[Mike]: I may have screwed up this time. After 35 years of marriage, I got sloppy. My name is Mike, and I’ve been married to Holly long enough to know better, but I still try. For our entire time together, Holly and I have always had a vibrant sex life. My wife was raised very conservatively, and so there was a lot of our time together when she didn’t even curse. Over the years, after growing a business from scratch and raising three children, she now has her moments.
Still, sex stayed pretty vanilla except for some role play sprinkled in here and there. A few years ago, to help both of us with the aging process, we both started hormone replacement, which kicked our sex life into overdrive. We went from the once-a-week date night sex to adding a mid-week romantic time for her benefit. What guy in his 50s wouldn’t dream of that, right?
Anyway, back to our roleplay, which normally involved me as somebody else, like Guy the naughty massage therapist, who was her favorite. I’ve been a pool boy, a paid escort, you name it. She’s been a nurse, a maid, a prostitute, you know, the normal empty nest couple stuff. But what I would drop hints about from time to time is being blind folded and pretending she was being eaten by a woman, which she always adamantly tuned down.
You can’t blame me for trying, and I’m pretty sure I know why. You see, back when I was a 16-year-old kid, I blackmailed my older sister with some dirt I had on her to drive me to a convenience store so I could purchase my first porno mag. The store was 15 miles from our house and had a very small collection. The issue of Penthouse that caught my eye had two models on the front instead of the standard single, so for my first go, I thought I hit the jackpot. As you can guess, the main spread featured girl-on-girl action, and so my young mind was instantly imprinted.
Fast forward to my dating years, and the good fortune of the town closest to where I was raised had an all-girls junior college. Most of the girls were straight, just looking to avoid the distraction of male students. But after a few weeks, they always seem to like the company of some of the local gentlemen. Some hardcore lesbians attended the school, but also some who identified as bisexual. One of those straight girls happened to be Holly, and we married before we were old enough to legally drink.
Throughout our marriage, I dropped hints to see if she would ever swing the other way, and due to her conservative nature, that was always a no. During one drunken night of truth or dare, she did admit that a lesbian who was smitten with Holly did kiss her once, and that's when Holly knew ladies were not for her. She won’t even let me kiss her after I’ve gone down on her until I have thoroughly washed my face, so you get the idea. But a man can always hope.
For our careers, Holly and I are both CEO’s of separate companies, so for the last 15 years, money has not been a problem. She runs the company that she started, and I was a hired gun for a 40-year-old company. Due to Holly’s business, she travels a lot to conferences and has made some good friends along the way. Unfortunately, the lonely at the top model was real for us locally, so most of our best friends who shared our level of success live a plane flight away. One such set of friends was Gretchen and Bill. Holly and Gretchen had met at an industry event, and they were technically competitors. But there was something about the two of them that they kept running into each other, so they decided we all had too much in common not to hang out. And by hang out, I mean we would recreationally travel together. Over the last ten years, we have been to Italy, Costa Rica, Mexico several times as well as domestic trips. Bill and I got along like long-lost brothers, so it was a great match.
Bill and I were viewed as very lucky men by onlookers seeing our wives. Holly, with her long blonde hair and bright smile, was a vision of California girl charm. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and her petite nose was slightly upturned, giving her a perpetually cheerful look. She had a way of carrying herself that commanded attention, whether she was walking into a room or simply lounging on the beach.
Gretchen, on the other hand, was a stunning redhead with a fiery personality to match her locks. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back like a riot of autumn leaves, and her bright green eyes seemed to gleam with inner light. She had a more subdued sense of style than Holly, but she carried herself with a quiet confidence that was impossible to ignore. Together, the two women made a striking pair, their differences in appearance and personality only adding to their allure.
Several years ago, Holly was late getting lodging reservations for a conference, and so she couldn’t get a room in the convention center hotel. Gretchen offered to let her share a room, and that’s when I would start with the light teasing about them sleeping together. Holly would normally give me the “In your dreams” line, and we would laugh it off. After that first time, they realized they did like sharing a room when it was just the two of them traveling, and technically, it was safer. But the idea of them sharing a bed became a regular feature on my spank bank reel, which leads us now to my problem.
With the rise of AI and all of the fun things you can do, a particular kind of app kept showing up in my feed. It was an app that allowed you to load a picture of two people, and it would create a video of them kissing. Immature, I know, but to a guy in his fifties with the early impressions of my upbringing, I was like a kid in a candy store. I had a whole file of my wife making out with any pretty girl she took a selfie with, including a lot of her and Gretchen.
So now we are up to the present day. Gretchen is going through a rough patch in her business and contacted Holly to see if she could spare a few days to come down and help her through some things. They have a place in Florida, and since we are in the Midwest, it’s nice for us to go down there. When Gretchen and Holly need a girl trip, I will often tag along, and Bill and I will go fishing while the girls drink wine and bitch about problems, and everyone is happier in the end. For this trip, Bill has to travel for work, and I’m busy, so the girls are going to just hang out in their condo.
Holly and I always schedule a date night for the evening before she leaves so she is satisfied sexually, as every good husband does. We were a little more tipsy than normal last night and took some fun selfies of our own before going home and having some spectacular lovemaking. The next day, when I’m driving Holly to the airport, she asks for my phone so she can send herself the selfies from the night before. Of course, I don’t have anything to hide, so I handed her my phone.
BIG MISTAKE. I had gotten sloppy, and a fresh kissing video I had made of Holly and Gretchen was in my photo file. I normally move them to someplace safe, and I had forgotten.
“What have we here?” Holly asked as she turned the phone to me, showing a video of her and her best friend making out. I could feel the tension between us building. I knew that I had to respond.
“Oh shoot. Ummm, well…You know those apps that are getting advertised where you can take a picture and make a kissing video?”
“Well, yeah! I’ve always wondered what kind of pathetic loser would use something like that,” she said, sounding perturbed.
“Yeah, well, I guess the kind of pathetic loser you're married to.”
She sat quietly for a moment before saying, “You are a long way from being a pathetic loser. Part of me is surprised by the quality and realism.” There was an unmistakable curiosity in her voice. I saw a glimmer of hope that I wasn’t in huge trouble.
“Crazy, right? Part of me was just curious if those stupid things worked. Technology has sure come a long way.”
“Indeed it has,” she said, like she was still working things out. “But why use me and Gretchen as your test subjects and not us?”
“Well, we kiss all the time. Seeing you kiss your best friend is hot AF”.
“Oh, you’re still on that kick, I see. And that’s it, you just think this is hot AF and nothing else?”
“Nothing else, just a boy being a boy,” I said in a defeated tone, hoping for mercy.
“You’re a man, Mike, and my man at that. I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended.”
“You should be the one who doesn’t have you mad at me while you’re on your trip.”
With that one, she cracked and started to laugh. “OK, lover boy, you’re off the hook for now. It's still odd to me that you think the idea of me having any kind of sexual relationship with my friend is hot. Wouldn’t you be the least bit jealous?” she said with a much softer tone.
“Well, first, I’m pretty sure that I won’t have to worry about that. Second, scientifically, it’s very arousing to see a woman get turned on. Seeing two women turning each other on only intensifies the effect. There’s also this idea of compersion about the feeling of joy or happiness that someone experiences when their partner is experiencing joy, particularly in the context of consensual non-monogamy.” I was talking fast, trying to dig myself out of the hole I felt like I was still in.
“Wow, you went all scientific on me there,” she said before pausing again. I could tell she was working on a response, and I knew enough about our relationship to know as hard as it was, I needed to keep my mouth shut.
“Look, Mike, you are as subtle as a bull in a china shop. I’ve known our whole marriage that you have given me a standing hall pass if I’ve ever wanted to fool around with one of my female friends. I get it. But is it a threesome you’re shooting for so you can have sex with one of my friends, or is it just about me?” She was starting to sound like she wasn’t believing my argument.
“I swear to you from the bottom of my soul that it’s not about trying to bang one of your friends. It’s just a little kink about me that I can’t explain,” I said, trying to downplay the whole situation.
“But then you would never get anything out of it unless you knew about it or were able to watch, so I still don’t get it.”
“You have a good point there, and I don’t have a good answer. Maybe I can give it some thought, and we can talk about it on your return because we are about to the airport.”
“Ok. I am willing to drop this for now. We don’t need to bring it up again, but I reserve the right to do so if needed.”
“Deal,” I said a little too fast and a little too loud. I was just glad I was off the hook because I’ve had fights with Holly on the way to the airport before, and those trips never go well.
We said the normal goodbyes, which always include us praying for her safety, and I always add the prayer that she has a good time. She kissed me goodbye and was on her way. I stood there for a moment longer, really hoping I hadn’t screwed up this time.
[Holly]: Walking into the airport, I was hoping I didn’t screw up that conversation with Mike. What are the chances that the moment I’m about to fly out, I bust him with that video? I get through security, and everything is smooth during takeoff. We arrive at cruising altitude, and I flip through my phone back to the video of me and Gretchen that he made. I airdropped it to myself while he was trying to babble out some good excuse. He was right, the video was hot AF. It looks like we are hungry for each other with our tongues in each other's mouths. I thought I might catch a nap, but my mind was spinning.
I drifted back to almost 6 years ago. It was our industry conference in Lake Tahoe in the winter. Normally, staying in a non-event hotel is no big deal, but in Tahoe in the winter, it is a royal pain in the ass. Gretchen bailed me out, let me bunk with her, but it was too late to get two queens, so we were going to make a king work. We were good enough friends that it wasn’t going to be weird.
Opening night, as always, the vendors are sponsoring the bar at the expo, and Gretchen and I were feeling pretty good. To make matters worse, one of my favorite vendors was there. Andrew was a 6’2” handsome Australian who was a brilliant software engineer who seemed to have a crush on me. I would never cheat on Mike, but a little friendly flirting never hurts, right?
The problem was that it was time to turn in, and here I was, horny as hell. Andrew was nothing new as I’ve many times gone to my room and rubbed one out after these little events. But now I don't have my room. To make matters worse, I was three weeks into my first dose of hormone pellets, which was like putting gas on a fire.
So we make it back to the room, and Gretchen gives me first rights at the bathroom to get ready. I thought about taking care of my little issue in there, but knowing Gretchen was waiting, I would have to hurry, and that never works. I got into my panties and nightshirt and crawled into bed while Gretchen got ready. I slipped my hands into my panties to check my level of need, and it was high. Before I could give my problem much more thought, Gretchen came out and crawled into bed with me.
After a pregnant pause, Gretchen came to my rescue when she said, “The only downer to sharing a room is not being able to rub one out before I go to sleep.”
I busted out laughing. “I have been thinking the same thing! That Andrew always gets me going.”
“Oh, I could see that. He has a thing for you.”
“It's a fun little game that goes nowhere, but the attention is nice. What has you all revved up?”
“Oh, nothing like that. I just like to rub one out when I travel to help myself sleep. But you sound like you have a need, so don’t let me stop you,” her voice low and husky.
“You can’t be serious. I mean, we are friends, but not like that.”
“Nonsense. Look, I’ll turn the light out, you take care of business, and we go to sleep, ok?”
“You are serious.”
“I am serious! No judgment. Just quiet your mind and have a good time.”
“I’m not even sure I can with you here,” I said barely above a whisper.
“Well, you’re never going to know until you try. Besides, you’ve had enough to drink, so relax.”
“Yeah, drinking doesn’t normally help. It takes me longer to get there, but man, when I do, they are good.”
“Ok, Holly, quit talking about it and get to it. I’m killing to lights.”
As the darkness settled, I lay there for what felt like a long time. I noticed Gretchen had turned over, and I saw a small glow from her cell phone. Then, some soft romantic music started playing, and I burst out laughing.
“Wow, how helpful are you!”
“It was too quiet, and this loop has helped me in the past. Carry on.”
“Ok, so I’m going to get off to my friends' masturbation playlist. How privileged am I?”
“You should be honored. Nothing but the best for my best friend.”
Best friend? Is that what she called me? I was very touched by the sentiment, and the laugh broke the tension. So I slipped my hand into my panties and got to work. Everything started to move along, but at some point, my panties felt in the way, so I slipped them off. That seemed to help, but I was still not there. I was breathing hard with my eyes closed, and I don’t know why I did it, but I looked to my right and saw that Gretchen had rolled on her side, facing me, and was biting her lip. We locked eyes, and something passed between us, and I felt compelled to say something.
“I’m so close,” I whispered.
“Do you need some help?”
I let the question hang in the air.
“What kind?”
Gretchen slowly moved her hand and cupped my right breast. It didn’t feel weird for her to do that, but man, did that light me up. I arched and pushed my tit into her hand, and she took that as consent. She quickly pulled her hand off and ran it under my shirt, and was now rubbing slightly, pinching my nipple. My pulse and breathing increased so fast that she knew she was having an impact. When I was about to cum she shifted quickly, pulling up my shirt, and her lips landed on my nipple. That sent off an orgasmic explosion in me like no other. After a few minutes, I regained my breath.
“Wow! Thanks for that. I don’t think I could have got there without you.”
Gretchen whispered back, “I was so happy to help. I’ve never done anything like that, so I hope that was ok.”
“It was more than ok. You are a good friend.”
“Great, cause now it’s my turn,” Gretchen said with a mischievous grin.
“I didn’t think you were horny like I was.”
“I wasn’t, but after being part of that, I’m soaked.”
Gretchen quickly pulled off her panties and threw them on the floor. She didn’t reposition the bedcovers very well, which was partially because our body heat was warming things up. I could see her fingers working between her legs. I looked up to see her eyes locked on me as she pulled up her shirt, exposing her left tit. Her tits were bigger than mine, and I always admired them. She started tweaking her nipple with her other hand, but I felt like she was expecting me to return the favor.
I eased close to Gretchen, gauging her response to see if this was really what she wanted. Her look was longing, and I could see her make the slightest shift, rolling to offer her tit to me. Suddenly, a waft of scent came rising from her loins, and I felt a switch flip in me. I attacked her nipple and she moaned ‘Oh fuck’.
I could feel her body start to tense, and I felt her left hand grab the back of my head. Instead of pushing my head into her breast, I realized she was pulling my face to hers, and her lips devoured me. Our mouths were smashed together as her orgasm erupted, sending her scream down my throat. It was the most erotic feeling of my life.
Gretchen never let my lips leave hers as she pushed me onto my back, and her body landed on mine. My legs instinctively spread as her thigh made contact with my pussy and mine with hers. We kissed and grabbed and pawed and humped ourselves to more orgasms. I don’t know when or why we stopped, but something caused us to stop. Gretchen looked me in the eyes with a shiny face from our sloppy kissing.
“I think we got a little carried away there,” Gretchen said softly.
“You think?” I responded with a chuckle.
“Yeah, but are we ok?”
“More than ok,” I said with a smile.
She kissed me again, but this time more softly. Then we made love. What we had done in the beginning was fucking. After the initial rush, we slowed and explored. It was clumsy, a little awkward, and beautiful. In the end, we finally fell asleep naked in each other's arms.
The next morning, with post orgasm clarity and a sober mind, we decided it didn’t have to be weird between us. We experienced something that neither of us had planned nor had either of us ever done before. We also agreed that, for the sake of our marriages and many other reasons, we should call it a one-and-done. The problem was during the day of our convention, when either of us would feel a wave of exhaustion from the night before, we would look at each other with a naughty grin. That night, we decided that after the conference was over, we should stop this madness, but what is a couple more nights of passion going to hurt?
Holly drifted off to sleep after that final recollection and was startled awake when the plane landed. She texted Gretchen, who confirmed where she would pick her up. The people and traffic were crazy, so Holly had to jump in fast, and Gretchen had to focus on the road to get out of the complex.
“There now, I can finally talk. How was your flight?”
“Oh, it was fine. I slept most of the way.”
“You seem distracted, my friend. Does that have anything to do with the cryptic text about something weird with Mike before you left?”
“Yes and no.”
Holly recanted the story to Gretchen as best as she could.
“So at first I thought maybe he suspected something, but then I realized he was just fantasizing about us.”
Gretchen said, “Imagine what he would say if he realized we have been fucking for over five years.”
“Gretchen, you can be so crude sometimes.”
“Me crude? Says the woman that last time we met up was screaming while I had three fingers in her, Oh please fuck my filthy hole, you dirty whore!”
“Ok, you know in the heat of passion things change for me.”
“Oh, I know. You become a sex starved animal. Speaking of that, did you get a copy of the video?”
“Yeah, sure,” Holly said, then showing the video.
“Wow, that’s fucking hot. I might have to pull over and shoot a video of my own.”
“Yeah, like either of us needs something like that out there.”
“Come on, Holly, you worry too much. I don’t want to get caught either, but I do want to have some fun.”
“You have always been my fun younger friend. Always pushing the limit.”
“I appreciate the fact you still see me as younger, but we are both in our fifties now, so no need to keep score.”
They rode in silence for a bit, gathering their thoughts.
“You know, when I got on the plane, I was thinking back to our first time.”
“It’s so hard to repeat that first-time energy. But yeah, that was so fucking hot. We didn’t know much about what we were doing, but we made it work for sure.”
“I remember how loud you screamed into my mouth when you finally came.”
“Finally came? I was done in record time compared to you. I often wonder if you hadn’t needed help if we would have ever arrived where we are now.”
“It’s hard to speculate. I feel like there has always been a connection with us that I have never experienced with anyone else.”
“Same, but at the same time, I wonder, do you look at women differently now that you are such a world-class pussy eater?”
“There you go again, Ms. Crude. Not really, I am sure I’m not bisexual. I think it’s called biselective, and you are definitely in my selection.”
“So you never so much as looked at another lady and wondered what they would taste like?”
Holly paused a little too long before answering.
“I knew it! Who is she?” Gretchen asked with a laugh.
“Well, not having that exact thought about her. We did have a new family move into the estate next to ours. She’s in her late 30s with two kids from a previous marriage. Her new husband is a great guy who gets along well with Mike. Her kids are in a shared custody situation, so they have them one week and the next they are with the ex. They are getting a pool put in, so we'll let them and the kids use ours when they want. One week, they wanted to swim, and it was just them, no kids. I was getting an affectionate vibe from Amanda, but I think it was my imagination.”
“Imagination, huh. Look into my eyes, Holly, and tell me what you see.”
“I see my best friend who wants to tear my clothes off the second we hit the condo.”
“That’s what I thought, your radar is working fine.”
“Doubt it.”
“I’ll bet their swingers.”
“Now you're pushing it,” Holly said as they parked at the condo.
Gretchen leaned over and gave Holly a smoldering kiss.
“The only it I’m going to be pushing is my tongue as deep as I possibly can into your dripping cunt after I get you upstairs.
“I think we both need that. Hold on, let me get my phone. I’m going to take a selfie, and I want you to kiss my cheek. I’m going to have some fun with Mike.”
They took a couple of cute pictures of Gretchen giving Holly a friendly kiss on the cheek.
“You’re not going to torture the man for being a normal, horny guy, are you?”
“No, but I’m not letting him off that easy either.”
*Text to Mike:
Hey, babe, I landed and made it to the condo…
That’s good, great to hear. And that was not the send-off I wanted to give you…
I’ll bet that's true LOL…
So are we ok?...
Yes, babe, we are. Just another sign that I married a human. Gretchen and I are headed to the beach, so I’m leaving my phone in the room. I will check in later tonight or in the morning. Love you…
Love you too! Give Gretchen my best and tell her to take good care of you…
Then Holly sent a picture of the kiss on the cheek with the caption, “I’m sure she will”.
Holly showed the message to Gretchen, who laughed and said, “You are going to drive that man crazy.”
“Who me? I’m doing him a favor. Something else for his spank bank.”
As we walked into the condo, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me. It was like we were transported back to that first night, when everything was new and exciting, and we were still discovering each other. I turned to Gretchen and smiled, feeling a little mischievous. "You know what I want to do?"
Gretchen raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What's that?"
"I want to relive our first night together," I said, my heart skipping a beat as I watched Gretchen's reaction. She looked at me, her eyes searching mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flash of hesitation. But then, her face broke out into a wide smile, and she nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"I'd love that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. We stood there for a moment, the tension between us palpable, as we both knew what we were getting ourselves into. And then, Gretchen spoke up, "Let's go to the beach and get some sun and fun in. And then, tonight, we'll relive our first night and make some new memories." I nodded, feeling a shiver run down my spine, as I knew that this was going to be a night to remember.
We spent the afternoon at the beach, soaking up the sun and playing in the waves. It was like we were two teenagers again, carefree and reckless, without a worry in the world. We laughed and joked, and at one point, Gretchen even convinced me to join her in a game of beach volleyball. I was terrible at it, but it didn't matter because we were having so much fun. As the sun began to set, we settled down on our towels, watching the sky turn pink and orange. Gretchen turned to me, “You know, I've been thinking," she said, her voice low and husky. "If we're going to relive our first night together, we should do it right. We should make it just like it was before."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What did you have in mind?"
"If we're going to relive our first night together, we should make it really special. We should find you a tall, handsome Australian to make your pussy wet."
I rolled my eyes, laughing, but Gretchen just kept going. "I mean, think about it, Holly. A rugged, charming Aussie, with a thick accent and a big...smile. He could be just the thing to get you really turned on." I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, but Gretchen just kept teasing me, her words sending a shiver down my spine.
"Oh, come on, Gretchen," I said, laughing. "You're not serious, are you?" But Gretchen just smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement.
"Why not? You know you've always had a thing for Australians. And I'm sure we could find someone who would be more than happy to...help you out." I shook my head, but Gretchen just kept going, her words painting a picture in my mind that was both exciting and terrifying.
"Just think about it, Holly. A strong, handsome man, with a big cock and a charming smile. He could be just the thing to make our night really unforgettable." I felt a surge of arousal at her words, and I knew that Gretchen could see it in my eyes. She just smiled, her eyes sparkling with triumph, and I knew that she had me right where she wanted me.
I looked at Gretchen, my eyes locking with hers, and I could see the excitement and desire burning in her gaze. "Okay, fine," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'll admit it. My arousal did come from being desired by Andrew. There's something about being wanted by someone that's really powerful, and Andrew's charm and charisma definitely got to me."
Gretchen smiled, her eyes sparkling with triumph, but I wasn't finished yet. "But," I said, my voice taking on a more serious tone. "The desire I see in your eyes, Gretchen, is so much more potent than anything any strange guy could provide. When you look at me like that, I feel like I'm the only person in the world, like I'm the only one who matters. And that's a powerful feeling." Gretchen's smile faltered for a moment, and she looked at me with a more serious expression.
"I want you to know, Holly, that I'm not just looking at you like that because I want to get you turned on," she said, her voice low and husky. "I'm looking at you like that because I genuinely desire you, because I want to be with you, to touch you, to taste you. You're not just a fantasy or a plaything for me, Holly. You're a real person, with real feelings and desires, and I want to connect with you on every level."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I listened to Gretchen's words, and I knew that she was telling the truth. I could see it in her eyes, feel it in her touch. And in that moment, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be - with Gretchen, the woman who desired me for who I truly was.
Gretchen's words hung in the air, and I could feel the tension between us building. I knew that I had to respond, to let her know how I felt. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest, and reached out to touch her face. "I want that too, Gretchen," I said, "I want to connect with you, to feel you, to taste you. I want to be with you, not just physically, but emotionally, spiritually. I want to be one with you."
Gretchen's eyes flashed with desire, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it gave me goosebumps even in the Florida heat. I felt like I was melting into her, like our bodies were becoming one. As we pulled back, Gretchen smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"I think it's time we took this back to the condo, don't you?" she said, her voice low and husky. I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. I knew what she was suggesting, and I was more than happy to oblige. We walked into the condo, our hands entwined, our hearts beating as one. We knew what we wanted, and we were ready to take it.
"Wait, Gretchen," I said, my voice almost panicked, "Before we get started, we need to get into our nightshirts. Remember how we were both wearing those funny nightshirts that first night?" I asked, a sly grin spreading across my face. Gretchen's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she nodded, her smile matching mine.
"Oh, yeah! I remember now. You were wearing that cute little number with the cartoon characters on it," she said, her voice teasing. I chuckled, feeling a flutter in my chest.
"Hey, that was a comfy shirt! And you were wearing that sexy tank top that showed off your amazing breasts," I shot back, my eyes drifting to her chest. Gretchen laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine.
"Okay, okay. Let's get into our nightshirts and really recreate this scene," she said, winking at me.
She turned and headed into the bathroom, and I followed suit, my heart pounding in my chest like I was nervous for some reason. As we changed into our nightshirts, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. This was really happening - we were reliving our first night together, and I was ready to make it just as special as the first time. As I came out of the bathroom, I saw Gretchen standing in front of the bed, her nightshirt clinging to her curves in all the right places. She looked so beautiful, so enticing, that I felt my breath catch in my throat.
"You need to come out of the bathroom, just like you did that first night," I reminded her, my voice low and husky. Gretchen's eyes sparkled with mischief, and she obliged, coming out of the bathroom and striking a pose in front of me. I felt my heart skip a beat as I took in the sight of her, and I knew that we were in for a special night.
We agreed that we would pretend like we had returned back in time. It would be our first time, but we would be armed with the knowledge we had of each other. A chance for a do-over. A chance to have the night would have wanted knowing what we know now. It was time for the roleplay to begin:
The room was dark, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner outside. I lay in bed, my body tense with desire, my fingers itching to touch myself. I had been feeling it all day, a growing sense of need that I couldn't ignore. As I slipped my hand under the covers, I heard the bathroom door open, and Gretchen's voice, low and innocent, called out to me. "Hey, Holly, you okay?" she asked, her words dripping with concern. I nodded, even though she could barely see me, my heart racing with anticipation. I knew what was coming, and I couldn't wait.
Gretchen slipped into bed beside me, her body warm and familiar, her scent filling my senses. "I know what you're doing," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. "I can smell it. You're so horny, aren't you?" Her words sent a shockwave through me, and I felt my body respond, my nipples hardening, my pussy throbbing. As she spoke, Gretchen's hand reached out, her fingers brushing against mine, sending sparks of electricity through my body. "Let me take care of you," she whispered, her voice full of promise. "I know exactly what you need." And with that, she began to touch me, her fingers slipping under my nightshirt, her hands caressing my skin. I felt like I was melting into her touch, my body surrendering to her expertise. This time, we knew each other's bodies better, and our lovemaking was more confident, more passionate. We knew exactly what to do to drive each other wild, and we were determined to make the most of it.
As Gretchen's hands explored my body, I felt a rush of excitement and anticipation. Her fingers danced across my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I was helpless to resist her touch. "You're so wet, baby," she whispered, her voice full of desire. "I can feel it. You're dripping with need."
I felt my body respond, my hips arching upwards, my pussy throbbing with desire. Gretchen's hands slid under my nightshirt, her fingers brushing against my nipples, sending pleasure through my body. "I love your breasts, baby," she whispered, her voice full of adoration. "They're so perfect, so responsive." Her fingers tweaked my nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through me, and I felt my body surrender to her touch. As she caressed my breasts, Gretchen's mouth found mine, her lips soft and gentle, her tongue probing my mouth with a sweet, sensual kiss. I felt like I was melting into her, my body merging with hers, our lovemaking becoming one seamless, erotic dance. "You're mine, baby," Gretchen whispered, her voice full of possessive passion. "You're all mine, and I'm going to make you cum so hard, you'll forget your name." Her words aroused me, and I felt my body respond, my hips arching upwards, my pussy throbbing with anticipation. And then, Gretchen's fingers slid down my body, finding my pussy, and sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I felt like I was on fire, my body burning with desire, my lovemaking with Gretchen becoming one intense, all-consuming passion.
As Gretchen's fingers delved into my pussy, I felt a searing jolt of pleasure, my cunt convulsing with need. Her touch was like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a raging inferno of desire within me. "You're so fucking wet, Holly," she groaned, her voice like a dirty whisper in my ear. "I can feel your juices dripping down my fingers, begging me to fuck you hard." Her words aroused me even more, and I felt my body tremble with anticipation. Gretchen's fingers began to fuck me, thrusting in and out of my cunt with a rhythmic intensity that left me gasping. "I'm going to make you cum so hard, you'll be screaming my name," she hissed, her eyes blazing with a fierce, animalistic passion. As she finger-fucked me, Gretchen's mouth found my nipples, her lips and tongue wrapping around them like a vice. She sucked and bit, sending a torrent of pleasure-pain coursing through me. I was a writhing, trembling mess, my body on the brink of collapse.
"Fuck me, Gretchen," I begged, my voice a barely coherent whimper. "I need your fingers, your tongue to fuck me like a cock. I need you to destroy me, to make me yours." Gretchen's laughter was like a dirty, wicked thing, a husky, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine.
"Baby, I'm going to do so much more than that," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "I'm going to ruin you for all other women, make you beg for my touch, my taste, my filthy, dirty love."
Gretchen's fingers were like a piston, driving in and out of my cunt with a relentless, pounding rhythm. Her thumb was a tease, rubbing against my clit with a gentle, insistent pressure that sent sparks of electricity through my body. I was a mess, a quivering, trembling mess, my body on the brink of collapse. "Come on, baby," Gretchen hissed, "Come for me, you dirty, filthy slut. I want to see you lose control, see you cream all over my fingers." Her words were like a trigger, setting off a chain reaction of pleasure that left me gasping, my body convulsing with a massive, earth-shattering orgasm. As I came, Gretchen's mouth found mine, her tongue probing my lips with a dirty, invasive kiss. Gretchen's hands were everywhere, touching me, feeling me, exploring every inch of my body. Her fingers were in my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my throat to her mouth. Her lips were on my skin, kissing me, biting me, leaving a trail of marks that I knew might last for days.
"Fuck me," I whispered, my voice a barely coherent whimper. "Fuck me, Gretchen, please." Gretchen's laughter was like a dirty, wicked thing, a husky, throaty sound.
“Oh I’m going to fuck you more, but now my bitch you get my tongue.”
Gretchen's hands were on my thighs, spreading me wide, exposing my cunt to her gaze. She stared at me, her eyes drinking in the sight of my pussy, her face twisted with a mixture of Lust and desire. "You're so beautiful, Holly," she whispered, "Your cunt is so pink, so wet, so perfect." Her fingers were on my clit, rubbing it with a gentle, insistent pressure that sent sparks of electricity through my body. I was a mess, a quivering, trembling mess, my body on the brink of exploding again. Gretchen's mouth was on my thigh, kissing me, licking me, leaving a trail of wet, sloppy kisses on my skin.
As she ate me, Gretchen's hands were on my breasts, squeezing them, pulling them, tweaking my nipples with a dirty, filthy pleasure. She used my tits to pull down on me to push her tongue deeper into my pussy. I was a toy, a plaything, a dirty, filthy slut, and Gretchen was my mistress, my owner, my everything. "Come on, baby," Gretchen hissed, her voice a dirty, filthy thing. "Cum for me again, you dirty, filthy slut. I want to see you lose control, see you cream all over my face." Her words were like a trigger, setting off a chain reaction of pleasure that left me gasping, my body convulsing with a massive, earth-shattering orgasm.
As I came, Gretchen's mouth was on my pussy, drinking in my juices, licking my clit, sucking my cunt with a savory pleasure. I was a fountain, a geyser, a juicy mess, and Gretchen was my lover, my owner, my everything. And when I finally came back to reality, Gretchen was on top of me, her body pressed against mine, her face twisted with a mixture of lust and desire. "I love you, Holly," she whispered, her voice a gift to me. "I love you, my dirty, filthy slut."
As we caught our breath, Gretchen's hands were still on my body, touching me, feeling me. "I love the way you taste, Holly," she whispered, "I love the way you smell, the way you feel." I could feel her pussy, wet and hot, grinding against mine. We were two dirty, filthy sluts, lost in a world of lust and desire, and we didn't care. As we kissed, our tongues tangled, our lips mashed together, our bodies writhing in a sweaty, sloppy mess. It was a hyper passionate kiss, a kiss that left us both breathless and gasping. And when we finally broke apart, I knew that I was hers, completely and utterly hers. Now, as we lay there, spent and exhausted, I knew that I would have to face Mike soon. But for now, I just wanted to bask in the glow of our love, our forbidden love.
I reached down, my hand wrapping around Gretchen's waist, pulling her closer to me. My fingers brushed against her clit, feeling the familiar jolt of electricity as she gasped in pleasure. "My turn," I whispered, my voice husky with desire. Gretchen's eyes flashed with excitement as I began to touch her, my fingers dancing across her skin, leaving trails in the sweat on her body. She was so wet, so ready, and I knew just what to do to make her cum. I leaned in, my mouth on her ear, whispering words that made her shiver with pleasure. My hand was on her breast, squeezing it, pulling it, tweaking her nipple with a gentle, insistent pressure that sent sparks of electricity through her body.
As I touched her, Gretchen's body began to tense, her muscles contracting, her skin flushing with pleasure. She was close, so close, and I knew just what to do to push her over the edge. "Come on, baby," I whispered, "Cum for me, you dirty, filthy whore." Gretchen gasping, her body convulsing with a massive, earth-shattering orgasm. As she came, I held her close, my arms wrapped around her, my mouth on her skin, kissing her, licking her, tasting her sweet, sweet juices. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a moment that left us both breathless and gasping, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one.
As we lay there, our bodies still tingling from our previous orgasms, I felt a newfound sense of confidence and aggression. I leaned in, my mouth on Gretchen's ear, whispering, "I wish we had done this on our first night," I spoke louder, "I wish we had explored each other's bodies, tasted each other's cunts and assholes like we have since that night." Gretchen's eyes flashed with excitement as she nodded in agreement.
"Me too, baby," she whispered back. "Me too." And with that, we shifted into a passionate side-by-side 69, our mouths and tongues exploring each other's bodies with reckless abandon. I was the aggressor now, my tongue probing Gretchen's cunt, licking her clit, sucking her juices. Gretchen was just as aggressive, her tongue probing my asshole, licking my rim, sucking my juices. We were two pleasure-starved sluts, lost in a world of lust and desire, and we didn't care. As we licked and sucked, our bodies began to tense, our muscles contracting, our skin flushing with pleasure.
We were getting close again, so close, and I knew just what to do to push us both over the edge. I reached down, my fingers brushing against Gretchen's clit, feeling the familiar jolt as she gasped in pleasure. At the same time, Gretchen's tongue was on my asshole, probing me, licking me, sucking me. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a moment that left us both breathless and gasping, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one. As we came, our bodies convulsed, our muscles contracting, our skin flushed with pleasure. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a moment that left us both spent and exhausted, but also thoroughly satisfied.
As we lay there, our bodies spent and exhausted, we both knew it was time to sleep. We curled up together, our bodies entwined, our hearts still beating as one. The room was quiet, the only sound the gentle rustle of the sheets as we shifted in our sleep. I don't know how long we slept, but when we woke up, the sun was streaming through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. We both stretched, our bodies arching, our muscles flexing. We looked at each other, our eyes locking, and smiled. The afterglow was still there, a warm, fuzzy feeling that seemed to envelop us both. We lay there for a moment, basking in the glow, our bodies still warm from the previous night's activities. Gretchen reached out, her hand brushing against mine.
"Good morning," she whispered, her voice husky with sleep.
"Good morning," I whispered back, my voice just as husky. We lay there for a moment, our hands touching, our eyes locked. It was a moment of perfect contentment, a moment that seemed to stretch out forever. As we lay there, I knew that this was what I wanted. We were two women, lost in a world of lust and desire, but we had found each other. And in that moment, nothing else mattered.
We spent the next couple of days holed up in the condo, barely leaving the bed except to grab a drink or use the bathroom. We were insatiable, our bodies craving each other's touch, our minds consumed by the desire to explore every inch of each other's skin. We fucked each other in every way possible, our bodies entwined in a sweaty, sloppy mess. We tried every position, every angle, every technique. We were two women on a mission to drive each other wild, to make each other cum again and again.
As the days passed, the world outside the condo faded away. We didn't care about anything except the pleasure we were giving each other. We were in our own little bubble, a bubble of lust and desire that nothing could penetrate. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we began to wind down. We lay in bed, our bodies exhausted, our minds reeling from the non-stop sex. I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed my phone and asked Gretchen to pose for one more photo.
As we drove to the airport, Gretchen's hand was on my thigh, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin. "I'm going to miss you," she said, her voice sounding a bit down. I smiled, feeling a pang of sadness at leaving her behind.
"I'll miss you too," I replied, covering her hand with mine. We chatted idly for a bit, and then Gretchen brought up my new neighbor, Amanda.
"So, have you scheduled coffee with Amanda yet?" she asked, a sly grin spreading across her face.
"Next Friday," I replied, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. "But it’s just to be friendly. Nobody will ever replace you, my lover. She just seems really nice. Gretchen raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"I’ll bet she's more than nice," she teased, her voice dripping with innuendo. I laughed, feeling a thrill of excitement at the prospect of getting to know Amanda better.
"We'll see," I said, smiling slyly at Gretchen. "Maybe I'll have to tell you all about it next time we meet up." Gretchen's grin grew wider, and she leaned in to kiss me, her lips brushing against mine in a gentle, teasing caress.
As I settled into my seat on the plane, I sent Mike a text letting him know I'd be ready for pickup in a couple of hours. I knew I needed to rest and recharge - it took a lot of energy to put on a façade for him, to hide the fact that his wife had been thoroughly fucked by another woman.
Before drifting off to sleep, I glanced at my phone and found myself looking at the last photo I'd taken. It was a picture of Gretchen, her eyes locked on mine as she gazed up at me from between my legs, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. A smile spread across my face as I remembered the moment it was taken. For a fleeting instant, I wondered if I'd ever dare show this photo to Mike, but I quickly pushed the thought aside. This was my secret, my own private treasure. I felt a thrill of excitement as I gazed at the photo, reliving the memory of our encounter. Then, with the image still etched in my mind, I let myself drift off to sleep.
