A Man Has A Wife, The Wife Wants A Girl, He Takes The Girl From Her
I accepted a job after interviewing on campus, it required me to relocate. My boss was a woman, married with two girls. She had them early before she found out where they came from, so 13 and 12, Irish twin girls. I walked into my job, with a built in mother, or big sister. For Thanksgiving she invited me to spend the holiday with her family, at their lake house.
The cabin had two bedrooms, one bath. Very tight quarters. The girls had no shame, walked to and from the bathroom in nothing but their birthday suit. The mother, my boss, liked being topless. The husband didn't close the door when he peed. I slept on the couch and her him growl at her, and her whimpering back at him. I kept my upbringing, I didn't go topless, and certainly didn't walk around naked.
On Friday night after a day of hiking in the woods, my boss offered to give me a massage, on the floor of the den in front of the television. She wanted to take my top off, get a titty rub. It was embarrassing, her husband walked in to talk to her. I got a massage of my naked glutes, and a rub down of my intimate parts. I had her boobs swing over me, her nipples touching my face, while her hands massaged my pecs.
After dinner both girls sat topless, with their Dad watching a movie. My boss took me into her bedroom, and we talked about boys and girls, and when one girl likes another girl. She kissed snd caressed me, telling me her husband wasn't demanding, as long as she was with a girl. By the time the movie was over, I had been transported to orgasm city, I was in bed with her when he undressed and got in bed with us. She held me with her hands covering my boobs and told him he was sleeping on the couch that night.
I heard him use the bathroom, it was after midnight. He came to the bed and pulled me away from her. In a couple of minutes he was in me, while his wife slept through it. I didn't orgasm I was to uptight for it. After he took care of his business he went back to the couch in the den.
The holiday that year was my first exposure to sharing. A man shared his wife with me, and his wife shared me with him. It's a lifestyle, they each get a piece of me, and my boss stays happy.
