The Primrose Path

You're breathing heavy. Your skin sticky as I can feel the ebb and flow of your chest rise. The soft curves I love so much draped over me. I move a wisp of untucked hair from your face and watch as your eyes remain closed, you bite your bottom lip and let out a barely discernible and deep "fuck" as you then press your teeth into my shoulder as you shutter and giggle with pleasure. You kiss me passionately and deeply taking a light nip at my bottom lip as you lift yourself away. Our embrace separated for the first time since we started down this path. Your beautiful blue eyes finally open. Still on fire for more...

How did we get here?

We are far from party animals. Happier in our beat up "comfy clothes" and a bad movie as we are going out and painting the town. Not to say we don't go out. We make time for dates. Usually dinner and a movie sometimes something more upscale for special occasions. After all with kids, work, and family drama we have to be selective where our energy goes. Our college town has lots of places to go but none really fit our vide. That is until we found The Primrose. Several months ago we discovered this little oasis. Dim lights, chill, music not too loud, good drinks and good deserts. Just how we like finishing off a night out. One trip turned into two and next thing you know we had our "place".

One night I was feeling especially spicy and had dared you to go out sans underwear. You obliged. Mind you were wearing this amazing loose and flowing skirt but it did have the advantage of a long slit up the front that with the right turn exposed your thigh and nearly gave your secret away. We had a nice dinner heavy with wine and moved our evening to "our" place. We were greeted by the usual good cheer and smiles. I couldn't help notice that getting onto the barstool definitely let your secret out. You noticed too and leaned in and whispered in my ear that you didn't think we were the only ones who noticed as you looked over my shoulder and adjusted yourself on the stool allowing the table behind us to take in the view. Their conversation quieted for a moment letting us know they had indeed noticed. We ordered drinks and a desert to split and I excused myself to the restroom. As I walked past the table giving the guys a little knowing smirk. A little twindge at the thought of one of the guys approaching you while I was gone. I took a little longer in the bathroom subconsciously wanting to see what happens.

As a came out of the bathroom you were indeed not alone but to my surprise it wasn't one of the team of stiffies sitting in my barstool facing you it was tight jeans, lite blouse, dark shoulder length hair a subtle curves. She without hesitation picked my drink and took a sip. Your smile was big and the conversation energetic. You waved me over when you noticed my pause. She turned around and smiled too. Behind her glasses were bright eyes, her face speckled with a few freckles, she had subtle curves and small breasts (you know they were gonna get checked out). She laughed loudly, covering her mouth when she realized I had caught her taking a sip of my drink. I couldn't help notice she had a not so secret secret too as her small erect nipples bounced in her blouse as she laughed.

There were quick introductions. You two had classes together at one point. She apologized for "being a bitch" and said she was at a different place then. We exchanged a gentle handshake and commented on her henna tattoo. I urged her to stay seated and enjoy the drink. I took the seat behind you, pulled up close and gently stroked your shoulders and faded into the background watching you and her talk for nearly two hours before the bartender gently let us know it was last call. Only then did we realize how late it was. She immediately said "Oh shit! I'm sorry I stole your wife from you on your date night." sly smile included. I replied "The jokes on you. I got to watch those perky little nipples bounce through that blouse for however long we've been here." Not to be outdone she shot back "And I got a peak at your life's full lips several times but who's counting." We all laughed, you blushed, we exchanged numbers, and to be honest I thought she might move to the fun memory category. You were asleep before we got out of the parking lot.

The next few weeks were a blur as life often is. Work, kids, school, all the things. The one thing that wasn't blurry was the sex. It's like your drive had been turned up a notch. The silly pinches and pokes that once constituted our foreplay were replaced with long stares and slow kisses. Sex in the bedroom replaced with blowjobs on the couch, brief handjobs in a hidden section of Costco, pleasing yourself to completion in the car before giving me your fingers to clean. It was like living the teenage life again mixed with family responsibilities. This was new and I loved it but where was it coming from.

After a few weeks we made it back to The Primrose. Another great date night followed up with drinks and desert. Nothing too fancy no fun dares this time. As we were leaving she comes through the door. Your smiles instantly connect and I again become background music and I'm okay with it. The voyeur in me enjoys the show. We're not as polished this time but the conversation and innuendo pick up right where they left off. This time we agree to meet next time for dinner then drinks. After that we go for a picnic she and her son with our kids. We vibe we all freakin vibe.

She's a single mom. Not interested in dating or drama. She goes out when her son is with his father, she enjoyed getting to know us, had not so secretly been hoping to run into us again, and had evidently been in almost constant communication with you since that first meeting. At this point I kinda feel like a tinge of jealousy should have risen up but I liked her. She was feisty, funny, laid back, not bad on the eyes, and let's face it we had been fucking like animals. I had nothing to complain about.

We were having fun. Us as a couple and you finally had someone to do girl friend stuff with. Like I said I enjoy watching it unfold and watching you be happy.

Down the path...

The Primrose was busier than usual. The students had made it back and their parents were looking for a place to unwind. The secret was out. We ended up on the patio drinks, desert, and anticipation. We had both grown to enjoy our time with her. It was palpable. We didn't see her come in. She had entered on the other side but everyone saw her as she came out onto the patio. I knew the pause. It was the same one you got coming out earlier. Your red dress flowing around your curves. The shoulder strap in need of frequent fixing the faint outline of your nipples through the sheer bra. Your plunging neckline accentuated by the beautiful necklace your sister had made you. And those eyes oh my god your eyes were ablaze. When she came through the door her short flowing skirt and patterned thigh high hose with obvious garder belt and Doc Martins showed off her long legs and her subtle curves up top hidden under a leather jacket unzipped and revealing that she had nothing underneath. The first words out of your mouth after the pause were a loud laugh and, "That's cheating!" To which she replied, "If you ain't cheatin you ain't tryin." In her best fake southern drawl. We hugged and I could smell her. For the first time I could tell she had an inche or two in height on us and her scent was intoxicating but the conversation and my position in the conversation resumed as usual. I have no idea what you were talking about I just enjoyed you two interact. The touches of hands, brushing of hair from the face, the smiles, laughter. Here I am watching two goddesses interact. I am in awe.

Too soon we get the "last call" again. This time we're not done. You had been threatening this poor girl with showing her your camera equipment for weeks. It's seems tonight is the perfect night. I ask her when her son gets home and we let her know our littles are at the grandparents until tomorrow afternoon. She says her son won't be home until later but if she comes over she'll need to swing by her place to get some sleeping clothes. As she won't be in any shape to drive. I offer to run her by her place but you offer her one of my shirts instead. She smiles, leans in and pulls me closer by both hands, her head on my chest as she takes in a deep breath. I can smell her hair, feel the soft waves on my neck, and feel her breath on my skin as she looks up at me with big eyes that I notice for the first time are incredibly dark brown. "Can I wear this one?" Your response was quick and witty. "We'll

wrestle for it. Shit! I mean thumb wrestle for it." She laughed out loud. "No way! We're doing the first one!" Everyone laughs and we excuse ourselves. As we approach the car I open both the passenger front and back door. You offer her the front. She spins around quickly, briefly exposing her right breast. She corrects her wardrobe malfunction with a giggle and quick tug on her jacket. Without a word she pulls you into the back seat. You both laugh as you collapse in a pile of beautiful curves. Her breasts quite openly on display. You laugh again and comment that you wish your nipples stood out like that. She smiles and reminds you of what I was thinking. "You're beautiful. Just as you are. You're beautiful." You both sit up. Continue to hold hands and I'm pretty sure you both fell asleep as I drove us home.

Wedges and Docs hit the garage floor as we pile through the back door. We all giggle as we shshsh! each other. Why did we do that? There were no kids to wake. No parents to sneak in from but it seemed like the thing to do. You both pile into the bedroom and slam the door. Laughing and giggling abruptly echos through the house. I go to let the dogs out and I'm startled when I turn around to find her standing behind me her hands covering her breasts, the jacket obviously tossed in the bedroom somewhere. She smiles and says I'm gonna need that as she starts undoing the buttons on my shirt with one hand while covering her breasts with her arm. She struggles with the buttons as she bites her bottom lip. "Help a girl out, mister as she let her hand move to pinching and pulling her dark pointed nipples while I assumed the duties of removing my shirt. As I peeled it off my shoulders she said "You're a doll" as she lightly twisted my nipples and kissed me on the cheek. She then yelled "I got it!" as she ran back into the bedroom with a slam of the door.

Only then does it hit me. The house is a disaster or at least in my mind it is. I start folding blankets, throwing pillows, wiping counters. I grab a beat up shirt and throw it on, suddenly feeling a little self conscious. I open a bottle of wine I found lodged in the back of the fridge and light some candles I find laying around and as a browse Spotify you both come out of the room with little giggles. You laugh louder and say with your magical smirky tone, " I told you he'd be straightening the house." And give ma a lingering kiss, " My man and his OCD." She smiles as she picks up her glass of wine. " You've got him trained good. What other tricks can he do?" We all laugh loudly as we settle into our respective places on the couches spread through our living room. Me in my usual spot. You two on the couch across from me. You stretched out and gently ran your toes down her leg that was tucked under her her other leg hanging off the couch. You wearing a pair of my boxers and an old t-shirt. You are stunning. Not because of what you're wearing but because you are at ease. Truly relaxed. I could tell this night was what you needed. You had let your hair down like never before and it felt good. I did make note of your full breasts moving slowly through the thin fabric of the shirt. Practically transparent there was little to the imagination. As you sipped your wine my gaze moved across the couch to our guest. Her gaze moving back and forth as our conversation bounced among us. Who knew what we were talking about? Who cared? She seemed to be observing as much as she spoke. Instead letting us do the talking. Quietly she sipped her wine while swirling a strand of hair in her finger. My shirt swallowing her. Her fee leg bounced in what I could honestly perceive as the first hint of nervousness from her. No matter the nervousness it was not enough for her to not call me out when I realized she was not wearing underwear. Her full dark bush glistening with a heavy dew. "I hope you don't mind. I didn't wear any panties tonight." As looked up her smile met my gaze. I was busted. To break the perceived tension I simply said "Neither did I." We all laughed but she made to effort to adjust her position.

The conversation soon shifted to you two. More shared experiences. Similar things you wanted to do. Kids. Work. School. But as the wine found its way to the bottom of the bottle the conversation became more risqué. She shared how she had not been intimate with anyone in nearly 5 years with the exception of a few "courtesy blowjobs". You laughed at the thought of such a thing. She pointed out, "You know you've done it. He knows you've done it." With that I helped myself up and started to get the guest room ready. When I walked back in I walked into "Big dicks are overrated. I went through my size queen phase but there has got to be more. My ex, hung pretty good but couldn't keep it up and only had a few tricks up his sleeve. The alcohol probably had something to do with that but come on! AND what does a girl need to do to find a guy that truly knows how to eat pussy!" I cleared my throat to announce my presence. I chuckled as I noticed your cheeks slightly flushed but didn't expect what came next. You straightened yourself up on the couch and began, "Well my husband is magical. He doesn't have a big dick but he can fuck like a beast or love like an angel. It also doesn't hurt that he's an artist at eating pussy. I'd be crazy to ever give that up. I don't have much experience but I do know that." She smiled at me, "Sounds like you're fucking her right." What could I say? I was speechless. I never would have thought I would hear that come from you. With that I simply said. "It sounds like you girls are having some fun girl talk so I'm gonna call it a night. Our kiss was lingering and deeper than expected and as I went to bed she stood and gave me a long hug. One where her arms draped over my shoulders and she nuzzled in close. I wrapped my arm around her lower waste and squeezed her by instinct. Her curves settling in close her small breasts and hard nipples pressing into my chest. "He's a good hugger too."

I had settled in to my usual position semi-diagonal in the middle of the bed when you kissed me gently and lay beside me. Kissing my shoulders and neck before whispering you loved me and sweat dreams before snuggling close and throwing your leg over. I sighed contently. This was my happy spot. Then it changed. The bed shifted as a new body moved up my other side. My arm instinctively slid under her neck and pulled her close. It's was then I realized we were all without clothes. It was okay. We settled in close and soon all fell asleep. Surprisingly, it was easy almost natural.

GOOD MORNING

When I woke up the next morning the light had barely begun to shine under the curtain. Surrounded by warmth I moved to adjust my morning erection. As I did I realized it was firmly planted in her backside and sliding tantalizingly close to her full labia. This realization startled me awake but at the same time a had to fight to not jump and risk waking her or you. I slowly worked my way over to face you. God, you were already awake and grinning like a cat. " So how is it?"

"How is what?"

You give me your best stink eye before kissing me and giving me a series of silly faces. "Waking up with your dick in another woman's bush?"

" I don't know what you're talking about?" You laugh. "Uh huh!"

You grin as you stroke my throbbing cock rubbing her excess dew over my head. You slide down and nip at my nipple. " I guess we'll have to be extra quiet so we don't wake her." Where was this monster coming from? Who cares? I'm lovin it!

My wallflower wife had not only flirted with a little kink. This was a new woman. The amazing curves I knew and loved but with a new found embrace of sexual adventure. Of course that wasn't what I was thinking as you kissed down my chest and slowly milked my dick. I was thinking, " OMG she's about to give me head with a virtual stranger in the bed with us." Mind you this stranger was also naked. I did my best to not ruin the moment by laughing like Beavis.

You slyly smiled as you licked up the underside of my shaft and with one motion took my entire length continuing to roll your fingers around my shaft as your head slowly moved up and down. Soon you let out a low hum over my length as you pulled it out with a pop. "Good morning sleepy head. Early bird gets the worm." as you slap my dick across your tongue before giving it a few more tugs.

I started to slowly respond but sprang to attention when a soft purr came from my side, "Good mornin yawl. I see. I'm missing out on all the fun." Her lovely figure propped on one elbow, watching the show you were putting on, and slowly curling her fingers through the full tangle that hid her mound.

You resumed your motion and her fingers slid between her folds with its lips peeking out now. Pink, engorged and damp. She gave each rock hard nipple a pinch as she asked, "So are we sharing?" Releasing my cock with another pop you answered "If you want to." I couldn't believe it. This had to be a dream. My thought shifted to " Don't you dare wake up now" willing my brain and bladder to cooperate.

" I wasn't talking to you." she said with another coo. As she gave each nipple another twist and kissed me for the first time. "I was asking him if I can have you." as she turned her gaze to you.

You slowly milk my attentive cock as you reply, "I've never been with a woman."

" Neither have I." she replies with a giggle. The humor easing the tension and making you both more comfortable.

I look at you both, obviously fading to the background of this debate. She was asking my permission but the question was ultimately aimed at you.

It was like you snapped back to the woman I knew. "We can try but I can't make any promises." Her response just as business like, "Same here." And with that the deal was struck. My wants and desires secondary. My dick a tool you two could use to explore each other. You both were eager students as I helped you figure out what each of you loved.

In return I got to watch your bodies meld together. Your amazing curves and light complexion glowing against her subtle curves and light olive complexion. You both dotted with freckles head to toe. I got to see you explore each other. You had similar preferences as you both paid allot of attention to each other's nipples as the courage to explore further downstream grew. Surprisingly you found the courage first and I soon watcher her lay back and lock her fingers in your hair as you explored around her mound with your fingers and tongue before sliding both through her folds. Her head rolled back, her grip loosening as you found your target and zeroed in. Soon she began to tremble and your pace picked up. Only pausing long enough to remind me to "Help this girl out. Her nipples are feeling very neglected." The student was now the teacher. I listened dutifully. Who was I to question? I positioned myself giving each nipple plenty of affection with my lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers. Her tones of passion and your hums of enjoyment quickly building. She shook almost violently growling "Don't fucking stop! Please don't fucking stop!" She kept one hand in your hair. Fingers tangled mercilessly. The other hitting by back as my attention was squarely on her chest. "Look at me she commanded. Come up here and look... at... me!". I did as I was told and was rewarded with looking into her dark and emblazoned eyes. Her breathing quick. She then took her free hand, grabbed my neck digging her nails in and passionately kissed me before pushing me back as she shook uncontrollably and sounds I can only describe as demonic escaped her lips. Your hums letting me know you too had enjoyed the ride. Her demons now exercised she began to laugh and whisper, "Fuck... okay okay okay" as she pulled you up and across her body then kissed you the same way she had kissed me moments earlier. As you moved across you kiss me deeply lingering to stare in my eyes before sliding to my opposite side. We all sat in silence before unanimously started to chuckle. She slid out of the bed and once again through my shirt on but neither tried to button it or cover her exposed self. She like you was a work of art as she turned and asked if she could make some coffee. We both offered to do it but she insisted we stay close and enjoy each other. You reminded her to not be gone too long. "We still have business to take care of." As you smiled at me and gave my thigh a squeeze. After she left the room you squeezed even harder and said, "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Oh my God. Really?"

" How do you feel?"

" That was amazing! I felt like I had control and was bringing her so much pleasure."

"It certainly seamed like you were."

"It felt good. And I love ya babe and I've grown to love all of you including how you taste but she tastes so good."

Just then she returned. Slid off the shirt and crawled up the bed and between us. Kissing us both softly before stretching her arms around us both.

"Coffee is brewing. I heard something about 'business to attend to'."

You answer in your typical way, "Well I was thinking maybe you two could... you know."

I smile and say " No I don't know. What do you want?"

"You're gonna make me say it?"

"Yep!"

She has started lightly laughing. To stop herself she straddles you and starts kissing your neck. Eliciting an immediate laugh. I say, "Yeah, you'll get that every time but the nipples are magic."

"Oh really?" Then she starts to kiss down your chest before pulling your right nipple into her mouth and licking around its pink edge.

Your only response a sigh and a hum of pleasure.

I ask again, "So what is it you want?" You glare at me, "I'm busy!" you feign as she slips from one breast to the other.

"Okay, I'll just sit here" I distain clearly an act.

You smile and within shuttering breaths say "Would you just hush and put your tongue between my legs."

I happily comply and as I position myself can't help but notice that as I find where I need to be I could, with very little effort, give her another brief taste and do. She giggles and briefly raises her mound, " Way too sensitive." she reminds me before continuing to focus her attention on you.

All our bodies have come together as she and I work together to please you in every way. She and I work together in this position for some time bringing you to several small orgasms but the big one eludes us. You're on the edge but we can't get you over. She then starts to move down your body. Sliding down my back as I continue to work your well kept folds. She kisses my back and shoulders before whispering in my ear, " Can I try?"

" Be my guest"and I kiss my way out along your thighs before she kisses her way in. Once again you two are bonded and I fade to the background. I am in awe as she picks up right where I left off. There must have been something about her touch. Before I knew it your legs began to shake as your head laid back and the deep breaths of satisfaction resonate through the room. You whisper, " That was nice. Thank you"

She kisses up your stomach to you now very erect and pink nipples before kissing you passionately.

"I'm not done with you. I have to blow your mind the way you blew mine. I'd like to try something if I may?"

You simply smile and give a nod of your head.

She looks at me and says "I need your help to try this."

"Tell me what you need."

"I need you to hold your wife. Kiss your wife. Just be gentle and let her lead the way. She'll let you know what she needs"

With that you moved over and kissed up my chest before kissing me passionately. Your legs spread over my thigh. Your mound slowly grinding into my leg. Your breathing going deeper.

As you begin to move I see her position her herself under you and have you lower your beautiful labia onto her waiting lips. I feel you shutter as we all begin to move in a passionate dance. Your movements natural and her responses to them magical bringing wave upon wave of charges through your body and shared with me through your kisses. Your breathing heavy. Your skin sticky as I can feel the ebb and flow of your chest rise. The soft curves I love so much draped over me. I move a wisp of untucked hair from your face and watch as your eyes remain closed, you bite your bottom lip and let out a barely discernible and deep "fuck" as you then press your teeth into my shoulder as you shutter and giggle with pleasure. You kiss me passionately and deeply taking a light nip at my bottom lip as you lift yourself away. Our embrace separated for the first time since we started down this path. Your beautiful blue eyes finally open. Still on fire for more... someday. Some other time. Once again you roll to one side and snuggle in as she styles on the other side. I kiss you both softly. No words are said. Right now, none need to be.

Soon I get up to make us coffee. I ask her how she takes hers. Shit, we just spent an incredible day, night, morning... whatever it was and I don't know how she takes her coffee. She replies, "J-Lo please. Light on the eyes but not very sweet."

I leave you two as you pull the covers over and start giggling like school girls again. I shake my head and excuse myself to make the coffee. I hear the shower turn on and when I return to the room I find you both in the shower. Lathering each other and still laughing.

You pull the curtain shut and say, "See, I told you we needed a bigger shower."

"I'll get right on that. By the way. Your coffees are on the bedside table." The song of two thank yous' in unison resonating from the shower.

The rest of the day not a word about the mornings events was said. Nothing awkward. Nothing uncomfortable at all. We had breakfast and chilled until it was time for me to run her back to her car.

As we drove she and I conversed like old friends. No promises were made. No commitments shared. But we were all thinking the same things. Where does this go from here? What is this? Was this a one time deal? I didn't have any of those answers but I knew I would not be opposed to more.

As she got out of the car she turned to me cupped my face in her hands and kissed me softly. " Thank you. Thank you for being a good man for your wife and to me. You don't know how much it means." With that she walked to her car only pausing to give a little wave.

I drove home in silence. I couldn't wait to pull you close and wait for the chaos that is our home to return.

The next week we were getting ready for another night out and probably desert and drinks at The Primrose. After all we were supposed to meet her there. Now if I could just find my favorite shirt.