I read a lot of stories that the author calls TRUE or BASED ON TRUE INCIDENTS. All the incidents in the story actually took place although the timeline may have been altered a bit for effect. Enjoy!
Lily was an intern of mine. And, during the time we had worked together, my wife and I had become acquainted with her socially. She had an effervescent personality, enjoyed being with other people, and was usually the center of any social group. She was an attractive woman. Not gorgeous in the usual sense. She looked soft and plump like a Rubens model. She made no secret of the fact that she lived with her "partner" in their home in the California hills, but this didn't seem to prevent her from interacting socially with others—male and female. And, my wife and I speculated, perhaps even more intimately with some than others.
We had several parties at our home, which always included a lot of good food and a lot of good wine. At one of them, everyone started home as it grew late. Lily said she'd be happy to stick around and help us pick up. After only a little while, my wife stated that she had had too much to drink and needed to go to bed. As she excused herself, she winked at me and whispered, "OK! Here's your chance to ‘get acquainted' with Lily!"
I was a little surprised that my wife was suggesting that I put a serious move on Lily, but the possibility certainly was interesting. Lily and I picked things up and, since several of the bottles of wine were half full, sat down to polish them off. We began verbally teasing each other and, when I asked Lily if she'd like to become a little more intimate, she nodded questioningly toward the bedroom where my wife had gone to bed. I interpreted this to mean, "Not while your wife is around!" Later, I found that she was interested all right. Interested in including my wife in a little threesome. Had I only been more perceptive!
When Lily left and I went to bed, my wife was still awake. "Did you guys get to do anything?" she asked.
"No, Lily seemed a bit hesitant about doing anything while you were in the next room."
"She shouldn't have been. I was lying here thinking about you and her and playing with my pussy. If you didn't do her any good, why don't you see if you can do me a little good?" What followed was a long session of dip and diddle that left both of us exhausted and satisfied. I was surprised that my wife was so interested in my getting some "strange". Later I surmised that she was interested in something more with Lily.
Lily completed her internship and we had a nice reception-party in her honor. There was lots of wine flowing and all of us were in a celebratory mood. Her partner from California came for the party, which seemed to preclude any chance to get Lily alone. But, we did get acquainted with her and found her a very pleasant person.
My travels brought me into LA where Lily lived with her partner Rae. I called and she insisted that I come and spend the weekend with them. And, knowing she had a long-standing relationship with Rae, I certainly did anticipate anything taking place. Boy! Was I wrong!
Lily and Rae had a lovely home up in the hills with a pool, a large hot tub, and a lovely assortment of California wines. They were very casual about their dress usually wearing caftans or light house coats around. After a lovely dinner with a sampling of several wines, L proposed we take advantage of the pool. She advised me that there were two rules. One, you could not have a wine glass on the pool deck and there were plastic glasses for that. Two, no swim suits were allowed. Splash! There I was with a nice wine buzz, two lovely women, a hard on, and the frustrating knowledge that they were lovers. We splashed around as the sunset and the air became cooler when L suggested we do the hot tub thing.
My frustration continued as I sat in the tub with all that lovely stuff around me: bouncy breasts and nice full bushes. I even quit trying to hide my hard on. After a few more rounds of wine, we decided it was time to retire and I headed for the guest bedroom thinking that I would certainly have to pleasure myself if I was going to get any sleep that night.
I had hardly crawled into bed myself, when Lily came waltzing into the room still nude. I assumed she was there merely to wish me good night when she pulled back the sheet and crawled into the bed. "What about Rae?" I asked.
"She's OK. She knows I like fellas, too! So, shut up and kiss me!" I did, over and over, and in many different places. In short order, Lily had relieved all my tensions and, I thought, I had done fairly well by her. She kissed me good night and went back to her own bedroom.
The next day was more of the same: lovely meals, glorious wine, beautiful skinny dipping, and lots of cordiality. That night, I retired, wondering if Lily would reappear, of if I were to spend the night by myself when she surprised me again. Here she came with Rae and they both crawled into bed with me. We played and fondled and fingered and stoked and laughed and giggled until I was almost ready to pop a load just from the visuals.
And then Rae asked if I'd screw her! It had been some time since she'd been with a man, she explained, and she'd like to feel what it was like again. Lily thought it was a great idea and was eager to watch me poke Rae. I was eager to watch me poke Rae, too. My only regret was that it couldn't last for a much longer period of time because she was hot and sweet and tight and responsive. Exhausted, they returned to their bedroom and I dropped off to sleep like a rock.
When I got home and told my wife about all the carryings on, she was hot, but she was also disappointed that hadn't gone with me and we could have had a wild FFFM foursome.
We kept in touch. Who wouldn't? I visited Lily and Rae a couple of other times with much the same kind of delightful entertainment.
Several months later, Lily called to ask if we'd like to have her as a houseguest. We were delighted and quickly made arrangements. My wife and I talked about all kinds of erotic activities with Lily. She assumed that Lily would be eager for me to fuck her and suggested that, after a late dinner, she would plead fatigue, excuse herself and go to bed. That would leave me free to make a move on Lily and see what she was into.
Lily arrived and it was good to see her. We had a lovely dinner and, as planned, my wife exited. Lily and I continued to sip the wine and talk about "old times". After some parrying, I asked her if she'd like to have some company tonight, implying, I hoped, that I would be happy to share the guest bedroom with her.
Again, she nodded toward the master bedroom with a very quizzical look. I assured her that there was no problem, that J had no objection to my going to bed with Lily. Lily still seemed puzzled and uncertain. "I'm going to take a shower," I told her. "When I'm finished, if the door to the guest room is open, I'll know you want some company. If it's closed, I'll know you don't and that's OK, too."
