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She hesitated.
"Does Ginny still work weekends?"
"Yeah, her hobby has turned into a business so she's working 12-hour days on weekends. Brian and I run errands and go to the playground."
"So maybe you and Brian could break free and come over to Connie's for the day?"
I was a little surprised at the mention of Connie. Karen and Connie had been best friends through college, and roommates for several years. But Connie had not approved of me when I was dating Karen. She thought I wasn't good enough for her roomie. In those days she enjoyed teasing me about my often-interrupted college studies and my bartending jobs. Connie and I never actually fought, but our relationship was far from close.
Connie graduated at the top of her class and was a law professor. She was also married to a lawyer and had a 4-year-old girl.
"So ... you're staying at Connie's?"
"Yeah, she's got a big house with a pool. Her husband will be at some seminar in Chicago, but she's offered to play hostess. And I'm desperate to meet your little boy. I can't wait to see you being a Daddy!"
So we arranged to meet at Connie's house at midday the following Saturday. But before she hung up, Karen said something that started me wondering.
"You won't tell Ginny about our date, will you?"
I admitted that I probably wouldn't tell my wife I'd be seeing an old girlfriend.
"Good. Then we'll see you Saturday."
"Hmm," I thought, hanging up.
It never occurred to me that Karen has sex in mind because a few years into her marriage she'd developed VVS, or Vulvar Vestibular Syndrome. It's a little-known condition that makes sex painful or impossible. Her emails over the years gave me a few details and I gathered that her sex life had come to an end. Even masturbating was usually too painful. It was hard to imagine someone like Karen doing without sex, but she hinted she was celibate.
While waiting for Saturday to roll around, I found myself recalling some of the more intimate details of my time with Karen ... including some that involved Connie, at least second-hand.
Karen and I tried a lot of things in bed, and one fun thing was sharing our fantasies. That's how I found out Karen lusted after Connie.
At first she would only tell me she had fantasies about making love to other women. For awhile I enjoyed asking her if she was attracted to various girls we knew, and I had great fantasies of her fucking them. I amused her by asking about a couple of girls in particular.
"Why would I be attracted to HER?" she said, after I asked about one girl.
"Well, I know you like athletic guys and SHE'S athletic."
"Hah, you have no idea!"
She was right. When Karen finally revealed that Connie turned her on I was surprised, but intrigued. They had always been close, but her sexual interest apparently started once when Connie noisily fucked a guy on their couch while Karen pretended to sleep in a nearby chair. Something awoke in Karen when she saw Connie's small tits bobbing and heard her gasp through an orgasm. Karen realized SHE wanted to be the one making Connie come! She waited until Connie and her partner left, then quickly masturbated to a powerful climax!
So I started fantasizing about Karen and Connie fucking ... and then I started telling Karen about my fantasies.
The first time, Karen was on top, riding my dick when I told her, bit by bit, about my fantasy featuring her and Connie. I told her I imagined the two of them kissing and undressing each other. I told her about my vision of them suckling each other's tits, and I told her in vivid detail about them in a 69, licking each other to orgasm.
At each stage of my lurid tale, Karen got more and more aroused, more and more wide-eyed, more and more breathlessly out-of-control. By the end she was fucking herself up and down on my dick like crazy while gripping me hard enough to leave bruises. Then she was overwhelmed by a sudden, powerful orgasm! Her typical orgasm was marked by long, full-throated groans, but THIS one triggered an ear-splitting scream of joyful completion!
After that I would occasionally throw gasoline on the fire of our lovemaking by describing my fantasies of her and Connie making love. That never failed to drive Karen into a state of lustful overdrive resulting in a powerful climax for her and a sore dick for me.0
I once asked Karen why she never tried to live out her fantasies with Connie. As much as she loved the idea of sex with Connie, she wasn't sure how her best friend would react. Karen was afraid of losing Connie's friendship.
Saturday came, Ginny left at the crack of dawn and I puttered through the morning before dressing Brian and heading for Connie's. She lives in a seriously upscale neighborhood with huge houses surrounded by trees and tall privacy fences. Connie's house was one of the nicest, with six bedrooms, a huge kitchen designed for entertaining and a beautiful pool. I was feeling a little intimidated until Connie greeted me at the door like a long-lost friend and cooed tenderly over Brian. She picked him up and led me out to the pool where Karen rose to greet me with a fierce hug and a firm kiss on the lips.
Connie is a lifelong runner and Karen a dedicated swimmer so they both looked terrific in their bikinis. The healthy good looks of their early 20s had matured into something even more interesting in their early 30s. Motherhood had given Connie the tits she lacked in college and Karen had also filled out a little, though neither was carrying any excess.
In addition, there were three young women in swimsuits around the pool and they came to be introduced.
"Brent," Connie said, "these are my law students Allison, Terri and Rachel. Don't try to argue with them, or they'll rip you apart!"
