The Warmest Rae

Fawn had been a fortunate cosmic circumstance in my college biosphere. It was in the college pub, and she'd been playing the piano to some pop tunes on the sound system. I slid in next to her and started picking up the bass notes and she smiled over at me. Once the song was over, I introduced myself.

"James, Engineering. Pleased to meet you!" I smiled.

"Fawn, Accountancy. Likewise." She smiled back. Her voice bore a soft Scottish Highland lilt, and a glimmer in her likewise soft brown eyes that perfectly matched her straight brown medium length hair. I was all but captured.

"A beer, perhaps?" I offered.

"Perhaps. But just the one. I'm not much of a drinker." We got up from the piano bench together. She was on the tall side. Maybe half a head shorter than I was. A little North of 5'8", Nordic frame, natural DD's and perfectly curving hips. Stunning was an understatement, but in a sensible, comfortably elegant way.

She had come to the States to study. And I immediately determined that I intended to make her as welcome as I could. I wasted no time getting her info, and before long we were inseparable. As a graduate student, I had a small apartment off campus, and the night she announced that she'd prefer to stay overnight, is still a landmark moment to me.

If she looked close to perfection dressed. Naked, she closed the deal without peer. Pink water bottle cap sized aureolae tipped with gumdrop nipples that when teased, flicked the speed all the way up to hypersonic.

We mutually fumbled with the condom. She'd had some boyfriends and I'd had some girlfriends, but the gravity in the room was unmistakable. We melted into each other, the streetlight outside adding a glow like an aura to our first moment as lovers. The gravitas shifted into a gentle insistent energy as I pushed into the space below her neatly trimmed bush and felt a feeling I have yet to be able to escape, as she moaned my name and arched her hips up to meet me.

We were wed soon after her graduation. A few years later, I'd gotten the job as a research engineer at a company just outside Las Vegas. She passed her CPA exam on her first try.

The woman who hired her, honestly didn't look any older than she did. Rae Wright, was president and CEO of Wright Investment Management, a small company with a narrow and exclusive clientele. In fact, Fawn was just their fourth employee, but the reputation of the firm on the street had been unmistakable.

Rae was a dark-skinned woman of mixed Oriental heritage. Favoring form-fitting business attire. Skirts and jacket over blouse, and high heels that made her almost as tall as Fawn was, she spoke with confident authority. Purportedly having an IQ in the high 170's she self-identified as Lesbian, although there was no evidence of a partner, casual or otherwise. When subjects would turn to things of a personal nature, there was almost always the echo of an introverted awkwardness that I'd heard before from the very intelligent.

The other two employees of the firm were Frank. A bald middle-aged man, with persistent sweat stains and a bit of a beer belly, who nonetheless had connections virtually everywhere to get mostly anything done, and Dorothy, a slightly matronly woman who had been a cornerstone of the local real estate market for close to thirty years, and who had a talent for turning up the most lucrative bargains on a routine basis.

There was a rumor that despite the two of them being otherwise married to other people, there was also at least anecdotal evidence of a low-keyed friends-with-benefits arrangement. But I digress. Back to Rae.

Long straight black hair gathered back, dark almond shaped eyes, yogi's body with perky C-cups and a perfectly upside-down heart shaped ass, she looked like she'd stepped right off the stage of a K-Pop girl-band show. But when she was all business, she was all business! My initial impression was that Fawn was in good hands with Rae. I had no idea how true that would turn out to be.

Despite no lack of effort on our part, and despite normal and regular health checks for both of us, Fawn had yet to drop the Mommy Bomb. Nearly seven years since we'd stopped using protection and not so much as a close call. Our sex life was still hot and impassioned, but had begun to show some inevitable signs of a bit of understandable predictability, that could best be described as normal wear-and-tear.

We'd always been open about sharing fantasies, along with hopes and dreams. Life had hit a comfortable pace. Both our careers were established and doing well. But one Friday night, after we'd gotten home from dinner, we were cuddling on the couch watching Nextflicks, and out of the blue, Fawn brought up Rae.

"Rae wants to have sex with me." She blurted out.

"She what?!" I did a verbal double take.

"She wants to have sex with me." She confirmed.

"What? Did she make a pass at you?" I replied in disbelief.

"No. Not exactly. That's the funny thing. It wasn't like that at all. More like a preamble. You know the way she gets when she's talking about personal stuff... it was like that. Awkward in a way that kinda made me feel sorry for her." Fawn said.

"What did you tell her?" I asked.

"I said I'd talk it over with you." Fawn admitted quietly.

"Is this something you want?" I asked.

"I don't know. It's been forever since Rae's even been on a date. I feel bad for her. And... she is hot, right?" Fawn admitted.

"I don't know, honey. It's not like this has even ever been on your bucket list, or anything. Has it? And I don't know how I'd feel... sharing you." I replied.

"I know. That's why I'm talking to you about it instead of just doing it. I get the impression that Rae just wants to get her itch scratched, and she trusts me. You have to admit that things have gotten pretty predictable with us... Maybe this is worth just a try? One time?" Fawn asked.

"When?" I relented.

"I don't know. I'll find out from Rae... If she hasn't changed her mind." Fawn replied.

At least this hadn't been a set up. Part of me had been worried that this was already past the point of no return, and either I could agree to it, or it would go on behind my back anyway. Workplace romances were seldom a good idea, but Rae was a different situation. That much both Fawn and I knew.

The following Wednesday evening Fawn told me that it was to be Friday night, at Rae's place. It could be called off with no hard feelings. We both looked a little nervously at each other. It was clear we both had concerns about spoiling the broth. Maybe recognizing that was comforting to us each, as well. But there was an edge to it too in an adolescent Truth-Or-Dare kind of way.

"Okay. Fine." I eventually managed. Fawn just nodded affirmatively, and reached over to squeeze my hand.

Friday, we grabbed an early bite. Fawn stepped out of the shower looking absolutely radiant.

"Honey? I want you to get me ready. I want you to get me dressed." She said with that playful Highland lilt, holding out the lingerie set that she'd picked out for the night. I'd bought that set for her before we'd moved out West. She knew it was one of my favorites. She knew she looked killer sexy in it.

I could feel an unmistakable stirring in my loins as I took the skimpy undergarments from her. Here I was, getting my wife ready to have sex with another person. I could hardly get my head around it as I helped her into a lace bra and panty set that would make any guy's dick hard. Mine was.

She looked amazing, primping in front of the mirror for her date. It was almost as if I was looking at her in a way that I hadn't in a long time. In truth, that was exactly the case. She drew on a long shawl, gave me a peck on the cheek and an impish grin. "Don't wait, up, James." And just like that she was out the door.

The evening was long and fitful for me. We'd seldom spent an evening apart, and I found myself drifting in and out as the hours rolled by. A couple hours after sunrise I heard a car in the driveway and the front door opening. I feigned sleeping as I heard her creep into the room. I could smell something unfamiliar on her as she slid into the bed next to me, naked. It smelled like pussy and perfume. Just not her pussy, and definitely not her perfume. I looked at her ruined makeup, her eyes hungry as she mounted my hard cock.

"Fuck me, James. Fuck me. Fuck me! Fuck me!!" She intoned, as she rode me through three rapidfire orgasms without a letup. I looked up to see her gasping and moaning as she tugged savagely at her nipples and launched into a cock gripping release that nearly sucked the sperm from my cock.

Collapsing on top of me she buried her face against my neck, and I could feel the warmth of a tear there, as I felt her reach for my cum covered dick.

"Went well, did it then?" I managed. There was little point in attempting discussion, and it was late afternoon before we managed to break free from the bed.

"When?" I asked over dinner that evening.

"Next Saturday. There's a craft fair she wants to check out, and then..." Fawn finished vaguely, but we both knew what that meant.

Once. Sometimes twice a week Fawn would spend at Rae's place, always returning home insatiably horny.

"Are you like this with her?" I blurted out as she mounted me.

"Shut up and fuck me, James." She growled at me, driving my cock into her wetness, eyes glazing over in pleasure as she bottomed out and did that little thing with her hips that really got her off.

She never really talked specifics with me when it came to her trysts with Rae. She had taken to wearing a thumb ring which I knew was a gift from Rae. She said "What happens in Vegas..." And I felt that the same was true at the other end of the drive. I mean that while I knew Rae certainly got her motor running, I also knew that she'd return to me at full revs, and ready to go hypersonic. Something told me Rae was aware of that. I had little indication where that awareness was about to lead.

"Not seeing Rae this weekend?" I'd asked.

It was Saturday morning and Fawn was lounging in the bathtub. She kind of looked at me mischievously and giggled nervously. I heard the doorbell ring.

"Honey? Get that, will you?" Fawn asked sweetly from the tub.

I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was, when opening the door revealed Rae wearing nothing but a dark silken bathrobe, her hardened nipples doing their level best to punch through the fabric. Four steps inside the door and it was on the floor behind her as she followed Fawns voice toward the master bath. I could do little else but watch with my jaw dropped open, at the swish and sway of that perfectly sculpted ass as she made her way toward her lover, my wife.

I could see the light glint off the ring on Raes left thumb. I would later confirm that it was a twin to Fawn's, not that it would matter much as things turned out.

I followed behind like a little lovesick puppy as Rae kissed Fawn a passionate hello, gently teasing her breast as she climbed into the tub.

"I've missed you, darling. Have you missed me too?" Rae smiled and looked at me winking.

I watch the two women washing each other like some kind of spiritual ritual. It was as fascinating as it was arousing. The soap, the sponges, the flickering candles, the way they touched each other with a gentle intensity.

"Towels please, Honey?" Fawn finally looked up.

When I got back from the linen closet, they were locked in an embrace like two beautiful statues, kissing. I watched them dry each other off unhurriedly, and then Fawn led Rae to the sunroom. Rae was something to behold. Her perfect brown skin, augmented by her black hair, tufts peeking out from beneath her arms and a lush patch of darkness between her legs, barely tamed. Her nipples, small and distended, almost purple in hue. The room was warm and she sat on our oversized lounge, spreading her legs suggestively as Fawn knelt on the floor in front of her.

Rae's fingers combed through Fawn's hair, guiding her face inward. What she wanted was clear. Fawn shot me one sheepish look before wrapping her arms around Raes thighs and I knew things were heating up as Rae softly gasped as she quivered against my wife's tongue and lips.

Fawn obviously had this figured out. She was taking her time, but she was slowly driving Rae crazy. Rae's fingers were now locked in Fawns tresses as she rocked her hips in time with Fawn's tongue. There was no attempt at discretion, this was raw and alive. When she finally came it was with a low feral groan as her thighs shook and quivered uncontrollably until her orgasm finally subsided.

They cuddled for a few moments side by side now, kissing and fondling each other with a steadily increasing passion. Rae reached for an overnight bag that I had somehow missed. She produced an extremely realistic strap-on in what appeared to be a very expensive custom harness. Pulling Fawn up on all fours facing me, she squirted some lube on the dong and slid it easily into Fawn's pussy in one long smooth stroke. Fawn sighed and looked up at me.

Fawn's gaze locked with mine. Her big, sexy breasts swung free in time with Rae's measured stroking. Rae reached around to get to Fawn's clit, sending sexy shivers punctuating the epic fucking she was giving my wife. I watched as gradually Fawn's gaze softened, then lost focus, and finally, staring unseeingly at the cushion below her, I saw her arch up and cum, gushing like a hydrant all over the both of them. That was a first, as far as I knew. It was far from a last.

They had been going at it for well over an hour when Fawn pulled me over. Stripping my pants and shorts off, she had her mouth around my already hard cock when I felt Rae's lips on my shaft as well. Wait. What? My wife's Lesbian lover's mouth was on my cock and I could see Rae playing with her own clit while she did it. Obviously, this wasn't a hindrance for her.

The feeling was nothing short of stupendous. Two hot women working my shaft like there was no tomorrow. That's when things took a left-hand turn. Rae was back on the couch, harness now on the floor and her legs spread wide-open, her wetness, on full display for my eyes to feast on. Fawn was pulling me towards her by my cock. Guiding me forward she started to rub the head of my erection between the slickened lips of Rae's aroused pussy.

"Honey? You sure you know what you're doing?" I whimpered.

"Trust me. This is gonna be so hot." Fawn crooned in a sultry voice as she pushed against my ass until I was inside Rae.

Turning to Rae, Fawn kissed her and asked dirtily. "You like it, baby?"

"More." Was Rae's one word reply.

"You heard the lady." Fawn said lustily.

I thought to myself that I shouldn't be doing this; that it was all just a step too far, and we'd come to regret it when our heads were clearer. But Rae's pussy gripped my cock like magic. She was unbelievably tight, wet, and hot as embers. By the time I was all the way in, there was no going back.

Fawn's voice, hot in my ears saying "Show her, baby... bring it like I know you can." It was beyond dirty. Fawn was rocking back and forth in time with my thrusts, moving behind me, her big, firm breasts hot against my back and her hips glued to my ass. It was almost as if she were the one fucking Rae, and that's when it dawned on me. She was. Not that I really cared at that juncture. Rae was cumming again, and Fawn was moaning in my ear as she thrust her hips against my ass, setting my pace.

Fawn knew me. Knew I was close. I felt her reach around and grab the base of my cock, squeezing it. Was she having second thoughts? Was she trying to keep me from cumming? I could feel her lean into me, sweaty and out of breath, when she relaxed her grip and drove my cock as deep as it would go into Rae's quivering quim. Quite the opposite of trying to prevent my orgasm, instead she was trying to maximize it. I gushed uncontrollably into Rae's womb until I was entirely spent.

As I rolled free, I saw Fawn move in and slide a couple fingers into Rae's oozing pussy. Then, as if in a trance, she brought her spunk covered fingers to her mouth, licking them clean of our combined juices. Watching her move down between Rae's thighs, feasting on our secret sauce, it was too much. Fawn's ass was up in the air. Her lips made sloppy slick smacking noises as she ate Raes freshly fucked pussy. I was hard again. Fawn's pussy was singing to me. Roughly a half hour later I filled her hot quim as well.

The remaining weekend was spent in a tag-team sexual free for all that left all three of us closer, and happier than any of us had been in quite some time.

To say it was a well thought out, and expertly executed plan, would have been the pinnacle of folly and the apex of hubris. To say it was the only time it ever happened would also have been vastly incorrect. In fact, while the girls continued their one-on-one trysts, there were no shortaged of future weekends of sufficient unity and frequency such that Rae eventually turned up pregnant.

Not that that was anyone's stated goal, but it was also something we had come to agree upon by means of mutually not discussing it. As luck would have it, just about the time Rae was starting to show, Fawn announced that she too, was finally and firmly on the nest.

Maybe it was the "secret sauce" we made together. At least, that's my opinion on the matter. The evidence was certainly there, as by the second wave, despite it being more of a logistical challenge, it certainly wasn't something any of us were willing to forgo by then. Something which eased a bit more when we bought the ranch and moved in there together. An ounce of prevention being worth a pound of cure that none of us were having any of.

It was only after the arrival of our seventh baby that I convinced the girls to take more stringent precautions, figuring we had hit a good blend together and that raising the kids we'd already had should take precedence with making even more.

Which, of course, has never precluded rigorous practice. Just in case... you know.