl of the gay woman’s long, dark hair. As the night progressed, my head began to fill with more thoughts of Stevie and Carrie together. Carrie had, from what I could tell through her t-shirt and jeans, an athletic little body. Small tits but a nice ass that would probably fit in the palm of my hand, if she ever allowed a man to touch her. Around 10:30pm, Shannon announced that she had to take the kids home and Dan begged her for a ride. Carrie was nearly as drunk as I was but wanted to stay for a few more. Stevie, never much of a beer drinker, had remained sober along with Shannon. Stevie volunteered to drive Carrie home later after her and I were done drinking. “Or until he passes out!” she quipped, knowing that I’d been drinking all day. Shannon gathered up the kids, helped a tipsy Dan out of his chair, then piled everyone in the car and drove off. When they left, I got up to get Carrie and I another beer. I handed Carrie a bottle then excused myself to release some previously rented brew in the bathroom. Man, I probably hadn’t peed in hours, or so it seemed. The relief was instant and gratifying and I let out a small “whew!” as most men do after a long-overdue emptying of their bladders. I flushed, washed my hands quickly, then grabbed my beer and weaved my unsteady way back to the living room to re-join my wife and her friend. When I entered the room, I caught a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye and focused my inebriated gaze on that movement. As I looked in the direction of the couch, I saw Stevie and Carrie’s faces quickly parting in what was obviously a kiss. Both tried to play if off by talking about something, but they knew I had caught them in an improper situation. “You know,” I began with a smile and slightly slurred speech, “you don’t have to sneak kisses while I’m out of the room. Carrie, if you want to kiss my wife, then go ahead.” I had never been the jealous type, and I wasn’t about to start now. Truth be told, I wanted to see where this would lead. Stevie seemed to be a little apprehensive, but, fortunately for me, Carrie took charge, grabbed the back of Stevie’s head, and locked lips with my wife. At first, Stevie acted surprised at the abrupt kiss, but melted into Carrie as the passion continued. When Carrie broke the lip lock, Stevie let out a little “Mmmmm” of delight. “Now, isn’t that better than sneaking behind my back?” I asked them. Stevie looked at Carrie then at me, said nothing, but moved on the couch so that her legs were draped over Carrie’s lap. The three of us talked for a bit longer and had yet another beer, none still for Stevie. The two women didn’t kiss again, but Stevie continued to sit with her bare legs (Mid-June is shorts weather in Michigan) over Carrie’s, while Carrie lightly caressed the bare skin of my wife’s gams. After a little while, Stevie excused herself and walked toward the hallway. I thought she must have to use the bathroom, but instead, she went into our bedroom and closed the door. Carrie then turned her attention toward me and began to speak. “You liked it when I kissed her, didn’t you?” she asked me. “Yes… Yes, I did.” I replied, stammering a little. “Jerry,” Carrie continued, “are you open-minded enough to let me do more with her?” “I don’t know,” I responded hesitantly, “I guess… I guess it’d be up to her what she may want to do, if anything…” “We’ve already talked about it,” Carrie said. “She wants to have sex with me. And she wants you to watch while we do it. But…” “But?” I mimicked her. “But she’s pretty sure you’ll want to join in.” She completed her thought. “And I don’t do dick.” “Well, I guess it’d be OK, if she…” I started but was cut off by the sound of the bedroom door opening. Both Carrie and I turned to see Stevie enter the living room. She had changed out of her T-shirt and jean shorts and into… well, I wasn’t sure. She had on a short silk robe and I had no idea if she had anything on underneath it. “Did you guys talk?” Stevie asked us. Unable to speak, I merely nodded. Carrie was able to verbalize though. “Yeah,” she said to Stevie, “he said it’s up to you.” “OK,” Stevie replied. “Jer, I want to talk to Carrie alone for a couple minutes. Could you go into the den for a few?” Again, I said nothing, just nodded. I grabbed my beer and my cigarettes and went through the kitchen and dining room to my den. I lit up a smoke (I’ve quit since then, by the way) and decided to play a game of solitaire on my computer while I waited. I finished the game, lit another smoke, and started a new game, waiting for one of them to come get me. In the middle of my third game, Stevie called out to me and asked me to come into the room. I quietly opened the door and saw Carrie, still clothed, sitting on the bed. Stevie had removed her robe and was topless. Her only remaining clothing was a red, white, and blue thong with ties on the sides that barely covered her bald mound. Stevie stood up and spoke when I came into the bedroom. “So, are we going to do this?” she asked. Finally able to verbalize, I spoke one word, “Yes…” With that, Stevie grabbed the tie on the side of her thong and pulled the knot loose. The thong slipped off her hips and fell to the floor and my wife stood naked before me and Carrie. She motioned for me to sit on the floor and I half-did as I was told. I actually knelt at the end of the bed so that I could get a good view of the impending show. Stevie sat on the bed then swung herself over Carrie so that her legs made a V with Carrie’s face inches from Stevie’s shaved slit. Carrie didn’t wait for permission from me or Stevie, but greedily dived her face into Stevie’s already slick box and found her hard clit with her tongue. Stevie instantly slammed her eyes shut and a slight moan escaped her lips. Just a flicker of candlelight illuminated the room and helped my alcohol-blurred vision see the show happening in my own bedroom. I stayed kneeling silently on the floor while I watched another person lick my wife’s pussy. My impaired mind reasoned that if it was going to happen, then why not with a woman? Wouldn’t a woman know best how to please another woman? They know what they like so, obviously, they should know what the other woman would like as well, right? I hoped Stevie was enjoying it. I knew that I was. And from the sounds escaping her mouth, I reasoned that my wife was loving the attention that Carrie was showing her.