[Mike]: I walked in the door, and I could hear Holly's voice coming from the living room. She was on FaceTime with someone, laughing and chatting. I dropped my bag on the floor and walked in to kiss her. 

I heard Gretchen say, "We'll figure it out together, Holly, but for now, let's just focus on the fact that you're feeling something new and exciting. And that's okay. It's okay to explore and be curious."

"Hey, baby," I said, trying to act like I hadn’t heard what Gretchen had said. 

Holly smiled and said, “Hey, Gretchen, Mike's here.” 

She turned the phone for me to say hello. She then puckered up to kiss me while I exchanged pleasantries with Gretchen. 

She saw us kiss and said, “Get a room, you two. No need for any public displays of affection here.” 

Jokingly, I said, “You know, some people like to watch. Different strokes for different folks.” 

The girls both laughed, and then Holly said, "Just a minute, Gretchen," covering the phone with her hand. 

"Can you give me a couple of minutes with Gretch? And then I’m all yours.” 

“Sure, I will change and start dinner." 

Holly smiled and went back to her conversation, chatting with Gretchen for a few more minutes before hanging up the call. 

"Sorry about that," she said, putting down her phone. "Gretchen just called to catch up and see how I'm doing." 

I nodded, taking a seat next to her on the couch. 

"No worries, baby," I said. "I'm just happy to see you." 

Holly smiled and leaned in, kissing me again. "I'm happy to see you, too," she said. 

“So, how was your coffee with Amanda today?” 

Holly was clearly bothered by that question, but I couldn’t tell why. Trying to play it cool, she calmly responded.

“Well, first off, since it’s so warm out, we opted for mimosas and chatted the entire day.”

“Sipping alcohol all day might explain why you don’t seem yourself.”

“That’s probably part of it,” she said, pausing to think. “But that’s not all of it.”

“Not all of it?”

“No, and Mike, I hope you don’t hate me, but I may have made a mistake.”

“I can’t imagine anything you could have done today to upset me.”

“Ok, well, here it goes… You know that roleplay thing about me and Gretchen that we both enjoyed yesterday?”

“Of course, I won’t forget that as long as I live.”

“Well, Amanda heard it too.”

“Wait, you told Amanda about my fantasy?”

“Not exactly.”

She went on to recount the story about standing permission to come around back and what she saw and heard.

“Oh wow! How did she take it?”

“Well, at the time, it sounded like it turned her on. But by today, it had turned to guilt.”

“I could imagine. She is a bit of a goody two-shoes.”

“Yeah, well, that's her dilemma. She is trying to play a good, Godly Christian wife and mom role, but I think there’s something else there.”

“How do you know that?”

“Before I answer that, you remember how you always joke around about me having a hall pass to fulfill your fantasy with Gretchen, right?” 

Getting a sense of where this was going, I thought I would roll the dice. 

“Not just with Gretchen, but any female you felt a spark with.”

“That’s good because Amanda and I kissed.”

“FOR REAL!” I said, a little too excited.

“Yeah, I don’t know if it was the alcohol mixed with very little food and all of the talk about our emotions, but as I was walking her out, I kissed her goodbye.”

“Not to get too nosy, honey, but was it a platonic kiss on the cheek like the picture of Gretchen or something else?”

“Something else,” Holly said, playfully. 

I was already aroused, but by now she could see a definite bulge in my shorts.

”Is there more to the story?”

“There is, but by the look of your shorts and the dampness in my panties, it would probably be a better story told riding your hard cock,” Holly said, her voice husky with desire. 

I smiled, feeling a surge of excitement. 

"I'd like that," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. 

Holly straddled me, her thighs wrapping around my hips. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. 

"I've been hoping you would take this ok," she whispered. I groaned, my cock hardening even more. 

"Tell me," I said, my voice filled with desire. 

Holly started to ride my cock, her movements slow and sensual. 

"As I was walking Amanda out, I asked if it was ok if I kissed her goodbye," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was a soft, gentle kiss at first, but then it deepened. I could feel her body responding to mine, her lips parting to let my tongue in." 

The story entranced me, and my cock was getting drenched from her arousal. 

"What happened next?" I asked my voice, hopeful. 

Holly's eyes locked onto mine, and she could see the desire burning in them. 

"As we kissed, I could feel her body melting into mine," she said. "I touched her face, feeling the softness of her skin. And then, I reached down and touched her breasts." 

I groaned, my cock hardening even more. 

"Tell me more," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. 

Holly's movements became more frenzied, her body riding my cock with a fierce intensity. 

"I could feel her nipples, feeling them harden beneath my fingers," she said. "And then, we started pawing at each other wildly. In our frenzy, I reached down and touched her pussy. She was so wet, Mike, and I couldn't help but be turned on by her reactions." 

By now, I was pounding into her, my cock filling her up with my hardness. 

"I fingered her, Mike," she said. "I slid my fingers into her pussy, feeling her muscles clenching around me. She was so tight, and I knew she was close to cumming." 

I groaned, my cock pounding into her with a fierce intensity. Holly's body was shuddering now, her orgasm building up. 

"I fingered her until she came, Mike," she said. "She was so wet and responsive, and I couldn't help myself." 

I was cumming now, my cock filling her. Holly's body was shuddering, her orgasm building up. We came together, our bodies entwined in a fierce and passionate embrace. As we caught our breath, I looked into Holly's eyes and saw the love and desire there.

After we came down from our orgasms, I had to ask, "That was quite a story. Were you just playing with a made-up story, or was that real?"

After a pregnant pause, Holly looked into my eyes.

"It really happened, Mike. I hope you're ok with that."

Again, I may have been a little too excited.

"I am more than ok. So tell me, after that, she just left?”

“Not exactly. I felt like she needed comforting, and really, she was late getting back to her house. But she texted me on the way home, and I’m pretty sure we are ok.”

“So, by ok, does that mean you two are going to move on from here?” 

Holly paused, contemplating. 

“I know you like the story I told you yesterday, but moving from fantasy into reality is a whole different world,” she paused before continuing, “I mean, you are seriously ok with me having a female lover on the side?”

Wanting to be careful and measured, I slowly responded.

“I can’t explain why the idea of you being with a woman turns me on so. Like I told you before, I think it has to do with my early imprinting, but yeah, as long as you never leave me for another woman and still have time for me, I have no issue.”

“Darling, I couldn’t survive without you or that cock of yours. But if you want me to explore this bisexual side you’ve been praying for, I’m game.”

Just then, Holly noticed she had missed a message from Amanda. She was texting to see if she could talk to both of us. Holly told her to give us an hour, and she could drop by.

[Holly]:

Amanda knocked on the door, and I answered it with a smile. 

"Hey, come on in," I said, stepping aside to let her in. 

Amanda walked in, looking a little nervous but also excited. 

"Hey, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said, glancing around the room. I shook my head, inviting her to sit down. 

"Not at all, what's up?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. 

Amanda took a deep breath, looking a little sheepish. 

"When I got back to my house, and I found a note from my husband," she said, pulling out a piece of paper from her pocket. "He took the kids to our cabin for the weekend, and he said he'd be back on Sunday night." 

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. 

"Oh, wow," I said. "That's a nice surprise." 

Amanda nodded, smiling. 

"Yeah, I called him when I saw the note, and he said he could tell that I’ve been a little run down of late with all I do with the family. He said when I was so late coming home, he knew I probably needed more friend time than family time, so they headed to our cabin.”

“So you have the weekend to yourself and yet you said you wanted to talk to me and Mike?”

“I do. Is he here?”

“Yeah, he’s been home for about an hour. He just jumped into the shower, so before he gets out, do you care to tell me what you want to talk about?”

“Well…you know, this afternoon with you was very…enlightening. But it was also kind of... freeing," she said, her eyes locking onto mine. "I mean, I have the whole weekend to myself, and I can do whatever I want." 

I smiled, sensing where this was going. 

"And what do you want to do?" I asked, my voice low and husky. 

Amanda took another deep breath, her eyes never leaving mine. "I want to talk to you and Mike about something," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Something that's been on my mind since I left today." 

I nodded, intrigued. 

"What is it?" I asked, leaning forward. 

Amanda hesitated, looking a little nervous. 

"I want to talk to you about my desires," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "I've been feeling really... restless lately, and I think it's because I've been suppressing some of my desires. And I was wondering if maybe... maybe we could explore them together." 

I smiled and said, “I’ve been thinking about you, too. I’m sure Mike would be ok if we spent some time together.”

“And that is what I want to ask. You shared that Mike has this fantasy about you with another woman, and I want to be that woman. But also for my first time, I am super nervous, and so I don’t think I’m comfortable with him watching….Oh, I don’t know what I’m saying. Is this making any sense?”

“Just leave it to me, honey,” I said, sitting next to her on the couch, putting my arm around her,” I think I can get us what we both want.” 

I leaned in and gave her a soft kiss, and she let out a moan. 

Just then, Mike came down the hallway. Amanda looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and guilt. 

"I've been struggling all day, torn between my family and my desires. Being with you felt liberating, but I also feel guilty. I don't know what to do." She looked at me, her eyes searching for understanding and guidance. "I know it sounds crazy, but I feel like I'm at a crossroads, and I don't know which path to take. I don't want to hurt my husband, but at the same time, I don't want to suppress my desires and live a life that's not authentic to who I am." 

I took a deep breath, trying to choose my words carefully. I could sense Mike's eyes on us, but I didn't want to break the intimacy of the moment. 

"Amanda, I understand how you're feeling," I said, my voice soft and gentle. "I hear you say that you're being pulled in two different directions, and you don't know which way to turn. But here's the thing: you don't have to choose between being a good wife and mother and being true to yourself. Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to merge those two paths." I looked at her, my eyes locked onto hers. "I'm not saying it's going to be easy, but I think it's worth exploring. And I'm here to support you, no matter what you decide." 

Amanda looked at me, her eyes searching for reassurance. 

"But what about my husband?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to hurt him, but at the same time, I don't want to deny my own desires." 

I nodded, understanding her concerns. "I get it, Amanda. And I'm not saying that we should rush into anything. But maybe, there's a way to be honest with him, and to work through this together." 

Mike walked over to us, his eyes fixed on Amanda. 

"Hey, Amanda, can I join the conversation?" he asked, his voice gentle. 

Amanda nodded, and Mike sat down next to us. "I think I know where you're coming from, Amanda," Mike said, his voice soft, "and I want you to know that we're not here to judge you. We're here to support you, and to help you explore your desires." 

Amanda looked at Mike, her eyes filled with gratitude. 

"Thank you, Mike," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just knowing that you're here for me, and that you're willing to listen, means a lot." 

Amanda took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto mine.

“I've been thinking a lot about my marriage and my relationship with my husband," she said, her voice soft. "And I've come to realize that we've been struggling with intimacy for a while now. We've been so focused on raising our kids and building our careers that we've neglected our own desires and needs." 

She looked at Mike, then back at me. "I know it sounds crazy, but I feel like I've been living in a state of emotional and physical numbness. And being with you, Holly, it felt like a wake-up call. It felt like I was finally alive again." Amanda nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. "And I know it's not fair to my husband, but I feel like I've been sleepwalking through my marriage for years. And I don't want to do that anymore." 

I took a deep breath, trying to process what Amanda was saying. "Amanda, I want to be clear that I'm not looking to sabotage your marriage or hurt your husband. If you're feeling unfulfilled in your marriage, maybe we can explore ways to address those issues together." 

Amanda nodded, her eyes locking onto mine. "I know it's not going to be easy, but I feel like I need to take this step. I need to explore my own desires and needs, and I need to do it with someone who understands me." 

She looked at Mike, then back at me. 

"I know it sounds crazy, but I feel like I have a connection with you, Holly. A connection that I haven't felt with my husband in years." 

Mike spoke up, his voice gentle. "Amanda, I think you're wondering if maybe, just maybe, this is an opportunity to explore that connection and see where it takes you." 

"Yes, exactly. I need to explore my own desires and needs, and I need to do it with someone who understands me." 

I looked at Mike, then back at Amanda. "Okay, Amanda. Let's take this one step at a time. Let's explore this connection and see where it takes us. But let's also be clear that we're not looking to hurt anyone, and we're not looking to destroy your marriage. We're looking to support you, and to help you find what you're looking for." 

Amanda nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Holly. Thank you, Mike. Just knowing that you're here for me, and that you're willing to listen, means everything to me."

I felt like this was a moment to pitch my proposed solution. 

“So, Mike has given me permission for moments like this. I haven’t acted on that until our little moment today. It doesn’t sound like James has done the same thing for you. But what if we pretended he did for the weekend when he said you needed some ‘friend time’? And if you learn that this is something you desire, then you can discuss it with James when he returns. If you hate it, we pretend like nothing happened and just stay friends.”

I could see that Amanda was working things out in her mind.

“After earlier today, I can’t imagine that I will hate it.”

We both laughed, which broke the tension. 

I looked at Mike, my eyes locked onto his. 

"Mike, can I ask you something?" I said, my voice soft. 

Mike nodded, his eyes curious. "What is it, baby?" he asked. 

I took a deep breath, trying to phrase my question carefully. 

"I’m thinking... maybe Amanda and I could use the Master bedroom for the night," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. 

Mike's eyes didn't flicker, but I could sense a hint of desire behind them. 

"And where would you like me to sleep?" he asked, his voice neutral. 

I looked at Amanda, then back at Mike. "I was thinking maybe you could sleep in the spare room," I said, my voice soft. 

Mike nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "I don't mind, baby," he said. "I was willing to leave completely for the night if that made you two more comfortable." 

I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Thank you, Mike," I said, my voice filled with gratitude. "We just want to... explore this connection, and see where it takes us. I think we will feel better with you here standing guard." 

Mike nodded, his eyes understanding. "I get it, baby," he said. "And I'm happy to support you, no matter what."

Amanda spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Mike," she said. "This means a lot to me." 

As Mike smiled, his warm eyes filled with understanding, Amanda added a sheepish comment, 

"Mike, I know you have a fantasy about seeing your wife with another woman, and I hope you're okay with the fact that I'm personally not ready for an audience... yet." 

She winked, and Mike's smile broadened. "I'll give you ladies some privacy," Mike said, standing up and locking eyes with me. "You two have fun." 

I nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude towards him. "We will, baby," I said. "Thank you for understanding." 

Mike leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a gentle kiss. "I love you, Holly," he whispered. "And I want you to be happy." 

My heart swelled with love for him, and I smiled, feeling a deep connection. "I love you too, Mike," I replied. "And I'll always be grateful for your understanding and support." 

With a playful glint in my eye, I added, "And don't worry, no sneaking peeks, okay?" 

Mike chuckled, knowing I was teasing him, and I then added an exaggerated wink for him to figure out later.

Then I took Amanda's hand, leading her to the Master bedroom. As we walked, I could feel the excitement building up inside me. I had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity, and I was determined to make it special. I wanted to show Amanda everything I had learned from giving Gretchen pleasure over the last five years, but I also wanted to pretend that it was my first time with a woman, too. I wanted to experience the excitement and nervousness of exploring a new relationship, and I wanted Amanda to feel like she was my first love. As we entered the bedroom, I closed the door behind us and turned to face Amanda.

[Amanda]: As I walked hand in hand with Holly down the hallway, I couldn't help but feel a mix of uncertainty and excitement. We were about to cross a threshold, and I wasn't sure what lay ahead. But with Holly's warm hand in mine, I felt a sense of comfort and reassurance. Holly's eyes sparkled with desire as she led me into the Master bedroom. The bed was an inviting haven, with plush pillows and a comfortable-looking duvet. I felt a flutter in my chest as Holly turned to face me. Her eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the desire burning within them. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. But there was something about Holly that drew me in, something that made me feel like I could trust her. 

Holly's hands reached out, gently brushing against my skin. I shivered at her touch, feeling a spark of electricity run through my body. She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss. I felt myself melting into her touch, my uncertainty giving way to excitement. This was it, the moment I had been waiting for. Holly's kiss deepened, her tongue probing my mouth. I responded, my own tongue dancing with hers. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the moment. 

As we kissed, Holly's hands moved over my body. I felt a rush of pleasure, my body responding to her touch. I was excited, but also a little scared. What if I didn't do this right? What if I wasn't good enough? But Holly's touch was reassuring, her hands guiding me through the unknown. She was gentle, yet passionate, her desire for me evident in every kiss, every touch. I felt myself getting lost in the moment, my uncertainty giving way to excitement. I was finally going to experience what it was like to be with a woman, to feel the love and the passion that only two women could share.

As we broke apart for a moment, gasping for air, Holly's eyes locked onto mine. 

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice husky with desire. 

I nodded, my heart racing with excitement. 

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'm better than okay." 

Holly smiled, her eyes sparkling with desire. "Good," she whispered, her lips brushing against mine once more. "Because I'm just getting started."

Holly's hands trembled with excitement as she led me to the bed. We sat down together, our legs touching, and our eyes locked onto each other. The air was electric with anticipation, and I could feel the excitement building up inside me. 

"I'm so glad we're doing this," Holly said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been thinking about you all day, wondering what it would be like to be with you." 

I smiled, feeling my heart skip a beat. "I've been thinking about you, too," I replied, my voice husky with desire. "I've never done this before, but there's something about you that makes me feel like I can trust you." 

Holly's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I'm glad you feel that way," she said. "I want you to feel comfortable and safe with me. I want us to be able to explore each other, to get to know each other's bodies and desires." 

As we talked, our lips kept meeting, our kisses gentle and soft. We were savoring the moment, taking our time, and enjoying each other's company. 

 "I love the way you kiss," Holly said, her voice husky with desire. "You're so soft and gentle, but also passionate and intense." 

"I love the way you kiss, too," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're so confident and self-assured, but also gentle and caring." 

Our kisses kept getting deeper, our tongues dancing together in a sensual rhythm. Holly's hands reached out and gently began to undress me, her fingers tracing the curves of my body. I felt a shiver run down my spine as she touched me, her touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. I returned the favor, my hands pulling her shirt over her head. Her skin was soft and smooth, and I couldn't resist the urge to touch her, to feel her warmth and gentleness. As we undressed each other, our eyes locked onto each other, the desire and anticipation building up between us. Finally, we were both naked, our bodies exposed and vulnerable. But I didn't feel vulnerable, I felt empowered, I felt free. Holly's eyes sparkled with desire as she looked at me, her gaze roaming over my body. I felt a sense of pride and confidence, knowing that she found me attractive, knowing that she wanted me. 

Holly's hands found my breasts, her fingers brushing against my nipples. I felt a shiver run down my spine, and I moaned, my body responding to her touch. I found her breasts too, my hands cupping them, my fingers brushing against her nipples. She moaned, her body responding to my touch. We lay down on the bed, our bodies falling onto the soft sheets. As we kissed, Holly's hand found my pussy, her fingers brushing against my clit. I felt a shiver run through my whole body, and I moaned, my body responding to her touch. I found her pussy too, my fingers brushing against her clit. She moaned, her body responding to my touch. We were making love, our bodies moving together, our hearts beating as one. As the pace and intensity increased, I knew Holly was about to give me my second climax of the day. I wanted to give her an orgasm at the same time, but I felt like I was not making any progress. As Holly could tell, I was getting close, she whispered in my ear. 

“You're bringing out the dirty girl in me, Amanda. You are better at fingering my pussy than you think. Are you going to cum for me when I drench your hand?”

She was breathing heavily, her eyes closed, and her body shivering with anticipation. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and looked at me, a mischievous glint in her eye. 

"That's what I want to do, Holly," I said, my voice husky with desire. "I want to bring out the dirty girl in you." Holly's eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the excitement building up inside her. 

"I want to fuck you, Holly," I said, dripping with desire. "I want to feel your fingers inside me, to feel your tongue on my clit." I groaned, my body shivering with pleasure at my own words.

"Oh, Amanda, you're making me so wet," she said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I love the way you talk dirty, it's so hot." 

My face flushed with pleasure, and I  leaned closer to her. 

"I feel so guilty for using such filthy language, but you bring it out of me, Holly," I said. "You make me feel like I can say anything, do anything, and you'll still want me." 

I smiled as Holly’s lips brushed against my ear. 

"That's exactly what I want, Amanda," she said, my voice husky with desire. "I want you to feel like you can be yourself, to let go of all your inhibitions and just be scandalous with me." 

My body shivered with pleasure, and she leaned in closer to me. 

"I want to be naughty with you, Holly, I crave being a naughty girl". 

With those words, we both came together, but it did nothing to quench our desire. I was so eager to taste her pussy, and I think Holly was on the same page. I looked up at her eyes. I could see the desire burning in them. 

I felt her hands on my shoulders, pushing me down, and I knew that she was guiding me to her pussy. I take a deep breath, my heart racing with anticipation, and I start to kiss her thighs, my lips trailing up to her mound. As I reach her pussy, I can smell the scent of her arousal, and I know that she is ready for me. I take a deep breath, my tongue extending, and I start to lick Holly's clit, my tongue probing her folds. 

I felt Holly's hands on my head, pulling me closer, and I knew she was enjoying this. I continue to lick and suck, my tongue probing every inch of her pussy, and I can feel her body trembling with pleasure. As I ate her pussy, I felt a sense of liberation, like I was finally being true to myself. I'm enjoying this, and I know that I want to do it again and again. I look up at Holly, my eyes locked onto hers, and I can see the pleasure and desire burning in them. I know that I'm making her feel good, and that's all that matters. "Does it feel good, Holly?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. 

“Fuck yes, Amanda,” she hisses, “You are a prodigy pussy licker”.

I continue to lick and suck, my tongue probing her folds, and I can feel her body shuddering with pleasure. I know that she’s close to cumming, and I'm determined to make it happen.

"Cum for me, Holly," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. "Let me taste your juices." 

I continue to suck her clit as I can feel her body building up to a crescendo, and I know that she’s cumming.

‘I'm ready to drink in every drop of your juices and savor the taste of your orgasm.”

“FUCK!!!!” She screams while bucking in front of me.

I have a hard time keeping contact, but she pulls my face into her cunt to ride the waves. 

“Amanda…that was so good, honey,” she says, still gasping for air, “It feels like maybe you have done that before.”

“Well, I actually have not, but I’m not sure I can say the same for you. It seems like there is more to you than meets the eye.”

“Let’s not get caught up in all of that. I want to spend the rest of the night figuring you out and seeing what you really like. I have a feeling this isn't going to be a one-time affair.” 

[Mike]:

I sat in the spare room, trying to give Holly and Amanda some privacy. But I couldn't help myself, I was drawn to the sounds of their pleasure. I had always fantasized about Holly being with another woman, and now that it was finally happening, I couldn't resist the urge to listen in. I eased down the hallway, trying to be as quiet as possible. I didn't want to disturb them, but I couldn't help but want to hear every moan, every giggle, and every howl of pleasure that came from the bedroom. As I sat there, I could feel my cock hardening in my pants. This was a huge turn-on for me. I pictured Holly and Amanda, naked and entwined, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. As the night wore on, the sounds of their pleasure only grew louder. I heard Holly's cries of ecstasy and Amanda's screams of delight. I couldn't believe that my wife had finally fulfilled my fantasy, and I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us.

I finally went to the spare room and drifted off to sleep, my mind still reeling from the events of the evening. Around 2 a.m., I was suddenly awoken by a gentle touch on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see Holly standing over me, a smile on her face. 

"Hey, baby, I just wanted to check in on you," she whispered, her voice husky with sleep. 

I sat up, rubbing my eyes, and Holly sat down beside me on the bed. She was pungently smelling of pussy and sweat, and I relished the aroma. It was like a perfume to me, a confirmation of the incredible evening she was having with Amanda. Holly leaned in and kissed me, her lips brushing against mine. I could taste the salty sweetness of Amanda's pussy on her lips, and I groaned with desire. 

"Everything okay?" I asked, my voice husky with sleep. 

My wife's eyes were sparkling with excitement. 

"Everything's great, baby," she whispered. "Amanda is amazing, and I think we're just getting started. We needed to grab a snack and rehydrate." 

I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of what was to come. 

"I'm glad to hear that," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. 

Holly leaned in closer, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. 

"I need you to have breakfast ready for us tomorrow morning," she whispered. "We're going to need our energy." 

I nodded, my mind racing with the possibilities. "I'll make sure to have everything ready," I said, my voice filled with excitement. 

Holly smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. 

"And maybe tomorrow, you can watch us for real," she whispered. “But until then, I may have shifted the curtain a little while Amanda was in the little girls' room, so give us a few minutes and be very quiet, and you might catch a peek from outside.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, babe,” she said matter-of-factly, “but no sounds got it?”

“I promise.”

“Good boy! Give me half an hour, and I will be sure to put on a show.”

I waited about 20 minutes and made my way to the window outside the Master bedroom. The night was surprisingly warm, but it was nothing compared to what I was eager to see. I hoped that Holly hadn't had to reclose the curtains all the way, and I was in luck. As I approached the window, I could see a sliver of light coming from inside, and I knew that I had a good view of what was going on. I peeked through the gap, and my eyes widened with excitement. Amanda was standing and bent over the bed, her legs spread wide apart. Holly was behind her, her tongue pounding into Amanda's pussy with reckless abandon. Amanda was screaming all sorts of obscenities, her body shaking with pleasure. I couldn't believe my eyes. I had never seen anything so hot in my life. My wife, the love of my life, was eating out another woman, and it was the most incredible thing I had ever seen. I felt my cock harden even more, and I knew that I was in for a real treat. 

I couldn't help but stroke my cock while I watched. Amanda's body was shaking and convulsing, her screams getting louder and louder. Holly's tongue was moving faster and faster, and I knew that Amanda was on the verge of a massive orgasm. I held my breath, watching in awe as the scene unfolded before my eyes. Suddenly, Amanda's body went rigid, and she let out a scream that was so loud it could have woken up the whole neighborhood. Her body shook and convulsed, and I knew that she was having the most intense orgasm of her life. Holly's tongue was still pounding away, and I could see the look of pure pleasure on her face. I was mesmerized, my eyes glued to the scene before me. My wife, the love of my life, was a true bisexual and she was living my fantasy with another woman. It then hit me that maybe this was her fantasy all along.

As I watched, Holly and Amanda were lost in their own little world of pleasure. I realized the reason I could hear them was that Holly had slightly cracked the window open. I put my ear up closer to listen in.

"Oh, I can’t get enough of this pussy," Holly moaned, her tongue licking Amanda's clit with reverence. "You're so perfectly fuckable. I adore the way you squirm, the way you beg, the way you cum for me." 

Amanda's eyes were closed, her body writhing in ecstasy. 

"You own my pussy now, Holly," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You're the only one who can make me feel this way. You're the only one who can make me surrender like this." 

Holly's words were like a prayer, a hymn of praise to Amanda's submission. 

"You're my little plaything, my little toy," she whispered, her voice filled with adoration. "You're mine to use, mine to abuse, mine to make cum whenever I want." 

Amanda's response was like a confession, a declaration of her love and devotion to Holly's dominance. 

"I'm yours, Holly, body and soul," she whispered, her body shaking with pleasure. "I'll do anything for you, my queen, anything to make you happy. Use me, abuse me, make me cum - I'm yours to command." 

As they broke apart for a moment, gasping for air, Holly looked at Amanda with a mixture of wonder and regret. 

“Why didn’t we start fucking sooner?" she asked, her voice filled with longing. "This delicious pussy has lived across the street from me for 6 months, and I’m just now tasting it." 

Amanda smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. 

"I know, right?" she said, her voice husky with desire. "I've been wanting you for so long, Holly. I've been dreaming about your tongue in my pussy, your fingers in my ass. I've been dreaming about being yours." 

Holly's face lit up with excitement, her eyes burning with desire. 

"I've been wanting you too, Amanda," she said, her voice filled with passion. "I've been wanting to make you cum, to make you scream, to make you mine." 

As they dove back into their passionate embrace, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the intensity of their desire for each other. They were two women, lost in their own little world of pleasure, and they were worshipping each other's bodies like goddesses. Their words were like a stream of filth, pouring out of their mouths like a river of desire. But it wasn't just dirty talk - it was a declaration of their love and adoration for each other. They were two women, consumed by their passion for each other, and they were determined to make up for lost time.

"You're so beautiful when you cum," she whispered, her eyes locked onto Amanda's. Amanda smiled back, her eyes sparkling with pleasure. 

"You're an amazing lover, Holly," she replied, her voice filled with gratitude. And with that, the two women shared a passionate kiss, their bodies still entwined as they basked in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking session.

They finally drifted off to sleep, so I left them to do the same. I had masturbated to the sight of Holly and Amanda through the window, and now my body was sated, but my mind was still racing. 

[Holly]: As I woke up, I found myself tangled up in the sheets with Amanda. We had spent the night wrapped in each other's arms, our bodies entwined in a sweet, passionate embrace. I smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. It had been a wild and exciting night, and I was grateful to have shared it with Amanda. As I lay there, I could smell the aroma of coffee and cooking wafting from the kitchen. My stomach growled, and I knew that Mike was already up and getting breakfast ready. I felt a surge of love and gratitude for my husband, who had given me the freedom to explore my desires with Amanda. 

I turned to Amanda, who was still fast asleep. She looked beautiful, her hair tousled and her skin glowing in the morning light. I gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face, and she stirred, opening her eyes. 

"Hey," she said, smiling softly. "Good morning." 

"Good morning," I replied, smiling back. "How are you feeling?" 

Amanda thought for a moment before responding. 

"I'm feeling... happy. And a little uncertain, I guess. I don't know what's going to happen next." 

I nodded, understanding her concerns. 

"We'll take things one step at a time," I said. "We'll figure it out together, okay?" 

Amanda nodded, and we shared a sweet kiss. 

"Hey, why don't we share a shower? We can get cleaned up and then head to breakfast." 

Amanda's eyes sparkled with excitement. 

"That sounds like a great idea," she said. 

We got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, our bodies still warm from the night's activities. As we showered together, I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and contentment. After our shower, I loaned Amanda a robe, and we wrapped ourselves up in them. We were ready to face Mike and the day ahead, together.

"Okay, let's go get some breakfast," I said, smiling at Amanda.

 Amanda nodded, and we headed to the kitchen, holding hands as we walked. As we entered the kitchen, Mike looked up and smiled. 

"Good morning, ladies," he said. "I hope you're both hungry. I've made pancakes and scrambled eggs." I smiled, feeling grateful for my husband's support. 

"We're starving," I said. 

As we sat down to eat, Amanda took a bite of her pancake and suddenly winced in pain. 

"Ow, my stomach muscles are so sore," she said, rubbing her abdominal area. 

I looked at her with concern. 

"What's wrong?" I asked. Amanda smiled sheepishly. "I think it's just from all the... excitement. I'm not used to having so many orgasms in one night." 

I couldn't help but think back to all the weekends I had spent with Gretchen. I had felt the same way after our first few encounters, my abdominal muscles sore from the intense pleasure. But over time, I had grown accustomed to it, and the soreness had become less of an issue. 

Mike looked at her with interest, asking, "Do you need some ice or something to help with the pain?" 

Amanda laughed. "No, I'm fine. It's just a good kind of sore, you know?" 

I smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. It was a soreness that came from being fully alive, from experiencing pleasure and passion to the fullest. As we finished our breakfast, Amanda looked at us with a thoughtful expression. 

"I've been thinking," she said, "and I'm ready to allow Mike to watch us have sex... on one condition." 

Mike and I exchanged a curious glance. 

"What's the condition?" I asked, my voice filled with anticipation. 

Amanda's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I want to watch you two have sex first," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "After watching you two by the pool a couple of days ago, I couldn't help but feel... intrigued. I want to relive that moment, but up close." 

I felt a surge of surprise, followed by a thrill of excitement. I looked at Mike, who was watching me with a raised eyebrow. I could tell he was interested, and I was too. 

"I think that can be arranged," I said, smiling at Amanda. "But are you sure you're ready for that?" 

Amanda nodded, her eyes locked onto mine. 

"Yes, I'm positive. I want to see what it's like to watch you two together, to experience that intimacy and passion up close." 

The thought of having sex with Mike while Amanda watched, and then switching roles, was exhilarating. As we finished our breakfast, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this new development in our lives. It was a new chapter, full of possibilities and promise. And I was excited to see where it would take us.

I said, "After listening to us all night, I think Mike might probably need a little relief." 

She smiled slyly, and I could tell she was trying to be playful. 

Mike chuckled and said, "Well, I might have taken matters into my own hands a couple of times when it got so loud I could hear you two throughout the house." 

He winked at me, and I couldn't help but laugh. 

Amanda's face turned bright red as she blushed. "I'm not surprised you could hear us," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "This wife of yours is... quite enthusiastic. And we were at it all night long, and I was surprised we didn't wear each other out." She said it with a giggle, and I couldn't help but laugh. 

Mike smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. 

"Well, I'm glad you two enjoyed yourselves," he said. 

I leaned in, my voice taking on a flirtatious tone. "I think we can put on a good show," I said. "And now, it's time for the next act." 

Amanda's eyes sparkled with excitement, and I could tell she was looking forward to what was next. Mike's eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the desire burning within them. We all cleaned up the kitchen a bit, and I told Mike that we would meet him in the bedroom. 

Amanda made herself comfortable on our chair, and I lay down on the bed and slightly opened my robe. 

“Any special requests?” I asked Amanda.

“I want you to pretend I’m not here. I want to see how you two make love when it’s just your two,” she paused like she had more to say, "and I want you to tell Mike a story like you did the other day. But this time, I want it to be about us."

“It's going to be really hard to not notice my hot neighbor sitting there, but we can try.”

“Try what?” Mike asked as he entered the bedroom. 

He was wearing his robe, but I could see that he was already erect.

“Pretend we are alone. Do you think you can do that?”

“I can try, but this isn't going to be like we normally connect. For starters, I think we are both so aroused we won’t need much foreplay.”

“I agree, you big stud. Get over here and fuck me!”

And fuck me, he did. As we began, Amanda watched us with a keen eye. She sat on the chair, her legs spread wide apart, and her hand began to masturbate as she watched us. 

"Oh, fuck, this is so hot," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Mike and I continued to make love, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I began to explain to Mike what Amanda and I had done the night before, telling him about how we had licked each other's pussies and fucked each other with our fingers. Mike's eyes locked onto mine, his expression filled with desire. 

"That's so hot," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "I want to hear more."

 I continued to tell him about our encounter, about how Amanda had tasted my pussy and how I had made her cum. Mike's cock grew harder, his body pounding into mine with increased intensity. As we reached the climax of our lovemaking, Mike's cock exploded with cum, filling my pussy with his warm seed. Amanda watched, her eyes locked onto our bodies, and I could see the desire burning within her. As Mike pulled out, Amanda got up from the bed and walked over to us. 

"I want to taste it," she said, her voice husky with desire. 

I smiled, my eyes locked onto hers. 

“Are you sure you want to eat my husband's cum?”

She didn't slow down as Mike rolled out of the way for her to make her assault.

“I know it’s wrong and we didn’t discuss it, but after watching you two, I want nothing more.”

"You can have it," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. 

Amanda leaned down, her tongue licking Mike's cum out of my pussy. She moaned, her body shuddering with pleasure. 

"Oh, fuck, this is so good," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Mike watched, his eyes locked onto Amanda's body. 

"That's so hot," he said, his voice filled with excitement. I smiled, my eyes locked onto Mike's. 

"I'm glad you like it," I said, my voice husky with desire. "Amanda is quite the enthusiastic eater, isn’t she, honey?" 

Amanda looked up, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Hey, someone's got to make sure you're clean," she said, her voice teasing. 

As Amanda continued to eat Mike's cum out of my pussy. She was like a starving woman devouring a feast. She moaned and slurped, her tongue licking every inch of my cunt. Some of the cum had dripped down the crack of my ass, and Amanda didn't hesitate to lick that up too. 

"Fuck, your ass tastes like a combination of your sweet pussy and Mike's salty cum," she said, her voice muffled by my flesh. 

Mike watched, his eyes glued to Amanda's face as she ate his cum out of my pussy and licked my asshole.

"I'm glad you like it, baby," I said, my voice husky with desire. "Amanda is a dirty little slut, and she loves eating me up." 

This was a filthy, dirty, and depraved act, and I was loving every minute of it. Mike's eyes were locked onto ours, and I could see the desire burning within them. 

“Let's keep the show going for Mike since we promised he could watch.”

I shifted under Amanda so we could 69 while Mike sat on the edge of the bed and watched. It was a glorious time for me, finally giving Mike what he had dreamed of. We spent the next 24 hours between the bed, the pool, and sometimes in the living room. Amanda and I abandoned our clothes for the day, and Mike didn’t seem to mind. 

As the weekend drew to a close, we reflected on the incredible time we'd shared. Our days had been filled with passion and pleasure, and our nights had been spent wrapped in each other's arms. Sometimes, Mike would watch us, his eyes filled with desire as we explored each other's bodies. Other times, it was just us girls, lost in our own little world of lust and love. We'd slept together again on the second night, our bodies exhausted from the countless orgasms we'd shared. 

This time, we'd managed to get some rest, our sleep filled with visions of the naughty things we'd done. The next morning, we took another shower together, our hands roaming over each other's skin as we washed away the remnants of our passion. It was there, under the warm water, that we gave each other our final orgasms of the weekend. We'd lost count of how many we'd had, but we knew it was a lot. As we finished our breakfast, I walked Amanda back to her house, so she could get ready for her family's return. We strolled along, reminiscing about the highlights of our weekend and sharing our takeaways. It had been an incredible few days, filled with laughter, love, and lust. We'd connected on a deep level, and we both knew that our lives would never be the same.

As we walked hand in hand, I turned to Amanda and asked, "So, what are you going to tell James about our little weekend getaway?" 

I looked at her curiously, wondering how she would explain our naughty adventures to her husband. Amanda smiled slyly and leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. 

"Oh, Holly, I think I'll just tell him that we had a great time catching up and that we're planning to do it again soon." She paused, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I don't think I'll mention the explicit details, if you know what I mean." 

She winked at me, and I couldn't help but laugh at her slyness. "Besides, I think it's better if we keep some things just between us girls, don't you?"

I nodded in agreement, assuring Amanda that this was her decision. 

"Of course, darling. Mike and I will never breathe a word about our little escapades. Your secret is safe with us, and we'll make sure to keep it that way." 

I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, my eyes locked on hers. 

"We're in this together, Amanda. We're girlfriends, and girlfriends keep each other's secrets." I smiled, "We'll never do anything to jeopardize your relationship with James or compromise your personal life."

As we stood there, hands entwined, I looked into Amanda's eyes and said, "You know, Amanda, someday, you might want to tell James about us, about what we've shared. Not because you have to, but because you might want to."

I paused, my voice taking on a contemplative tone. "I've been thinking about my own relationship with Mike, and there are things that I think I need to share with him, things that could bring us closer together." I smiled softly, my eyes locked on Amanda's. 

"I'm not saying you should tell James everything, but maybe, just maybe, there's a part of you that wants to be open and honest with him, to share this part of yourself with him." 

I gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I just want you to know that I'll support you, no matter what you decide. I'll be here."

Amanda's eyes sparkled with a mix of emotions as she listened to my words. She took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. 

"Holly, I...I don't know what the future holds, but I do know that I feel a connection with you that I've never felt with anyone before. It's like we've tapped into something deep and primal, something that goes beyond words." 

She paused, her gaze drifting off into the distance. 

"I care about James, I really do, but being with you has made me realize that there are parts of me that I've been denying, parts that I've been trying to keep hidden." She turned back to me, her eyes locking onto mine. "I don't know if I'm ready to share this with James, but I do know that I want to explore this side of myself, to see where it takes me." 

She smiled softly, her voice filled with a sense of wonder. "And I want to do it with you, Holly. I want to see where this journey takes us, together."

I hugged her goodbye with a kiss on the cheek just in case the neighbors were watching. 

As I was walking back to my house, I realized I missed Gretchen. Back home, I sat out front of the house on the steps in deep contemplation before tapping out a text to Gretchen. 

“Hey, Gorgeous, I've been craving a proper date with you, just the two of us, no distractions. Let me know when you can fly up, and I'll take care of all the details. We'll tell the guys we're doing a girls' weekend at a luxurious spa resort for my birthday, which is coming up, the perfect cover story. I'll book us a decadent couples massage, followed by a sultry night out at a fancy dinner, where we can indulge in wine, dessert, and each other's eyes. And then, my dear, I'll take you back to our room and take full advantage of you, all night long. After that, we can spend a few days at my house, lounging around, and I can introduce you to my new neighbor - but let's be real, I'm not sure you'll even notice anyone else with me around. So, what do you say, my love? Are you ready for a weekend of pampering, passion, and play?"

I didn’t have to wait long for Gretchen’s reply.

“I'm beyond ready for a weekend of pampering, passion, and play with you, my love! I'll check my schedule and book a flight as soon as possible. Can't wait to indulge in that couples massage, wine, and dessert... and of course, your eyes. And don't worry, I won't be noticing anyone else with you around; my attention will be fully on you. Let me know the birthday details and I'll make sure to bring a gift... or two.”

Now I knew there was only one last item to attend to. I needed to come clean with Mike about Gretchen. With him over the moon about our weekend, I figure there’s no time like the present.