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“That may be the best invitation I’ve had since Jane first invited me to her dorm room long ago,” my husband, George, said. My husband, George, discovered me naked in bed with the neighbor from across the street. Mary was her name. It was my very first lesbian experience. My nerves were still tingling from the wonderful thrill of it when we heard George arrive home and walked up the stairs to the bedroom. Mary wouldn’t let me get dressed. She insisted I be open about it. I expected George to be shocked when he opened the door and saw us naked together. Instead I was shocked at how casually he accepted it. I mean the first thing George said was, “Mary, I see you’ve become acquainted with my wife.” Then Mary invited him to join us! I was the one in shock. George walked over to the bed where I was lying on my stomach with my head propped up on my hands and my lips pursed to conceal my guilt. He bent over and kissed me with his head and lips almost sideways to mine. He let the intensity of the kiss build. I rolled over to better enjoy and extend the kiss. Moving with it, George kept his lips on mine and slid his hand behind my head. I grew lost in the comfort and familiarity of my man as the kiss ascended in intensity to an unusual level of passion. I had completely forgotten about Mary before he pulled away and said, “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” “I’m sorry,” I said. He sat on the edge of the bed kissed me again then said, “Don’t be, after all, how would that make Mary feel? I mean are you really sorry?’ He looked at Mary who said, “I’m not sorry.” After a pause I said quietly, “You’re right, I’m really not sorry either, I enjoyed it very much.” “Well George, are you going to join us?” Mary said to George, then to me asked, “Jane, would you think I am a greedy little whore if I say I’d like to fuck your husband?” It was like a fist to my chest. Pow! What is it with the way this woman can drop bombs on me? I asked myself. I looked at Mary, examining her serene face, and detected a hint of expectancy as she awaited my answer. I paused; I was afraid to look at George. If I did and saw a similar hopeful expectancy in his face I would have been crushed. Finally, seeing movement I looked up to see the back of George walking toward the door. “I think this is way too intense for me,” he said. “Wait” I said, “George, wait.” George’s hand reached the door handle and when he turned he looked just like he did when he entered a few minutes earlier, one hand on the door handle, the other holding his beer bottle. This time, however, I could see his cock had grown a bit inside his pants. I couldn’t blame him. We had talked about this, our fantasies of having sex with others. Threesomes, foursomes, we admitted out fascination with it to each other. My heart was racing. I had a decision to make. “Prop me on the pillows against the headboard and tie my wrists to the bedposts,” I said. “I could only do this if I’m tied.” They both looked at me, their turn to be stunned. “Are |
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