A Threesome 13 Years in the Making

Lauren and I were college sweethearts. We met during orientation week, at a dinner event for freshmen students who had come from over one thousand miles to attend our college. We hit it off right away, as we both had chosen to get as far from the Midwest in distance and culture as we could. She grew up in a blue-collar suburb of Chicago and I was from a small town about an hour out of Des Moines. We had similar stories of conservative households and borderline oppressive religious indoctrination from an early age. We vowed if we ever got married, we'd never force anything on our kids. Even at our first meeting, we talked about getting married one day.

What we didn't take into account was the how much time our jobs would consume and that kids would not be a priority. I got a job out of undergraduate as a product designer with a small company. My degree was in chemical engineering, and while I was not in my exact field, I was doing a technical job that had room for creativity. In our second year, the two partners got into an irreconcilable disagreement over selling the company, so we fractured. I stayed on board with the losing partner, knowing it was high risk. It ends up that we were in the perfect place at the perfect time, and the company took off. I moved with the company to a city just north of San Diego, got married, and we landed in a house on the beach before our thirtieth birthdays.

My wife worked in education support, designing software and books for any subject and any grade. She had climbed quickly in her company, but that meant long hours. It was seasonal in nature, and we were heading into June when she would be her busiest. Summer was spent frantically preparing and producing for the start of the school year in fall. Early summer was generally was my slow time, so I did a good deal of work from home during the summer months. We knew this would come in handy once we had kids, but that was still a few years away. But in the present, our mismatched schedules served as a crimp in our social life.

I happened to be working from home when my phone lit up with an area code I rarely saw since college. I picked up and it was a lady telling me about our ten-year college reunion the following summer and that they were starting to generate a class list. I hadn't realized that nearly ten years had flown by, although it was actually just nine since graduation. She gave me the details, and then she asked me if remembered her from school. I completely forgot what she said her name was, and I was afraid to admit I had not paid attention. She clearly knew my wife and I, but none of her hints registered. Apparently we first met at the same event where I met my wife our freshman year, which should have helped me narrow it down, but no luck. After a few more hints, including her chest size, she gave up. She said she'd be reaching out to my wife at home, and asked me to share nothing with her. Then she said goodbye and hung up.

I didn't tell my wife about the phone call or reunion, because of the promise I made to a former classmate I couldn't remember. Besides, my wife was too busy for such antics as a reunion that was a year away. Our house phone rarely rang, and I would be there if it did. This worked for a couple days but in the early evening three days after my call, I heard my wife's cell phone ring. I assumed it was a work call, but after about five minutes of her being on the phone, I got curious. She rarely was on the phone for more than a few minutes, especially for work calls. She was laughing and saying things 'I remember that!' and "Oh my Gawd, I can't believe we actually did that!' She finally said goodbye about a half hour later, so I peaked my head into the living room.

Before I could formulate my questions, my wife "You don't remember Eunah?"

This allowed me to put two and two together as to who had called me a few days earlier, but I had a limited recollection of this woman. "I couldn't place her voice and I was a little distracted while we talked."

"She said that she gave you some good hints. You honestly don't remember her from classes or when we all lived on campus? We invited her to our wedding for God's sake, although she couldn't make it."

"I'm sorry, but the name doesn't ring a bell."

"Well she remembers you. When you and I first started dating, she was the friend that was happiest for me. She was the one I opened up to about what you and I shared."

Lauren and I didn't formally start dating until our junior year, so Eunah must have been friends before then. "I'm so sorry, because I vaguely remember someone who I think might be her." The truth is that I think knew who she was, but I couldn't share that her hint about having nice tits was actually a pretty good one. It allowed me to narrow it down to a girl I saw around, but never actually knew.

"We met her the same night you and I met, at the reception for people who ran as far away from home as they could."

"She told me that as well. Sorry, but I can't place her exactly."

"She and I lived on the same floor sophomore year, and we hung out with her nearly every weekend. I guess that was before you and I spent much time together. Still, it was a small school and I'm surprised you don't remember her."

"I'm sorry, but I don't think she stood out. I'm sure if I saw her, I'd probably recognize her. But I'm just not remembering her at the moment. This is why we should have bought a yearbook."

"She was shy, so I could see her not standing out. But she had a killer chest that every guy noticed and every girl envied. I'm surprised that hint didn't ring a bell with you."

I started laughing which caught my wife by surprise. I finally explained, "I can't believe she told you that she gave me a hint that I would remember her chest. Kind of an odd thing to tell a stranger."

"Well maybe she doesn't think of you a stranger. I'm surprised her hint didn't give it away, because no one had boobs like her. Great size and literally perfectly shaped. Even her areolas and nipples were perfect."

"Well be that as it may, I don't remember her." I ignored the trap to respond to all the details. I don't doubt that my wife is sincere in her description, but I'll be in trouble if I say that her perfect tits triggered me memory.

"Well you'll get another chance, because I invited her and her husband to come visit us. Maybe you'll recognize her tits then." She wasn't letting it go, but I refused to take the bait.

"Good idea with all your free time."

"No, I mean to have dinner with us when they are out here on vacation."

"Just give me a heads up and some topic hints, so we don't struggle for conversation."

We didn't say anything about it after that, at least until about a week later when my wife told me that Eunah and her husband would be coming to visit on Wednesday in two weeks. Their trip was fast tracked it seems, and my wife was genuinely excited to see her friend, so I was happy too. The two weeks passed quickly as we went through our summer routine. The day before Eunah and her husband were due to arrive, my wife told me that she'd be taking the afternoon off to pick them up from the airport and that they would be spending a few nights with us. I was okay that she would pick them up, but their staying with us was not my cup of tea. I did my best to hide my disappointment that she hadn't consulted me before inviting them, but we had the space and I think my wife sort of liked the idea of showing that we had done well in life.

The next day, the Wednesday they were flying in, my phone rang a little before noon. I looked at the screen and it was my wife calling. It was obvious what the call was going to be. My wife was tied up at work and asking if I could get Eunah and her husband from the airport. I begrudgingly agreed. She had emailed me a picture of her and Eunah from sophomore year to help me identify her at the airport, but I'm not sure it would help. Nevertheless, I printed it out and made the drive to Lindbergh Field. I was at the baggage claim area where arriving travelers could first be met, but it was rather desolate. I looked at the display screen, and it showed that their flight had just landed and disembarking passengers could be met shortly.

I kept an eye out for people coming down the corridor into the baggage claim area. The first few people are always the business class people in their suits with their briefcases, but her and her husband wouldn't be in that group. As the arriving crowd got denser, I scanned more intensely. I was looking for a couple where the woman fit what I had extrapolated from the picture. Unexpectedly, I heard someone say my name. I turned to find a five-foot five tan woman, with toned arms and an endearing smile. She was wearing a turquoise sundress with shoelace thin shoulder straps that showed her arms and shoulders, designer sunglasses, a stylish baseball cap, and flip-flops. She had a shapely figure and the dress was short enough to show that she had tone thighs and calves. I didn't recognize her, but she knew my name, so I'd have to figure out how I knew her. My first thought was that I had either done business with her or her husband.

She asked, "Did you just land?"

"No, I'm here to pick someone up."

"From where?"

"From Chicago... a United flight."

"That's a good coincidence, I was on that flight. Maybe I can help you find him. What does he look like?"

"I'm actually looking for a couple. She's a few inches shorter than you, about ten to fifteen pounds heavier, and she's Asian. That's all based on this ten-year-old picture." I showed her the picture.

"There are two women there, a beautiful white woman with brown hair and a nondescript Asian woman."

"My wife is the lady with the brown hair. I'm looking for the other woman. She's Korean, but I have no idea what her husband is."

She said, "Well all Koreans look the same, so good luck." I gave her a disconcerting stare, and she attempted to correct her social faux pas. She said, "I didn't mean that in a derogatory way. I'm Korean, so I can say that." With that, she removed her glasses, and I didn't mean to be surprised, but I was. Until I saw her eyes, I had assumed she was a white lady or maybe Latina. Although I had never found myself attracted to Asian women, she was quite stunning. Her smile was radiant and as much as I tried not to ogle, I kept checking out her legs and arms when I thought she was looking towards the corridor. Her smile made her very pretty in a natural way, and she was not wearing much makeup.

She then asked, "You don't remember me, do you?"

Rather than B. S. my way through her question, I decided candor would be best. "I'm so sorry, I do not. Did we do business? Are you or your husband with a company that does business with our firm?"

"No, I'm actually a friend of Lauren."

I felt a little better that it wasn't a business contact I had forgotten, but it didn't help me place her. "Were you flying for business?"

"No, I'm here for pleasure. I'm hoping for a lot of pleasure. I'm here for a getaway."

The conveyor belt started up, and luggage began to come down the chute and circulate. Her bag was the second one off, and I helped her get it. I read the name on the tag and it said 'Tomi Lee,' which didn't sound familiar at all. She saw me cheat and smirked a little.

"That's my American name and a made up last name I tell people is my married name should they ask. I doubt you'll recognize my travel name."

"Busted again, I can't win."

"My Korean name, which I went by in college, is Eunah."

I just stared at her speechless for about five seconds, and then apologized profusely. I said, "I'm so sorry. But in all fairness, I was looking for a couple and not an individual. I was expecting you to match the picture. I also didn't expect you to be coming off the plane so fast."

"Are you sure it's not a case of all Koreans looking the same to you?" She laughed, and then said, "I'm just busting your balls. I look very different than the frumpy girl in that picture from ten years ago. I feel very different than the frumpy girl in that picture from ten years ago."

"You definitely look different." I realized I said it with too much enthusiasm and that I was staring at her. We were standing around for no reason, so I started to walk to the car without saying anything else. She fell in step. We got stopped at a crosswalk signal, and she stood very close, so we had to interact.

She said, "You should say what you're thinking and get it out in the open. We're too old to not be candid. There's no need to be uncomfortable about it either, because it is what it is. The truth is that I used to be a forgettable, pudgy kid, who's entire sex appeal was her nice tits." I looked around, grateful that no one else was waiting at the signal with us to overhear. "There was no way you were going to recognize me today. Now I'mmmmmmmmmm..." She left her sentence unfinished while using her facial expression to coax me into filling in the adjectives. She kept staring, waiting for me to reply.

I was nervous, sensing it was one of those no-win situations. I finally let out, "Pretty?"

She laughed and said, "You can do better than that. Try again."

I didn't like her game, but got the feeling she was not the type to let it go. So I said, "Effervescent!"

She rolled her eyes and said, "You're not good at this candid thing. Seriously, just say what you're honestly thinking. Life is so much easier that way. Take a good look at me now and then look at the picture, and share the first words that come to mind when you compare. The words you would use at a bar with your friends."

At her invitation, I looked her up and down as she turned slightly and then I looked at the picture of her in an oversized sweat top and baggie shorts. I said, "You look better these days. I'm not sure what word you're fishing for, but I have a feeling it's beyond my vocabulary." The signal finally changed and we began to walk.

We got to the elevator, where we'd have to wait again. "I don't think you need an Ivy League vocabulary to describe what you are thinking. Let me give you an idea and then you can build on it." She looked left and right, I assume to make sure no one else would hear. She then took a step to be right next to me and put her hand on my forearm. I shuddered a little. She went up on her toes and put her mouth close to my ear, so I could feel her breath as she spoke. She whispered in a slow, seductive voice, "A hottie you'd love to fuck." Then she lowered herself down and stepped back to see my expression.

I was shocked to say the least. That was definitely not in her wheelhouse when we were in college. She could be blunt in college, but this was over the top. I finally replied, "Probably not how I would word it."

She smiled and said, "But that doesn't mean it's not what you were thinking when you kept checking me out in baggage claim."

I was completely busted when something hit me. "Wait, where's your husband?"

"I don't have one. Was engaged once, but it didn't take. The truth is that there was a guy I crushed on in college, and I've yet to meet anyone who lived up to what I envisioned. Plus, I have a complicated life and they would have to be willing to accommodate some quirkiness." The elevator came and we got in to ride up one floor. We exited and walked a short distance to my car.

When we got to the car, I put her bag in the trunk. I then opened the passenger door and she climbed in. I walked to the driver's side, opened the door and got in. She had adjusted her dress while I walked around the car, because when I got in and looked over, her hem was hiked up and her dress was open, exposing her gorgeous legs. And we're talking all of her legs, right up to the point her panties were partially showing. She smiled and said, "There's that look is again. Face it, I'm the hottie you'd love to fuck. It's okay to admit it."

I wasn't sure where my anger was coming from, but she was upsetting me. I finally said, "Okay... You are attractive, no doubt. And yes, I am trying my best not to stare, but clearly doing a terrible job. You look amazing and the years have been very kind. But you're a good friend of my wife, and you're going to be sleeping at our house, so I cannot think that way. I cannot talk that way. Whether you're a hottie or not doesn't matter."

She was silent for a moment, carrying a pensive look. Finally she said, "I respect that. You were always a good guy. I'll tone it down. Please don't judge me for this, but no one ever gave me a second glance in high school. The only times I got male attention in college was as the other girl when I was hanging out with Lauren. They'd settle for scraps because I have nice boobs. So a few years ago I got a personal trainer and started eating better. It felt wonderful to be attractive, but I realized what I really wanted was for the guys who ignored me in college to lust for me now. I want them to hit on me, only to find out they can't have me. I'm embarrassed to admit this, and it doesn't shine a good light on me, but it's true."

She continued after a pause. "I appreciate your candor. I think honesty is the only way to respond. Besides, your wife knows everything about me and accepts me for the flirt I've become. She accepts all of me, including the flaws and odd-shaped birthmarks. So before I tone it down, I have to ask one thing."

"What's that?"

"I want you to tell me what exactly makes me attractive and what you can't help but stare at. It's not a seductive thing; I honestly want to know. You can have a little time to stare without any social penalty. Take it all in, tell me your honest thoughts, and then we never bring it up again... deal?"

"Deal."

We were still on surface streets, and traffic was light, so it was safe to look over before we got on the freeway. I looked over and studied her legs. I then looked back to the road ahead of me.

She asked, "So what is it? Tell me in detail, please."

I took a breath and said, "You skin tone is beautiful. You have this even, light brown color from the top of your thighs to your toes."

"Anything else?"

"Your legs are really shapely. I like your calves and how smooth your skin is."

"And my thighs?"

"They are the right size. They look tone, but not overly muscular."

"So you like them?"

"Who wouldn't?"

With that, she adjusted her dress to something more acceptable. She said, "We can talk about something else. However, if you get the itch to check out my legs again, let me know. I'd be more than happy to adjust my dress to an even more revealing state. In fact, if you want to see more, like my chest and stomach, I can take my dress off."

"That won't be necessary. I think I've seen enough for one day."

"That's what you say. But I think we both know that deep inside, you'd love to see more. If I've learned anything since college, and even during college, it's that you're best served to tell it like it is. The truth is that I want you to check me out as much as you want to check me out. I'm hoping that you decide you want to see more and that you ask me to take my dress off."

"Like I said, I've seen enough for one day. Let's talk about something else."

As we drove the remaining twenty minutes, we talked about what life had brought the past ten years. She said she didn't have much of a dating life to speak of and that she was working in an accounting firm, slowly climbing the ladder. We talked about having kids later in life, so as to get established first. She confessed that she could only see herself having half-white kids, and that the smaller dating pool had been a big part of her dating problem.

As I started so slow down and turn onto my street, she blurted out, "I have to say this one last thing. I had the biggest crush on you my first two years of college." With that I opened the garage and pulled in. We went in the house and I showed her to her room. I went to the living room while she settled in. She came out about fifteen minutes later. She had changed, into non-fitted shorts and an oversized sweatshirt, similar to her outfit in the picture. She looked out at the beach and smiled. "This is living."

My wife got home shortly after that, and the two of them went for a walk on the beach that lasted over an hour. I got a text that read, 'grabbed a bite. walking back now. you'll need to fend for yourself.' When they got back, they went to her room and sat on her bed talking about their lives. I peaked my head in, but checked out after about five minutes. I heard the door close behind me, as I walked to our bedroom. I was asleep when my wife finally crawled into bed a couple hours later. I woke up and gave her a kiss goodnight. When I went to cuddle, she smelled clean. I asked when she had showered, because I didn't hear the water. Apparently she had showered in Eunah's bathroom, so as not to disturb me. Se was thoughtful about things like that. Before falling asleep, she mentioned, "Eunah hasn't changed a bit. I hope we can help her out of her funk." I had no idea what funk she was referring to, but she seemed fine... and horny... or maybe teasey is a better description.

I asked, "She's in a funk?"

"Maybe not exactly a funk, but she feels like something is missing. She misses her college lifestyle, which is why she wanted to come out and visit with college friends. We spent some of our time, in fact most of our time, revisiting those years. It was fun to do some of our silly things again."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, just silly girly things. I miss girl talk sometimes, so it was nice."

I let it go, because I was tired and she had to be up early. "You can tell me all about it tomorrow. For now, I think we should get some sleep."

My wife was up early and out the door on her way to work by 7:00. I heard Eunah, or perhaps her alter ego Tomi, say goodbye to my wife. There was a pause I assume was long enough for an extended hug, and then she left. I got up about a half hour later and showered, before coming out of the bedroom. Eunah was nowhere to be found, so I assumed she was either in her room or she went for a run or a walk on the beach. I looked out back, where we had a tiny strip of lawn and a swimming pool. We had four deck chairs, and I saw a pair of tan lower legs and feet on one of them. I assumed the rest of her was connected but out of view. I went outside a little while later to see if she wanted to eat, and was surprised by how skimpy her bikini was. It barely covered her butt and the string across her back was literally a shoelace. I thought about the fact that it was more than what she showed me yesterday, but in the context of a swimsuit next to a pool was totally fine.

She was lying face down, perhaps asleep, so I decided to turn around and not disturb her. She said, "Wait!" so I stopped and turned around. She rolled over from her stomach down position to on her back... topless... with the gorgeous tits she had been bragging about on full display. My gawd, they were everything Lauren had described. Apparently her bikini top tied in front, or as it were, untied in front. I hadn't noticed her chest in her sundress, at least not that much, but wow were they nicely shaped. She had no tan lines, so topless apparently was her norm.

She said, "You're staring again, but it's okay. You know that I want you to, right?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "I thought you were going to tone it down."

"Hey, yesterday you said, and I quote, 'I think I've seen enough for one day.' Well it's a new day and I want to show your more. Even if my top were on, it's more than yesterday. But for some reason, sitting next to a pool wearing this is okay, even though showing you less in your car yesterday was wrong. Society rules are inconsistent." I could not believe she quoted my idea to me.

"You have a point about society, and believe it or not but the topless part I think is what takes into inappropriate territory. You know showing me your breasts is wrong don't you?"

"Of course I know that society says I'm not supposed to go topless in front of my dear friend's husband, even though he likes ogling at my tits almost as much as I love him staring at and lusting for my tits. But I happen to know that the healthiest thing you could do is lust for me, and then follow through on that lust."

"I'm not sure how that could be healthy. I'm not following your logic."

"You will in time." With that she got up, picked up her bikini top, and walked into the house. I followed her in, although she never looked back to see. But she left the door open behind her and once I got in she said, "I'm going to take a shower. You're more than welcome to join me. You don't have to be in the shower, you can sit on the counter and we can talk. Just so you know, I'll be like this." She then turned to face me as she untied the two knots on her waist and let her shoestring of a bikini bottom fall to the floor. She had a tiny patch of short black pubic hair and was very clean down there. She said, "I shower with the door open, so feel free to walk in anytime." She took a few steps towards me and went up on her toes as she liked to do. "Oh, and they are slightly bigger than C, but not quite D-cup. I'm honestly bummed you don't remember these from our freshman year." Then she turned, picked up her panties and disappeared into the bathroom. As promised,, she left the door open.

I went to my home office and started sifting through emails and getting caught up at work. Thankfully there was just enough work to keep my mind off what I really wanted to do. It must have been about an hour or so when I heard her rummaging in the kitchen, so I yelled out to ask if she was hungry.

"A little."

I got up and walked to the kitchen, where she stood wrapped in a white towel, from just below her shoulders to her knees. She opened the fridge to look inside, before closing the door and turning to talk to me. She had somehow gotten her towel stuck in the door handle, and it became loosened as she turned to face me. It started to slip down and I watched it inch its way down her body. She watched me watching it slip down. It was at that moment that I decided I would look as much as I wanted, but show no expression whatsoever. The towel was falling faster now, but she did nothing to stop it. It was open in front, exposing her chest and stomach. I stared directly at her tits as she shared that she'd like to go out to lunch. Then she let out a, "You've never been titty-fucked before. I think you would really enjoy it. As you can see, mine are big enough to do it." She took three steps towards me, went up on her tippy toes, and then them pushed them together. She then inserted her hand between them and said, you'll fit right in here." Her towel dropped to the floor and my gaze lowered. She had a tight tummy and shapely hips, about average in size for her body. She picked up her towel and carried it past me as she walked to her room.

No more than thirty seconds later, she came out dressed in a red sundress, holding her flip-flops in her left hand. She mentioned that she saw a place to grab a sandwich in town and that we could walk down the beach to get there. We made our way downstairs, but she stopped at the bottom stair. She said, "One moment," and then put her foot up on the third stair step, so she could put her shoe on. She hiked up her sundress as high as it had been in the car, enough to show me that she had no panties on. She then put that foot down and lifted her other foot to the third step. This time she hiked her dress up even higher, exposing even more of herself than before. She rotated and aligned her thighs so that I could see it all down there, even some pink.

She stayed in that position and said, "People have told me I have a really pretty pussy. I've obviously only ever seen it in the mirror, so I don't get the full view. You know who has a gorgeous pussy?" I shrugged my shoulders to say I didn't know. "Lauren! She has got such a nicely shaped mound and her light brown hair is so pretty. I love how pink she is." She looked at me for a second, and then continued, "You look shocked, and I don't think it's because you didn't already know how gorgeous and sexy her pussy is. I'll just answer your question, so you don't get uncomfortable asking it. Yes, I have seen her pussy a few times. I may have gotten a few glimpses of it during college. And like with anything pretty or attractive, you tend to look longer than you would if it wasn't pretty. I may have looked longer than I should have. I may even asked her if I could look at it. Do you think hers is pretty?"

I was tongue-tied yet again. I finally said, "Yes, it's really gorgeous and I love seeing her naked." I didn't have many to compare to, although Eunah was seeing to it that I had one more.

She then turned towards the font door with her back towards me. She opened back of her dress made it clear she had no bra either. She was pushing my will power. I blurted out, "We need to get going." She was well behaved, and nothing happened on our walk there or back, but she knew I was thinking about her eager body underneath that then dress. As soon as we went through the side gate and into the back yard, she untied the thin straps on her shoulders and her dress fell to the ground, making her once again on full display.

She sat down on one of the beach chairs, and proceeded to spread her thighs and angle her pelvis up to make sure I saw her down there. And as per my new approach, I looked, and she was showing me everything. I then said, "Well I should do a little work today. Is there anything you need before I bury myself in my office?"

"Would you mind putting lotion on my hard to reach places?"

"It depends where they are."

"Don't worry, they are innocent places." I'm not going to trick you or attack you. I want you to give into your lust and desires and ravage me by your own initiation. Once you finally let go and let me do things to you that you never even dreamed of, then you will understand. You need to let go and just let it happen."

I walked over to her and picked up the lotion. "Where do you need it?"

She rolled over onto her stomach and said, "My upper back mostly, but you're welcome to rub it anywhere you would like." With this, I lotioned her back for about a minute, before closing the cap and started to going inside.

As I started to leave, she said, "Wait please." I stopped and turned back towards her. She got up and walked three steps over to me. She was literally only inches from me. "I just want to tell you something and not have you think it's an off-the-cuff comment. I 'd feel more comfortable whispering it than saying it out loud, so please don't be freaked out that I'm naked and really close to you. She again went up on her toes and put her lips to my ear. She said in a soft voice, "I want you to know... I want you to know that I'd really like to see you naked too. I want to see your bare chest. I want to see your entire body." She paused, but not for effect. I believe she was truly nervous confessing this. "I'm so embarrassed to say this, but I want to see your cock up close. I want to check it out from the tip down. Lauren has told me on many occasions that you have a dreamy cock and sexy balls. I don't know how much she has told you, but I've seen my fair share of cocks. She's seen some too, and she says yours is the sexiest. So please know that my being naked is in hopes you'll be naked too, even if we don't do anything physical. That's why I invited you you into the shower with me. I'm so embarrassed and feel like I'm back in college. I wanted your cock so much back then. That desire hasn't subsided, and I'm sorry." She gave me a small peck on the cheek and then scurried back to her chair.

I went inside, and made my way to my office, but my head was not in the right place for work. As I sat there unable to focus on my work, I unzipped my shorts, reached inside my underwear, and pulled out my cock. I started masturbating while thinking about Eunah's amazing body. I came really hard, and caught the mess just in time with a paper towel. I cleaned up as best I could when I heard the garage door open. My wife had come home earlier them expected, and I was scared she'd see Eunah naked and my shorts in a disarray. When I got up to race from my workroom to the back, Lauren was already inside the house. We were going to be busted, and I hadn't even done anything. Okay, I stared a lot, but I was not unfaithful. Much to my pleasant surprise, Eunah appeared in her frumpy outfit again, although I'm pretty sure she had nothing underneath.

My wife went to the bedroom to change from her work outfit. I couldn't help myself, but I went up to Eunah and whispered in her ear, "Are you naked underneath?"

She smiled a huge grin and then whispered in my ear, "Find out." I knew she wouldn't just answer the question.

The three of us had an early dinner and then the two of them once again took a walk on the beach and then returned to talk for hours on Eunah's bed. I went to my workroom to catch up on what I had not done during the day. I eventually tapped out around ten o'clock. My wife joined me in bed a little after midnight, once again smelling clean. I didn't even bother asking where she showered, because it hadn't been in ours, so it had to be in Eunah's room. She was up early again, and told me she would be home in the evening, and that Eunah and I should go out to a nice dinner and not wait for her. She suggested this romantic venue known for its fresh lobster and catering to couples. Seating for two was always side-by-side. I laughed inside at how easy it would be to have an affair, with my wife gone all day and her encouraging me to take her sexy friend to a romantic dinner. Thanks to my stoic morning expression, she was no wiser about my thoughts.

I got up and headed for the shower. I looked forward to jacking off thinking about Eunah. No sooner was I in the water and Eunah came in and sat cross-legged on the counter top, talking fast about the day's plans. She had nothing on, but her body positioning covered her up. She took no shame in staring at me naked in the shower though. She made a few comments about my body, and I couldn't help but feel a little inflated by her words. I liked that she stared at me naked, which I'm sure was partly power of suggestion from yesterday. Once I turn the water off, she stood up, grabbed a towel, and from in front of me draped it over my back. She's at most two feet in front of me. I dry my back off while facing her and she makes the comment, "You do have a really nice cock. I know it's soft now, but I can tell it's nice when fully grown. I literally started to get hard as she stood there. She smiled and said, you seriously need to titty-fuck me before I leave. You will go insane with pleasure. I'm not saying that as part of my ongoing tease. I truly mean that I have a way to give you insane pleasure and I would get so off watching you lose it. The thought of your rock hard cock sliding between these," as she pushed them together, "would be explosive. I can see you are thinking about it." She reached her hand out towards me, but stopped short. I tense my stomach and pelvic muscles to lift my cock, but it barely moves an inch,

She saw it and said, "Please, let me titty-fuck you. I'll make you so hard."

I am intrigued and ask, "Have you titty-fucked a lot of guys?"

"I've had my fair share."

"Really? Like how many?"

"I don't count, but I'm sure I'd need to use my fingers and toes to count them all."

"And this all happened since you discovered the new, more confident you? Since you became Tomi?"

"Oh no, it started long before that. Once I discovered how much guys would check out my tits, I figured I should figure out how to use them. So I did."

"When was this?"

"Freshman year of college was my first, but it happened a lot sophomore year. I honestly thought you knew that. I thought for sure Lauren would have shared that about me. She knew about all of them. I was discrete enough, hooking up for titty-fucks at parties we went to at State. I kept a clean reputation at our school. Lauren was the only one who knew about it. She seriously never told you?"

"Lauren is good at keeping people's secrets. She does not engage in gossip."

Eunah looked in deep thought. Eventually she said, "That is definitely her. No one can keep your secrets as well as she can. She actually went to those parties with me, so she has a lot she could share. I appreciate what a great friend she has been over the years."

I asked her, "How do you know that I've never titty-fucked Lauren before?"

With no tone whatsoever, she answered, "You haven't. I know."

She was right, but I was still stunned at how assured she was. I then asked her, "So you'd let me titty-fuck you right now?"

"Absolutely. I'd need to get some lube first, but yes."

"You carry it with you?"

"I did on this trip."

"Really?"

With that she left for a moment, I assume to go to her room, and she returned shortly afterwards with a tube of lube. She showed me the tube and I asked, "How much do you need to apply?"

She squeezed some into her right palm, and then a little more onto the inside of her boobs. She rubbed it in sensually for about a minute, as I stared at her playing with her chest. She said, "You clearly like what you see. You're getting aroused. Wait until you feel it on your cock. What I added to my palm is for lubing your shaft." She lowered her hand to inches from my cock, and then looked at me. "Move forward into my hand if you want me to lube you up." I so wanted to step forward, but I stayed in place. After a few seconds, she said, "I've never had someone not cum when I used these." She lifted her chest towards me and then lowered to her knees. "I normally lube their cock first, but I can suck you if you'd prefer to get moist that way. But no matter whether I use my mouth or my hand to get you read, my tits will feel even better. I love sucking cock, but the only way I get the guy cum one hundred percent of the time is titty-fucking." I held in place, waiting to see what would happen when she started playing with me. She got so close I could feel her warmth, but she didn't touch me. Finally she said, "You have to initiate it. That is the only way I can follow though. You need to push your cock between them, and then I can send you to heaven."

As much as I wanted it, I turned and walked away. I heard the shower door open behind me, and then the water turned on. She called out, "Please leave the door open."

I got dressed and went into my workroom, where I worked for about three hours. When I came out, I heard noises down the hallway. I went in that direction, and found her bedroom door open. I walked in and she was on the bed with her back pressed against the wall and her legs spread wide apart. She had porn on her laptop and she was fingering herself frantically. I walked over to her bed to see what she was watching. She kept on fingering herself. It was two girls and a guy, naked, as they took turns pleasuring each other. At that instant, it showed one woman going down on the other woman while the guy jacked off watching.. I asked, "Is that what you're into?"

Between moans, she answered, "Oh yeah." She kept at it and eventually said, "Join me."

I answered, "I'm not going to cave. Yes, you are a hottie and Lord knows I want to fuck you. But I can't."

She replied, "I didn't mean fuck me, but not because I don't yearn to. I just know that you'll say no again, and I'm tired of being rejected." She paused a second, and then continued. "I mean rake you clothes off, sir down next to me, and jack off while I finger myself to climax. It's not cheating if we're doing ourselves. Let's watch porn together while we masturbate."

"It just doesn't feel right."

"You've done it with your wife. She told me all about it. You were reluctant the first time, but ended up loving it, and have done it multiple times." I was a little upset and embarrassed that Lauren had shared that with her, but it was true.

I defended myself by saying, "That's with Lauren. It was something we share. We also touch each other when it gets too intense. That's what I'm afraid of if I do it with you."

"I know I shouldn't share this but I will anyway... I've done it with Lauren."

"You two watched porn together?"

"A few times. In fact, more than a few times. But I mean more than just watched porn."

"You masturbated?"

"Yes!"

"Naked?"

"Completely!"

"To two women with a man?"

"Sometimes. It really didn't matter what was on. Two women... two men... groups. It all was a turn on."

"This is news to me. I never knew she did it with anyone else."

"Don't be such a prude. I know you know that she had a sex life before you got together. You did too."

"It's just new information. I'm processing it.

"Well shed your clothes and join me while you're processing. Literally all we would be doing is something we already would be doing, just now it would be in the same room instead of you doing it in your work room." Now I genuinely was embarrassed.

"You know about that?"

"You make noises in a relatively quiet house, so of course. Now strip and start touching yourself."

"You're not asking me to join in bed and do it next to you?"

"I'd prefer that, but if you want to whip it out there, that would work too. I just want you to relax and let go. Baby steps."

"Were you and Lauren in the same bed when you masturbated together to porn."

"Yes. A twin sized one, not a queen like this."

"Was anyone else there?"

"You're starting to cross a line into questions you should be asking her, not me. It's not my place to give details that don't involve me. I'm not going to answer, but don't interpret that either way. There may or may not have been someone else there."

"Okay, you're right. I'm just curious."

"You're welcome to keep asking me questions, but I can only answer ones that directly involve me. And you'll need to lose your shorts if you want me to keep answering."

I took off my shorts. "What would happen after the movie ended?"

"Most of the time we just laid there exhausted. Once we caught our breath, we'd laugh at ourselves."

"Wasn't it uncomfortable, once the heat of the moment was gone?"

"Honestly, it was the first time. We were shocked and slightly ashamed of what we had done. But by the third time, I was completely comfortable in front of her. I assume she was comfortable in front of me, but again, that's a question for her to answer."

"Did your bodies ever come in contact while you were in bed, completely naked?

"That's going to cost you your boxers." I pulled them down to reveal that I had been getting aroused slightly.

I repeated my question. "Did your bodies ever touch while you were in bed, completely naked?

"Of course."

"Can you share more than just 'of course'?"

"You already know that she and I were naked in a small bed and that we masturbated while watching porn. Of course our bodies would contact one another, just to fit. I can go into more details, but only after you ask her these same questions. I was her confidante through sophomore year, before you two became an item, and I cannot share details about most of it."

"What about now?"

"That will cost you all of your remaining clothes." I took off my shirt, shoes, and socks. "And you're going to sit on the bed, even the edge." I sat down, but with my back towards her. "So what do you want to know exactly?"

"What about now? I mean on this trip. Can you share details about this trip?"

"If there was something to share, but there's nothing to share. She's too busy at work to spend quality time with me. We certainly have had no time to watch porn together, and if we did choose to do that, you'd be joining us. We've spent our little time together mostly talking."

"In the shower?"

"Yes, amongst other places."

"So you showered together?"

"Yes!"

"Did you lather one another?"

"You're crossing a line again. If you want a better answer, then face me, and reach down and fondle yourself." She had me, because I wanted an answer badly. I started yanking up and down on my shaft for her to watch.

: Yes, we did lather and rinse one another in the shower. But not in the way you are fantasizing about. We're close. What could be perceived as sexual for others, is comfort with our bodies for us. She's comfortable touching me. We showered together in college, so it felt natural to shower together here. It just sort of happened."

"But why would you have to shower?"

"We exercised and got sweaty. I like to work up a sweat, it cleanses the pores."

"You showered together in college? How? Where?"

"After we got back from partying at State, it was natural to want to rinse off the night, so to speak. Remember, we lived on the same floor, and had a common bathroom for each suite. Everyone showered together on our floor, because you had no choice. There we no private showers. It was just way easier to shower at the same time, so I headed to her suite's bathroom. We enjoyed talking and essentially debriefing. No one else showered at that time, so we could have steamy girl talk."

"I think I need to stop asking so many questions."

"Look, being wild and trying different things is what we do at that age... and if we're lucky, at this age. Don't make too much out of it."

"What do you mean by 'lucky, at this age'? Does this mean you're not having enough sex?"

"The opportunities are not there. In college, we were surrounded by people our age with no responsibilities, so it was a natural setting for living out your adventures. With work, more responsibilities, and fewer interactions with people our age, it's tough nowadays. I'm embarrassed to say, but I have not enjoyed a cock in quite some time. It's been years. Not because there haven't been some offers, but I have standards. The problem is that your libido increases with age, and I tend to get horny often. And an outlet is not readily there. So I masturbate a lot. I've been masturbating thinking of you. Today you gave me more to visualize, so I'm going to do it tonight. "

Without consciously realizing it, I rolled over to face her. I have fondled myself into a hard-on, which I noticed when she stared at it. "You have to know that I would cave if you seduced me. If you want it so badly, why don't you initiate it? Just move your hand six inches and grab it. We both know you want to."

"I can't. You'll know why soon. I want to, I really, really do. But I can't."

"So you know my predicament."

"I'll tell you what: If you snuck out of your bedroom, down the hallway, and into my room then it's on. I would take you entering my room in the middle of the night as initiating it. I'd gladly attack you then."

"You know I can't do that. You know the circumstances."

"I'm telling you, you can do it. You can do it right now. Look at me down there... I'm primed and ready. And although you don't see it right now, the circumstances are actually perfect for us t do this. You will see once it happens."

I replied, "Ask me after dinner. I like the idea of sneaking into your room." I then got up, grabbed my clothes, and left her room. I was going insane not fucking her. I was literally going to go jack off thinking about fucking her, when I actually could be fucking her.

I went to my office. I left my office door unlocked and slightly ajar. Much to my surprise, she didn't walk in on me masturbating, like I hoped she would. At that point, I was ready to cheat on my wife with her hot friend. The afternoon went by with no interactions, and we found ourselves finally interacting around dinner time. We went to a very nice restaurant and had steak and lobster. We walked on the beach afterwards, and without thinking about it, I reached for her hand. She accepted, and her touch was different, more intense than I was expecting. I was starting to let go of her hand when she moved her hand away. She said, "Don't do anything you don't absolutely want to do." We walked back home along the sand, and playfully kicked and skipped and frolicked. I actually made playful physical contact with her, but nothing came of it. We got back to the house and she changed into her frumpy uniform.

I asked her, "Why do you wear that around Lauren and pretend to be asexual?"

She smiled and said, "It's not pretending to be asexual. You'll know in time."

"About the same time I titty-fuck you?"

"If all goes as hoped, then yes. And does this mean you want to titty-fuck me soon? As in tonight?"

Before I could answer, the garage door opened and Lauren pulled in. She opened the door to the house shortly after that and yelled her hello to each of us. I did my usual duck and eject, holing up in my workroom. I heard them talking as usual, but this time there were stints of quiet. Just as you listen more attentively when someone whispers, I caught myself doing the same thing. I listened in on their conversation.

My wife said, "That was the first time I had my doubts. I was dumbfounded how big it was. There was no way anyone could take all that."

Eunah responded, "That's why I used these." I could picture her pushing her chest out, except that she was in that frumpy top. It was oddly quiet, but I could hear them moving around.

My wife broke the silence, "That was an amazing year. I absolutely needed those moments we shared, but I knew when we woke up and had no idea who the guy was or what bed we were in, it was time to change the trajectory of my life."

"I miss those times, but I sometimes wonder if memories are better than the actual event. It was the perfect age to do it and you were the perfect partner in crime. But all things come to an end, although I wouldn't want to still be doing it... at least not as often." Eunah laughed at her last comment.

My wife said, "Speaking of doing it, I saw your lube in our bathroom. Did he finally let go? Did you guys fuck in the shower?"

"I wish. I really thought we were going to. I've thrown everything at him. I've been naked, I've been vulnerable, and hell... I was even masturbating today while he was a foot away from me with his cock out and hard. He seriously won't cave. I think you just need to tell him. You need to give him permission. I keep telling him he'll know in time, but I'm only here a few more days, and that time may not come."

My wife softly said, "It really needs to be him initiating it. I'll plant some seeds in his head tonight. If that doesn't work, then maybe tomorrow I'll be more explicit." And then I couldn't believe my ears. It was kissing sounds, and unmistakably, the sounds of bodies moving and getting undressed. There were sounds of sensuality and exhales of pleasure. I moved a little closer, into the hallway. They were in the middle bedroom, with the door partially open. I contemplated joining them, but her sounds told me that my wife needed to have Eunah to herself. I felt a cavernous void inside, not ever having any clue that my wife spent her first two years of college chasing threesome after threesome and lusting for Eunah. She has certainly given me hints with how well she knew her body. She probably thought she had closed that chapter for good, until Eunah accepted her invitation to stay here. It all made sense why she came out so soon and why she stayed with us. I'm sure Lauren flew her out first class and they made up the husband story. But Lauren wanted Eunah to seduce me, I can only assume to make it easier to open up. It's easier to confess when we're all confessing.

I went back to our bedroom and tried to fall asleep, but to no avail. I heard them fucking. I heard the moans and the gasps, despite their efforts to be quiet. I thought about jacking off to what I imagined they were doing, but I had too many emotions and questions. My wife crawled into bed a couple hours later, around midnight. I gave her a more intense kiss goodnight that she expected. She returned a passionate kiss, and I believe I was also getting a taste of Eunah as an added bonus. My wife fell asleep shortly after that, so I got up. I went into the hallway and then made my way to Eunah's room, which had the door open. I took off my T-shirt and boxers, and dropped them to the floor as I walked into her room. I climbed into bed with her and was happy to feel that she was naked too. Before she could say anything, I put my lips to hers, and we got lost in a deep and passionate kiss. I reached down and put my hand on the inside of her thigh and slowly rubbed my way up to her clit. She started getting wet almost instantly. She grabbed my shaft and started stroking me.

She whispered, "So I really am a hottie you'd love to fuck."

I whispered back, "Oh yes. You are a hottie, and I so want to fuck you. I am initiating it. I have been fantasizing about fucking you since I first saw you at the airport. The way you put your sexuality on display. You made it so hard not ravage you. And I'm looking forward to the things you think I've never dreamed of. I've been fantasizing about doing a whole bunch of things with you."

She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a tube. She then rubbed the inside of her tits with it, and said. "Let's start with something I'm gifted at." She then rotated me on my back and proceeded to move down me until her tits were at cock level. She stroked my cock with some lube and then moved in such a way where my shaft was suddenly pressed between her beautiful almost Ds. She started moving up and down my shaft while at the same time squeezing me with her surprisingly firm tits. The skin was so soft and she knew how to play with my head using her nipples. I was gasping and moaning, so loudly I was afraid I'd wake up my wife. As if she was reading my mind, Eunah said, "I fucked her so well that she won't wake up no matter how much you yell."

I was tingly everywhere, with spasms and loss of all control for brief moments. I had never felt anything so incredible in my cock before. My balls were on overload. "Holy fuck, that feels amazing. I'm going to fire so much cum."

She said, "Give me some advanced warning so I can swallow you. Unless there is somewhere else you'd like to cum... on me... or in me." Right then she slid up and using her hands, pressed my shaft into her wet, swollen clit. She drenched me as I grooved her. I could feel spasms of ecstasy everywhere down there when she flipped us over and started stroking me against her tits again. I could help but scream, "Of fuck, oh fuck!" repeatedly. I came hard all over her tits. I was making noises I had no idea I could make. When I finally caught my breath, she said, let's take that shower I've been wanting to take with you.

We made our way to the shower and washed one another. It was sensual, but not sexual. As I cleaned up the mess I made on her chest, I played with her soapy nipples and cupped her lathered breasts. She said, "You should know that your wife loves it up the ass. If you've never done that before, then you need to practice on me. And don't worry, I like it too. It's just that she loves it. She loved it so much so that when we did our threesomes, I'd titty-fuck them and then ram their head into her ass as they shot their wad. She loves using cum as ass-lube. She'd let me lick her out afterwards sometimes." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but at the same time I knew it was one hundred percent true. "She enjoys my tongue up her ass, so I can teach you if you'd like to pleasure her that way. I'll have to tongue your asshole to show you. I'm sure you'll love it."

I interrupted her and asked, "Why aren't you telling me what you like? I tasted you for the first time when I kissed Lauren goodnight. I assume she had that taste in her mouth because you like when your muff gets eaten out. I have been fantasizing about going down on you. I want to tongue that gorgeous pussy of yours."

"I do enjoy a good tongue between my legs." With that, I turned off the water, grabbed a towel to dry her off, and then took her hand and walked back to the bed. As she lay down on her back, I pushed her thighs apart and started kissing up her legs, starting at her calves. "You have such beautiful legs. You got me hard in the car by just showing them off." My mouth climbed higher up to the inside of her thigh. I spread her open so I could take in that beautiful pink labia. Even though the room was dark, I could still see it glistening. But before I could soak up the how beautiful she was down there, I lost my self-control and attacked her with my mouth and tongue.

I sucked and licked, and nibbled with no cadence at first. She arched up and then started breathing heavily. I tucked my hands under her ass to hold her up, and angled my mouth differently. She let out a scream, followed by an "Oh Gawd, right there. That... do that!!!" I licked her the full length and then flicked the tip of my tongue across it. I moved my right hand to the center of her ass. Thankfully some of her pussy juice had leaded, so I used it to rub into her rim. I traced circles, starting softly and then increasing the pressure. I then pushed my finger into her asshole, about an inch, and she let out a yelp that she tried her best to silence. It was no use. She came really hard, and in time she was screaming. Neither of us cared if it woke my wife up. This is what Eunah wanted, and this is exactly what she had been trying to arrange for days.

If she woke up, we wouldn't know, but she never came in the room for the threesome I thought she wanted. We were both tired at this point, so we lay there. I was on my back and she had her chest pressed into my chest and one leg draped over mine. It was blissful. She finally broke the silence and said, "Don't you think you should go back to your room and be with Lauren?"

"Is that what you want?"

? No!"

"Is that what you've been telling Lauren the past three night?"

"No, it's what she tells me. She says she has to leave me to be with her husband. So then I ask if I can go with her, but her answer is that you have to be the one to propose the threesome, not her or I."

"Would you like for us to join her in our bed?"

"Oh Gawd yes... very much so. Are you saying you want a threesome?

"I would love a threesome with you two. But I think tonight will be mostly sleeping, so let's plan for tomorrow night. You can spend all day tomorrow training me how to pleasure her. Then, when Lauren gets home, we can team fuck her like she's never been fucked before."

Before I could get up, Eunah slid down the front of me and started sucking my cock. It felt amazing, as everything she did felt, but I was too tired to get the hard-on I had hoped for. When it was stiff enough for her, she climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. She stroked my cock as she lowered her wet pussy down. I couldn't believe she was so wet. As she took more of me in, I started getting harder. While sliding up and down on me, she said, "I wanted to suck and fuck you, just the two of us, before our night ends. I want my chance with your cock while I can have it all to myself."

"But we literally have all day to do all the fucking we want. This feels incredible, but we're not in a hurry. You can do anything you want with my cock until this evening, then you'll have to share. We are free to do anything we want and we have all the privacy we need while Lauren's at work."

"The problem is that once we have our threesome set up, the rules will change. She and I have a commitment to each other in how we do this. I can't say more than that."

I laughed and said, "She and I have a commitment to each other that says you and I should not be fucking. What the three of us have is interesting, and I think the rules need to be fluid. We are all going to need to reconsider our vows and promises to fit what we share."

"We made a promise to each other about how we'd handle out threesomes. I understand you made a pretty sacred vow with her too. Once the three of us can talk, it will be clearer. I know I keep saying this, but it will all make sense soon. I can at least tell you that we shared some guys before, not that you haven't figured that out on your own."

"Yeah, I figured that out from a few things I overheard. It sounds like you had a very active sophomore year that finally got to be too much."

"We hooked up with a lot of guys."

"I take it you would need your fingers and toes to count all of the guys you shared."

She laughed. "I will leave those types of details for her to share. I do want to clarify that we rarely had a cock inside us though. Neither of us liked the idea of being fucked in the cunt by a stranger. We figured out what we enjoyed and what we were good at, and that was our fun. We were in charge and we made a great team."

I just shook my head. I couldn't believe I was learning about this for the first time. "How did you even know you were into the same things? How'd you know you were into each other? It's just so random."

"It definitely was random. At a party during spring of our freshman year, we were being hit on by the same guy. We somehow ended up in bed with him, and while it started out with us taking turns working on him, we accidentally touched each other. It sent intense shivers in my loins like I hadn't felt before. It was such a turn-on for me, and as it were, for Lauren too. But we were too shy to do much about it at that moment. Although, we did get comfortable having our naked bodies in contact as we fooled around with him, which again made me tingly down there.

"We walked home together and talked until five in the morning. We talked about how we had never even thought about something like that, let alone done it. We talked about the shock of liking a woman's touch, and the questioning it generated about who we were. We had a natural comfort around each other, so we opened up more and more, sharing some pretty deep secrets. We spent a lot of time together and eventually hooked up, near the end of the school year. Sleeping with each other was wonderful, but it made us realize that we enjoyed servicing a guy together more than servicing each other. We enjoyed each other for sure, but seeing the guy get totally aroused by it was the thrill we craved. We went home for summer break, and the lust just accrued. When we came back for fall, we were both anxious to try it again. From that point, we did all of our sexual escapades together, at least until you two became an item. Sometimes we hooked up with a guy and sometimes it was just us two. Like I told you earlier, I'm familiar with how beautiful her pussy is. I just didn't share how familiar I was."

"Yeah, I have to admit that when you talked about how beautiful her pussy was, I was very confused and intrigued. I have suspected she might have been with a women before, but I never knew for certain. I'm glad she hooked up with someone hot. You know, a hottie I'd love to fuck."

Eunah laughed, "I hooked up with a hottie you clearly loved to fuck, too."

I smiled. "I do enjoy fucking her, and must say I get turned on by her pussy. You're similar in that way."

"We discovered we were similar in so many ways. As was natural, we talked about everything, including settling down after we burned out on the thrill of chasing threesomes."

"Oh yeah. So you had serious talks too huh?"

"Yeah, and mostly about you. During sophomore year, when we were at our wildest, we both confessed to dreaming about marrying you. I really shouldn't share this, but as long as we're being totally candid, both of us had a desire to one day be your wife. But we realized only one of us could be, so it would be disappointment for at least one of us. We tossed out some crazy ideas. That was the first time we contemplated if there was a way two bisexual women could be in a committed relationship with a man. It was also the first time I fully accepted myself as bisexual, and stopped claiming it was a phase. I love cock and I love pussy, and knew then I had to have both to be sexually satisfied. The last eleven years have been frustrating to say the least."

"So how long have you been planning whatever the past few days have been?"

"It has been on the docket for several years, but we didn't seriously do any date planning until you two bought this house. Then we came up with the class reunion idea."

Eunah and I ended up talking for three hours without realizing the night had turned into morning. The next thing we knew, my wife popped her head into the room and said, "Finally you two. So how was it?"

Eunah answered first, "It was heavenly. Seriously, I can't believe how it all felt. It lived up to all I had built it up to be in my fantasies."

My wife looked at me and with her eyes asked me for my thought. I smiled, "It was unreal. I had no idea I had all that pent up inside me. I have been lusting for her since the airport, and once I tasted her in your mouth last night, I had to have her."

My wife smiled and said, "You tasted her in my mouth?"

I smiled; looked at Eunah and then looked at my wife. "I tasted pussy and figured it had to be hers. Turns out I was right."

She looked a little stunned. "So this isn't too weird?"

I chuckled and responded, "It's certainly weird. It can probably be described as 'too weird', but nothing we can't handle. And I love that everything is out in the open. I can finally admit that I remember Eunah as the shy girl with amazing tits. I couldn't comfortably tell either of you that when you asked if I remembered her, all I could recall is the shy girl with gorgeous boobs. But confessing that I remember her nice her tits is nothing compared to all of the fucking you two did over the years."

My wife interjected, "It wasn't really 'over the years.' Once you and I started dating, I had to shut it down completely. Had it been you and Eunah who started dating, I would have also had to shut it down, because I couldn't see doing anything in bed without her. She's the only woman I could ever be this open with, so it's only been her. And you are the only guy I've been with since sophomore year."

Eumah interjected, "I already told him that we got a lot of mileage while we could. I don't miss the party life or going to State, but I do miss hooking up with you. And just in case you didn't know, I'm going to be fucking your husband all day."

My wife smiled and said, "I sure hope you do. I've been hoping this day would come. We can talk more when I'm home from work, although I hope we do things other than talk."

Eunah laughed and said, "I plan to drain him. But don't worry, we'll have plenty in the tank for you tonight."

My wife asked, "Would you, and I mean both of you, like to shower with me?"

There was no immediate answer. I was too tired to be into it at that moment, but I didn't want to tell her that. Eunah saved the moment by saying, "If we shower, then we'll fuck. I want to stick to our plan. We'll be able to fuck tonight. Save your pussy, because it will be getting a workout soon. Same with your asshole... save it for everything that is going to be pushed into it tonight. I miss your look of unbridled passion when you're taking it up the ass. Considering I can't see your face when I'm giving you a rimjob, I really miss out. Now when he gives you a rimjob or fucks you up the ass, I can just watch your face and enjoy. I'm so excited that I get to watch you two have sex. I'm totally going to masturbate."

I hadn't visualized it until now, but I was turned on thinking about the two of them having each other. I so wanted to watch. I asked, "So I can watch you going down on each other?"

Eunah contorted her body to whisper in my ear, "I want you to watch me going down on her. I want you to see my swollen pussy as I go down on your sexy wife. I want you to be naked, and hopefully playing with yourself. I want to hear you moan as you service yourself."

My wife went to take her shower and Eunah and I gave into to our sleepiness. We passed out and were completely asleep when my wife returned from her shower. We didn't wake up until the early afternoon. As it were, we weren't in a hurry to do as much fucking as we could in the hours we had. We decided to go for a skinny dip. Fucking her had been wonderful, but it was also nice to come up from behind and wrap my hands around her and let them explore. Ot was fun being playful. We were free to do what new couples do. We spent a lot of time in deep, passionate kissing. I caught myself staring into her eyes for extended periods of time. We showered after the pool and then sat on the deck chairs snacking on cheese and grapes. After about a half hour of kissing and fondling, I took her hand and walked her inside and up to our bedroom. She took notice that we went to the bed where I had only been with Lauren.

We kissed passionately and ended up in missionary position. I entered her slowly, and as I did, she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me all the way in. It was slow, and unlike all of the fucking we had been doing, it wasn't carnal. She watched my face intently as I thrusted in and out of her. When it looked like I was about to cum she said, "Cum inside me. I want to feel it deep in me." The way she said it was different than anything she had said before. I wanted to cum inside her. As I reached my breaking point, I didn't scream. She held on tightly, so I couldn't have pulled out if I wanted to. I filled her, and the warm sensation of cum on my head felt nice. Nothing felt sexual... it felt amazing in a way I didn't expect to feel with her. I looked into her eyes and I could tell she was fighting back tears. "What's wrong?"

She smiled and answered, "Nothing is wrong. Everything is right. Everything is magical. I knew we planned to fuck each other today; I hadn't planned on making love. But the truth is that I have wanted to make love to you since I first met you." I kissed her some more, and she stayed tightly wrapped around me. When we stopped kissing, she said, "Please don't pull out. Stay in me... forever. Let's just stay like this for eternity."

For the first time since Eunah arrived, I felt guilty. I had felt worried about being busted by my wife before I knew it was her plan for me to hook up with Eunah, but I hadn't done anything to feel truly guilty about. But this had crossed an emotional line I never saw until I was too far past it to go back. All I could muster in return was, "This felt amazing." It was such an empty statement.

She smiled and said, "I've never had a man cum inside me before. I dreamt of you being my first. As with all of our firsts so far, it has been more than I dreamed of." I could tell where this was going and I silently pleaded with her not to go down this pathway. But she did. "I need to tell you this, although you already know it. I love you. I have been in love with you for years and have vicariously lived it though Lauren. But this was my wakeup call from which I don't think I can ever go back to how it was."

I needed to reply. I knew what I felt and what I was thinking, but verbalizing it was going to be a challenge. "I'm grateful for your honesty. I don't want to diminish what you shared nor reflexively say something that is driven by the intensity of the moment. I am not in love with you, but only because this is literally so new. In all honesty, I am so confused. Over the past three days I have felt moments where I felt myself falling for you. Today, playing in the pool, something was different... in a wonderful way. If I wasn't married, then I'd be all in and could see myself falling in love with you. But I am married, and I can't fall in love with you. But if we stay on this path, my heart may not listen to logic."

She looked frustrated. "I know I keep saying it, and I hate myself for saying it now, but in time this will be fine. Hold your thought and I will refrain from saying 'I love you' until the moment is right. I shouldn't have said it now, and it was unfair to you. But it's true and this moment was so powerful that I got swept up. And by the way, you're shrinking and we're leaking on your sheets."

I laughed and the contraction of my stomach made my head pop out of her. I immediately apologized. "I'm so sorry to have ruined the moment."

She kissed me with a gentleness to say it was all okay and then said softly, "It's fine. The moment was earth-moving, but it had to end. I'm glad it ended with laughter. Now let's shower, and put these sheets in the laundry."

We went to the shower, and cleaned each other off, in a tender way. Then, out of the blue, she demanded, "On your knees."

I dropped to my knees as ordered, and she spun around, and with straight legs and her feet as far apart as the shower allowed, she bent over and gave a view of her asshole. "Soap it up, including the inside, about an inch in." I did as ordered and then she ordered me to rinse it. We repeated it one more time, until she was satisfied that it was clean enough for whatever she planned to have me do.

"Your wife, my committed lover, has a thing for having her asshole serviced. Are you comfortable servicing a fully cleaned asshole?"

"I think so."

"Good, then follow me to my bed. Your first time servicing her cannot be where I broke the sanctuary of the act she loves."

When we got to her room, she climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, before lowering to her forearms and knees. She spread her legs, and before she could spread her butt cheeks and instruct me what to do next, I pulled them apart and using the tip of my tongue, started to penetrate her rectum, licking her rim and some of the inside. "Oh my fucking Gawd, Jesus Christ, that feels so... fucking... good. Oh fuck me. How?" I didn't answer her for fear of breaking the moment, but it wasn't rocket science and my wife had gotten particularly turned on watching porn involving asshole action, so I paid attention. I was too afraid to tell her I was willing to try that on her, but now I was practicing on a conduit to let her know I was good with it. As I licked and tongue-fucked Eunah's butthole to butt-plug depth, I reached through and started to rub her clit with my index finger. I then penetrated her with one finger at first, and then a second one. As my finger explored her, I'd back out with my tongue. Then as my finger started to pull out a little, I curled my tongue and pushed it into her ass and inch or two. She screamed with pleasure. She started spasming more frequently, and she occasionally buckled a little, as her breathing got more intense. Finally she started screaming, "Oh yeah... oh Gawd... I'm cumming... I'm fucking cumming. Don't stop.." I didn't... I didn't everything a little faster until she collapsed. Then I flipped her over onto her back, spread her thighs, and started licking her pussy fast and with the entirety of my tongue. I sucked on her clit and then licked her furiously again. She returned to screaming, only this time it was begging me to stop. She came hard and then collapsed.

After a minute of catching her breath she eked out, "How the fuck did you know how to do that so well? Do you already do this with her?"

"Nope, tonight will be the first time."

"Have you done this to another woman... or man before?

"Nope, first time. I had some how-to instructional videos called porn, and Lauren seems to really enjoy that part. I'm glad you enjoyed it. We can do it again sometime."

"Oh fuck yeah, please. That was incredible. I never knew anal could feel so good. Lauren is the only other person I've let do that to me."

"I take it you give more than you receive."

"It's not like I never receive it, but it just hasn't been like that. I'm going to leave this topic alone."

"You said she also likes dick up the ass. Is that next teacher?"

She chuckled her cute laugh and said, "The few, and by few I mean one, time I tried dick up my ass, it didn't go well. It hurt way too much to feel any pleasure whatsoever. You're thicker than that guy, so I'd rather not try."

"Then I will not be practicing ass-fucking on you. Lauren can teach me."

"Oh Gawd, she loves having a cock up her ass. And like I said, I plan to masturbate as I watch you plundering her rear door."

"I know I shouldn't be asking this, and you don't have to answer, but is the reason you titty-fucked guys and she ass-fucked guys was so they wouldn't be inside you?"

"Yep."

"So you forgo your own pleasure and do something that is all about the guy cumming and not you? When we hook up, it has to be about both of us feeling pleasure. I had no idea titty-fucking felt so great, but I'm so excited that I've discovered way to pleasure you that you didn't know worked as well as they did."

Even though I had just had my mouth in her ass, she lunged forward and gave me a deep and passionate kiss. The she looked me in my eyes with a penetrating gaze and said, "I know I promised not so say it, and I'm trying really hard not to, but I love you. It's okay that you are not at a point where you feel the same way, and I'm not asking you to love me. I just love you."

"I don't mean to add fuel to the fire, but let's say fate was such that you and I had grown close in our junior years, how would things have turned out?"

"Pretty much the same I assume. We'd be married and Lauren would be the one visiting us, trying to seduce you into the committed threesome."

"A committed threesome?" I had a crazy notion that couldn't be real, but I tossed it out there anyway. "Are you and I going to take a vow one day?"

"I hope so. Three vows would make this work out so nicely. But let me elaborate without over-stepping into Lauren's territory. The three of us love fucking each other, not that it wasn't obvious we would. We can do that, because we're all good with the various hookups. I mean, you are okay that I've been fucking your wife every night, aren't you?" I nodded yes. "But having a committed threesome would be different to say the least. You are the only two people I want to fuck, and I want to be able to do either of you or both at the same time, without any issues. I want to be the only other person you two fuck. But beyond the fucking, you and Lauren love each other. I think you already know this, but Lauren and I love each other. Because you two are married, we cannot officially commit, but we had a fairly serious vow ceremony not long after you two got married. It was the compromise for not accepting her request to be her maid of honor. I love you and sense that once you accept that it's okay to love me back, that you and I will be in love. I would love to have a small ceremony where we get married."

"It certainly would be different. I assume Lauren is onboard."

"She'll have to tell you herself, but it's something we have talked about in detail. I think we all need to talk in detail about this idea, because once we figure out which way we're going, then we can really start to live."

I was once again overwhelmed. I was also hungry, realizing we had not eaten all day. We walked barefoot in the sand to the same place we had steak and lobster, and once again had a nice meal. While we were dinner, we both got an incoming text at the same time. "Coming home now. You better be ready to fuck." This was our cue to get the check, and we walked back quickly, while holding hands.

She said, "Our lives are about to change. We're on the verge of having the threesome Lauren and I have been dreaming about for years. You're about the have sex on a level you have never felt before. I want you to enjoy every carnal and lustful pleasure you can. We can talk about the serious stuff later."

"I look forward to them both."

As we got back to the house, I gave her a long passionate kiss, with my hands brushing her hair gently and finishing with a deep gaze into each other's eyes. I then said, "I can feel myself falling in love with you. Soon I will have permission to do so... permission from myself. You are so beautiful and so giving. I will enjoy what the three of us share tonight, but when tomorrow comes, I look forward to courting you in the midst of this craziness."

She replied in a soft but sincere tone, "You already know how much I love you. Hurry up and get here, so we can get married."

With that, we walked in through the front door, scurried upstairs to change the sheets and put on some sensual touches like candles, and then change into easy access clothing. She chose her red turquoise sundress with nothing underneath and I opted for workout shorts and a loose tank top, with nothing underneath. We were both sitting on the edge of the bed when she got home. She raced up the stairs, literally stripping as soon as she got in the door. By the time she entered the bedroom, she was topless with just her skirt and panties. She looked so fucking sexy. Those were shed quickly.

We climbed into the shower, and I dropped to my knees to do the first round of rim and hole cleaning on my wife. While I was going that, Eunah washed my dick and balls, with a little extra lathering than usual. For asshole round two, we traded places, and I proceeded to wash Eunah down there. We toweled off partially and made our way to the bed. Lauren went on her hands and knees, rotated to her forearms, pushed her ass up, and was in the same position Eunah had been in earlier. I lustfully tongued her rim as she moaned and cried for penetration. I obliged, and pushed my tongue in. She was looser than Eunah, so my tongue went in a little deeper. When Eunah repositioned to watch her lover's face as she got a rimjob from someone other than her, she screamed in surprise. "Oh my Gawd, you learned fast. Fuck, you are amazing at this." When I plunged my fingers into her familiar clit, she lost it. She screamed like I had not heard before. She cried out for more. Eunah stated kissing her with intensity and she welcomed the attack. She climaxed with convulsions, as I slowed down. Eunah moved down the bed and underneath me to start giving me head. My Gawd her mouth felt amazing. When I was hard, she got her lube out and I adjusted so I could watch her slather it on her tits.

But it didn't end up on her tits. She was rubbing it into Lauren's asshole, as she used three fingers to stretch her out. After about a minute, she gave me a tongue-rich kiss and then said, "Your turn." She rubbed some lube onto my head and then guided my cock to Lauren's asshole. "When I say go, push in with a controlled force, but once it pops, try not to go too deep. Do circles as you push on her." Eunah got where she could see Lauren's face. She spread her thighs apart, and started fingering herself. She finally told me to start, and after about five seconds of resistance, Lauren's hole opened up and I was in. My head was in her about two inches when she clamped down on me. "She screamed, "Oh mother of Gawd!" I slowly fucked her, going in and sliding out about an inch at a time. She was aroused like I had never seen, and climaxed in less than a minute, begging me to stop. She finally pulled off saying, "No more... I can't take any more."

While she was recovering, Eunah lather up her tits and aggressively grabbed my shaft. She made me stand at the edge of the bed this time, and she moved to meet my cock. She pushed her beautiful tits together, engulfing my entire cock so only my head could be seen. She grinded up and down, in a figure eight pattern, and once again I felt like I was going to cum instantly. So many sparks of ecstasy were firing from my balls that I was weak in the knees. She went up and down even faster. My wife had recovered by now, and was watching her girlfriend's tits bouncing up and down my swollen cock. Somehow they both knew when to move, because just as I was losing it, Eunah fell back and Lauren plunged her mouth down my shaft, swallowing my load. She kept giving me head, milking every drop out of me. She fondled my balls as she sucked me. She could give great head, but this felt better than normal. I moaned, "My gawd, you feel so good. You give incredible head."

Eunah pulled me to the bed. I rotated as best I could, so I could stay in Lauren's mouth. When I was on my back, Eunah mounted my mouth and started sliding her soaked clit up and down my tongue. I grabbed her gorgeous legs from behind and pulled her up and down. I pressed my tongue hard into her as she slid up and down, and then I sucked on her for a while. She started breathing heavier and heavier. Lauren got up and sat in a chair tp watch Eunah getting off. She spread her legs wide open so Eunah could look up her pussy, and then started masturbating vigorously. I pushed a finger into Eunah's asshole. Lauren started moaning from masturbating, and Eunah came instantly. We all slowed down and Lauren returned to the bed. She gave me a deep, passionate kiss, and then Eunah a deep passionate kiss. When she was done, Eunah and I shared a deep, passionate kiss. Then we fell into a blissful calm, with out bodies draped over one another. After a few minutes, we got up and showered quickly, and then made our way downstairs and into the pool. We treaded water together and gradually made our way to the shallow end, where we traded kisses.

Lauren broke the silence by saying, "My gawd, this was heaven. I don't know what to say or think. Please don't ever let this end."

Eunah meandered her way over to Lauren and gave her another intense kiss. When it was over, she said, "I love you so much."

Lauren replied, "I love you too."

Then Lauren worked her way to me and gave me a deep kiss with her body pressed firmly into mine. When she stopped, she looked at me a few seconds and took it all in. "I love you so much."

I kissed her back, in a more playful manner, and said, "I love you so much."

Then Eunah and I moved towards each other, and had a playful but lengthy kiss. I spoke first. Softly I said, "I love you."

She teared up again and said, "I love you so much. Let's get married."

We looked at Lauren, who nodded her approval.

Over the newxt few weeks, I found myself genuinely falling in love with Eunah. I saw her for all the sweetness she shared. Towards the end of summer, we had three small wedding ceremonies. Eunah moved in with us in September, and we had enough rooms for everyone to have their own room, as well as the master bedroom for all three of us. Our threesomes were pure sex, driven by intense pleasure and experimentation. Our duets were much more love-based. When I was just with Lauren, it was heartfelt and I stayed in her when I came. When I was with Eunah, it was more playful, but I also came inside of her.

Cuming inside of them had its consequences. As luck, and in all likelihood their planning would have it, Lauren missed her period in late February and Eunah missed her period in early March. What was already an insane relationship just got more complicated. They shared an obgyn who thankfully had enough experience with atypical couples, that back-to-back appointments with women lovers who were both pregnant by the same man was not beyond their acceptance.

Lauren gave birth to a boy in early November and Eunah gave birth to a girl in late November. We gave up trying to explain it to people, and all of the grandparents involved were given an ultimatum to either accept the situation or not be a part of it. My parents were confused how I could be the biological father of both children, but they loved them with all of their heart. They assumed I had been unfaithful to Lauren and that I was doing the right thing by taking Eunah into our home to raise our child. Eunah's mom would visit us in secret, as her husband chose to not be a part of the 'Devil's work.' Lauren's parents said they were accepting, but during their first (and only) visit, had arranged for a church intervention and tried to have child services take our son away from us. Lauren never spoke to her father again, including on his deathbed two years later. She is making headway to reconciling with her mother, but it is a slow process.

Parents at school will be confused, and we will cope with it as it comes. Some people keep their distance thinking we are some polygamist household of sister wives. We worry about the social stress our kids will get from their peers, we we'll be selective in the private schools we choose. There will be issues to navigate, and we will handle them as they arise. But like we often say, "They are twins with different birthdays... and moms... who don't look alike."

The good thing about our bizarre love triangle is that when two of us are horny and have to get laid right now, there is a third parent to take care of the kids.