Author: writingtotingle

Wife’s friend needed a place to stay (Part 4) [MFF][Bi F]

I found myself sneaking a watch of the video Robin sent me wherever and whenever I felt I wouldn’t get caught. Sitting in the airport between flights. Riding on a deadhead, I’d sit in the back row so there would be nobody behind me to see my phone. I just couldn’t stop watching her kissing Simone’s inner thighs while she teased her labia with one hand, or how she looked up at her with her clit in her mouth. I couldn’t decide if she was so good at it because she’d been with women in her past, or if she just knew what felt good because she had the same parts. Either way, she was putting on a clinic in pleasuring Simone. It was absolutely captivating.

The time to come home finally came. Driving from the airport, the reality of everything started welling up. I was excited, nervous, anxious, and horny, in differing quantities from moment to moment. Would any of the three of us get cold feet when we were physically together? It was clear each of was enjoying the new twist on our sex lives, but would that hold up in a true threesome? Was that even what Robin had in mind? We hadn’t really spelled out the rules of engagement beyond my permission for the two of them to do whatever they want with each other. There was certainly innuendo and flirtatious hints at what was to come, but that wasn’t enough to assure me of what Robin was comfortable with regarding me and Simone. I just had to assure myself that she’d let me know, one way or another. Read more »

Wife’s friend needed a place to stay (Part 3) [MFF] [Bi F]

The time had come for me to leave for work again. It was a four day trip this time, as most tended to be. Being away for work was never easy, but that was doubly true now. Our sex life was never stale really, but holy shit. Robin knowing it turned me on to imagine her with another woman kicked her into a higher gear. It had become to the point that every opportunity we had without the kids was go time.

There were quickie blowjobs in the pantry while Simone was outside playing with the girls. We fucked in the back seat of her car like high schoolers one night under the cover of going to get ice cream that couldn’t wait another minute. (There was something that couldn’t wait another minute… but ice cream wasn’t it.) Read more »

Wife’s friend needs a place to stay (Part 2) [MFF]

“Can you go open the back gate for Simone, she’s almost here!” Robin’s voice got higher in pitch as the sentence progressed.

“Got it.” I said, and I headed towards the back door, taking the opportunity as I walked past my wife to give her ass a little playful grab as I passed behind her. She rewarded me with a smile over her shoulder, but didn’t stop rinsing the dish in the sink.

I opened the gate just as Simone was pulling into the alley. I stepped out in the alley and did my best impression of an over-enthusiastic aircraft marshaller directing a jumbo jet to parking. For that, I got a little smile and a “you nerd” out her open window as she turned into the driveway.

Robin had made her way outside now, oldest daughter in her shadow, and Simone stopped her car abruptly, hopped out, and tackled her with a hug, nearly knocking her off her feet. I smiled, and then turned my attention to her girls in the back seat while the moms did their thing. “Hey, ladies! Long drive?” I listened attentively as the four year old and two year old sisters talked over each other, something about a bridge and how they don’t like pineapples anymore. Context has never been more important than when you jump in the middle of a stream of thought of a pre-schooler. Without it, I could only smile and nod, and help them out of their car seats. Read more »

Wife’s friend needs a place to stay (Part 1) [FFM][Bi F]

I had just stepped off the plane and turned my phone on again when the text from my wife came in. “So… Simone needs a place to stay for a while. Let’s talk about it when you get home.” Simone was a friend Robin had met through our daughter’s school where they had done a “mom and me” class thing over the summer. They were instant friends, unlike most people Robin met. That was something Robin and I had in common… we generally don’t like people. In many ways, that’s why she and I bonded so well. We could share our dislike of most of humanity.

“Just stepped off the plane, I can’t wait to see you.” I texted back. She responded with a winky kissy emoji, one that was surely in the top three of her frequently used list. She knew the next 30 minutes of my life were incompatible with texting, and I appreciated the brevity. While I walked through the airport, I thought about what she had said. Much of our lives together included sheltering somebody. Her friend’s younger sister for a few months, her brother for a year. We both thought we were done with hosting refugees for a while when we moved a thousand miles away and bought this house. But , I wasn’t bothered by the idea of Simone staying with us. I couldn’t quickly explain why. That’s what I needed to figure out. Read more »