Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

Cheryl thumbed the recorder and sighed. “Jesus, girl. You had quite the week, I’d say.”

“Well, it gets better. I must admit, though,” Amanda chuckled, “my sex life is not usually that exciting. I guess the planets were aligned just right that week.”

The lesbian couple laughed at that.

Cheryl scribbled a few more notes down on her pad before looking over at Lisa. Lisa nodded in response to the question Cheryl didn’t need to vocalize. They looked back at Amanda.

“We still have a few hours left before you need to get to the airport,” said Cheryl. “Would you like to go back to our place to finish telling your story? I think we’d be a lot more comfortable in our living room instead of on these benches.”

Amanda studied the women, glancing from one to the other then back again. I wonder what these two are up to, Amanda thought. With a smile, she accepted their offer.

The bill was paid and they left the café. Amanda got in the backseat of Cheryl’s car, and Lisa sat up front with her wife. The women chatted as they headed out of the city and into the suburbs. They soon arrived at a modest bungalow in a quiet subdivision. Cheryl parked, and they all went inside after Lisa unlocked the door.

Amanda removed her shoes and was led into a beautifully decorated living room where she was offered a seat. She settled into an armchair and Cheryl sat at one end of the sofa across from her. Lisa had disappeared into the kitchen only to return a short time later with a bottle of wine and three glasses.

Cheryl poured the wine as Lisa sat beside her, and handed a glass to Amanda. “Cheers,” she said, and the three clinked their glasses together.

“So, whenever you’re ready, Amanda,” Cheryl nodded, placing the recorder on the coffee table and pushing the red button.

Amanda took a drink of wine and watched as Lisa wrapped an arm around Cheryl and cuddled up next to her, nuzzling and kissing her cheek. Amanda could feel the flush of her skin as she took in their warm display of affection. She had definitely become aroused herself in the café as she was recounting her erotic adventures, and now wondered if these two were equally turned on. Clearing her throat, she continued her story.

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The next day, Thursday, I found myself consuming copious amounts of coffee, and occasionally standing at the back of the room, just trying to keep from falling asleep in the warmth of the conference room.

I had to smile to myself, thinking of what the privates and corporals I’d once taught would say if they could see me now — the ones I used to admonish for staying out late and drinking, and most likely fucking, when they knew they had early classes the next day. As an instructor at one of the military’s many trades training schools, I often saw this sort of behavior. Drinking and screwing after hours was common practice for young men and women alike, the same as at any college or university. God knows I did my share of that when I was in their shoes.

It seemed the end of the day would never arrive. Eventually, 6:00 PM rolled around and I left the building, glad to be free. The cold December air felt refreshing as it nipped at my exposed skin, helping to wake me up as I made my way back to my hotel.

When I stepped out of the elevator, I saw Jeannie standing by the door to my room. She smiled sweetly as she saw me approach. Even dressed in a pair of jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, the girl still looked intoxicating.

“Hey, there, beautiful,” I greeted her.

“Hey yourself,” she cooed as I took her in my arms and kissed her.

“Did you have fun last night?” she asked, while I fished out the keycard and unlocked the door.

“Yup. It was a late night, though, and I’m bagged.”

“Oh.” Jeannie’s smile disappeared. “Would you rather I left you alone to get some rest?”

“Not at all.” I playfully slapped her butt and guided her inside the room. “I was thinking maybe just some room service and a movie.”

“Okay. As long as you don’t invite the room service girl in for a threesome.” Her smile had returned.

“Honey, I don’t think I would have the energy,” I said, unbuttoning my uniform. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Why don’t you order us something to eat?”

“Sure,” the pretty brunette said. She headed to the desk and picked up the room service menu and began to thumb through it.

Once I was undressed, I turned on the shower and stepped under the cascading water. Moments later I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and soft kisses being placed on my back.

“Why don’t we have something to eat before I call room service?” the girl said, her voice low and seductive. Her hand moved across my belly, down to my pussy. She toyed with my clit, causing me to moan and flinch. Jeannie pushed a finger through my folds and into me. Slowly, she moved it in and out as she kissed and licked my back.

“Sit,” she directed after a few moments, and I obeyed, perching on the tile seat.

The naked girl knelt before me and spread my legs apart, then ran her hands up and down my inner thighs. Droplets of warm water from the shower splashed over her back and shoulders and onto my face and chest.

As I watched Jeannie tease me, I could feel my arousal grow. I played with my nipples, and she leaned in and began to kiss my thighs. She kissed and licked her way along my flesh, lingering for just a moment after each touch, then continuing on until she was at my pussy. Then she looked up, gazing into my eyes and licking her full, luscious lips.

Jeannie’s lips reminded me very much of the actress Angelina Jolie. She too has such lips, a mouth that can bring me orgasm as I fantasize about having the woman hold me and kiss me and then make love to my pussy with her luscious mouth.

After giving me a smile, Jeannie spread my labia and then licked from my anus straight up to my clit. She did this again and again. Each pass was slow and deliberate, taking her time to dip into my core and pull my juices out and onto my slit. Jeannie swirled her tongue around my clit, slowly teasing my sensitive flesh before moving back down again. I moaned and whimpered, little bolts of electricity shooting through me. My heart was racing, and my breathing became ragged.

“Oh, fuck, Jeannie,” I grunted. “That feels so good.”

She kept licking, occasionally pausing to flick her tongue over my throbbing clit. My body jerked and flinched at the assault. My moans were loud and long. I reached down and tried to grab her head, to push my aching cunt into her face and fuck her. Jeannie just shook my hands away from her head and attacked my pussy again.

It was getting harder to breathe. The damp, steam-filled air in the bathroom didn’t help. I gripped at the slippery bench I was sitting on in an attempt to keep from sliding off. My orgasm was building in me. That familiar pressure was growing, climbing toward a thunderous release.

Jeannie must have sensed my approaching climax and sucked my clit into her mouth as she plunged two fingers deep into me. I bucked against her hand and cried out in pleasure.

“Jesus, Jeannie! Fuck me!!”

She did. Her fingers pumped in and out of my soaked pussy as she sucked on my swollen clit, flicking it with her tongue. The orgasm hit me with force, and I screamed as my vision blurred and my ears were filled with a dull roar. My body shook as I gasped for breath, finding it hard to stay seated on the slick bench.

Slowly I came down from my blissful high. I struggled to open my eyes and focus on the visage that was in front of me. Jeannie was kneeling on the shower floor resting on her heels. Her hands were on my knees, gently caressing them. She was smiling at me, so innocently, as if she had no idea what she had just done to me.

“Did I do well?” she asked.

I sat up and reached out, brushing her face with the back of my hand. “Indeed you did, baby.”

I stood, my legs a bit wobbly, and helped Jeannie to her feet. The water was starting to run cold. I shut off the taps and pulled the sweet young woman into my arms, kissing her deeply. I guided her out of the shower and grabbed a large towel and dried her body quickly. She cried out in surprise when I lifted her up and set her on the counter in one fluid motion.

Jeannie was a beautiful sight to behold, sitting there on the counter laughing. A few drops of water fell from her wet hair and trickled down her shoulders and across the smooth olive skin of her chest.

I moved toward her and kissed her. My hands found the silky-smooth skin of her shoulders. I caressed them and her upper arms. I pushed my tongue into her eager mouth, and she wrapped her arms around me. Breaking the kiss, I nibbled on her ear. She moaned as I kissed and nipped at her neck. My hands moved to her chest and teased her nipples with my thumbs and forefingers.

Jeannie grabbed my face and pulled it back to her, kissing me again. As our tongues danced, my hand found her bald pussy and gently rubbed it. I dipped a finger into her for a moment, lubricating it, before I touched her clit and explored it. She moaned into my mouth spreading her legs wide. I moved my fingers in circles around the swollen bud, and she pushed her hips against my hand.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“You want more?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Tell me what you want.” I looked into her eyes.

She stared back, her mouth open. She was breathing rapidly now, gasping for each breath.

“I want to come,” she croaked.

“Oh, do you now? How would you like me to make you come?” I whispered, licking my lips.

She groaned as I bent down and sucked on a nipple, trapping it between my teeth and pulling on it. She cried out and bucked.

“I want you to fuck me, Amanda!”

“How?” I asked, my fingers still tormenting her clit.

“Argh! With your fingers. Fuck me with your fingers!”

“How many?” I teased as I slowly slid my hand down to her opening through her folds. She was wet, very wet, and her body quivered and shook with anticipation.

“Goddamn it, Amanda,” she said between breaths, “stop teasing and… fuck me!”

I laughed and said, “Okay, sweetie,” as I pushed two fingers into her.

“Yes!” she hissed.

I fingered her pussy much as she had done to me not that long ago. She moaned and bucked. Again, she grabbed my head and pulled me in to kiss me. She was breathing hard and clung to me. I fingered her quickly for a few moments, then I slowed, only to increase the tempo once again.

Jeannie whimpered, “Yes… right there… uh-huh, uh-huh.”

She leaned back on the counter, resting on the palms of her hands. Jeannie twitched and squirmed, then jerked violently when I curved my fingers up and found her g-spot. I gently massaged it, causing her to groan.

“Unhh, yes… yes… don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Her head was tilted back against the mirror. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open. She didn’t make a sound for the longest time. Only the spasms visibly rippling through her body gave me an indication of the pleasure she was feeling.

Finally, she gasped loudly, sucking air into her lungs. Jeannie flung herself forward, wrapping her arms around me and burying her face in my shoulder. She let out a long, high-pitched squeal. I could feel her muscles rippling across her body as the orgasm continued to rocket through her. Or maybe it was her second orgasm I was feeling. Jeannie cried against my neck, and I pulled my hand from her pussy and held her tight until the tremors stopped.

The girl sat back against the mirror, still panting. Opening her eyes, she looked at me. Her cheeks were tear-stained. She slowly shook her head as she spoke. “You are an evil bitch.” Her tone was flat. She sat rigid, her face emotionless.

I just stood there, not sure what to say. I had no idea what I’d done to make her say such a thing. My mind raced trying to figure out how I was going to fix it — once I figured out what it was. Although I knew there wasn’t any real future for us as a couple, I didn’t want us to part with her hating me.

I studied her face. Jeannie continued staring at me, her lips pursed. Tentatively I reached for her hand and took it in mine. Just as I was about to speak, her lips curled and she began to laugh. “Gotcha!”

She continued laughing, almost hysterically. I felt flush with embarrassment and started to chuckle myself. As I pulled her from the counter, she wrapped her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck.

“Touché,” I said as we kissed. Then I carried her to the bed, setting her down.

Jeannie let go of me and fell back, bouncing on the mattress. I grabbed a towel and dried myself before I slipped on my silk robe. Jeannie also finished drying and then put on one of the terry cloth robes. We ordered room service and ate some supper, then watched a couple of movies as we cuddled on the bed.

“Amanda, I had an idea.”

I turned to look at her. “About?”

“Well, I was thinking,” she began, tracing her fingers along my arm. “You could check out of here tomorrow morning and come stay at my place on Friday night. Then I can drive you to the airport Saturday afternoon.”

“That sounds like an excellent Idea,” I replied. “Does the hotel have a secure lockup for my luggage while I’m at the seminar?”

“Sure we do.”

“Then it’s a date.”

We lay there a while longer, and Jeannie noticed that I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. She unwrapped herself from my arms and got up. “You’re so tired. I’m going to take off and let you get some sleep.” She kissed me softly before standing and retrieving her clothes from the floor.

“Umm… you’re right.” I got up off the bed, yawning.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Jeannie said, and we embraced and kissed goodnight.

After Jeannie was gone, I quickly packed everything in my suitcase I wouldn’t need the next day, just to save time in the morning. With that done, I crawled into bed and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, I checked out of my room and left my luggage with the clerk at the front desk. The day seemed to go by quickly, and once the seminar was over, I made my way back to the hotel. Jeannie was waiting for me in the lobby, a big smile on her face. She rushed up to me, and we hugged.

“How was your day?” she asked.

“Good, but I’m glad it’s over. How about you? A good day?”

“Much better now that you’re here,” Jeannie smiled. “There’s a place just down the hall where you can change. Then we can go straight to the restaurant from here.”

I collected my luggage and Jeannie led me to a small room with a “Staff Only” sign posted outside. She produced a key from her pocket and unlocked the door. The room was small with a row of lockers along one wall. There were some chairs and benches, a counter with two sinks and a mirror above it. There appeared to be a single toilet and a shower stall in the back.

“This room is almost never used, but it’s here for the staff to change before or after work if they want to,” Jeannie explained.

I quickly changed out of my uniform and put on suitable attire for going out to dinner. I repacked my bags and checked myself in the mirror.

“You look beautiful,” said my date. “Ready to go?”

“I am. Let’s rock and roll.”

We loaded my luggage into her car, then headed off to a nice Italian restaurant downtown where we enjoyed an excellent meal and pleasant conversation. It was not quite 8:00 PM when we arrived at her apartment.

Jeannie opened the door and turned on the lights before stepping back and motioning for me enter. The apartment was a small two-bedroom design with open concept kitchen, dining area, and living room. It was neat and clean but still had a pleasant air of being lived in.

“Make yourself at home. I’ll get us some wine,” Jeannie smiled as she headed for the fridge.

I took off my shoes and hung up my coat, then walked over to the sofa and sat. “This is a cute little apartment,” I commented.

“Thanks. It’s a bit of a commute to work, but the rent is doable,” Jeannie said from the kitchen as she poured the wine. She made her way to the sofa and handed me a glass before sitting beside me.

Jeannie put her hand over mine and looked me in the eye. “I wish you didn’t have to leave tomorrow. It’s been so much fun being with you this week.” She kissed me on the cheek as a single tear rolled down her face.

A lump caught in my throat. “Oh, Jeannie.” My voice was soft. I put an arm around the girl, hugging her shoulder to mine and tilted my head toward hers as she did the same.

After a moment, I sat up and took her glass from her, setting both on the coffee table. Then I turned to her and put a hand on either side of her face and looked into her eyes. I could see the sadness in them.

I smiled and kissed her tenderly. “I’m going to miss you too, but let’s not think about that now.”

Kissing her again, I wrapped my arms around her and fell back onto the sofa, pulling Jeannie’s body on top of mine. Her kisses were gentle and loving at first, as she played with my bottom lip, sucking on it and pulling it into her mouth. Then her tongue darted out, playing with mine, teasing me.

I could feel the excitement building in me, and my hands roamed her back. I pulled at her shirt, freeing it from her pants. I felt the warmth of the exposed skin of her lower back. My hand moved up under her shirt, and along her spine, feeling the slight protrusion of each vertebra. I then dipped a hand back down and just under the waistband of her pants. They were tight and wouldn’t allow more than the tips of my fingers underneath.

Jeannie was now kissing my neck, nibbling at the soft flesh. I felt the heat rise in my face and across my chest. We were both breathing hard. She pulled back and eagerly worked at the buttons on my shirt, our movements becoming more aggressive.

The sound of someone loudly clearing their throat caused me to jump. Jeannie pushed herself off me and got to her feet. I tried to sit up, pulling my shirt closed, gripped by panic as I stared in disbelief at the person in the doorway. Girlfriend? Wife? Has Jeannie been lying to me? Oh crap! 

I looked quickly around for an escape route. The only exit appeared to be blocked.

“So. I guess this is why you haven’t called me.” The woman’s tone was flat. She was looking directly at me.

Jeannie crossed the room, meeting our visitor just inside the doorway.

I tilted my head as I examined the woman. I thought I recognized her face but couldn’t place her — until she removed her coat, that is, and I saw the hotel uniform. Then the realization struck me. Oh, my god!

“Hey, Sasha,” Jeannie said sweetly as she kissed the brunette on the lips. “We have company.”

“Yes, I see that.”

After handing her coat to Jeannie, Sasha untied her shoes and took them off, then walked toward me and sat down in an armchair. She looked at me with a wry smile. I studied her expression and relaxed a bit, still waiting for an explanation.

Jeannie sat next to me, putting an arm around my shoulder and kissing my cheek. I looked at her, then back to Sasha. Jeannie placed a finger on my chin and turned my face toward hers.

“It’s okay,” she said, leaving little kisses on my lips and cheeks. “Sasha just wants to watch. For now.”

I didn’t know what to think. I was subconsciously kissing Jeannie back, all the while keeping my eyes on Sasha.

“She already knows all about us. I tell her everything,” Jeannie confessed.

My trepidation was slowly melting away. I watched Sasha as she undid her tie and opened her vest. I was becoming aroused again as Jeannie kissed me and her hand explored inside my shirt.

Jeannie cupped my breast and squeezed it. She broke the kiss and gripped my chin, roughly turning my face toward her.

“I’m over here,” she hissed. Where the hell did that come from? 

Before I could respond, she kissed me again, shoving her tongue into my mouth. I gasped and wrapped my arms around her as we fell back onto the sofa. She was an animal, aggressive and urgent in her movements. This was a side of her I had not seen in the time we’d been together, and it was turning me on as she tugged at my clothes trying to free me of them.

She was determined. I’d never felt this much strength in such a petite girl. I wondered where this had been during the last week. Every time we made love, Jeannie had been meek and gentle, almost submissive. I knew I could easily overpower her if I wanted to, but I held back. It was refreshing to have such an assertive lover.

I let her undress me, never taking my gaze from her beautiful face. Once I was nude, Jeannie quickly pulled off her own clothes, then fell back on top of me, naked.

“Umm,” she moaned as she sucked on the soft flesh of my neck. Jeannie’s hand found my erect nipple and pinched and pulled at it. I could feel the heat of her body as she moved against me, the top of her thigh rubbing against my sex.

I stole a glance at Sasha. She had pushed her slacks and panties down to her ankles. Her legs were spread, and she was eagerly rubbing her clit. Her shirt and bra had been discarded, and she was playing with her tits with her other hand. It was such a turn-on knowing that we were being watched by another girl. This may turn out to be one wild and crazy evening!

My breath came in short, heated gasps as I pushed myself against Jeannie, trying to match her rhythm. She aggressively kissed me and bit my lip before sliding down to suck my nipple into her mouth.

“God, yes, Jeannie,” I croaked, leaning back and closing my eyes.

Jeannie circled my swollen nipple with her tongue. I could feel her saliva on my skin as she licked and sucked. Her hand moved slowly down across my belly, making me shiver. But then, before Jeannie reached my mound, I felt two more hands pushing my thighs apart.

I opened my eyes and saw a naked Sasha on her knees in front of me. Sasha rubbed my inner thighs as Jeannie’s hand found my sensitive clit. I jerked at the touch and moaned softly.

Jeannie played with my clit, moving her fingers in circles, causing bolts of electricity to flash through me. Sasha kissed her way up my legs and was licking my pussy with the flat of her tongue. Jeannie continued to suck on my nipples as she played with my clit. I gasped when Sasha pushed two fingers into me as she licked me from opening to clit.

My hips were rocking against Sasha’s and Jeannie’s torment of my throbbing pussy. I could feel the desire building up inside me, nearing its release. The assault on my body by the two young women was sending wave after wave of pleasure shooting out to every part of my being. I trembled as they licked, sucked, and fingered my pussy.

Time seemed to stop as my orgasm took me. I’m not sure if I yelled or not. I shook and gasped for air as trails of fire rocketed through me. When I could breathe again, I looked at the two beautiful olive-skinned women kneeling in front of me.

“Holy crap!” was all I could manage. I was still breathing hard. Sasha stood and held out her hand. Jeannie got up and helped me to my feet.

“Come on, let’s go to the bedroom,” Sasha said in a small, soft voice, as I took her hand.

We walked, me on wobbly legs, into the bedroom. Sasha pushed me backward, and I fell onto the bed. I lay there on my back, my legs dangling over the side. Sasha climbed onto the bed and straddled my face, lowering her wet pussy to my mouth. I explored her soft pink folds with my tongue and tasted the sweetness of her thick creamy juices. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her arousal. Sasha moaned softly as she rocked her hips, grinding herself against my mouth. She caressed her perky breasts and pulled at the dark nipples.

Jeannie was on her knees between my legs, licking me hard, sending countless sparks of excitement through me. Her tongue moved from my clit, between my lips, around the rim of my opening, down to my anus, where she lingered for a moment, then back up again. She took my swollen clit into her mouth, sucking on it, teasing it with her tongue. My body writhed in torment as she continued to torture my sensitive bud.

I was bucking against Jeannie as I eagerly drank the juices that were flowing freely from Sasha. She ground herself against my mouth, loud moans filling the air, the tempo of her movements increasing. I was sure she was going to come soon. I held tightly onto her ass, trying to keep my mouth on her clit.

Sasha stiffened and squealed with pleasure as she climaxed. At the same time, my own orgasm swelled and erupted, enveloping me in sweet bliss. When she finished coming, Sasha rolled off me and lay on the bed panting as Jeannie crawled up beside me. Jeannie kissed my lips as I gasped for air, my breathing slowing returning to normal.

A few moments later, Sasha smiled at me. “Little Jeannie hasn’t come yet, and I think we should do something about that.”

We rearranged ourselves on the bed, with Jeannie between Sasha and me. Sasha began to fondle Jeannie’s stiff little nipples.

I kissed my way down Jeannie’s body until I was over her delicious young pussy. Her legs were spread, and she looked so wet and inviting. I spread her lips with my fingers and took a long lick of her treasures. I pushed the flat of my tongue from her anus to her swollen clit. The intoxicating scent of her sex filled my nostrils.

Jeannie bucked against me and moaned into Sasha’s mouth, who was kissing her passionately. I repeatedly licked and sucked on Jeannie’s labia as she writhed below me. Jeannie gasped as I pushed two fingers deep into her and slowly fucked her.

Sasha had repositioned herself over Jeannie to form a 69. Jeannie concentrated on Sasha’s pussy while Sasha and I shared Jeannie’s. Sasha nibbled and sucked on her clit, and I fucked her sopping entrance with my fingers. Jeannie was squirming and bucking at our ministrations.

“Oh…oh…oh…yes!” Jeannie called out.

Sasha took her mouth away and was rubbing Jeannie’s clit with her fingers. I looked up at Sasha’s face. Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning loudly again. Jeannie was making all sorts of guttural noises too.

“I’m gonna come!” both girls shouted simultaneously. I couldn’t help but snort at this, and was rewarded with a stream of warm fluids as Jeannie squirted around my fingers and onto my face. Her muscles clamped down on my fingers as she shook. Sasha was also jerking and twitching as she came, rolling off Jeannie.

“Good god, that felt so damn good,” Jeannie said between breaths.

I crawled up beside Jeannie, and the three of us cuddled and gently kissed each other for a while.

“This was fun,” said Sasha. “Too bad you have to leave tomorrow.”

“Yeah, that sucks,” Jeannie added.

We lay there for several minutes, trading soft kisses and touches. Then I propped myself up on an elbow and looked at the women. “So, I guess you two must have compared notes at some point about this older woman hitting on you both?”

“Uh-huh, on Monday night,” Jeannie nodded, “after I came home late smelling of wine and sex. We knew for sure the next day when we cross-referenced the room charges.”

I laughed and sat up. “Okay, be right back. I need to pee.”

“The bathroom is just off the kitchen,” Jeannie told me. “You can’t miss it.”

I headed out of the room and made my way through the kitchen. After I finished, I left the bathroom, bumping into a small table by the door. The collision knocked a couple of envelopes onto the floor. When I picked them up, I couldn’t help but notice the addressee.

I hadn’t meant to be nosy, but when I saw the names, I stopped and stared. One envelope was addressed to Sasha J. Carpenter, and the other to Jeannie K. Carpenter. What the fuck did this mean, I wondered.

“Everything okay, Amanda?” Jeannie yelled from the bedroom.

“Yeah. Just bumped into the table by the door,” I called.

I made my way back to the bedroom, still wondering. When I walked in, Sasha and Jeannie were holding each other, kissing like a pair of long-time lovers. I plopped down on the bed and they turned their attention to me. Jeannie moved to my other side so I was between the two of them. They started kissing me and caressing my skin.

Then I said, “Guys, um, can I ask a personal question?”

“Sure,” replied Sasha.

“Are you two married? Not that it really matters at this point.”

“Why would you think that?” Jeannie asked with a puzzled expression.

I explained about the table and seeing the mail. Sasha and Jeannie sat up and rested against the headboard, and I joined them. They looked at each other for a moment before Jeannie spoke.

“I don’t want to lie to you, Amanda,” said Jeannie, “so I hope you’ll have an open mind and will understand what I’m about to tell you and won’t hate us because of it.”

This definitely piqued my curiosity. Why did I need to be open-minded? A threesome with a married couple wasn’t anything to be secretive about. Though it would have been nice if they had told me beforehand.

“See, umm… Sasha is my sister, my big sister. We have been lovers since we were kids,” Jeannie finished.

I was stunned at the confession and, I must admit, turned on by it. I didn’t have a sister, but I am sure if I did I would have wanted to mess around with her when we were little. I’d had fun with female cousins and other girls my age back when I was a preteen.

“Amanda?” said Sasha.

I just shook my head. “Wow…”

“Do you hate us now?” Jeannie asked meekly.

I smiled. “No, not at all. I’m actually envious.” I explained to them about my youthful trysts with my cousins and my fantasies of having sex with a sister.

They were relieved, and we talked and laughed, then fucked some more before finally falling asleep. Jeannie and Sasha took me to the airport the next day, and we exchanged teary farewells as I made my way through security and to my plane home.

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Amanda was barely able to finish her tale. She had become highly aroused while observing Cheryl and Lisa. The women were seated across from her, and had been kissing and pawing at each other for a while now. Amanda figured they must already have been turned on by the time they reached their suburban home. She’d watched them crossing their legs and squeezing their thighs together as she described all the sexy action.

As Amanda was nearing the completion of her narrative, right around the part where Sasha walked in on Amanda and Jeannie, Cheryl and Lisa both had opened the buttons on their slacks, pulled down the zippers and slid a hand inside their panties, rubbing themselves. Amanda had maintained her composure the best she could, knowing full well that if she followed suit, she most definitely wouldn’t have been able to finish telling the story.

“And that’s all she wrote,” Amanda said as she pushed the button, stopping the recorder.

“That’s—” Cheryl cleared her throat. “That’s so damn hot. This is going to make a great story.”

“I can’t wait to read it,” Lisa said.

Cheryl and Lisa looked at each other for a moment, then shared a quick kiss on the lips. They stood and pushed their pants off their hips with a little wiggle and let them fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, Cheryl and Lisa approached Amanda, each taking one of her hands.

“Shall we make some of our own juicy secrets?” Cheryl asked as they led Amanda toward the master bedroom.

THE END

Author’s Note continued: Now for the true bits. I did stay in a hotel in Ottawa while attending a seminar for my job; I did order a bottle of Chablis from room service; and I did have sex, after her shift, with the lovely young woman who brought me the wine. It was delicious.