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The Summer Of Love by Nobody: 11:44am On Dec 28, 2018 |
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. |
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