Georgina was my 21-year-old niece. She had been having problems with her girlfriend recently and decided to move out of their shared apartment for a few weeks while they sorted things out. During that time, she moved in with my wife and I. We have a room downstairs and set up a bed for her.
My wife took Georgina under her wings. They talked through the relationship problems Georgina was having and my wife suggested practical solutions and outcomes. I was around for some of the discussion but my wife was really the driving force behind all of this. They got very close, very quickly. They would go for walks together, shopping and just hang out.
Georgina was a blonde, petite girl and, as far as I knew she had only been interested in girls. My wife and I are in our early 40's. We're still trim, active and look after ourselves.
Our evenings had become my wife and Georgina on the couch drinking white wine and debriefing about the girlfriend situation. I usually ended up going to bed early.
One evening however it was Georgina that had gone to bed early. She had had a full day of work and the late-night discussions were taking their toll. My wife filled me in with the latest gossip.
As always, she was gushing about how wonderful Georgina was. On that occasion, I turned to her and asked plainly, "Do you want to fuck her?". I'm not sure if the word "fuck" was altogether the right word in the lesbian world. I knew that my wife had had sexual experiences with girls before we got married. Still, it was a pretty direct question. I expected a stern rebuke. Instead, however my wife went all coy and blushed.
Oh my God, she did want to fuck her. My wife went to get another glass of wine, which I had taken over the years to mean that this is something we were about to talk through.
When she came back, she just sat there with a bit of a goofy grin on her face. I knew I had hit the mark, so I decided to take control. "If you want to have sex with her, go for it. That's fine". This time I toned the word fuck down to sex.
"Thanks, let me see what happens...", my wife replied still grinning.
It did happen, and the next night in fact. Georgina was due to move out of our place in a few days so I think my wife wanted to escalate things. Instead of talking in the loungeroom, both went downstairs to chat on her bed. I couldn't hear anything that was going on but my wife came up about 20 minutes later with bra and panties on and went to our bedroom to get her robe. She walked past me and just gave me a smile.
A further 15 minutes later my wife came up the stairs, this time in her robe. I was still watching TV in the loungeroom. "Georgina wants to try cock!", she spluttered out. She waved for me to follow. Having been neglected by my wife for the better part of two weeks in the bedroom I had become more than a little horny, particularly thinking about the goings on below.
As we went downstairs, my wife elaborated. "Georgina's never had a dick before...". I had guessed as much. I was happy to oblige, if my wife was on-board.