When I came home early one recent afternoon and heard the sounds of my wife having sex with another woman, I naturally thought it was Julie. Karen had often told me that Julie was the only woman she could have sex with, because Julie wasn’t really into women. I didn’t try too hard to understand the logic of this, because if you knew my wife you would know that logic isn’t exactly her strong suit. Sex, that’s her strong suit. So okay, Julie” was the only female she could make it with. Except Angie, of course.
Angie had been her college roommate, who had introduced Karen to girl girl sex. I had never met Angie, but Karen had often described her to me in such detail that I felt I knew her intimately. And from what Karen told me, I wished I had. Karen would give me lengthy descriptions of her sexual sessions with Angie, in graphic detail, and Karen had a hell of a good memory. Her stories would get me so hot that I would fuck her for hours, in every position we could think of. When she told me how Angie would eat her pussy, I would try to do it the same way, and she would close her eyes and pretend I was Angie. And sometimes when I fucked her I would pretend she was Angie, because even though I never met Angie I could picture her big firm tits and her long shapely legs and her long blonde hair. I would pretend that I was the first man Angie ever really wanted to fuck, and Karen would go along with this fantasy. We both had a great time fucking the ghost of good old Angie.
On the other hand, Karen would never tell me about her sessions with Julie, even though I had known Julie even before she had.” Julie was a doll, with shoulder length dark hair and piercing blue eyes, and I had always been hot for her, even though she was married to a friend of mine. Karen said Julie wasn’t really into women, but the two of them had done it several times anyway and had both enjoyed it. But Karen wouldn’t tell me any details.
Anyway, when I heard the sounds coming from our bedroom, I naturally thought the other woman was Julie, like I said. Hoping to catch a glimpse of the action, I snuck quietly upstairs and stood outside the bedroom door. ”
Moans and groans and gasps and various other sounds of passion greeted my ears as I stood there, and as my cock rapidly hardened I had an overwhelming desire not only to hear, but to see what was happening behind that door. Visions of Julie naked danced in my head. I would have peeked through the keyhole, except the damn door didn’t have a keyhole. So when the sounds got so loud that I figured the two of them would be too caught up in passion to heed any distractions, I slowly and carefully turned the knob and pushed the door open a crack, just enough for me to see inside.
What I saw was my sweet little wife with her head between another woman’s legs and her face buried in her crotch. I couldn’t see the other woman’s face, but her legs were sticking straight up in the air, and I assumed they must be Julie’s legs. But then I looked again. Those weren’t Julie’s legs. I had studied every inch of Julie’s legs every chance I got, in a bathing suit or in shorts or when her skirt hiked up while she was getting into a car. I had fantasized about running my mouth along Julie’s legs, and about feeling them around my body as I fucked her. So I knew Julie’s legs, I had studied Julie’s legs, and these were not Julie’s legs!
Not that they weren’t damn good legs.” They were. Just not Julie’s. So whose were they? For a moment I wondered if they could be Angie’s, coming back from the distant past. But no. The legs began to kick and spasm as the mystery woman went into climax, and a moment later she rose up to bend over my wife, apparently eager to do unto Karen as Karen had done unto her, and as she did I saw her face. It was Gretal.
“Gretal?!” I said. Oops, I had been so startled I had said it out loud. Oh shit.
“Oh shit,” my wife said.
“Oh, Jesus,” Gretal said. She tried to pull the sheet over her naked body, but it was too late.
“Nice body, Gretal,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say. Of all the people I might find my wife having sex with male or female about the last person I would have expected” was our eighteen year old au pair. She was Dutch, Gretal was , with short reddish hair and a fascinating overbite. She was supposed to help out around the house, and evidently that’s just what she had been doing.
“It is a nice body, isn’t it?” Karen said. She may have been taken aback at first by my sudden appearance, but nothing unsettled Karen for long.
“Yeah, but I thought Julie was the only woman you could make it with,” I said. “Except for Angie, of course.”
“Well, she is,” Karen said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Except for Gretal.”
“Of course,” I said. “I should have thought of that.”
Gretal had given up trying to hide her body which was quite spectacular and was now, I couldn’t help noticing, staring at the bulge that
was now straining the front of my trousers. Karen noticed this also. “Yes, my husband has a nice big one,” she told Gretal. “Why don’t you show it to her, honey? She obviously wants to see it.”
“I want to know one thing,” I said, as I unzipped my fly and took out my pecker. “How come you don’t mind me fooling around with Gretal as you obviously don’t and you don’t mind me fantasizing with you about Angie, but you don’t want me to have anything to do with Julie, or even to think about her? And you know I have a thing for Julie.”
“That’s just it,” Karen said. “You want Julie too much. It makes me jealous. Besides, Julie doesn’t go for women.”
“But she fucks you,” I said.
“Well yes, of course,” Karen said. “Anybody would fuck me.”
“Speaking of fucking,” Gretal said, “can I fuck your husband?”
“Well, sure, sweetie, and while you do that you can eat me out,” Karen said. “Won’t that be nice?”
Well, it was nice for me, anyway. Gretal got up on her hands and knees, and I got behind her and put my cock at the entrance to her pussy and put my hands on her firm Dutch tits and commenced to fuck her fine body, while she lowered her head between my wife’s legs and efficiently ate her pussy, with many a moan and sigh and soft passionate outcry from both of them.
After Karen came, she said, “Oh boy, this girl has got a really talented mouth. You should try it, honey.”
“How does it compare with Julie’s mouth?” I asked, pushing myself deep into Gretal’s clutching cunt while tweaking her hard nipples with my fingers.
“It’s almost as good as Angie’s,” Karen said. “Except Angie had a longer tongue. I remember when she ”
“Yes, I know all about Angie,” I said. “And I would love to meet her sometime, but Angie has disappeared in the mists of time, whereas Julie lives just down the block.” Gretal was groaning now, and I speeded up my movements. “Julie
of the long luscious legs and the high perky tits and that full lipped, cushy looking, sensuous mouth. That’s who I was asking about.” The thought of Julie and her mouth and the rest of her was doing almost as much as Gretal’s squirming body and tight sucking cunt to hurry me towards
“Yes, I know,” Karen said. “I was thinking of making a pot roast and potatoes for dinner.”
Well, that did it, because there is nothing more delicious in the world than my wife’s pot roast. I shot my come up inside Gretal, who responded by coming herself, twisting and bucking, and then collapsing on the bed with me on top of her.
“That’s nice,” Karen said. She rolled onto her side and kissed Gretal’s panting mouth, then kissed mine. I could taste the remnants
of Gretal’s juices on her tongue. “My husband’s a pretty good fuck, isn’t he?” she said to the girl. “Julie doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
“Well, why don’t you tell her?” I suggested.
“She’s not interested,” Karen said. “She loves her husband, and she has me. Even though she doesn’t go for women.”
“I give up,” I said.
“Good,” Karen said. “Why don’t you get Gretal to suck you hard again, and then you can fuck me and pretend I’m Angie.”
“Ah yes, good old Angie,” I said. “Whatever would we do without her?” Gretal turned over beneath me, and I moved around till we were in a snug 69 position. I spread her creamy thighs and stroked my tongue over her pink and swollen clitoris. Her moan of pleasure was soon muffled when she found my cock with her mouth. I gave her two howling orgasms, but though I hardened quickly under her flexible tongue, I held off on coming until I was able to fuck my wife. Or Angie. Or whoever. Just not Julie.
L.K., Bridgeport, Connecticut