THREEWAY WITH TWO TEACHERS ON A FEILD TRIP [MFF]

It began simple enough with an Instagram post.

I was in southern Oregon and snapped a picture of myself near a local landmark, a fountain. Less than an hour later I received a picture message of an old friend standing near the same foundation, you in town? I was and moments later I was seated across from a woman I had not seen in more than 15 years. Francine Day, now Francine Hughes, but to me always Frankie.

Frankie had grown up to be a beautiful woman with rosy cheeks and long dark hair now punctuated with a white stripe. She was a teacher, 10th grade English, and the lead chaperone to a group of theater kids on a school trip. It made sense, as a teenager herself Frankie was drawn to the drama club because it forced her to challenge her shy nature. Now Frankie was in charge but I could also see the sheepish girl in an oversized seater.

The other school chaperone was woman named Kate. Younger than Frankie and I, slender, in a dress that was cut in just a way that I’m sure young boys on the trip took the image of to bed at night. She was more outgoing, louder, and immediately took a liking to me. I pegged her as trouble from the start.

MY WIFE PASSED ME OFF TO HER BEST FRIEND! [M/F]

We had been married less than a year when my wife’s friend invited us to celebrate her birthday with her. Kate lived in LA and I had only met her for the first time at the wedding where she was the maid of honor. We got along great, better than great, but nothing that would prepare for what happened the weekend of her birthday.

Kate was older than my wife by a decade but was in phenomenal shape. The dress she wore the previous evening showed off her curves and small pert tits breathtakingly. I half expect for some guy, anybody, with a lick of sense to swoop in and whisk her away. Kate oozed sex and she was obviously unattached. Alas no.

We shared a room, a big fancy suite out in wine country where we each had privacy but shared a huge bathroom. That day we went out and hit a couple vineyards and got pretty toasted. The banter between the three of us was fun and playful but also a little flirtatious. Same with the body language. We were getting wine drunk and that’s all I chalked it up to.