My Wife, Her Girlfriends, and Me

My Wife,

Her Girlfriends,

And Me

By Amber Solis

Author's note: This is a spin off of another story that is not posted on Literotica, due to being published in another place. That story, in a nutshell, is this:

A young woman discovers she is bisexual, has a relationship with her girlfriend. They start a chess club. Other people join, with their own agendas. The whole thing was a setup, hearts were broken, life moved on. In between all of that was lots of lesbian sex. This story starts two years later...

Act I

"Can My Husband Stay With You Girls For The Night?"

That Friday was a case of "bad news and good news" for me. My wife, Tish, yes, that Tish of the notorious lesbian chess club, in all the news last year, called me at lunch.

"Rick! I found Sam!" Samantha Hayes, once her lover, one of the three women who manipulated her and the club into becoming the chess phenomenon of the decade, all for a publicity stunt so the principal architect of the horrible episode could shoot back to chess superstardom after a hiatus for attending school.

"Tish," I said, concerned, "Do you want to re-establish contact with her? After her part in what they did to you guys?"

"I do, Rick," she said. "I still love her. I've missed her so much this last year."

"Ok," I said. She meant it; I could hear it in her voice.

This didn't surprise me. Tish was all heart. She loved those she loved, including me, with everything she had. Her heart, her soul, and her body. That part of her personality was what first drew me to her. Only one woman had ever misused Tish's heart to the point that Tish no longer cared for her. And the fact of that, a year later? It still made her sad when she thought about it.

"And yes," Tish said, perfectly anticipating my next question, as she always did, "I do want to have a loving, sexual relationship with her like I've kept up with Jen and Martha. And Becky and Cassandra! If, like with Jen and Martha, and Becky and Cassandra, and all the other girls, it's ok with you."

"I've got no problem with you having loving, sexual relations with women, with all your girls, as long as you still want to keep me around," I said. "You know that. I know what those relationships mean to you. I'd never want to take that joy and love from you."

"Rick, God, you're the sweetest man ever!"

Yeah, I often hear that, mostly from Tish and her girlfriends. Don't know why.

Call me crazy. Many of my friends have. For falling in love with a woman known, far and wide, literally across the world, for creating a lesbian chess club. In far-west Texas. Call me crazy for letting my wife continue to have loving, sexual relationships with her girlfriends after we married. Going in, I knew this would be a part of the package. I don't care. I won her hand in marriage. I have zero problems with her having sex with other women and sharing her love with them. Not once had Tish ever neglected me in any way, and certainly not in the bedroom! She had done whatever I wanted, when I wanted, with a will! She was a kind, sharing, considerate lover who wanted her partner to be as satisfied in lovemaking as she was. And after she had been with her girlfriends for a night or two? Our sex was off-the-charts fantastic!

Letting her keep her relationships with her girlfriends made her happy, and that made me happy. Yeah, this probably wouldn't work for everyone. But it worked for us.

"Thanks," I said, "But I'm worried about this one. Jen and Martha love you. Becky and Cassandra love you. Most of the other girls from the club love you. Hell, ALL of the other girls from the club love you! They all stood beside you when this all blew up, as that awful bitch intended it to do. But Sam? Honey, Sam was one of the ones who created the whole rotten thing. And when it all blew up? That Awful Bitch, Sam, and Lisa? Honey, they all evaporated into thin air and never once called or tried to contact you."

"You're afraid I'm setting myself up for more heartache," she said.

"Yes," I said. "Baby, I know how big your heart is. Your heart is the only thing this Yankee-descended boy knows of that is bigger than Texas. Sometimes I worry you don't realize how most other people's hearts don't work like yours."

"Your heart seems to come pretty close," Tish said. "You don't just tolerate me being with and loving Jen, Martha, Becky, and Cassandra. You like them, too."

"I do," I said, "They're great people, all of their own. I'd be happy to know them all as friends of mine, even without you in the mix. But mostly, it's because they make you happy."

"When Jen and Martha snuggle up with you on the couch?" Tish said, "On Movie Night Friday Cuddle Times? It's not me they're making happy."

"I have to admit that I have grown very fond of it since they started that. And, my little liar lover-girl, I can tell you do like it too."

"How do you know?" she asked.

"Because when they leave? You are the craziest wildcat in bed I have ever encountered!"

It was true. Tish was a great, fun, lover, on average. But after a Friday Movie Night Cuddle-Time with the three of them? When Jen and Martha had spent the entire evening cuddled up to me on either side? After they left, and Tish and I went to bed? Tish was insatiable!

This had started a couple of months ago. We were watching a scary movie, a for-real, Italian horror masterpiece, which could scare a ghost dead all over again. About a quarter of the way in, at a suspense peak, all of a sudden, I had Jen on my right arm, Martha on my left arm, and Tish on the floor between my legs, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around my left leg. And there they stayed throughout the movie, returning after bathroom breaks, drink refills, etc.

The following Friday, we watched a rom-com so bland I don't even remember what it was about. But as the opening credits faded and the movie began, the ladies were again cuddled up to me. And so it had been ever since. Even with no chance of sex with Jen and Martha? Being cuddled up to two such gorgeous women for an hour and a half? I got used to that real fast! I found myself looking forward to Friday Night Movie Cuddle Time!

No chance of sex with them? Well, not for me, anyway. Jen and Martha are lesbians. Jen had been married, raised two kids, and sent them off to college. She claimed she has always been a lesbian and only got married because her husband, Bill, had been such a great guy. She said that any lesbian who meets such a great guy really ought to give being his wife some serious thought. She had been happy and fulfilled until he died of cancer. And at the end, she was right by his side, with their kids and grandkids.

Martha has always been a lesbian and has never had anything to do with men. She was gorgeous! Fifty-five, beautiful, toned, full figure, 36C breasts, blue-eyed, fair-skinned, and her hair? It had gone total platinum right after her forties had ended. And it was stunning. Stunning!

No other way to say it. No way would she ever dye that hair! It went down in waves to her mid-back, and you just wanted an excuse to touch it. Stroke it, hold it in your hands. Run your hands through it. Bury your face in it. While she cuddled up to my left shoulder, I couldn't help but let my left arm fall across her shoulders, stroking her hair as she buried her face against my chest. She may be a lesbian. And I may be as straight as an arrow. But we found this one shared mutual cuddle time, she and I. Jen and I. Tish and me, where we could all share the warmth and physical pleasure of contact with our bodies. And, oh, dear Mommy! It was good!

And...yeah. With three beautiful women surrounding me? Did I get an erection, you wonder?

Yep! You guessed it. Without fail! I popped a rod every time. And it stood at attention the whole evening. No way to prevent that! I know Tish knew. I'm pretty sure Jen and Martha knew. I'm not one of those ginormous, monster-cock male pornstars, by any means. But as Tish had said, "A girl wouldn't have any trouble finding THAT in the dark!"

Tish had said something, and as my mind wandered about how nice "Friday Movie Night Cuddle-Times" were, I had completely missed it.

"Sorry, babe, what was that?" I asked.

"I understand your reservations about me re-establishing contact with Sam. I do. But I have to try. And I thank you, of course. And always! For letting me try, my love.

"So. Can you stay with Jen and Martha tonight while I have Sam over?"

That was the good news!

Despite having no shot at sex with them? The whole "straight guy and his wife's lesbian lovers" thing? I loved them both and got along great with them both.

"I don't mind," I said, "But I'll have to call them. Maybe they've got plans and don't want a guy around."

"No, they're good. They're looking forward to you coming over. I already spoke with them."

"My gal. Leave nothing to chance, do you?"

"Listen, Rick. This is important, ok? I told them to make sure you don't feel lonely. And don't you dare let them feel lonely, either, ok? Listen, my darling husband: you have my permission to touch them. To hold them. I want you to be good to them."

She was evading my question, I know. I was only half-listening to her as my mind's eye conjured up lovely visions of the two beautiful women cuddling up to me on either side. Yay me!

Would that be wrong, though? We had only done this in our home. Would Martha and Jen even consider doing this with me? In their home? Without Tish being present? This was uncharted waters for me!

But those weren't the only visions in my mind's eye! The competing vision of my beloved wife making love to Sam, whom she had once loved so dearly, was also blazing across the movie screen in my mind. It was a compelling vision, too. I loved to see my wife make love to another woman, or women! I wanted this to work out for her almost as much as she did. I hoped and prayed Sam would be amenable to reason just because of what she had meant to my wife, emotionally, such a short time ago.

She could tell by my silence that my mind was wandering, and my darling wife knew exactly down which avenues it was tripping. So to bring my attention back to the matter, she said, "Did you hear me, Rick? They aren't to let you feel lonely. And you are to be good to them!"

"No chance of that, if they want to watch a movie," I said. "Tish, do you think they'll want to cuddle up tonight? Since it's their home? And you won't be there?"

She laughed when I said that, and said,

"Husband of mine, you just make sure you are a considerate and polite guest!"

But I was still thinking about how she was opening herself up to more heartbreak, so I missed it.

"Listen, my love," I said, "You be careful. And be ready for disappointment. I know that's not how you think. You're always such an optimist. And I don't mean to say that as if it were a fault! But remember this: you found Sam by accident. She did not reach out to you. She has not reached out to you in over a year, despite knowing where you live, and living in the same town. I hate to break your heart, love, but I'm afraid that's your answer, right there."

"I have to try," Tish said. "Jen and Martha said the same thing. So did Becky and Cassandra. I have to try. There's a good side to Sam. There has to be. For that part of her, I have to try."

A horn honked outside. Tish said, "That's Jen. I had her come by to pick you up."

"Honey, it's not even 1:00 PM; I can't leave now!"

A heavy hand landed on my shoulder, and it was my boss. "Yes, you can, Rick. Jen called and said she had to get you home to see your wife because your car broke down."

My boss, Lester Might, was one of Jen's brother's-in-law. "So go! Start your weekend early! And good luck with the car, old sport! Don't worry about the lab, we'll keep the positrons and the electrons from coming into contact." He smiled, pushed me out the door, and waved as Jen opened her car door for me.

"Well, hello, there, sailor!" Jen said from the driver's seat of her car. "Been a long cruise? Let me take you home to my place! Hell, you can even meet my wife!" Jen had the raunchiest sense of humor. For that alone, I'd have loved her. But when you added in what she meant to my wife? No way I could not have loved her.

Well. Ok, then. Early start to the weekend! It doesn't get much better than this, I thought. But I was wrong!

Act II

A Warm Welcome

Jen had already been over to our place and picked up the overnight bag Tish had packed for me, so after a quick stop at the grocery store, we went straight to her place. We didn't buy a lot of stuff. I offered to get some steaks and potatoes for baking, or chicken breasts and pineapple, and grill them for us. But after picking up some basic salad stuff, Jen said we had everything else we needed at her place, already waiting for us. What we got amounted to only one bag, and a six-pack of wine. I carried it in from the car, and Jen got the door.

The instant I walked in the door, I heard, "Rick!" And running footsteps. Jen quickly took the bag and wine from me because the next instant, I was body-slammed by a gorgeous, platinum-haired goddess, wrapping me up in a big bear hug, her head against my chest. She was squeezing me tightly and bouncing up and down on her toes, and it was the most wonderful experience, feeling Martha's body rubbing against mine. I immediately felt my cock stirring in my pants. I couldn't push Martha away! And I couldn't turn my hips away from contact with her hips, either, because she never gave me any room to turn my hips.

All I could do was endure. I also became aware that my hands were on Martha's waist, just above her ass. I don't even remember doing that! I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to reach down a bit further, squeeze those ass cheeks, and give this delicious woman a real reason to squirm in my arms! My cock loved this idea and was now standing at nearly full attention! I so dearly wanted to grab that ass! But somehow, I managed to control my hands, if not my cock. I should have won an award for forbearance.

Martha held on like this for almost half a minute. Finally, startled, she pulled away from me, blushing, "Oh! Rick! Oh, my goodness, look what I've done to you! Jen, do you see this? Rick? Are you all right? Will you be ok?"

What I said next was so monumentally dumb. And I can only offer this in my defense: nothing in my life had ever, in any way, prepared me for having my wife's mid-fifty-year-old lesbian lovers give me a raging hard-on, in their home, via a full frontal-body assault-hug and then have a good long look at my erection making a tent in my slacks. The only thing I could think of to say was:

"I'm all right. I'll be ok. I think I'll live." A moment like that, and that was all I had? Three strikes, all in one turn at bat? Add in the embarrassment of standing in front of them with a full erection, because of anything I possessed? I figured an erect penis be the last thing I had any use for this weekend! But I was never one of those guys who could easily talk to women. And the more I liked a woman, the more difficult it was to think of anything to say! It had taken me a year to work up the courage to talk to Tish!

Martha said, "Rick, oh my God, you're so cute when you blush!" Her hands were on my chest and belly, just above where my insistent cock was determined to point itself. When she touched me, I swear I went color-blind and cross-eyed, both at the same time!

Jen said, "Ok, princess, come on. Our guest is likely to have a stroke from embarrassment. Help me put this stuff up." She handed the bag to Martha, who went to the kitchen. But Jen stayed behind with me and was also blushing. She took a step towards me, and another, now standing very close.

"You know, Rick, I haven't had a chance to hug you yet."

"If you want to wait, I understand," I said. "This may take a while to go down. I don't mean to sound crude, but Martha really is a gorgeous woman, and I'm afraid she's got me all fired up."

Jen closed the space between us and pressed her body against mine, as Martha had. My erection was resting against her belly. Her toned, tight body was somewhat slenderer than Martha's, more athletic and wirier; nonetheless, Jen was still a lovely woman to be in close physical contact with. And when she pressed her hips and belly against my erect penis, I groaned slightly. She responded by putting her arms around me, and held us tightly together, and also resting her head on my chest. On instinct, my arms went around her, holding her tightly to me. We were quiet for a moment, then she said,

"You know I was married to a man, once, right?"

I could barely think. I was now fighting to keep from doing anything inappropriate. You could accept that perhaps Martha hadn't realized what she was doing, not being used to men. She'd never been with a man in her life. But Jen?

"Jen, yes, I know," I said. "Jen, it's not that I don't like this," and my hands were already starting to rub up and down her back, again, with no overt direction from me to do so, "But, you know what you're doing to me, right?" Standing there, her body pressed against mine, her various aromas from her body, her perfume, hell, even her shampoo and conditioners, flooding my senses, I was losing control fast! "Jen, honey, please! I'd never want to take advantage of you or disrespect you in any way, especially not in your own home! But Jen-" She shifted her body against me slightly, and now my cock was directly pressed against her pubic mound. I felt her warmth against me, even through her shorts and slacks. "Jen, please! I'm going to lose control if you keep this up!"

She held still, yet did not break her embrace, for another few moments, before releasing me and stepping away. She was profoundly embarrassed and blushing crimson red.

She kept her hands on my shoulders, stared at my chest, and almost whispered, "It's ok, Rick. It's not your fault. I took advantage of you. I'm sorry, Rick. It's been... it's been so long since I felt... that...and I've missed it. So much more than I ever would have thought. And here you are. And you're such a wonderful man. I know I'm safe with you; I know you'd never intentionally hurt me. Or Martha. Or Tish. All the girls from the club think the world of you, Rick."

I had no idea what to say to that! So after a bit of silence, she said,

"Thank you, Rick, for letting me have that moment with you."

"You're welcome," I said. "I hope Martha didn't see it and think I took advantage of you."

"I saw it," Martha said, standing close behind me, startling me enough to make me jump. "Sorry! I didn't mean to make you jump! But I saw the whole lovely, sweet moment between the two of you. I hope you don't mind. I really did think it was sweet." And now she was pressing her front against my backside, her hands on my hips.

"I'm... glad I could make you feel good," I said. Again. Yes. Struggling for words!

"Ok, look," Jen said, "It's a couple of hours till dinner. Why don't we all go for a swim? Rick can do some laps and maybe that'll help with his... control issues?" I blushed, and they giggled like schoolgirls! "Rick, here's your bag; you know where the bathroom is. You change, and we'll all meet out at the pool. Sound good?"

I got in the bathroom, got undressed, went over to the tub, and had a quick jerk-off. And I do mean quick! I don't think it's ever taken less time for me to climax. It hit me hard too, and I know I groaned slightly. I hoped the ladies hadn't heard that! When I came, it gushed everywhere. I cleaned it all up as well as I could. I wondered if there was some federal law against jerking off in the bathroom of the home of your wife's lesbian lovers? Maybe not a law, per se, but a firmly held, unspoken social contract dead set against the idea? Whatever it was, it couldn't possibly be good; I knew that!