After college my boyfriend and I moved to the big city for first jobs. He and I had been together since our senior year in high school and we were like an old married couple. At his new job he met a girl, I will call her Rachel, who was also a new grad and they got along. He talked about her and helped her, he got her car fixed, helped where move a dresser into her apartment, they had lunch together. I dismissed it, he had a new friend, or so I thought. I was slow on the uptake, until one night after sex, he lay there and I asked him what was wrong, and he confessed that he had sex with Rachel.

I confess that I was hurt, not surprised, but hurt. I lay there for a while, and then decided to snuggle up and let him decide who he wanted to be with. He made love to me again and we went to sleep.

Several months passed and he and Rachel had the same office friendship, he talked about her every day, and he was always doing things with her, and having sex. I asked him to tell me each time he had sex with her, if he was seeing her I wanted to know every time, and every time I asked him if he enjoyed her. I never asked him if he enjoyed her more than me, I just had sex with him as often as possible. Now I had sex, not just love making, I became inventive and receptive, I wanted him to have sex with me.

For the Christmas party for his office I met Rachel and the three of us hung out. We sat at the same table and Rachel and I talked, we talked like we knew each other, we were old friends, we talked to each other and he roamed the room talking to his other office friends. When he came back to our table I told him his girls wanted to go out to eat and then dancing, that the office party was boring and we wanted to be together. Waiting for the cab, Rachel and I held hands, and when we got in she sat in the middle.

We ate Italian, and then went dancing to this club. We danced together but almost all night it was Rachel and me, dancing together. Every time we walked out to dance, or back to the table we held hands, we sat beside each other in the booth. A slow dance was on, and we were snuggled up tight in the booth and I leaned over to her and asked her if she wanted to go home, we would have him have sex with us and then we would spend the night together. I kissed her lips and begged her with my eyes.

We went home and we got undressed and in bed and we toyed with him, and got him very hard, and we had him make love to us for a bit but didn't let him cum. We kissed each other in front of him while we played with his penis, we sucked our tits and we let him finger us together, we told him to finger us hard and rub out clits, until we say he was way passed the point and I let him get on her and he came.

We slept together and Rachel and I spooned and we kissed. I don't think we made love, but we did kiss and we did wrap ourselves around each other. When we awoke it was daylight, and Rachel and I were alone. He had gone running and we got up and cleaned up and got back in bed and really made out. When he came in and found still in bed, he motioned to me to open my legs and he got undressed and he made love to me. For the fist time in a long time, I longed for him to make love to me.

After several months we all moved in together, and we have some of the most amazing sex and are settling in to a real home. From the moment I met Rachel, to this day, she and I connected, we enjoy being together and we share our moments together, just the two of us. We spend our time with him, we are definitely his girls, but we are also girls with each other. I wanted to meet her just listening to our boyfriend telling me about her, I fell for her before even meeting her when he confessed to me that he was having sex with her, I wanted to meet her, and when I did sparks flew between us. I always knew I had a soft spot for being with a girl, little did I know he was going to bring us together.