These Ladies Share Their Lovers

Dearest Joan,

We have read a number of the files in your “Library,” and have decided to write you about our situation.  It is quite different than what we have read.  Out situation involves a different kind of sharing of sex partners.

Angie and I are two single women in our mid-40s.  We have both been married once, and have no desire to marry again.  Yet, we frequently want to get our share of hetro sexual pleasures.  We have devised a plan that works for us.

Let me give you some background.  Angie is 46, and I (Marie) am 43.  Angie owns a small travel agency, and I work as a nurse in a large hospital.  Angie was married for 13 years and has a son who now lives with his dad.  They have been divorced for ten years.  I was married for 15 years, and my husband died of cancer.  We had no children.

Angie and I met about six years ago at a social function, and became the best of friends.  We live in a large west coast metropolitan city. We both tend to be ‘workaholics.’  Between our work and a few volunteer projects we each get involved in, we don’t have much time for ‘the dating scene.’  Besides, we both tired of the bullshit bar scene long ago.

I live in a mid-city high-rise, and Angie lives in a very tasteful townhome.  Thus, we don’t have much in the way of home maintenance work, and when we do get free time, we are able to get together and enjoy each other.

About a year after we met, we spent a weekend at a spa resort that had private hot tubs available for the guests.  We discovered that we both love to soak in the hot bubbly water, and we began to give each other relaxing massages.  Naturally we were both nude, so it didn’t take much before the caresses moved toward intimacy and shared pleasures.

Yes, Angie and I enjoy some limited female-to-female sexual pleasures.  Neither of us had experimented with this in the past, and we both had some misgivings at first... but soon we felt that such shared intimacies were reasonable expressions of the special friendship we share... and they allowed us an outlet for our otherwise-oppressed sexuality.  Neither of us were dating at the time.

Soon Angie had a hot tub installed at the rear of her townhome.  We often spend evenings soaking in the tub while imbibing our favorite German wines.  One night we were lamenting on how long it had been since we had a hard cock in our pussies... or even in our mouths.  We giggled at the thoughts, but both agreed that the singles scene tended to be a bunch of crap, and not worth the hassle.

We both do our share of exercising, and keep our figures reasonably trim.  Angie has a really firm set of ‘knockers.’  Mine aren’t bad either!  Angie (at 5’ 3”) typically weighs in at about 125 lbs.  I am 3” taller, and usually weigh closer to 135. 

Since neither of us felt we were ‘lesbians,’ we both decided that we should find some way we could get some sexual outlets with males.  I guess we could rightly be called ‘bi-sexual,’ but we both really prefer having our sexual needs met by a male.  Yet, neither of us wants to be tied to any particular man... in marriage or as a monogamous dating partner.  And, we recognize that there are safety risks out there for older single women who want to meet and have sex with a variety of guys.

One night while soaking in Angie’s hot tub, we hit upon a plan.

When we relax together, we often read erotic literature, and sexual postings on the Internet.  We noticed a lot of emphasis on “sharing” sexual partners (men sharing their wifes and girlfriends with other men, women sharing their husbands and boyfriends with other women, swinging, group stuff, etc.).  We began to notice a few stories about women who intimately shared a man with another woman, so that both could enjoy periodic fulfillment, and still know that the man was getting his fill too.  It sounded like a good arrangement.  That was about the time we found your ‘Library.’

As a travel agent, Angie gets lots of opportunities for us to travel.  We decided to set up a series of trips (cruises and driving trips) where we could get away form our community, find a guy who wanted some just-for-fun-sex, and share him!  Not very complicated... but that was our plan!

We decided that it would be safer for two women to be alone with a new guy than for either one of us to take a guy home alone.  Our decision was made!  We were going to find a series of ‘guys on the prowl’ and share our conquests... so that we could both get ‘fucked’ more than we had been, and yet be safe in the process.


The First Sharing Experience -
Our first trip was to Las Vegas.  It wasn’t too hard to find guys by themselves there.  Some were married, but on a business trip alone, etc., and some were single guys.  For this trip, Angie and I brought our sexiest clothes... and our raunchiest attitudes.

We scheduled a week at a hotel on the strip, where Angie got us some cut-rate deals on a lovely suite.  We planned on doing some gambling, hit some shows, and spend some time around the pool.  But mainly, we were on an intentional prowl to see what kind of guy or guys we could find who were also on the prowl.

Our first afternoon, while sunning ourselves at the pool, we struck up a conversation with a sharp-looking guy who later proved to be in his late 30s.  He was wearing a ‘Speedo’-type suit, and had a very hairy chest.  You could tell he didn’t quite know which of us to make a play for.

We learned that Chet (his name) was in town for a business conference, but had hung around the city a few days after his conference, “to see what the social life was like in Las Vegas.”  We eventually learned that he had a wife and kids back in Minnesota.

During our pool-side conversations, we managed to subtly invite Chet to apply suntan lotion to our backs and legs... both of us.  After about an hour, Angie said, “Chet, we have a suite here at this hotel, and we would like to invite you up to our room for a drink and a special surprise.”  He looked curious, and fairly quickly said, “Sure... lets go.”

Up at the room, Angie excused herself for a few minutes while Chet and I made small talk.  I made us some margaritas, and as we talked, the conversation began to move toward sex.  Chet and I still had our swim suits on.  He commented on how full my breasts looked as much of their tops were bulging out of top of my bikini.  I looked down, and noticed that the tips of my nipples were hard, and poking against the thin material.  I just blushed, and told him I had noticed that his Speedo seemed to have something inside that was fighting to get out.  There was definitely an environment of sexual tension in the air.

About that time Angie returned to the room.  She had taken a quick shower, had removed her bikini, and was wearing a fairly revealing peignoir set.  The filmy outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination.  She said, “Chet, let me freshen your drink while Marie ‘freshen’s up’.”

I took the hint and headed for the bedroom.  I quickly shed my bikini, took a quick shower, added some perfume, and slipped on a cute babydoll that I had brought.  When I returned to the livingroom, Angie already had instructed Chet to lay on his tummy on the floor, “So I can give you a massage, as a reward for rubbing suntan lotion on us earlier.”

She was spreading some massage lotion over his back when I walked in.  Chet glanced up and saw that I had taken my swim suit off too.  That’s when Angie said, “Chet, you are the only one here with a swim suit on... want to take it off?  We can give you a better massage that way.”

“Sounds like a great idea to me,” Chet quickly agreed.  Still facing down, he pushed down on either side of his Speedo while lifting his hips.  Angie and I helped pull it off.  I think Chet already knew that sexual pleasures lay ahead for him... and for us.

I joined Angie in spreading the oil on Chet’s back, bare buns, and legs.  Angie and I alternated our strokes up the insides of his thighs... letting our fingers touch his nut sack... and then trailing them up through the crack of his ass.

“My oh my, ladies... you sure know how to treat a guy right,” Chet said as we finished his legs and back.

“Time to turn over,” Angie instructed.  We had laid some towels next to him to roll onto... to keep the oil off the carpet.  He rolled over, and that cock of his that had been hidden until now finally sprang into view.  I mean it really “sprang” up.  He was as hard as steel, and he had some admirable length and girth.

While he studied our faces, we studied his manhood, and began a gently massage of his chest.  The fingers of our four hands worked their way down until I had one hand cradling his nut sack, and Angie bent over to lick the tip of his cock.  “Mmmm” was all she said, before wrapping her lips around his boner and started an up/down sucking action.

"Enjoying your surprise?" I asked him.  “Absolutely,” he replied.  “But,” he continued, “if you would move up here and straddle my chest, I would be able to enjoy the charms between your legs while Angie does that... and I would love that too.”

That was enough encouragement for me.  I shed my babydoll, straddled his hairy chest, and placed my spread pussy lips just inches from his face.  I could hear Angie behind me, slurping on his hard cock.  Chet reached out and drew my bottom closer to his face.  While maintaining eye-to-eye contact with me, Chet stuck out his pointed tongue and began to tickle my clit and dance it over my pussy lips.  I let out a sigh of pleasure.

I heard some rustling behind me and noticed that Angie had gotten up to remove her peignoir outfit.  As it fell to the floor, I felt her hands on my shoulders.  She was using my shoulders to steady herself as she straddled Chet’s hips and let her pussy settle down right onto his rigid cock.  “Now that feels good,” Angie whispered into my ear with enthusiasm.

The good sensations in my groin caused me to press tighter against Chet’s mouth.  He seemed to be pulling me tighter to him too.  I felt his tongue go up inside my hot pussy.  Angie began to grind back and forth and move up and down behind me.

Our new friend managed to control himself while giving me a wonderful orally-induced orgasm... and as Angie fucked herself to a couple of rather loud orgasms on his pole.

It wasn’t until after we had taken a break and each had another drink that Chet had us get on the floor, side-by-side on our hands and knees... that he started to fuck us himself.  He gave me a dozen or so deep, filling thrusts... and then pulled out and did the same to Angie.  It felt so good having his hard rod drilling my pussy.  It caused wonderful sensations to course thorough my body... sensations that seemed to continue even after he pulled out to service Angie.  Angie later told me she felt the same thing.

Back and forth he went, until I could tell that his thrusts were becoming more insistent... more intense.  I know my pussy muscles were clenching at him on his each outward pull.  He seemed to be swelling in size.  The sensations in my belly began to boil, and a warm orgasm washed through me just before he pulled out the last time. 

He immediately planted himself inside Angie, and I could hear his heavy breathing as he pumped her hard.  I think Angie exploded the same time Chet exploded inside her.  They were both grunting and groaning as Chet made one last drive deep inside my friend’s hot body.  Then they collapsed on the floor next to me.

When we all recovered our breath, Chet said, “That’s the kind of surprise I like.  I mean the kind I REALLY like.”

Later the three of us went to dinner together, and Chet ended up sleeping in our room... between us... that night.  This time he screwed each of us in the missionary position, and gave both of us more intense orgasms, before finally depositing his hot juices inside me this time.

He was leaving for home the next afternoon, so upon rising in the morning, Angie and I played with him some more before we let him go.  I think Chet will long have good memories about our time together... just as we have.

After he left, Angie and I ordered some breakfast sent up.  We lay in the bed for a few hours... eating and talking about our first adventure.  We were both happy it had gone so well... and we knew it was just the start of many future shared sexual adventures.


Our Second ‘Conquest’ -
Later that week Angie brought another guy up to our room.  We had been playing Keno at separate tables.  She signaled her intentions to me in advance, so I went on ahead, and was waiting for them in the room.  I hadn’t met the guy yet (his name was Rick), but I was waiting on the couch in my baby doll top and panties, just casually reading a book.

When the door opened, Angie just sort of matter-of-factly introduced me to Rick.  Angie shut the door behind her and waited to see Rick’s reaction.  Rick was probably in his late 40s.  At first I could see he was a bit surprised that he would not be alone with Angie... and that I was so casual about my state of semi-undress.  I stood up and shook his hand as I felt his gaze drift over my nearly-nude body.  If he had been disappointed to not be alone with Angie... that disappointment quickly went away.

By now any shyness that Angie and I may have had earlier in the week was gone.  Angie went up to him, gave him a passionate kiss, and started to undo his shirt while saying, “Want to play with two girls at once?”  Hesitant for a second, Rick quickly returned Angie’s kiss and began undoing the buttons on the back of her blouse.

Quickly we were all three nude on the king-sized bed as we grappled for each other’s most sensitive parts.  We positioned Rick in the middle and took turns giving him a blow job... while the other necked with him.

Rick’s first load went right into my mouth.  He went soft, but he immediately twisted around and began feasting at Angie’s pussy.  At first I thought, ‘Oh, oh... a guy with a hair trigger who probably will not be able to satisfy us now!’  I kept stroking him and mouthing his cock and balls while he ate Angie to a very loud orgasm.  She was twisting and screaming as he kept up his oral assault on her pussy and clit.  To my pleasant surprise, by the time she said “enough!” he was hard again.

He had me spread my legs and he knelt between them.  Taking my ankles in each hand, he lifted my legs straight up in the air and plugged his newly-hardened cock into my pussy.  It was sort of an intense “taking” of me... a wonderful “ravaging” of my pussy.  He gave me a deliciously intense orgasm, and kept on pumping until I had a second... more intense orgasm.  Finally I said, “Enough.... enough for now!”

He was still hard, and had not cum inside me.  I could not believe it.  He immediately rolled Angie into a doggy-style position and entered her in one measured stroke.  She let out a sigh and twisted her butt to better enjoy his fullness within her.  Once he was balls-deep inside her, he began a slow series of pumps in and out of my friend as I lay next to them, recovering from my own carnal pleasures.

“Oh... that feels so goood!” Angie half-whispered to no one in particular.  Rick grabbed hold of Angie’s hips and began to increase the pace of his fucking action.  More sounds of pleasure escaped Angie’s lips as she resumed a twisting action with her buns... and met each of his thrusts with pressure back against his groin.  

Suddenly, “Yes, YES..... Y E S” came out of her throat in a sort of a guttural sound.  I noticed that her body began to shiver and shake as the volume of her voice increased.  She was obviously enjoying the kind of intense orgasm that I had experienced just minutes before... and yet, Rick just kept pumping.

This time Rick’s thrusting action reached a racing pace, and I saw his grin turn to a grimace.  An explosion was building within him this time.  “I feel his cock expanding inside me,” Angie managed to say.  “The head of his cock is battering my cervix.  It is hot, and thick, and.... and it feels SOOO good.”

He must have exploded inside her about that time, because they both started breathing very heavily while moaning indistinguishable words.  Angie collapsed onto the bed, and briefly, Rick collapsed on top of her.  As soon as he could, he rolled to her side, next to me.  I smiled as I watched the afterglow of their shared pleasure.  They were both sweaty, and their breathing continued to be heavy. 

“Want to go again?” I kiddingly asked Rick.  “Think I had better wait a bit,” he replied.  I just laughed and kissed his forehead.

Later we all showered together in the suite’s over-sized shower stall, while playing with each other.  Rick visited us two more times that week, each time for several hours of three-way fun.  I must say, Rick proved to have the best staying power of any of the men Angie and I have been with.  Each time he just needed to unload his nuts once before getting into serious, prolonged fucking.  Believe me, each of the three times he left both Angie and me WELL satisfied!


Our Teamwork Has Brought Us Lots More Fun -
That week in Las Vegas proved to be the turning point in our sex lives... for both Angie and me.  Since then, we have had numerous encounters with guys... as a team.  We have met willing playmates on cruises, at motel bars as we traveled by car, and once while traveling on a barefoot sailboat trip.  We avoid picking up guys when we are back at home; and while traveling, we always use fictitious names, type of employment, and places of residency.

During one driving trip, we were staying at a major hotel in a metropolitan mid-west city.  We noticed a very attractive young man delivering room service to another room on our floor.  Angie got a wicked grin on her face, and I knew what she had in mind.

As soon as we got to our room, we ordered room service.  We quickly changed out of our street clothes into some more filmy attire.  When Angie heard the knock on the door, she opened it and welcomed the young room service guy into the room.  She closed the door behind him.  That’s about the time I walked out of the bathroom.

The young guy (we later learned he was just 22) was surprised to be in a closed room with two nearly-nude women... but he grinned, kept his cool, and said, “Well... hello, hello!”  By this point Angie and I were at ease with quickly expressing our interests.  “Well Mr. Room Service Man... do you think you could ‘service’ two receptive women at once?”

Peter (his well-deserved name) grinned and said, “Let me go down and sign off my shift.  I believe I would like to accept your challenge.  I will be right back.”

He was back within five minutes, and that college kid proved to be a skilled lover for both of us.  He spent half the night with us, taking turns screwing us, and letting us ride his cock and face simultaneously.  All three of us had numerous delightful orgasms.  Angie and I could not believe all the juice that kid shot into us during out time with him.

The sailboat trip was between islands in the Caribbean.  During that trip we met up with a black guy who was part of the crew.  That shipping firm didn’t care if the crew became friendly with the guests.  By the second day, Brad (his name) was spending time with us at each port of call.  He made a point out of guiding us to the nude beaches at each island.  By the second visit to a nude beach, he had both of us out in the water, cavorting in the nude.  That day we both let him fuck us while standing in waist-deep water as the waves crashed into us.

Brad had good staying power too, but not as long as Rick.  However, Brad’s cock would sort of vibrate when he unloaded healthy loads inside of us, and he recovered quickly so he was able to ‘service’ both of us... repeatedly.  It was wild, screwing out in the warm ocean water, in partial view of other nude bathers as they walked by.

At one island toward the end of the cruise, we rented a room for a few hours (our cabin onboard ship was quite tiny).  There, Brad took turns eating each of us to very satisfying orgasms as the other played with his ebony cock.  Then he flipped a coin, pointed at me, and took me in the missionary position for a full-blown screwing.  With a mattress against my back, for the first time I felt the intensity of his deep thrusts.  He was filling every centimeter of my pussy cavity.  I was screaming in pleasure.

I came twice, there was a pause, he looked up at Angie and said, “Next.” Angie laid down next to my limp, sweaty body... and he promptly withdrew his still-hard, glistening cock... and plunged it into her.  She and I held hands as he rode her through a series of orgasms that left her body spasming from pleasure.  Then he moved back to me, entered my pussy again, and pounded me with that dark meat-rod until I felt him get thicker just before he filled me with his pent-up juices.  There was so much hot juice that it flowed out of my pussy and down between my legs.     

We have never seen any of these guys for a second time.  Now that Angie and I are confident enough to regularly work our plan, we figure there are ‘lots of fish in the sea.’ 

Our arrangement is not for every woman, but we think more women should give it a try.  Working in tandem, Angie and I have much more confidence in letting a guy know what we want... and we feel we are safer than if we tried this solo.

If any of your female readers would like to correspond, we would be happy to hear from them through you.

Our best to you,

Marie and Angie


Joan’s address (for writing to Marie and Angie):   JJJ3313260@AOL.COM