| I had been
feeling lonely lately, but that changed when I met Carol at my gym. I had seen Carol at the gym before. She was
committed to fitness like me and had a toned body and I thought she was very attractive - long legs, long hair, and very pretty eyes. She is also
African-American and being of Japanese origin I was always curious about these women. She always seemed to be leaving
the gym when I got there, so one day I got there a little early so I could
try and start a conversation with her. I
started working out on a treadmill opposite her. "Friends" was on TV and I started talking to her about it. I found out we both loved the season finale where Chandler got married. Soon we were talking about marriage and I was heartbroken to learn that she was married, but happy at the same time because, from the
small details that she gave about her husband in the conversation, he sounded really nice.
We continued our conversation back into the
gym's locker
room. My clothes were soaked in sweat and so were hers. As we were talking about playing tennis together I pulled my
tank top over my head and peeled my sports bra off. I glanced over at Carol while she was talking and saw her do the same. Finally I got to see that firm body of hers when she took her
sports bra off - I had never actually looked at a black woman so close and soon found myself staring at her. My
Lycra stretch pants were especially hard to get off tonight, but when I got them off, I heard Carol say "Hey we're twins!" I turned around to see that we were wearing identical
thong
underwear, a yellow pair with white daisies on the waistband.
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She started telling me how she never wore
thongs until she met her future husband and he pleaded with her to try them, because he thought they would look really good on her
toned
buns. At this point I could see the other women in the changing room were listening to her juicy story. She said that these days they don't get him as excited any more, even though she always wears
them. "The only thing that seems to excite him is the thought of having another woman with us." Now this really caught my attention - was she trying to ask me if I was into
something hanky-panky? She went on to say that she experimented with women in college and it interested her some, but she would feel embarrassed trying to
find the right woman to share her husband with. Not knowing what to say I said, "That would be one lucky girl!"
We continued talking out to the parking lot and she suggested that we get together sometime, maybe at her house, because her husband is an excellent chef. Of course I accepted her offer. I was happy that I made a new friend and I could possibly net a fabulous experience out of it.
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When I arrived at her house the next night I met her husband James, who was African-American, just like her. He was very handsome, a well built man with a trimmed beard and very short hair. Their house was situated in a new development outside the city, near a lake, and since it was such a nice evening, they suggested we eat outside. James had prepared quite a meal - garlic
mashed
potatoes, roasted chicken,
crab cakes, and a wonderful miso
soup as an appetizer. James was just as charming as Carol had described him and he told stories about how they first met in college, and how he proposed to her while at a football game. At the football game, the announcer said, "The person in seat G45 has won a chance to answer a trivia question." Carol was of course in that seat and
stood up awaiting her question on the video screen which read: "Carol, will you marry me?" She of course said yes and the rest is history.
 After dinner we started drinking wine
(Which
wine should I buy?) and I was telling them about the follies of my love life. They laughed at my jokes about it and I thought I needed to bring up the issue of intimacy myself if I wanted to be in it. As we chatted, I subtly commented, "Sometimes
only a woman can please another
one." This startled Carol and her husband, as they looked at each other and slyly smiled. James said, "Well we have wondered about that ourselves. We have been curious about what it would be like to
share our bed with another
woman." I turned to Carol and said with coy, "That would be one lucky girl!"
After finishing off the bottle of wine and saying goodbye to James, Carol walked me out to my car, thanking me for the great evening. Before I opened my car door, Carol turned me around and
planted a kiss on me, holding me close to her. "That sure would be a lucky girl!" she said. "Let me know if you would like to be her."
As I drove away from their house, I started getting very excited. As I walked through my front door, I could feel the tension in my whole body. I let my dress fall to my bedroom floor and thought about an adventure with Carol and James. As soon as I finished I called Carol and said, "How's tomorrow night?" All she said was, "It's a date, lucky girl!"Continued: Date with the new
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