Since we met, she has never hid the fact that she was bisexual. Even though she loved and married me, she still has times where she needs a woman’s touch. At first this was strange for me, but over time, I got use to it. She never kept secrets from me, and when she would return home after meeting a female friend, she would tell me all about their sex. Her retelling always ended with us having wild sex, so I had nothing to complain about.
Shellie, my wife, had a traumatic accident when she was a teenager that caused her to be barren. We tried different things for her to get pregnant, but nothing worked. We had always planned on adopting but for one reason or the other, we never went through with it.
Shellie never seemed to be bothered by not being able to have kids. Once she started teaching, she would say she had all the kids she needed. She loved her students and they loved her. Shellie was stern but fair, and her students knew if they tried, she would help them in any way she could.
Because she had never had pregnancy to deal with, my wife looked the same at thirty-eight as she did at nineteen when I met her. She had shoulder length brown hair, with blue-gray eyes. She stood five feet and seven inches. She had always been blessed with curves having wide hips, thin waist and a 36C bust.
We bought our house after she was awarded her position at the school. It was a nice ranch style home with three bedrooms, two baths and plenty of room for just the two of us. Our neighborhood was a pleasant one. No one was too nosy, but everyone would look out for their neighbor and their property.
Daniel and Leah moved into the neighborhood about a year after us. We were all about the same age, so we hit it off rather quickly. Daniel and I were always going to sporting events, fishing or hunting together. Shellie and Leah would always go shopping or to the spa. Although I always questioned her, Shellie and Leah never had sex.
Although Shellie had no problem with her sexuality, she never pushed it on any one. She had her go to girls, and never made a pass on any of our friends. She would say that she didn’t want sex to change her relationship with our friends.
A couple years after Daniel and Leah moved in the neighborhood, Leah became pregnant. I am not sure who was happier, Leah or Shellie. Shellie would go with her to the doctor, and became her lamaze coach. Their shopping trips became more frequent and much more expensive.
Once the baby was born, we became like her second set of parents. When Leah went back to work after her maternity leave, Shellie would pick Lynn up everyday from the day care and would keep her until Daniel or Leah got off work. We were also on the top of the babysitter list and kept her many nights while her parents went out.
I can remember growing up how people would always say how time would fly by, I fully understand that now. It seemed like Lynn was born, the next day she was walking, the following day she was in school, and today she is turning sixteen. The whole sixteen years were a blur. The tiny baby that we had kept was now a young lady.
Lynn had turned into a beautiful young lady. She was short like her mom, at only an even five feet. She had black hair and her body had an olive complexion, so she always looked tanned. She also had the cutest, perfectly round ass. I actually felt bad when she walked by me, because I couldn’t help but look. Her breasts were not big, but they were perfect for her stature.
Shellie was close to Lynn and served as her voice of reason. Numerous times Lynn would come crying to Shellie about an argument with her parents, or something at school. Shellie would always be understanding and try to lead her in the right way.
About a week after Lynn’s sweet sixteen party, I arrived home at my normal time. Just like everyday, I went inside and placed my things on the table and then went into my shop to piddle. While in my shop, I heard the door from the house shut. When I looked out I saw a barefoot Lynn walking across the yard toward her house.
Being friendly I called out to her.
“Good afternoon Lynn, leaving so soon?”
I must have surprised her because she jumped back and her hand went to her heart. I noticed that she looked flush. Her nipples were strained against the confines of her bra and tee shirt.
“Jay, you scared me to death.”
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to,” I responded and walked out to where she was standing.
Her hands and voice trembled and she refused to look me in the eye. “I ahh have some homework to do. Shellie was just helping me with a problem I had. I will see you later okay?”
I nodded and she continued across the yard. I gave into temptation and took a quick glimpse at her ass as she trotted away. I shook my head, then went into the house. I knew something was not right, but I couldn’t lay a finger on it.
I walked into the house and Shellie was at the kitchen sink. She was wearing just her pink thong and a tee shirt. That was not odd, usually after school she wanted to get comfy. So I walked over and wrapped my arms around her from behind.
As she always does, she turned to face me, and had the cat that ate the canary look on her face. I noticed that her nipples were hard as well. My mind began to churn with ideas of what Shellie and Lynn had been doing.
After a nice long kiss, I sat in chair beside the table. “Okay, what went on today?” I asked.
“What on earth do you mean honey?”
“Lynn acted strange, and had this flushed look on her face. Her nipples were hard and she wouldn’t look me in the eye. Then I come inside, and you are almost in the same state. Did you do something?”
Shellie raised her eyebrows and smiled. “Probably not what you have going through your perverted mind. Lynn needed some womanly advice, and was too scared to talk to her mom. So I, lets say, helped her.”
Honestly, what I had going through my mind was pretty perverted. All I could see in my mind was Shellie and Lynn is a lustful sixty-nine. My cock was hardening as the image continued to play in my mind. I just sat there looking at my wife, waiting for the details.
“While in class today, some of the girls were talking about sex, and Lynn was curious. She told me that a couple of girls talked about how guys had made them cum, and also talked about masturbating.”
I sat at the table and nodded.
“I explained to her how a guy can make a girl cum by stimulating the clitoris, and explained that during masturbation, it was pretty much the same thing except with no help.”
I sat up in the chair. “So you both got excited while talking about masturbating and have an orgasm?”
“Not exactly,” she continued. “After I explained it to her, she still didn't get the jist of it. So I took off my clothes and demonstrated. Honey, it was so hot having her watch me. It really turned me on. It didn't take but a few minutes and I was cumming.”
The image of my beautiful wife masturbating in front of our cute young neighbor had me hard. I adjusted my member in my jeans. Shellie must have noticed my situation and walked over and knelt in front of me.
“After I was done, Lynn was in awe. Her big brown eyes were wide open,” Shellie continued as she unbuttoned my pants. “Witnessing me having such a big orgasm, just made her have more questions. I answered them the best I could then I had an idea.”
Shellie had my cock in her hand and stroked slowly as she enlightened me on her idea.
“I suggested she take off her clothes, and I would coach her on how to masturbate. Surprisingly she didn't hesitate. She stood and peeled her clothes off in a flash. I am telling you Jay, she is a little hottie. You would like seeing her naked. Her pussy was covered with light pubic hair and her lips were all puffy.”
Shellie kissed the head of my cock.
“I had her lay down and talked her through her first orgasm. I am telling you, it was the hottest thing I have ever experienced.”
She barely got the last words out of her mouth before she engulfed my hard cock. She was always a master at giving head, but that day she was on a mission. She sucked my cock in all at once while her hand cupped my balls. Her lips tightened and she bobbed up and down on me like a mad woman.
With the images in my head, and Shellie’s words playing through my mind, I couldn't hold back. My normally strong stamina had a weak spot. In less than five minutes, I emptied my balls into my wife’s mouth. My whole body trembled as she sucked every drop I could give her, and she sucked for more.
After my cock deflated, Shellie released my cock and continued to prepare dinner. We ate and together we cleaned the kitchen and relaxed for some television. During the evening I would ask her about her day with Lynn, in hopes of getting her turned on for a night of sex.
A couple days later I received a text from Shellie before I left from work. She informed me that Lynn was to spend the night with us while Daniel and Leah had a work event to attend. I texted her back that I was okay with it and continued to work.
I arrived home at my normal time. I went into the house to place my things on the table, as usual. Lynn was sitting at the table doing homework while Shellie was preparing dinner. I spoke to both and went out to the shop and worked until Lynn called me in for dinner. I went in and washed up and sat down to eat.
After dinner I cleaned up the dishes and the rest of the kitchen while Shellie looked over Lynn’s homework. When they were done, Lynn excused herself to go take a shower while Shellie helped me finish up. Once done we retired to the den for some television.
Lynn joined us shortly after we had gotten comfortable. She came out with a towel wrapped around her head, a tee shirt and her panties. Her smooth legs look very good as she sat in the chair directly across the den from me. When she sat down, she pulled her legs up and hugged her knees while she watched the show.
I could not keep my eyes from glancing in her direction. She looked so hot and innocent. With her legs pulled up she was giving me a perfect view of her plump, panty covered vulva. I felt guilty looking at her, but I could not pull my eyes away.
A little before ten, Lynn told us goodnight and went to bed. As soon as the door closed to her room, I heard Shellie giggle. I innocently looked over at her.
“You sly old fox, couldn't help it could you?” she said as she giggled.
“What are you talking about?” I could feel the blood rushing to my face. My cheeks were burning. I knew she had seen me looking, but for some reason embarrassed by it.
Shellie opened her legs and rubbed between them. “You couldn't help looking at Lynn’s plump pussy could you? You can't stand that I have seen it and you haven't.”
“That is ridiculous,” I lied. “You seeing it has nothing to do with it. Lynn is a sexy young lady, I am a man, it was visible and I looked, it’s as simple as that”.
Shellie tossed her panties into my lap as she walked by me and went to our bedroom. Like a dog chasing a rabbit, I was close behind. Normally, we do not have sex when Lynn is there, but apparently I was not the only one turned on my our sexy neighbor.
Shellie and I fucked for a good two hours. She was loud, maybe even louder than normal. I tried to muffle her with my lips but in a couple positions, kissing was difficult. She was always a dirty talker, but that night she was off the chain.
Like every morning that Lynn stayed with us, I got up early and cooked her a big breakfast. Pancakes, sausage, and some fresh fruit. When she sat down to eat, she seemed tired. I felt bad that Shellie and I may have kept her up.
“How did you sleep, sweetheart?” I asked, with concern.
“I slept great, just not long enough.”
Not another word was spoken until she and Shellie left for school. I kissed Shellie on the lips, and Lynn on the cheek as they went out the door. I cleaned the dishes and finished getting ready for work. Before I left, I went through the house and turned off all the lights and checked curling irons and other styling tools to make sure they were off.
I walked through Lynn’s room to check her straightener. I then turned to straighten the bed when I noticed a pair of panties under the comforter. I picked them up to put them in the dirty clothes hamper, but they felt damp.
I couldn't resist the urge to smell them. I raised the pink bikini panties to my nose and inhaled. The smell was intoxicating. The sweet musky smell of the crotch made me hard instantly. My first thought was to jack off with them, but after the marathon sex Shellie and I had the night before, I knew I would not have the time. So I placed them in the hamper and left.
Lynn’s scent was with me the whole day, therefore my cock was hard almost all day. By the time lunch rolled around, I had to have some relief. I went to the bathroom and attempted to wash the scent off. It was no use. It was stuck in my senses.
I was in agony by the time I got home. For once, I wish that Shellie had worked late so I could use the panties. Unfortunately she didn't, and to make things worse, when I pulled up at my house, Lynn was prancing her cute ass back home.
I got out of the truck and went inside. Shellie was sitting at the table when I walked in. She smiled when she saw me.
“Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” she said with a laugh.
I just rolled my eyes and went to the bathroom. As I was washing my hands I looked back at the hamper and the panties were gone. I was relieved. I was not sure I could handle seeing them again. If I saw them, I would have to smell them and then the torture would continue.
I left the bathroom and went back to the kitchen.
“She heard us last night,” Shellie said with a smirk.
“I don't know how she could have not. You were a wild woman,” I replied
“You should have heard the questions she asked me before you arrived. She asked me if I was screaming because you were hurting me. Of course, I told her it was quite the opposite. I was screaming because it felt really good.”
In my state of arousal, I really didn't need to hear what Shellie was saying. My cock was already in pain. Unfortunately, I couldn't stop her.
“She is so curious about sex. I am so glad my parents were more open with me,” she concluded for the time being.
She got up and began dinner. I went out to the shop and tried to get my mind off of Lynn and her panties. By the time Shellie called me in for dinner, I had finally shook the thoughts out and was thinking clearly.
We sat at the table and ate.
“Did you put Lynn’s panties in the hamper?” Shellie asked, almost making me choke in the food I had put in my mouth.
“Yeah, they were on the bed, so I put them in there to be washed.”
“She almost freaked out when they were not in the bed. She told me she got so turned on by hearing us, that she took them off and masturbated.”
Fuck, that was not what I needed to hear.
“She asked me if it was bad of her to have fantasized that it was her that you were fucking instead of me.”
I sat my fork down and looked at her. The tension was getting too much for me to handle. The thought of our hot neighbor masturbating while thinking of me fucking her was torture.
“Jay, what is it?”
“Shellie, this is not right. I shouldn't be having the thoughts I am having. Lynn is a special young lady. She shouldn't be thinking about fucking me. She shouldn't be masturbating for you. None of this is right.”
“What the fuck Jay? You make us sound like pedophiles. Lynn trusts us, and she is at a time in her life where her body is changing. Her hormones are running wild. You wouldn't believe the girls around school that get pregnant or come down with an STD because their parents are too uptight to explain sex to them. I don't know about you, but I would rather Lynn find things out with us than to be taken advantage of and become just another notch on some high school Casanova's bed post.”
I had really pushed her buttons. Shellie got up from the table, heading straight for the bedroom and slammed the door. I got up and cleaned the kitchen alone. In all of our years of marriage, I had never made her that mad. So when I was done, I went to apologize.
I knocked on the door, but all I heard was silence. I knocked again, and opened the door. Shellie was laying on the bed with her back to me. I walked over and sat on the foot of the bed.
“You are right. I had not thought of it like that. I too would rather Lynn find explore her sexuality with people who love her and that she trusts.