My wife and I have a few mutual friends that are lesbian, this one in particular used to live down the street from us. Lets call her "T" for the sake of the story. We were in our mid 20s and T was in her early 30s still living the kid free party life. T was short with long brown hair, very fit with nice full C cups and one of the nicest women you would ever meet. My wife is bi-sexual and always had a crush on T but never pulled the moves. T had been with guys before, even in long term relationships but settled on the lesbian side in her late 20s.
T was a loose vegetarian and used to always joke that she craved sex with men when her iron was low. One night we were having a party with a bunch of friends over, the booze was flowing and the music was loud. I had made it a mission to get T and my wife into bed that night, since my wife was too reserved to flirt I decided to take the reigns. Whenever I saw T a little hand on the butt, kiss on the cheek, remind her how beautiful she was, etc.
As the night was getting late and most of the people had left, T stuck around. The last of the crowd had left T and me alone in the kitchen making drinks, I went to give T a hug and this time she responded wrapping her arms around me with a passionate kiss. I grabbed her tight ass, picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me while we made out. Deciding it would come to an abrupt stop if anyone came downstairs, I carried T into the back yard and held her in the air pinned against the house. She must have been low on iron that day. T reached her hand down to feel the hard-on in my pants and I knew it was on.
I set T down, un-buttoned her jeans and pulled them down enough to get my hand in her panties. She was wet and ready to go so we didnt waste much time on foreplay. I laid down on the grass, she jumped on top and rode me for a few passionate minutes while I got to play with her spectacular breasts. T was not on any birth control and I wasn't wearing a condom, we decided to quit while we were ahead and go back into the party.
I told T about my plan to get her with my wife that night, she was into it but everyone ended up drinking way too much by the time we had the opportunity. The next day I told my wife (we had an open relationship with some strict rules around communication) and she was so mad for not being in the kitchen at that moment to join the fun. The thrill of me confirming T's interest in her sparked her flame higher, they had a lot of close calls over the years and kissed a few times but never did the deed. We moved away years later and T went on to marry a wonderful woman.
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