Liar - Sex Stories

Liar

... a toss-up on that one.

Here's the thing. I think Beth is absolutely gorgeous. She’s sexy, fun, and almost everything I want. As wonderful as she is, she isn’t the love of my life. Susan is my everything, and as drawn as I am to our best friend, I have no problem staying in the friend zone. I need Susan. She is part of my soul. That leaves Beth a distant second.

Beth and I have been close since I met Susan. We both love her and were never rivals for her time or affection. The three of us bonded, and while I’ve never been intimate with Beth, the flirting has gotten a bit heated on occasion. When Beth and I end up alone, it’s just friends hanging out and enjoying each other’s company. The flirting starts when Susan is there to witness it. I know my wife loves it for some odd reason, and Beth doesn’t seem to mind. I enjoy the excitement, even knowing that nothing will come of it. It’s sexy fun. At least it is for Susan and me. I would think it would get a bit frustrating for Beth.

I know Beth has a sex drive. Susan and I had been very entertained listening outside her bedroom door when she lived with us. She has occasional fuck buddies, but I’ve never seen her in a real relationship. I don’t understand that at all. She is a wonderful human being and very hot. As open and honest as she is with me, I have never been able to get her to talk about her love life or her long-term dreams in that regard.

We entered our neighborhood without a head-sized dent in the roof of my ...

... truck, but it was a close thing. Susan startled me when she spoke from the back seat. Or maybe it was Beth’s fingertips that were suddenly brushing against my erection. “Just go to our house.”

I reached down and, with an act of will I had no idea I was capable of, gently took Beth’s hand from my erection and placed it on the armrest. “Okay, Babe, but I need a moment of your time when we get there.”

Her sparkling laugh from the backseat turned into a stifled moan as either Nancy or Trish captured her lips again.What the ever living fuck is going on with my wife?

Susan had never shown any inclination toward bisexuality. She had given no indication that she was attracted to her friends in that way. I thought we shared everything, but apparently, I was wrong. Did the idea of her having a lesbian tryst with her friends bother me? Not in and of itself. In a perfect world, it would be an exciting turn of events. No, what bothered me wasn’t that; it was the fact that my wife’s behavior had changed so dramatically, and I was totally clueless as to why. She had been hiding something from me, and that scared the living shit out of me.

Beth saw the look on my face and leaned toward me. “She’s just having a little fun, Dan. She loves you more than anything.”

“Then why am I just now finding out? Since when has Susan kept secrets from me? How long has she been acting this way?”

Her hand gently squeezed my arm. “We’ll talk about it at the house.

I pulled into the garage ...