Discarded

This is my first attempt at erotic story writing. I've embellished a little bit from the exact events to make it hopefully more enjoyable. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. Please feel free to comment, good or bad.

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It had been about six months since my last relationship. I'd been whining to my friend, who is straight, that finding a mature, single lesbian was like finding a needle in a haystack. I guess my weeks of complaining and flirting with her finally prompted her to call her old boss so I'd leave her alone.

Trisha is ten years older than me, and I'm thirty-five. She owns a small software company that's supposedly working on something big and innovative. When we first met, she was evasive about what she did. I don't know why, but eventually she started talking to me about it. We did the usual dinner, lunch, and coffee dates.

We dated for about two months before we made love. I know that seems like a long time these days, but we both are busy with our careers, and the timing seemed to be off for overnight stays. She was the company CEO, and finding time to squeeze me in was a chore. She always seemed stressed, and eventually I discovered why.

When we finally made love, it was a long weekend, and we never left my house. Trisha was an amazing lover. I was used to women my age and younger, and it was always fast and furious. Trisha, on the other hand, liked to go slow. We'd spend more time with foreplay and afterplay than we did trying to reach our climaxes. I think that's because we were so close to the apex when we finally did let each other orgasm; it was earth shattering. When we eventually stayed at her place, I was amazed and delighted with her toy collection. She had a collection that would have rivaled a small porn store's inventory. A multitude of types, sizes, and colors, enough to make your head spin as well as take you to the moon.

After that first weekend, we were officially a couple, spending weekends at each other's place, going on dates, traveling together, and after two years together we decided to get married. During that time, well, I mean, I rescued two middle aged Golden Retrievers, who stay at my place because I have a backyard. I knew Bunny and Hannah because they lived next door to me. My next door neighbors were a sweet married couple with two adorable children. Sadly, their father got transferred to Korea, and they couldn't take the dogs, so I adopted them.

Since I knew the pups and the family, I decided to take them in instead of having them dropped off at a shelter. The family was very grateful, especially the kids, because they could watch the dogs on my security system. I have a couple of cameras outdoors, and I gave them the password for one of them. They also gave me enough money for at least a year of kibble, along with money to cover one vet visit each. I thought that was above and beyond and sealed the deal.

When Trisha finally proposed, we took our time, planning our wedding along with the honeymoon. We debated back and forth over every minute detail. At times I thought we were going to call the whole thing off, but Trisha would get me in bed, and everything would be alright. We eventually finalized our plans last Spring for a December wedding and a honeymoon doing a Christmas Market cruise on the Rhine River. Life was perfect then this past Summer, Trisha hired a new programmer for her business.

At first, Trisha would talk about the girl like she was a complete idiot, wondering why she'd hired her. Then, within a couple of weeks, the girl seemed to figure things out. That's when Trisha brought her home one Friday night to have dinner with us. I was already at Trisha's condo debating what we'd have for dinner when Trisha and her nineteen your old bimbo walked in.

I say bimbo because she looked the type. Tall, maybe five foot ten, big boobs, blonde, and way too much makeup. I assumed they'd come directly from Trisha's work and was surprised by how provocatively Bambi the bimbo was dressed.

I was about to say something about unannounced guests when Trisha took me aside and whispered that Bambi had been dying to meet me since she saw some of the pictures of Trisha and me in her office. I calmed down slightly when Trisha said she'd ordered dinner on the way from my favorite little Thai place. Still, she could have called me and let me know; I could have been cooking something special.

So, I poured some wine, and we sat in the living room as Bambi told me her life story and how much she'd been wanting to meet me. She complimented the two of us as we sipped. ( Yes, I poured her a glass since Trisha was going to get her an Uber to take her home later ) Telling us how lucky we were to find each other, what a nice home we had, and various other bullshit.

When dinner finally arrived about an hour later, we'd each had two glasses of wine, and my disdain for Bambi had softened slightly. However, Trisha was enamored with the tall blonde minx and just sat there smiling, and I think undressing the girl with her eyes.

Dinner was great; The Pad Thai, Tom Kha Gai and Pad See Ew were amazing as usual. Of course, by the end of dinner we'd all killed another two glasses of wine, and what negative thoughts I had about Bambi had pretty much vanished. Mostly because during dinner she kept telling us the food was too hot, fanning her mouth and unbuttoning buttons on her blouse, gradually exposing more and more cleavage.

I noticed Trisha almost drooling as Bambi unbuttoned the last one. If she'd undone one more, I think Trisha would have climbed over the table and sucked one into her mouth. All this time I'd been with her, she'd never mentioned a breast fetish. I thought my thirty four b's were enough for her since I'd never heard any complaints. This was an eye opener for me; well, Trisha's reactions and Bambi's monster mammaries too.

With dinner complete, Bambi insisted on doing the dishes. Which was nice, but there wasn't much to clean up since it was takeout. Trisha excused herself to use the bathroom, which left Bambi and me to clean up. We took everything to the kitchen, and I showed her where the trash can was under the sink. I opened the cabinet door and pulled out the trash can so we could fill it. I went first, dumping napkins and things that couldn't be recycled, then waited for our guest to drop what she had. With that complete, I put the can back and closed the door, then turned to walk out. That's when Bambi blocked my path. I'm five foot four, and Bambi practically towered over me. She looked down at me with a sly grin and asked if I liked her boobs. I mean, they were right there in my face.

I looked up at her and told her I did, which was true, I did, despite them being huge and fake looking from my perspective. Then she said, "Touch them. I know you do, and it's fine. I like them being touched by cute older women."

I was taken aback and politely declined, telling her, "Trisha and I are a couple; we've got wedding plans, Bambi. I don't think that would be a good idea."

Bambi giggled, then said, "Well, okay. But you're missing out, sweetie. I know if I said that to Trisha, she'd be all over them. I've noticed the way she looks at me in the office and especially here during dinner. Aren't you a little bit wet thinking about them? I know I am thinking about you and Trisha playing with them. Talk to Trisha, I'd love to have breakfast with you two in the morning. Just consider me your dessert for tonight. You won't regret it, I guarantee, babydoll."

I couldn't believe this nineteen year old was talking like that to me. I sort of liked it, and I was a little afraid too. That's when Trisha walked back in and caught us talking.

Trisha looked at us, and by the tone of her voice I could tell she was a little miffed seeing me standing so close to Bambi and my face almost in her boobs.

Trisha asked, "What are you two up to? Breast inspection, Emma?"

Then Bambi answered, "I asked her if she wanted to touch, and she refused, Trisha. I bet you won't, will you?"

Bambi turned to face Trisha, causing Trisha's eyes to nearly pop out of their sockets. It was like she was under a spell as she reached up and began fondling Bambi's tits. My jaw dropped, surprised my fiancé would do something like that, especially right in front of me. I stood, stunned and a little envious as Trisha manhandled those giant orbs while I stood there watching.

Bambi looked at Trisha with a devilish grin and said, "Invite me to stay the night, Ms. Morgan, and you two can have your way with me. All weekend if you'd like."

I was about to say something when Trisha turned to me and said, "We need to discuss this, Emma. Follow me."

Trisha led me out of the kitchen as Bambi stood there grinning. We went to her bedroom, and I couldn't believe Trisha was going to invite her to stay. She rationalized that we were both giving up our sexual freedom soon, and one weekend of lust and debauchery would be good for us.

I was torn. I thought we were a couple. Her argument was thin at best, but I was aroused, and the thought of playing with those boobs was tempting. I'd never had a three way and if we got married, I didn't think I ever would. I'm a one woman gal and would honor my vows. I told Trisha that I hadn't planned on staying the night. Bunny and Hannah were expecting me home, and I couldn't leave them overnight. Trisha said I could go after our first orgasm, or I could just go home now, and she'd fuck Bambi tonight; I could come over in the morning and the two of us would fuck her. So, I half heartily agreed to join Trisha in a three way with Bambi and then go home to the pups.

When we walked back out, the little slut was already stripped down to her lingerie. Black corset, stilettos, lacy black boy shorts, hose, and a huge grin on her face. God, she looked hot! As soon as Trisha saw her, she whispered to me to go turn down the bed. I did as requested, returning to her room and prepped for a night of who knows what. I had started to undress, but when my two companions walked in, right away Bambi started making demands.

She started off with, "Emma, baby. I'll undress you after Trisha, sweetie. Then I'll get to you when she's all nekkie. I want both of you to stand by the side of the bed while I remove your clothes. When I'm finished with you both, then you two can undress me."

Trisha was already by my side before Bambi finished her instructions. She looked giddy, like a little girl getting to see Santa Claus for the first time. I stopped what I was doing and stood there as Bambi approached first and removed her blouse, taking her sweet time about it, laying it on the dresser. She'd grin and talk about how yummy Trisha's mature body was. I could see Trisha becoming more anxious as each piece of clothing was meticulously removed by Bambi. Sometimes Bambi would kiss Trisha's cheek or slide her finger over the newly exposed skin, creating goosebumps on my lover. When Bambi was finished, she took Trisha in her arms, and they kissed, long and deeply, leaving me standing there patiently waiting. They did look hot together as I was growing more anxious waiting my turn.

When Bambi left Trisha, she looked down at me, licking her lips, not saying a word. The room was silent as each stitch of clothing vanished from my body exactly like that had with Trisha.

Occasionally, Bambi would purr as more skin was revealed, while she lightly touched me, causing shivers along with the goosebumps. When she lowered my panties, she grinned when she saw my bare bush. She looked up at me and commented that she loved how my lips looked. With Trisha, she complimented the little trim job I'd given her the previous weekend.

With the two of us naked, Bambi said it was our turn to prep her. She stood, holding her long blonde hair up, as I unhooked the fasteners from the rear of her corset while Trisha removed her panties and stockings. Trisha took a little extra time to fondle the girl's long, taut legs and admire her shaved vagina.

When all of us were nude, Bambi told us to stay, as if we were dogs. She climbed into the middle of the bed, resting back on her heels, waiting for us. Our next command was to get on either side of her so we could play with her boobs.

I didn't believe how fast Trisha moved once she had permission to play with Bambi's tits. She took the short route while I had to walk around the end of the bed. Before I started playing with those cantalopes, I reiterated that I wasn't staying the night because of Bunny and Hannah. Bambi just shrugged her shoulders in indifference while Trisha nodded her head, her lips still sucking Bambi's nipple.

I took my place on the bed at Bambi's side and bent down to begin my task. I felt Bambi's hand press me tighter to her, almost smushing my nose against her. She then said, "That's my girlies. Suck those babies, lick and play with them all you want, ladies."

I didn't like Bambi when she walked in the door, being here, sort of coerced into pleasing her, didn't sit well with me. However, much to my surprise and delight, I was enjoying her boob. I'd never been into huge breasts, but this wasn't that bad, and I found myself enjoying it. So, I did what I was instructed to in order to make Trisha happy, and the side effect was a nice little tingle inside me as I became more and more aroused.

Our breast worship session lasted maybe ten minutes. Then Bambi decided she'd had enough and wanted me to go down on Trisha while she watched. Trisha seemed disappointed but released the girl's tit and lay down on the bed, spreading her legs in the process, waiting for me to attend to her.

Bambi moved to the foot of the bed to watch as I moved between Trisha's lovely thighs. I know what Trisha likes, so I began to give her my undivided attention. She was obviously already aroused, so my attention to her clit would probably get her off quickly. Think Bambi must have realized this and moved up to the head of the bed and began Queening my love.

She moved over Trisha, facing the wall and holding onto the headboard. When she was in place, Bambi slowly lowered herself over my anxious lover. Then she started moving back and forth as Trisha's tongue met the girl's pussy.

Bambi's movements and words told me she was the boss of Trisha now. She kept complimenting her tongue, how good she was at licking pussy, along with a few other choice statements. My efforts between Trisha's legs just enhanced Trisha's experience under Bambi and made her cum sooner than I thought she would. When the two of them climaxed, I had to move out from between my lovers' legs or get my head crushed, it was that intense of an orgasm.

When Bambi finally rose off of Trisha's face, Trisha was spent, and girl goo covered her mouth, nose, and cheeks. Bambi looked down at her and told her what a 'good little pussy licker' she was, and that made Trisha beam. I was sitting back on my heels watching the interaction when Bambi turned to me and said it was my turn.

She told us to switch places, so I waited for Trisha to move, then I laid down wondering what Bambi had in mind. This time, Trisha sat off to the side to watch as Bambi eased her hand over my pussy.

She grinned at me and said, "Oh my, baby. You're so wet, this is going to be fun." She lifted one leg and slipped between them, and right away I knew we were going to trib. I lay back and moved to help her get into position, waiting for her to start grinding. Bambi started slowly and sensually as she told me sweet words about how delicious I was. I began matching her movement as best I could until we shared that perfect spot.

Then Bambi began pressing into me as I watched those monster boobs bounce, and her toned abs roll like waves on the ocean. I liked watching Trisha when she and I tribbed, but with Bambi it was a work of art. Her body was made for this, and her endurance was impressive. She'd gradually take me to the edge and then back off, grinning each time and telling me I wasn't ready to cum for her. She'd call me her babydoll and other sweet names, which was weird coming from someone almost half my age. But I was enjoying her words and the feelings inside me.

Now and then I'd glance at Trisha, who was rubbing herself as she watched Bambi move against me. I didn't blame her, if I was going to judge Bambi by this alone, she'd get five stars. But there was more to her than a hot body and the ability to fuck like a rabbit.

When Bambi was getting close to her second orgasm she finally brought me to mine and we came together. I squirmed and spasmed while she slowed down, rubbing against me. When she came, it was more impressive than what she had with Trisha, if I were to judge. When Bambi calmed a bit, she leaned forward, sweat beading on her forehead, and whispered how much she loved fucking me. Then she moved so we could kiss, which surprised me.

Her tongue found mine, and we kept at it until Trisha coughed to get our attention. That's when Bambi eased herself from me and moved to kiss my lover. I was a tiny bit jealous, because that was the best tribbing I'd ever had and I wanted more of Bambi.

However, I recalled Hannah and Bunny at home probably worried about me and when I'd take them out to pee and say goodnight.

When Trisha and Bambi broke their kiss, I told them I hated to leave, but I needed to get home to the pups before they pee or something worse in the house. Trisha didn't seem too disappointed when she kissed me goodbye. Bambi, however, pleaded with me to stay, which was a complete turnaround from her attitude earlier. I thought maybe I was a good fuck and she'd prefer me over Trisha. But I really didn't care for her, and I do love those two dogs.

I kissed Bambi goodnight, dressed, and locked the front door behind me. Before I closed it all the way, I heard Trisha exclaim, "Oh, fuck Bambi, yes, please!"

I had no idea what they were doing, and something inside me said I didn't want to know.

When I arrived home, the girls greeted me like I'd been gone for days, something I loved and always look forward to.

I played with them for a few minutes, then took them out to potty and tucked them in their beds before I went to my room to take a shower and go to sleep. It was difficult to nod off, my heart was racing as I thought about the events earlier with Bambi. She was a hottie, but that giving orders thing wasn't for me. However, Trisha seemed to eat it up and fawn over the bitch. Maybe because she bosses people around all day, she needs someone to take charge away from work. I did wonder what it's going to be like Monday when they return to their regular routine.

Saturday morning was normal, up early to feed the girls, let them do their things, then back to sip my coffee and do my word puzzles. After that, I made breakfast, ate, and then took my loves on a long walk around the neighborhood.

Back home, I started some laundry, vacuumed, which seems like a daily chore with Goldens, and took them outside to brush them and let them play fetch. As I was playing with them, my mind wandered back to the Bimbo and Trisha. I wondered what would happen if people found out about their new relationship. Then what about Trisha and me getting married? I could put up with them fucking a few times, but I didn't know how far Bambi the bimbo would take it. We'd already paid our deposit for the cruise, and I'd been taking Bunny and Hannah to daycare twice a week for their mental health and to get them used to being there. If I had to cancel our trip due to the slut, it had to be more than one hundred twenty days prior to the cruise, then I'd only be charged a minimal fee. Then I thought I could just go on the cruise alone.

As I sat there tossing the tennis ball, I had to laugh at myself for overthinking the whole thing. When Bunny dropped the tennis ball in front of me and started barking because I hadn't thrown it for her. I sighed, threw the ball, and tried not to be so negative. Trisha and I were in love, and this was just her being lustful with a hot body, getting it out of her system.

The rest of the weekend was routine, grocery shopping, walking the girls, and planning meals for the following week. I texted Trisha several times but didn't get a reply. That made me worry a bit more, but I wasn't at the panic stage quite yet. I thought about going over there to play again, but it didn't sit well with me.

I finally received a text from my love Sunday evening, wondering why I hadn't returned. Not a call, but a text. I calmed down a bit, then texted back a lie. I told her Bunny had thrown up and I was dealing with her issues and didn't feel right leaving them. Her reply was, 'Well, you missed the most amazing sex ever.'

Then she texted, 'Bambi is going to be back over in a couple of weeks, board the girls and stay with us.'

I told her I'd think about it, and that was the entire conversation.

The dark cloud that had entered my mind Saturday morning had returned, and I was not happy.

During July and half of August, Trisha and I did get together a couple of times without the little slut.

Trisha's excuse was that the big program thingy was going through Beta testing and she was in talks about marketing and maybe an IPO. Basically, she didn't have time for me. We talked, or rather, we argued about Trisha fucking the girl at every opportunity. I told her she said it was a one weekend thing to sow her wild oats one last time. Now it seemed like it had become a regular affair. She denied it all, telling me she had no emotional ties to the girl that it was just sex, and really great sex too. She did get defensive when I called Bambi a whore who was just using her. She also reminded me I could join in anytime. Bambi was wondering why I hadn't returned.

I was heartbroken and couldn't figure out a way of stopping it all. I didn't have Bambi's phone number, and I didn't know where she lived. I wasn't going to stalk her and confront her because I didn't want to go to jail if I got upset and did something to her.

I did get a couple of voicemails from Trisha's office phone from Bambi asking me to meet up with her without Trisha. She loved how we fucked and wanted to play some more. That pretty much told me Bambi was no good. I thought about telling Trisha but didn't think she'd believe me.

The last weekend in August, things came to a head, or rather, a decision was made. It was a Saturday, and I'd gone to the store for groceries. When I returned, I noticed someone had been in my house. The girls were outside when I knew I left them in. When I set the bags of food on the kitchen table, I noticed a set of keys and an envelope along with a box of my personal things from Trisha's place.

My heart sank, I had a good idea what it was all about.

I opened the envelope and read it. Trisha broke up with me, she came over using her key, got what little personal items she'd left here, and left my house key along with the things I'd left at her place. It also said I could toss her house key because she had the doors rekeyed. Trisha said she didn't like my attitude towards Bambi and that she was glad she discovered how closed minded I was before we got married. She was going to get her cruise deposit back because the wedding was off. She also said she deleted and blocked my phone number, so I shouldn't bother calling.

After I read it all, I thought I was going to cry. Instead, I took the girls out to the yard and threw the ball for them until they were exhausted. Then I went inside, put the groceries away, and poured myself a glass of wine. I emailed the cruise line requesting my deposit back, hoping they wouldn't keep too much of my deposit.

I spent a lot of September wondering if I was a prude and if I should have hooked up with Bambi and become under her control as Tisha did. It took some time for me to realize I was my own woman and nobody bosses me around.

It was mid October when I was at the gym running on the treadmill that I felt vindicated for not liking Bambi. A couple of the televisions were all on news channels, and when I looked up I saw a story about insider trading and some other charges being brought against some software company. I didn't pay particular attention until they flashed the company's name across the screen. Then it hit me, that was Trisha's company. The televisions don't have close captioning, so I had to watch without knowing what was being said. However, I did see Trisha and Bambi being led away in handcuffs, trying to hide their faces from the cameras. I wondered if the bimbo talked Trisha into something illegal and they got caught.

I actually felt a little sorry for Trisha and wondered if I'd get a call from the feds at some point. Then I thanked myself for being 'closed minded' which I'm not, and smiled the remainder of the day and for quite a long time after.