GREENSLEEVES

Chapter 2

The next day was Saturday, and so I was home all day.  It was pretty obvious that all three of us had been tired from whatever we'd done the previous night.  I normally awaken at the crack of dawn, and am on my way to work by 7:00.  On weekends I would open my eyes at the usual time, but would normally try to get back to sleep, although it rarely worked.  On that particular Saturday, though, when I at last opened my eyes far enough to look at the clock on the nightstand, it was reading a few minutes after 11:00 am.

Ellie was still sound asleep beside me, and I lay there for several minutes gazing raptly at her beautiful face, wondering how I could ever have thought any other woman was better looking.  Finally I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and sat up, being quickly reminded of our lovemaking a few hours earlier.  The jolt of pain that shot through my balls as they pressed against the mattress made me look quickly at them to see if they were swollen to twice their normal size.  They appeared to be no different than usual, and so I carefully stood, then walked quietly to the bathroom to prepare for the day.

I had the coffee pot boiling by the time the two women made their way to the kitchen.  They sat in silence at the table as I brought their cups to them, along with some sweet rolls I'd warmed in the oven.  It wasn't until they had put away almost half the contents of their cups that Ellie finally spoke.  She said, "God, I haven't slept this late since our college days.  Remember how we always looked forward to the weekends so we could sleep in?"

Glenda smiled sweetly at Ellie, then replied, "Yes.  I remember lots of things about our Saturday mornings then."

Ellie's quick blush told me there was lots more being implied than said, but I wasn't mentally-alert enough to think of any way to add my own questions.  They went on to talk of other people they'd known in college, and I sat there listening to their animated conversation for several minutes, then excused myself to go outside to do some yard work.

The three of us gathered in the kitchen again later that afternoon to discuss dinner plans.  Glenda had another session scheduled for that evening, and again invited Ellie to accompany her.  This time, she didn't even glance at me before accepting the invitation, and the enthusiasm in her voice was evident for all to see.  I simply couldn't imagine what could possibly be so interesting about a psychiatric-counseling session, but decided it really didn't matter to me.  My wife was obviously having a good time with her friend, and as long as it made her happy to accompany her to the sessions, then it was all right with me.

We decided to go out to dinner, with Glenda and Ellie in the rental car, and me driving ours.  That way, the two women could go directly to the session from the restaurant, and I could return home on my own.

As it was already late afternoon by then, we all went upstairs to bathe and dress for dinner.  When we met in the living room less than an hour later, I was pleased, although surprised, to see Glenda again wearing her green dress.  Ellie answered my unspoken question by saying, "It's a different dress than she wore last night, honey.  Actually, they're more like uniforms, I guess you could say.  She calls her business "Greensleeves," and that's why she always wears that color to the sessions."

I thought to myself that more women should wear "uniforms" like that, but of course didn't say it out loud.  Saying anything at all was pretty difficult right then, since my mind seemed to be fixated on the long sleeves and the lace cuffs.  My so-very-erotic dream of the previous night refused to stop playing over and over in my head, and all I could think of was Glenda rolling up her sleeves and allowing me to worship her bare arms.  Luckily Ellie suggested we should be on our way, or the developing tent in my lightweight trousers would have betrayed me.
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Again I went to bed with only myself as company.  However, this time I found it even more difficult to fall asleep as my brain boiled in anticipation of a repeat of last night's love play.  I hoped over and over that Ellie and Glenda were once again doing whatever it was that my wife had found so arousing, and that once again I'd be the beneficiary.

The digital clock on the nightstand told me it was after 3:00 a.m. when Ellie's weight on the bed awakened me.  As she had the previous night, she literally tore my undershorts from my body, then mounted my face while sucking my cock.  Again she seemed to be frantic with her need to cum, and she ground her pussy against my mouth while I did my best to lick and suck as I'd been instructed.

As her orgasm overtook her, she raised her head, leaving my wet penis feeling cold in the night air.  With one hand she squeezed my already-aching balls, and with the other she pinched the tender flesh under my cock head and pulled upwards with all her might.  As her pussy spasmed, she said in a passionate whisper, "Come off, damn you!"  I was sure she wanted me to have my own climax in company with hers, and that's exactly what I did.  Why my brain found that sort of pain to be arousing I don't know, but that's what it was, and my body tried with all its might to make the spurts shoot higher than ever before, and last longer.

Again we lay beside one another as we cooled.  This time, Ellie was more talkative than last, and she said quietly, "I think it'd be fun to take Glennie up to the lake.  Can you take off work on short notice like that?  It'd be lots more fun with the three of us, don't you think?"

It took me only a few seconds to review my work schedule for the coming week, and to reply that there was nothing really earth-shaking waiting for me.  In fact, the people who worked under my direction could have easily handled anything but the greatest crisis with no direction whatsoever from me.  Besides, I hadn't taken off anything more than a day or two at a time for a couple of years, so I felt a week-long vacation was due me.  I told Ellie we could plan on it.

She seemed very pleased by my answer, and as she rolled over to prepare for sleep, said softly, "You're the best husband in the whole world.  I love you very much.  Glennie likes you too, honey.  I promise we'll all have a really good time at the lake."  That was the last word from her that night, and her almost-inaudible snore told me she'd fallen asleep.  Again, I had to wait for the pain in my balls, and also my cock this time, to subside enough to allow me to join her.
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Again we awakened late, and sat around the kitchen table trying to force ourselves to face the new day.  As soon as we were feeling up to it, we began loading camping supplies in our four-wheel drive station wagon, hoping we weren't forgetting anything necessary.  Ellie and I had been going to the lake for several years, so I was sure all our practice would help us remember what to take.  If need be, I could drive back to town for anything really important, since it was no more than 30 miles from there to here.

The food supplies were surprisingly easy to pack, since all we had to do was use the things Ellie had cooked and frozen in anticipation of Glenda's visit.  I was glad she'd had the foresight to do that, and once again thought of what a wonderful wife I'd chosen.

At last we were ready to leave.  As Glenda got in the back seat with Ellie (so they could more easily talk during the drive), I saw she was carrying her briefcase.  I thought that was an odd thing to take camping, but didn't say anything about it.  Surely she wouldn't have bothered with the thing if it weren't really important to her.  After all, it was none of my business anyway, so I forgot about it.

The drive to the lake took over one hour, even though it was reasonably close to town.  The first half of the drive was on paved roads, but after that it changed to gravel, then to dirt.  The last part was nothing more than a jeep trail, and it was slow going, even in our four-wheeler.  We had never complained about the trip, though, since it meant that we'd have our privacy.

We owned ten acres of land, with several hundred feet of shoreline included.  I had inherited the land, along with an old cabin, from my parents.  They were still living, but had moved to Florida to spend their retirement years, and so had no further use for the place.  I'd been going there for many years, and when we got married, introduced Ellie to it as soon as I could.  We both loved it, and spent as much time there as possible.

As we finally pulled up alongside the cabin and looked our over the lake to the chain of snow-capped mountains beyond, Glenda couldn't seem to say enough about the beauty of the place.  All the time we unloaded the car and carried things into the cabin, she talked constantly about how wonderful it was.

Finally the last of the supplies were unloaded, and Ellie said brightly, "I'm hot and sweaty.  I need a bath.  How about you guys?"

My agreement was on the tip of my tongue when I paused suddenly, thinking of the changed situation.  It was our usual practice to go for a swim in the lake to cool off and bathe, since there was no indoor plumbing in the cabin.  That had never been a problem before.  We'd simply dropped our clothes on the porch floor and then had a race to the water.  When I thought of doing that then, I realized that I hadn't packed my bathing suit.

I asked, "Hon, did you bring our suits?"

She smiled, then answered, "Don't be so modest.  There's nothing wrong with a little skinny-dipping among friends.  I can make Glenda promise not to peek, if you'd like."

Both of them laughed at my obvious concern, and that alone was enough to make me put on a brave front.  Of course, being a normal red-blooded male, I had no intention of not peeking at our guest when she shed her own clothes.  In fact, the more I thought about it, the better the idea seemed.  I said simply, "Race you," and began undressing.

I don't know who won that race, but do know that the sight of two beautiful women, both buck naked, was enough to make me run my fastest to the water and get in above my waist.  I stood there shivering slightly at the cold temperature of the lake, but then forgot all about it as they walked slowly toward me, making no effort whatsoever to conceal their bodies from my sight.

It's hard to explain what I saw first.  I think it was probably Glenda's shaved pussy that drew most of my attention.  Ellie had never shaved there, even though I had many times secretly wished she'd do so.  What I was seeing then was my first sight ever of a mature vagina, exposed to full view.  It was simply the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, and my cock agreed with me.

They reached the water's edge and stood there with only their feet getting wet.  Ellie's voice was husky with emotion as she asked, "Isn't she the most beautiful thing in the whole world?"  My own voice wouldn't work at all, and my only answer was a slow nod of my head.

Glenda said softly, "Now that you've had an eyeful of us, how about returning the favor?  It's not fair for you to hide in that deep water."  Ellie joined in, doing her best to coax me to walk toward them, exposing myself to their eyes.

Since I couldn't think of any reasonable excuse to stay where I was, I began making my way toward the shallower beach area where they were standing.  As my crotch broke the water, I glanced down and saw my traitorous cock standing up in all its glory, despite the cold water.

Glenda was staring directly at my penis as she said, "That's nothing to be ashamed of.  I've seen dozens of those things lots smaller than you."  She then turned to Ellie before asking, "Does he know how to use it, hon?"

My wife answered quickly, saying, "He does okay, I guess.  I prefer his tongue, though.  He's lots better at eating than he is at fucking.  I suppose most men are that way, aren't they?"

Glenda said something to agree, but my ears were beyond hearing by then.  I don't ever recall being so embarrassed, and wanted more than anything to dive under the water and never come up.  What I actually did was to say, "Are we going to swim, or just stand around talking?  Come on!"  Then I turned around and dove under the water, swimming with all my strength in the hope that would make my cock forget about the naked women, and shrink up as it usually did.

We finally had enough of the lake to satisfy our urge for cleanliness, and walked out of the water.  My cock had subsided enough that it was no longer totally erect, although it was certainly not soft either.  I very studiously avoided looking at either of the women, especially Glenda's lovely breasts and shaved pussy.  One look there would have doomed me to another round of embarrassment, for my brain simply would not have been able to stop my penis from signaling its approval.

It was well towards night when we were once again dressed and in the cabin.  I lit the lanterns we used for illumination while the women laid out our evening meal.  As we sat at the table eating, my shame faded and once again I enjoyed listening to their conversation and joining in whenever possible. 

We had brought along several bottles of wine in case we were in a party mood, and that was a good description of our mood after dinner.  Glass after glass disappeared as we talked into the night.  Many times, we made our way to the outdoor toilet, with the aid of one of the lanterns.  Luckily it was the warmest part of the year, so the trips were nothing more than an inconvenience.  In the cold months, using an outhouse can be very uncomfortable.

As the evening wore on, we became more loose and easy.  That was probably due more to the dropping level of wine in the bottles than it was to anything else.  Whatever the reason, the talk became more sexual in nature, as is usual when young adults of both sexes are in close proximity.  All of us seemed to have a store of dirty jokes, and we told them without end, each one seemingly more sexy than the previous.

Following one of my trips to the outhouse, I seemed to become much more inebriated than the wine should have made me.  I was sitting in my chair at the table, still able to sip from my glass that seemed to never become empty.  I was almost overcome with a feeling of love and friendship for my wife and her friend, and knew deep in my heart that they felt the same for me.

The feeling of trust was so deep in my soul that I knew my deepest, darkest secrets would be safe with them, and I would satisfy any whim they had, no matter how slight.  I couldn't take my eyes off the two gorgeous creatures sitting across from me, and knew I did not deserve their friendship and trust, but would do anything in my power to earn those things from them. 

Both Ellie and Glenda were wearing lightweight T-shirts, due to the warm evening, and it was obvious that neither pair of breasts were restrained in any other way.  The more I gazed in fascination at that part of their bodies, the larger and harder their nipples seemed to become.  I know that my cock was imitating their nipples, and doing its best to tear its way through my trousers.

Ellie asked me a question then, saying, "Sweetie, did you like looking at Glennie's pussy today?"

To be continued. . .