Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2005 06:38:06 -0800 (PST)
From: kim smith <mypurplelightening@yahoo.com>
Subject: my night with Julie 3

This is the continuing saga in my "Julie" fantasy.  All the usual
"disclaimers" apply, you must be 18, unoffended by female lovemaking, and
legally able to view such erotic content in your town or state.  For the
benefit of those interested I will give some descriptions for the
audience.

I am 24, 5'3", and 160 pounds.  I have blue eyes, dark brown hair that is
wavy and flows to the middle of my back, and smooth creamy white skin.  I
am a little on the heavy side (for those who can't do the math) but
certainly not obese.  My breasts are a small C with large aureoles and
small dark pink nipples.  I have a perpetually tight light pink pussy (I
mean it, it hurts every time my husband penetrates me!) with a very small
and hidden (yet extraoridinarily sensitive) clit.

She is 27, slightly taller and slightly thinner than me.  I don't have
her specifics as I've never given her a "height/weight" examination.  She
has a lighter brown hair which she keeps dyed to a reddish tint, and
brown eyes with big engrossing pupils.  Her complexion is immaculate, she
has a little pug nose and puffy, inviting lips.  Her breasts (as
previously described) are nothing short of perfect and an innocent,
almost untouched pussy which (my imagination describes...) is not quite
as oversensitive as mine but is certainly easy to please with an
experienced hand.

The story continues...

I dreamed of Julie (what else is new).
It was very strange (as dreams tend to be).  We were in my
old apartment which she has never even seen which was her
house in my dream.  Go figure.  Settings in dreams, at
least for me, are completely interchangeable.  We were
sitting on my old couch watching a movie, in our
previously usual stance of 6 inches between us and
miserable tension in the air.  None of the events of the
past day had caught up with the world of my dreams.

So we were sitting there and suddenly my head was in her
lap and I was facing the ceiling looking up at her.  She
was stroking my head and looking down at me.  She said to
me, "you have to face this, child."  It is extrememly
cryptic to me now but at the time I guess I understood and
gave her this knowing nod and then curled up into a half
fetal position with my face in her belly.  She continued
to stroke me in a very matronly way and I started to rock
in her lap.  I felt like I had regressed to four and she
was comforting me due to a scraped knee or a lost teddy
bear.  Then I looked up and her face got all distorted and
started to look like Ken's face (Ken is my husband - for
those just tuning in) and then (even stranger) I started
to feel a penis to grow hard in her lap.  This was of
course perfectly normal to me and I said something that
made me cringe later, "this might not be the right life".

I woke up to the sound of my husband's car in the driveway
and a very frightened Julie hectically trying to get
dressed and away.  She must have just woken up herself as
she was fully concentrating on getting dressed herself
and, extremely insightful considering the circumstances,
didn't bother to wake me because it was common practice
for me to be sleeping (naked was how I slept) with Julie in
the living room flipping thru channels or snoring on the
couch when Ken came home.  Ken was used to her coming over to drink
or smoke and then falling asleep on the couch to avoid driving
under any kind of influence.

My life flashed before my eyes when I realized how close
we were to being caught.  Julie gave me a smile and a
quick kiss on the cheek and headed to the living room and
I heard Ken fumbling with the keys and realized the stench
of sex must have been hanging in the air like a dense fog
so I quickly pulled the mutual magazine out from under the
bed and pretended to be in the middle of a very intense
masturbation session when Ken walked in.  "Julie came over
last night?", he casually remarked, more of a statement
than a question.  I said, "yeah, she had some pot, which,
as you know, is more important than sleep!"

"Yeah you're my little hippie", he smiled and said "You
seem busy, want some help with that?"  I blushed and
rolled over to face over my husband who was now lying on
the bed next to me and said "of course".  Since this is a
lesbian story I will spare you the details of my hetero
lovemaking but I will say it was very nice as it always
was, I am truly bisexual.  I was completely attracted to
members of both sexes and, likewise, had a tendency to
fall in love with one of each at various points in my
life.  I did feel a slight twinge of guilt but quickly
pushed it away as I felt completely justified in my
actions.  At this point he fell asleep, as he always does
when he gets home from a half-night shift at the 24 hour
diner where he works.

I waited until his snoring was rhythamic and padded out of
the room in a housecoat and slippers.  I was not done with
Julie!  Mostly I felt that we had a lot to talk about, I
wasn't going to attempt making love to her with my husband
home for two reasons.  One, he might actually be upset
that I was with someone else in his house, which would
lead to arguments and a possible divorce; or Two, (most
likely) he would try to join in and this would jeopardize
what Julie had with Dan.  The concept did not bother me
otherwise, I had fantasized about a threesome with Julie
and Ken since I met Julie, but Dan seemed to be so good
for her, I wanted that to work out for them.  I was very
logical about this whole thing.  The perfect situation for
me would be the eventual acceptance from both of our men
of our "girls night in", with the possiblility of swinging
but never leaving the group of four.  The concept of this
jaded monogamy has always seemed like a good solution to
the bisexual side of me - but selling others on it might
be a little harder.

Julie and I talked about how we were going to break this
to her fiance and my husband.  We agreed that we should
not keep this a secret because it could jeopardize our
marriages, but put it out in the open.  If they couldn't
deal with it (which I highly doubt, the constant
opportunity for three and foursomes was certainly
appealing to all men I knew of, as long as, of course, the
foursomes did not connect with the two men even if they
were both present.)  It was nice to see that Julie shared
some of the same twisted relationship logic that I did.
Eventually we decided that we would all get together for
drinks one night, as Ken and Dan were also good friends,
and then we would start to make out on a "dare" and take
it from there.  We might never even tell them we
experimented first, but we would make the night
seem "spontaneous", forever opening the door to more such
encounters and completely taking away any shame me and
Julie could feel getting together on our own.  I was high
on the idealism of my imagination and wide awake.  Julie
and I smoked some more then found a George Carlin special
on TV and settled in to watch it.  We cuddled in a very
friendly manner which is how my husband found us when he
padded through the living room to use the bathroom.

"Yeah, thats hot, I have two women in each others arms on
my couch, and I'm busy sleeping!"  He was obviously not
even phased by the sight and was in good spirits as he had
just gotten laid a couple hours back.  I playfully flipped
him off and then laid a quick casual kiss on Julie for his
benefit.  "God damn!" he said.  "You know none of my
friends are going to believe me!"  I stuck my tongue out
at him and then Julie and I separated and continued to
watch TV.  My husband is very good at being pleasantly
oblivious.  He finished his business in the bathroom and
then sat down between us and put an arm around each.  We
cuddled up to him like two little sisters would their
father.  I guess Ken was in no mood to sleep at this
point, I think he was going to try to see where this took
him.  I finally told him I didn't want to have to wake his
grumpy ass up later when he didn't get enough sleep and to
take his perverted little mind out of the gutter and get
to bed.  He acquiesced like a good little trained man and
left the room.

Julie and I got back together on the couch and cuddled and kissed for a
good hour.  The comedy special had given way at some point with an action
film of sorts but we barely noticed.  Our slight kisses had progressed to
a full blown make out session, and the fact that we could possibly get
"caught" enhanced our senses and turned us both on immensely.  I took a
moment to appreciate that she didn't "pretend like that didn't happen"
like I was accustomed to her doing after previous encounters.  I guess
this was way to real to ignore.  I smiled at the thought and Julie kissed
both corners of my mouth and smiled back.  She was on top of me at this
point with her knee in my crotch humping me with vigor, and I slipped her
out of her tee and pushed her back on the couch so that I was on top of
her.  I continued to explore her mouth with my tongue while I tweaked
each of her perfect nipples with either hand.  I began to kiss her neck
and she moaned softly.  I nuzzeled into the crevace between her chin and
chest and kissed my way down to her breast.  I ran my tongue along the
underside of each breast and was rewarded with an exited squeak of
surprise and delight.  I ran one hand down into her jeans and teased her
clit with one finger.  She wiggled out of her jeans and I rubbed her
vulva between three fingers, one on each side and one in between.  I
stuck my middle finger in while still pinching her hot lips with the
other two fingers and she bucked on my hand.

"I'm so close!" she practically whined, so I decided to stop being so
"mean" and rubbed her clit with my thumb.  This was the only push she
needed and she climaxed, spewing her juices all over my right hand.  She
relaxed her muscles and fell into a limp pile on the couch.  I licked
each of my fingers clean of that now familiar taste.  She was almost
asleep so I kissed her forehead and then helped her get dressed and
settled on the couch and went to lay down with my husband.