This story was written in two parts. One by me and the other from my wife's point of view. She and I often wrote these "love letters" to each other and now I want to share them with you. I hope that you enjoy the different accounts of the story.
Not your normal threesome
Caroline and I have a wonderful marriage of 25 years. We got married when we were 22 and we spent much of our early years raising our son Steven and our daughter Emilie. It sounds corny, but we were high school sweet hearts that got married as soon as we both graduated from college. We are one of the lucky coupes that have been able to grow together through the years and we can say that we are happier now than our wedding day. I think that one of our secrets is that we have always had a wonderful sex life. We both never outgrew our crazy teen sex drive and we always like to keep things new and fresh.
Now that our youngest, Emilie, just went off to college and Steven is starting his junior year in college may scare some couples, but not us. Don't get us wrong, we love our kids and we have dedicated much of our lives to raising them. It's just that we have been ready to have the house to ourselves for some time. Caroline and I are looking forward to "rediscovering" each other all over again.
Caroline had told me that when she was growing up, she had a friend named Ellen. During her early years of physical development, she and Ellen would experiment and play with each other and that was how she was introduced to sex. She said how comfortable it was to be exposed to sex with another girl and how it helped her have a healthy sexual understanding of herself. I barely remember Ellen, she was a cute redhead with very understated physical qualities. I can remember that she had freckles, a thin waist, small ass and very small tits. She was always a little shy and we rarely talked.
Even though over the years, they have been limited to the occasional phone call and the Christmas card, Caroline and Ellen really were still good friends and they knew that they could count on each other. Ellen married a coworker named Barry and they moved off to Colorado ten years ago. Like so many people today, their company in Connecticut went under and they got new jobs out west. We were all a little taken aback when we heard that they were getting divorced and that Ellen decided to come back east. While Caroline was upset about her friend's failed marriage, she was happy that they were going to get back together again.
I was told that Ellen was coming over for dinner tonight, so I came home early to find a strange car in the driveway. I opened the door and was greeted by my beautiful wife. She hugged me and gave me a big ole kiss on the lips. She said, "Hey honey, Ellen got in early, so I told her to come over and help me with dinner."
On cue, a stunning red-headed woman in her late forties comes in from the kitchen and says "Hi Danny, how ya' doing?' She then comes over and also gives me a nice hug.
We sat down at the kitchen table and I poured myself a scotch on the rocks and the girls were enjoying their second vodka tonic. They asked me how my day was and we were making a little small talk. I excused myself to go get changed and I left the girls to their previous discussion. It was a hot day so I threw on a pair of shorts, a polo shirt and a pair of sandals. I grabbed my cocktail and headed into the kitchen. When I came back into the kitchen, I was almost floored when I heard Ellen say "So that was when I was sure that I was a lesbian."
She said it so matter of fact that I didn't dare interrupt. I just sat at the table and listened. She went on to say that she loved Barry, but the fact was that she was always gay and that she never had the courage to admit it. She said that she and Barry were having many issues, some that were because she was gay and some that were your standard marital problems. And so the story was going on and on and the girls were catching up, so that was my cue to go on outside and get the grill going.
We all had a nice meal and a couple of glasses of wine. I knew that the girls wanted to catch up, so I cleared the table and did the dishes. The girls went into the living room and continued their conversation. Caroline came in for another bottle of wine and I finished up cleaning the kitchen. The conversation had taken on a much lighter mood and there was a lot of laughing and shouting. I grabbed my cocktail and went inside to join the conversation.
"You know Danny, Caroline was the first person to give me an orgasm? When we were in high school, we would mess around all the time." Said Ellen
"Ellen, he's my husband, of course I told him about us. I told him that we experimented together." Said Caroline
"Experimented! We used to FUCK like rabbits! Caroline and I were so horny and we didn't want to be known as sluts, so we found a safe place to let it all out." Said Ellen
Now this part of the story I did not know. I knew that they were together, but I thought that it was a bunch of nervous kids playing and experimenting. I can't imagine my Caroline getting down and dirty with another woman. I was definitely getting excited and I wanted to hear more.
Ellen continued to say how they would use various items around the house as dildos and fuck themselves and each other. She said that there were days in the old tree house when they would take turns eating each other's pussy and spending hours together lying naked in the sleeping bag.
"I used to love to get on top of Caroline and we would rub our pussys together and I would pretend that I was a guy and pump against Caroline's hips. Then she and I would try every position possible to get more and more stimulation. God that was awesome." continued Ellen
"I remember that you used to have this amazing red bush and the most beautiful pussy ever. You never wore underwear and you used to always flash me your pussy in public. Ellen, remember the night that we slept in the tree house and we both hung our asses off of the side and peed from 20 feet in the air? I think that was the start of my little fetish." said Caroline.
All I kept thinking about was all the amazing times we had in the tree house and how I wish that I was there for some of those sessions. I was dreaming of my baby peeing over the railing and cumming with her best friend. I was imagining how Ellen looked when she was all squatting over the old coffee can that we kept in the tree house. I could visualize her milky white skin and her red triangle bush as she lowered herself over the tin can. Then the loud twang as her stream hit the empty can and the sensual hiss combined with the clanging and gurgling of the urine filling the can. I can imagine Caroline playing with her pussy as her friend finally gets her relief.
