GIRL GAMES

My wife Connie has worked in the same bank since high school. She teaches Sunday school in our church and has always been a good girl. I on the other hand, am an open-minded sort, and a little bored with our sex life. I guess opposites do attract.

Don’t misunderstand, Connie likes sex. There’s just a limit on what she’s willing to do for a man. High morals and ethics and that kind of shit. Or so I thought. I devised a little plan to add some spice to our love lives. But that’s the problem with plans, they’re just plans. Things seemed to get out of hand almost at once.

“I have an idea”, I said one evening, “Let’s go to a bar out of town where nobody knows us and pretend we don’t know each other.” The flaw is obvious when I write this down and can look at the words.

Connie, my wife, the prim and proper good girl, reluctantly agreed. “I don’t like bars”, she said, “but if it will make you happy, I’ll go along with it.” My first great seduction of the innocent underway.

During the next week of planning we agreed she should dress really cheap and easy looking. The bar we chose was one my single friend had suggested. That was my second mistake, I had never been there and didn’t know what I was getting into.

The night of our big date arrived and my darling sweet innocent wife came out of the bathroom looking like a $20.00 hooker.

“Perfect”, I told her, “That’s just the look I expected. ”

“I feel so sleazy though. These fishnet stockings are rubbing my pussy. I don’t have on panties to keep them out of my slit.”, Connie, told me. I wanted her to look cheap not be cheap. But what the heck, she was starting to get into the game.

“You know this is really exciting ”, she said, when we were in the car on the way to the bar.

We talked some more about my plan. She was to be alone, and I was to come in and pick her up by giving her my best come-on lines. She could play hard to get have a few drinks and we could make a night of it. After all we had planned this all week. There was no since in it coming to an end to easily. A little game of chase the pussy in the bar might be fun, after all.

When we got to the bar I was very proud of my chouse. All around there were pretty women. Hardly a man in sight. Perfect bar I thought. These women were inventive. There weren’t enough men to dance with so they danced with each other.

It hit me when I saw the couples paired off at the bar kissing or holding hands. And that one girl had her hand under another girl’s short skirt fingering her pussy.

“Wait a damn minute.”, I said, “This isn’t right. This is a Gay bar.”.

“So what‘s the problem? We’re here to pretend. So let’s pretend.”, Connie told me with conviction. What was I to do? I wanted a game, so what, now the rules were a little different. Improvise, adapt and overcome, right? Yeah, that’s the ticket.

“Now go and play, you don’t know me, remember.”, Connie said dismissing me.

Connie went to sit at the bar. She chose an end seat where she could see the dance floor and be seen by others. She seemed to fit in very well. She had made a new friend the minute she sat down. A tall blonde goddess with blue eyes sat next to my wife and they started talking. In no time they were laughing and touching each other on the arms and hands. Connie was flirting! She knew this woman was a lesbian and still, there she was, flirting!

Needless to say I was not to be as fortunate. I had no takers for dancing, drinking, or talking. Well, there was that one really butch chick that thought I was a chick in drag. That didn’t pan out to well so I thought,” Enough fun for one night.“

I had to get Connie and go find the real world. She was no longer sitting at the bar. In fact, the goddess had her on the dance floor and judging by the shot glasses at her seat, she also had her drunk.

That’s when the improbable happened. A slow dance. The goddess didn’t give Connie a chance to get to her seat. She had her in her arms and was dancing very close to her. At the end of the dance the goddess moved in and my wife went for a slow wet kiss. It was very tender, but passionate, a little tongue was involved. Connie was staring into her partner’s eyes fixedly like a bird hypnotized by a snake. Then the goddess led her off the floor to a booth in a dimly lit corner of the bar. They ordered more drinks and they sat very close. The goddess was working hard not to go home alone that night. She was lightly kissing Connie’s neck and was working her had under my wife’s skirt.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but Connie was responding to the blonde’s attention. She let that hand under her skirt and into those fishnet stockings. She was being finger fucked in public by a woman, and she really liked it. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back to receive a passionate wet kiss with a lot of tongue and lips and hugging and finger fucking under the table.

Damn, I got a hard on right there in the middle of a lesbian bar surrounded by dick hating chicks that had no use for any part of me or my kind. But I had to watch. My straight wife was riding a chick’s finger and making out in public. This was not in my plan, but it had some possibilities. Maybe a threesome, certainly the goddess wouldn’t mind sharing her new catch with an old friend of the victim. I had to make a move now or the opportunity was going to pass me by.

I approached the booth to introduce myself to my wife and her new friend. As I got closer I could hear Connie moaning and talking dirty. She was telling the goddess where and how she wanted to be touched. I interrupted the make out session and got dirty looks for my effort. Not only from the goddess Susanne, but from Connie as well. Susanne said they were busy and could I come back later. The look on Connie’s face said leave, so I left.

I stayed close enough to hear some and see most of what was happening. I saw Susanne finger fuck Connie for at least fifteen minutes before she came on Susanne’s two fingers while Susanne whispered in her ear. Susanne removed his wet fingers from my wife’s dripping wet pussy and licked them clean then french kissed Connie giving her a taste of her own juices.

I followed them when they got up and headed for the door. Connie being led by the hand like a lost child. I called her name, but I was ignored. Susanne met another women outside and the three of them left together. I tailed them to a plantation style house in the nearby country. I parked on the shoulder of the road and legged it up to the house.

Connie was a willing participant so I chose not to interfere. They were already inside when I got to the house. I could see them inside. The two women sat on either side of Connie and were passing her back and forth. One would kiss and fondle her while the other loosened her clothes and prepared themselves to use her. I could hear the low moans coming from inside the room. There was no force involved in this scene. I knew my wife was getting into the action of lesbian sex.

I watched as all three women stripped and embraced each other. My wife was right there in the middle of that tangle of hands, tongues, and legs.

Susanne stopped to open a drawer in the coffee table and remove two strap on dildos. Both were very real looking ten inchers, with veins and balls that fit in a leather harness. They also had an internal stimulator to pleasure the wearer of this rig.

While Susanne was strapping on her dildo the other girl was busy going down on Connie. She was working her way from one breast to the other then down her stomach and finally she was sucking her clit. Connie was bucking her hips on the girl’s mouth and arching her back to put her clit back in contact with that warm wet opening. She didn’t have to wait long for Susanne to get rigged up and tell Kristy to set on Connie’s face and let her taste another woman’s pussy for the first time. Susanne resumed the eating of Connie’s pussy. Kristy spread her cunt for my wife’s tongue and eased up and down across her lips spreading her wetness on Connie’s face. Connie responding by licking and sucking Kristy’s cunt like a natural.

I could tell she was drunk and horny. Susanne was working three fingers into Connie’s pussy while she sucked on her clit. She was ready for the big dildo now.

Susanne moved up to Connie’s breast and was kissing them as she rubbed the end of her strap-on over Connie’s swollen wet pussy lips. I heard my wife moan as Susanne slipped in head of the monster fake cock into her worked up cunt. Kristy turned round and fed Connie her pussy and asshole while Susanne raised up to start frenching Kristy. Both women were having their pleasure with Connie as she was having her pleasure with the two of them. All three were hot, horny, and nearing orgasm.

Susanne continued to give Connie more dick. She put three inches of big fat dildo into her slippery love tunnel and withdrew it only to put it back. That went on for some time before Connie’s muffled moans came to be heard.

“More,... give it to me,... fuck me deep,... and hard you,... bitch.”, she managed enough to make her wishes known in between mouths of pussy juice, and asshole. Susanne wasted no time in giving her what she asked for. She pushed into Connie’s pussy almost all the way and stopped to work the chubby dildo around to stimulate herself on the other end of the device. “Give it to me damn you,.. Make me cum again.”, Connie said through Kristy’s pussy lips. She was bucking against Susanne and wanting to be filled.

Susanne lost all concern for her victim and fucked the fat dildo into the hilt. Connie’s pussy was filled. She was stretched to her fullest. There was no room for more cock in her pussy. That’s when Kristy dismounted Connie’s face to strap on her dildo.

Susanne rolled over on her back taking Connie’s clutching body with her. Kristy moved in behind them both and lubricated Connie’s asshole with some kind of love oil. She worked first one than another finger into my wife’s tight little ass hole. All the way in and out they went while Connie still took ten inches from underneath.

Kristy then started rubbing the end of her strap on over and into Connie’s ass. She put enough in to make her moan out loud. When Susanne removed her dildo Kristy would insert more into Connie’s ass. As Susanne returned home to the hilt Kristy would withdraw. This went on for longer than I thought possible for a woman to take.

Finally the grunts and moans were replaced by Connie’s words. “I’m going to cum... Make me cum... Fuck me... give it to me... both of you.” Both women started stroking in unison both going in to the hilt at the same time. Connie was thrashing wildly between these two strange women.

Her orgasm began the moment she agreed to this game. When it finally took control of her she couldn’t hold back any longer. Thrashing and trembling, crying and wailing all at once, she released herself from years of frustration. She collapsed in a heap on top of Susanne with Kristy still impaling her ass. Both kept a steady pace until she could speak again.

They held each other till Kristy pulled out and Connie rolled over to reveal Susanne removing her strap on. They all stroked each other as Susanne got on all fours and asked Kristy to fuck her from behind. Connie slid between Susanne and Kristy’s legs and licked both their cunts as they fucked each other to glory.

All three completely spent they dressed and made plans to return to the bar. I cut out ahead of them to wait for my new wife to return to me. She arrived with a smile and said,” I like this game. When can we do this again?” Her newfound knowledge of her own repressed desires would never let her be the same woman again. Her new lovers could never let her go without her agreeing to come back to them.

I am still waiting for the day when they will include me in their games.