A Die Hard Lesbian Reconsiders For Me And My Wife (MFF) | 2016

A Die Hard Lesbian Reconsiders For Me and My Wife

This is another story of me and my-then-girlfriend-now-wife Jenna, and like the others it didn’t take place too long ago. In fact, it only would’ve been September of 2012, so little more than a year ago. Me and Jenna had been together for coming up a year now, and had just started talking about the idea of opening up our relationship to threesomes. Well, real threesomes that is: we’d had a pseudo one in the past, before we were even dating, but that’s a story for another time.

Now if you’d ever seen Jenna, you might wonder why I might ever want to have sex with anyone else ever again: everybody’s eyes follow her perfect body when she enters a room. I can see every guy I meet eyeing her up and down, wishing they were me, wishing they could get half a chance to bend her tight ass over and ram their cocks into her, or feel her good it is to barely get a grasp on her D-cup tits while she slides herself on top of you. The answer is, I could easily go on fucking just Jenna for the rest of my life – but new people are new experiences, and if I can share those experiences with my wife, well then why the fuck not?

Enter Sally, a freshman barely a few weeks into school when we meet her at a social function for an organization we’re both heavily involved with. She’s small, a few inches shorter than Jenna, with messy blonde hair down to her shoulders and green eyes still soft to the world. Her tits don’t compare to Jenna’s, but they’re nothing to scoff at either: even through her loose fitting hippie-wear they look firm, maybe bigger B’s.

The moment we spot her, Jenna and I share a look: we hadn’t really advanced further than just discussion on the issue of finding someone for a threesome, but I knew that look. Jenna approved.

We moved through the crowd to share a drink with her, and we were quickly disappointed. We opened up the conversation asking how she liked the guys in her dorms. Her response was a fast, “I don’t care, I’m a lesbian.” Honestly, her confidence and lack of shame was impressive, to both of us. This girl very clearly loved pussy, almost as much as she didn’t like cock. The next forty five minutes or so was full of choice quotes, and she was funny too. She had me and Jenna busting up with lines like, “Have I had sex with a guy? Sure, I’ve had sex with guys. But it’s always terrible. It’s like they just get on top and flop around, then I just wait for them to be done so I can get some sleep.”

That would’ve been that: cool person, no sexual interest. But like most of our drunken college stories, it really never was that simple. Sally started to get more and more heavily involved in the previously mentioned organization, and we started to get to know her better, usually in an alcohol soaked context. And the more we hung out, the flirtier she got. From little touches, to walking past everybody else in a room to make sure she got a seat next to us. If there was a bottle in her hand, she was trying to push it on one of us, never quite giving that trademarked “fuck-me-now” pout but making it very clear that if she was going to get crazy, she was going to be doing it with us.

Me and Jenna aren’t and weren’t stupid. We noticed how she seemed to beeline right for us, and how her hippie-chic clothes were maybe not getting more revealing, but definitely more impressive. Maybe a little more low cut, teasing her perky tits, and pants seemed to go out completely in lieu of skirts that would hike up, giving us a view of her panties if she was sitting just opposite us. And she’d make sure to smile our way when they did.

Finally, after a few weeks of this, Jenna pulled me aside. “What about Sally? She totally wants it.”

I smiled, “Well no shit. What do you think of her?”

Jenna bit her lip and leaned in closer, “She’s really cute.” Her eyes were on fire, nervous but most definitely excited. She let out her patented shudder and tiny, mouse-like shriek, knowing full well that saying the words was a big step towards the reality of taking a girl home with us to taste her pussy. She’d never done that. She was going to soon.

Nevertheless, we weren’t 100% sure until one night a few weeks later, when Sally started bringing around her “friend” G around. A young freshman like Sally, G identified as a bisexual, and was currently riding the wave of a lesbian swing on her libido. They sat on our couch and sipped their drinks, barely able to keep their hands off each other, eventually letting us in on all sorts of stories, such as how they’d recently drunkenly had sex at the trampoline at a frat party. There’s no cure for an image like that: I’d be lying if I didn’t say my dick started to sit up and take notice then.

As the night wore on, we all innocently (and very drunkenly) ended up in my room for a minute, and in my drunken confusion, I completely missed Sally’s attempt to clearly start something more. According to Jenna, while I was talking to somebody else, Sally looked over at her, G, and then apparently me, before laying back on my bed and asking, “So…are we going to do this, or what?”

Apparently, or what. The moment passed, people came and went, new conversations phased out the old, and we didn’t even revisit the moment until the next day, when me and Jenna were laying in bed after a furious bang sesh. On that note, a note to any other couples out there: the fantasy of group sex is often just as powerful as the reality. Just talking about the idea is enough to get you both in a seriously devilish mood. As I soon found out, the idea of sucking on my dick with another girl was a big turn on for Jenna, as I’ve mentioned in another story, and she loved to revel in the idea. She’d ask me how much I’d love to have a second naked slut there, on her knees in front of me, slurping away like a good whore. She’d mount me and whisper her fantasies to me, telling all about what she’d do to me with a partner. I could almost feel two pairs of hands running along my body while her wet pussy slid atop me.

So we missed out perfect opportunity. But it wasn’t long before we had another one: the organization that Sally was now unashamedly a full member of was having a Friday night social event, where we’d basically get blasted and hit up some of our friend’s house parties. It was always a good time, and we generally had enough good vibes and females to get into anywhere we wanted. And if we couldn’t, I sure as fuck could. I had Jenna on my arm.

Sally and Jenna were fast to start doing some shots, giggling and softly finding ways to touch each other in the process. It was glorious, glorious lesbianism in the making, and I knew it. It was at this time an old friend of mine, Peter, in town for the weekend zeroed in on the situation.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” I jumped, my focus so squarely on Sally and Jenna in the kitchen that I didn’t even register his presence next to me. “Not at all. That girl over there, total lesbian.”

“Shit.” Peter muttered to himself, “There’s no way you can pull this off.”

I looked into his eyes then, and saw the quivering stumble of his blackout to come. He’d just started the night, but he had been putting away the white Russians. He was wrong, I was fairly certain of that. But fairly certain is not knowing a damn thing, so I thought it best to err on the side of caution, “Who knows?”

The night went on as expected, with us jumping from house to house, getting events getting progressively more and more hazy. Jenna, Sally and I all got closer and closer throughout the night, with fervent glances quickly turning to a lot of touching. Under the guise of being friendly, I put my arm around Sally, and found her arm travelling down my back, getting under my shirt and stroking me up and down. I looked over at Jenna, and she gave me a sharp grin: it was on.

If Peter didn’t fuck it up.

With our intentions for the night all pretty fucking locked up in our minds, the three of us found ourselves a corner to flirt and laugh with each other. Nothing too physical, no making out, just progressed flirting. We didn’t want to give the whole house a show after all, it’d be better to get home and have all the fun to ourselves.

That was when Peter waddled up, and a quick eye roll from Sally at the very sight of him made her evaluation of him very present. You have to understand, Peter wasn’t a bad guy, he’s actually pretty chill. He was just totally, completely smashed, and when coupled with his boisterous sense of humor, it made for…well, this.

“I don’t get it! I just don’t get it!” He flapped him drink around almost comically, “You are WAY too hot to be a lesbian!” He took a pause, “You’re too hot Goddamnit! You can’t be! It’s impossible.” He swayed for emphasis, “Impossible!”

We erupted in laughter. Like I said, Peter wasn’t an aggressive or mean guy: he was just shitfaced. He looked us up and down, and I saw the gears working in his head. Finally, he went to his last resort, “Could…could I film it?” You could tell from even his tone that he wasn’t trying to be intrusive, he was just he was just honestly confused. And I don’t blame the guy.

After all, if she was really a lesbian, why was she sucking on my balls an hour and a half later?

Peter stumbled away in confusion shortly after, quickly starting a fight with a local drug dealer that got our whole crew thrown out of the house. Thank you Peter, it gave us an excuse to get home and to my bedroom.

And once we were there, things picked up fast. Jenna excused herself for a moment to get to the bathroom, and I lay in bed with Sally, who was cuddling up in my arms. I knew what we all wanted, but I’ll admit it, now the moment was here I didn’t know how to start it. With the feeling of her breath rising and falling on my chest, and my cock nervously peeking out of my boxers, I wondered if maybe she was about to change her mind.

She trailed her fingers down my chest, and I told myself to shut the fuck up and kiss her.

Her lips were wet and eager, and we quickly switched to laying side by side, making out while our hands travelled each others bodies. For a minute I felt a pang of guilt, as if I was cheating on Jenna, but it was just a moment later that I felt her join next to us, and when I looked up she was as excited as I’ve ever seen her. Together, we kissed Sally all over her tight body, trailing our tongues down her curves and gently taking her clothes off. Her moans were enough to tell us that she was very, very alright with this.

While Jenna focused on her fondling her tits and kissing his belly, I went down and let my fingers trail up her thighs and up to her wet panties.

And they certainly were already wet: though I’m not sure if already was the right word. I guess they’d been wet for weeks now, ever since we’d first met at that party. Ever since we’d laid eyes on her and decided that it would be her. God, just thinking about it at the time made my cock tremble: I was rock hard under my jeans, had been the entire too-fucking-long walk home. I looked up and found Jenna staring at the very obvious bulge in my pants.

“See something you like? I asked

“Quite a few things.” She giggled, looking between me and the writhing lesbian on my bed.

I rubbed Sally’s pussy through her panties while Jenna took her shirt and bra off, exposing her bare breasts. She quickly got to work, kissing and sucking on them. With my other hand, I pulled Jenna’s shirt over her head, and Sally took care of the rest. My cock was aching to come out and play, but I knew it wasn’t my turn yet. I ripped off Sally’ skirt, and her panties, leaving her completely naked. Her pussy looked tight and juicy, and Jenna was eyeing it from the other side of the bed. She looked ravenous, and Sally’ tongue in her mouth wasn’t going to be enough to satisfy her. Neither was her hands, as they travelled all over her body, cupping her big tits. Sally was certainly enjoying herself.

I lowered myself then, and gave her pussy a long, thorough lick, feeling her whole body shudder above me. It must have been a sensory overload for the poor girl. I drew circles around her snatch, using my tongue to drive her to the brink of insanity. Her pussy was great, as me and Jenna later agreed: it wasn’t too droopy, with her pussy lips just peeking out of her like a curious guest. She tasted damn good too, freshly showered, certainly different from Jenna but a treat nonetheless.

“You should try this.” I offered Jenna.

So she did.

She moved down the bed, and I gave her a reassuring squeeze of the shoulder. As much as she could feign it, Jenna wasn’t confident with trying new things, and this was a whole new ballpark for her. But I knew she wanted it. And soon she was snug in between Sally’ thighs, eating her first pussy, savoring every drop of her sweet juices.

Sally loved every minute of it, and motioned me over. I was still unfortunately clothed, and she quickly changed that, taking off every part of clothing I had. When I was good and naked, she eyed my cock admiringly, and told me she liked the bit of hair I’d let cultivate there.

She had just at tuft of hair down south too. What a bonding moment. It wasn’t long before she had gone on from just ogling and had her hand on it, squeezing out globs of precum from my cock while I groaned appreciatively. For a lesbian who could barely stand a cock, she seemed to know what she was doing.

And from her moans, so did Jenna.

I couldn’t have been prouder.

“Baby, why don’t you come over here and fuck me?” Jenna asked, looking up for just a moment from a gushing pussy, her mouth covered in it.

I couldn’t have been hornier.

I got behind her and pushed my cock into her, sliding in nice and easily. She gasped like it was something she’d never felt before and quickly got back to work, licking Sally’ pussy up and down while working her fingers deep inside of her. I fucked her nice and slow at first, matching my thrusts with the rhythm of Sally’ moans, setting us all on the same tempo. The image was beyond fucking sexy, seeing my girl go down on another girl while I made her moan in pleasure in turn, and I couldn’t help but ramp up, fucking her faster and faster, as the cum began to well up in my ba-…

“Hey, guys, what’s going on?” There was a knock on the door, and the voice of one of my friends who was spending the night. He had come home to crash, and apparently did not get the implication of three people entering a bedroom together. Or a shut door. We all froze. “You guys wanna hang out?”

“NO FUCK OFF”

“Oh.” In other circumstances, I might’ve given a shit how hurt he sounded. “Okay then.”

We waited to hear his footsteps peter out down the hall, and broke into a comfortable laughter than eased quickly back into thrusting. Shit, at least he’d stopped me from cumming so soon.

Jenna’s pussy felt sublime, and I fucked her nice and hard, angling downwards to ram against her G-spot. As I sped up, so did she, increasing the tempo of our whole group. It made me feel like it was my thrusts that were making Sally scream louder and louder. I slammed into her harder, and harder and harder and harder, until I felt her pussy clench down on my cock and her body erupt in orgasm. Sally did shortly after too, and I pulled out of Jenna to admire the sweaty spectacle before me.

Jenna lay down next to Sally, and took a minute to catch her breath. Finally, they locked eyes with me.

“Get over here.” Jenna ordered, and I quickly obliged, getting pushed down on the bed. I remembered then Jenna’s fantasy: sucking my cock with a partner. I wasn’t about to stop her.

“Wanna help me out?” She asked Sally, who answered with a long, purposeful lick of my cock. I couldn’t believe this was happening: just a few hours ago we had been discussing the possibility, and now this girl was helping my girlfriend to get me off. They both kissed the side of my cock, their tongues twirling and playing with each other as they made out through my dick. It was heaven. They moved up and down in unison, treating my whole shaft to the amazing suction of their mouths.

I couldn’t last too long, not with how tight Jenna’s cunt had been before, and they must’ve seen it in my eyes. Sally moved down to my balls, tonguing and sucking on them while Jenna focused on my cock, until I exploded in her mouth, shooting my cum so cleanly down her throat she reported it took her a moment to realize I had even came.

I laid back and shut my eyes, barely able to believe this could have happened. When I opened them again, Jenna was giving Sally a tender kiss on the lips before settling down next to me. They slept on either side of me that night, curled in my arms like a king’s maidens. And they had certainly served me well.

Epilogue

We stayed friends with Sally for about a year or so, but never had another sexual encounter with her. She soon started dating a friend of mine (a man nonetheless) and we never brought it up around anyone again. She unfortunately began to drastically change, turning a little too heavily to recreational drugs, and soon her lack of drive and care had manifested itself in a very physical way. Although we never mentioned our tryst with Sally in front of her later boyfriend, between the two of us Jenna and I liked to talk about that night a lot, when we got to Sally while she was still at the height of her physical attractiveness. I’m not going to lie, it’s a great confidence boost that if it wasn’t my cock that changed her opinion of them in general, she at least found herself too drawn to it to not make an exception.

“Lesbians”, eh?

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A Die Hard Lesbian Reconsiders For Me And My Wife (MFF) | 2016