Date: Wed, 6 Oct 2010 16:49:17 +0000 From: Martin Muiller Subject: "My ex-wife Selma loves girls ? and I still love Selma" My ex-wife Selma loves girls -- and I still love Selma This story is fictional. Names and discriptions of the people involed however are not. (Yes, my ex wife is really called Selma...) I hope you enjoy this story. It is a little bi-sexual. But mostly lesbian. (at least in the first chapter.) Feedback and "inspirational" pictures are more than welcome at saunafriend@hotmail.com All rights remain with the author. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- When I got divorced from Selma I thought I would never see her again. We had been together since we were in high school, got married at 28 and seperated a year later. It wasn't a bad break up. No screams or anything like that. Sure there were tears on both sides. We knew we still loved each other but Selma had always had a secret passion for girls and had come to the conclusion, that she really wanted to live as a lesbian. I told her, that I was fine with her having sex with girls. Like any man, I wasn't just fine with it. I loved the idea of my beautiful wife licking another girls pussy and having her sweet cunt fingerfucked by a sweet girl. I actually masturbated quite regularly thinking about her having sex with diffent girls and women. My favorite thoughts were of her and my first girlfriend. Sweet Kirsten, 16 years old, small tits with perky nipples, a clean shaven pussy, not an ounce of fat and the biggest brown eyes you could imagine. In my fantasies, Kirsten lay on her back heavily covered with baby oil, glistening in the candle light with my dear wife Selma sliding over her naked body. Her big C-cups carressing Kirstens small A's, and her fingers probing her young lover's pussy and beautiful asshole. I had always wanted to fuck Kirstens ass, but I was never aloud to. In my jerk-off fantasies however, Selma and Kirsten did everything I wanted them to... and they always let me "watch". In my day dreams I stood in the corner of the room, watching the show and jerking off slowly. Not wanting to cum before they lay back exhausted from their lovemaking. But that was just in my head. In reality Selma was really troubled by her desire for girls. She was caught between me and her secret dreams. It really messed with her mind. It wasn't a porno thing, where the guy says: "If you let me join in, you can do what ever you like." It was a real dilemma. We had fights, and tears and we went to councelling. But in the end, it became clear, that I had to let her go and find her way. If she really was a lesbian, I couldn't change that. And in order for her to make sence of her newly found sexual identity I had to give her all the freedom she needed. Since I loved her dearly, I decided to let her go. On on condition however. She was to stay in my life. If not as my wife and lover, then as a friend. We hugged, cried some more and then our new life began. Selma really went on what can only be described as a rollercoaster of lesbian sex. She started by learning the "things to do". She had to figure out, how lesbian sex worked on a basic level. Her best friend Anna, who has been openly bi-sexual for as long as we known her, showed her the ropes, as it were. She showed her how to lick a pussy, and how to caress another woman's breasts. In long nights of pure passion Selma's first lover turned her from a scared and curious novice into a skilled and eager lesbian sex-devil. At that time Selma still lived in my house. She had moved out of our shared bedroom and into the basement appartment we used to keep ready for overnight guests. The situation was strange at first, but we got used to it and for about half a year we lived like that. She in the basement lesbian love nest and me upstairs, sleeping alone in what used to be our bed, masturbating to porno flix I found on the internet. Quite sad, I have to admit. But one night, when I was really horny and couldn't stand it any longer, I crept downstairs and put my ear to the door of her appartment. She was at it again with Anna. I could tell by the sounds coming from inside and from the perfume that Maria wore. Joop Le'Bain! A wonderfully sex scent, that could drive me up the walls and my hand into my pants. I carefully opened the door a little bit. Just wide enough to see, that the hallway was empty and that Selma and Anna were indeed in the bedroom, which was at the far end of the corridor. I silently slid in and closed the door behind me. My heart was racing and I tried to hold my breath as I moved closer to the bedroom door. It wasn't open a little bit. I could see the bed clearly but was able to hide in the shadows in the dark corridor. From my little hideout I watched the most incredible show I have ever seen. It was beautiful! There she was, my lovely ex wife. Dark brown hair tided back in a pony tail, 5 foot 2 inches tall, slender body, cute round ass, firm and big breasts, flat stomach and a nicely shaved pussy. After almost ten years I knew every inch of her beautiful skin. But somehow she looked diffent. More erotic that I had ever seen her. She almost seemed to glow. She was so beautiful and sensual, I could have cried. But at the same time I was happy for her. I could see, that she was happy. Really happy, because she clearly had found her true self. I decided then and there that my decision to set her free was right and that I was truely happy for her. Although, I could almost feel an orgasm coming without even touching myself- just from looking at her- I decided that I would not disturb her for anything in the world. This wasn't a porno movie, where I would walk in and say: "Hi girls, I got something here you need." And walk over to the bed and fuck the two lesbians, who all of a suddend turned into heterosexuals just because I offered them my dick... No this was real life and Selma's live had found new happieness and sexual fulfillment. So I decided to keep quite and limit my parrticipation to watching her enjoy herself with Maria. I know it wasn't nice to spy on her. But I couldn't help it. Selfcontrol only goes so far! I opened my pants and freed my rock hard dick which was already leaking precum. I slowly spread it over my shaft and began stroking my rock. Selma stood with her legs spread wide infront of Anna, who sat on the floor with her back against the foot of the bed. Anna was slowly licking Selmas clit and sliding a finger in and out of Selma's pussy. Selma had her eyes closed and had her head layed back. Her pony tail swinging slowly from side to side carressing her naked back. She had both hands on her own breasts, massaging them and tugging carefully on her erect nipples. Anna was very pretty girl of 24. She had long blond hair and a cute little nose that pointed up a little. Her dark brown eyes were wide open. She looked up at Selma as she licked her tasty little clit; which by this time would have been hard as a rock. That I knew from years of experience. Her juices would be flowing freely by this time; I was sure. I wasn't sure if I imagined it or wother I could see some of her tasty pussy juce on Anna's chin. While she pleasured my ex-wife, Anna let her free hand roam freely over her own slender body. Her fingers found her small breasts and circled her nippels. Then they moved down over her tight tummy down toward her own pussy. Not a single hair on it! I could see she was wet by the reflection of the candle light on her smooth cunt. Selma and Anna had both very tiny pussy lips. "Innies" instead of "Outies". Both cunts looked more like little girl cunnies than like women pussies. All the better! I always preferded the innocent look. Both the women in my basement were anything other than innocent, but both had kept the slightest hint of that little girl aura. In addition to the experience of realy women, who knew their own bodys and knew how to enjoy --and demand -- real sexual pleasure. The mix was incredibly hot! As I kept stoking my cock, I watched the two lovers chance positions. Anna layed down on the bed with her legs spread open. I could see her pussy directly now. Nothing was blocking this magnificant sight. I had to stop jerking off for a second, because I was almost ready to cum, but had no intention of finishing befor these two pretty little things did. Selma crept onto the bed and buried her face deep between Anna's legs. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I had a pretty good idea! What I could see however was her backside. Her ass was ponting straight at my. Her position was so, that her cheeks were slightly spread, so I got the full view of her pussy and ass hole. Both were shining with her juices. She moved her ass with the motions of her head, which was pleasuring Anna. I could see one of Annas hands cupping Selma's right breast. Massaging the firm tit, sending waves of heat through my ex wifes body. She had always loved having her breasts massaged. I let my eyes wander over these to incredibly beautiful women, who were so deeply involved in pushing each other towards climax. My eyes found a mirror on the wall that allowed my a diffent angle of sight. I could see straight into Anna's lap. Selma's toungue worked on her lovers tiny pussy with a fury. From time to time she would suck the hard little clit into her mouth or kiss the entire pussy. Anna's back began to arch at this moment. Her breathing became heavy and her hand grabed Selmas tit so hard that it must have hurt , but my ex wife kept at it. She licked the juicy pussy lips befor her. When Anna came the walls seemed to shake. Her breathing turned into sweet little screams of pleasure. She grabbed both of Selma's tits with so much force that I would have never dared. But Selma didn't seem to mind. She just worked on pushing Anna over the edge and then let her ride from on orgasm to the next. For minutes Anna screamed a the top of her lungs. She burried her face in a pillow trying invane to muffle the noise. Her back arched and fell back down, then arched again and again. Her little nipples pointing straight up. I could feel my own orgasm cumming up. I was surprised to have lasted this long. I kept stroking and stroking my shaft. But then I stopped. This wasn't my sexual adventure. I belonged to my still beloved Selma. I couldn't cum her in the doorway watching her eating her best friend and new found lover's pussy. That would have somehow lessened the beauty of the scene. It woulod have been like intruding on her new freedom. So, as Anna calmed down and curled up in Selmas arms, resting her cheak on her lovers breasts, I slowly and silently moved away from the door. Before I left, I could see Selma fingering her own pussy. I now, she would have her own orgasm soon. I knew how her breathing and moans would sound as the pleasure hit her. I even knew how her pussy juice covered fingers would taste after she finished. I silently closed the door to the basement appartment and climed the stairs up to my bedroom. I left the door open; dropped my pants to my ancles and again resumed stroking my cock like crazy. When my orgasm hit, I aimed the tip of my dick at Selma's old pillow and let the cum sqiurt in heavy loads onto the pink satain where her head used to sleep for almost ten years. To be continued... If you liked the story, I would really like to hear from you. Please sent me an email to saunafriend@hotmail.com I would really appreciate pictures of you maturbating to this story. Man or women, I love both... Who doesn't?