My girlfriend Shelley and I engage in every type of sex we can, every chance we get. Shelley is a knockout. She has curly blond hair down past her shoulders, blue eyes, and thanks to being an avid marathoner; she sports a shapely hourglass figure with measurements of 38-24-38. Whenever we’re together, I have trouble keeping my hands off of her. Luckily for me, Shelley is also a machine in bed. Thanks to her physical conditioning, we seldom fall asleep before sunrise. Not only that, but being in her early 30’s, she feels she needs to make up for time lost while in a long, but mostly sexless relationship. That means I have a girlfriend who’s very open to suggestion.
About once a month, a large group of us descend on a local dive-bar in our little Podunk town. The group usually ends up being at least a dozen people, sometimes as many as 20, and we pretty much take over the place. One of the couples we met up with was Kyleah and her boyfriend Dutch. His name wasn’t actually Dutch, but we called him that because he had moved here from Holland less than a year ago. Kyleah is one of the few women that can go breast for breast with Shelley. She’s a little fuller in the waist, but when you’ve got red hair and 38 inch guns, guys don’t seem to mind a couple of extra inches. Plus, Kyleah is a very sexual young lady. Shelley doesn’t know, but while the two of us were “on a break,” Kyleah and I spent a very sweaty passionate night together. While neither of us wants to risk our current relationships trying to relive that night, we’ve both agreed that if there were a way to do it without consequences we wouldn’t hesitate. Kyleah also has a history with Shelley. Whenever the two of them are out together, they end up doing body shots off of each other. Shelley says it’s about drinking, Kyleah admits it’s about licking another girl.
This night started out like any other; pretty soon the two of them were doing tequila shots off of each other, and drawing a crowd of guys as onlookers. After a few rounds, things took an unusual turn Kyleah asked Shelley if she could kiss her. To my surprise Shelley agreed. I knew from talking to Shelley that she had never kissed another girl, and usually got offended if I brought it up. She’d ask me why wasn’t she enough for me. I would, of course, try to change the subject immediately or I knew I’d spend the evening masturbating. So when Shelley accepted the offer, I was pleasantly surprised. I was standing directly behind Shelley with my hands on her hips when Kyleah leaned in for her kiss. I felt her body stiffen up at first, but then she relaxed and really got into it. Kyleah pressed up against Shelley and pushed her back into me. Of course, Shelley’s wasn’t the only body stiffening up, and when I felt her ass press against my crotch, I did the only thing I could do, I grinded against her. This caused a Shelley to moan and grind back against me. She also took one of her arms, and wrapped it against my hip to keep the pressure against her backside. With her other arm she reached around and grabbed the back of Kyleah’s neck. I don’t know how long this little make out session lasted, but I took full advantage. I was able to feel up two sets of breasts at the same time. I was a little surprised and disappointed that Dutch stayed off to the side and simply watched. I had heard that the Europeans were much more open to swinging, but maybe it wasn’t his thing.
The night went on, and the two of them kissed a couple of more times. Nothing as big of a production as the first, but enough to keep Kyleah’s juices flowing. “You are such a lucky man,” Kyleah told me.
“All you got to do was kiss her, you have no idea how lucky I am,” I replied
