Still an [FFM]. Follow up to my wife’s surprising me with a visit by a friend. That story is linked in the comments. It will take a third part to get to the FMF

The first story that leads to this one is in the comments. This story is LONG and detailed because it is more recent and I remember more. Plus, my wife said she got turned on a bit by the fact that I remembered so much, so I told her I’d go into detail as much as I can with this one too.

Short lead-in from other story: My wife knew about me wanting a threesome with another woman. She had always hesitated. Strictly speaking, she still did even when she brought a “sort of new” friend home to try it out so I ended up nailing the friend while my wife watched instead. Plans were made for a follow up the weekend afterward so I’d get my threesome. My wife reminded me after she read the first story that it ended up being two weekends later before we got together with Katy again. Doesn’t really change the story though. Here it is.

After Katy had come over to the house that first time and got railed by me there were some conversations between me and my wife about it. But it wasn’t until the night after we really got the chance. She had taken Katy home and picked up the kids from their friends’ houses. By the time she got home I was drifting off to sleep. Mornings are busy and we don’t work together. Falling asleep that next night we finally got to talk through it some.

Basic questions about whether we both enjoyed it came up. Then came some harder ones. Was my wife, Chrissy, mad about it? It was her idea and she wasn’t. Did she regret it? No, but was sorry the planned threesome didn’t happen when all she did was watch. Is Katy OK with it? Has she mentioned it? They hadn’t talked at that point, but were set to go to lunch again the next day.

Katy was fine. Chrissy said she was trying to hold back some smiles when she talked about it. It was even Katy who brought the topic up. I had been worried that we might be accidentally taking advantage of Katy during her divorce. Chrissy said that she wouldn’t have brought her to the house if she thought was the case and that there lunch conversation made her even more sure that that wasn’t a problem.

Plans were made for a follow up visit the Friday night after the first meeting. Something came up on Katy’s end though. We had to cancel. I figured that was the end of the fun. I thought Katy had decided to make other plans, or just made up that she had some, to avoid having to tell us she didn’t want to hook up with us again. Chrissy saw on Facebook that Katy didn’t make them up. She’d gone out of town to visit family. Katy told us later that she’d forgotten about the trip until she was reminded of it at the last second. Early the next week Katy and Chrissy went to lunch again and Katy brought up coming over the following Friday. Again, the kids had plans made for them and they were out of the house when Katy showed up just after work.

“Do you still have that bottle of wine leftover from last time?” Katy asked walked in our front door and sat down a backpack (or small bag, I can’t remember which) that we later learned had a change of clothes, a toothbrush, and a couple of other personal items in it.

Chrissy said she’d opened it and drank a glass, but had put the rest in the refrigerator. It was decided that it would be better to run down the street to the grocery store and get some new, and more, wine.

That took about 30 minutes. This time they didn’t bring wines with hints about what was to come. Menage a Trois brand wine wasn’t included like it was last time. I don’t remember what brands and it didn’t really matter.

“You up for a glass?” Chrissy asked me. I said yes and ended up with some red wine that I actually thought was awful. But, I kept my mouth shut about it.

The women liked it though. They emptied the remainder of the bottle themselves in about 45 minutes. The second bottle didn’t take as long. Unlike the last time we all drank together, a third bottle ended up being opened and finished. I drank more this time than the last when only two bottles got emptied. Still, about three hours into the evening we were all pretty drunk. I’d barely even noticed I’d drank the last time. This time I had a strong buzz. Chrissy and Katy were chatterboxes when they weren’t laughing at their own comments and, honestly, unfunny jokes.

About 8:45, maybe a little afterward is when it happened. It was sudden this time. We’d already gotten the first experience out of the way, so it isn’t surprising that things moved faster. It was kind of surprising that it was Katy who brought it up and moved us forward.

She chugged back the remaining wine in her glass, made the “that was a lot of wine in one drink, but I made it” face, and put the glass down on our kitchen counter, leaned against the counter next to Chrissy and said, “Alright, let’s not try to act like we don’t know what’s going to happen. I’m ready if you all are.”

Even Chrissy was stunned at that. She dramatically raised her eyebrows, looked at Katy, and said, “Well. OK. No need to mince words I guess.”

I tried to play along and said, “None that I can see. I’m good with whatever you all have planned this time. If there is a this time.”

Katy and Chrissy looked at each other for a second. There was just enough of a pause to almost make it awkward. Then, Chrissy said, “I’m still good with it if you are.” to Katy.

Katy replied, “I am.” Another sort of long pause. “I just don’t know how we should start!” That sentence ended with a giggle. It didn’t seem like a nervous one.

Chrissy stopped leaning on the counter and twisted around on one foot (her socks glided easily on the tile) so that she was facing Katy. She reached out with both hands, taking each of Katy’s in hers. I looked down and saw Chrissy’s thumbs tenderly going back and forth over the back of Katy’s hands as she said, “I’ll try to get us started. That OK?”

Katy has the cutest little lip bite. She did one here, then slowly transformed it into a grin and nodded her head yes. Chrissy leaned forward and kissed Katy. I heard the small smack of their lips and tried to quietly move over to the other counter so that I could see more from beside them.

Of course, that got Chrissy’s attention. I think she was still a little nervous about it. She said she’d only ever kissed one other women before on a dare her freshman year of college and she knew that it wouldn’t go any further. She knew this was different. “Already trying to get in on this?” she said to me.

“I just want to see as much as I can. I do want in some time though!”

“You’ll get your turn.” Chrissy said as she turned back to look at Katy.

This time, Katy pushed her head forward to lock lips with Chrissy. I saw Chrissy’s eyelids flutter. She was surprised and still a little nervous about what she’d gotten started. But, her eyes remained closed and after a few seconds, she turned her head and started truly kissing Katy back.

I think she started enjoying the new experience. I don’t know about Katy’s previous encounters with women or if she even has any. But, neither of the women started to seem more and more comfortable. After a little while (it is hard to know how long really, but probably not more than 2-3 minutes), it became obvious that they were being as affectionate as they were sexual. That made it hotter in a way. The kissing was light, but not hesitant. It was sweet, but not reluctant.

Then, Katy’s left hand went from Chrissy’s hip to her lower back. I don’t know if she lightly pulled Chrissy toward her, or if Chrissy took the hand placement as a signal to lean in. Either way, now their torsos were touching. They were getting into it.

Chrissy was still cautious. She moved her right hand, the one no longer pinned down by Katy’s left arm after it was moved, up to the back of Katy’s shoulder. After a couple of seconds, Katy saw that as the right time to lean back up off the counter. Now, their entire bodies were in contact, even if the new arrangement meant that Katy had to get almost on her tip toes so that Chrissy wouldn’t have to lean it at an awkward angle. If you read the first story, you’d already know that Chrissy is average height, but still about 3-4 inches taller than Katy.

Then, I saw Katy’s tongue. It lightly brushed Chrissy’s lips at first. Chrissy let out a small “mmmm” but didn’t meet Katy’s tongue with hers. At least not yet. After another few times of licking Chrissy’s lips at the end of each kiss, Katy stuck it out, into Chrissy’s mouth, and got the make out session into high gear.

Chrissy then started meeting her halfway. There was a lot of tongue action for about 90 seconds. I finally broke the trance they’d put me in with all the kissing and said, “You all seem to like each other.”

They stopped tonguing each other and both glanced my direction. Chrissy said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Katy, made a stop at the bathroom. With all the wine we’d drank I was surprised Chrissy didn’t do the same. Instead, once we were in our bedroom, she asked me if I was enjoying myself.

“I haven’t even touched anyone and this is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” I said.

“What if you could only watch this time?” Chrissy asked.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“I am.” Big, joking smile on her face.

The feeling of relief almost overwhelmed. “Good. But, I’m trying to keep from making it seem like I’m trying to force something.”

Katy heard the last part as she walked in and said, “I wouldn’t LET you force anything. Besides, I trust you all. And why are you still dressed?”

“You all are too!” I responded.

Katy said she could fix that and grabbed the bottom of her shirt that was now, after the bathroom, conveniently untucked. But, she stopped after she pulled it almost to the bottom of her chest. She let it go and walked over to Chrissy, pulled her shirt out of her jeans, and started unbuttoning it.

“Is this OK, or should I go first?” Katy asked Chrissy.

“I think HE should go first.” Chrissy said, pointing at me and smiling.

Katy replied, “You’re right. Should we help him?”

Chrissy said, “Oh yeah. Pants first?”

They didn’t answer out loud. Katy just turned and walked over to where I was standing, undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down the zipper, and then tugged down on them until their waistband as at my mid thigh.

I’d actually, somehow, gone soft. Chrissy told me to help Katy out little and step out of my pants. And, to send my underwear onto the floor with them. I followed those instructions.

“Don’t touch him Katy.” Chrissy said. For a split second I wondered if jealousy hadn’t sprouted from nowhere. That wasn’t the issue. “You and I can help each other out of our clothes and lets see if he gets more excited.” She looked down and nodded in the direction of my dick.

Katy, still silent, walked back over to Chrissy and undoes the last couple of buttons on Chrissy’s shirt. She pushes the shirt back so that Chrissy’s shoulders and chest are exposed, but no further. She looks at Chrissy’s tits (still in her bra) and, through some giggling, says something like, “I wish had those.”

Chrissy’s tits aren’t large. Just barely a C cup she says. Sometimes a B depending on certain bra things that I don’t pretend to understand. But, they are noticeably larger than Katy’s. Katy is so petite though, that even her smaller boobs look right on her frame. They look really good on her frame actually.

“I’m jealous of your tight little body.” Chrissy said. “I’m gonna get self-conscious when our clothes come off.”

“Don’t. There’s no reason. Look at these. They’re perfect.” Katy said back looking at Chrissy’s tits. “Can I touch them?”

“What do you think?” was Chrissy’s reply.

Katy slides Chrissy’s bra straps off her shoulder and about halfway down her arm. That creates enough slack for her come in almost from the top, but a little to the outside, of each boob and cup up under them and behind her bra.

It was an awkward pose that didn’t last long. Chrissy said, “Let me take them all the way off.”

Now came a little hint about Katy’s experience level with other women. She said, “I’m sorry. I’m not used to feeling other girl’s boobs and I’m not very good at it I guess!”

“Oh, you’re fine.” Chrissy said. “I want you to be able to feel them more easily though.” Chrissy’s shirt and bra were on the floor in no time. Katy felt them again and said she was still jealous.

The mood was more playful than sensuous. I figured it was leftover nerves. But, that all changed, and never went back, when Chrissy said, “Well, I’m jealous of your tight little ass. I’ll probably be even more jealous if you let me see it.”

Katy smiled, stepped back, and took her pants down just past her hips. Red granny panties too. She turned about halfway around, looked over her own shoulder like she was trying to see her own butt and said, “That make us even?”

“Almost. Come here. I have to feel it like you did my boobs.”

They end up back like they were in the kitchen, facing each other and bodies touching. Chrissy’s mouth was slightly open and her eyes looking up toward the ceiling looking like she was thinking about something serious as she ran her hands over Katy’s smooth, tight, small ass. She groped it lightly a couple of times too. All the while, Katy was biting her lip again as she fondled Chrissy’s tits some more.

“Chrissy, look at your husband.” Katy says.

“That didn’t take long.” Chrissy replies. They were looking at my cock that was at full attention again. I hadn’t even noticed.

I’m still standing there half undressed with a hard on. I’m too focused on what the women are doing to have anything to say. I’m not thinking in this moment. I’m just going with it. I remain silent because I have to.

“What now?” Katy asked.

Chrissy lifts up on Katy’s shirt without saying a word. Katy lifts her arms without hesitation. Shirt is off. She’s not wearing a bra. Her tits spring out and now there are four in the room.

“I knew where this was headed,” Katy said. “I thought I’d save us some hassle.”

Chrissy asked if Katy had taken her bra off in the bathroom, because she knew she had been wearing a bra earlier. She’d felt it in the kitchen! Yes, Katy’s bra was on our bathroom floor.

Chrissy grabbed Katy’s tits, one in each hand. She looks down for a moment as she fondles them. She notices Katy’s nipples are hard and pointing out straight. She asks Katy if she’s cold.

“No. I’m not.” was Katy’s reply as she stared straight at Chrissy.

Chrissy, for a split second, makes a face that says she understands what Katy is telling her. Then looks over at me. Stares at me. Gives me the tiniest, but most genuine grin. Looks back at Katy, right in the eyes. Starts slowly squatting down until her face is even with Katy’s tits. The whole time, she kept looking up, right into Katy’s eyes. Without ever breaking her focus on Katy’s face, she pushed Katy’s pants the rest of the way down. After Katy got back on standing on both feet, Chrissy licked her left breast just inside the nipple.

Katy gasped. Chrissy licked the same breast in the same place, but licked slightly toward her chest bone that time, rather than up and outward just above her nipple. Another, but longer, gasp from Katy.

Katy is looking down at Chrissy, except or when she gasped. Her eyes would briefly close and her head would not quite be thrown back, but would come up almost all the way and it would break the lock they had on each other’s eyes. Chrissy had run her hands back up Katy’s sides and rested her forearms on her ribs. Her elbows may have been sitting, as much as they could, on Katy’s hips. Katy started to grab Chrissy upper arms, that were still parallel to the floor, and you could see her grip getting tighter and tighter on Chrissy’s triceps.

Chrissy suddenly stopped and said, “Ouch.” Very calmly, but very intentionally. The height differential made for some awkward, tiring squatting for Chrissy. As she stood up, she stumbled just a little bit. Katy stabilized her and nothing happened.

“I’m not THAT drunk. My legs just got really tired squatting like that. But, I’m working on it.” Chrissy said. She continued, “Working on being that drunk I mean.” She was already that drunk and it was probably good that we hadn’t taken any wine to the bedroom.

She fell onto the bed. On purpose. We have a supposedly stylishly low bed that you fall onto more than climb into. One more complaint from Chrissy about her legs cramping. Then a question from Katy.

“Is there a secret to getting your wife’s pants off?” She starts laughing for some reason.

“You seem to be doing just fine. I’m not gonna mess up what you all have going on over there.”

Katy replied, “Awww, but we want you to mess it up.”

I jokingly tell her that doesn’t make any sense and ask why she’d want me to mess them up. “You know what I mean!” She has a noticeable slur on the words “know” and “mean.”

I do. But, I’m enjoying the show. Enough to wait and see a little more anyway. Especially now that the bed has finally become involved.

“Dammit, help her get my pants off. My legs are still asleep and I’m not getting up to do it.” Chrissy said.

“I think she’s got it under control.” I said, nodding toward Katy.

Katy just gives me this playful look that says, “So, you’re going to make me do all the work?”

I did. And Katy handled it fine. She pulled Chrissy’s jeans and hottest pair of red thong underwear off together without much difficulty after Chrissy lifted her ass off the bed. Her legs suddenly quit hurting I guess.

Katy, even as short as she is, still has to fall into our bed next to Chrissy. Now, both women are fully naked and lying next to each other in my bed. I’m guessing this is when I started stroking my dick, but I’m not really sure. I think the realization of where they were and what they’d done to get there was enough to get me started. I was going slow, but it caught Chrissy’s eye.

“No. Just watch. No touching yourself.” she said.

I stop what I hadn’t realized I’d been doing. “Good.” Chrissy said as she rolled to lay on one side and immediately started fondling Katy’s tits. I was shocked that Chrissy was slowly taking more of the lead in things, even bossing me around. That wasn’t normal for her. Katy had shown herself two weeks ago to be the horndog of the two, and Chrissy had always been somewhat nervous about the thought of messing with another woman. Not now, apparently.

Katy said, “Kiss me some more. I think he likes it.”

Chrissy planted her lips right on Katy’s. There was no delay on the tongue action. They both had them going everywhere on, and in, each other’s mouths. If the kisses were soft before, they were erotic now. Katy’s hand kept moving lower and lower on her body. I noticed it, but then she pulled it back up to put in on the back of Chrissy’s hand that was massaging one her tits. But, then Katy put it all the way back down to the top of her bush and started scratching lightly there.

And, she’d groomed since our last encounter. She had a thick and, well, truthfully, seemingly ungroomed bush before. Now, the dark hair was trimmed much shorter and shaved down to a rectangle that ran down toward her slit, but stopped just short I think. She was shiny smooth everywhere else. She’d clearly prepared for the evening. I also figured out that she doesn’t dye her hair. One of the few things I couldn’t recall from fucking her brains out was the color of her then unkempt bush. But, no. Same dark color in both places.

A new move from Chrissy, at least on Katy. She turned her head and started kissing and nibbling on Katy’s neck just below her ear. That turned Katy’s straight and she was able to make eye contact with me. I just grinned and then looked down at her hand that was still scratching lightly at the top of her dark pubic hair. I wasn’t trying to send a signal, but I guess Katy got one. When I looked back up at her face, she smiled an almost awkwardly big smile, almost like she was getting ready to laugh. But, she wasn’t. She used her eyes to make me look back down between her legs. She’d had one knee bent with her foot on the edge of the bed. Now she’d laid that knee out to the side and wanted me to see what she was doing with the room that had given her hand.

She’d moved it further down and was rubbing her clit in circles. Pretty fast compared to what Chrissy’s usual motion is. Much smaller circles too. Maybe that is what made it look faster. I’m not sure.

I look back up at Katy, shake my head slowly, and give her the best, “I can’t fucking believe how awesome this is” look on my face. She stifles a laugh. Chrissy felt it anyway and pulls her face out of the nook of Katy’s neck and asks if she’s tickling her.

“No, it’s not that.” Katy said.

Chrissy looks over at me, sees the look on my face, and, because she has to look right over what Katy is doing to herself to see me, notices what is causing me to have that expression.

“Ohhhh. I see. That’s hot? You like watching her? I know you like watching me.” Chrissy asks.

I reply with a simple yes. I’m lost in this moment and my ability to speak is limited. Chrissy lies on her back and starts rubbing her own clit too.

A few turns of the head toward each other to trade some silent smiles, then they both stop and look straight ahead. They are going to finish. I had two women in my bed making themselves cum and letting me watch. I’m still in disbelief.

Chrissy tends to throw her head just a little to each side and slightly back when she gets close to climax. Based on our previous encounter and what I watched that night, Katy brings her chin toward her chest as she starts to cum. If Chrissy had been first to orgasm the week before, tonight it was Katy’s turn.

She makes different sounds than Chrissy. She’s louder overall and is as verbal as she is noisy. She says words and phrases. “Oh fuck.” is one of her favorites. “Oh shit.” is close second. She announces. “I’m gonna cum.” or “I’m cumming.” She even gets little detailed. “I’m cumming so much.” Or, “I’m cumming so hard.” I heard all of those over the course of the next few minutes as I stood there watching.

Chrissy did get her turn. I’m used to her rhythm. It’s not that she never mixes things up, but even in those circumstances, she tilted her head back and to the right. That’s normal and let Katy see her face as it happened. As most always, she let out a series of “OHHHH” sounds and, right at the moment she goes over the edge, she doesn’t start back over with an “OHHHH” but instead winds it down, only to pick right back up again, and gets increasingly louder as she draws out the one syllable word, “God.”

“OOOOHHHHhhhhhhh…gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWD!” Chrissy was done too.

I have to admit it that there was something intoxicating about hearing and smelling a woman other than my wife for the first time in about 15 years. It wasn’t just the sex or seeing a woman naked. It was deeper than that somehow.

The women rested after they got themselves off. All I’d been able to say was, “Did you all have fun?” Both of them said something like “Oh yeah” as they caught their breath. Katy shook her hand like it was sore. It was probably at least tired.

“I’m drunk.”

That was Chrissy out of nowhere. I just said, “You’d better not be trying to call it night already!”

“No fucking way.” she replied. “What about you?” She was asking Katy.

“I’ve got all night. I even packed clothes in case I needed them.”

Chrissy said, “You will.”

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