John and Cassie had been married twelve years. Their relationship was rooted in deep trust and open honesty — a marriage both loving and untraditional. From time to time, when the mood struck, they welcomed others into their bedroom. There were rules, of course. No secrets. No exes. Just pure, shared experience.
On a warm Friday evening, John decided it was his turn to seek out someone new. Cassie gave him a kiss and told him to have fun. He smiled, excited, and left with a promise to text if the night led anywhere.
A few hours later, the front door creaked open. Cassie, lounging on the couch with a glass of wine, looked up—and froze.
“Cassie, this is Blair,” John said, his voice casual, cheerful. “She and I hit it off at the bar.”
Blair.
Cassie knew that name too well. And the face — the same storm-gray eyes, the same plump and buttery soft lips that had once explored her body. They’d been lovers in college, nearly inseparable, until Blair left to study abroad. Their goodbye had been sudden and messy, unresolved like an unfinished book.
Cassie met Blair’s gaze for a fraction of a second — just enough for recognition to spark behind Blair’s eyes. The look from Cassie spoke volumes and Blair played along perfectly.
“Nice to meet you,” Blair said smoothly, offering a handshake.
“You too,” Cassie replied, masking her heartbeat with a practiced smile. “Please, come in.”
The three of them sat together in the living room, sipping wine and exchanging playful banter. Cassie could feel the tension thrumming beneath her skin — not just from the thrill of the situation, but from the ghost of history between her and Blair. She wondered if Blair felt it too.
She didn’t have to wonder long.
At some point, John leaned forward, mischief in his eyes. “Would you two kiss?”
Cassie hesitated for the briefest moment, then leaned into Blair, their mouths meeting like muscle memory. The spark was immediate, electric. Her skin flushed, her breath caught. Blair’s hands were warm on her waist, and Cassie found herself melting, her past and present colliding in a haze of desire. As they passionately kissed one another, they fumbled with each other's shirts finally peeling them off one other. John sat back watching intently, holding his rock-solid dick.
They moved to the bedroom, laughter and whispered encouragement guiding their way. The women began to kiss again while undressing each other until their naked bodies were finally pressed together. Cassie wanted more of Blair, and she was certain Blair felt the same of her. She breathlessly pulled away and told Blair to lie down. She finally had the woman who had known every inch of her soul back in her bed. She was giddy as she crossed the room and laid down, leaving the middle for John. He sat on his knees caressing the two women, worshipping their bodies as if they were Greek goddesses in the flesh. Leaning down he began sucking Blair’s nipple while inserting a finger into his loving wife. A symphony of quiet moans filled the silence.
But it wasn’t just lust. Not for Cassie. Not with Blair.
As the room filled with breathless moans and trembling bodies, Cassie felt something stir inside her that hadn’t in years — something raw and old and real.
“John,” she whispered, “I want to lick Blair’s pussy while you fuck me from behind.”
As Cassie swirled her tongue around Blair’s clit, she tasted a familiarity she didn’t know she’d been missing all these years. With every moan Cassie was taken back to her college dorm, where the two barely legal women would have to sneak around. The secrecy was part of what made the sex so hot. And now almost fifteen years later, that same thrill had returned.
Blair’s legs began to shake, and Cassie knew she was on the verge of cumming.
“Oh, god, this is so hot,” panted John from behind. Cassie had almost forgotten he was back there, inside of her. As Blair’s moans grew louder, suddenly she whispered she was cumming. Cassie quickly inserted two fingers inside Blair’s pussy. It was warm and wet and contracting uncontrollably just like it had when they were lovers.
When Blair had finally caught her breath, she looked Cassie in the eye with a smile and said, “Now it’s your turn.”
Cassie crawled over Blair’s sprawled out body before pressing all her weight upon her, their tits squished together and their pubic regions aligned. She gave Blair a deeply passionate kiss before rolling off her, readying herself to be devoured.
John stood over the bed watching the two beauties with a desire he’d never felt so strongly. He’d never wanted any of the other women he and Cassie brought into their bedroom more than he wanted Blair, but then again, Cassie’s sex with the other women had never been this intense. While she claimed to enjoy it, sometimes John just felt like she was going through the motions for him.
Finaly, he spoke. “Blair, can I fuck you now?”
“Wouldn’t be a threesome if three parties weren’t involved,” she said smiling before bending down, face between Cassie’s legs and ass in the air.
As Blair serviced Cassie, Cassie could feel the past in the way Blair moved her tongue, sliding up and down her slit, ever so often touching her clit. She liked to tease Cassie because she said she loved listening to her sweet melodious moans. By the time Cassie finally would cum, there’d be juices running down Blair’s leg.
“Oh my god, I’m cumming,” Cassie suddenly cried out, the thought of licking the juice from Blair’s leg to blame; she didn’t want to come so soon.
John grunted and said he was going to cum as Blair reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit all while focusing her tongue swirling around Cassie’s.
“Cumming, cumming, cumming,” Cassie whispered.
Blair’s moans were muffled by Cassie’s pussy, but she knew the sound and knew that Blair was cumming simultaneously.
John grunted as he pushed and pulled, burying himself inside this stranger he so strongly desired because of what she did to his wife. He loved seeing Cassie orgasm. And as she did, he pumped his load deep into Blair.
Suddenly it was very still while the three regulated their breathing. Finally, Blair moved up toward the head of the bed and laid down next to Cassie, their skin barely grazing. John flopped down on the bed, facing the women, hoisted his head up and just admired the view.
“I’m sure she won’t mind if you touch,” Cassie said, noticing John studying Blair’s body. “You did just have your dick inside of her.”
“I don’t mind at all,” said Blair. “Of either of you,” she said seriously, looking Cassie square in the eyes.
Without hesitation, Cassie leaned over and cupped her mouth around Blair’s breast. John reached over and gently ran his hand down the side of Blairs body, admiring her curves and smooth, almost flawless porcelain skin.
“Anyone up for a shower,” Cassie finally asked, lifting her mouth from Blair but not before giving her nipple a little tug of her teeth.
“That sounds amazing,” Blair cooed.
John followed his wife and their newfound friend into the bathroom feeling like the luckiest man on the planet.
In the shower stall, Blair and Cassie faced each other, soaping each other's bodies. John stood behind Cassie washing her back and stroking himself as he watched the women’s hands, glide across tits, arms, bellies, asses and in between legs all the while the two passionately kissed. As if it had been rehearsed, suddenly they stopped rubbing each other and draped their arms over each other’s shoulders pressing their bodies tightly together.
“Can I make you cum again?” Blair whispered to Cassie.
“Mmm hmm,” Cassie moaned.
John watched as Blair’s hand wandered down Cassie’s body till it reached her pussy. He could feel Cassie’s ass start to slightly jiggle as Blair started rubbing her.
As Blair drove her fingers in and out of Cassie, Cassie threw her head back to rest on John’s chest. “Baby,” she whispered, “I love you so much.”
John kissed the top of her forehead, “I know, baby. I love you too. Don’t think about that right now just enjoy this.”
That was all the permission Cassie needed. She put her hand between Blairs legs and rubbed her opening. It was slick and ready for Cassie. Could I do it, she wondered. It had been a long time since Cassie had seen or heard from Blair so she had no idea what she was up to, what her sex life was like. She slowly inserted her index finger into Blair, who closed her eyes and let out a long moan as it slid in. Blair’s warmth was intoxicating and Cassie wanted to feel more. She carefully inserted her middle finger and as Blair sighed with pleasure Cassie tightened herself around Blair’s fingers. Blair reciprocated and Cassie took that as an invitation. She gently inserted her ring finger and Blair’s pussy felt tight around all three fingers, but it was soaking wet and Cassie knew if she removed them now, a stream of fluids would run down Blair’s leg and Cassie didn’t want to waste all that deliciousness Blair’s body made. As Cassie’s fingers slid in and out easily, Blair’s moans were becoming increasingly seductive. Cassie wanted more. More of Blair and more of her beautiful sounds. Slowly she inserted her pinky. Suddenly Blair’s eyes flew open. Cassie had seen this look before. A look of desperation. She wanted to be filled by Cassie. Cassie slightly cocked her head to the side. Blair knew what she meant so she slowly bobbed her head as to not alert John of their secret language. Cassie’s four fingers were still gliding in and out with ease as Blair’s body continued to make fluids. Inhaling a long, slow, deep breath, Blair once again closed her eyes, and Cassie knew what she had to do. She pressed her thumb to her palm and slid her entire hand up to her wrist into Blair’s beautiful body. Blair gasped with pleasure and then Cassie felt the contractions. They were perfectly rhythmic and strong like a firm handshake. It was getting warmer, almost hot inside Blair’s body and Cassie knew she was squirting.
“Oh, God!” Blair threw her head back in ecstasy. “You’re too fucking good she struggled to say as she continued to orgasm.
Cassie could feel the tip of John’s dick against her back and the thump of his fist as he jerked himself off.
Blair was furiously pushing her fingers into Cassie while her thumb was pressing down on her clit. All this combined with Blair’s pussy wrapped around her entire hand and her cries of ecstasy sent Cassie over the top.
“Baby, I’m coming,” she struggled to speak.
“Me too,” John grunted from behind. She felt his body spasm and the warm shot of his cum on her back.
After they had once again caught their breath, they pulled apart. Cassie’s hand had started to prune and she already missed the warmth of Blair’s insides. Sensing her sorrow, Blair reached up and wiped the water droplets from her face. Exhausted, they all three stood silently letting the warm water wash over them. After a few minutes had passed, John stepped out of the shower and said, “I’ll get you ladies some towels.” They watched his almost perfect naked physic exit the bathroom.
When he was gone, Blair leaned in and kissed Cassie passionately on the mouth. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Cassie nodded, neither happy nor sad. It was something that happened, just like all of her and John’s other escapades, but this one was different. This one left her feeling guilty and selfish. Sure, she knew John had enjoyed it, but if he knew the truth....oh my god, what would he do if he knew the truth?
As if sensing her despair Blair took her hand and gave it a squeeze. Suddenly Cassie knew it would be okay.
“Ladies,” John, wrapped in a towel from the waist down, said handing them towels. “I think I need a stiff drink and some sleep. Either of you care to join me?”
“I for one would love that,” said Blair, wrapping herself in her towel. She stepped out of the shower and said, “What are we drinking?”
Cassie watched as Blair followed John into the bedroom. She wanted John to like Blair. And she wanted Blair to like John. Maybe it’ll be best to let them have some alone time to get to know each other, she thought. She knew John wouldn’t do anything sexual without her present. And she knew neither would Blair.
After about thirty minutes of hiding out in the bathroom, combing her hair, exfoliating her face and putting on her moisturizers and anti-aging serums, she finally emerged from the bathroom in her silk robe.
John and Blair were sitting on the bed resting against the plush headboard, still wrapped in their towels.
“Well, there’s my girl,” said John with a grin. “Everything okay?”
“Yes, of course,” she flicked her hand next to her face. “Just doing my routine.”
John sighed. “I keep telling you you don’t need all that stuff. Look at her, Blair, isn’t she beautiful?”
“Stunning,” Blair said, her eyes never leaving Cassie’s.
“Get over here,” John motioned for her to go to him. “Blair’s not a whiskey drinker so we’re having vodka soda.” He reached to the nightstand and grabbed the remaining Waterford crystal glass, filled it with ice then poured her a drink.
Cassie crossed the room to the foot of the bed and crawled in between her husband and her former lover. She took a long sip of her drink and sighed. She felt content in this moment. If only she could make it last.
As the women caught up under the ruse they had never met before, John drifted off to sleep. The room went quiet except for the soft rumble of John’s snoring. Cassie and Blair turned to each other.
“I’ve missed this,” Blair whispered.
Cassie nodded. “He can never know,” she said, her voice low, but firm. “If he finds out we were something… he’ll never be okay with it.”
“I know,” Blair said. Her eyes were soft but serious. “It’ll stay between us.” She reached over and took the glass out of Cassie’s hands and set it down on the table before turning back to her. They locked eyes for a fleeting moment before desire took control. Blair reached for Cassie and pulled her close to her. She opened the silk robe and began caressing Cassie’s breast before leaning down and sucking on her hard nipple. Suddenly she felt Blair’s hand sliding down her inner thigh and knew she had to stop her, but she was paralyzed by lust. She allowed Blair’s fingers to walk their way to her opening and struggled not to moan when they entered her. She was too weak and had succumbed to pleasure.
With her fingers sliding in and out of Cassie, Blair slowly started moving south, kissing Cassie’s bare skin until she reached her hip bone.
“Can I taste you again,” she whispered.
Cassie silently nodded as Blair spread her legs wide and pressed her warm tongue to her clit. When Blair stuck her tongue inside, she had to hold her breath so as to not cry out in ecstasy. Blair knew what she was doing and Cassie knew that. Worried that John might awaken, Cassie lifted her hips and pressed hard into Blair’s mouth. Almost immediately her pussy started contracting around the tip of Blair’s tongue. Her knuckles were white from clutching the blankets and she felt her teeth sinking into her lip as she held back her moans of ecstasy.
After Cassie had lowered her hips back to the bed, Blair sidled up next to her and gave her a long kiss on the mouth before standing.
“I probably shouldn’t be here when he wakes up,” she whispered.
"You're probably right," said Cassie. "We never have overnight guests."
As Blair was dressing, Cassie carefully closed her robe then walked Blair to the front door. They faced each other in silence for a few seconds before passionately kissing one another. After they pulled away from each other Blair twisted a lock of Cassie’s hair around her finger. “I hope we can see each other again,” she said.
“I would like that very much,” Cassie said before leaning in and kissing Blair on the forehead.
***
John woke up on Saturday morning to find Cassie missing from their bed. He found it odd since she usually liked to sleep in on Saturday mornings. He stepped into some boxers and went downstairs only to find her in the kitchen, staring out the window with a smile of contentment. He went up behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist and nuzzled his face into her hair. “Last night was… something,” she said with a coy smile.
John chuckled. “It was incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that turned on. Did you happen to get her number?”
Cassie sipped her coffee, heart racing. “Yeah… she left it. But do you think we should we call her?”
He looked at her, eyes gleaming. “Hell yes.”
Cassie kissed him on the cheek and turned away, smiling — a strange mix of guilt and heat coiling inside her.
She didn’t know what would happen next.
But she knew one thing: she wasn’t done with Blair. Not yet. The intimacy between them reignited in a slower, secret rhythm. This was no longer for Cassie and John’s benefit — it was for Cassie and Blair. The memory of what they had. The taste of what they’d lost.
