Lisa

This is a continuation of the story "Ashley," () 5/14/2025. Some of the references in this story will make more sense if you read "Ashley" first.

Ashley and I were on our honeymoon at a cabin in the mountains when, after a particularly satisfying mid-afternoon sexual tryst, she asked, "Lisa wants to know if you still want to fuck her."

Aside from the inappropriate timing, we'd only been married for two days, I was in a post coital bliss and not mentally prepared for a question about my intentions concerning another woman.

"You've discussed it with her?" I asked.

"I have," Ashley admitted. "I avoid the topic but Lisa keeps returning to it. She actually suggested she could come with us on our honeymoon."

"Unbelievable," I commented.

"I didn't take her seriously but she was obviously trying to make a point," said Ashley.

"And that point is?" I asked.

"She wants to fuck you," stated Ashley.

"And you took that request seriously?" I wanted to know.

"Ordinarily I wouldn't," said Ashley. "But Lisa is my best friend after you. I've known her longer than I've known you. I couldn't ignore her."

"So, you told her that you'd ask me about it," I concluded.

"I did," admitted Ashley. "And you still haven't answered me."

"It's not a simple answer," I procrastinated. "Certainly, Lisa appeals to me on many levels. I don't know her well enough to build a meaningful relationship but I can relate to her physical attributes."

"Is that enough to want to fuck her?" Ashley asked.

"Under any other circumstances, yes," I confessed.

"And I'm the only thing standing in the way?" Ashley asked.

"Not you," I differed. "Our relationship. It's bigger than us or even the three of us."

"What if I told you it wouldn't have any effect on our relationship," Ashley explained.

"That's hard to believe," I stated honestly. "Your husband having sex with another woman, no matter who she is, has to have an emotional impact on you, even if you pretend it doesn't."

"Gary," said Ashley. "I love you. I give my real body to you. Relative to Lisa, I can separate my feelings similarly to how I successfully separated my feelings from my work as Mystique. It's not ignoring the facts, just accepting them as they are and placing them in the proper context."

"You could do that if I fucked Lisa?" I asked.

"I could," agreed Ashley. "You're both my friends and I have no concern about how you might relate to each other."

"What if I can't?" I asked.

"You can't what?" she asked.

"You may be able to control your anger and jealousy but I can't ignore the guilt," I told her.

"Guilt?"

"My guilt," I clarified. "I gave my vows to you. Not anyone else. And certainly not Lisa," I added.

"We didn't vow to 'forsaking all others, remember?" said Ashley. "And, if I give you my blessing wouldn't that ease your guilt?"

"It might," I admitted. "But we're working against years of education to always do the right thing. Having sex with someone other than you just doesn't feel like the right thing."

"Would it help if I was with you?" asked Ashley.

"God no," I answered quickly. "Even if I was convinced it was all right, I'd probably get so nervous with you present that both Lisa and I would be disappointed."

"I get it," conceded Ashley. "You and Lisa are on your own and you won't disappoint her."

"I haven't agreed yet," I reminded her. "I need some time to process your arguments although I don't fully understand them. I respect you and I also need to reconcile how not fucking Lisa isn't disrespecting you."

"Wow," said Ashley. "That's deep. Take your time. We won't see Lisa until after we get home in ten days. Meanwhile, could you roll over here and give me some respect?"

Lisa's name came up several times during the next ten days. One day, during a walk in the woods after we left our mark in a secluded glade, Ashley told me that Lisa hadn't had a man between her legs in months and it was driving her crazy.

"Lisa is a beautiful woman," I told her. "If she wants a man, all she has to do is sit at the end of the bar in the nearest pub and she'll have a dozen to choose from."

"She doesn't want just any man," Ashley said.

I left the conversation incomplete and we walked, hand in hand, back to the cabin.

On another day, while we were exploring the lake in a two-seated kayak, Ashley told me Lisa was dreaming about me.

"I assume her dreams include activities usually done with our clothes off," I stated.

"Good guess," confirmed Ashley. "Are you having similar dreams?"

"Yes," I admitted. "But it's always with you."

"That's sweet," cooed Ashley. "But I don't have Lisa's problem."

I pointed Ashley toward a brown bear on the beach and the conversation died while we watched the bear.

We got home late Saturday afternoon and we had sex for the first time as a married couple in our own bed.

Lisa's name didn't come up again until Tuesday after work. "I'm having lunch with Lisa tomorrow," said Ashley.

"That's nice," I said. "Say hello for me."

"What can I tell her?" asked Ashley.

"Tell her what?" I asked before I figured it out.

"When she can come over and have sex with you," Ashley reminded me.

"I haven't agreed to have sex with her yet," I insisted.

"Will Saturday work?" asked Ashley with a smile.

I couldn't answer her. The weight of her insistence made speech difficult.

Ashley invited Lisa to an early dinner late Saturday afternoon. She told me midafternoon on Saturday.

"What?" I asked hastily. "I haven't committed to anything."

"We know," Ashley said. "I thought talking to her might make your decision easier."

I took her hand and started for the bedroom. "Not now," Ashley said. "You should take a shower and shave," she suggested.

I showered, shaved and dressed in gray Dockers and a blue Polo shirt.

"Nice," approved Ashley. "Dressed to impress."

I hadn't thought about it consciously but now I was wondering if I had made a subconscious decision.

"Grab a beer and find something to watch on the television while I finish dinner preparation," suggested Ashley.

Ashley was still busy in the kitchen and the late game was about to start on the television when the doorbell rang.

"Will you get that?" asked Ashley from the kitchen.

Lisa was at the door. She had a bottle of wine in one hand and a bouquet of carnations in the other. Her hair was up in a ponytail, her makeup was light and she was wearing a bright yellow sundress with a square neckline and a skirt that flared from her waist to just below her knees. The neckline exposed her lightly tinted skin and just a hint of cleavage. "Hi," she said.

"Hi," I said. "Come in." Ashley arrived drying her hands with a kitchen towel. "Hey, girlfriend," Ashley said to Lisa. "You look incredible."

"I try," said Lisa. She handed the flowers and wine to Ashley, put her arms around me, gave me a hug and kissed me lightly on the lips. The three of us headed for the kitchen and dinner. Dinner was a shrimp salad with lemon vinegarette dressing and the wine complemented it perfectly. I thought that the women had somehow coordinated the meal.

Ashley had prepared a chocolate mousse with raspberries for dessert. While Ashley was assembling the dessert, Lisa stood up. "Excuse me," she said. "I need to use the loo."

"Through the archway on the right," directed Ashley and Lisa left the kitchen. She had something balled up in her hand when she returned and sat back at the table. She put her hand on the table next to me, opened her fist and withdrew her hand, leaving a pair of bright yellow panties on the table.

I suppressed my surprise. "Interesting," I said.

"I try," Lisa said.

We finished our mousse in silence. Ashley cleared the dishes, put them in the dishwasher and looked at her watch. "Look at the time. I have to go," she declared.

"Go? Where?" I asked.

"I promised Margo I'd go see the latest Ryan Reynolds movie with her," related Ashley.

"Tonight?" I asked.

"We made the plans weeks ago," Ashley said. "I told you at the time."

"I don't recall that," I said. "But you're going to leave me alone with Lisa."

"You'll be fine," Ashley said. "Lisa came to see you anyway, not me."

"But..." I tried to say.

"Don't worry. You and Lisa need time to get to know each other better. I'll be back in no time," Ashley called over her shoulder as she headed for the door.

Lisa and I sat at the kitchen table with her yellow panties on the table between us. I didn't know what to say and, if Lisa had any thoughts, she wasn't sharing them. I pointed to the panties. "Is this some kind of an invitation?" I asked.

"You could interpret it that way if you want," Lisa said.

"It's unusual," I commented. "It doesn't usually happen this way."

"I could put them back on if you want to take them off," Lisa said.

"No. That's fine," I said, thinking that everything I said and every response from Lisa was leading in only one direction and I wasn't avoiding it.

"You can touch them, you know," prompted Lisa.

I ran a finger over the fabric of her panties. "They're cold," I commented.

"I could put them on again if you'd prefer them warm," Lisa offered.

"That would be nice," I agreed with a resigned sigh.

Lisa stood up in front of me, picked up her panties, stretched them between her hands, reached under her skirt, stepped into her panties and pulled them up high around her waist, revealing her neatly trimmed pubic hair in the process.

"They'll be warm quickly," smiled Lisa. "We should go somewhere appropriate where you can take them off again."

Lisa had no question about where somewhere else would be. She left the kitchen and headed directly for the bedroom. There were a number of surprises in the bedroom. The bed was freshly made with the covers turned down revealing clean linens. Before I could close the door, Lisa turned and kissed me. Not a friendly kiss or a kiss with a promise. A demanding kiss with her tongue probing into my mouth and one leg raised around my hip. With her legs spread like that, she was grinding her yellow clad pussy against my thigh.

"Slow down Lisa," I whispered when I could take a breath. "I promise you this is going to end exactly the way you want."

Lisa lowered her leg and stood in front of me. "I'm sorry," she said. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment."

"I'm interested," I replied. "How long?"

"Since the first moment Ashley introduced us," Lisa shared.

"I had no idea," I admitted.

"That's because all you men are slow to pick up on what we women want. Sometimes you take so long to get the courage to make a move on us you actually miss getting what we both want."

"Ashley knew what you wanted?" I asked.

"She asked me to slow down and promised me I'd be next after she married you," explained Lisa.

"I need to talk with Ashley," I said. "But since we're here, we should make the most of it."

"I'm ready," stated Lisa.

"I'll need to verify that for me," I smiled. I pulled her close to me and kissed her again. Lisa moaned into my arms. I slid my hands over her hips and below the hem of her skirt and slid them up until I could take hold of the top of her panties. "Are they warm yet?" I asked.

"Almost too warm to be comfortable," hinted Lisa.

I pulled the sides of her panties down over her hips and down her thighs. I knelt as Lisa stepped out of her panties. They were incredibly warm. I pulled her close. Lisa lifted her skirt and my head moved under it. Lisa opened her legs. I inhaled deeply as my nose slid up her slit, bumped over the nub of her clitoris and my tongue pushed between her labia to taste what had overheated her panties.

Lisa gasped and her legs wobbled. I steadied her with my hands as I stood up and sat her on the edge of the bed. She lay back, her legs lifted high and she held them up with her hands behind her knees. I could see the lips of her pussy pulsing as I stripped off my pants. My erection sprang forward.

"Oh, my," said Lisa.

With one hand, I teased my erection between her labia and pushed inside her.

"Fuck," exclaimed Lisa.

I leaned over her, supporting myself on my arms on either side of her and stroked repeatedly as deeply as I could manage. I was lost in the physical experience only once realizing that I had waited almost as long as Lisa had for this to happen. There was no possibility that this was going to be a prolonged event. "Lisa?" I asked.

"Please," Lisa begged.

"You're not protected," I said.

"I don't care," she cried. "I want this. I want to feel you empty yourself inside me. I want to live with the possibilities. Fuck me."

I had a brief second thought but dismissed it. I pushed deeply inside her and unleashed a torrent of sperm laden semen inside her.

Lisa wrapped her legs around me and she shook intensely. Her teeth were clenched, her eyes closed and tears were streaming down her cheeks. I fell out of her, she rolled on her side and pulled her knees tightly against her chest.

I took off the rest of my clothing and curled up on the bed behind her. I held her in my arms as she calmed and began to breathe normally. Slowly, the tension in her body relaxed. She grabbed my hand and pressed it against her breast. "Thank you," she whispered.

Eventually, she rolled over to kiss me. She realized that I was naked. The kiss was quick. She got out of the bed. "Let me get the rest of these clothes off.

Naked, Lisa was a museum quality work of art, worthy of exhibition in the Metropolitan Museum of Art or the Louvre. I sat on the edge of the bed in front of her.

"What?" she asked.

"Give me a moment to fully appreciate the quality and beauty of the woman who just gave herself to me," I told her.

Lisa smiled and began to pirouette slowly in front of me. After the second rotation, she stopped in front of me. "Okay?" she asked.

"I'm breathless," I admitted. "Why did it take this long?" I asked.

"It's only been six months," said Lisa. "You expected it to happen sooner?"

"Honestly, I didn't want it to ever happen," I confessed. "My relationship with Ashley was more important to me than any other relationship I could imagine, including a sexual relationship with you."

"I know that," confessed Lisa. "And I wouldn't ever have done anything to disturb you and Ashley's relationship. Ashley loves you. I've never seen her so committed to any relationship."

"So why did what just happened, happen?" I asked.

"It was what Ashley wanted," Lisa said.

"I got that impression," I agreed. "What I don't understand, is why?"

"Ashley's an incredible person," described Lisa. "She knew there was an attraction between us and she wanted her two best friends in the world to have whatever they wanted, even if it was each other. Right now, she's got everything she's ever wanted and, we, you and I, are part of that. She believes that she with you and we with each other is perfection, the best of all possible worlds."

"Damn," I said.

Lisa pushed me back on the bed and straddled me. "So," she said. "What are we going to do about it?"

I grabbed her, rolled us over, kissed her and said, "We're going to make love."

Lisa responded by rolling us over again and settling herself between my legs, one hand on my cock and her mouth open and down on the top of it.

It was a slow, emotionally and satisfying two hours. Lisa took her time demonstrating her oral skills and entertaining me in the process. Eventually, my penile nerve endings capitulated and I erupted inside her again, this time in her mouth. While I recovered, I brought her to orgasm twice, once with my mouth on her clitoris and my fingers in her vagina. The second time, I had my mouth on her clitoris and fingers in both her vagina and her ass.

When Lisa was satisfied with my penis' condition, she straddled me and slid down on me. We both knew there was a miniscule chance that I would orgasm soon so she made the best of it. She rode me until she was becoming weary, turned us over and had me enter her from behind.

Lisa was incredibly attractive from any angle and from behind the view included her anal sphincter. My finger was familiar with the territory and I wondered if introducing another one of my body parts would be just as acceptable to her.

I lubricated my finger with the fluids escaping from between her labia and teased the tiny entrance to her rectum. When I thought she might be ready, I slid from inside her vagina.

"What?" Lisa reacted.

"Oh," she said as I began to rub the head of my well lubricated erection against her rectum.

Together, we worked to expand our experience together. We pushed against each other with a single purpose. "Relax," I suggested.

"Ou," she gasped.

I was considering the need for more lubrication when Lisa suddenly tensed and pushed back hard. The head of my erection popped into her ass.

"Ouch," she cried.

I held still. "Are you okay?" I asked.

Lisa took a deep breath. "Yeah," she said. "I didn't expect it to hurt."

"Should I stop?" I asked.

"No. It doesn't hurt now. Go slow as let's see how far you can get."

I got further than either of us expected. There was nothing inside her rectum to resist my entrance. Lisa wiggled her ass. "Fuck me," she requested.

I began a sequence of reciprocating strokes inside her. Lisa responded by matching my cadence with pushes of her body as I moved into her. I reached under our connection and slipped two fingers into her now idle vagina and rubbed them through the thin membrane against my moving erection.

"Damn, that's incredible," gasped Lisa.

Five minutes and an orgasm later, Lisa ordered, "Don't leave until you baptize my intestines."

Minutes later, I flooded her intestines with everything I had. "Damn, that feels good," Lisa screamed.

Later, we lay on the bed, quietly kissing and touching each other erotically. "When you came in my ass," revealed Lisa, I felt the heat of your semen all the way to my nipples. It was amazing. I've never felt that before."

"You've had the opportunity before?" I asked.

"Twice," confessed Lisa. "But never like that. After the second time I swore I'd never do it again. Now I have a different opinion."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, but only with you," Lisa told me.

We were still lounging in the bed when Ashley came home. "Honey, I'm home," she called from the living room.

"Shit," I exclaimed as I started to get out of the bed.

Lisa put an arm around me. "Don't. Stay here with me."

I managed to pull the sheet up over us before Ashley walked into the bedroom. "Hey, girlfriend," said Lisa.

"Hey," repeated Ashley. "Is everything okay here?"

"Better than okay," corrected Lisa. "Absolutely outstanding."

"Well, carry on," commented Ashley as she left the room.

I was going to have to adjust to Ashley's cavalier attitude concerning me having sex with another woman, namely Lisa. While I was contemplating the potential complications, Lisa climbed out of the bed. "I should be going," she said.

"Why now?" I asked. "You waited until Ashley got home."

"I'm sure you and Ashley have things to do that I don't have to be involved with," Lisa explained.

Lisa dressed in her yellow sun dress, picked up her yellow panties, looked at them for an instant and tossed them to me on the bed. "You should take these with you," I said as I picked them up.

"I'll have to come back to get them," she replied and left the bedroom.

I indistinctly heard the women talk to each other before the front door closed and Ashley came into the bedroom. "Still in bed?" she commented. "Waiting for me?"

"I am," I wisely answered.

Ashley got undressed, assessed the state of the bed in front of me and walked around the bed to get in behind me. I turned over to face her. "You look happy," she said.

"Happy to see you," I said.

"Not Lisa?" asked Ashley.

"I've already seen plenty of Lisa," I told her.

Ashley giggled. "I'll bet," she commented.

"I'm really glad you're here," I told her. "I heard that you wanted me to have sex with Lisa and your reasons why," I continued. "What I still can't understand is your calm acceptance of the whole thing."

"She's my best friend and she was suffering. She needed you. She wanted you and you wanted her," reminded Ashley.

"I didn't need her," I said.

"I saw the way you looked at each other," said Ashley.

"I may have looked at her and fantasized about her but I would have never proposed anything like you arranged," I said. "You're the only one I need."

"Then consider her my gift to you," stated Ashley. "Lisa and I are a team. We have been forever. If you have one of us, you automatically get the other."

"Has that worked the other way around?" I asked.

"Lisa's never been married," said Ashley.

"How about boyfriends?" I asked.

"You're asking if Lisa has ever shared one of her boyfriends with me? Not yet," answered Ashley.

"But it could happen?" I asked.

"Only if you approve," smiled Ashley as she kissed me.

"How about with one of my best friends?" I asked.

"That's interesting," said Ashley. "Do you have someone in mind?"

"It's a hypothetical question," I explained.

"Then we'll discuss it if it's a possibility," mused Ashley. "Meanwhile, I want you to love me and fill me with your love."

Ashley surprised me with her energetic and erotic sexual gymnastics. Two hours later, I was impressed, exhausted and I had a dozen questions that I wasn't going to ask her. We peed, cuddled up and went to sleep.

I woke in the morning with Ashley lying alongside me, holding my morning erection in one hand and sucking on the exposed tip. When she realized that I was awake, she rolled on top of me with her knees on either side of my head. The view was amazing and she wanted me to have a closer view. She spread her knees and lowered her nether lips until I had no choice but to suck on her clitoris. Her orgasm was almost immediate and the fluids that flowed into my mouth, onto my face and over my cheeks seemed to be a return of the investment I had made in her last night.

She stopped what she was doing too soon for my approval, rolled off me, turned around and kissed me with special attention to the thick fluids on my lips and in my mouth. When I got the opportunity, I asked, "You're done?"

"For now," Ashley said. "I need to shower and we need to have breakfast. I promise more later with at least one happy ending."

She got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. She was sitting on the commode when I arrived. She spread her legs further apart. "Enjoying the view?" she asked.

"Always," I admitted.

She tore a length of paper from the roll next to the toilet. "Do you want to do the honors?" she asked.

"Not this time," I said with a grin.

Ashley grinned back at me. "I'll hold you to that," she said as she wiped, flushed and stood up. She turned on the shower to warm up while I peed and we got into the shower together. Ashley was all business in the shower, as if she had an appointment.

Ashley was out of the shower, dried and heading for the bedroom before I was done rinsing the body wash off. When I got to the bedroom, Ashley was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts and heading for the kitchen. "What's the hurry?" I asked.

"Lisa's coming over for breakfast," she said.

"You've been talking to her?" I asked unaware of any time Ashley would have had time to call her.

"No," she said.

"They how do you know she's coming over for breakfast?" I asked.

"She's going to call and I'm going to invite her," said Ashley as her phone rang. "I need to get this," she called back to me as she rushed for the kitchen and her phone.

When I got to the kitchen, Ashley was putting cutlery, dishes and coffee mugs for three on the kitchen table. I caught her arm gently, turned her toward me and kissed her. "You're incredible," I said.

"So is Lisa," said Ashley.

"I agree," I said. "Let's just go out for breakfast," I suggested.

"That would be nice," agreed Ashley. "I could use a long, no work breakfast."

I hugged her, kissed her and fondled her naked breasts under her t-shirt while we waited for Lisa. "You're going to have to put on a bra," I suggested.

"Bummer," replied Ashley.

The doorbell rang. "That's Lisa," said Ashley and headed for the door.

It was Lisa. She hugged and kissed Ashley and headed for me. I got a longer hug and a more intense kiss. "What's for breakfast?" she asked.

"We're going out," I told her.

"Cool," Lisa said.

Ashley grabbed her purse and headed for the door. "Bra?" I whispered in her ear.

"Lisa's not wearing one and I don't want to make her self-conscious," Ashley whispered back.

I grabbed my wallet and car keys and we headed out. I drove and Lisa sat in the front with me. We ended up at the local Black Bear Diner. We ordered coffee, waffles, scrambled eggs and toast and asked for it to be served family style for us to share. Halfway through the meal Ashley asked Lisa, "What's the rest of your day look like?"

"After we talk, nothing," replied Lisa.

"So, talk," suggested Ashley.

Lisa looked around. "No here," she insisted.

I paid the check while the women went to the car. Lisa was in the front passenger seat, Ashley in the middle of the back seat with a view between the front seats. I got behind the wheel. Before I could start the car, Ashley told me to hold up. "Lisa needs to talk."

I looked at Lisa. She wore a nervous smile and seemed to be having difficulty starting the conversation. "Gary," she started. "You have no idea the impact spending yesterday evening with you had on me."

"It was incredible, wasn't it?" I. agreed.

"Beyond that," continued Lisa. "I realized my ultimate fantasy. You know the business I'm in. You could guess the number of opportunities I've been offered. I'm not as conscientious as Ashley and I'm not proud of some of the choices I've made. I've been in a spiritual wasteland looking constantly for something I couldn't define. Until last evening."

My attention level perked up.

"Last evening, I found my nirvana, my peace, my joy, my paradise."

I started to react. Lisa held up a hand. "It wasn't that the sex was as spectacular as it was. It was something infinitely deeper. Something that wrapped around my soul and lifted me out of my darkness. I found my purpose in life. I found my soul mate."

"Damn," I said.

"And that creates a problem," Lisa continued. "My true love is married to my best friend."

The silence in the car was absolute. Ashley broke the emotional moment. "Maybe it's time that I offered my perspective," she said. "Lisa and I have been friends for over six years. We were in the same business on the same web site and, somehow, we met. It's not an exaggeration to say it was love at first sight. We had an emotional and physical relationship beyond either of our imaginations, until I met you, Gary."

"Damn," I mumbled.

"Lisa and I had plans to live together and grow old together. As my friendship with you deepened, I spent less time with Lisa and our plans were postponed. I stopped making time for Lisa. Meeting Lisa in the restaurant rekindled my feelings for her. We rebuilt our relationship and Lisa began to reveal her interest in you to me. I had everything she didn't. It made my life incredible and her's heartbreaking."

"I think I get it," I said.

"Really? You do?" asked Ashley.

"Yeah. I think I understand everything we talked about and everything's that happened now," I confessed.

"Then maybe you'll understand what I'm about to tell you," Ashley promised. "I've asked Lisa to move in with us."

"What?" I choked. "How does that work?"

"It's pretty simple," declared Ashley. "Lisa's lease is up soon. She packs what she wants, we move what we can use, we donate or sell the rest and she moves in with us."

"I guess we can convert the spare room office into a bedroom," I speculated.

"I guess you didn't get it after all," said Ashley. "We don't need another bedroom, maybe just a bigger bed."

"And closet space," I quipped.

Ashley laughed. "And closet space," she agreed. "Take us home," she suggested.

"I'm not sure I can drive right now," I admitted.

"I'll drive. You get in the back with Lisa and let her calm you down," said Ashley.

Lisa was a calming influence. She held my hand and gently asked me if I was all right. "I'm fine," I told her. I just can't get my arms around it."

"I hope that's not the case," smiled Lisa.

I laughed. "You know," I said. "I think I love you."

"I know I love you," Lisa asserted.

"And I love both of you," Ashley chimed in from the front seat.

At home, breakfast was behind us and the whole day was in front of us. It was clear that Lisa didn't plan on going anywhere and neither Ashley nor I were suggesting she do so. We curled up on separate chairs and the sofa in the living room and discussed the potential living arrangements. Ashley was the first to bring up the emotional aspects of our association and the sexual possibilities.

"In the car, when I said I loved both of you, I meant It," she confessed. "I also believed both of you when you expressed love for each other. We're going to live together. It's not a surprise that having sex with each other will continue. I'm committed to Gary in ways our being married confirms and I think it won't be long before Lisa feels the same way toward Gary unless she already has."

"What are you suggesting?" I asked.

"I not just suggesting," said Ashley. "I'm describing the reality. We, the three of us, are a family. Not in the sense of a traditional, wife, husband and children family, but a modern family with two wives and a husband."

"I don't think that's legal," I suggested.

"It's not," agreed Ashley. "It may be someday, but not soon."

"So how does it work?" I asked.

Ashley looked at me. "Gary," she said. "When we got married, what was the most important part of the wedding, the vows or the paperwork?"

"The vows," I quickly answered.

"So, if we hadn't paid for a marriage license and filed the paperwork with the county after the wedding, would you still have considered us married?"

"Of course," I replied. "It's spiritual. It's just as meaningful without the legal stuff.

"Then, if you and Lisa were to exchange vows, without the paperwork, would you consider yourself married to her?"

Lisa was suddenly paying attention. "That's an appealing proposition," I mused. "I'd like that."

Ashley turned toward Lisa. "Lisa, will you marry me?" she asked.

Lisa's eyes widened, her mouth opened and her hand flew to cover her mouth. She took a deep breath. "Yes," she said.

Ashley turned toward me. It took me a half second to understand what I needed to do. I stood up, walked in front of Lisa on the sofa, knelt down, took her hand in mine and asked, "Lisa, will you marry me?"

Lisa began to cry. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Y... Yes," she managed to respond.

I sat on the sofa next to her and held her in my arms while she cried. "Thank you. Thank you," she choked out. "Both of you."

A few minutes later, she asked, "When are the weddings?"

"We can have them if you want," Ashley said. "I'm not sure there are a lot of people we can invite without getting some unwanted attention."

"My mom always wanted me to have an elaborate wedding," said Lisa.

"Is a wedding where you marry another woman and an already married man, the kind of wedding she wanted?" Ashley asked.

"She's old school," revealed Lisa. "I don't think she'd attend under those circumstances."

"Well, since we are going to skip the paperwork, we only need the vows and our parents probably won't feel comfortable attending, we can do it this afternoon," Ashley suggested.

"We could if we have witnesses," I commented.

"Witnesses?" said Lisa and Ashley simultaneously.

"I think we can do without clergy and the bureaucracy but I think we should have at least two witnesses to verify our vows. It adds another level of authenticity to the ceremony. Someone other than us knows about our commitments to each other like we had witnesses when Ashley and I were married," I explained.

We settled on one witness who with me when Ashley and Lisa married and with Ashley when Lisa and I were married added up to two witnesses for each ceremony. We had it all together by Friday evening. James, a friend from my work agreed to witness for us in exchange for a free meal at an expensive restaurant after the ceremonies.

Friday evening, we had two spiritual weddings. We exchanged vows, went to dinner with James, sent him home and went to bed together.

Watching Ashley and Lisa consummate their marriage was one of the most erotic things I've ever witnessed. In the living room, I put on some smooth Jazz, turned down the lights and sat on the sofa. Lisa and Ashley moved together into the center of the room in time with the music and slowly removed each other's clothing in an extremely loving, respectful and erotic manner. They had scores of hours naked together but that night was like the first time. They kissed and embraced, their naked bodies sliding around each other. They focused on ensuring their breasts commingled until their nipples perked up, hard and sensitive.

They rubbed their hips against each other and rode each other on one leg with the other leg on each other's hip, their pussies grinding against their hips until they almost lost their balance. Then they walked over to me, each kissing me on my cheek. Ashley whispered in my ear, "Get out of those clothes," and they walked away hand in hand in the direction of the bedroom. I left my clothes on the floor of the living room and followed behind them admiring the shift of their hips and the bounce of their buttocks.

In the bedroom, I sat in a nearby chair while they turned down the bed covers together and fell on the bed with their arms around each other. The way they kissed was gentle, erotic and hungry. Ashley lay back on the bed while Lisa kissed her neck, chest and each of her breasts. The intensity of the emotion was evident on Ashley's face and the tension of her body as she stiffened and put her wrist between her teeth to keep from screaming.

When Lisa reached Ashley's pelvic area, she dragged her tongue through her pubic hair and settled on her clitoris. Ashley lurched. Lisa hung on and sucked Ashley's clitoris between her lips. Ashley screamed silently and bit her wrist. Lisa slid two fingers into Ashley's vagina. Ashley's scream rattled the light fixtures and she rolled on her side. Lisa was lucky to escape. She crawled up behind Ashley, put her arms around her and held her tight as she shook and cried with her legs clamped tight against each other.

They lay together like that for several minutes before Ashley suddenly rolled over and pinned Lisa's body beneath her own. Lisa's arms wrapped around Ashley's neck and they kissed. Ashley pushed Lisa down with her hands on her shoulders. Ashley slid down until she could nuzzle, kiss and suck on Lisa's tits and nipples. Lisa's eyes rolled back in her head and she wrapped her legs around Ashley's waist.

Ashley managed to make her way down Lisa's body. She tortured Lisa's navel with her tongue until Lisa's eyes tightly closed and her jaw stiffened in an attempt to control her responses. Satisfied, Ashley moved further down Lisa's body, dragging her tongue over Lisa's abdomen, through her sparse pubic hair and settled on her clitoris. On her knees between Lisa's legs, Ashley flicked her tongue over Lisa's clitoris several times. Lisa's body heaved with each flick.

Ashley held Lisa's clitoris in her mouth and slipped a finger into her vagina. It took both of Ashley's arms and the weight of her torso to hold Lisa in place on the bed.

With her ass high in the air, Ashley called, "Gary, come here."

I moved onto the bed behind Ashley. "Fuck me," she ordered.

I held her hips still and entered her. I closed my eyes, pushed inside her until I couldn't go any further and began a rocking motion in and out of her. Ashley pushed back in concert with me for several minutes before she looked over her shoulder and suggested, "Change places with me."

I slipped out of her, she moved aside and my tongue replaced hers against Lisa's clitoris. The flavor was better than any wedding cuisine I'd ever experienced. Lisa moaned and cried out in euphoric rapture. Ashley leaned in and whispered in my ear again, "Fuck her."

I started to kiss up Lisa's body. Lisa grabbed my hair and tried to move me up faster. I kissed her nipples, her chest, her neck and, finally, her lips. My erection, with slight assistance from Ashley, found the space between Lisa's labia and I slipped emotionally into her.

Lisa cried and pushed her hips against me. We moved together, the intensity of the emotion moment overwhelmed both of us. Being inside Ashley was like coming home. Being inside Lisa was like an out of body experience.

I watched me loving Lisa from a remote location near the ceiling. I was really outside myself, an impossible vantage point that felt perfectly reasonable. A position I'd never experienced before and probably never would again.

The pressure built inside me until it was almost unbearable and I was going to explode inside Lisa. Lisa was thrashing around on the bed, hanging on to me to keep us connected. When her orgasm struck, she screamed, went tense underneath me and squeezed me even tighter.

Suddenly, I collapsed back into my body and ejaculated inside her. Pulse after pulse of life affirming semen and sperm spilled against the back of her vagina, flooding the entrance to her womb.

We clung together for several minutes before we gingerly separated. Ashley was sitting beside us, tears running down her cheeks and dripping on her breasts. "I've never seen anything more beautiful," she managed to choke out.

We slept together in the bed without regard to the residue of our love making on the sheets.

Things settled down the next week. We took a five-day honeymoon to a Mexican resort and bought a modest house with three bedrooms.

We celebrated our first wedding anniversary with a dinner at the same restaurant we had eaten at a year earlier. Lisa insisted we include James in our celebration.

Lisa had an undergraduate degree in accounting and opened a small business with an office in one of the bedrooms. Ashley completed her education in tax preparation and joined Lisa in her business. Within a year they were clearing more than I was with my degree in Information Technology.

That ended four months later when I was promoted to manager and given the lead of a group of eight software engineers working on a contract for a three-letter government agency.

James has been an occasional guest for dinner but nothing further has been discussed. I think Lisa is interested in him but she's unwilling to disturb the relationships we have now. Ashley and I have discussed how we would handle it if Lisa were to make a proposal including James. We think it might include another round of marriages although I'm not ready to marry James and Ashley isn't excited about a deeper relationship with James.

If, somehow, James and Lisa eventually work out their relationship, neither Ashley nor I is opposed to them setting up housekeeping in the spare bedroom. The result might resemble a pair of more traditional relationships.

One question remains, are spiritual divorces necessary for spiritual marriages?