The Firefly ringtone sounded and I answered my cell phone.
A familiar female voice said, “Eric, it’s me again; Georgia.”
I called my wife over and I put my phone on speaker. We spent the next half hour talking to our old friend and lover whom we had not seen in three years despite spending effort and time looking for our dear Georgia. It was Friday night at 5:30 and my wife Ginger had just got home from her part-time job as a nurse working mostly with area nursing homes, in Durham Region, Ontario, Canada, administering injection medications and duties personal support workers were not qualified to legally perform on aging baby boomers. We were about to get dressed to go celebrate my first year working full time in my chosen career as a History Teacher at a local high school. I was very lucky to get the job as the city we lived in, Oshawa, Ontario, had fewer and fewer children. Fortunately the latest government was very pro-immigrant and low to moderate paying jobs were abundant in the area meaning lots of families with four or five kids or more for every two parents. As the school year ended I also got a part-time job for the summer as relief staff counselor for a large local Mental Health Non-Profit Network using my secondary career, counseling that I was forced into when being a teacher looked impossible. We also had recently closed on a run-down house north of nearby Whitby. We talked for half an hour until my phone battery was about to die.
I finally interrupted my wife and Georgia saying, “Georgia, my phone battery is about to die. We were about to go out and celebrate my first year at my new job and my new part-time summer job. Can you join us for dinner? It will be easy to add you to our reservation at that new restaurant at Queen and Charles Street. It’s an Italian restaurant called “Tivoli”.”
Georgia quickly said, “Yes! See you in an hour in the lobby of the restaurant.”
Ginger and I had a quick shower together. We were a little frisky but we didn’t go past teasing each other. Finally we tore ourselves away from sex play to dress in semi-formal dress for the classic Italian restaurant. Even while dressing I couldn’t keep my hands off of that 5’ 6 ½”, 36 DD -30- 32, red haired body of my beautiful, adorable and sexy wife. It had been almost 3 years since we last saw Georgia with her short natural blonde hair, 5’ 8”, 34 DD - 28 – 32 sexy body. She had vanished so mysteriously and then we forced ourselves to move on. Georgia was often on our minds as the song goes. She would often ignite our lust, deep desires, and passions as she had ever since Ginger met her nearly four years ago.
Seven years ago I had given up searching for a History Teacher Job and had gone back to college to train as a counselor at the college and university in north Oshawa, Ontario. I was in my second year of a three year program when I met Ginger with her long flaming red hair in a class which was common to the Counseling Program I was in and the Nursing Program that Ginger was in. I asked her out on a date that very first day of class. We only had one class together each semester since we were both a little more than half through our diploma. Classes became more and more intense and then there were the placements, but somehow we made time for each other and somehow the stress made making love more intense. When we graduated I proposed to Ginger, we moved in with each other, Ginger got a great flexible job with a Regional Nursing agency where she travelled from the borders of Pickering/Toronto to the west, a bit north of Beaverton in the north, Port Perry and Wesleyville to the east and Lake Ontario to the south. After graduation I got work at one of the local mental Health agencies on a part-time basis akin to my new summer job at the same agency I had worked at for a few years until landing my dream job of a History Teacher that I currently held.
A year of barely eating and living in a mouse infested townhouse in North Oshawa we saved up enough for a modest wedding the first weekend in June at an upscale resort on Rice Lake owned by Ginger’s uncle on her mother’s side. We only had to pay wholesale price for the food, flowers, DJ, and minister. My parents paid for the flowers and both sets of parents gave us a scenic Rocky Mountain rail tour and flight to and from Vancouver, British Columbia. Other Friends and relatives gave us spending money mostly as wedding gifts. It was an amazing week-long honeymoon through mountains, past rivers and waterfalls. We especially loved expensive Vancouver with Stanley Park and other famous landmarks and it’s Chinatown. It was such a great and tiring adventure that we needed a vacation from our honeymoon. We used the three days when we got home to relax and do nothing but make love in the comforts of home taking no calls and talking only to the take-out food delivery people.
A year in the glow of wedded bliss followed and then Ginger decided to take a ceramics class every Saturday afternoon, which is where she met Georgia. Georgia later jokingly quipped that it had been her therapy. They became fast friends and when the class ended and they had made 3 ceramic items they signed up for a Saturday Stained Glass Class during which time Ginger brought Georgia home to meet me and have dinner.
Over dinner things heated up shockingly fast. Ginger and Georgia hungered for each other and as I joyfully watched, they stripped naked and made love. I stripped naked and sat on a chair near the bed hoping to be included. Ginger rested after a very strong orgasm and waved me over to the bed where she grasped my hard dick and began eagerly sucking me until I was close to cumming and, stopped. Then she offered me to Georgia who licked and sucked my balls a few times. She went on to lick my dick and deep-throated me a few times. Then my sexy wife spread her legs and welcomed me. I eagerly took that invitation and easily slid all the way into her depths. Her moans of pleasure were soon muffled by the sandy blonde pussy of Georgia. All this stimulation was too much for me and I came deep in my wife’s very wet pussy.
Ginger was next to reach orgasm followed quickly by Georgia. I lay back and rested, but those sexy nymphos had other ideas and soon double-teamed me licking and sucking my balls and dick; getting me completely hard again. I was lost in the feeling and then I felt cool air and a condom being rolled on me. Ginger had been on birth control for years, so this could mean only one thing. I was getting more aroused by the moment, but a part of me had to voice my concern for the sake of my marriage. My wife making love to another woman didn’t bother me since I knew she was bisexual long before we were married. The opportunity and right woman simply had not come along.
I asked softly, “Ginger, are you sure about this? Georgia, do you really want this?”
They both nodded and Georgia climbed aboard, groaning and moaning as she eased down upon my thick almost 8 inch dick. The tightness, warmth, and novelty of a new and different pussy enveloping my dick was beyond delight. It was even better sharing this wonderful experience and this beautiful woman with my wife of barely more than a year. Georgia had a wild look of passion as she sped up her ride; all of us filled with pure lust and desire. Georgia quickly came and I held back wanting this to last. She got up off of me quickly and for a moment I thought she regretted having sex with a married man. Over dinner we had learned she came from a strict rich family which owned a large national grocery chain with a small international presence; mostly in the States and the UK. Georgia had simply moved to the side of the bed, bent over; spread her legs, and her gaping pussy.
Georgia simply said, “Doggie style?”
I nodded and got into position.
Ginger added, “Me too! This is so hot and wonderful. I don’t know why we never tried this before.”
I slid slowly into Georgia and after a few minutes switched to my wife’s pussy as she bent over the bed kissing Georgia as I made love to both of them. Making love soon turned into raw fucking as my lust built up higher and higher as I barely remembered to alternate between my wife’s hot pussy and this hot blonde 19 year old’s pussy. I finally came deeply in a pussy and it took me a moment to realize I was holding Georgia’s amazing round ass; so it was her pussy my dick was buried in. I filled the tip of the condom as Georgia started to cum again squeezing what little was left in me. When she stopped cumming I pulled out limp and exhausted from the effort. Ginger was behind us, pulled off the condom, and stroked my dick draining any remaining cum from me. My sexy partners quickly got back on the bed and got into a sixty-nine bringing each other to orgasm again. Georgia’s appetite was far from being sated and brought my wife to yet another orgasm.
Georgia started again, but Ginger said, “No more!”
I laughed since I had seldom heard those words from Ginger. Her sexual appetite and desire is above average, but Georgia’s sexual appetite was far beyond both Ginger and I. Georgia looked at the clock by the bed, got up, and quickly made a phone call. She was talking to her mother lying about being too tired to drive and would drive her car home in the morning or afternoon; definitely being home for their ‘Sunday Family Supper’.
Georgia stared at our naked bodies and smiled.
Georgia said, “I hope you guys don’t mind me staying the night? I’m hoping you’ll be ready for more fun later or in the morning or even the afternoon before I drive to my parents’ mansion in Port Perry on Lake Scugog. Sunday Supper IS NOT OPTIONAL in my family; often the only time we see each other.”
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