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I first met Jules on the tram going to work. The train was crowded and we were both standing, holding onto the railings as the train rocked its way into the city. I’m 6’4” and Jules is just under 6’. It was easy for us to make eye contact as we were only a foot or two apart, and our heads towered over the others below us.
She wasn’t wearing much, if any, make-up and her shoulder length blonde hair was swept causally over one eye. Jules is not a classic beauty. Her face is slightly elongated and even in her coat I could tell she was too thin.
We smiled at each other, but for the most part she kept her head down. It wasn’t until we got off at the same stop that I noticed the hospital security card hanging from a chain around her neck.
I held up my ID as we walked, pushed along with the crowd.
“I haven’t seen you before, what department are you in?” I asked.
“Radiology,” she replied
“I.T. I'm Jeremy,” I held out my hand.
“Jules,” she said returning the introduction.
“I could use you. My computer’s shit!” she shouted over the crowd noise, as she gave my hand a quick shake.
“Extension 812, call me and I’ll see if I can help,” I offered.
The sea of people parted, and the traffic noise increased. Jules gave me a wave as headed towards the south entrance of the hospital and I went to the north.
I’m actually in charge of integrating the main frame systems so that they can talk to each other. Fixing PCs was pretty low down on my skill set. I was just settling in at my desk when my phone rang. It was Jules taking me up on my offer.
Her problem was with a laptop that kept trying to turn itself off. It was her personal laptop, so I told her to bring it up to my office during the afternoon coffee break. She was to bring the coffee, black no sugar. I told her to make it a large as I didn’t work cheap.
She arrived dutifully at the agreed time, wearing hospital greens that only served to accentuate her androgynous appearance. I had her sign onto the computer. I drank my coffee as I walked her through the various menus. It was a stubborn virus, so I had her leave the laptop with me. I suggested she come by again after the end of her shift. Then we could ride home together on the train.
I hadn’t got to it when she showed up at 5:30. I promised I’d work on it at home that night and have it for her on Monday. She offered to bring me a pizza for dinner.
I told her that I’d love to have a pizza with her, but I’d have to bring my wife along. Sadly, Jules didn’t seem disappointed but instead said she’d make sure it was an extra large.
When Jules arrived at seven, she was still wearing jeans and a t-shirt but had obviously cleaned herself up a bit. I was still in my work clothes having gone straight to work on the stubborn computer.
My beautiful wife had made a nice salad, and came out of the kitchen to meet our guest. Leslie was wearing a short denim dress, very little make up and no shoes.
Leslie is not quite as tall as Jules or I, but she has a long, lean lower body. Her legs are probably her best feature, all the way up to her bum. She looks good in dresses, and rarely wears pants. She also rarely wears panties, except at work. I'm a lucky man, and smart enough to know it.
It turned out they knew each other. Leslie and I are in our late thirties. Jules would be about 15 years behind us. Leslie’s a history teacher, and Jules had gone to her school, but had never been in Leslie’s class.
“I hope you didn’t snoop around in there too much, there are some pictures and stuff that I wouldn’t want around the hospital,” yelled Jules to me as I was exiting the bedroom.
I assured her I was like a doctor; anything I came across was in strictest confidence. But since she raised the question, there were a lot of downloads from lesbian sites.
“I take it you appreciate the fairer sex, much like myself,” I said.
“Well, that gives you two something in common,” said Leslie
“Actually,” piped up Jules, as we opened up the third bottle of wine “ I have a confession to make. When I looked Jeremy up in the staff directory I saw the unusual last name and I remembered Leslie from high school. I hoped maybe that she was your sister, or something.”
“What,” I said with mock indignation, “you were hoping to get my wife into bed? We do have a lot in common!”
“Hey look it’s not that I’m totally gay, I’ve been with guys. I was willing to take you as a ‘lacking in’ boobies prize,” giggled Jules.
It’s true my wife has beautiful breasts, a perfect C, and firm, so that she rarely needs a bra. With her white blonde hair and pale complexion, any true fan of the female body would know that she would have perfect pink aerolas.
It was not a shock to me that Leslie would be the teacher every kid in highschool wanted to fuck, be they male or female.
“Well then you should have us both,” I said, and with that Leslie and I got up to give her a big group hug while Jules sat on the stool giggling as she stuffed another piece of pizza in her mouth.
It was Friday night and we were having a good time. I suggested we do some Tequila shots. Leslie opened up Jules computer, and said she wanted to see the dirty pictures.
Jules broke up in a fit of laughter, “Go for it. I don’t care. The password’s AAAAcup.”
Leslie giggled like a school girl as she started to cruise the galleries. “Hey, these are pretty good. You are damn sexy when you want to be girl.”
“I’m flat as a board, Les.” protested Jules
“Some people,” nodding in my direction, “find that very alluring, especially those pink puffy nipples,” countered Leslie.
“Hey, if I knew there were titty shots in there, I would have forgotten my gentlemanly manners,” I said as craned my neck to see. This caused the girls just to turn the computer further away and out of reach of my leering.
“There’s a lot more on here than just titties. You’d pop your wad in about a minute and half,” said Leslie.
“Oh, go ahead and show him Les. It’s just nudity, and he told me he was just like a doctor,” said Jules.
“I take it you’re not too concerned about nudity, Jules?” asked my wife.
“Fuck no, they’re just bodies. We all got ‘em,” answered Jules.
Leslie and I looked at each other, “We couldn’t agree more Jules, this is probably the first Friday night in months when Jeremy and I have worn clothes” said Leslie.
Seizing the moment, I exclaimed, “Okay, that settles it. We’re all getting naked and drinking tequila shots from each other’s belly buttons!”
With that I started to take off my shoes, socks and trousers. However, when balancing on one leg after alcohol one often finds they fall down. I ended up lying splayed out on the floor on my back, helpless. At which point the girls each grabbed a pant leg and pulled off my trousers.
I looked up to see, Jules waving my pants over her head like a trophy.
Leslie then straddled my chest, and instructed Jules to take off my boxers. She wanted her to have a good look at my package, apparently it’s a thing of beauty!
“It’s only fair Jeremy. She’s letting you look at her,” said my formally sensible and sober wife.
“Mmmm man bits, you sure this is okay, Leslie?” giggled Jules.
“Go for it girl, and give a bit of a wank, it’s a lot more impressive when you give it some encouragement,” Leslie called out over her shoulder. Leaning into me, she whispered, “You don’t mind having a bit of fun, do you dear?” I shook my head with enthusiasm. Clearly telling her I was happy to see things progress.
Jules drove into her assignment head first. My boxers were ripped away in one fluid motion, I don’t even recall lifting my hips. I couldn’t see anything as my wife was still straddling my chest. I’m sure I felt Jules hot breath, on my exposed and awakening cock. I know I certainly felt my wife’s bare pussy on my chest. It was clear to me she wasn’t wearing panties.
“Nice package,” said Jules, “yours too Leslie, I caught a glimpse when you leaned forward. Doesn’t anyone wear underwear anymore?”
“Let’s give it a stroke or two,” said Leslie, as she turned herself around. Causing her to hike her short skirt and expose herself further, while still straddling my chest. Now all I could see was her back, and beautiful bare bum.
“Yours or his?” asked Jules a bit more seriously this time.
“Both,” said Leslie, as she positioned her open pussy over my exposed cock. Pulling her skirt up all the way, she began rubbing my hardening member along the length of her slit.
“Wanna ride Jules? I bet you’re not wearing any underwear either,” said Leslie as she grabbed the waistband of Jules’ jeans. Seductively she reached up and opened the button at the top of Jules’ pants, and pulled down the zipper.
Jules was obviously game, as she hurriedly kicked off her jeans. Leslie had moved to the side enough so I could see. Jules wasn’t wearing panties either, and was shaven smooth, like my wife. Good girl, I thought to myself.
Jules straddled me at my knees and then proceeded to help my wife lift her dress over her head. Leslie reciprocated by helping Jules off with her t-shirt.
Jules may not have had cleavage, but her nipples were big, puffy and protruding. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking those beautiful little buds. Leslie beat me to it. Her mouth went right to Jules’ tits.
I felt a hand an unfamiliar hand take my now very hard cock, and guide it into my wife’s hungry wet pussy.
Leslie sighed, as she engulfed me, “I’m just getting her sweet little buds nice and wet for you.” She then turned to Jules and purred, “ I really want him to go inside you, you’ll love it.”
I groaned, “Leslie, I really want to suck those nipples, too”
Leslie moved aside so that Jules could slide forward and feed me those puffy pink buds. Jules ass remained raised, and I could see Leslie positioning herself to lick her from behind. Leslie’s tongue is magic when she licks your back hole. I have experienced it many, many times.”
With both of us licking at each end, Jules was basically a human popsicle. I felt Jules have a couple tremors between groans that could have been little mini orgasms.
Leslie then positioned Jules’ pussy directly over my cock and guided her ass. Lowering her slowly onto my cock, and me into this sweet, young, bare pussy.
Jules leaned back against Leslie’s beautiful full pale breasts Leslie reached around pinching and fondling where I had just been suckling. Jules rocked and bounced, squealing with pleasure, while I tried to hold from blowing my load.
“Let him have you missionary Jules,” said Leslie, and finally I was allowed up from the kitchen floor, only to go back again on top of Jules. Leslie positioned herself over Jules’ mouth, with her back to me. Leslie moved leaned forward and reached back spreading her cheeks. I could see her little brown hole, as well as the licking her pussy was taking from Jules.
I pulled Jules' legs over my shoulders, so as to penetrate as deeply as I could and emptied an endless torrent of cum deep into her pussy. Jules must have felt my release or at least heard my grunts, because she started to squirt streams of girl juice on my cock.
I had never been with a squirter before. Seeing her ejaculate caused my orgasm to prolong, filling her even more.
As I reached out to touch my wife’s little back hole, I could see her shudder and release a less eruptive trickle of cum into Jules’ mouth.
That was three years ago, and Jules has been with us ever since. My wife decided to take a wife, and I presided over the union. We live together, sleep together, cook together, and work together, but mostly we play together. And Friday nights, no one wears clothes.
Love, Leslie, Jules, and Jeremy
She wasn’t wearing much, if any, make-up and her shoulder length blonde hair was swept causally over one eye. Jules is not a classic beauty. Her face is slightly elongated and even in her coat I could tell she was too thin.
We smiled at each other, but for the most part she kept her head down. It wasn’t until we got off at the same stop that I noticed the hospital security card hanging from a chain around her neck.
I held up my ID as we walked, pushed along with the crowd.
“I haven’t seen you before, what department are you in?” I asked.
“Radiology,” she replied
“I.T. I'm Jeremy,” I held out my hand.
“Jules,” she said returning the introduction.
“I could use you. My computer’s shit!” she shouted over the crowd noise, as she gave my hand a quick shake.
“Extension 812, call me and I’ll see if I can help,” I offered.
The sea of people parted, and the traffic noise increased. Jules gave me a wave as headed towards the south entrance of the hospital and I went to the north.
I’m actually in charge of integrating the main frame systems so that they can talk to each other. Fixing PCs was pretty low down on my skill set. I was just settling in at my desk when my phone rang. It was Jules taking me up on my offer.
Her problem was with a laptop that kept trying to turn itself off. It was her personal laptop, so I told her to bring it up to my office during the afternoon coffee break. She was to bring the coffee, black no sugar. I told her to make it a large as I didn’t work cheap.
She arrived dutifully at the agreed time, wearing hospital greens that only served to accentuate her androgynous appearance. I had her sign onto the computer. I drank my coffee as I walked her through the various menus. It was a stubborn virus, so I had her leave the laptop with me. I suggested she come by again after the end of her shift. Then we could ride home together on the train.
I hadn’t got to it when she showed up at 5:30. I promised I’d work on it at home that night and have it for her on Monday. She offered to bring me a pizza for dinner.
I told her that I’d love to have a pizza with her, but I’d have to bring my wife along. Sadly, Jules didn’t seem disappointed but instead said she’d make sure it was an extra large.
When Jules arrived at seven, she was still wearing jeans and a t-shirt but had obviously cleaned herself up a bit. I was still in my work clothes having gone straight to work on the stubborn computer.
My beautiful wife had made a nice salad, and came out of the kitchen to meet our guest. Leslie was wearing a short denim dress, very little make up and no shoes.
Leslie is not quite as tall as Jules or I, but she has a long, lean lower body. Her legs are probably her best feature, all the way up to her bum. She looks good in dresses, and rarely wears pants. She also rarely wears panties, except at work. I'm a lucky man, and smart enough to know it.
It turned out they knew each other. Leslie and I are in our late thirties. Jules would be about 15 years behind us. Leslie’s a history teacher, and Jules had gone to her school, but had never been in Leslie’s class.
“I hope you didn’t snoop around in there too much, there are some pictures and stuff that I wouldn’t want around the hospital,” yelled Jules to me as I was exiting the bedroom.
I assured her I was like a doctor; anything I came across was in strictest confidence. But since she raised the question, there were a lot of downloads from lesbian sites.
“I take it you appreciate the fairer sex, much like myself,” I said.
“Well, that gives you two something in common,” said Leslie
“Actually,” piped up Jules, as we opened up the third bottle of wine “ I have a confession to make. When I looked Jeremy up in the staff directory I saw the unusual last name and I remembered Leslie from high school. I hoped maybe that she was your sister, or something.”
“What,” I said with mock indignation, “you were hoping to get my wife into bed? We do have a lot in common!”
“Hey look it’s not that I’m totally gay, I’ve been with guys. I was willing to take you as a ‘lacking in’ boobies prize,” giggled Jules.
It’s true my wife has beautiful breasts, a perfect C, and firm, so that she rarely needs a bra. With her white blonde hair and pale complexion, any true fan of the female body would know that she would have perfect pink aerolas.
It was not a shock to me that Leslie would be the teacher every kid in highschool wanted to fuck, be they male or female.
“Well then you should have us both,” I said, and with that Leslie and I got up to give her a big group hug while Jules sat on the stool giggling as she stuffed another piece of pizza in her mouth.
It was Friday night and we were having a good time. I suggested we do some Tequila shots. Leslie opened up Jules computer, and said she wanted to see the dirty pictures.
Jules broke up in a fit of laughter, “Go for it. I don’t care. The password’s AAAAcup.”
Leslie giggled like a school girl as she started to cruise the galleries. “Hey, these are pretty good. You are damn sexy when you want to be girl.”
“I’m flat as a board, Les.” protested Jules
“Some people,” nodding in my direction, “find that very alluring, especially those pink puffy nipples,” countered Leslie.
“Hey, if I knew there were titty shots in there, I would have forgotten my gentlemanly manners,” I said as craned my neck to see. This caused the girls just to turn the computer further away and out of reach of my leering.
“There’s a lot more on here than just titties. You’d pop your wad in about a minute and half,” said Leslie.
“Oh, go ahead and show him Les. It’s just nudity, and he told me he was just like a doctor,” said Jules.
“I take it you’re not too concerned about nudity, Jules?” asked my wife.
“Fuck no, they’re just bodies. We all got ‘em,” answered Jules.
Leslie and I looked at each other, “We couldn’t agree more Jules, this is probably the first Friday night in months when Jeremy and I have worn clothes” said Leslie.
Seizing the moment, I exclaimed, “Okay, that settles it. We’re all getting naked and drinking tequila shots from each other’s belly buttons!”
With that I started to take off my shoes, socks and trousers. However, when balancing on one leg after alcohol one often finds they fall down. I ended up lying splayed out on the floor on my back, helpless. At which point the girls each grabbed a pant leg and pulled off my trousers.
I looked up to see, Jules waving my pants over her head like a trophy.
Leslie then straddled my chest, and instructed Jules to take off my boxers. She wanted her to have a good look at my package, apparently it’s a thing of beauty!
“It’s only fair Jeremy. She’s letting you look at her,” said my formally sensible and sober wife.
“Mmmm man bits, you sure this is okay, Leslie?” giggled Jules.
“Go for it girl, and give a bit of a wank, it’s a lot more impressive when you give it some encouragement,” Leslie called out over her shoulder. Leaning into me, she whispered, “You don’t mind having a bit of fun, do you dear?” I shook my head with enthusiasm. Clearly telling her I was happy to see things progress.
Jules drove into her assignment head first. My boxers were ripped away in one fluid motion, I don’t even recall lifting my hips. I couldn’t see anything as my wife was still straddling my chest. I’m sure I felt Jules hot breath, on my exposed and awakening cock. I know I certainly felt my wife’s bare pussy on my chest. It was clear to me she wasn’t wearing panties.
“Nice package,” said Jules, “yours too Leslie, I caught a glimpse when you leaned forward. Doesn’t anyone wear underwear anymore?”
“Let’s give it a stroke or two,” said Leslie, as she turned herself around. Causing her to hike her short skirt and expose herself further, while still straddling my chest. Now all I could see was her back, and beautiful bare bum.
“Yours or his?” asked Jules a bit more seriously this time.
“Both,” said Leslie, as she positioned her open pussy over my exposed cock. Pulling her skirt up all the way, she began rubbing my hardening member along the length of her slit.
“Wanna ride Jules? I bet you’re not wearing any underwear either,” said Leslie as she grabbed the waistband of Jules’ jeans. Seductively she reached up and opened the button at the top of Jules’ pants, and pulled down the zipper.
Jules was obviously game, as she hurriedly kicked off her jeans. Leslie had moved to the side enough so I could see. Jules wasn’t wearing panties either, and was shaven smooth, like my wife. Good girl, I thought to myself.
Jules straddled me at my knees and then proceeded to help my wife lift her dress over her head. Leslie reciprocated by helping Jules off with her t-shirt.
Jules may not have had cleavage, but her nipples were big, puffy and protruding. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking those beautiful little buds. Leslie beat me to it. Her mouth went right to Jules’ tits.
I felt a hand an unfamiliar hand take my now very hard cock, and guide it into my wife’s hungry wet pussy.
Leslie sighed, as she engulfed me, “I’m just getting her sweet little buds nice and wet for you.” She then turned to Jules and purred, “ I really want him to go inside you, you’ll love it.”
I groaned, “Leslie, I really want to suck those nipples, too”
Leslie moved aside so that Jules could slide forward and feed me those puffy pink buds. Jules ass remained raised, and I could see Leslie positioning herself to lick her from behind. Leslie’s tongue is magic when she licks your back hole. I have experienced it many, many times.”
With both of us licking at each end, Jules was basically a human popsicle. I felt Jules have a couple tremors between groans that could have been little mini orgasms.
Leslie then positioned Jules’ pussy directly over my cock and guided her ass. Lowering her slowly onto my cock, and me into this sweet, young, bare pussy.
Jules leaned back against Leslie’s beautiful full pale breasts Leslie reached around pinching and fondling where I had just been suckling. Jules rocked and bounced, squealing with pleasure, while I tried to hold from blowing my load.
“Let him have you missionary Jules,” said Leslie, and finally I was allowed up from the kitchen floor, only to go back again on top of Jules. Leslie positioned herself over Jules’ mouth, with her back to me. Leslie moved leaned forward and reached back spreading her cheeks. I could see her little brown hole, as well as the licking her pussy was taking from Jules.
I pulled Jules' legs over my shoulders, so as to penetrate as deeply as I could and emptied an endless torrent of cum deep into her pussy. Jules must have felt my release or at least heard my grunts, because she started to squirt streams of girl juice on my cock.
I had never been with a squirter before. Seeing her ejaculate caused my orgasm to prolong, filling her even more.
As I reached out to touch my wife’s little back hole, I could see her shudder and release a less eruptive trickle of cum into Jules’ mouth.
That was three years ago, and Jules has been with us ever since. My wife decided to take a wife, and I presided over the union. We live together, sleep together, cook together, and work together, but mostly we play together. And Friday nights, no one wears clothes.
Love, Leslie, Jules, and Jeremy
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