I spend the entire day before our play date with Susan doing nothing but scouring our house. I clean and scrub and bleach and sweep and mop. I put on the new bedsheets and arrange everything in the bedroom for easy access.

The whole place smells like a hospital, which really turns Jane on when she arrives home (seriously, she’s totally demented). She is very nervous about Susan’s visit and starts getting ready while I head to the grocery to get food for dinner.

I pick out three nice steaks, a side dish and some pre-dinner snacks before heading home to get ready myself. I have about an hour before she arrives and Jane is flying around the house like a woman possessed trying to get everything set up and also do her hair and makeup.

I finally kick her out of the bathroom so I can get ready. I rinse the smell of bleach and Formula 409 off my body and am able to reflect on the approaching scene while in the shower.

This is really going to happen! It’s been a lot of work wooing this chick, but I’ll be damned if this isn’t the perfect scenario.

The MILFs are having a party at Rachel’s house two doors down, so Jane is forced to make an appearance. We know that if she doesn’t they will hound her all night long until she does, so she goes over a few minutes before Susan is scheduled to arrive.

The appointed hour arrives and Susan is running a couple of minutes late. After a short delay (giving me time to smoke some weed and have a cocktail), she arrives and is looking great. I invite her in, take her coat and we exchange pleasantries. I grab her a beer, give her a quick tour of our humble abode and, soon enough, Jane has made her escape from the MILFs and returns to warmly greet Susan.

You may remember that Susan is married to an older guy who lets her play since he can’t really keep up with her libido. She calls him to check in and let him know she’s in good hands.

And believe me, she is.

We continue drinking and shooting the shit and the girls are really starting to bond. They have a lot in common and they hadn’t really had too much of a chance to chat since I tend to hog the computer most nights.

I decide it’s time to start dinner, so I fire up the grill and throw on the steaks. I pop in and out to get the side dish prepared and to make sure I’m not going to miss it if they start making out in our living room.

Yeah, that would be hot.

Unfortunately, the girls are able to keep their pants on and we sit down to eat. Susan brought a bottle of wine and it is and excellent compliment to the steaks.

I retire to my office for an after dinner smoke while the girls continue chatting in the living room. After my cigarette, I come out and ask if Susan would like to get high, because Jane and I were going to. She agrees and we pack up a pipe and start smoking.

After a few minutes of smoking and chatting and laughing together, we are definitely starting to feel the effects of the pot. Susan gets up to use the bathroom and I prod Jane to kiss her when she gets back. Jane is feeling a little shy and I kick her in the ass.

“Just lay one on her, baby. You know you want to,” I tease, knowing she can’t resist the dare.

Susan returns from the bathroom and Jane stands up, walks over to her and says, “I have been wanting to do this since we met.”

Jane kisses Susan very softly on the lips and it turns into a very passionate, slow, wet kiss. I lean over so I can get a good angle. I wish I had a camera, but I have a feeling this moment will be etched in my memory for a long time.

See Jane kiss a girl.

Kiss, Jane! Kiss!

If you’ve never watched your wife make out with another chick, I highly recommend it. It was mind-bogglingly sexy and they were both obviously enjoying themselves. After they finish, I walk over and kiss Susan too.

“Her kiss was better,” Susan says, mocking me.

“Must be the goatee,” I reply, “That and Jane is a really good kisser.”

“Yes she is. I can’t wait to see what that tongue can do other places,” coos Susan, visibly aroused by all of this.

This has really gotten the ball rolling. After a little more make-out and touchy-feely time, the girls indicate that they want to go to the bedroom and get things started.

My brain is whirring at a million miles an hour.

This is really happening!

Fucker – stop thinking! That only gets you into trouble.

I sit down and have another cigarette. I need to focus here. Our fantasy is about to become reality, though I really think I’ve had been imagining it little longer than Jane.

Yeah, since I was about twelve and saw it in a porno.

I tell them to go ahead. I’ll join them momentarily.

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