This is the continuing saga in my "Julie" fantasy. All the usual "disclaimers" apply, you must be 18, unoffended by female lovemaking, and legally able to view such erotic content in your town or state. For the benefit of those interested I will give some descriptions for the audience.
I am 24, 5'3", and 160 pounds. I have blue eyes, dark brown hair that is wavy and flows to the middle of my back, and smooth creamy white skin. I am a little on the heavy side (for those who can't do the math) but certainly not obese. My breasts are a small C with large aureoles and small dark pink nipples. I have a perpetually tight light pink pussy (I mean it, it hurts every time my husband penetrates me!) with a very small and hidden (yet extraoridinarily sensitive) clit.
She is 27, slightly taller and slightly thinner than me. I don't have her specifics as I've never given her a "height/weight" examination. She has a lighter brown hair which she keeps dyed to a reddish tint, and brown eyes with big engrossing pupils. Her complexion is immaculate, she has a little pug nose and puffy, inviting lips. Her breasts (as previously described) are nothing short of perfect and an innocent, almost untouched pussy which (my imagination describes...) is not quite as oversensitive as mine but is certainly easy to please with an experienced hand.
The story continues...
I dreamed of Julie (what else is new). It was very strange (as dreams tend to be). We were in my old apartment which she has never even seen which was her house in my dream. Go figure. Settings in dreams, at least for me, are completely interchangeable. We were sitting on my old couch watching a movie, in our previously usual stance of 6 inches between us and miserable tension in the air. None of the events of the past day had caught up with the world of my dreams.
So we were sitting there and suddenly my head was in her lap and I was facing the ceiling looking up at her. She was stroking my head and looking down at me. She said to me, "you have to face this, child." It is extrememly cryptic to me now but at the time I guess I understood and gave her this knowing nod and then curled up into a half fetal position with my face in her belly. She continued to stroke me in a very matronly way and I started to rock in her lap. I felt like I had regressed to four and she was comforting me due to a scraped knee or a lost teddy bear. Then I looked up and her face got all distorted and started to look like Ken's face (Ken is my husband - for those just tuning in) and then (even stranger) I started to feel a penis to grow hard in her lap. This was of course perfectly normal to me and I said something that made me cringe later, "this might not be the right life".
I woke up to the sound of my husband's car in the driveway and a very frightened Julie hectically trying to get dressed and away. She must have just woken up herself as she was fully concentrating on getting dressed herself and, extremely insightful considering the circumstances, didn't bother to wake me because it was common practice for me to be sleeping (naked was how I slept) with Julie in the living room flipping thru channels or snoring on the couch when Ken came home. Ken was used to her coming over to drink or smoke and then falling asleep on the couch to avoid driving under any kind of influence.
My life flashed before my eyes when I realized how close we were to being caught. Julie gave me a smile and a quick kiss on the cheek and headed to the living room and I heard Ken fumbling with the keys and realized the stench of sex must have been hanging in the air like a dense fog so I quickly pulled the mutual magazine out from under the bed and pretended to be in the middle of a very intense masturbation session when Ken walked in. "Julie came over last night?", he casually remarked, more of a statement than a question. I said, "yeah, she had some pot, which, as you know, is more important than sleep!"
"Yeah you're my little hippie", he smiled and said "You seem busy, want some help with that?" I blushed and rolled over to face over my husband who was now lying on the bed next to me and said "of course". Since this is a lesbian story I will spare you the details of my hetero lovemaking but I will say it was very nice as it always was, I am truly bisexual. I was completely attracted to members of both sexes and, likewise, had a tendency to fall in love with one of each at various points in my life. I did feel a slight twinge of guilt but quickly pushed it away as I felt completely justified in my actions. At this point he fell asleep, as he always does when he gets home from a half-night shift at the 24 hour diner where he works.
I waited until his snoring was rhythamic and padded out of the room in a housecoat and slippers. I was not done with Julie! Mostly I felt that we had a lot to talk about, I wasn't going to attempt making love to her with my husband home for two reasons. One, he might actually be upset that I was with someone else in his house, which would lead to arguments and a possible divorce; or Two, (most likely) he would try to join in and this would jeopardize what Julie had with Dan. The concept did not bother me otherwise, I had fantasized about a threesome with Julie and Ken since I met Julie, but Dan seemed to be so good for her, I wanted that to work out for them. I was very logical about this whole thing. The perfect situation for me would be the eventual acceptance from both of our men of our "girls night in", with the possiblility of swinging but never leaving the group of four. The concept of this jaded monogamy has always seemed like a good solution to the bisexual side of me - but selling others on it might be a little harder.
Julie and I talked about how we were going to break this to her fiance and my husband. We agreed that we should not keep this a secret because it could jeopardize our marriages, but put it out in the open. If they couldn't deal with it (which I highly doubt, the constant opportunity for three and foursomes was certainly appealing to all men I knew of, as long as, of course, the foursomes did not connect with the two men even if they were both present.) It was nice to see that Julie shared some of the same twisted relationship logic that I did. Eventually we decided that we would all get together for drinks one night, as Ken and Dan were also good friends, and then we would start to make out on a "dare" and take it from there. We might never even tell them we experimented first, but we would make the night seem "spontaneous", forever opening the door to more such encounters and completely taking away any shame me and Julie could feel getting together on our own. I was high on the idealism of my imagination and wide awake. Julie and I smoked some more then found a George Carlin special on TV and settled in to watch it. We cuddled in a very friendly manner which is how my husband found us when he padded through the living room to use the bathroom.
"Yeah, thats hot, I have two women in each others arms on my couch, and I'm busy sleeping!" He was obviously not even phased by the sight and was in good spirits as he had just gotten laid a couple hours back. I playfully flipped him off and then laid a quick casual kiss on Julie for his benefit. "God damn!" he said. "You know none of my friends are going to believe me!" I stuck my tongue out at him and then Julie and I separated and continued to watch TV. My husband is very good at being pleasantly oblivious. He finished his business in the bathroom and then sat down between us and put an arm around each. We cuddled up to him like two little sisters would their father. I guess Ken was in no mood to sleep at this point, I think he was going to try to see where this took him. I finally told him I didn't want to have to wake his grumpy ass up later when he didn't get enough sleep and to take his perverted little mind out of the gutter and get to bed. He acquiesced like a good little trained man and left the room.
Julie and I got back together on the couch and cuddled and kissed for a good hour. The comedy special had given way at some point with an action film of sorts but we barely noticed. Our slight kisses had progressed to a full blown make out session, and the fact that we could possibly get "caught" enhanced our senses and turned us both on immensely. I took a moment to appreciate that she didn't "pretend like that didn't happen" like I was accustomed to her doing after previous encounters. I guess this was way to real to ignore. I smiled at the thought and Julie kissed both corners of my mouth and smiled back. She was on top of me at this point with her knee in my crotch humping me with vigor, and I slipped her out of her tee and pushed her back on the couch so that I was on top of her. I continued to explore her mouth with my tongue while I tweaked each of her perfect nipples with either hand. I began to kiss her neck and she moaned softly. I nuzzeled into the crevace between her chin and chest and kissed my way down to her breast. I ran my tongue along the underside of each breast and was rewarded with an exited squeak of surprise and delight. I ran one hand down into her jeans and teased her clit with one finger. She wiggled out of her jeans and I rubbed her vulva between three fingers, one on each side and one in between. I stuck my middle finger in while still pinching her hot lips with the other two fingers and she bucked on my hand.
"I'm so close!" she practically whined, so I decided to stop being so "mean" and rubbed her clit with my thumb. This was the only push she needed and she climaxed, spewing her juices all over my right hand. She relaxed her muscles and fell into a limp pile on the couch. I licked each of my fingers clean of that now familiar taste. She was almost asleep so I kissed her forehead and then helped her get dressed and settled on the couch and went to lay down with my husband.