Liar 2 - Sex Stories

Liar 2

Sunday, I woke early and took advantage of the alone time to drink my coffee and contemplate my navel. I still had a lot of mental adjustments to complete before I could relax into my new reality. I had to temper my excitement. It would be so easy to get lost in the euphoria of loving two wonderful women and not take into consideration the potential pitfalls.

A couple of things were primary in my mind and of equal importance. One of those things was the relationship between Susan and Beth. Susan appeared to be excited to start a sexual relationship with her best friend. I could understand her excitement since I was pretty excited myself with the sexual relationship I had started with Beth. Still, Susan had never been intimate with another woman, at least before the one night in the truck. I wouldn’t consider that incident proof of concept by any stretch. Kissing someone of the same sex takes a certain amount of adventurous spirit, but it isn’t the same as having sex with them. A few too many drinks and a dare can lead to a kiss. No harm, no foul. Sex is an entirely different animal that you can’t explain away. You have to own it.

The other thing on my mind was Susan’s change in language. When this thing started, it was all about her fantasy of being a cuck queen. The way she talked after I had sex with Beth didn’t match up. I smelled a rat and knew I had to get to the bottom of things with Susan. It worried me that she might still be hiding something from me. I knew ...

... better than to go down the guilt path I had already been down once. This wasn’t about me now. It was about us, and especially Susan.

I decided that my best path forward was to be patient and let the two women I loved be my guide. If I saw things taking a turn I wasn’t comfortable with, I would speak up. I wanted to give Susan a chance to explore her feelings about Beth without piling on a bunch of baggage. Whatever Susan was thinking would become clear given the time.

With all of that in mind, I called Beth. She answered on the second ring. “Hey, Baby! I just got out of the shower, but I still feel dirty. Care to come over and help me clean up?”

I laughed. “I would love to do that, but we have more important matters to deal with. Susan’s in the shower and should be down for coffee in a minute or two. Why don’t you come over and hang out with us?”

Her voice was worried. “Is Susan okay? Please tell me we’re all still friends!”

“Everything is fine. More than fine, I think. Things have changed for the three of us, and we need to spend time together, taking it all in and figuring out what we all want. Can I ask you something, Beth?”

“Sure. I have no secrets from you, Ben.”

“Have you and Susan ever been intimate?”

“You mean, have we ever fooled around? Knocked the little man in the boat around with our tongues? Gone muff diving together? Snacked on each other’s bearded clams?”

I chuckled. “Yeh, that.”

Her voice was soft and sensual when she responded. ...