After spending our whole lives living in the same city, my husband's job gave us a chance to move about as far away as imaginable. We were thrilled to have our first big adventure and in 3 short weeks we abandoned our whole lives and moved 5000 miles from home to Alaska. Before long we started to build a new life here. A new home, my new job, and new friends. I met a girl named Shell at my new job and in no time she was my closest friend. Her boyfriend Josh and my husband, Cameron, got along great too.
Cameron and I have an open marriage. As long as we clear it with the other person ahead of time, we've got a green light to do whatever we please. Though he loves to brag to his buddies that I'm cool enough to share him with other women, I have only told my very closest friends about our arrangement. Women aren't always as understanding of our situation. Somehow, after only knowing Shell for a few short weeks, I found myself telling her. From the very start our friendship was more like a flirtation. We joked constantly that I could borrow her boyfriend. We refer to Cameron as her future second husband.
Shell is the kind of girl that isn't just hot, she's sexy. Even worse, she's well aware of the effect it has on people. I've never seen her wear a shirt that didn't show off her D cups and she has an ass that makes even snow pants look scandalous. She has reddish brown hair streaked with blond that goes half way down her back and she has very light skin splashed with just enough freckles to be adorable. Though I had always been attracted to only men I found myself having dreams about her. I made it all the way through high school and college and 4 years of marriage without even a twinge of lesbian lust and suddenly at 26 I'm fantasizing about what it would be like to kiss her, touch her, be naked with her.
One day, she told me that Josh was going on a hunting trip and she invited me for a girls night in with jello shots and a movie. Cameron was out of town doing training. He loves the idea of me with another girl, so he gave me the go ahead to do whatever I wanted with her. All week I thought about how serious I was about wanting her. Could I ever get up the nerve to actually kiss her?
Josh didn't end up going hunting after all. He claimed his friend canceled on him, but I suspect he was lusting for the same thing that I was. I didn't get over to their house until it was already dark outside. Shell and I chatted while Josh worked away at renovating another room of their home. We ate dinner, sucked down jello shots, and took breaks from talking and drinking to hang out in the other room with Josh and bug him while he was working. She played her favorite songs on his iPod, dancing and grinding against me.