It’s party season again. Lucky old Kerry gets to go to on loads of nights out with her colleagues, while poor old me, as a work from home self-employed person, get to go on zilch. But I’m not a jealous. She has free rein this time of year and I know she‘ll take advantage. You might ask what do I get from this. I get so so much: I hear all about her adventures the next day. She’s a nursing assistant at the city general hospital, so it’s mainly all girls who go out together. She always comes home smelling of other women’s perfume. Last year she reeked of it. I suppose it can’t be helped, though. Girls do like to embrace each other, dance with each other, and kiss each other good night on the cheeks while hugging each other as if they will be off to the trenches in the morning and will never see each other again. So you can imagine what a delightful mix up of fragrances all this girl-touchy-touchy stuff leaves on her clothes, in her hair, and even on my car seat after she has sat there on the way home. She always promises to phone me when its time to come and pick her up. As she leaves she always says, “I want to be back by midnight,” and that she’ll text when she is ready to be picked up. But it’s usually three in the morning when I’m parked up outside some club waiting for her to emerge. After all that hugging goodnight, as soon as she gets in the car I always inhale deep and imagine all those women all over each other in their drunkenness. Next my hand goes down her panties. As often as not she is seeping her own cum, and after one party last year her cunt was oozing male cum too. Kerry always tells me if she has danced with guys and if they have kissed her. She says it really turns her on to have them lusting after her, says that is why she gets so wet. One time she actually had sex with a guy in a corner of the club. He had asked her to take of her panties in the ladies. When she came back they went to a corner and he slipped it in from behind. No one had a clue. This year my car was off the road due to some idiot rubbing into me. So I couldn’t fetch her which meant she was going to get a taxi home. At midnight I got text from her saying Estelle was letting her stay at her place. A friend of Estelle would pick them up. Now that was interesting because everyone knows Estelle is bi and I wondered if her lift would be a bloke of woman. Me and Kerry had talked about Estelle. Kerry said she thought she might be in with a chance. You see Kerry had never been with another female (all the way, I mean) and it was becoming a bit of an issue with her. She did not go to uni, which I believe is where most girls get the lesbian thing out of their system So, even before she went out she had decided to make a move on Estelle. I’ve only ever seen Estelle once. I thought her bit too voluptuous for my taste, her tits too boisterous, her hips a place where a battalion might vanish. I prefer my women tall and slim, like Kerry, who is five-eleven of willowy, blonde curled, elegance. I suppose Estelle is pretty enough in Spanish kind of way, with her black hair, olive skin, and sultry looks. But god those curves. The next morning, I watched from our bedroom when she climbed out of a cab and sauntered up the garden path in bare feet, heels in hand with her ruined tights half dangling out of her handbag. I let her sleep it off, then in the afternoon I slipped into bed naked and pressed my erection against her soft buttocks and waited for her to wake. She wanted to shower but I said I wanted her with the stink of her night still clinging. She turned to me and said she supposed I wanted to hear all about it. How ever did she know that! So she told me al about her night with Estelle, how she sat by her during the meal and how she might have said something to let her know she was interested in her. Soon after that they danced together, coming together to hold each other. Kerry wanted to kiss her but thought it might not be a good thing to do it in front of colleagues At the end of the night, Estelle’s friend Edward picked them up and ran them to Estelle’s home. Kerry and Estelle snogged all the way home. Kerry says she was really drunk and let Estelle do all the running. Kerry said Estelle put her hand inside her panties and touched rubbed her clit. I was shocked when she said Edward came into the house with them. Turns out he had a thing for lesbians and Estelle said he could watch. It would payment in kind for him coming out at such an ungodly hour to run her home. Was, in fact, why he had turned out at such an ungodly hour. Estelle asked Kerry if that was okay. Kerry said it was okay. Kerry and Estelle naked in bed together with Edward on a stool watching from the corner. At first Kerry and Estelle were under the sheets, just holding each other and kissing. Kerry said that would have been enough, how lovely and sumptuously curved Estelle was, how she felt herself all protected and smothered by her flesh. Then Edward got up and pulled back the sheets and the returned to his seat. can’t blame him, I would have wanted to have seen it all too. Then Estelle was kissing Kerry all over, tits, belly, then between her legs, really going at her cunt, licking like a a crazy women. Kerry said she just lay there, loved being the attention of another woman’s desire. Then Estelle was kneeling over her and lowering herself onto Kerry’s face, rubbing her pussy all over it. As she gyrated her hips into Kerry’s face, she asked if Kerry minded if Edward joined them. Kerry couldn't speak with her mouth full of pussy so Estelle had to raise herself a bit. Kerry said it would be okay if Edward joined in. It was then that Edward came over and pushed his cock into my wife. Just walked over and got between her legs and pushed it into her. She said he felt big and that he fucked her almost violently, which made it hard to really give Estelle’s cunt the attention required. Kerry said they couldn't get enough of her, just kept showering her with attention, kissing, touching. She thinks she sucked Edwards cock while Estelle rubbed his balls. She said it wasn’t as if se had gone down on him, more he had shoved it in her face as he lay there. All she’d done is open her mouth to allow it in. I looked at her hair when she said this and saw it was matted to one side, at the front. I realised it was Edward’s dried cum. I asked her how she felt about having Edward join them. She said she did not give it much thought at the time, just seemed natural “But god!” Wasn't that outrageous . . .” she said to me as we lay there in bed. “I can’t even remember what he looked like. He was gone in the morning.” I asked her how it had been in the morning with Estelle. “It was so weird waking up wrapped around another female. It took me a moment to remember it all. Then I just pulled myself to her and felt her softness. Little by little she woke and we lay there looking into each others eyes. We began to chat and then we were kissing again. This time I was able to give her my full attention and we made proper love for an hour. We parted reluctantly. Estelle had things to do at ten, so we had to get dressed. She called me a cab, even gave me twenty pound note to pay for it as I had no cash -- which made e feel a bit of a whore. Nice of her, though. I‘ll pay her back when I see her.” Then she sat bolt upright in bed and said, “ -- oh god, now I have to work with her. Shit! What was I thinking.” She really had not though the consequences of sex with a colleague through at all. He he. There is so much more detail she told me but I can hardly do it justice.