After walking home, Bob had gone to bed alone but only after having more to drink. While the booze helped knock him out, he slept only fitfully, partially because he did not like sleeping without the warmth of his wife beside him. By 6 a.m. he finally gave up.

He showered, dressed and decided to walk down to the nearby Costa coffee shop as he did not want to be alone. The entire time, all he could think about was his wife.

The fact was that Bob did not really know what to think. He wanted happiness for Karen and Rachel, even if that meant their relationship had become sexual. He had nothing against homosexual relationships, either male or female. However, he did not think it was unnatural or wrong that he was threatened by Karen and Rachel’s sudden sexual attraction.

Would this mean the end of a happy, thirty-year marriage?

Did it mean that he could no longer sexually satisfy Karen?

Would Karen decide to move in with Rachel?

What would his golf buddies say if he had to tell them that he had lost his wife to another woman?

The questions seemed endless.

Bob wanted to scream even as the coffee shop became more crowded on a Sunday morning. He told himself not to think this way, that he was overreacting. However, Bob knew that Karen on the surface was very conservative. He was the one who was forever suggesting little things to spice up their sex life: a new position, the purchase of a sex toy, even something as small as doing it on the sofa once in awhile now that their son had gone away to university. Karen had resisted all of these suggestions, and now she was turning into a lesbian? It didn’t make any sense. He finished his coffee and headed back home.

Meanwhile, a couple of miles away, Rachel awoke the same morning only to find that she was alone in the bed. She put on her dressing gown and hurried downstairs, worried that Karen had already left.

Rachel found her friend in the kitchen, sitting at the small table without a stitch on. Karen, seeing Rachel, asked in a small voice, “Rachel, I’m cold.”

After rushing to turn up the heating and getting her friend a dressing gown, Rachel asked, “Why are you down here rather than in bed?”

“I woke up about 4 a.m. and couldn’t get back to sleep,” Karen answered. “You were sleeping so beautifully, I did not want to wake you, so I slipped downstairs and made some coffee. Want a cup?”

“No thanks,” Rachel replied. “What have you been doing all this time?”

“Thinking,” Karen explained. “I often do this when Bob is still asleep. I go downstairs – usually, I’m not totally naked – and think about what is worrying me. I can usually solve my problems after enough thought and caffeine.”

“What’s worrying you this morning beautiful?” Rachel asked her friend. Karen had put on the dressing gown, but it was still open in front, giving Rachel a good view of Karen’s smallish, perky breasts.

“Lots of things. You, Bob, me, us, what happens next, what all of this means, both now and in the future. The list goes on …”

Rachel thought for a moment and said, “Would you like to go back upstairs with me.”

Karen smiled but shook her head. “No, that’s partly what I’ve been thinking about.”

Rachel frowned deeply and appeared to be on the verge of tears. Karen scrambled to her feet, walked quickly over to her best friend and embraced her so that her bare tits rubbed against Rachel’s dressing gown.

“Shhhh,’ I didn’t mean what you’re thinking. Please don’t cry,” Karen said reassuringly. “I want nothing more to go to bed with you and experience what it is like to make love to someone you care so much about. But I, we, must look at this from all angles.”

Rachel was only partly reassured. “What are you saying?”

“Well,” Karen said slowly and carefully, “after thinking for the past three hours, I have concluded that we have a three-way relationship. There’s you and me, there’s Bob and me, and we even have to consider your and Bob’s relationship. How do we go about this without anyone getting hurt?

“The good news is that looking back, I have probably faced far more difficult inter-personal problems when I was an HR manager. The secret is to treat everyone with respect and try to make everyone a winner, not a loser. So ….”

For the next fifteen minutes, Karen explained to Rachel the plan she had concocted during three hours of thinking in a darkened kitchen. Rachel didn’t agree totally with Karen’s plan, but then all Rachel wanted to do was to go upstairs with Karen and ravage her body.

In the end, Rachel went along with it.

Rachel was sad to see Karen put on the clothes she wore the night before – partly because it meant that Karen was leaving and partly because the thin blouse, skin-tight jeans and four-inch heels looked so sexy on her usually conservative friend. But, a plan was a plan.

Bob was working in the garden when Karen arrived home. It was spring, and there was a lot of gardening to be done. Bob loved their garden, so Karen figured that is where he would be.

“Hello, darling,” she greeted him cheerily. Not beating around the bush, she said, “I supposed you didn’t get a good night’s sleep, either?”

Bob was slow to answer because so many things were going through his mind. Did Karen not sleep because, like him, she was worried? Or was Karen tired from a night of wild sex with her girlfriend? He didn’t really know how to answer, so Karen answered for him.

“No, it’s not what you think. I woke up at four and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I drank a pot of coffee. I’m going to go upstairs and try to take a morning nap. Is that OK?”

Bob was so happy just to have Karen back home and acting somewhat normally that he didn’t object. While he wanted to talk about what had happened over the previous two days, he still did not know how to approach it.

A few hours later, Karen reappeared in the garden, freshly showered and dressed in a smart but casual outfit.

“Going somewhere?” he asked.

“Yes, she said. I feel like doing some shopping, and it’s a nice Sunday. I know you would rather be in the garden than in some girly store with me, so I will leave you to it. But, I had an idea. When you get done with gardening, why don’t you put on some nice clothes and meet me at the Savoy at five-thirty? We can have a drink, talk and then maybe go out for dinner. Would that be nice?”

Bob was immediately cheered. Bob and Karen occasionally met for drinks at the American Bar in the Savoy, a posh London hotel. It’s where their birthday and anniversary celebrations often started. If Karen had bad news to deliver, she probably wouldn’t choose to deliver it at the Savoy.

At five-thirty on the dot, Bob was dressed in a jacket and tie and waiting outside the bar’s entrance. After twenty minutes of pacing, he called Karen’s mobile. She answered on the second ring.

“I’m here and you’re not,” he said, somewhat curtly.

“That’s not true,” Karen replied. “I’m here at the Savoy as we agreed.”

“I don’t see you. I ‘ve been waiting at the entrance to the American Bar for the past twenty minutes …”

Karen interrupted him. “You silly man. I didn’t say anything about the American Bar! I said I would meet you at the Savoy. I don’t know where you are, but I am in Room 423. It would be so nice if you could join me here.”

Bob thought the world had gone crazy. First, he is shown pictures of his half-dressed wife snogging her best, equally undressed friend. Then, the two women spend the night together. Finally, she rents a room at the Savoy. What the hell is going on?

“OK,” he stammered. I’ll be right up.”

Moments later, he knocked on the door of 423. Karen’s voice answered, “It’s unlocked,” so he walked in.

Karen was sitting in a chair in the swanky room, drinking champagne. She rose up and he could see that she was wearing a dark purple basque or corset … whatever those things are called. The garment, which was trimmed in black velvet, pushed Karen’s breasts up and out so they looked much fuller than they actually were. Below, she wore tiny knickers that just barely covered the essentials, black holdup stockings and black patent high heels. Over top this, she wore a thin, gossamer-like black cover-up. To Bob, she looked like his vision of a middle-aged madam of an upscale bordello. Seeing Karen dressed like this was a familiar fantasy, which had now come true. The woman sitting there was indeed his straight-laced spouse.

However, he was more surprised when the bathroom door opened and Rachel emerged.

She wore essentially the same type of corset, except hers was green with black trim. As Rachel had a much larger chest than his wife, the impact of the corset was unbelievable … a guy could have easily got lost between Rachel’s tits. Rachel was not wearing a cover-up and, for that matter, she wasn’t wearing any knickers, either.

Both women looked at Bob, waiting for his reaction. Dumbfounded would have been an understatement. He stood there, mouth open, staring at one woman, then the other and then back to the first.

Karen started to explain, but Rachel interrupted.

“Bob, I want to be honest with you. I wanted more than anything in the world to make love to your wife last evening, but she wasn’t having it. She said that if the two of us were to be lovers, we had to be your lover, too. No one could be left out. I agreed, but I also didn’t want to wait. So, here we all are …”

Bob was still stunned, so Karen took over.

“Bob, I love you more than you could ever imagine, and I will do so for the rest of my life. Over the past several weeks, I became attracted to Rachel. Something came over me on Friday that I can’t explain. I took Rachel to the photo studio to make her feel better about herself, but what it really did was to make my feelings towards Rachel come gushing out.

“You see, what happened on Friday changed me and it has changed Rachel. I was the sad prig of a wife who wouldn’t even consider having sex with my husband on the sofa as it was just way too wild. Rachel was the sad hag who had to dress like she was an eighty-year-old widow and couldn’t even crack a smile. Now, she’s standing in front of her best friend’s husband wearing nothing but a corset and stockings and she can’t be bothered to cover her fanny.

“No, I cannot explain it. But, I can tell you that I feel better than I have for the past fifteen years. I feel younger, I feel sexier and I feel like I want to to have sex. Would you like to have sex with me, right here and right now?”

Karen slowly approached her husband, put her arms around his shoulders, stood on her tippy-toes and kissed him with all the passion she could muster. The kiss went on for what seemed like minutes. Then, she tore off Bob’s jacket and, ignoring his shirt and tie for the moment, started fumbling with his belt.

Meanwhile, Rachel filled two more glasses of champagne, one for her and one for Bob, and settled comfortably in the chair in which Karen had been sitting.

Karen finally managed to undo Bob’s trousers, pulled down his underwear and pushed him on the huge hotel bed. Without hesitation, she began kissing his erection, something she had not done for years. Suddenly, Bob’s cock looked as delicious to Karen as an ice cream cone on a hot summer day, and she wanted to lick it, suck it and then devour it.

Bob closed his eyes and decided the best thing to do was to stop thinking … thinking about why Karen was acting this way, why he was being sucked off and why they were putting on a show for Rachel. Just go with it and enjoy it while it lasts, he thought. As Karen continued to slurp on his hard penis, he didn’t think that life could get any better. That is until Rachel rose from the chair, approached the bed, leaned over and whispered in Bob’s ear.

“Look at your sexy Karen,” she said softly. “Don’t you love how that corset makes her tits look so big. I see you staring and I know you would like to suck them. So would I. But you can’t because she’s down there sucking you off. So, instead, would you like to suck mine?”

Rachel removed one of her large breasts from the tight confines of the corset … it practically made a noise as it popped out. She guided the nipple straight to Bob’s mouth and continued her patter.

“Oh my god, that is so good, Bob,” Rachel said. “Jesus, no one has sucked my nipples in such a long time, and now you’re the first. I know you wanted to do this for so long, and I guess I have wanted you to do it, too. I used to wear those little bikini tops on our vacations just to see how you were going to react to the sight of my tits.” She freed her other breast from the corset and squeezed his head between her tits. “Oh, yes, Bob. Tonight is going to be so good; I hope we all get fucked.

And that is exactly what happened.

Karen sensed that her husband was about ready to cum, but she thought it was far too early. She stopped sucking him and removed the rest of his clothes (although she had to interrupt Bob’s worship of their friend’s tits to do so). Bob continued to lie on his back, and with Karen’s encouragement, Rachel slowly mounted Bob, worked his hard cock into her moist slit and felt the divine pleasure of being fucked for the first time in a decade.

After starting slow, Rachel picked up steam so that she was literally bouncing on Bob’s member. Bob, ever the gentleman, did everything he could to hold back until Rachel orgasmed. When she did, it was huge. Her body tensed, her breathing stopped and her eyes closed. She was not loud, as Karen sometimes was, but her face took on an almost angelic expression of pure bliss. After a couple of seconds, Bob couldn’t hold back any longer and exploded into Rachel, filling her pussy with his semen.

Rachel was nearly unconscious from her new-found pleasure when she rolled off Bob and onto the giant bed. Bob, too, was groggy from his strong orgasm, but he couldn’t believe what he witnessed next.

As Rachel lie on her back, still recovering from her orgasm, Karen crawled over and put her head between Rachel’s legs. She tenderly kissed and licked both of Rachel’s thighs, but then stopped.

“See, Bob, this was my plan. I wanted to lick Rachel and taste her pussy ever since I saw her in her underwear on Friday afternoon at the photo studio. I don’t really know how I resisted her last night, but I did. I knew I couldn’t cheat on the husband I love so much.

“So now I’m going to lick Rachel’s pussy while you watch. I will do whatever I can to make her cum again. All the time, my lovely Bob, I am going to be tasting your jism mixed with Rachel’s juices. How lucky can a girl get!”

When Karen’s tongue touched Rachel’s clit for the first time, an electric shock travelled through both women. It was if Karen was born to lick and suck a woman. She couldn’t get enough, and her probing tongue sent Rachel into several more orgasms.

When it was clear that Karen was far from done licking her friend, Rachel – like Bob earlier – decided the only thing she could do was to simply lie back and enjoy the waves of pleasure that were unlike anything she had felt before. At about the same time, Bob, his penis again rock-hard, crawled behind his wife and began fucking her cunt doggy-style. It only took the aroused Karen a minute or two before she collapsed in the first of her many orgasms of the evening, while Bob continued to fuck his wife hard and deep until he spurted deep inside her.

The three friends fucked all night in various combinations and permutations, stopping only for champagne, a room service dinner and another break for Bob to email the office to say that he would not be in on Monday.

Epilogue

That evening – indeed the entire weekend – changed all of their lives. The three of them continued to sleep together nearly every weekend, but there was an unwritten rule that Bob and Karen had to be together to have sex with Rachel … twosome sex was forbidden.

Karen rediscovered a spark inside herself that had long been either ignored or forgotten. Her wardrobe evolved into what Bob and Rachel agreed could best be described as ‘tasteful but sexy’. Neither Bob nor Karen could resist Karen, and it was Karen who became the catalyst for their trysts. While Karen was now fifty-six, she looked and acted like a much younger woman, especially when they were together. This change made Bob a very happy husband.

Bob decided that, as he grew older, work was not as important. He had worked hard all his life and made a lot of money, so he retired much earlier that planned to spend more time with his increasingly sensual wife. In his spare time, he began to design gardens, and he even won a few awards for his hobby.

Of course, it was Rachel who changed the most. Now that she had indeed rediscovered what life is all about, she had little trouble finding a man. In fact, she had a difficult time choosing among several suitors who she had met online. Of course, being wealthy, cheerful, witty and very sexy (not to mention those tits) did not hurt her chances. She finally settled on a kind, older gentleman named Graham, who quickly became friends with Bob and Karen. As Rachel settled into a comfortable relationship with Graham, she stopped having sex with Karen and Bob.

That is, until the foursome – Karen, Bob, Rachel and Graham – chartered a private boat for a two-week cruise around the Greek islands, but that’s a whole other story.