Kirsty possessed a carnal appetite the likes of which I never thought possible outside the covers of an erotic novel; it was quite simply, glorious! We seemed a perfect match and our steamy affair showed no sign of flagging.
My infatuation with Kirsty had turned into genuine affection and tonight, I told her that I loved her, the words that she had been longing to hear.
So, after six gruelling weeks of servicing Kirsty's challenging sexual demands, and just when I thought our romance could reach no higher zenith, Kirsty dropped a name into our conversation that effected even more excitement in our lives.
We were enjoying a Saturday evening at home. Kirsty was being her usual teasing self and looking ravishing in a simple, grey button-through dress, that gave her the persona of a school teacher – and what a teacher!
"You know, Pete, until we met I had never known true happiness. Even the joy on my wedding day was nothing like the pleasure we have now."
"That's all in the past, sweetheart." I comforted placing a hand on her thigh and sensing the gratifying thrill of a stocking fastening, a singular sensation that momentarily dispelled any doom-laden thoughts that lingered about our age difference.
I gazed longingly at her hint of cleavage and mused on the tantalising glimpse of lingerie straps, wondering what they might be attached to.
I had often asked Kirsty to wear a particular outfit for me, with of course my choice of accompanying lingerie, but tonight the selection had been hers, which led me to suspect that her lingerie was new, and bought without my knowledge. My reverie was disturbed.
"Have I ever told you about my friend Cathy?"
"No, I can't recall the name."
"Well, she's the office manager, a few years older than me but still a very striking lady, you wouldn't believe how sexy her body is. It was Cath that got me working out at the gym when I was overweight - long before we met.
Anyhow, Cath became a crutch for me, always there to lean on, always ready to listen to my woes and offer advice, and lend a helping hand. She was a real friend."
"If we ever meet I shall have to thank her for turning you into the sex-crazed woman I'm in love with." I nuzzled Kirsty's neck.
"It's funny you should say that, Pete, because I've asked her around this evening to meet you. Hope you don't mind."
"Of course not. I look forward to meeting another lady with a fabulous body." My hands strayed to Kirsty's full breasts.
"But, have we got time for ...!
The door chimes interrupted.
"Answer your question. Hey what's all this, you horny bugger?" Kirsty said grabbing my crotch as she rose. "Save it for later, I've got plans!" Kirsty went to admit her friend.
I got to my feet and adjusted my stiffened penis.
From the hallway there was the sound of whispering - presumably something that wasn't for my ears. This was quickly followed by feminine laughter and the appearance of Kirsty and Cathy, linked arm in arm.
Kirsty hadn't understated her friend's glamorous image! Cathy did indeed have an eye popping figure, which was crowned by her short, blonde hair, styled and flicked to project at all angles and, like Kirsty's, it reeked of expensive maintenance!
Side by side these two women looked stunning and sexy.
Cathy's elfin-like form and grace was displayed to perfection by an extremely tight, short skirt coupled with a green camisole top and highlighted by dark stiletto heels. The fine silk accentuated her breasts leaving a compelling shadow on the material where her nipples jutted. I was brooding on this apparition when Kirsty's voice broke across my silent appraisal.
"Pete, I want you to meet Cathy, my best ever friend. Cath, this is the man who has changed my whole life."
"Hello, Peter, Kirsty's told me all about you. In great detail, I might add." She said winking an eye.
"Really, not everything, surely!" I joked.
I stepped forward, trying desperately not to glance at her breasts bobbling carelessly as we shook hands. Their sheer audacity and movement indicating a total lack of support; a theory that was born out when one of the flimsy straps slipped from her shoulders. She came closer and kissed my cheek.
"Oh, yes, everything," She said looking me directly in the eyes and lifting the strap back into place. "I am so pleased you're making my darling Kirsty happy!"
The women hugged in tacit agreement.
But the implication and directness of Cathy's words were unsettling. I wondered, was she privy to all our sexual activities?
"Don't look so embarrassed, Pete. Cathy loves to hear all about our salacious details." Kirsty was really piling on the discomfort. "Don't you, Cath?"
I looked at Kirsty.
Speculating on what specifics had been shared? What aspects of our relationship had been put under the sexual microscope? And, whether I should be feeling proud of myself?
There was further smalltalk and the women made themselves comfortable on the settee, again linking arms and holding hands – an image I found not only compelling, but strangely erotic.
Cathy was having trouble keeping the hem of her skirt low enough to maintain her modesty – not an easy task – so she finally decided to sit with her feet tucked beneath her.
After I'd handed out the drinks and we'd toasted one another, I settled into an armchair to enjoy my debauched and hedonistic vision of two gorgeous women, who were so rapt and preoccupied with each other my presence was practically ignored. But that was immaterial. Just to be present at such a sybaritic exhibition of was sublime!
The conversation flowed as freely as the wine and I found myself becoming more and more enthralled at the sight and sound of animated, risque female chatter. It was staggering how Kirsty and Cathy were so at ease with each others physicality.
Was it a girl thing, or the wine feeding my fertile imagination, encouraging me to think the unthinkable about some close relationship they might have had, once!
I concluded it was too much wine and all that was happening was just two touchy-feely friends pleased to see one another. I also thought it wise to lay off the drink.
But I couldn't rid myself of the notion.
A concept so assiduous and ridiculous yet ...?
But, the seeds of supposition had been planted and were difficult to dismiss.
There was another feeling I couldn't shake off, the sense of being intimidated by these two lovelies and their flamboyant affection for each other. Their combined sexual appeal and seductive mannerisms led me to believe the pair of them were trying to consciously subjugate me! A pleasant, yet bizarre erotic experience I found myself enjoying, thoroughly.
Logically, how I arrived at such an idea I don't know but I determined not to fight the sensation and settled back to ogle Kirsty's skirt riding higher and higher, and the lovely Cathy cede to her hemline struggle by allowing it to remain at whatever height it found itself, regardless of modesty!
But my blatant leering was becoming too obvious. So, excusing myself on the pretext of fetching some ice, I went to the kitchen for some much needed cold water to cool my lustful thinking.
My lengthy absence was eventually noted by Kirsty who came in search. Throwing her arms around my neck she asked.
"Well, what do you think, Pete, Cathy's a real stunner, isn't she?"
I clutched her backside and brought her closer.
"Since you asked, yes, she is." I replied trying to be diplomatic. "But I wish she'd worn a bra and a longer skirt. Seeing you two sitting together is making me hot under the collar."
