They say lightning doesn't strike twice, but I can honestly say, "sometimes it does." It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. My wife Kara and I had just finished lunch. I was going to hit the gym and then take care of a few errands that needed to be done. Kara, knowing that I tend to lose track of time when I'm out of the house, had invited her friend Michelle over to hang out and have a drink.
Michelle is a thin brunette with long hair and blue-green eyes. She's a very natural looking girl; I mean that in the best way. She rarely wears makeup, nor does she need to. Michelle is also someone Kara has grown quite close to. In fact a few months ago Michelle had introduced Kara and me to our first and only threesome or, as the French say, "ménage à trois." Since then their friendship has grown from casual pals to full-grown best buddies.
When Michelle arrived she was wearing a tight-fitting yellow tank top that made her dark tan really stand out. The spaghetti straps of her top cut across her delicate shoulders as her brown hair blew in rhythm with the breeze.
She knocked lightly on our front door.
"Hey there stranger. Come on in," I said as she peered in through the screen door.
"Hey there yourself," she replied as she opened the door.
I gave her a friendly kiss and hug.
"Hey hun' Michelle's here," I yelled to Kara as I opened the fridge to offer Michelle a drink.
"I'll take a beer if you've got one," said Michelle.
I cracked open a cold one and handed it to her.
"What? Am I drinking alone?" asked Michelle with a smile as she put down the small shopping bag she was carrying and took a seat at the table.
"No, I'm sure Kara will drink with you, but I'm heading out for a little while," I replied.
"Oh, you're going to let us two ladies get into trouble all by ourselves," said Michelle.
"That's what I was hoping for anyway," I said with a smile.
"Yes, he's going to the gym," Kara said as she entered the room. She was wearing a long green sundress that tied behind her neck. "Then he's going God knows where. He always does this and leaves me alone for hours," she said.
"You know you would leave me Kara if I didn't have this rock hard body," I jokingly replied.
Kara opened the fridge and took out a bottle of chardonnay. She poured herself a glass. "Well, this time at least I have company," she said as she raised her glass toward Michelle.
"Yes, we'll have some girl time while he goes and does his manly things," said Michelle.
"This will be nice for you girls," I said. "You can paint each other's toenails and give each other manicures."
"Whatever!" cried Kara with a playful frown on her face. "I can assure you we'll have more fun than you."
"I'll try not to be too long honey," I said. "Just the gym and a few errands, I promise." I kissed Kara goodbye and headed for the door.
"Try not to get lost," Michelle replied as I opened the front door.
"I'll try," I yelled back as I jogged to my car.
The drive into town took about ten minutes. I pulled into the gym's parking lot, headed past the front desk, and made it all the way to my locker before I realized I had left my gym bag at home.
"I'm such an ass," I thought to myself. I guess I was so involved in conversation it totally slipped my mind to grab my gym bag. I even remembered exactly where I left it, on the counter next to the fridge. I put it down when I opened Michelle's beer and I guess I never picked it back up.
Embarrassed I headed out of the gym and back to my car. I drove quickly out of town and back to my house. I figured if I were quiet enough the girls wouldn't hear me and I could save myself some embarrassment.
I pulled up in front of the house and quietly walked across the lawn to the front door. I pushed against the door, but to my surprise it was locked.
"That's weird," I thought. I knew I had left the door open when I left, but then again, sometimes Kara locks it when she's home alone.
Trying to be as stealth as possible, I took out my key and gently turned it. I heard the door unlock. I pushed the door open a crack and peered inside. The coast was clear so I tiptoed through the foyer and stopped at the kitchen. Thankfully the girls weren't there either. There was a half-empty bottle of wine on the table.
"Man, those girls like to drink," I thought.
I saw my gym bag exactly where I thought it would be. "I'll just grab it quickly and they'll never know I was here," I said to myself.
I took two giant steps into the kitchen and reached for my bag. I grabbed it with two hands and turned to leave, but just then I thought I heard a soft moan coming from the other room. I tried to convince myself I hadn't heard it. With all the willpower I could muster, I turned again to leave, but this time I heard a deep sigh. My curiosity got the better of me and I decided to investigate.
I walked through the kitchen. The sounds were louder now. I peered around the corner into the den. This room was also empty. The sounds could only be coming from one place now, the bedroom. A million thoughts raced through my head. I had to see what was going on in that room.
The door to the bedroom was half-open. I slowly walked across the den.
I could hear my wife's voice moaning, "Oh God, Michelle."
As I peaked into the room I saw Kara and Michelle standing face to face on the other side of the bed. Their arms were wrapped around each other. My wife's back was to the doorway and I could see that Michelle's lips were gently kissing her neck. Kara's hands rested on Michelle's waist. Michelle teasingly kissed Kara's breasts through her dress. Her lips slowly pressed against my wife's dress first at each breast, then slowly to her stomach. Michelle kneeled and pressed her mouth against Kara's dress. Only a thin layer of fabric lay between her lips and Kara's pussy.
"Oohh," Kara sighed letting the sound escape from her lips.
Slowly Michelle stood up making her way back up my wife's body. She kissed Kara's chest, then up her neck. She gently bit her chin and then kissed her on the mouth. Their lips and tongues caressed.
