Georgia on Her Mind

"We should spend more time naked," Lynn announced over the rim of her coffee cup. "I like this."

"I can't complain about the view," I agreed.

"It's supposed to be warm enough today that we can stay naked," Georgia said, looking as happy as I felt.

"I really had fun last night," Lynn said, still smiling.

"Have you guys done anything like that before?" Georgia asked.

"You're our first threesome," I assured her.

"I wasn't too forward, was I?" she asked Lynn.

"You were perfect."

"Are you sure?"

"Perfect, perfect," Lynn said and the conversation moved on to plans for heading into town.

"Aw shit," Georgia groaned. "I just realized that if we're heading into town, we'll have to get dressed."

"We can get naked again," I said, not seeing the problem.

"Promise we will," Georgia said as if it was the most important thing in the world to her. "We don't have to have sex again. I just really want to be naked with you guys."

"Has anyone ever told you how weird you are at times?" Lynn asked, laughing.

"Fuck you," Georgia shot back.

"Mm, maybe tonight," Lynn said, finishing off her coffee and heading upstairs for a shower.

Heading into town was a worthwhile trip as we browsed art galleries, antique, and junk shops. As Georgia had promised, it was summer warm with highs touching the lower 80s. While we had fun, what I really wanted were a few minutes alone with my wife to talk about last night. That didn't happen until we got back to the cabin.

"Care to go for a walk?" I asked. Georgia apparently understood we might need some time together, pointed us in the direction of a small creek, and insisted we leave her be why she started dinner. "Talk to me," I said, invoking our magic phrase.

"About last night?" She asked. I nodded and waited. "Is it bad if I admit I had a lot of fun?"

"Not one bit," I said, slipping my hand into hers. "But I guess I'm asking if you had the right kind of fun."

"I think I did," she said, looking up at me. We walked a bit farther before she used our magic words on me, "Talk to me, baby."

"I guess I'm wondering why you didn't want to have sex with Georgia."

"What are you talking about?" she asked, eyes wide with surprise. "Who do you think I was having sex with?"

"Both of us? I don't know, it was confusing. I kept pushing the two of you together and it felt as if you were doing the same thing."

"Because I was."

"Now I'm really confused. Why did you want to have sex with Georgia?"

"Truth?" she asked and I could see the struggle inside of her.

Sweeping her up in my arms, I held her close, reminding her, "I love you. It feels as if I have always loved you because I don't want to remember a time before I knew you. Nothing you can say will turn that off."

"I wasn't watching you having sex with her," she said, pushing away so she could look me in the eye. "I was watching her having sex with you."

She wore a sad look in her eyes when I didn't understand. "Help me understand."

She hugging me hard for a moment before turning away. "She's really hot, isn't she?"

"Georgia?"

Lynn nodded. "I mean, I always thought she was pretty, but she's more than that."

"I don't think she's prettier than you," I offered, still confused.

"You know how you kept trying to make touch her?" I nodded. "That was scary."

"Because I was forcing you? Baby, I'm so sorry. I just thought . . ."

Lynn put her fingers on my lips, cutting off my apology. "No, because every time I touched her it felt so right. Too right. Like it was something I was made to do."

"Baby, we talked about that yesterday. It's okay for you to want her."

"Not as much as I do!" she insisted, looking frantic. "Remember when she was sucking you off?" I nodded, how could I forget? "I came so hard watching her do that."

"I could tell."

"Except you didn't have anything to do with it. I didn't care about whose cock she was sucking. I got off, because it was so sexy seeing her doing it."

"Okay," I said, not seeing a problem.

"And when you went down on her? That nearly killed me because I was so jealous of what you were doing."

"Jealous because I was going down on her?"

"No, jealous because you got to do it and I didn't."

"You could have," I reminded her.

"No, I couldn't, baby. Don't see? I'm just so afraid that I'm going to like it too much."

It took seeing the panic in her eyes for me to sort out what she was saying. "More than me?"

"Maybe," she said as a tear leaked from her eye.

"Aw baby, no. Don't be like that," I said, wrapping my arms around her again. "We love each other, don't we? Nothing's ever going to get in the way of that."

"Except I loved her first."

"Whoa, what?"

"I don't mean romantically, I mean, as my best friend and my partner-in-crime. We did everything together college, except, well, what we almost did last night."

"I know you're close," I said. "But love close? Like, you know, how you and me love?"

"I don't know. If I have sex with her, what's to stop me from loving her like that?"

I watched as another tear leaked down her face and I couldn't stand it anymore. I dropped to one knee in front her, something I had only done once before in our life together. Holding her hand, I touched the band of gold around her ring finger on her left hand. "Lynn Rosemary O'Connell," I began, using her maiden name like I did that day in the park so many years ago when I had a diamond ring inside my pocket. I could still remember all the words I spoke to her that afternoon when my heart was beating so hard I was sure it showed through my chest like a cartoon. "I love you in ways I can't understand. I don't know how it can feel as if we were always in love, but it does and even if you say no to me today, I know I will never stop loving you. Not in this lifetime or the next one, forever and always."

"What are you doing?" she sobbed, tears freely flowing out of both her eyes as she looked down at me. "We're already married."

"Let me finish," I said, determined to say the rest of it. "You confuse me, infuriate me, delight me, and most of all, I believe you love me, too, and together, I believe we'll never stop trying to make each other happy. That's why I wanted to put this ring on your finger," I said, spinning her wedding band. "I still believe every word of that."

"Even if I turn into a pussy loving lesbian because you let me to make love to my best friend?" she said, showing a hint of a smile behind her tears.

"Even then," I said, kissing her hand.

"You're an asshole," she said, pulling me to my feet.

"You're probably right," I said, wiping away her tears before kissing her. That's when she started tugging at my clothes. "What are you doing?"

"Making you naked," she said. "Or don't you remember what we promised my girlfriend?"

"She's not your girlfriend yet. You haven't had sex with her, so it doesn't count."

"Oh yeah? Well you only get to watch the first time."

I helped her get me naked before stripping her down, too. With the sun setting, a slight chill was coming into the air, reminding us that spring was only beginning. Giggling, we half ran and half walked back to the cabin. As soon as Georgia saw us, she did that thing she did a lot, she squealed. "You remembered!"

"And someone is overdressed," Lynn said, crossing directly to her friend and helping her undress.

The three of us ate a light dinner and drank a lot more wine. I started to get hard a couple of times and didn't care. Hell, if seeing two beautiful women naked didn't give me a reason to get hard, then there was something wrong with me! When we moved from the table to the sitting area, I strategically picked the chair and left the couch open for the two girls. They didn't complain.

"Are we going to use the hot tub again tonight?" Georgia asked, gently touching Lynn's knee. From where I sat, it looked like a tentative gesture, as if she was testing the idea, measuring Lynn's reaction to being touched. "If we are, I should probably start filling it."

"Maybe we can skip the hot tub and just jump into bed?" Lynn suggested, surprising two out of three people in the room. "Is that okay with you?" she asked me. She stood, held out her hand to me, and led the parade upstairs.

The three of us climbed on top of the big, fluffy comforter covering Georgia's bed. At first, Lynn was in the middle, but she balked at the idea. "I want you in the middle," she told Georgia, climbing over her friend. She pulled my hand on top of Georgia's chest, smiled and said, "Teach me how to make love to a woman."

"Okay," I said, suddenly unsure of myself. "How should I start? I mean, she looks pretty ready."

"Pretend she's me," Lynn suggested.

"Well, with you, I always like to start with lots of deep kisses because I know how much you love them."

Lynn nodded. "Show me."

Feeling a hyper-aware of my every action, I tried to put myself in the right frame of mind by staring down at Georgia's pretty face. I stroked her cheek for a second while staring into her dark eyes. It felt funny trying to stare at a woman who wasn't my wife with affection, but I did the best I could. To Georgia's credit, she played it straight, offering me a tiny smile before I bent to kiss her lips. That first kiss was just a brush of my lips before I pulled away. "You're beautiful," I murmured and then kissed her again. It was another tease of a kiss, firmer than before, but I still held back. Pulling away once more, I stroked her cheek once more with the back of my hand, really appreciating her beauty before giving her the first real kiss of the night. Her lips parted easily and our tongues met in the middle for a long while before I pulled away.

"My turn," Lynn said, leaning over her friend. As I had done, she caressed Georgia's face with the back of her hand before offering a tiny kiss. When she pulled away, she stared at Georgia for a moment before softly saying, "I've always thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever met." She gave a second, firmer kiss before pulling away to study Georgia's reaction. When she went in for that third, deeper kiss, I could feel the heat between them. That kiss lasted a long time before she pulled away and smiled at me. "Okay, what now?"

I couldn't help it. I chuckled, but played along just the same. "Well, normally I keep kissing her and start rubbing her tits."

"Show me," Lynn insisted.

I had to wait a second to wipe the goofy grin off my face. In a way, it felt as if I was giving away the secrets of my seduction techniques. How many times had I done precisely these moves to Lynn? Shouldn't she recognize every one of them? I pushed away my awkward feelings, bent, and kissed Georgia again. Her lips felt wet. Was that from Lynn's kiss? Maybe. I allowed our kiss to grow in its intensity. Beneath me, Georgia was a willing partner.

We kissed with open mouths and eager tongues as I began caressing her breasts. Like last night, I was again struck by the differences between touching Lynn and touching Georgia. Even Georgia's nipples felt foreign to my fingertips as I gently twisted and pulled in the way I knew Lynn always like best.

"Oh, that was nice," Georgia said when I backed away.

"Now it's my turn?" Lynn asked. I nodded and she repeated everything she had witnessed as faithfully as she could. I marvelled while recognizing the gestures I had made. It felt funny seeing them repeated to me like a game of copycat or something. "What now?" Lynn asked, her voice breathy and excited sounded.

"Well, when I'm doing this to you, I keep going. If I going to go down on you, I keep kissing until I'm kissing down your neck."

"Less talking and more doing," she grinned.

"Well, the other part is how excited I get anticipating going down on you. That and you usually touch me."

"Okay," she said, glancing at Georgia. "Is it okay with you?"

"Yes," she whispered, clearly excited and eager for the lesson to continue.

I picked up where I left off by kissing her lips while groping her chest. Georgia reached down for my hard cock, cradling it in her hand and pulling on it while I began kissing down her neck. I lingered for a few moments when I reached her nipples, alternately sucking on one stiff point before switching to the other. Slowly, I slid down with more kisses across the flat of her tanned stomach. I kissed her pubic mound in a spot where Lynn had soft, downy fur and I stopped, looking up at my wife.

She gave me a tiny grin before repeating what she had witnessed. There was a long, deep kiss followed by the trail of tiny kisses leading to Georgia's soft breasts. Lynn earned a moan from her friend while kissing Georgia's breasts before I realized Georgia was playing along, too. Georgia had her hand between Lynn's legs, clutching my wife's sex much as she had done when I was kissing down her body. Slowly, Lynn slipped down Georgia's body, slipping away from Georgia's caress until she planted a kiss on Georgia's bald pussy.

"Keep going, baby," I suggested, stroking my wife's hair. She was in position to taste Georgia and I didn't see a reason for me to do it first.

"No, teach me to do it."

"You just do it," I smiled. "Start with how I do it to you."

"Teach me," she insisted before hooking her arm around my neck and kissing me.

Side-by-side, we laid on our stomachs between Georgia's olive toned legs. I gently rubbed Georgia's smooth pussy, exploring how she felt and hopefully teasing her before I applied my mouth.

"Tell me what you're doing," Lynn said.

"I'm just rubbing her, sort of teasing her before I lick her. She has a pretty pussy, doesn't she?" I moved my hand away.

"Yes she does," Lynn sighed, replacing my hand with hers. She gently caressed Georgia's pouting pussy. "She feels warm." Just as I had done, Lynn traced a single finger between Georgia's lips before pulling away and looking at me for the rest of her lesson.

"Sometimes, I liked to tease you," I said. "I'll sort of lick and suck on your lips before licking between them."

"I always love when you do that," she purred, her hand on the back of my head, guiding me forward for another demonstration. I did as I described, bathing and caressing both sides of Georgia's pretty pussy with my tongue. She moaned while I did it.

"That really does feel good."

"Your turn," I said, moving aside for my wife's turn. Once more, she followed my example, licking and lapping at her friend's pussy. I squirmed against the comforter, grinding my hard cock against it. Fuck, that was hot! I didn't want her to stop, but she did.

"What now?"

"Depends," I said, caressing Georgia again. Her pussy lips were wet from two tongues caressing her. I pulled her brown lips apart and exposed her clit. "Sometimes, I'll tease you," I said, blowing across her clit. "Sometimes I'll dive right in and try focusing like a laser right on your clit in tiny circles." When I demonstrated what I meant, Georgia squealed. "I always like licking your pussy because I love how you taste." I did that, too, coating my tongue with Georgia's sweetness. "Of course, fingering you can be important," I advised, slipping two fingers inside the other woman's pussy. "And, depending on how you're reacting, sometimes I'll do a little of everything." As I had done last light, I went for it. I licked, lapped, and sucked on Georgia's pussy in a combination of techniques, losing myself in the thrill of going down on a woman. With my free hand, I reached up and caressed her breasts, too. It was difficult pulling away, except I had an eager student with her cheek laying on Georgia's other thigh, eagerly waiting her turn.

I pulled away, moving to the other side of Georgia's leg, giving Lynn full access to her friend. "I love you," she told me before turning her attention to her friend. She looked nervous as she caressed Georgia for a moment, as if building up her will for what she was about to do. Holding Georgia's pussy splayed, Lynn pressed her mouth against her friend and became a pussy eater.

For a few moments, it looked as if Lynn was still finding her way. Her tongue slipped everywhere from poking deep inside Georgia's pussy up to circling her clit. It looked a little sloppy and undirected to me, but I didn't correct her. For me, eating pussy always had two parts to it. Obviously, it was about giving your partner pleasure with the most intimate of kisses. But, for me, there has always been the joy of doing it, too. I love going down on Lynn. I've always loved going down on any of the girls I knew before Lynn. I wasn't going to be critical of my only pussy eating student. She would find her way.

"Oh yes, there! Like that!" Georgia squealed, tangling her fingers into Lynn's hair while digging her heels into the mattress and lifting her ass off the bed. Seeing my wife's fair skinned face pressed against Georgia's darker flesh was erotic as hell and I struggled keeping my hands off my cock as I watched them. Whatever Lynn was doing, she had found something magical for Georgia who scream, squealed, and shook as her orgasm overtook her.

Like me, Lynn kept going after Georgia's orgasm, causing more shrieks as Georgia tried pushing Lynn away. "What?" Lynn asked, looking confused. "I'm not done yet."

"Too sensitive," Georgia gasped. "Besides, now it's my turn to do you."

Lynn smiled at me before rolling on her back. Her cheeks and chin glistened from being between Georgia's legs. I wanted to kiss her, but held back as Georgia slipped into place between my wife's creamy, white thighs. Georgia pulled her long, curly hair over her head before pressing her face against Lynn's bare lips and barely there pubic hair.

As much as I love eating pussy, I felt like an amatuer watching Georgia pleasing my wife. She went after Lynn's pussy with a gusto I had never witnessed or imagined. Where I had always tried to be a seduce, easing Lynn to an orgasm, Georgia was a wild woman. Her tongue went everywhere as she licked, slurped, and fingered my wife. It took only minutes before Lynn cried out with the joys of her first orgasm, but that didn't stop her friend. Georgia kept going, pausing only to look over her shoulder at me, "I'm gonna make your bitch squirt," she grinned before going back to work.

"Oh fuck!" Lynn cried out as another orgasm struck right on the heels of her first one. "Oohhh," she kept moaning as Georgia refused to stop. Lynn thrashed on the big bed, tossing her head so violently from side-to-side I was afraid she would break her neck. Again and again she cried out her pleasure in moans, groans, and cuss words. "Oh fuck! Oohh! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Beneath her chin, Georgia was using two fingers inside of Lynn. I could see her elbow working as she pistoned her fingers in and out of my wife's pussy. Her finger thrusts added a second wet smacking sound to the room, the first came from Georgia's mouth and the second came from Lynn's wet pussy being furiously finger-fucked. "Come for me, dammit," Georgia demanded. "Let it go. Squirt, bitch!"

Lynn began a deep, guttural groan I had never heard before. It was somewhere between a moan and a deep throated groan that sounded like something from "Animal Planet." I watched as her legs began quivering, shaking, and her eyes went wide with shock and surprise.

"Yes!" Georgia squealed, pulling away as a thick stream of clear fluid squirted out of my wife's pussy, hitting Georgia on the chest before turning into a dribble.

"Oh my God, did I just pee on you?" Lynn gasped, looking both horrified and pleased at the same time.

"No, you just squirted," Georgia laughed. "It's like girl cum." She climbed on top of Lynn, rubbing against her and kissing her. "I had a feeling you could do that."

"That was fucking amazing!" Lynn sighed, holding Georgia close and showering her face with kisses. "Can I do that to you?"