Loading...Janice heard his footsteps before the telltale shadow in the hallway signaled his approach. She unconsciously tugged at the covers to pull them up to her neck, placing her book on her chest to hold the covers in place. She peered over the top of the book to see if he would enter the bedroom.
Eric came through the door but never made eye contact with his wife. As he began to undress, Janice marked her place in the book and turned to place it on the bedside table. She lay on her side, her back facing the nearly naked man.
Eric flicked off the light and crawled under the covers. Janice knew the next fifteen minutes would determine whether he’d do it or not. She clenched her eyes shut as if that would keep him away. Her knees were pulled up nearly to her stomach.
At first they lay together in the darkness without movement. Then Janice felt him rolling, followed by a touch of his hand on her hip. This wasn’t always a foreshadowing of what would come next, but her heart sank at the possibility.
She wore her normal lightweight nightshirt with panties underneath. Eric’s hand pulled up the nightshirt until he felt her bare skin. Then his hand slid down onto her stomach. Janice wondered if he could sense her muscles tightening. This was how he always started. Always.
When Eric began to raise his hand toward her breasts, she wanted to speak. She wanted to stop him. But she couldn’t form the words; she couldn’t make herself say it. Still, the words screamed inside her.
There would be nothing said. There was never anything said.
Eric found her breast. He squeezed it, played with the nipple and compressed the tit against his wife’s chest. She never moved; never made a sound. As he continued to play with the breast, Eric pushed his body against Janice’s. She felt his cock touch her ass. He wore boxers, but the hardness of the cock was obvious.
She could stop this, but what were the consequences? Eighteen years of marriage hung in the balance, Janice believed. She knew him. If she made him stop there would be anger, blame and confrontation. Maybe not tonight, but tomorrow and the next day. There’d be yelling and accusations.
Janice didn’t know this from experience. She had never stopped him. But she knew.
Eric pulled up her nightshirt underneath the covers. It rested above her breasts now. He pulled the covers down until her shoulders were bare and then her chest. He put his hand on her exposed breast and pulled a little harder, at the same time beginning to roll onto her.
Janice sighed and rolled onto her back.
His mouth instantly covered the tip of the breast closest to him. He licked the nipple and then took more of her into his mouth. He pushed up the nightshirt until it was completely out of the way, nearly around Janice’s neck.
She got no satisfaction from his actions. In her books the women moaned and writhed on the bed when men played with their breasts. Janice felt nothing inside.
Eric’s hand slid inside her panties. He would play with her clit for a minute, then he’d put a finger inside her vagina. Janice would be slightly wet, an involuntary reaction that she would appreciate in another couple minutes.
He was on top of her, taking off her panties. She allowed it to happen. She bent her legs in whatever direction was necessary for it to happen. And then she waited as he took off his boxers.
Janice could only barely make out the details of his body in the darkness. Nothing about him was discernable in great detail. He was simply a shape; another being in the same room as her.
Eric lowered himself onto his wife, rubbing his erect cock over her pussy. She spread her legs for him, willing to do anything to speed up the process. Tension took control of her body, brought on by the distinct possibility that this would hurt. It didn’t always, but in recent months her body didn’t consistently provide the lubrication it used to.
Janice felt the tip of Eric’s cock at the entrance to her vagina. She held her breath. Eric pushed and Janice’s tiny hole began to spread. She shifted until finding the most comfortable angle.
He was inside her. It was a relatively painless night and she was grateful. Now all she had to do was wait patiently.
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Janice Woodruff was a forty one year old mother of two. Her kids were her life. She liked her job as a sales rep, but it didn’t consume her. She always made time for the kids’ after-school activities and summertime programs. All the while, she tried to avoid the label of soccer mom. She had her own hobbies, like golf, which she fit into her schedule as regularly as possible.
Men weren’t waiting in line for a chance to have an affair with her. But that was more because of her actions than her looks. Despite her cute face and sensuously curved body, she never flirted with the soccer dads or her golfing partners. Her clothing was conservative and rarely revealing.
It was very possible that Janice Woodruff was about to dissolve into oblivion if something didn’t change. This fact was not lost on the intelligent, self-aware woman herself. In the year following her fortieth birthday she had considered her place in life and especially her relationship with her husband. She knew it was likely he didn’t notice any change in her. In fact, it would have shocked her if he had.
Eric seemed to be in a world of his own, with Janice simply a fixture. Whether she came or went didn’t seem to matter. Of course, some of this was her own fault. But she was not into rocking the boat.
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On a warm summer day, Janice found herself sitting in the clubhouse having lunch after a round of golf with her best friend Lisa.
“You played great today,” Lisa said between bites of her grilled cheese sandwich. “Were you taking your frustrations out on the golf ball?”
“What frustrations?” Janice asked.
Lisa laughed. “That’s right. You get sex three times a week. You’re the least frustrated person I know.”
Janice looked at her friend to see if she was kidding. “Don’t remind me.”
“I swear, Jan. You’re the only woman I know who complains about too much sex.”
“It’s not the amount of sex,” Janice confided. “It’s the sex.”
“There’s no such thing as bad sex,” Lisa said.
“You haven’t been with Eric.”
This time they both laughed, having held this same conversation many times in the recent past. Janice was able to tell Lisa almost everything, knowing it would be kept confidential and be treated with the concern it deserved.
“No, I haven’t. Are you offering him to me?” Lisa said playfully.
“I wouldn’t do that to my best friend.”
Lisa was about to change the subject when she noticed Janice watching somebody on the other side of the room. She glanced over and saw the woman her friend was inspecting. It was Mary Pickens, a new member of the women’s league, and perhaps the most attractive. Mary wasn’t pretty like a model, just perfectly built with perfect hair and a perfect face. She was about their same age but clearly hadn’t aged the same.
“That’s Mary. Have you met her?” Lisa asked.
Janice turned as if caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing. “Ah, no. Have you?”
“Yeah. We golfed together last week. She’s really good.”
“I could have guessed.” Janice’s sarcastic tone made Lisa smile.
Mary at least dressed like a good golfer with her wrinkle-free skirt and sleeveless top. Her tan was not a golfer’s tan. Janice guessed this was a stay-at-home trophy wife.
“Want to meet her?” Lisa offered.
“You make it sound like you’re setting us up,” Janice said, poking her fork at what was left of her salad.
“I didn’t think you were into women. I just wondered if you wanted to get to know her.”
“I’m not. And sure, I always like to meet the new members,” Janice said, her eyes still locked in on the tall beauty.
They waited for Mary to get her food and begin to look for a table. When they were certain she was alone, Lisa raised her arm in the air.
“Mary,” she yelled out. When the woman saw them, Lisa waved for her to join them.
“Hey, Lisa. Nice to see you again,” Mary said when she got to the table.
“Want to join us?” Lisa asked.
“Sure.” Mary placed her plate of cold cuts, cheese and fruit on the table, then sat down.
“Mary, this is my friend Janice.”
The women shook hands. Up close, Mary was even more striking. She had a mature loveliness that showed no signs of artificial help. She had just enough flaws—minor ones at that—to indicate everything about her was natural.
“Hi, Janice. I’m glad you’re here. Lisa talked about you last week and said we needed to meet,” Mary said with a smile.
“I won’t even ask what she said about me. Don’t believe most of it.”
“She said you were a very good golfer.”
“Funny. She said the same thing about you,” Janice said. “My scores lately certainly don’t show it.”
“It’s a tough course. We need to all play a round together so you can give me your local knowledge,” Mary suggested.
“We will,” Lisa said.
During the remainder of the conversation, Janice learned that Mary was married to the owner of a small, but growing, company. So Janice’s initial impression of a trophy wife was partly correct. Mary did, however, also work as a self-employed interior designer. They had no children and loved to travel, thus the superb tan.
Janice eventually came to the conclusion that Mary was that rare combination of brains, wit and looks. If only she was a guy, Janice thought to herself.
They agreed to get together in the near future. It was the type of promise that never got fulfilled, except that Lisa said she would arrange it. Janice had learned in the past that when Lisa made a promise, it was kept.
Sure enough, a week and a half later the three of them were teeing off together on an overcast, threatening day. Janice was never real good at spontaneously making friends. She normally had to know somebody, and trust them, for a long time before considering them a friend and talking to them much. But Mary was so easy to get along with, and so energetic, that Janice immediately felt comfortable around her.
On the fourteenth hole, the heavens opened up and it began to pour. They were about as far from the clubhouse as you could get on the course and didn’t want to risk riding back in their golf carts in the lightning.
“Over there,” Mary said, pointing to a shelter on the edge of the woods. “Let’s go!”
They were under cover in less than a minute. Mary, apparently always prepared for everything, pulled a dry towel out of her bag and the three women huddled in the small, but dry, space next to a pop machine. Mary offered the towel to her friends, who dried off quickly and handed the towel back to its owner.
Janice watched as Mary ran the towel over her tan arms and legs. “Don’t look,” the woman said, turning her back to Janice and Lisa.
They couldn’t help but see, in the confined space, that she was using the towel to dry herself off under her shirt. When she was done, Mary fluffed her hair and tucked her shirt back into her shorts.
“Much better,” she said. “Let’s hope we’re not here long.”
“At least we can drink,” Lisa said, leaning on the pop machine.
“Any wine in there?” Mary asked.
“It’s bring your own,” Janice said.
Just then a huge bolt of lightning struck nearby and all three women jumped. Instinctively, they huddled a little closer for the rest of the brief storm. Janice felt strangely at ease amid her girlfriends. It troubled her, however, when she wondered to herself why she never felt that way at home.
During the course of the long day, Mary agreed to provide Janice with a ‘no obligation free consultation’ whenever Janice had time to invite her over. Of everything that happened that day, Mary’s offer was the best. Janice had been unhappy with the overall appearance of her house for a couple years, but never thought she could afford to have an expert come in and do something about it. Now the opportunity was there, and Janice jumped at it.
Janice called Mary the next day and they agreed to meet the following week on a day Janice knew she could get off. Eric argued, of course, that it would be too expensive or they would end up with some ‘wild, exotic design’ that neither of them liked. Janice assured him they were not committed to hiring Mary, but deep down Janice really wanted it to happen. Hopefully, the cost wouldn’t be exorbitant.
On the day of the appointment, Janice had the house looking immaculate, or at least as close to it as she could get with two kids. She was oddly anxious about having Mary over; despite the time they had spent together. It was one thing being in a social setting like the golf course and quite another to be alone with her. Janice knew how to handle her insecurities at work, but not so well at home.
Mary arrived right on time. She carried several bundles of samples and Janice helped her get everything onto the dining room table. Janice smiled to herself at the expensive outfit Mary wore, including a beautiful silk blouse that clung perfectly to her body. ‘Always the professional,’ Janice thought to herself. ‘Wonder if she’s ever laid back?’
“Whew,” Mary exclaimed when the last item was on the table. “This job can be a workout.”
“I bet,” Janice said. “How about something to drink?”
“No, thanks. I’m fine. Are you ready to get started?”
Janice was a little disappointed they wouldn’t have time to talk a little, but since Mary was donating her time, she didn’t want to push it. “OK. Tell me what you need?”
“Let’s take a tour first.”
Janice guided Mary through every room in the house, but assured the designer that if Janice wanted to make any changes, it would primarily be to the downstairs, which contained the major living areas of the house. It took close to half an hour for the two of them to see everything, talk about color and wall coverings, and make their way back to the dining room.
Mary opened up the design materials she had brought and showed Janice as many options as she thought were appropriate for Janice’s conservative taste…and price range. Janice told her she’d think about it, discuss it with Eric, and get back to her.
Finally, after an hour and a half, the women decided to sit in the family room and talk about anything not related to house remodeling. The conversation centered around the one thing they had in common—golfing.
“I really enjoy being around all the people at the club,” Mary said.
“With all the people you meet doing your designing and all the people you must meet through your husband, I wouldn’t think you needed many more friends,” Janice said.
“My life’s not quite as exciting as you make it sound.” Mary paused and looked down at the floor for a second. “It can get lonely.”
“Really?” Janice said with surprise in her voice.
There was an awkward silence before Mary continued. “Oh, don’t get me wrong. I love what I do, but all the girls at the golf course make me feel so…welcome.”
“They’re a good group,” Janice said. “I bet a lot of them would love to have you work on their houses.”
“I didn’t join just to drum up business. I wanted to make friends, like you. Sometimes…,” Mary began to say, “Sometimes I feel like I’m isolated.”
Janice didn’t like the direction the discussion was taking, but she didn’t want to seem callous, either. “Isolated?”
Mary fidgeted with the collar of her blouse. “Oh, it’s nothing, really. It’s just, well, my husband is gone so much and without kids…”
“Well, I’m always here if you need somebody,” Janice said, afraid she sounded too much like a soap opera character. She honestly didn’t know what else to say, as counseling was not her strong point.
“Thanks,” Mary said. “I don’t mean to sound negative. I’m very lucky to have what I have. Some things you just can’t buy.”
Janice certainly understood THAT. Also, she felt comforted by the fact that Mary—somebody she had been viewing as having no apparent faults—wasn’t that much different than herself. But it was too early to tell the extent of the woman’s unhappiness.
“That’s true. Money can’t reduce the feeling of isolation and loneliness,” Janice said.
Mary gave her friend a knowing glance of appreciation.
“Listen,” Janice said cheerfully to change the tone. “Do you want to have lunch one day next week? Nothing fancy. We don’t have to talk about decorating or anything. Just a social visit.”
Mary beamed. “I’d love to. At my place, OK?”
“Sure. Oh, and one other thing.” Janice paused with a serious look on her face. “Wear something casual. You’re way too formal.”
Mary laughed. “Well, OK. I’ll try.”
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Both women actually looked forward to the lunch meeting. Mary really liked Janice’s down-to-earth style. So many women she met through her husband’s job or her own interior design work were artificial and phony. Janice never seemed to be putting on a show of any type. It was very refreshing.
Janice always had a facilitating side to her that sought out people in need. Mary certainly didn’t need help financially, but her inner sadness was starting to show the more the women were together. Even on the golf course, Mary occasionally said something to Janice and Lisa that implied a need for…something. Janice wanted to find out what it was.
Even though Janice had never been to Mary’s house, she had no doubt it was huge and beautiful inside. She was right. From the moment Mary opened the door to let her in until they were standing in the ornate kitchen, Janice did nothing but turn her head in every direction, trying to take it all in.
“Wow. You did a great job with this,” Janice said. “I love it.”
“Thanks. It’s never a good idea to be an interior designer and live in a shack.”
It seemed to Janice that Mary was in an exceptionally good mood. She hoped her idea of the informal get together was going to be a good one. And she noticed Mary’s attire, as well.
“So, you CAN be casual,” Janice said, motioning towards Mary’s t-shirt and denim shorts.
“Just for you,” Mary said.
“You look great.”
“Thanks. Let’s go sit out on the porch,” Mary suggested, leading the way through a large sliding glass door.
They settled into lounge chairs under an awning that extended out from the house. Now that they were in the daylight it became apparent to Janice that Mary didn’t have a bra on under her light t-shirt. ‘She really took my casual remark to heart,’ Janice thought. ‘Good for her.’
Janice convinced herself she’d go braless too if she had Mary’s body. With her legs stretched out and the outline of her firm breasts evident under the shirt, Mary was very striking. Her short hair was styled in such a way that it looked natural whether it was windblown or if every hair was in place.
The women chatted and laughed for an hour before Mary asked if it was time to eat. Janice gladly helped get everything ready and they ate on the porch. It was the best time either of them had had in ages.
When they were done, the cleanup of paper plates and cups began. Mary followed Janice back into the house. Once the trash was put away, Mary said, “Thanks for making this such a fun day, Janice.”
Janice was facing her friend in the kitchen. “Thanks for inviting me over.”
“I don’t feel so lonely when you’re here. You don’t know how good that feels,” Mary said.
“I might,” Janice said, looking into Mary’s bright blue eyes.
Mary stepped forward. Their bodies touched and Janice unconsciously leaned back until her ass hit the countertop. Mary put her hand on the side of Janice’s face and Janice made no effort to remove it.
Then Mary lightly kissed Janice on the lips. It only lasted a second or two.
“Have you ever kissed a woman before?” Mary asked to break the silence.
“No.”
“Me neither,” Mary said.
“Do it again,” Janice requested.
Mary smiled at Janice’s appeal and repeated the kiss, letting it last a couple seconds longer.
“It’s nice,” Janice said in a whisper. “At least, from you it is.”
Mary leaned forward and began a harder, more passionate kiss. The women’s tongues met as they turned their heads to prolong it. They were hesitant to touch each other, despite yearnings in both of them to do just that.
When Mary broke off the kiss, Janice opened her eyes and let out a long, deep sigh. “That’s really…um…”
“Good?” Mary answered for her.
“Yeah.”
Mary pressed against Janice’s body again. “So you’ve never made love to a woman?”
“No.”
“Do you want to?” Mary asked.
“With you? Yes,” Janice said softly. “Will you teach me?”
“I’ve never done it,” Mary admitted. “But I’d like us to learn together.”
They kissed again while they thought about what was happening.
“Can we go slow?” Janice said.
“Anything you want.”
Mary took Janice’s hand and led her down a hallway into a large bedroom. When Mary closed the door behind them, Janice could feel her heart rate double in speed. She couldn’t believe it was happening this quick. She was afraid she wouldn’t know what to do. But she knew she wanted to try.
Mary walked up to Janice and put her arms around her. “Tell me if you want to stop.”
Janice nodded, too nervous to speak. Mary slid her hands inside Janice’s shirt and caressed the soft skin of Janice’s lower back. Then she gently lifted the shirt, waited for Janice to raise her arms, and pulled the shirt off.
Mary admired the breasts inside Janice’s thin bra. The nipples were prominent, straining against the fabric. Mary touched them.
“Take off your bra, Janice.”
There was no hesitancy in Janice’s actions. An act she never before would have considered now seemed the right thing to do. In fact, she was nervous in her desire to get it done. She fumbled with the clasp momentarily, then finally began to remove the bra.
Mary just watched as Janice revealed her firm breasts. She lightly touched them and kissed Janice. When Mary squeezed the erect nipples, she felt Janice’s body tighten up and the kiss become a little more intense.
“Does your husband play with your breasts?” Mary whispered.
“Not like that.”
“Do you like it?” Mary asked.
“Yes.” Janice sighed as Mary gripped both breasts with her full hands.
“Can I lick them?”
“Yes. Please.”
Mary leaned down and slowly ran her tongue over a single nipple, and then the other. Janice’s eyes were closed, too absorbed in the incredible sensation to watch. Soon, Mary had her mouth around a good portion of Janice’s left breast. She sucked on it intensely, jabbing at the nipple with her tongue.
Janice was overcome with the feeling. She clutched at Mary’s shirt and pulled it up. Mary backed off just long enough for Janice to remove the shirt and throw it aside. Then she was back at Janice’s chest and Janice was roughly kneading Mary’s bare breasts. They were both beginning to moan, lust taking over all of their thoughts.
“Mary, please let me taste you,” Janice begged.
Mary smiled and eagerly let her new lover enjoy the same pleasures she had just experienced. Janice licked and sucked Mary’s tits despite a complete lack of understanding of what Mary wanted. She could feel Mary respond with hardening nipples and could hear her low moans, but still felt insecure.
Janice looked up at Mary. “I’m not sure what you want…what you like. Tell me, OK?”
Mary giggled. “Janice, I’m as new at this as you are. I could live with what you were doing the rest of the day. But right now I’d like to get you naked.”
Janice didn’t have to respond. Mary was already beginning to take off Janice’s shorts. In just seconds they were gone and Mary was standing in front of Janice with her hands on Janice’s hips.
Mary glanced up and down. “You have a beautiful body.”
In all her married years, Janice had never heard those words. A quiver shot through her like a lightning bolt. She tried to resist the tear that was forming in her eye. Luckily, Mary was leaning down again, this time to take off Janice’s panties.
Janice had been naked in front of other women before. But never in this setting and never with the same feelings running through her. She wanted to be beautiful for Mary. She wanted to be loved.
As Mary looked at Janice’s naked body, Janice reached for Mary’s shorts. Janice’s hands were shaking by the time she had Mary’s panties off. She stood up again and the two women just admired each other. Then Mary stepped forward and began kissing Janice. They were soon in their tightest embrace yet.
Hands were everywhere, clutching at the cool skin of bare asses and frantically rubbing responsive nipples. The kiss lingered seemingly forever.
“Mary, I want to make you happy,” Janice said softly, her head pressed against the hair over Mary’s ear.
“You already have.”
“No. I mean I want to satisfy you, like your husband can’t,” Janice said.
“Can we go slow? Will you hold me and kiss me and tease me until I beg you?”
Janice couldn’t believe that she was hearing in Mary’s words exactly what she herself had been missing and needing. “Whatever you want. I’ll do it.”
They climbed onto Mary’s bed. It was awkward at first. The touching of bare skin against bare skin was still new enough to them that it was almost unnatural. However, both of them knew why they were there and soon the bodies were back together.
Neither was the aggressor at first. They kissed and hugged and rolled equally. But as they got perilously close to the edge of the bed, Janice was on top. At first she was half on and half off Mary’s body. Then she slid completely on top and mischievously rubbed her erect nipples across Mary’s breasts as they kissed.
“Ummm, that’s nice. I want them in my mouth,” Mary said.
Janice gladly leaned up so Mary could wrap her lips around her breast. The harder Mary sucked the wetter Janice got. ‘When was the last time foreplay made me wet?’ she thought.
She quit thinking about it when Mary bit her nipple playfully.
“Hey! Quit it! You’re going to make me cum,” Janice said.
“I hope so.”
“Let’s see how YOU like it,” Janice said, dropping her mouth onto Mary’s breast and nibbling at the pink tip. Mary responded by wrapping her legs firmly around Janice’s waist. It was a new and exciting feeling for Janice, who could sense the lust building up deep inside her body. She attacked both of Mary’s breasts and earned loud moans of approval in return.
Nothing in Janice’s life prepared her for what would happen next. She would rely on her own instincts and whatever Mary told her to do. She started by licking her way down Mary’s body until reaching the navel. She licked a circle around it and then proceeded farther down. Mary had unwrapped her legs and was now starting to spread them in hope that Janice would keep going.
Janice would have kept going if panic hadn’t set in. She realized she was about to put her head between the legs of another woman for the first time. Would she do it right? Would she like it? Fear gripped her, but so did lust.
“It’s OK, Janice. Please don’t stop.”
Mary’s words were all Janice needed to travel the final few inches. Her face was just inches above the neatly shaven area on either side of Mary’s pussy. A small amount of fine hair extended above the clit. Janice put her hands on the underside of Mary’s thighs and lowered her head.
The first lick wasn’t aimed at anything in particular. Janice just wanted to make contact and decide where to go after that. The sweet, warm essence of Mary’s body filled Janice’s nose and mouth. It was much nicer than she could have imagined—and she wanted more.
Janice moved up until her tongue was gliding across Mary’s engorged clit. Janice heard Mary moan and felt her body stiffen. Mary lifted her ass off the bed and Janice slid her hands underneath. When Mary settled back down, Janice gripped her ass a little tighter and licked her clit a little faster.
“Mmmmmm, yes. That is SO good,” Mary sighed.
Janice was encouraged by her friend’s reaction and she spent the next several minutes licking the area around Mary’s clit. With some of her fears allayed and her confidence building, Janice wandered a little lower and tasted the juices beginning to flow from Mary’s pussy. She used her tongue to probe the inside of Mary’s opening, trying to imagine what it must feel like. Hopefully, she wouldn’t have to wait long to find out herself.
Mary squirmed on the bed while her pussy was under attack by Janice’s lips and tongue. She began to play with her breasts, bringing herself even closer to an orgasm by squeezing her nipples. She didn’t want to cum, yet, because she knew both of them sought more foreplay than they were used to.
Mary leaned up and put her hand on Janice’s head. “It’s your turn. I want you to enjoy some of this, too.”
Janice was disappointed she couldn’t finish Mary, but couldn’t argue with the fact she was anxious to have Mary return the favor. She rolled onto her back and watched Mary position her beautiful body between her legs. Janice gazed at the perfect breasts hanging down in front of her, the nipples still long and sharp from the manipulation of Mary’s fingers. She wanted to taste them again, but Mary had the same plans for Janice’s tits.
Janice closed her eyes and savored the attention her breasts got from Mary’s mouth. Each little bite of her nipples caused her pussy to contract and get slightly wetter. She was now desperate for Mary to lick her clit and stick her tongue inside her vagina.
“God, Mary. Please lick me. Lick my clit and pussy. Please!”
It was seeming so natural, just a short time into their first experience together and both of them knew what they wanted and what to do to make their partner happy. Neither could have imagined sex being this good again.
“Whatever you want, babe. And I’m not stopping until you cum,” Mary warned.
Janice hoped she didn’t ruin it by cumming right away. She wanted this to last. Already, it was the best sex she’d had in years.
But when she felt Mary’s tongue on her clit and then her lips wrapped around the growing bud, she knew it was going to take every ounce of her self-control to keep from climaxing. Mary was marvelous with her variations of licking and sucking and biting. For someone who claimed to be new to this, she was acting like an expert. At least in Janice’s mind she was an expert.
When Mary backed away for an instant, Janice held her breath. Please don’t stop, she thought to herself. Then she felt the tongue at the entrance to her vagina. So THIS is what it felt like. The tongue entered her and Janice lifted her ass off the bed, pressing her body toward Mary’s face.
Never before had a cock felt as good inside her as that tongue did. It touched her in places no cock could reach. It was wet, warm and wonderful. Janice laid back, moaned and allowed Mary to drive her closer to ecstasy.
But each time Janice was sure she was about to cum, Mary pulled away. How does she know, damn it? Janice began to make a concerted effort to conceal her need to cum, hoping she could fool Mary into continuing to lick her. But her body betrayed her each time and she squirmed uncontrollably on the bed.
The next time Mary stopped, Janice practically screamed out, “No! Don’t stop!”
“Beg me,” Mary said.
“Please!”
“What is it you want?” Mary asked, stroking Janice’s clit with her finger.
“I want to cum,” Janice admitted. “I want you to let me cum.”
There was a long silence. “Please!” Janice cried out.
“Oh, OK.”
Mary placed her mouth over Janice’s clit and frantically began licking and sucking it. Janice raised and lowered her hips as if she was fucking Mary’s mouth. Mary put a hand on one of Janice’s breasts and rolled the nipple between her fingers. Janice cried out once more and felt her body burst with pleasure.
Mary clung to Janice’s ass, attempting to stay in contact with the clit while Janice came. Moans of joy filled the bedroom. Janice clutched at the covers, then put her hand on the back of Mary’s head to hold her in place, tight against her pussy.
Mary managed to slide a finger inside Janice’s vagina and fuck her with it while her tongue worked on Janice’s clit. The combination of sensations maintained Janice’s orgasm longer than any she’d ever had before. Maybe it was multiple orgasms. She lost awareness of almost everything except Mary between her legs.
When it hurt to go on, Janice attempted to pull away from Mary. But the beautiful woman held Janice by the hips and gave her a few final licks.
Janice collapsed on the bed, panting from her orgasm. “Oh my God,” she kept repeating.
Mary crawled up Janice’s body until her head rested on Janice’s breasts. “So, did you like that?”
“That was incredible. I didn’t know I could cum like that.”
“Do you think you could do it to me?” Mary asked, poking at one of Janice’s nipples.
“Get up here.”
Janice took Mary by the hips and pulled her up until her pussy was directly above her face. Of course, Mary helped a little and eagerly lowered herself within range of Janice’s mouth. Janice now knew exactly how to drive Mary to an orgasm and she was anxious to try it out. She put her hands on Mary’s ass and pulled her down so that Janice could enclose her lips around Mary’s clit.
Mary immediately began to rock back and forth across Janice’s face. She felt Janice’s tongue on every inch of her pussy, including deep inside her vagina. Mary reached out and gripped the headboard, knowing she’d need some support once her orgasm started.
“Yes. Yes! Right there!” Mary instructed Janice.
Janice’s nose and chin were wet from Mary’s juices by the time she heard Mary begin to cum. She found Mary’s clit again and concentrated on that as the bed shook under her. The headboard crashed against the wall while Mary came. Her little shrieks encouraged Janice to lick harder and the cycle started over again.
It was more than a minute before Mary rolled off her new lover. The two women laid on the bed side by side, motionless except for their quick breathing.
“Wow,” Mary sighed.
“I know. I can’t believe it,” Janice added.
“Promise me we’ll do this again. Soon.”
Janice looked over at Mary. “I wonder if Lisa…”
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The following Tuesday, Janice and Mary were eating at the golf course when Lisa walked in. She joined them and flashed her usual wide smile.
“I haven’t seen you two in ages. What have you been up to?” Lisa asked.
Janice and Mary exchanged nervous glances. Then Mary said, “Maybe we should all get together some afternoon. My place.”