My wife and I were a team, a sexually liberated, fun loving team! And that was true even when I wasn't doing anything more than playing voyeur. Watching while some guy's, or gal's tongue drove Jodi in to orgasmic ecstasy, or seeing some stud's hard cock fucking her while she screamed for more wasn't just a total turn-on, it was great fun too! But, catching one of her winks as she held some lucky guy deep-throated always left me whooping enthusiastic encouragement. She loved playing to an audience, whether it was for me, one of my buddies from college, someone we'd just met, or with a roomful of swingers spurring her on. But what never happened, at least not before the night I'm writing about, was Jodi bringing a woman home for us to share. And being actively bisexual, hooking us up with a willing young lady was high on her list of things to do!
We'd been married a couple of years, and Jodi was working part time for her parents and taking classes at a local Junior College. And it was in one of those classes where she met Roberta. Only a few years older than us, she was a redhead, attractive, curvaceous, and as utterly insatiable as my wife. Married, she had two kids, and clearly wasn't getting what she wanted from hubby. At the time I was between jobs; so for a couple of months, we hooked-up every Thursday afternoon. Those wild afternoons kept more than my spirits up! The sex was hot and nasty alright; but unfortunately, it never included Jodi. But that's Ok; because, it's not the story I'm going to tell.
Never mind that redhead; also at school, Jodi found herself a new fuck-buddy. And Mike, according to my sexually liberated young wife anyway, delivered big-time! He lived across the street from the College, in an old house that had been converted in to small apartments. Jodi spent quite a bit of time there, getting high, and of course getting her brains fucked-out. Good for her I figured, and besides I loved hearing all about her erotic exploits. Of course it wasn't all sex, and in that big house's common living room, she met Tammy. And Tammy is the young lady this tale revolves around.
I was still hearing all about Jodi's ongoing fuck fest with Mike; but then, I began hearing more and more about her new friend Tammy. At nineteen Tammy was four years younger than Jodi. And of course my mischievous wife was only too happy to tell me what a fox the curvy blonde with the dazzling smile and big blue eyes was. So sure I was curious! And keeping my fingers crossed, I just couldn't help asking, and that would be repeatedly, if they'd hooked-up yet. Nothing was happening, but Jodi wasn't about to give-up! And when Jodi told me that she thought she'd have a better chance of getting down with Tammy if it flowed out of a ménage à trois; well, I was up for that! So while Jodi preached patience, I told myself that good things come to those who wait...and tried to believe it!
On a rainy afternoon, Jodi called to tell me Mike had canceled their after school date, but that she'd been partying with Tammy. I didn't ask if she'd gotten lucky. If she had, she wouldn't have been calling! But, she was headed home; even better, Tammy would be following her. When she volunteered to pick-up dinner along the way, asking me what sounded good, I suggested a can of whipped cream. At least she giggled, before telling me, "OK then, Chinese it is!"
The ladies came storming in, whooping with laughter and looking thoroughly drenched. They'd stopped for Chinese, and a passing truck had swamped them under a towering Tsunami. So while they dried-off, cleaned-up, and changed, I was in our apartment's laundry room. Tammy's clothes were in the washer and dinner was on the table when Jodi led Tammy in to the kitchen. Tammy's shorter than Jodi, and the over-sized sweatshirt she had on was just long enough to leave me wondering what she was wearing under it. Jodi wore a mischievous grin, and a short, black silk robe. Well she'd left it loosely tied, and it was obvious the only thing under it, besides bare skin was an ass hugging black thong. I let loose with an appreciative wolf whistle; and then, feeling overdressed, I suggested cocktails.
The ladies were on their second round of jack and Coke, when I headed back to the laundry room. And of course, I was afraid that when I got back Tammy would slip right back in to her freshly dried clothes. But instead and when my toke holding wife jabbed a finger in the direction of the bedroom, and pushed a joint in to a shrugging Tammy's hand, I uncrossed my fingers. Then, with Tammy's clothes safely out of sight, I mixed another round of drinks, and then caught-up with that joint. By then, the only thing I wanted more than Tammy was not to blow it! So I chilled, followed Jodi's lead, and hoped for the best!
We talked, we drank, we listened to music, the girls giggled with ever increasing frequency, and the night wore-on. Well the giggling didn't stop even after Jodi began telling Tammy about me and Roberta. And while I blushed, and Tammy clapped excitedly, Jodi told her about the time she made it home in time to watch the final round of that afternoon's erotic romp. She explained to a wide-eyed Tammy that she'd sat on the edge of the bed, watching as I pounded out a fuck intended to leave Roberta's legs wobbling, and my dick limp. Well Roberta was bent over, holding-on to the edge of the bed, so Jodi just reached out and patted her ass. Well I'd heard her, "Do it darling," but it was too late! So she didn't get to watch me take Roberta's ass, something all three of us would have gotten a real kick out of. Instead, she had to settle for watching me pull out, and then decorate a "Bastard," squealing Roberta's ass with a hot load of cum.
Right on cue, tammy shrieked, "No way! Oh fuck, you two are totally unreal!"
Jodi, who had been sharing the sofa with Tammy, got up and walked around behind her, cooing a seductive, "Really...you think so?"
Tammy was peering back over her shoulder when Jodi reached down, took hold of the mystified looking girl's sweatshirt, paused to flash me a lecherous wink, and then yanked that sweatshirt up. It wasn't just a flash either! Nope, Jodi gave me a good long look at a very pretty set of creamy white, tantalizingly upturned, apple sized breasts, and a pair of duskily hued, delectably long, and stiffly erect nipples. Tammy turned to face me, thrust her chest out and giggled nervously. What she didn't do was move to pull that sweatshirt back down. But then she didn't need too; because, my impishly grinning wife did!
Thinking turn-about, when Jodi walked back past me, I reached out and grabbed her robe's tie. But a tug didn't pull it free; instead, the robe ended-up puddled at Jodi's feet. So, wearing nothing but a silky black thong, Jodi stood there, hands on her hips, grinning as her eyes bounced back and forth between mine and a once again wide-eyed Tammy's. And Tammy, well she only had eyes for Jodi, and who could blame her! I noticed, but figured Jodi and I were the only ones aware that a blushing tammy was licking her lips. Then, leaving her rove where it lay, and ignoring the playful swat I gave her retreating ass, Jodi flounced over, and giggling like a teenager, collapsed in to Tammy's arms.
