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This is my first post to ASSM.
This is a mixture of truth and fiction at the beginning and
becomes more fictional as the story unfolds.
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Unintended Consequences
(Chapters 1-3)
(mf, FF)
by: Davis
INTRODUCTION
It all started with a Christmas Card. An old high school friend
sent us a Family photo at Christmas last year. My wife took one
look at Kathy and said, "Damn, She still looks good!" After my
first look at the photograph, I had to admit that my wife was
right. Kathy looked as good as ever.
We had all grown up together. Jane, my wife, and I had been best
friends since we were 9. We were 31 then and had been happily
married for 14 years. Our relationship was one of complete trust.
Neither of us had any secrets, we had known each other too long.
She knew all of my old girlfriends (Hell, she had set me up with
most of them) and I knew all of her old boyfriends. Having been
close friends during those awkward teenage dating years, we
talked openly about people we now found attractive. That is for
everyone but Kathy.
Kathy was different. She is the only girl that has ever compared
to Jane. She is "that" girl. Every guy has one. She is what might
have been. The one girl you can never forget. Not because you
regret what you have, but because she is the unknown, the
fantasy. Seeing her in that picture again after nearly decade and
hearing my wife's commentary on her beauty brought back a flood
of schoolboy dreams that had never truly gone away. The
remarkable thing is that Jane knew that all along.
Jane and I met when my Family moved to Florida. My father is a
preacher. When I was 9, he accepted a job preaching for the
church where Jane's family attended. For the next 8 years Jane
and I were inseparable. Many other friends moved in and out of
our lives, but our friendship never faltered. Every time she made
a new female friend, it wasn't long until I dated her. We have
often joked that the reason we ended up together was that she ran
out of friends and had to date me herself.
I still remember the day our friendship changed forever. The
date was August 23, 1987. It was a Sunday afternoon. We were both
16 years old. I drove her back to my house after church that
morning. That was nothing unusual, we often spent Sunday
afternoon together. I guess my parents had gone out too eat that
day because we had the house to ourselves. Again, there was
nothing special about that. We had spent so much time together in
last few years that neither of our parents took a second thought
about leaving us alone together. The afternoon started like so
many before it. I was watching the USA play Brazil in basketball
in the Pan- Am games (we lost that game btw). Jane was relaxing
on the couch. We started rough housing like we had always done. I
probably started it. And I am sure that I started by tickling
her. But even that day, it was never in my conscience mind to try
anything at all with her. Somehow in our playing, we ended up
lying on the floor with Jane on top. What happened next has been
on going argument for 15 years. I say she kissed me and she says
I kissed her.
Truth is, it doesn't matter. Aside from being my best friend,
she was a beautiful young lady. I have always fallen for the same
kind of girl. I like women who are short, with dark hair and
complexion and curvy. Jane was all of those things. She was just
an inch or two over 5 feet and weighed about 115lbs. She was half
Puerto Rican and living in South Florida her skin was always a
golden brown. Her flowing dark brown hair and deep dark eyes
completed that fiery look that always gets me. But it was her
curves that had always captivated me. Growing up she had always
had breasts developed well past her age. At 16, she wore a 34D
bra. On her frame, they were stunning. Our friendship had never
hidden her beauty from my eyes. So as we lay on the floor and I
saw that look in her eyes, it didn't matter who acted first. That
first kiss was electric. It was not the first kiss of two nervous
teens that had just met. But it was a kiss 8 years in the making.
It was the first kiss of true love and life-long friendship and
commitment. We both knew it.
That first time together was wonderful. Years of trust meant
that none of anxiety and fear of rejection hindered us. We didn't
make love that day, but the freedom we gave each other to explore
the other's body left no doubt that that day was coming soon. She
wore a sleeveless, pink dress that buttoned all the way down the
front with large buttons. It was long, reaching closer to her
ankles than her knees (we had just come from church after all).
Quickly after our tongues began filling each other's mouths in
that first kiss, I began to slip each of those large pink buttons
from its hole. As her dress opened and her bra came in to my
sight for the first time, her hands also began moving under my
clothing. She unbuttoned the dress shirt I had worn to worship.
Her bra came next. It clasped in the front so removing it was a
simple quick flick of the clasp and her breasts were free. There
they were more incredible than I had ever imagined. The shape was
perfect. They weren't sagging, nor were they the kind that slopes
down and turns up at the nipple. They were perfect mounds. Her
nipples were the kind I liked. They stood straight-out. The
aureoles encircled each nipple tightly. I was in heaven. I was
with the best friend I had ever had, the one with whom I knew I
would be spending the rest of my life and her body was the body
of my dreams. Eagerly, I began to caress and suck on her tits.
She also was continuing to explore my waiting body. No girl had
ever touched my cock before. But it felted like my dick was meant
to be in her hand when she opened my pants and slid her hand
under my waistband. We lay there kissing and stroking for several
minutes before moving to my bedroom. Once in bed, our clothing
was removed a little more and the heaving petting grew more
intense. Just moments before my parents walked in the door, her
stroking of my cock made me come for her for the first time. My
friend was becoming my lover.
We saw each other daily after that. Our intimate sessions grew
more passionate. Before long, most of our time alone was spent
naked in her bed. At the beginning our encounters ended when her
hand-job caused me to come. I began to finger her pussy some. She
countered by giving me my first blowjob. All of this could lead
to only one place. And on April 7, 1988, it did. We were on her
bed as we had been so often. She was top and slowly guided by
throbbing cock into her virgin pussy. I wish I could tell you
that the sex was great but after 15 years of learning her body,
her desires, and her secrets, I am embarrassed at what we thought
good sex was. I couldn't have lasted more than a moment or two
until I sprayed her cunt for the first time. I had never popped a
cherry and the amount of blood startled me. I'm glad my first
time was with her. We were two young virgins growing uptogether.
We were also addicted and naive. We fucked almost daily. But
never stopped to think about the consequences. The inevitable
happened. By late May, she was pregnant. On August 23, 1988, one
year to the day from our first kiss, we were married.
Kathy entered my life when I was about 14. She was almost 16. I
met her at a softball game. From the first moment I saw her,
friendship was not an option. Like Jane she was exactly my type.
She was about Jane's height and weight. And like Jane she was
dark and curvy. I didn't find out much later, but her bra size
was identical to Jane's. She was Hawaiian and so had dark brown
hair and eyes. There was one difference between them. Kathy was
an athlete. She played basketball and volleyball in high school.
Her body was harder than Jane's was. This gave her the best
looking ass I have ever seen in a pair of jeans to this day.
Kathy immediately became the infatuation of my life. I spent was
much time as I could with her. We got along great. But no romance
ever grew. I never knew why. Maybe I just wasn't what she wanted.
May be it was that she was 18 months older than I was, which is a
big deal in high school. Kathy went off to college and my
opportunity was gone. I never really got over her. She was just
and I had to move on.
Enter Jane. Its not that she was my second choice, but that I
never considered her. I knew she was gorgeous. But she was my
friend. The truth is. I would have always chosen Jane over Kathy.
But I never forgot Kathy.
The years passed. Jane and I had three kids. We lost contact with
Kathy. Despite my past indiscretions, I followed in my father's
footsteps and became a preacher. That decision as you will see
has a great impact on how my story unfolds.
CHAPTER 1
So seeing Kathy's picture on that card was the first time I had
seen her in 10 years. Like a Pavlovian dog longings of long ago
came flooding back. To make matters worse, my wife placed the
card on our refrigerator. Every day, there she was sitting there
smiling, standing beside her husband. She was never far from my
mind. And in my mind only is where she would have stayed if Jane
hadn't stepped in and handed her to me.
Six months passed. Kathy's Christmas card was still stuck on our
fridge. The way things have turned out, I wonder if Jane did that
intentionally to keep Kathy on my mind. In June, we received an
invitation to an informal reunion of a number of our old friends
with whom we grew up in Florida. Jane and I attended. So did
Kathy.
The day went well. There were about 10-15 old friends from
Florida, a few spouses, and a handful of young children. It was
enjoyable seeing these friends after almost 15 years apart.
But Kathy was the center of attraction for me. The picture had
not shown her true beauty. She was now 33. Her youthful features
were still stunning. Her tits were full and firm. Her figure was
athletic and curvy. And that ass, the subject of countless
dreams, showed it was worthy of as much worship as ever. There
was something different however. She used to have such a spark
about her. She would laugh and flirt. Her eyes sparkled - but not
now.
Jane must have noticed this change also. Not long after we
arrived she and Kathy went off in a corner and began talking. She
found out that Kathy and her husband were having problems. Kathy
pulled up her sleeve and showed Jane the bruises left from their
last fight. The more they talked the shakier Kathy got. Having an
old friend to lean on helped Kathy let go of hurt she had been
holding on to for a long time.
As the day came to an end, Jane approached me, "Jay, I'm worried
about her. She needs a friend right now. The least we can do is
drive her home. She only lives a couple of hours from here and
its not far out of our way. She pretty depressed and shouldn't be
driving."
"No problem, babe," I replied, "You drive her car and I'll
follow you two.''
About halfway to Kathy's, my phone rang. It was my wife. "Honey,
Kathy just got off the phone with her husband. They had another
fight. He sounded violent and told her not to come home. I think
we should take her home with us. Ok?"
"Whatever you think is best is fine with me," I answered.
We arrived at my house about 3 hours later. Kathy looked
horrible. She must have cried the entire 4-hour trip home. The
girls got comfortable in the living room and continued their
talk. I saw quickly that this was a girl's only session and
excused myself. I drifted off to sleep hurting for an old friend
and without thought that an old dream was about to come true.
CHAPTER 2
My wife awakened me the next morning. She was sitting on the
bed, slowing stroking my stiff cock. "Good morning, looks like
you're up for a good fuck," were her first words to me. While I
went through my morning struggle to wake up (Even with my dick in
her hands, I hate mornings), she lowered her mouth to the head of
my dick and gently began to encase my member in her mouth. Jane
has always been an eager cocksucker and after 15 years of
blowjobs, she is exquisite with my dick in her mouth. The feel of
my penis slipping in and out of her mouth, her tongue carefully
wrapping around the tip, and her hand gripping the shaft quickly
had me out of my morning stupor and my cock throbbing for her
pussy. As she worked my cock like a skilled craftsman with her
favorite tool, my breathing quickened, muscles tensed, my balls
began to swell and draw up. She brought me to orgasm so many
times, she had seen this all before. She knew exactly when to
stop to get the maximum effect. And she did. Right as I about to
fill her well-deserving mouth with my morning load, she pulled of
my dick. She looked up at me with her sexiest playful face and
said, "Babe, I have something I need you to do."
With a sly grin on my lips, I thought, "this woman is pure
evil." She knew I rarely told her "no," about anything. In my
present state, she knew I give her absolutely anything. My mind
was racing. What could she possibly want? Jane hates being
manipulated and so never does something like this unless she
already knows I'm going to like her request. Her face showed the
playfulness that I expected to come with her requests made as I
am under duress. Yet, there was a seriousness and uncertainty in
her eyes. I could not remember seeing such a genuine fear of
rejection in her for a very look time. With my mind still
searching for the reason for her nervous state, I said in my best
casual voice, "Sure, whatever you want."
What she said next left me speechless; "I want you to sleep with
Kathy." I lay there stunned. She took this pause to press her
body against mine and nuzzle her face against my neck. This pose
is one she often takes when feeling insecure or needy. I knew
this was no joke. Jane was asking me to fuck another woman. My
silence lingered.
Jane spoke again. Her voice shaky and her breath heavy against
my neck, "Jay, she's hurting and its killing me. Her husband
abuses her. He's breaking her spirit. They haven't had sex in
months and when they did it was closer to rape than love. She
needs some tenderness. I know you'll give her that and I want to
help her."
She paused for a moment waiting for a response I wasn't ready to
give. She again, "Beside I know you still think about her. You
get nervous every time we talk about her. I saw your eyes when I
showed her picture to you. I've even her you say her name in your
sleep. She needs you and you want her. Let me give you both
something."
Finally, I spoke, "You're serious?" She nodded.
"Have you asked her?"
"Yes. We talked about sex a lot last night. I told her what a
great lover you are -- how concerned you are that I am satisfied.
She began telling me how she has never had that. So, I asked if
she would like to. She tried to hide her reaction, but I saw her
eyes light up. She was hesitant at first, but once I convinced
her I was serious she said yes. We kept talking about it and she
is excited about it. I am too. She's yours if you want her. So?"
'' You'll have to give me a minute," I said. As I thought about
what my wife had just said a flood of emotions and thoughts came
to me. She was right I did want Kathy. But bedding another woman
was something I never considered for more than a passing fantasy.
Jane was and is a beautiful woman. She has always been an
adventurous and enthusiastic lover. My life is full with her
alone. There was no way that I was going to accept this offer if
it would hurt my marriage. But the man in me was looking for a
way to have my proverbial cake and eat it too.
My wife stayed snuggled up beside me, her hand still slowly
stroking me erect penis. A thought began to form in my head.
' 'I'll do it," I said, ''with a couple of conditions. First, you
have to fuck her first."
I have never had any serious fantasies about Jane with another
woman and I am Sure she has not either. But it made perfect
sense. It allowed me accept her offer but put the choice back on
her. If she were truly serious about this she would have to
"cheat" first and cross sexual line never crossed before. I
really expected her to end the conversation at that point. Her
reaction shocked me.
"Define 'fuck'."
"I mean I'll do anything to her that you do. If you kiss her, so
will I. If you suck her tits, so will I. If you eat her out and
finger her, I'll eat and fuck her. Whatever the two of you do,
the two of us will do. It I'm going to step outside our marriage,
you're coming with me."
"I'll have to talk to her first. What's the other condition?"
"Second, I come with you only. This is for her pleasure not
mine. Orgasms are very intimate and selfish events. Mine belong
to you alone. I'll screw her any and ever way she wants, but I
come with you."
"Ok. I can live with the second Condition. Let me go downstairs
and talk with her about the first. Give us 30 minutes to talk it
over. Then come down and we'll see."
It was a long wait. I showered and dressed. When the time was
over I began my descent. I still thought nothing was going to
happen. Despite mg wife's matter of fact reaction to condition
#1, the odds still seemed long to me. These were two proper
ladies. They were two "Christian" women discussing sharing a
husband and a lesbian affair. To do this thing, would violate so
many beliefs that the three of us shared. Yes, long odds indeed.
But then I never have been much of a betting man.
When I entered the living room they were sitting on opposite
ends of the couch. My wife patted the center cushion and I sat
between them.
Jane spoke first. "Well, we've talked. Neither of us is real
thrilled about your first condition, but if that is what it
takes, we'll do it."
I was floored. Again, I sat dumbfounded. A nervous silence fell
over the group. We sat for a moment, trying to avoid eye contact
with each other.
Jane took the initiative again. "What now?"
"I guess that's up to the two of you," I replied.
With that Jane stood up and extended a hand to Kathy. Slowly
Kathy reached up, took Jane's hand and the two stood face to
face. They started to walk out of the room.
"Hey where ya going?"
"To the bedroom of course," was Jane's answer.
So I stood up and began to follow them. Jane and Kathy looked
surprised at this. "I have to see what the two of you do so I'll
know how far Kathy and I need to go." That seemed satisfy them.
They entered the bedroom with me close behind.
I took a seat in a chair we keep in the bedroom. The two girls
stood at the foot of the bed facing each other holding both
hands.
They stood motionless for sometime. They were trying to summon
the courage to cross a line neither had approached before. In
unison each released one hand and moved it to the other's cheek.
They stroked each other's face tenderly for a brief moment. Jane
began to stroke Kathy's hair. I could see the tension begin to
lessen. They were staring deeply in each other's eyes. Again,
Jane acted first. She wrapped her hands around Kathy's face and
gradually moved their faces closer together. She paused when
their lips were almost touching. She waited for a sign. With an
almost imperceptible tilt of her head, Kathy told her she was
ready for their first kiss.
The first touch of their lips lasted but an instant. Startled by
the feel of another woman's lips, they both pulled back. The
second touch was truly a kiss. Their lips began to shine as the
kissing moistened them. They wrapped their arms around each other
and began to slide hands up and down their backs. The kissing
grew more intense. I saw mouths begin to open and the first
appearance of tongues. Everything paused for a moment when their
tongues met for the first time. But once they accepted this new
sensation a new urgency could be seen in their foreplay.
Watching my wife's first intimate touches with another woman, I
realized how new this was for her. Not only that it was with a
woman, but also that she wasn't kissing me. She had not known the
excitement of the unknown for 15 years. I then realized it was my
turn next. At that moment my dick was ready to explode. Combined
with Jane's morning tease, the scene before me left me as excited
I have ever been.
A pause in the kissing brought my attention back to the girls.
They stepped back from kissing. For the first time, I see Kathy
act first. She slides her hands down the front of Jane's shirt.
She pauses briefly to explore the shape of her tits through her
shirt. More quickly now, her hands begin to pull my wife's shirt
out from her jeans. With Jane's shirttail loose, Kathy slides her
hands up around her back. She keeps moving her hands upward until
Jane's shirt is bunched around her neck.
A second later, my wife raises her arms and her shirt is removed.
Kathy quickly begins to rub and kiss the newly exposed flesh. Her
neck is covered by lips. Kathy fingers begin to knead her flesh
of her tits through the thin fabric of her bra. A small moan
escapes Jane's lips. Kathy's tongue begins to trace a line from
my wife's sensitive neck, down through the valley of her swelling
breasts, continuing down to her navel, and the tops of her jeans.
With one hand cupping Jane's ass, Kathy uses the other to
unbutton and unzip the jeans preventing from going lower. Jane's
jeans are now open and being slid past her well-rounded hips.
Lifting one foot then the other, my wife now stands nearly
naked before her new lover. Jane almost always wears thongs.
Today was no different. She is quickly spun around as Kathy feels
her bare ass cheeks. Still kneeling Kathy face is even with
Jane's shapely ass. She devours it in her mouth. Her hands keep
roaming over my wife's body. Finding the clasp to her bra, it is
opened. Jane lets it fall to the floor. With her mouth never
leaving Jane's ass, Kathy tugs on the waistband of Jane's thong.
An instant later, she is naked.
As she turns her exposed back around. They speak for the first
time. Kathy says, "You are so sexy. I could stay here all day
looking at you."
"Not like that you can't. Strip for me. " Jane ordered.
Eagerly, Kathy begins shedding her clothes. At this point her
back is to me. I see her blouse open and fall to the floor. Her
hands come around her back and her bra strap falls loose. Jane's
eyes open wide in admiration as the discarded bra falls to the
floor. Kathy's pants come next. Then one wish is fulfilled as she
rises from dropping her panties; I finally lay eyes or her
flawless ass.
Moving to the bed, these two naked beauties begin their love
making in earnest. And they are beautiful. Apart from these two
ladies, I had never seriously considered a sexual relationship
with anyone. Lying naked on my bed, I saw the subjects of every
meaningful fantasy of my life. I had known them both for nearly
two decades, and their beauty had not diminished. These were
beautiful, confident, mature women, sexy in a way that no
18-year-old could ever know.
The kissing starts again. Jane is laid on her back. I can see
Kathy's tongue probing into Jane's mouth. Her fingers squeezing
her nipples. Kathy slides off to her side. And begins sucking on
Jane's neck. That always drives my wife crazy. Kathy plays with
her breasts with one hand. The other starts caressing Jane's
stomach. In big circles Kathy moves her fingertips from her
abdomen to her upper thighs. The circles grow smaller. Jane knows
where this hand is going.
She spreads her legs. Kathy's nails scrape across her trimmed
bush. She cups Jane's cunt in her hand. They stop moving. Their
eyes lock. Gently, Kathy's middle finger pushes against her outer
lips. It meets no resistance. Jane is already moist. Without a
sound, her finger enters her pussy. The base of her Finger
presses against the hood of Jane's clit. Jane's hips rise to
meet the intruding hand. Jane's pussy is finger fucked while they
lock in another passionate kiss.
Kathy moves again and positions herself between her lover's
legs. Her mouth descends. Her tongue worms its way into the
swollen folds of the offered pussy. It flicks across the nub of
Jane's clit. My baby responds immediately. She loves to have her
clit licked hard and fast. Her hips lift repeatedly, trying to
force her clit hard against the intruder. Her hands assault her
own breasts. She rolls her nipples between her fingers. Kathy's
tongue continues its attack. She inserts one finger, Then
another. Jane is close.
Nothing is sexier than a woman on the verge of orgasm. I think I
have never seen my bride sexier than right now. Her skin is
flush. Her breasts are full. Her nipples are swollen and fully
extended. Her mouth hangs slightly open and the familiar moans of
her arousal escape it. She is indeed a beautiful woman.
And it happens. She tenses. Her stomach begins to twitch. My
wife is no screamer. When she comes her whole body tightens and
all the moaning stops. She is a woman captured in her own body --
unable to move and speak. I love watching her climax.
They pause for a moment. Kathy slides back up Jane's body and
they lie, face to face, tit to tit, and pussy to pussy. After a
minute of gentle petting and light kissing, Jane whispers, "Your
turn."
Kathy is rolled over on her back. Jane lingers for moment taking
in the woman now under her. Her breasts demand attention. Being
on her back makes her abdomen sink and only serves to highlight
the swell of chest. Her breasts are youthful and firm. She has no
tan lines. Her skin is a delicious golden brown, a tribute to her
Polynesian heritage.
Jane literally devours Kathy. All of the trepidation with which
this encounter began is gone. Her hands, mouth, and tongue roam
freely and harshly over her lover's waiting body. Jane reaches
Kathy's pussy. For I first time, I notice she is shaved smooth.
Jane runs her tongue along the smooth skin before sliding her
tongue down to the dripping slit. Jane pulls Kathy's lips apart
and begins to trace her finger up and down a woman's pussy. I
never dreamed I would see this take place. Damn, it's hot.
As the sensations of Jane's teasing of her cunt take hold of
Kathy, I notice a difference in their arousal. Kathy is a talker.
"Fuck me. Quit teasing me and eat me!"
Jane's fingers spread Kathy wide and her tongue finds its mark.
Her fingers pump hard in and out of Kathy's tight slit. Kathy
responds with intense moaning, She grabs Jane by her hair and
pushes her face hard into her. Jane's tongue moves from her clit
and slides in and out of her pussy, fucking her like a nimble
penis.
"Oh yes! Fuck me! You bitch. Lick me faster! Oh God! Bite me!
Bite my clit!"
Jane's teeth strike their victim. Kathy's legs clamp down around
my wife's head. Her body shakes. Her screams of pleasure fill our
room.
The two new lovers fail together. They share in a common
release. I sit silently. For the second time today I've been
brought to the point of release and been stopped.
I sit proudly however. Soon I will share my wife's new lover,
the girl I never had. Inwardly, I gloat about how great my plan
is working out. Howver, if I had only known where this was
leading I would have stopped it now.
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