Date: Wed, 6 Oct 2010 16:49:17 +0000
From: Martin Muiller <saunafriend@hotmail.com>
Subject: "My ex-wife Selma loves girls ? and I still love Selma"

My ex-wife Selma loves girls -- and I still love Selma

This story is fictional. Names and discriptions of the people involed
however are not.  (Yes, my ex wife is really called Selma...)

I hope you enjoy this story. It is a little bi-sexual. But mostly
lesbian. (at least in the first chapter.)

Feedback and "inspirational" pictures are more than welcome at
saunafriend@hotmail.com

All rights remain with the author.

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When I got divorced from Selma I thought I would never see her again. We
had been together since we were in high school, got married at 28 and
seperated a year later. It wasn't a bad break up. No screams or anything
like that. Sure there were tears on both sides. We knew we still loved each
other but Selma had always had a secret passion for girls and had come to
the conclusion, that she really wanted to live as a lesbian. I told her,
that I was fine with her having sex with girls. Like any man, I wasn't just
fine with it. I loved the idea of my beautiful wife licking another girls
pussy and having her sweet cunt fingerfucked by a sweet girl.

I actually masturbated quite regularly thinking about her having sex with
diffent girls and women. My favorite thoughts were of her and my first
girlfriend. Sweet Kirsten, 16 years old, small tits with perky nipples, a
clean shaven pussy, not an ounce of fat and the biggest brown eyes you
could imagine.  In my fantasies, Kirsten lay on her back heavily covered
with baby oil, glistening in the candle light with my dear wife Selma
sliding over her naked body. Her big C-cups carressing Kirstens small A's,
and her fingers probing her young lover's pussy and beautiful asshole. I
had always wanted to fuck Kirstens ass, but I was never aloud to. In my
jerk-off fantasies however, Selma and Kirsten did everything I wanted them
to... and they always let me "watch". In my day dreams I stood in the
corner of the room, watching the show and jerking off slowly. Not wanting
to cum before they lay back exhausted from their lovemaking.

But that was just in my head.  In reality Selma was really troubled by her
desire for girls. She was caught between me and her secret dreams. It
really messed with her mind. It wasn't a porno thing, where the guy says:
"If you let me join in, you can do what ever you like." It was a real
dilemma. We had fights, and tears and we went to councelling. But in the
end, it became clear, that I had to let her go and find her way. If she
really was a lesbian, I couldn't change that.  And in order for her to make
sence of her newly found sexual identity I had to give her all the freedom
she needed. Since I loved her dearly, I decided to let her go. On on
condition however. She was to stay in my life. If not as my wife and lover,
then as a friend. We hugged, cried some more and then our new life began.

Selma really went on what can only be described as a rollercoaster of
lesbian sex.  She started by learning the "things to do". She had to figure
out, how lesbian sex worked on a basic level. Her best friend Anna, who has
been openly bi-sexual for as long as we known her, showed her the ropes, as
it were. She showed her how to lick a pussy, and how to caress another
woman's breasts. In long nights of pure passion Selma's first lover turned
her from a scared and curious novice into a skilled and eager lesbian
sex-devil. At that time Selma still lived in my house. She had moved out of
our shared bedroom and into the basement appartment we used to keep ready
for overnight guests. The situation was strange at first, but we got used
to it and for about half a year we lived like that. She in the basement
lesbian love nest and me upstairs, sleeping alone in what used to be our
bed, masturbating to porno flix I found on the internet. Quite sad, I have
to admit.


But one night, when I was really horny and couldn't stand it any longer, I
crept downstairs and put my ear to the door of her appartment. She was at
it again with Anna. I could tell by the sounds coming from inside and from
the perfume that Maria wore. Joop Le'Bain! A wonderfully sex scent, that
could drive me up the walls and my hand into my pants.

I carefully opened the door a little bit. Just wide enough to see, that the
hallway was empty and that Selma and Anna were indeed in the bedroom, which
was at the far end of the corridor. I silently slid in and closed the door
behind me. My heart was racing and I tried to hold my breath as I moved
closer to the bedroom door.  It wasn't open a little bit. I could see the
bed clearly but was able to hide in the shadows in the dark corridor. From
my little hideout I watched the most incredible show I have ever seen. It
was beautiful! There she was, my lovely ex wife. Dark brown hair tided back
in a pony tail, 5 foot 2 inches tall, slender body, cute round ass, firm
and big breasts, flat stomach and a nicely shaved pussy. After almost ten
years I knew every inch of her beautiful skin. But somehow she looked
diffent. More erotic that I had ever seen her. She almost seemed to
glow. She was so beautiful and sensual, I could have cried. But at the same
time I was happy for her. I could see, that she was happy. Really happy,
because she clearly had found her true self. I decided then and there that
my decision to set her free was right and that I was truely happy for her.
Although, I could almost feel an orgasm coming without even touching
myself- just from looking at her- I decided that I would not disturb her
for anything in the world. This wasn't a porno movie, where I would walk in
and say: "Hi girls, I got something here you need." And walk over to the
bed and fuck the two lesbians, who all of a suddend turned into
heterosexuals just because I offered them my dick... No this was real life
and Selma's live had found new happieness and sexual fulfillment. So I
decided to keep quite and limit my parrticipation to watching her enjoy
herself with Maria.

I know it wasn't nice to spy on her. But I couldn't help it. Selfcontrol
only goes so far! I opened my pants and freed my rock hard dick which was
already leaking precum. I slowly spread it over my shaft and began stroking
my rock.

Selma stood with her legs spread wide infront of Anna, who sat on the floor
with her back against the foot of the bed. Anna was slowly licking Selmas
clit and sliding a finger in and out of Selma's pussy. Selma had her eyes
closed and had her head layed back. Her pony tail swinging slowly from side
to side carressing her naked back. She had both hands on her own breasts,
massaging them and tugging carefully on her erect nipples.

Anna was very pretty girl of 24. She had long blond hair and a cute little
nose that pointed up a little. Her dark brown eyes were wide open. She
looked up at Selma as she licked her tasty little clit; which by this time
would have been hard as a rock. That I knew from years of experience. Her
juices would be flowing freely by this time; I was sure. I wasn't sure if I
imagined it or wother I could see some of her tasty pussy juce on Anna's
chin.

While she pleasured my ex-wife, Anna let her free hand roam freely over her
own slender body.  Her fingers found her small breasts and circled her
nippels. Then they moved down over her tight tummy down toward her own
pussy. Not a single hair on it! I could see she was wet by the reflection
of the candle light on her smooth cunt. Selma and Anna had both very tiny
pussy lips. "Innies" instead of "Outies". Both cunts looked more like
little girl cunnies than like women pussies. All the better! I always
preferded the innocent look. Both the women in my basement were anything
other than innocent, but both had kept the slightest hint of that little
girl aura. In addition to the experience of realy women, who knew their own
bodys and knew how to enjoy --and demand -- real sexual pleasure. The mix
was incredibly hot!

As I kept stoking my cock, I watched the two lovers chance positions. Anna
layed down on the bed with her legs spread open. I could see her pussy
directly now. Nothing was blocking this magnificant sight. I had to stop
jerking off for a second, because I was almost ready to cum, but had no
intention of finishing befor these two pretty little things did.

Selma crept onto the bed and buried her face deep between Anna's legs. I
couldn't see what she was doing, but I had a pretty good idea! What I could
see however was her backside. Her ass was ponting straight at my. Her
position was so, that her cheeks were slightly spread, so I got the full
view of her pussy and ass hole.  Both were shining with her juices. She
moved her ass with the motions of her head, which was pleasuring Anna. I
could see one of Annas hands cupping Selma's right breast. Massaging the
firm tit, sending waves of heat through my ex wifes body. She had always
loved having her breasts massaged. I let my eyes wander over these to
incredibly beautiful women, who were so deeply involved in pushing each
other towards climax.

My eyes found a mirror on the wall that allowed my a diffent angle of
sight. I could see straight into Anna's lap. Selma's toungue worked on her
lovers tiny pussy with a fury. From time to time she would suck the hard
little clit into her mouth or kiss the entire pussy. Anna's back began to
arch at this moment. Her breathing became heavy and her hand grabed Selmas
tit so hard that it must have hurt , but my ex wife kept at it. She licked
the juicy pussy lips befor her.  When Anna came the walls seemed to
shake. Her breathing turned into sweet little screams of pleasure. She
grabbed both of Selma's tits with so much force that I would have never
dared. But Selma didn't seem to mind. She just worked on pushing Anna over
the edge and then let her ride from on orgasm to the next.  For minutes
Anna screamed a the top of her lungs. She burried her face in a pillow
trying invane to muffle the noise. Her back arched and fell back down, then
arched again and again. Her little nipples pointing straight up.

I could feel my own orgasm cumming up. I was surprised to have lasted this
long. I kept stroking and stroking my shaft. But then I stopped. This
wasn't my sexual adventure. I belonged to my still beloved Selma. I
couldn't cum her in the doorway watching her eating her best friend and new
found lover's pussy. That would have somehow lessened the beauty of the
scene. It woulod have been like intruding on her new freedom. So, as Anna
calmed down and curled up in Selmas arms, resting her cheak on her lovers
breasts, I slowly and silently moved away from the door. Before I left, I
could see Selma fingering her own pussy. I now, she would have her own
orgasm soon. I knew how her breathing and moans would sound as the pleasure
hit her. I even knew how her pussy juice covered fingers would taste after
she finished.

I silently closed the door to the basement appartment and climed the stairs
up to my bedroom. I left the door open; dropped my pants to my ancles and
again resumed stroking my cock like crazy. When my orgasm hit, I aimed the
tip of my dick at Selma's old pillow and let the cum sqiurt in heavy loads
onto the pink satain where her head used to sleep for almost ten years.

To be continued...

If you liked the story, I would really like to hear from you. Please sent
me an email to saunafriend@hotmail.com

I would really appreciate pictures of you maturbating to this story. Man or
women, I love both... Who doesn't?