Lesbian It Started at Halloween Party

Saturday evening, I became nervous. Cliff preferred to see me as Gayle, while Lara assumed the invitation was intended to confirm my promotion to a supervisor. I sneaked to the garage and called Cliff. He responded immediately. I explained to him my dilemma and he calmed me, "Gayle, take it easy. You two will show up as Lara and Jerry. At a certain point, if the atmosphere is right, I'll ask you to go to your new room, and dress up as Gayle."

I breathed a sigh of relief and went back to the house to prepare. I shaved, showered, and dressed in clean khakis, a long-sleeved shirt, and sneakers. I looked at my watch. We had 10 minutes before leaving the house.

Lara was getting ready behind the closed door. I raised my voice, reminding her we needed to leave soon. She replied that she'd be out in a minute.

Five minutes later, she opened the door, and her eyes watched for my reaction. She couldn't look any better: Lara's long blonde hair was loose and framed her pretty face perfectly. Her short, tight, red dress was glued to her perfect figure. She was braless, and her breasts bulged upward through her deep cleavage. The 3" heel red shoes emphasized her shapely legs. She was now taller than me by about 4"... My wife appeared gorgeous and very sexy!

I grinned, "Honey, with your look, nobody can resist you. The likelihood Mr. Hoffman will not ask you for a dance is close to 0."

She gave me a radiant smile, and we left.

We hardly talked on the way to my boss's house. In front of his door, the parking area was illuminated adequately. I rang the bell. Mr. Hoffman opened the door wearing an ironed, white, short-sleeved shirt, long chino pants, a tie, and a tuxedo. He looked very handsome in these clothes. I introduced my wife, "This is Lara, my wife, and as you remember, this is our president, Mr. Hoffman."

He ogled her unabashedly and then kissed her tiny palm, saying, "Lara, Jerry mentioned you were pretty, but it was an understatement! Your beauty is breath-taking. Guys, come on inside. Jerry, you can go to the bar and find there anything you like, from beer to various wines, Cognac, and whiskey. Lara, I made a special cocktail for you: It is sweet and somewhat tangy. I've never met a woman who didn't like it."

As I walked toward his large bar, I saw Lara sipping from her glass. She smiled broadly and announced, "Mr. Hoffman, as you said, the taste is amazing."

He looked into her eyes and blurted, "Lara dear, here at home I'd rather be called Cliff. Mr. Hoffman is what they call me at work. By the way, in the bowl you see on the table there is more of the same cocktail. Both of you are welcome to drink from it as much as you wish."

I decided to try the cocktail before choosing something else from the bar. As Cliff said, the alcoholic drink was sweet, yet not too sweet. Lara and I sat on the sofa in the living room, sipped our drink and looked around. I have been in the living room before, and even gave him head on the same sofa, but everything felt differently. The room looked more organized, the lights were dimmer, and soft music was heard in the background.

Cliff poured gin a tonic for himself and refilled Lara's and my glass with his cocktail. He turned to Lara, "Did Jerry tell you I am considering making him the new supervisor?"

She smiled, "Yes, he told me. At work, you know him better than me, but at home he is as good as husbands come: When he returns home from work, he helps with the dishes, fixes every broken mechanical and electrical device, and never denies me anything I want."

He chuckled, "Sounds good to me. And since the Halloween party, I learned he is also a good dancer. Lara, may I dance with you now?"

She grinned at him. He extended his arm and helped her out of the sofa. They started dancing to the slow music. I just sat, chugged my cocktail, and enjoyed the soft music. Cliff was an excellent dancer. He led Lara around, holding her in his strong arms and now and then whispered something in her ear. Her face expressed joy, and each time he was talking to her, she smiled and nodded 'yes.'

About 15 minutes later, I noticed Lara's eyes were closed. Her head leaned on Cliff's broad shoulder and her face looked happy. He gently directed her toward me and said, "Jerry, please, go to your room and be Gayle."

I tried to stand up and was slightly lightheaded. His hand caught me and ensured I was OK. He chuckled, "You may have drunk too much. Take your time when changing into Gayle."

I went to the small room and looked into the selection of clothes Cliff picked for me. Everything was very feminine. I tried a blue dress, but it was too narrow at the waist. I struggled to take it off, feeling dizzy each time I moved too fast. I tried a black dress, but it didn't look good either. I rested for 15 minutes and then wore a padded white bra with a long-sleeved white blouse and a black mini skirt. My legs were not shaved, so I went to Cliff's bathroom, used his foam and razor and meticulously shaved my limbs. I returned to my room, carefully applied makeup, added red lipstick, and then tried on several wigs. I liked the dark one that had Jennifer Aniston's hairstyle. I adjusted it on my head and attempted to walk on my high heels. After a couple of steps, I fell on the rug. I stayed there for about 1 minute and tried again to move. Looking at my watch, I noticed I was away for close to an hour. My head was spinning, but eventually, I managed to slowly walk forward. I arrived at an empty living room, sat down, grabbed my glass, and emptied it.

Several minutes later, Lara and Cliff showed up. Even in my drunken state I could tell it was not expected. Cliff's tux and tie have disappeared, his shirt was unbuttoned, and his fly was unzipped. His exposed cock was at half mast, covered with red stains, and Lara's hand wrapped around it. Lara's hair was disheveled and lipstick smeared all over her face. Her dress was open at the back with her top in the open. Her eye-popping tits jiggled as she hobbled into the room. The bottom part of her dress moved up, and certain fluid was seen running along her left thigh.

I was stunned, while Lara burst in laughter, "Oh, hooney, you look very preetty as a woman. Aare you Gayle again?" I didn't know how to answer.

Cliff stood behind Lara and hugged her tummy, keeping her stable on her legs. Apparently, Lara and I were very drunk. Cliff's hands began moving on her abdomen as he blurted, "Lara, dear, Gayle joined us. I think she wishes to play too."

Lara giggled, "Cliffy, aare you suggesting meeenages a trois?"

His hands reached her tits and softly massaged them, "Yes, honey. Don't you think Gayle would be a good addition?"

"Is she gooing to do whaat I can do?"

"Of course. After all, she is also a pretty woman."

"Caan I watch?"

"Tell you what. Your lips gave me a terrific blow job as I fingered your moist pussy. Your hard nipples and drenched cunt tell me you are very horny. Am I right?"

Lara stuttered, "Yees, I aam."

"So I have a better idea. I'll fuck you, and when we are done, Gayle will lick us both."

Lara looked at me. Cliff turned to me as well and asked, "Gayle darling, you'll do it, don't you?"

What could I say? My promotion was on the line. However, I had to admit to myself that seeing these 2 half naked, following a sexual act and about to perform another before me, turned me on and my penis jolted...

I whispered, "Yes, I will."

Cliff's hand gingerly removed the dress off Lara's shoulders, and she remained in her panties. Her palm squeezed his tumescent organ, which stiffened before my eyes. He lowered her panties, exposing her newly shaved cunt. It was leaking badly.

Lara ogled Cliff's giant cock and mumbled, "I've dreamt aboout such moonster ravaging mee but never felt one iinside my pussy..."

"Well, honey, better late than never."

He positioned himself between her legs and slowly penetrated her vagina. Even in my current under-the-influence state, I could tell her pussy was too narrow for his enormous organ. If she could experience orgasm with my much-smaller member, his would need to significantly dilate her tunnel before enjoying sex with her. For some reason, my lips didn't move and I just watched in horror what was happening.

Cliff advanced very gingerly, stopping every couple of seconds to let her vagina expand further. Her soaked pussy was very helpful. I noticed Lara's eyes were closed and her mouth wide open. Her respiration was shallow and whimpers were frequently heard.

About half his tool was inside her cunt when she shrieked, and her body began shuddering. He progressed slightly faster until his prick was all the way in. He waited a few seconds and then started plowing her pussy at an accelerated pace. Lara began screaming her heart out. Her chest was heaving, and her gorgeous tits bounced wildly.

As his speed increased, his massive palms cupped her breasts and tweaked them savagely. Lara's screams intensified and sounded almost like an animal being slaughtered.

I was concerned about her and considered intervening, but then Cliff bent onto her ear and asked loudly, "Lara, honey, do you wish me to stop?"

Her screams continued, but 20 seconds later, she mumbled, "Noo, please doon't. It feeeels so goood..."

Cliff placed her legs on his massive shoulders, which allowed his pecker to penetrate deeper into her. He rammed mercilessly his beast into her womb for what seemed like forever, and then erupted in her pussy with a howl. After cumming, Cliff slowed down, pulled out of her, and lay on his back.

For the next several moments, my brain was still shocked by the erotic live sex show I just witnessed. Gradually, Lara's breathing returned to normal, and her eyes opened. She looked stunned.

Cliff gazed at me and said, "Gayle, honey, it's your turn now. Please clean Lara and me, so all 3 of us will be part of the wonderful action."

Lara raised her upper body and her eyes followed me as I dove between her thighs and started lapping on the abundant mixture of spunk and her own nectar. My tongue licked, and my lips sucked the thick fluid out of her used pussy. She stared at my mouth like a hawk with expressionless face. When her vulva was clean, I moved to Cliff. With 2 fingers I lifted his shrinking cock and enveloped it with my lips.

Lara's eyes widened when she watched his member disappear into my mouth and gradually reappear as I milked the residual drops from his urethra. The taste was delicious: I liked munching on Lara's nectar, and loved to drink Cliff's discharge. The combination of the 2 was very tasty, too. The fact I was drunk helped me focus on the taste rather than think about the implications of what just happened. When I was done, I lay beside them on the bed and closed my eyes.

Minutes later, Cliff moved out of the bed and said, "Guys, I think all of us drank too much. Driving home is not an option. I suggest you stay the night here, in this room. I'll sleep in the guest room, next door. Then, in the morning, we'll eat breakfast and think what we want to do."

Lara and I didn't shower, brush our teeth, or even undress. We fell asleep almost immediately.

I woke up at 10 am with a nasty headache. Lara was not in bed. I went to the nearest bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked like a female ghost: My wig had shifted and the front part was on the side, my face stained was all over with traces of lipstick and mascara, the clothes wrinkled...

I threw everything to the side and took a long hot shower. In the small closet above the toilet, I found Tylenol, and swallowed 2 tablets. I exited naked and walked back to the room I slept in. As I was looking for clean clothes to wear, I heard laughter outside my window. I peeked and saw Cliff and Lara naked in the outdoor jacuzzi, splashing jets of water at each other. WTF?!...

I sat down on the bed and thought what to do next. It was clear yesterday's promotion-intended party got out of hand in a big way. However, we could blame it on the alcohol. But now, Lara's brain should understand what she was putting herself into. I put my swimsuit on, and went toward the jacuzzi.

Cliff saw me first. He giggled, "Jerry, at last you woke up. Take off the silly swimsuit. After yesterday, there is no need to be shy."

I glanced at Lara. She stood in the jacuzzi with a strange expression on her face. I asked her, "Honey, what is going on?"

She mumbled, "I woke up early, around 8 o'clock. My head hurt. I showered and felt better. As I was returning to the room, Cliff's hand pulled me, saying you were still asleep. I followed him to the kitchen and we had coffee together. I was too embarrassed about what happened last night and sat quietly. He realized the way I felt, approached me, hugged my shoulder, and said, 'Lara, yesterday we enjoyed and crossed a line but nothing serious happened. It was all my fault not noticing you drank too much. I found you very attractive and got the impression you were receptive, so I took advantage of you when you weren't sober. I really apologize. Will you forgive me?' I was too confused but remembered your promotion was on the line, and answered, 'I do. Please, don't do it again.'

"He smiled, 'If we ignore for a moment my non consented behavior, I thought you DID enjoy the activities.' I blushed and admitted that once he started playing with my body, it felt good. Then he suggested we go to the jacuzzi until you woke up. I put on my bikini and entered the bubbly water. He removed his clothes and remained naked, claiming I saw him without clothes already. I watched his glorious penis and remembered last evening's events. My face flushed, and I started feeling horny. For like 5 minutes we chatted, but I noticed him constantly ogling my tits. I reminded him my face was a foot above the area he was looking at.

"His piercing eyes continued glancing at my boobs and he answered, 'I know, but your fantastic breasts wake the beast in me.' I felt I was getting wet down there and attempted to divert the discussion in another direction. I said, 'You have beautiful trees in the yard. Do they have fruit?' He grinned, 'Several of them do. Want to watch?' I said, 'Sure.' 'OK, lady, after you.' I exited the hot water, and he followed me. I reached the first tree and saw mango fruit. I turned to him to say I wished to eat one, and saw his naked body with his monster cock rock hard and pointed to the blue sky. I couldn't take my eyes off it. He saw my eyes and moved closer at a slow pace. I could hear him saying something about the mango tree, but despite my efforts, my eyes kept focusing on his one-of-a-kind organ. He continued talking in a monotonous voice as he grabbed my hand and placed it on his erection.

"My brain screamed it was all wrong, but my hand had a mind of its own, and kept grasping the enormous pole. He hugged me, raised my chin, and kissed me tenderly. I melted in his arms. He led me back to the jacuzzi, unclasped my top, helped me remove the bottom, gently pushed me to face the wall, stood behind me, and shoved his tool into my pussy. I leaned on the jacuzzi edge feeling Cliff's huge thing penetrating my body like a powerful drilling machine. I exploded powerfully. I have no idea how long I was out. I vaguely remember my tits being manhandled roughly and my clitoris on fire. I woke up still leaning on the jacuzzi wall, being held securely in Cliff's strong hands. He whispered in my ear, 'Lara, honey, you are very beautiful. Sex with you was something else. I want you in my life.' I was still dazed after the huge orgasm and didn't answer.

"Gradually, I began comprehending the unusual situation we got into. I could not deny the facts: Your promotion was on the line and bluntly refusing Cliff's demand would be a bad idea. However, I also knew it was an excuse rather than the main reason: Cliff's Greek god body conquered both my mind and my body. Sex with YOU was a compromise I resigned to years ago. Now, after having a MUCH better experience, it will be very difficult to go back to our old life. I returned to the room to discuss the new reality with you, but you were still asleep, so I went back to the jacuzzi and played with Cliff in the water."

She finished and gazed at me. I saw in her eyes that something had changed and mumbled, "Honey, what's next?"

Lara turned to Cliff and waited to hear his opinion. He smiled at me and blurted, "Jerry, as promised, I'll make you a supervisor and increase your salary by 30%. However, as you see, Lara wishes to continue her intimate relationship with me. I want the same thing. On the other hand, I like your excellent oral job, and if I am not mistaken, you crave it as well. So it's up to you. You two can stay married and live in your house as before. I can arrange that, once in a while, one of you will come here and spend time with me. The alternative is for Lara to move to my house, and you, Jerry, join us whenever you feel like it."

Both of them looked at me. I felt like the sky fell on me. What option did I have?...

I said, "I love my wife and prefer to live with her."

Lara glanced at me, then at Cliff, and her eyes turned to me again, "Honey. I love you too. Unfortunately, there is no comparison between sex with you and Cliff. It's not only his enormous size. It's his smell, stamina, and his ability to push all the right buttons to send me to heaven time after time."

I eyed her, knowing I was doomed, and asked in a low tone, "Lara honey. What do YOU want to do?"

"For now, I'll return home, and we'll continue our life as before, except for the sexual part. You are much better with your mouth than with your dicky, so I think that sex between us should consist of you eating my pussy. I'd rather have Cliff's tool pounding my pussy. But you can join us and give oral to both of us before and after our intercourse."

Her words sounded cruel and stung like 1000 bees, but weirdly, I felt my organ begins to harden. I blushed, realizing both of them noticed it. Lara remained silent. Cliff chuckled, "Jerry, I see you like the latest option. I invited Lara to be at my house Tuesday evening. Join her, but don't forget; in my house, I still prefer Gayle over Jerry."​