My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie

During the week after I spoke with Evie and gave her my demands, our conversations became rather annoying. It wasn't our usual texts filled with hope, laughter, pictures, or even erotic talk. They were nothing more than an offer and counteroffer on what was going to take place. Like we were two businesswomen hammering out the small, last-minute details of a deal. Moreover, and more persistently, I kept getting messages saying, "Walter wants... Walter requests... Walter says..."

I got to the point where I thought to myself, "Fuck Walter, I can't care less what he wants." And I honestly tried to emphasize that with her by reiterating that I was doing this for her, not for me, and surely not for him. I did my best to respect his boundaries and what he felt was truly fair, but on the same token, I just wanted to scream at Evie to pick up and leave this and come be with me. Needless to say, by Saturday night, as I stood in front of my closet deciding what to wear to this first dinner together, I was sure about ready to just blow the whole fucking thing off.

I met them for dinner at one of the higher-end restaurants downtown. When I walked through the door and saw Evie sitting next to him, dressed very appropriately for our dinner, I started to feel very unsure that this was not the right plan. When she hugged me, it was almost as if she was just being polite. That she had to watch how she touched me, or what she said to me. She introduced me to Walter, and as much as I expected him to look like some drooling, overweight loser, he actually wasn't as unattractive as I would have believed.

He stood just about 6 feet tall. Had thinning hair, but was not bald. He was plump around the mid-section, but wasn't terribly fat, or looked like he was 7 months pregnant. He had a clean, thin mustache, a nice smile, and was very warm-hearted as he offered his hand to shake mine to say hello.

We had a nice dinner, but there was no doubt that there was extensive tension between Evie and me. What usually would have been a loving, exciting, happy evening for us, if we had been alone, almost felt manufactured, uneasy, unorthodox, and downright tense. I should have expected it, considering the circumstances. All in all, Walter seemed very attentive and polite, asking me many questions about myself, my likes, my family, and my work. So, at least he kept the conversation upbeat, avoiding an awkward series of silent moments.

When we finished and hugged goodbye, we went our separate ways. Over the next few days, the conversation between Evie and me centered on how Walter enjoyed our dinner. How he thought I was very attractive, very smart, and he could see why Evie "fell for me." I shook my head a lot, reading some of the stuff she wrote. It seems she was pushing even harder for this than he was. Trying to hype our time together and the friendships we may all become involved in. I kept thinking, this is going to be nothing but a shit show, because even though Walter wasn't a complete turn-off, I still really had no interest in sleeping with him. Maybe in his youth, or his prime. Perhaps that's why Evie fell in love with, but I had zero interest. Beauty is always in the eye of the beholder, but I couldn't see what made her stay. But then again, at the time she was young, wanting love, a man, and a relationship, he surely fit the bill. I, however, wouldn't have decided on him.

Over the next month, I saw Evie only briefly. It seemed that if it wasn't the three of us planning something, then we weren't doing anything together. It became tiring. We would meet for dinner. They did invite me over a few times, but I knew that if I went, it would just be Walter trying to ram his dick into my mouth or my pussy, while I was naked with his wife, and it sure never sat well with me. Meanwhile, all my love for her, all my longing for us to be together, and the initial agreement that we could do whatever we wanted, when we wanted, wasn't being met. In the long run, Evie so profoundly texted me, defending him by writing, "He says before I can be with you alone, the three of us have to be together. It's 'payback' for all the times we were alone without him."

About this time in my life, I was concerned it would never be her and I again, like it had been. I was in love with her, and I wanted to be with her. But somewhere deep within me, I had this resonating feeling that if she didn't leave him, I was going to have to move on. I decided to join a few online LGT+ chat sites, a woman's only message board, and a dating site. I needed to talk to people who were interested in the things I was, who were looking for friendship, trust, communication, and the opportunity to meet someone. I'll discuss that in later chapters, as it came into play more with who I was and where my life was leading. I never told Evie about any of it, but it opened a lot of doors for me.

But within those moments and during the time I was going through all of this with Evie, I had a choice to make, I had to bite the bullet - perse - and have this threesome and sleep with him, or I could leave and just move on. I wanted her badly. I wished Evie could see and understand how deeply I wanted us to be together forever. I honestly wished Walter would push this too far, irritate her beyond comprehension, so she'd pack her things and come be with me, and let us be the lesbians I want us to be. But as far as I could see, it wasn't going to happen, so I bit that bullet and agreed to dinner at their house on Saturday night and took my chances.

Their house was warm, clean, smelling of a cinnamon candle, almost museum-like when I walked in. I had never been to Evie's place, in all of our time together, so I didn't know what to expect. As we ate dinner, the wine flowed, and a soft acoustic symphonic melody played from their stereo system. The tension eased, but the concerns set in.

By the time we cleaned up and had relocated to their couch, we were all slightly buzzed, and the warmth of our time was deepening. Walter seemed to want to be the director or demander of how the night progressed. He asked Evie and I to kiss. To feel each other up. He asked me to kiss him. P.S., I hated it, but I went along with it so that I could be with her. He stood over us, watching us cuddle, touch, caress, and long for one another. He helped both of us remove shirts and bras, as if we couldn't have done it ourselves. He demanded Evie suck one of my tits, then joined in the fun, so each of them could have one each.

His hands were all over my skin, between my legs, her legs, and down in his pants. It wasn't uncomfortable because I was used to Evie's soft, sensual touch and to guiding her more than to someone guiding us. By the time we all decided to head to their bedroom, Evie and I were topless, our jeans had been long unbuttoned and unzipped, and we both had already had our hands down into each other's panties. There was no doubt I was turned on. I wanted her more than him, but I also felt somewhat intrigued because it had been years since I had seen or sucked on a dick.

Entering their bedroom took me by surprise. I was almost floored seeing how outdated and old-fashioned it was. There were two dark brown dressers, with the matching Armoire. Light brown carpet on the floor, which was surely worn from years of foot traffic, a three-bladed brown ceiling fan, with three little lights in the center, and a god-awful red bedspread that covered their mattress. But I wasn't here to judge their furniture choices. I was there to make love to the woman I loved, along with her husband, so that he could get his "payback."

Evie pulled me down onto the top of her as she nestled into bed. We kissed deeply and softly, and for a few moments, it almost felt like the regular, loving, and intense as it always had between us. As if Walter had disappeared from the mix, leaving her and me alone. As we kissed and I cupped and held her tits, my passion grew. It had been quite a while since we had made love, and now, even in the midst of these unusual circumstances, I wanted her badly. I wiggled down her pants, and she tried helping, shimmying out of them, while I could see Walter out of the corner of my eye, unbuttoning his dress shirt, slipping it off his arms. He lifted his t-shirt over his head, as I softly kissed along the inner thighs of Evie's legs. As soon as I slid her panties aside and slipped my tongue along her wet, wide slit, I could see him sliding his underwear down and grabbing hold of his hard dick. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him jacking himself off, as I was licking Evie's slit, just knowing he was loving the sight of my face between her legs.

Evie pulled me up to her, kissed me deeply, and then whispered in my ear, opposite his sight, "I want your pussy."

I rolled off her, wiggling myself out of my pants, trying to kick them off with my feet, as Evie came up next to my body and was lightly kissing my neck. As she lay back down, I leaned over forward across her legs and slipped Walter's hard dick into my mouth. At the same time, I reached down between Evie's legs and was rubbing her pussy under her panties. Listening to them both moan and groan as I was pleasing both of them was wild to say the least.

I bobbed back and forth for a while, sucking his dick, and even though it wasn't a dick I would have chosen to suck on, it was kind of fun giving head again, all while feeling Evie's wet pussy. Evie pulled my hand from her panties and pulled me back toward her. She rammed my face down between her legs, and as I adjusted my torso to be bent over and up on my knees, Walter walked in behind me. He slid my panties down and was rubbing my pussy from behind as I was eating Evie out. When he was good and hard enough, and I was wet enough, I felt his hand slip away. He grabbed my hips, adjusted himself more behind me, and slipped his hard dick inside my pussy.

It had been years since I had been filled with a dick, instead of my toys, so it was rather wild feeling him pumping my pussy while my mouth continued licking and sucking on Eveie's pussy.

Walter was pumping me hard, Evie was moaning, and I was getting my first taste of a threesome, something I had never experienced before, all while I was letting go of fears and concerns and "taking one for the team," so I could be with her like I wanted to.

I could honestly say I was enjoying it. It was different and unique, being filled from behind, while licking lover's pussy. But on the same token, it was rather awkward, unwanted, and felt like a setup. I could hear Walter groaning and breathing heavily. I could feel his dick sliding in and out of me, while his hands rested on my hips, pulling and pushing me as he thrusted in and out. However, fear set in, I didn't want him cumming in me, I didn't want him to lose control and have an "oops" moment. I pulled back from Evie's pussy, looking behind me, making eye contact with Walter and Said, "Don't cum in me, I'm not on birth control."

He seemed to grasp the concept that I could get pregnant, so as I turned to focus back in on Evie, he pulled his dick from inside of me and barked out to Evie, "Eat her pussy." Meaning he wanted Evie to eat me. I rolled over onto my back, as Evie adjusted herself into position, slid down between my legs, and slowly started kissing her way up my inner thighs.

When her warm mouth hit my wide-open, wet slit, I chirped. I lay back watching Walter standing there, hard dick sticking out, watching his wife eating pussy. I could only have imagined what was running through his head. How wild it must have been to see her flat down on her stomach, licking and eating the pussy of a woman who was 25 years younger than both of them. I'm sure he enjoying it very much. Walter walked back around towards me and was slowly stroking himself, watching Evie as she ate me out. Just before I came, he rammed his dick back in my mouth and made me suck it. I wasn't thrilled with it, but I knew we were all here for a reason. I just felt like maybe he should have paid attention to Evie, but I grasped the concept of fucking me. "Payback," Right?

After I came, Evie slid back up face to face with me, we took turns kissing, caressing each other's tits, rubbing each other's clit, and sucking on Walter's dick or stroking him off my hand, while we were still trying to please each other.

It wasn't too long until he was moaning and groaning that he was going to cum, as she was sucking his hard dick. Walter pulled his dick from her mouth and shot his load over both of us. Seeing cum flying in the form of dick was something I hadn't seen in a long time, and now lying her with her slightly on top of me, just slightly off to the side, as it squirted all over both of us was a memory I will never forget.

When he finished cumming, he leaned down, kissed me, then kissed her, then walked off to their bathroom. Evie apologized to me that he had cum all over us, but I wasn't too worried about it. We wiped ourselves off with a corner of the bedspread and just held one another. When Walter exited the bathroom, he walked over to both of us, kissed us both on the forehead, whispered, "I'll leave you two ladies alone for a bit," and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

We both giggled rather quietly that he had left, with such "authoritative presence," and that he didn't push for more, or try to be the conductor of what happened between us next.

Evie and I lay cuddled for a bit, lightly chatting. I had gotten off. Walter had gotten off, but Evie hadn't. Now that we were alone, and the first interlude with all three of us was over, it seemed we both had time to let the nerves and anxiety of this come and pass.

As we lay there, cuddled, naked, warm, and alone, the passion between her and I exploded. Even though I knew we were in her room and alone, there was something creepy knowing he could come back in at any time. But I pushed those thoughts out of my mind after we heard Walter get into the recliner in the front room, and the normal passions and desires between us were finally emerging.

By the time I left, Evie had cum four times, and I had been fingered in my pussy and my ass so hard that I was sore even before I got back into my car to drive home.

I'll tell you all about our time alone in the next chapter.