Copyright 2017, 2021 Lisa Summers
All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age.
Prologue
Fresh from their honeymoon in the British Isles, visiting some of the most historic and beautiful sights in Great Britain and Ireland, newlyweds Matt and Donna Hopkins returned to the United States, to their new home in Edina, Minnesota, a well-to-do suburb of Minneapolis. Matt started work at Caldwell Printing, owned by Donna’s father Phil Caldwell, looking forward to a career there and eventually taking over the reins when Phil retired.
Donna dedicated herself to community work, volunteering at the local Food Pantry, assisting the poor of neighboring towns in increasing their food security and especially enjoyed seeing the delight in the eyes of families and their small children as one of their greatest fears was relieved on a daily basis through her efforts.
Matt and Donna were well on their way as two of Edina’s more beloved and active citizens, giving back to their community. In spite of their prominent status, the two were the most stable, dependable and approachable members of town, always to be found at the 9 AM Sunday Services at Edina’s Church of the Shepherd, and active in the town’s Adult Sports Program, playing together in the coed volleyball league.
While many in the community were envious of the couple’s happiness and good looks and obvious love for each other, none were jealous. The two only inspired the best of human nature in those they met. Many a man wished he were Matt, and many a woman wished she were Donna.
But, wishing is fun as long as it’s only imaginary. The aphorism comes to mind, “Be careful what you wish for…you might get it.”
Chapter 1
“Caitlyn, would you mind getting me a soda from the refrigerator?” 28 year old Donna asked her maid.
“Yes ma’am,” responded the young Irish immigrant, serving as a maid to Matt and Donna Hopkins. Her service in their upper middle class household could be her key to entry into the United States, and her first step toward acquiring a green card, which would allow her to live permanently there and perhaps someday apply for citizenship.
33 year old Matt Hopkins glanced at Caitlyn O’Rourke, barely 21 and frankly gorgeous, tall at 5′ 8″ with long, ringlets of rich, lustrous dark red hair, intelligent green eyes, a sweetly freckled complexion and a charming lilt to her voice. Deep within him he harbored dreams of fucking every hole on the girl and covering that sweet face with a flood of his sticky white cum, though the chances of that ever happening were somewhere between never and never.
Matt loved his wife and wasn’t about to jeopardize his marriage. The fact that his father-in-law owned the company at which Matt worked was certainly also a contributing factor to his reticence. However, nothing said that he couldn’t occasionally imagine that he was fucking Caitlyn when in fact his cock was inside his wife Donna’s tight, wet pussy.
The girl had just been with the couple for three months now, and Matt thought that if things continued as they were, that would be fine. After all, his wife Donna was hardly ugly herself.
Short brunette hair in a pixie cut, cute face and cool blue eyes, sweet, even disposition, the 5′ 2″ young woman who had won his heart at Middlebury College when he noticed her playing varsity volleyball years before was everything that he could ever expect out of life, and the fact that she came with a sinecure lifetime employment had been a plus, but certainly not the deciding factor for him.
Although Matt had adjusted well to married life – he had hardly been a playboy in college, more of an academic nerd – and was usually more than content to stay at home with Donna, in the last month he’d begun having disquieting dreams, dreams of women entangled in each other’s hot, naked arms, breasts heaving with passion, thighs moist and sweaty, bodies writhing together and summoning him to them.
He’d not been overly interested in watching women fuck together as a young man, though like all men, he wouldn’t turn his back on a well-crafted lesbian seduction scene in a movie, his cock pressing uncomfortably in his pants, leaking pre-cum to be absorbed in his boxer shorts, the remainder of his fluid either deposited in Donna’s sweet, moist cunt or jerked off into a tissue, disposed of and forgotten, if Donna wasn’t in the mood.
“Be with us, taste our sex and passion, smell the bouquet of our cunts, feel our slick, hot wetness on you,” his dream sapphic sirens had moaned, beckoning to him, his cock rising, a fierce urgency growing there. He’d inevitably awoke, sweating, and had to pause to collect himself, to reassure himself that there was only his beautiful spouse Donna sleeping beside him, that there was no bevy of hot, sexy lesbians hiding elsewhere in the room.
“Fuck,” he’d murmured the first time it happened, and had rushed off to the bathroom to jerk off, his stiff wood almost painful in its arousal. There he’d at first imagined two beautiful girls fucking each other as he stroked his shaft, the finish coming so easily.
“Girls fucking, yeah that’s pretty hot,” he thought as he cleaned up, and then flushed the tissue away. He returned to bed.
“Everything okay, honey?” Donna asked drowsily, her eyes half closed.
“Yeah, just had to use the bathroom, go back to sleep,” he’d responded. It was true, after all.
But he found the dreams reoccurring, almost night after night, and in the last week one of the fantasy women writhing in uninhibited sapphic sex, her fingers deep in another woman’s pussy, had been his young wife Donna, her blue eyes heavy lidded with lust and passion, her brown bangs wet and plastered to her forehead as she spread her legs to allow another woman, this one anonymous, to eat out her cunt, Donna’s voice raised almost to a shriek of pleasure.
“Oh fuck, yes, yesss, lick my pussy…fuck, I’m cumming, finger me again and again…” she’d groaned, just before he woke with a start, her dream body dissolving before him.
“I can’t jerk off in the bathroom every night,” Matt thought, after such an abrupt return to wakefulness. So he lay sleepless until morning, then jerked off in the solitude of his steamy shower, his thoughts on a moving image of Donna licking another woman’s wet and eager pussy, her expression eager, her naked body sinuously writhing as she fingered herself while her tongue teased another woman’s cunt.
Chapter 2
It soon became clear to Matt that he was developing a “problem.” A growing enthusiasm for lesbian sex…and increasingly, involving his faithful, loving wife Donna.
“Kind of a weird obsession for me to develop,” he thought, but the image of Donna undressing to reveal her beautiful naked body to another woman’s delight, then doing all sorts of naughty things with her, had become a great source of masturbatory pleasure for Matt. Ironically, just as his sex drive was ramping up, Donna seemed to be cooling down, or at least not matching his increased suggestions for lovemaking.
“Honestly, I don’t know what’s gotten into you,” she teased him about his pestering her for sex. “I guess it means you don’t have a honey on the side, thank goodness,” she’d say, but as it never really resulted in more sex he decided to cool the pressure on her, turning instead to jerking off whenever Donna was out of the house, and sometimes in the small restroom at work.
Matt assiduously avoided viewing the maid Caitlyn as a sex figure, since that hackneyed scenario of erotic stories – the husband, wife and maid triangle – would only lead to major trouble for him, and besides he did love Donna. There just didn’t seem to be enough Donna to go around, what with her missing his hints about more play time together.
And for her part, Caitlyn was always modest and shy whenever he was around. He guessed that she might see him as something like a father figure and was always pleasant to her, and helpful if he sensed she needed something, like the time she first ran across the cameras in the Hopkins’ Samsung refrigerator.
“Your fridge has telly?” she said, incredulous, a wry smile on her face. “Whatever for?”
Matt’s face turned red. “So we can see what’s inside.”
“Isn’t that what the handle’s for?” she responded.
“Matt has to keep up with gadgets,” Donna said as she passed the kitchen, and then shrugged.
“And is there a telly in my room?” asked Caitlyn. Matt was nonplussed.
“There will be,” laughed Donna. Matt knew when he was defeated.
And there was, a 46 inch Visio was installed in the maid’s quarters the very next day. A ‘piped telly,’ as Caitlyn termed cable TV.
Chapter 3
Since Donna seemed content with their love life being on a low simmer – too low for Matt’s needs – he looked around for safe but satisfying substitutes for humping his wife. On a day when both Donna and Caitlyn were out, he got onto the Internet for relief, using the desktop Sony in their home office.
Matt Hopkins clicked on what had become his favorite porn site site with the initial enthusiasm with which his dick always supplied him.
“Fuck, been looking forward to this all day,” he thought. Perusing the opening page of the pornographic video site telling him to leave if he was under 18 years of age (wink, wink), he moved on to the index page that seemed to go on forever, every possible sexual fetish and kink depicted by a small square representing an image of a video that contained that particular exciting and fun perversion.
“Fuck, there are some sick fucking people out there,” he mused, making a mental note to check out some that were new to him. But for now, he was on a specific quest.
“Okay, looking for lesbian. But no old women, that’s fucking gross. And no butch ones this time, that’s too scary sometimes, especially the dykes with tattoos over every square inch of their bodies. Just need two sweet young women looking for a nice, pleasant sexual encounter, maybe with some pissing or something.”
“Young lesbian friends eating cunt,” the caption said, on the first sample shown under “lesbian.”
“I’ll give that a shot,” he said, comfortable in his solitude and speaking out loud, since the girls, Donna and Caitlyn, and Donna’s BFF Maribeth had been gone for the last ten minutes on an all day shopping trip. With Donna and Caitlyn gone, he had the house to himself.
Shucking off his jeans, and pushing his boxer shorts down his legs, he felt free at last, free of clothing on his already growing cock, and free to indulge his sexual needs without worrying about being caught. The pseudo leather of the lounger was cool on his naked ass. He already had a couple of tissues at hand to clean up the inevitable residue of his passion. He’d learned his lesson after a previous solitary jerk off party, when he’d forgotten the tissues and grabbed a sock to clean up his semen, the gooey white liquid seeming to go on forever, streaming down his cock and caught up in his black pubic bush.
The stressful moment had come when Caitlyn brought Donna the crusty sock while she was doing the laundry. She was befuddled by what it might be, and had sought out his wife for any special instructions.
“What on earth is this, Matt?’ Donna had asked him, a quizzical expression on her face.
“Oh, that’s…I stepped on some spilled mashed potatoes and it got all in my sock,” he explained, extemporaneously creating a plausible scenario.
“We haven’t had mashed potatoes this week,” she reminded him.
“It was at work,” he said, digging for something believable.
“You eat lunch at work in your socks?” she responded, with a bemused expression.
“You had to be there,” he shrugged. “What’s for dinner?”
His pulse had been racing as he tried to work his way out of his problem, but at least it had been a little excitement – outwitting Donna, that is. Jerking off itself was just…ho hum. If there were some way to make jerking off more exciting, now that would be revolutionary.
He put his right hand on his cock, still too soft for really good stroking, and thought, “Maybe I should use some of Donna’s vegetable oil from the kitchen,” then rejected the idea as being both too messy and taking too long, but he also filed the idea away for possible future use.
He clicked on the little triangle on the computer screen and was treated to the two women of about their early twenties pretending to study on one girl’s bed, then launch into a conversation about whether one had ever thought about kissing a girl, then the action followed a predictable course, with clothes flying everywhere, kissing and mouths being applied to genitals in a very interesting way.
It was about halfway through this show, with Matt sawing away on his dick, that it struck him that “Janie,” as one of the girls was named, looked an awful lot like Donna.
Much more so than when he had begun watching the video.
Perhaps it was something about the lighting in the girls’ bedroom, or the camera angles of her face between the other girl’s thighs, but he would swear that it was indeed his sweet and loving wife there, nude and eating pussy, and then licking that girl’s brown asshole.
Well, as soon as he realized that, he imagined to himself that she was indeed Donna, and he was spying on his wife licking some regrettably plain girl’s wet little pussy and nether hole. It was mere milliseconds after that thought that he shot a load much more copious than anything he’d shot before, even while fucking Donna herself.
This was a major revelation, and while he cleaned himself up, using only disposable items this time, he built on it, his cock not relapsing into its usual turtle like nature this time, but remaining semi-firm and, more importantly, his mind wasn’t moving on to the football game coming up, but rather, “how fucking hot it would be if Donna really did eat a girl’s twat.”
“Goddamn, why did I never think of that before?” he thought, then out loud, “Yeah, my pure beautiful wife doing nasty things with another girl and enjoying it, losing control, cumming, her fucking twat shaking with the sheer ecstasy of cheating on me, and not just with a guy, but with another woman, That’s fucking perverse!” But the thought didn’t really seem that perverted to him.
When he looked down between his legs he wasn’t surprised to see that his recently abused penis was coming back for more. “Fuck yeah,” he breathed, feeling as though he’d discovered that oysters really do make you hard.
Except that this aphrodisiac was his alone, and free, to boot.
This time he did go for the vegetable oil, and a bunch of paper towels, and took his time picking out another video. After an extensive search he found, “Maid seduces young wife.” The women in this both looked pretty attractive, and if he made an effort he could easily pretend that the wife, “Miranda,” was actually Donna, wearing a blonde wig.
He pretended that he had set up a hidden camera, and was catching the whole thing on video, and now watching it for the first time. Which of course, he was.
“Mrs. Adams,” the maid said. “I didn’t know what to do with this…do you want it washed?”
“What’s that, Kathy?” the Donna lookalike said, looking up from a notebook where she had apparently been entering numbers. Grocery bills, maybe.
“What is that?” Donna (as Matt was now thinking of the actress) asked the pretty black-haired servant. “Is that a bra?”
“Yes ma’am, I think so,” responded Kathy, now starting to hold the cloth object as if it had just started to set off a radiation meter.
“Let me see that,” said Donna, curtly, the tiniest bit of steel entering her voice. She took the proffered object, then held it out as if she intended to place it on Kathy’s chest. Kathy took a small step backward, aghast.
“It’s not mine,” she protested quickly.
“That is certainly not mine either,” Donna muttered. “I wouldn’t be caught dead in something so cheap…and it’s a full cup size bigger than me.”
She stared over at Kathy. “Where exactly was it? Take me there.”
Like a uniformed police officer leading the great Hercule Poirot (or in this case, Miss Marple) to the site where the body was first found by a passerby, Kathy led Donna into the bedroom where Mr. and Mrs. Adams presumably slept, and pointed under the bed.
“Right there,” she said, her eyes wide and a little frightened.
“That’s my side of the bed!” hissed Donna. “That rat bastard’s cheating on me!”
Then she began pacing in a tight circle, while Kathy the cute maid stood to the side, awaiting the soliloquy.
“He did it again, and he swore he would never, never look at another woman. Right here in our bed! He doesn’t love me, he never did!” At this, Donna began to cry, or at least looked like she was.
Kathy stepped forward hesitantly, then out of the instinct that all women must have, took Donna in her arms, Donna entering her embrace and sobbing on her shoulder.
“There, there, it’s alright, Mrs. Adams…Donna,” she said, consoling Matt’s wife, patting her back softly and rubbing her hand in little circles on her back.
“All men are like that, ma’am” the sweet and pretty servant said. “They don’t deserve our affection.”
“You’re right, Kathy,” Donna said. “If men didn’t have cocks, we women would never give them the time of day, and they don’t even deserve our attention…and affection.”
“There are other…better things out there than men and their filthy little dingles, ma’am. And no cheating or leaving dirty laundry around either.” She looked meaningfully at Donna.
“What do you mean, Kathy?” said Donna, confusion on her face.
“Nobody knows a woman like another woman…Donna,” whispered Kathy, and as awareness dawned on Donna’s face, Kathy leaned in to kiss her. Dumfounded, Donna didn’t stop her but didn’t react in any immediately perceptible way, Kathy’s full and heavily lipsticked lips pressing against Donna’s, both women’s mouths slowly opening and their tongues tentatively caressing.
Matt was glad that he’d decided to use the oil at this juncture – he would have rubbed himself raw before they even got their clothes off otherwise.
“Oh, Kathy,” Donna moaned. “You’re so…different from my husband,” she said.
“In so many ways,” replied Kathy. “Get on the bed.” Donna complied, now under Kathy’s feminine spell.
“Let’s get these clothes off you,” Kathy said, already halfway down the buttons on Donna’s pink blouse, then smoothly stripping it off her, leaving Donna in a black lace demi-cup bra that showed off her beautiful tits.
“Oh my god, I love your tits!” exclaimed Kathy, her hands caressing Donna’s bare shoulders then briefly tracing over her breasts. “The rest of your body must be so darling, too,” Kathy whispered, fiddling at Donna’s skirt, the garment quickly loosening as she pulled it off her hips, revealing her matching black lace bikini panties.
“Oh, and I can see your beautiful slit, baby, your pussy is so wet and excited,” Kathy cooed, as Donna laid back, her legs parted. Kathy immediately pounced, her face between Donna’s thighs, kissing each one for a few seconds, then planting a wet one right where Matt figured Donna’s clitoris must be.
“Oh my god,” moaned Donna. “Yes, kiss me there,” she said, as she considerately pulled back Kathy’s long black hair from her thigh, where it would otherwise have blocked Matt’s view of the woman kissing his wife right on her cunt.
“I hope she pulls down her panties,” Matt thought.”I’m getting fucking close.”
“Let me just remove this little cloth,” Kathy giggled, pulling the black strip of fabric from his wife’s pussy, revealing the beautiful pink and red valley of pleasure that he got to see in the light all too infrequently.
“Oh, so beautiful,” Kathy moaned, as she leaned in and Matt could very clearly see his wife letting another woman place her wet tongue on her moist pussy, stroking it over and over and inside her slick cunt…and that was it, hot spurts of his sticky white cum all over his hips, his cock and balls, and sadly, all stuck in his pubic tangle.
“Fuck! That was amazing!” he whispered. “I haven’t cum like that in years.” He rested for a few seconds, working up the energy to clean up all the oil and cum, and glanced at the video, where the woman he had imagined as his wife had her tongue deep inside the maid’s pussy.
But this time she didn’t look anything like Donna, and she wasn’t at all interesting.
Chapter 4
“Caitlyn, have you been on the computer lately?” Donna asked their young maid, standing above the seated girl as she read her novel.
“No ma’am,” Caitlyn answered. “I always check with you first to see if it’s alright, otherwise I just use my phone.”
“That’s what I thought, thank you,” Donna replied, smiling at the pretty redhead. As she walked away, Caitlyn glanced up and looked at the housewife’s shapely ass contemplatively. Then she returned to reading her novel of love during the Whiskey Rebellion.
Chapter 5
“Bob, you check out the videos on those porn sites a lot, don’t you? At least, you say you do…” Matt tried to edge into a topic that was weighing more heavily on his mind.
“Yeah, sometimes, but not ‘a lot,'” his coworker Bob Duncan replied. “I’m married, I’m not a fucking pervert.” He grinned. “If I were, I’d be getting a lot more ass.”
“You like ‘girl on girl’ stuff?” Matt asked.
“Who doesn’t?” replied Bob. “Twice – or more – of the tits, the pussy, the ass…damn right.”
“Did you ever imagine if it were your wife doing it?”
“Well, now you’re getting into threesome territory there, old chief,” Bob replied, grinning. “Would I like to see my wife licking some hot young thing’s pink pussy? Yeah, as long as I was the one finishing her off.” Bob looked at Matt.
“Are you two thinking of doing a threesome? Because if you are, and you don’t tell me all about it, you’re a fucking shitty friend.” Bob looked at Matt expectantly.
“No…no, I doubt that Donna would go for that, I can barely get her to have sex with me anymore, much less some chick,” Matt replied.
“Well, if you are thinking about a threesome, and you don’t have someone in mind to make your third, you can always check out Clyde’s List.”
“The place where people list their car for sale and end up getting it stolen? That doesn’t sound like a plan,” Matt responded, frowning. “Besides, like I said, I doubt that Donna would be interested, but it’d be pretty sweet if she was.”
“It’d be pretty sweet if my Betty lost 100 pounds, too, but that ain’t happening,” Bob shrugged. “C’mon, we’d better get back to our desks or Phil will discover we’re not indispensable.”
“Speak for yourself, asshole, I am indispensable,” laughed Matt.
“That’s not what Donna says,” retorted Bob. The two, grinning, returned to work.
Chapter 6
On his way home from work Matt picked up a copy of the free “Lifestyles” paper at the local 24-Seven convenience store, feeling as though every eye in the place was on him. That was only three eyes total, as the clerk, a frazzled woman of 67 named Myrtle, and a local homeless guy in a camo vest and a pair of discarded Dickies pants that he’d found in a Walmart dumpster, and wearing a dirty black eye patch over the truly terrifying evidence of a fight that he’d lost at age 19, some 30 years ago, were the only other occupants, and in reality neither one was interested in what free periodical Matt was taking.
The clerk was thinking about her drunken son Rick and worrying that he would eventually get himself wrapped around a tree after a night of drinking at Elmo’s, a local dive bar, and the homeless guy, an ex-lumberjack from Oregon, was wondering if he’d be able to pick up some night work money stocking shelves at the mega hardware store a half mile down the road, but he’d need a cup of coffee for that first.
But this story isn’t about those two, so we’ll just have to wonder how that turned out for them.
Matt leafed through the cheap paper, finding “Gentlemen’s Clubs” in the last section, along with half page display ads of some of their female attractions. Matt was unfamiliar with both alternative periodicals and Gentlemen’s Clubs, because up until he developed the thought burning through his brain – that is, the idea of his beautiful wife Donna being fucked by a (hopefully) pretty woman for his enjoyment, he had been a fairly sedate married guy.
Obviously he had recently begun to sort of run off the rails, but it isn’t our job here to set him back on, it’s to watch and see what happens.
So Matt picked out a strip joint (I am NOT going to keep calling them Gentlemen’s Clubs, who we foolin’ here?) because one of the girls in the halftone grey photo of ‘attractions’ looked a bit like Donna. He made plans to visit Blushing Beauties (that’s the name of the most appealing strip joint, I don’t make these things up) when his wife would be out of town visiting her mother, Mary Lee Phelps, and Caitlyn would be off visiting her American half-brother.
The night for his adventure came, and off Matt went to see the sights. Fortunately for him, he only had to sit through about a half hour of okay looking women taking off their clothes to the pulsing electronic beat, before a girl who really did vaguely resemble Donna came on stage.
And no, it wasn’t Donna in disguise or any other lame plot development of that sort. In fact, she was a 23 year old receptionist named Morgan Farris who had lost her job when the small architectural firm she worked for went out of business after the owner went to prison for tax evasion. So, although it made her queasy to be stared at by drunk, lecherous men – and the random lonely woman – a job is a job, and she strove to be as good at it as she could.
That doesn’t mean she was a great dancer or stripper. In fact, in my opinion she was lousy. But what she was good at at Blushing Beauties, was generating ‘add ons,’ the various services a dancer could generate on the side that could bring a motivated girl a lot of tax free money, as long as she cut the owner in, too. I guess it’s ironic that she was making the bulk of her income by evading taxes, when she’d lost her last job because someone else got caught doing the same thing.
Matt couldn’t take his eyes off ‘Belle,’ the stage name that Morgan went by at the strip joint. No girl in her right mind working at a strip club uses her real name, that’s just a good way to get strangled on the way home by one of the crazier customers. And the owner of Blushing Beauties had a thing about each girl’s stage name starting with the letter ‘B.’ Since ‘Brittany’ and ‘Blaze’ were taken, she went with Belle.
There’s no record of any dancer there ever being named ‘Beulah’, or ‘Beelzebub’, but I think it would have been interesting if some girl had tried it. Sometimes you just have to try to set yourself apart from the herd, y’know?
But none of that mattered to Matt, because as far as he was concerned, Morgan-Belle’s name was actually ‘Donna.’ After staring at her for five minutes, he had fixated on her being his wife that night.
So as Belle circulated offering lap dances and whatever else straight girls do out in the open with drunk men for money, she happened on Matt, who declined her offer of a lap dance, but who enquired if there wasn’t something she could do in private.
Belle, or Morgan, or if you have a kink exactly like Matt’s, ‘Donna’, wasn’t totally against providing a hand job or blowjob if the price was right. She explained to Matt that if he and she went into the ‘Library,’ they could discuss it further, although the entrance fee for this particular library was $50 higher than the entrance fee for the free library on Mott Street, which also had more books than the one at the strip club.
The two went to the fairly seedy little room that was big enough for a daybed like those you might find in a little girl’s bedroom, and a comfortable upholstered wing chair in pleather (for easy cleaning, most likely.) There, Belle asked what sort of thing that Matt was interested in.
He answered, “I’d really like to see you with another girl doing…y’know.”
It just so happened that not only did Belle prefer to do ‘y’know,’ her work BFF, a girl named Linda – I mean ‘Brandi’ – also liked to do y’know, and to do it with Morgan – I mean Belle. So Belle smiled and said, “Yes, we can do that, it’s only $400, but you can’t touch us and once you cum you have to leave The Library, okay?”
“Sure, that’s fine,” Matt responded, his cock getting hard now. Everyone took their places, and Donna and Ariel – that’s the imaginary name he gave Brandi, although neither girl knew their names had been changed yet again – started off with a little dreamy light dancing before each other, as though Matt wasn’t even in the room.
The women knew that he wanted them to be lovers that didn’t know – or didn’t care – that he was in the room, and that he might be someone who cared about one or both of them very much, but he was insignificant to them in the shining light of their affection for each other. It was brilliant insight into the psychological mode that Matt was quickly growing into.
He was indeed fantasizing that he was watching Donna and Ariel in his bedroom, after he had told his wife Donna he would be at work all afternoon.
The two women danced for each other in negligees, Donna wearing a see through mid thigh chemise in red, with Chantilly floral lace and sheer mesh. It concealed nothing, certainly not her full, round and perky breasts, with their brown nipples and areolas, and her smooth and ‘innie’ labia, plus her perfect round bottom which looked like could be devoured in three bites per cheek. The outfit subtly highlighted everything, and concealed nothing, and it was all that his wife was wearing.
Her best friend Ariel (from school, Matt fantasized) was wearing a peek-a-boo lace babydoll set in medium blue, which allowed her lovely breasts and pink nipples to show through, and a tiny pair of bikini panties which, for the moment, concealed the charms between her slim thighs. She smiled as her eyes roamed up and down his wife’s body. Donna turned and showed off her sweet curves to her friend, enjoying the attention and trying to enflame Ariel, apparently succeeding.
Ariel leaned in, whispering in his wife’s ear, and Donna turned her back on Ariel, as though spurning her whispered suggestion, but in the process making her lovely round bottom more available to her friend’s eyes…and touch. Ariel’s hand reached out and caressed Donna’s sweet little ass, Donna obviously purring with pleasure at her touch.
She turned as if to remonstrate Ariel’s boldness, but Ariel’s other hand reached up to caress Donna’s smooth cheek, effectively placing Donna in her arms, and to Matt’s shock and excitement, his wife fell into Ariel’s embrace, the two women face to face, Ariel drawing Donna in closer and closer, until their faces were inches apart, eyes locked on each other, seeing nothing else but each other, and so gradually, so slowly it seemed the creep of a second hand on a wall clock in a classroom, their lips came together.
Soft and warm feminine lips gently caressed, then pressed, moist ruby lips quivering with suppressed desire, passion bringing them together and visibly growing in their responses. Where lips go, form follows, their breasts touching, then hips, no space to be found between their warm, supple bodies, their breathing speeding up, their movements increasingly in tandem, then touch and response, soft sighs filling the air as the pleasure overwhelms them, and they realize their growing attraction is a real thing, and cannot any longer be denied.
“Oh, Donna,” Ariel breathed into Donna’s swanlike, graceful and warm throat, her words teasing and tickling Matt’s wife’s sensitive flesh. She shuddered, part exquisite pleasure and part dread that, no matter how long and sweet their delight together, she must sooner or later return to the base clown that is her husband. His fumbling, ineffectual attempts at pleasing her were as less than nothing compared to the honeyed touch of Ariel in her arms. the realization a quantum change in her life.
In his chair, Matt mumbled to himself, “She’s never felt such intense and lengthy pleasure before, she might never have even cum with me, only thinking – or pretending – that she did, never having experienced the real thing that another woman is going to give her…as I watch.”
His hand was busy on his erect cock, as his pants were unzipped and halfway down his legs, his fleshy ram rod nearly as hard as steel, his balls pulled up close, so ready to shoot what he knew would be the hottest load of sperm he’d ever produced. But he realized that it was important that he take his time, that the beautiful delight of watching his wife be seduced into lesbian sex would go away the second he exploded, like the wet dreams of his youth waking up to unpleasant reality of a messy sheet to explain to his mother.
But Donna and Ariel didn’t know that he was watching them, in his fantasy. In his imagination, he’d cleverly and carefully hidden himself behind a bush by the house, with a perfect view of the bedroom. He also so cleverly told Donna that he would be gone all day, so hopefully his wife and her beautiful friend would play for hours, for his enjoyment at watching himself be cuckolded by a woman…
Donna gazed into her female friend’s passionate brown eyes with her own sweet, loving blue eyes. “What are we doing?” she whispered to Ariel. Matt was invigorated – would his sweet, faithful, loving wife resist the siren call of the pleasures of sapphic sex, the undeniable delights of writhing hotly in a damp, steamy bed, both women naked, their beautiful bodies begging for a woman’s touch, moist openings thrilling to another’s fingers and tongue, hot kisses bestowed on another woman’s most intimate places, or would she spurn such impossible to deny pleasures to remain his and his alone?
You and I of course seek faithful and lifelong love from that one special person, but Matt was discovering that he was of a special breed – the man who lusts to see his wife cheat on him, taking in the sexual thrusts of another person and encouraging her infidelity as he watches, gaining hot and exciting delights from being cuckolded. Many men are thrilled to see their wife be taken by another man.
But within that weird fetish, even rarer are the men who desire to see their wife submit herself to the pleasures of lesbian sex over the vows she had taken to be faithful to him alone. And for whatever reason, Matt was falling deeply into the clutches of that strange mania.
“Oh god…fuck,” he told himself, as he watched Ariel’s fingers gently close over his wife’s sweet, plump breast, caressing and massaging her, Donna’s eyes fluttering closed in pleasure, the incredible ecstasy of a woman’s gentle touch in a place never before touched by a sexual female, bringing her sensations of delight that she had never experienced with Matt.
“She’s going to cum, just from feeling Ariel touching her breast,” Matt thought. “God, I could never have pleased her like that!” Instead of dismay, Matt nearly rocketed himself to a spurting climax at the thought, and had to pinch his scrotum to draw back from excitement’s edge, where the dream he was now living would end, his invested $450 gone.
“Fuck, that was close,” he muttered, as both Donna and Ariel looked up from their embrace.
“Did you hear something, darling?” murmured Ariel.
“I thought I heard some dog whining, but it was nothing – less than nothing,” Donna laughed. “Now, show me your love,” and incredibly, his sweet, faithful wife was now ardently kissing her female friend, and her hand was slipping under the negligee and touching the outside of Ariel’s panties at the crotch.
“You’re wet here,” she giggled. “I wonder what that means.” Her gaze into Ariel’s eyes was a challenge.
“I’ll show you, sweetness,” Ariel responded, pushing Donna onto the daybed in the “Library.” Donna fell gracefully and in a practiced way, almost as though the two had been in rehearsal for this play many times, only waiting for a grateful and receptive audience.
Ariel knelt before Donna, parting her legs, thighs moving apart, negligee moving upward to reveal his wife’s own moist cleft, bare and smooth, red within her hot slit, glistening pinkly along her plump labia, and her small pearl of pleasure swelling and standing upward in its way, timidly seeking attention.
“She was never that excited with me,” Matt thought, his fingers slickly slipping up and down the length of his cock, pausing under the angry red head of his dick, leaking his clear pre-cum copiously and easing the friction of fingers on cock. He was learning to edge himself, deny the immediate pleasure in return for the longer state of orgasmic bliss in the future.
He continued to watch his wife slip into the clutches of a lesbian, on her way to becoming an irreversible dyke and pussy lover herself. He longed to see her sweet, pink tongue slipping into a woman’s cunt, lapping up excited, creamy female cum and begging for more.
“Spread your sweet thighs just a little more, darling Donna,” Ariel cooed into her pussy, looking up with lust filled eyes at Matt’s wife.
“I’m not sure this is the right thing…” Donna murmured, struck by indecision at imminent immorality and adultery.
“It’s the right thing if you want to be happy,” Ariel whispered. “Perhaps this will convince you…” She blew warmly and softly over Donna’s distended clit, the mere heat of her breath and its touch setting the housewife off to an amazing orgasm.
“Oh fuck…oh god god god ohmygod yess!” Donna nearly screamed, her body twisting and writhing, one hand reflexively squeezing a breast, her other descending to the back of Ariel’s head, fingers entwined in her friend’s lush blonde hair, urging Ariel’s face onto her cunt.
Speaking to the air, Donna was in raptures and revealed much. “Oh god, Ariel, Matt tried to eat me and I never wanted his dirty male mouth down there…he never could make me cum, although I always told him that he had, but you, you…I’ve never experienced the pleasures-”
“-FUCK FUCK FUCK YESSS YESSS!!” Donna literally screamed, the window pane rattling an inch from Matt’s nose by the strength of her passion as he watched her being sucked into the vortex of woman love, a female showing her the pleasure that he never could. Donna’s head lolled back, Ariel’s head firmly between Donna’s thighs, her tongue avidly licking the hot liquid that Donna was squirting into her face and mouth, from the force of her excitement and pleasure.
He nearly lost it there, watching his wife experience the greatest sexual pleasure of her life from the attentions of someone other than her husband. His faithful wife had been seduced by a lesbian, and had enjoyed it far more than she had any kind of sex with him. It almost brought him to his own climax, but ironically he manned up and resisted cumming, all while rejoicing that his wife was cheating on him and making him a cuckold at the hands of a woman!
He stared at Ariel’s cute ass as her head bobbed and swirled between Donna’s slim legs, Ariel’s ass cheeks parting so that Matt could actually see her cute asshole winking at him through the sheer panties. He wondered idly what a woman’s asshole would taste like, and Ariel’s anus in particular.
Of course, Donna had never allowed Matt to lick her sweet little brown hole – he had barely ever even seen it, really – Donna was very modest, even with her husband. Then Donna shrieked with pleasure, drawing his attention away from the cute cunt and brown hole between Ariel’s thighs.
“Oh fuck fuck fuck, Ariel, I’m cumming…oh god, lick me again, just there…so good, good…” Donna moaned, her head thrown back in intense female pleasure, something that he had never seen with his wife before. Her body shivered, as if it were filling with an ecstasy that she couldn’t possibly hope to absorb at one time, and so must shake it off lest she explode.
“Oh baby, baby so so good…wonderful, the best,” Donna murmured, pulling Ariel’s half naked body up off the floor to hers, taking the long-haired blonde in her arms, kissing her ardently, passionately – nothing like the tiny pecks that Donna gave him, usually only when he was going away, as though she were trying to positively reinforce his absences. Perhaps Ariel was the reason why?
Ariel writhed in Donna’s arms, her lush female body twisting intimately into Donna’s, their breasts rubbing together warmly, nipples stiff and deliciously poking soft female flesh, their hips and thighs moving, until he saw that Ariel was insinuating her thigh between Donna’s. Donna looked up at her enquiringly.
“What are you doing?” she asked Ariel.
“Do you still let Matt fuck you?” Ariel asked challengingly.
“Yes…sometimes,” Donna answered. “Not very much, though,” she continued. “He’s always done too soon, and I never get a chance to cum.”
“But you tell him you do, don’t you,” Ariel sneered.
“Of course, I don’t want to hurt his feelings,” Donna answered. “Shouldn’t I?”
“I’m going to fuck you now, my leg between your thighs, and when we’re finished, I want you to tell me if you’re going to continue letting Matt inside your hole,” Ariel said, her tone confident and challenging.
Donna said nothing, but only nodded slightly, perhaps knowing where the outcome might lead and subconsciously desiring it, the last barrier to her total conversion as a lesbian crumbling.
“Oh god, I hope so,” thought Matt. Somewhere inside of him he almost doubted these new feelings of his, desiring his own wife to betray him. But the pleasure of being cuckolded by Donna would be exquisite, he thought.
Ariel began to shift her hips into Donna’s, her left leg between Donna’s thighs forcing them apart, Ariel’s thigh slipping downward bringing their bodies closer together, Ariel’s moist and hot pussy slipping onto Donna’s, the sheer layer of fabric between them providing a point of friction on each of the women’s clits as they began to move rhythmically together. Donna was clearly picking up Ariel’s movements now, their increasingly wet pussies making their movements together that much easier.
“Oh my god,” Donna moaned.”What are you doing to me?” Her breathing was rapid, uncontrolled, a blush rising up her chest to her face, passion filling her.
Ariel laughed. “I’m fucking you, darling…and without an ugly cock. I know what you want to feel, and your worm of a husband doesn’t. Look at him outside, through the window, he’s jerking his pathetic little wormlet while we make love.”
Ariel rose above Donna, clearly the one in charge, her hips rising and falling in time as she fucked into Matt’s wife, her moans and coos of pleasure increasing each time Ariel sunk deeply into her.
“Oh god…oh fuck, Ariel…do it to me, fuck me, I can feel you inside me, I’m cumming cumming-”
Whatever else she might have groaned out was lost to Matt as Ariel’s mouth closed over Donna’s, their soft feminine lips pressing tightly and intensely, passionately, then parting. Matt could see Ariel’s tongue slipping into his wife’s sweet mouth, a mouth that had certainly never entertained another woman’s tongue there before.
“Fuck,” Matt groaned, nearly about to cum. He squeezed his eyes shut and thought about the United Nations, a pleasure wrecker if ever there was one. The urge to let fly with his hot sperm slowly ebbed even as his right hand begged to give him just one more stroke along his pink shaft – just one more – but that would be a bridge too far.
Finally conquering his urge to climax, he reopened his eyes. Ariel had slowed her humping of his wife and sat in Donna’s lap, her arms around her, the two kissing softly.
“Was it good for you?” Ariel grinned. “And don’t lie to me like you do to Matt.”
“Oh my god, Ariel…that was amazing, but I think you’ve ruined me for Matt from now on. When he asks me if I’ve cum the next time he puts his little penis in me, I’m going to have to stifle a giggle when I say, ‘Oh yes, it was great.'”
Donna looked up at Ariel. “What you did to me before…can I…do you think I could try it?”
“Do you mean licking pussy, darling?” asked Ariel. At Donna’s shy, timid nod, Ariel grinned.
“I know that I’d love it, baby, but I’m afraid that would be the one final thing that would turn you into a lesbian, Donna. Once you’ve tasted another woman’s fresh, hot snatch and smelled her sweet, musky fragrance, you’ll never, ever want a man again.”
Matt almost nodded at her words. He could smell the sweet, hot fragrance of both Donna and Ariel’s overheated cunts there, picking out the delicious scent of Donna’s pussy, mixing so wonderfully with the smell of Ariel’s.
“Oh no, Ariel,” Donna protested. “It won’t get that far. I love Matt and I’d never leave him for anything, I swear. Just let me try it this once and then I can go back to him with a clear conscience, knowing that while he’s terrible at fucking, our love – his and mine – is stronger than ever.”
Ariel looked dubiously at Donna. “Alright,” she said, “but I’m not responsible.”
Donna smiled, a little girl’s smile at hearing that she may have one more piece of birthday cake. She slipped gracefully down to the floor as Ariel stood momentarily, kneeling in front of Ariel as she sat down, with Donna between her legs.
With her little pink tongue caught pensively between her even, white teeth, Donna hooked her fingers over the waistband of the light blue panties and whisked them down Ariel’s slim, smooth legs to the floor. Donna gasped as she spied Ariel’s lovely pink slit, moist and small, for the first time.
Ariel leaned back and closed her eyes. Donna put her hands lightly on Ariel’s smooth thighs, gently parting them, the woman’s dark pink slit, smooth and bare all over, increasingly exposed to Donna’s curious eyes.
“I’ve never really seen another girl’s vagina before,” she breathed. “Or rather, her pussy,” she giggled. “That makes it sound so deliciously lewd and naughty.”
“Oh, it is lewd and naughty,” Ariel said, her eyes still closed, her head back, her breathing even. “You’ll see how addicting it is, sweetness…”
She used her hands, lightly to manipulate Donna’s face and mouth where she most desired it, primarily at her cunt and clit, but she had at least one other destination in mind for her sapphic virgin.
As for Donna, being between another girl’s legs was a revelation. “Her labia and slit and clit looks like a cute pink flower,” she thought, and that thought alone made her want to smell it. Of course pussy doesn’t smell like a flower – as a woman she was quite aware of that – but Ariel’s pussy had a light, sweet scent underlain by a heavier musky scent, just as the best perfumes have a heavy base.
She inhaled Ariel’s hot scent, and found her own pussy wetting in response. She smiled as she saw Ariel’s cunt glisten, and impishly leaned forward, the tip of her pink tongue touching Ariel’s moist slit, her creamy essence leaking onto her tongue, the taste sweet and honeyed, with just a hint of saltiness.
Intrigued, Donna reached out further with her tongue, straining, when Ariel rudely pushed her face into her own cunt, Donna’s whole world now Ariel’s pussy, wet, hot and exciting her beyond any previous experience. Donna found herself excitedly lapping at the hot cunt on her mouth, kissing, licking and swallowing Donna’s copious cream.
She couldn’t resist reaching down between her legs to her own pussy, her fingers diving through her small pubic bush – a bush which had seemed so daring when Matt asked her to trim it to nearly nothing, but compared to Ariel’s lovely, naked and bare vulva seemed dull and boring. Her fingers rapidly stroked her pussy lips, hot excitement coursing through her pelvis as she did, her own pussy cream dripping off her fingertips, burning as it splashed onto her thighs.
She timed her own ascension to her peak, her climax, with the tremors and shudders racing through Ariel’s thighs as she too was elevated to her orgasm, both women cumming within seconds of each other, both moaning out the other’s name, and their new love was cemented.
Unlike her stupid husband, Donna thought, women had a better sense of how to treat a partner sexually. She caressed and kissed Ariel’s thighs lightly, gently and familiarly, until she felt Ariel cum a second time, without at all touching the woman’s vulva – clit, pussy or labia.
Ariel moaned above her. “Oh my god, you darling girl, you are the perfect lover, I love you…be mine forever, leave that shmuck and be with me!” When Donna looked up from between Ariel’s quivering thighs, her face smeared with clear feminine cream, her smile and the look of love in her eyes were unmistakable. Ariel knew that they had both found the real love that they’d searched for, for so long.
“Come up, kiss me,” she coaxed Matt’s wife. Donna smiled disarmingly.
“I’d like nothing better, there’s just one more thing I want to taste for the first time. Turn around.”
Ariel’s deepest perversion had somehow become Donna’s, making their perfect love even more perfect. Ariel turned around on the daybed, her cute rump up in the air, her asshole presented boldly for Donna’s inspection and use.
Donna – Matt’s sweet and loving wife – immediately buried her face between Ariel’s moist and hot, plump ass cheeks, her lips and tongue on a quest to mine her tight brown nether opening. Ariel quivered helplessly as Donna licked, lapped and kissed her way to the small opening of her anus, teasing the puckered flesh there with the tip of her tongue, and pushing, probing its center until an orgasm washed over and through Ariel, her anus opening to allow Donna to plumb the depths of her and Ariel’s perversity as she fucked Ariel’s ass hole with her tongue.
“Jesus fuck, that’s fucking wild!” Matt moaned as he watched his wife eagerly licking another woman’s asshole. There was no turning back for him now. His right hand would not be stopped, he fiercely stroked his steaming cock until it fountained a long spurt of white cum three feet in the air. He couldn’t ever remember cumming like that before.
The two women turned to look at him. “That’s pretty good,” one commented. The other just shrugged. Matt looked at the girl with her face near the other’s ass and to his surprise she didn’t really look that much like Donna.
“Huh,” he thought.
Just then one of the bouncers came in, a tall black guy, “Your time’s up, sir,” he said politely in a deep voice, but Matt could sense that he would have limited patience with any client lingering once his money was gone. “You can pay for another show, go out and watch the girls dancing, or go home,” outlining Matt’s choices.
Matt had thought that he might be able to slow the gnawing inside of him, this mania to see his wife irrevocably turned into a lesbian, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it and wondering where it would end. His hunger now for that outcome was even greater, and he would have to plan out his next steps.
Chapter 7
“I’ve got to get dinner started,” Donna said. “Would you like to help?”
“Of course, dear,” Maribeth Williams said. “What kind of a best friend would I be if I couldn’t help you in a time of need?”
She began to tie back her long brown hair into a ponytail. “Now, should I hold the cow while you stun it, or do you want me to use the sledgehammer?”
“I found this marvelous butcher the other day, he kills the cow and cuts it into just what I need…isn’t that a timesaver?” Donna riposted back to her friend from college days. “I was thinking more along the lines of you just standing here in the kitchen and drinking a glass of the wine that I need you to pour for us both while I cook things here and there.”
“Oh…I can do that,” Maribeth responded. She opened the refrigerator door and took out a bottle of a German white wine.
“You know, you could have looked at the television screen on the refrigerator door to see if there was any wine in there, and exactly where it was located,” Donna said.
“Isn’t that what the door handle’s for?” replied Maribeth.
“Yeah, that’s what Caitlyn said when she first got here,” Donna laughed. “You’ll have to ask Matt why it’s $2,000 better with a camera.” Donna attended to preparing the vegetables for dinner, Harissa green beans with spiced chickpeas and feta.
As she snapped the green beans, she looked pensive.
“What’s up, beautiful?” Maribeth said, noticing the thoughtful look on her friend’s pretty face.
“I found some receipts from a place called Blushing Beauties in Matt’s pants the other day,” Donna confided to Maribeth. “I looked it up and it’s a Gentlemen’s Club. What is that?”
Maribeth sniggered. “Honey, that’s a strip joint. He’s going to watch women take off their clothes and dance. I can’t sugar coat it, I really can’t. That’s um, not good.”
“I can’t say I’m totally surprised,” Donna said to Maribeth. “He hasn’t been sleeping well, he’s very restless at night. I just know he’s got something on his mind.”
“Apparently,” Maribeth said. “You remember how my husband Jim used to be. I guarantee you, time will only improve him. And it’s a wife’s duty to keep her husband on the right track”
“I’m doing everything I can,” Donna replied. “He shouldn’t be distracted right now.”
The two women continued with their conversation and preparing the night’s dinner.
Chapter 8
Matt was perplexed. He had thought that exploring the idea of turning Donna into a lesbian – his own wife, converted into a woman loving, pussy licking, cunt eating slut – would salve the aching need in his dick, that when he came after watching her face diving into another woman’s hot, wet vagina, hearing her moan with pleasure as another woman fucked her tight pussy with a strap on, seeing her writhe in ecstasy as tremors of pleasure coursed through her beautiful body as soft and warm female lips pressed into hers for hours, he would be at peace.
He had thought that his need for his own humiliation would disappear even as his semen dried on his stomach, his now man-hating wife sneering contemptuously at him as she walked away, hand in hand with a beautiful woman, their body language together communicating the hot attraction that they felt now for each other, the wet, moaning sex that they would enjoy as their naked female bodies played together, both women gasping as they came, again and again, pussies slipping against each other, erect nipples between warm, soft and moist lips, tongues exploring tight, dark female assholes…
But something was missing. Yes, his immediate lust was slaked as he had watched Donna turn from loving him to loving and serving another – a woman, not even another man – but a woman, of all things, the perverted pleasure of homosexuality being practiced by his prim and proper, certainly 100 percent hetero wife, due to his own perversion in trying to have her seduced by women.
And the need always came back, the aching desire filling his cock, seeming to get worse over time. What was he doing wrong?
Then it hit him.
When he’d simulated Donna being seduced, it had been women who were paid to act like her, and act as though she were being seduced into becoming a hot woman lover. He had to actually do it, to put his sweet wife into a situation where she would be with a woman who wanted to fuck her because she was a woman, and where he could watch it happen.
Then he had a brainstorm. He would take her to a bar where a woman would pick her up and seduce her, without her knowledge. It sounded impossible, but there was one place that might happen. He had done his research on the Internet, finding just the spot where everything could come together to satisfy the ache in his crotch.
He would take her to Ethel and Marty’s, an adjacent town’s gay bar. Because the town was only of medium size, it was a bar for both the gays and lesbians of their community.
Donna would have no idea that it was a bar full of lesbians and gay men, and it might not look too weird with both sexes present. Plus, if he had tried to take her to a dyke bar – if there were even one around – he would stand out like a sore thumb, and might even get beat up. That wouldn’t work, but Ethel and Marty’s might be perfect.
He arranged to pick her up at a local mall and take her directly there. They both spoke very little on the drive over.
“This looks like a nice place, Matt,” she said when they pulled into the parking lot. “How come we never came here before?” she asked.
“I think it just changed over from something else,” he lied. “Anyway, this is a chance for us both to just let our hair down and relax, okay? I think we’ve earned it.”
When they entered, Matt was relieved to see that it looked quite normal, with a 50-50 mix of men and women, none of them looking overly strange. The only real difference was that there seemed to be more same sex couples than would be seen in the bars with which Matt was familiar.
Matt and Donna settled into a booth, people watching, as Matt ordered them both some of the fancy drinks that he’d heard about, but which neither had ever tried. After three “Sex on the Beach” drinks each, Matt, and of course Donna, were feeling quite relaxed, and even a little horny. Matt looked at each female couple, imagining that his wife was one of the women, cheating on him with a female friend, and his horniness grew, his cock growing with it.
A cute young girl in her early twenties approached their table. Matt had no idea what she was wearing, but there was definitely a top and some kind of jeans, along with colorful sneakers. Her hair was short like Donna’s, but a lighter brown. As for tattoos and piercings, the answer was yes, but it was beyond him what went where, just a number of small stones in her nostrils and ears and a ring in her lip, plus a little ball of metal on her tongue.
“That’s one of those things for oral sex…fuck,” he thought. He wondered how it would feel on his dick…or better, on Donna’s clit.
‘Hi,” she said, her eyes starting on them both, but gradually lingering longer and longer on Donna. Donna squirmed a little when she realized that the girl was looking at her boobs, but the alcohol was having its way with her, and Donna didn’t seem to have much hesitation in flirting with the girl.
“You seem so young to be in a bar,” Donna said.
“Well, thanks,” the girl said. “Maybe we high school girls better keep a low profile or they’ll throw us out.” Donna giggled at the implied compliment.
“I’m Donna, and this is my husband Matt,” she said. The girl smiled back, and took Donna’s hand on top of the table.
“Hi Donna, I’m Katy. You’re really cute, do you mind if I sit with you?”
Donna looked surprised. “Sure,” she said. “Are you with someone?” Donna was probably under the impression that Katy had a boyfriend wandering around somewhere. Matt hoped that she didn’t.
“I could be,” Katy said. “Maybe your husband has something to do?” It was a statement as much as a question.
“She thinks I’m bi,” Matt thought. “If it gets Donna with her, I can pretend to be.”
“I’m going to the bar to get another drink,” Matt announced. “Can I get you two refills?” He had no idea what Katy was drinking, but as it turned out it didn’t matter.
“I know the bar girl,” Katy said. “She’ll get Donna and me ours.” As she spoke, the server was already bringing the two women new drinks.
Matt slipped off and found a quiet place where he could watch Donna and Katy. As soon as Matt disappeared from view, Katy began chatting up Donna, gesturing and ‘accidentally’ touching and caressing Donna’s arm as she spoke – about what, Matt had no real idea, but he hoped that it included lots of compliments of how nice Donna looked, and smelled…everything that he thought he would say if he were a girl picking up another girl.
Katy’s intimate brown eyes had really captured Donna’s, her sweet blue eyes were fascinated by the eighteen year old girl. Katy reached in and stroked Donna’s soft cheek with the tips of her fingers, then running those fingers through Donna’s short brown hair, nails teasing her scalp. Donna seemed to shiver and move a little closer to Katy.
Katy boldly got up and slid right next to Donna, where Matt had been sitting moments before, probably telling her that she had something she wanted to whisper in her ear. Hopefully it was, “I want to fuck you.”
Whatever it was, as Katy moved her mouth close to Donna’s ear, using her finger to move Donna’s hair away, her warm breath slipped over Donna’s sensitive ear. Donna giggled and moved away, but only a few inches. There was no doubt in Matt’s mind that she was now interested and wanted to see how Katy would respond. Donna smiled at Katy, and Katy moved in again, her lips this time brushing over Donna’s ear.
Donna moaned and let her head slip back, exposing her throat to the seductive young lesbian. His sweet, prim wife Donna was allowing herself to be seduced by another woman!
“I’ve got to sit, or this boner’s gonna get me in trouble,” Matt thought. He found an empty booth that had a good view of his wife and her potential lover and sat. As soon as he did, a young guy in his early twenties slid in next to him.
“Hey, I’ve never seen you here before, you’re a nice looking hunk,” the man said. Matt looked at him disbelievingly, then he remembered that he was in a gay bar.
“Oh…thanks,” Matt replied. This was going to be sticky, he certainly didn’t have any interest in another man, but here he was sitting with his pants tenting out.
“Who’s your friend?” the man asked, looking at Matt’s crotch. Matt looked at him more closely. He was young, shorter and slimmer than Matt and rather effeminate – if it got dicey at least the guy was unlikely to be one to pound Matt senseless.
“Oh…uh, well…” Matt hemmed and hawed, unable to think of anything that could thread the needle between ‘go away’ and ‘stay here and give me cover while I watch my wife kiss some young chick.’ For kissing she was, Katy and Donna were just beginning a kiss that was almost chaste, like something a seventh grade girl would bestow on her nervous date.
“You like chicks, too, huh?” the guy said. “My name’s Terry. I love girls, but not in my bed…I don’t need the competition.” Then he got to the point.
“Anyway, that looks like a really nice piece of meat in your jeans, and I’d just love to relieve your stress at watching those two…”
“I don’t think-” Matt began.
“No, don’t think, honey,” Terry interposed. “If we were alone I’d be more than happy to just put my head down there and lick that sweet lollipop until I got to the sweet, creamy center, but how about I just use my hand? And if you like, you can return the favor, but you don’t have to…”
“…the tablecloth will hide it,” he reassured Matt.
Matt was about to object, but then it occurred to him that if he sat there masturbating by himself, he’d definitely get thrown out, but if one of the other patrons was ‘playing’ with him, he’d be okay. As he looked around, he realized that’s just what was happening at several tables.
At one table, a man of about 50 with grey hair, had his hand down the unzipped pants of a college boy, and Matt could even see flashes of the boy’s pink cock as the older man’s hand smoothly jacked him off.
At another table, two teenage boys, at least 18 or older, were with a man in his twenties. One boy was kissing the man, the other boy really did have his head in the man’s lap, his head rhythmically bobbing up and down as he expertly sucked his cock.
And at the table next to Matt and his impromptu ‘date,’ two college age girls were kissing passionately in each other’s embrace, one girl openly caressing the other’s full breast through her top, while the second girl had her hand under the other’s skirt, and by the movement of the fabric Matt guessed that she was fingering the first girl’s wet, hot cunt.
Startled by these revelations of the goings on at Ethel and Marty’s, Matt’s head snapped to where his momentarily forgotten wife sat with Katy. His wife and the young girl were kissing, as passionately as he’d ever seen his wife kiss, and her hand was rubbing Katy’s soft, warm breast through her thin top, until Katy’s hand expertly removed Donna’s hand from its caress to lead it under her blouse.
Donna moaned and shifted in Katy’s embrace, her hand rapidly and surely traveling up Katy’s body to her naked breast, unencumbered by a bra. Donna moaned again as she felt Katy’s stiff nipple against her palm. Their kiss increased in ferocity, tongues slipping in and out of each other’s mouth, a trail of warm saliva trickling down Donna’s chin. Matt noticed her legs parting and Katy’s slim, strong hand touching, at first, Donna’s knee on its determined way upward.
Matt was distracted when he felt someone tugging at his zipper, and honestly it was none too soon. Matt leaned back. If his wife was really going to be having sex with this girl, he could pretend that the knowing fingers caressing his steel hard penis were his own, or some girl’s. After all, Matt wasn’t gay, even if his most fervent wish was that his wife become gay.
And Terry was very good at stroking cock. In a situation in which nearly any random touch on his dick could set him off, Terry managed to bring Matt the most pleasure he’d ever felt from someone else’s hand – certainly better than any girlfriend or even Donna’s hand, when she could be persuaded to touch his cock – and all without actually bringing Matt to climax.
“I adore stroking your hot cock, man,” Terry whispered. “Maybe you’d like to continue this somewhere else, I can show you some more of what a pretty boy can do for you that a girl can’t…or won’t do.”
“It does feel really good,” Matt confessed. “Maybe…” He had no real intention of leaving with this kid, but he didn’t want him to stop, either. Matt returned his attention to Donna and Katy.
He couldn’t believe his eyes. Donna’s legs were spread wide, her skirt completely moved up on her stomach, her panties down to mid thigh. Katy had two fingers thrusting wetly inside his wife’s pussy while her thumb swirled expertly around Donna’s stiff, hot erect clit.
Donna was cumming, visibly and audibly cumming with this cute young girl finger fucking her, although she was garnering little attention from anyone but him, since all the other patrons were similarly engaged, whether male with male, female with female, or a few oddball male with female couples.
Matt was amazed that this kind of thing was going on, but he was very, very grateful that it was, and that his wife was so enjoying her interlude with a cute girl. At last his dream was a reality – still, there was something else it needed, but he couldn’t think what it might be.
Donna’s body trembled and she moaned, her mouth open in an O, a drop of saliva on her lower lip, unmistakable signs that she was orgasming, particularly the way her mouth sought out Katy’s to make her pleasure even greater, being kissed passionately by the young girl, the female, fucking her, her cum streaming down her creamy thighs. Matt had no idea that his wife could get so wet.
Still Terry stroked Matt’s dick, asking nothing more than that Matt keep him supplied with a hard, smooth and hot cock, now slimed with pre-cum pouring from his piss slit. Terry seemed to enjoy the slick texture of the slimy lubricant and as for Matt, it helped to prolong his pleasure.
Returning his attention to Donna and Katy, Matt was stunned to see his beautiful and chaste wife Donna, her bottom completely naked, her warm round ass cheeks and juicy split peach exposed to the world, kneeling between Katy’s slim thighs, her hands eagerly pushing them apart, the better to get at the girl’s smooth, bare pussy.
Donna’s mouth avidly kissed that deep red wet slit and puffy hot pussy lips, her tongue licking and lapping up the girl’s flowing clear pussy cream, inhaling the molten, musky scent of another girl’s cunt as she swallowed her feminine essence, greedily gulping down mouthful after mouthful of sweet woman slime.
It was too much for Matt. Terry’s expert stroking of his over stimulated cock, combined with the mental and emotional pleasure of seeing his innocent sweet wife seductively submitting herself to another woman’s sexual satisfaction, took Matt far over the edge of a cliff, like Coyote running off a cliff in a Roadrunner cartoon, figuratively treading air while he fell to a perdition created by his gross perversions of desired female homosexuality and now, even male homosexuality.
“Oh fuck!” Matt moaned, knowing he would burn in some earthly or spiritual hell, but not regretting for even a second the exquisite pleasure of watching his wife betray him with a woman, and the equal pleasures of being masturbated by an admittedly cute boy. His semen shot out in two long gouts of steaming, streaming white fluid, his piss slit feeling the hot coursing river of sperm, then one shorter stream of sticky white fluid, followed by a small bubbling flow, like the aftermath of a geyser at Yellowstone Park.
“Oh wow,” marveled Terry, his fingers still on Matt’s now softening cock. “Dude, you’ve got to get out more…that must be a month’s worth of jizz.” He looked at Matt.
“Look, dude,” I’d love to get together with you again and next time those hot streams of yummy cum won’t get wasted like that when they could be on their way down my throat…or if I like you enough, leaking out of my ass all of the next day. Here’s my cell number, call me, okay? I broke up with my boyfriend last month, and you look like somebody I’d like to get to know, whether we fuck or not.”
When Matt looked back at Donna’s table, she – and the young girl – were gone. He’d have to make his way home alone and figure things out.
Chapter 9
“Well, you saw it for yourself, Maribeth. He went to a gay bar and he let the boy jerk his penis and he spurted his stuff all over that table. It’s just like you said it was. I should have known you’d be right.” It was hard to tell exactly what emotion Donna was feeling just then.
“And the whole time he was staring at those two girls – those two lesbians – doing all sorts of things.”
“I have to admit, with our table in the corner, it was kind of hard to miss what was going on. And just how do you feel about it now?” Maribeth asked, looking at her friend closely.
Donna looked back at her coolly.
“There’s going to be a reckoning tonight,” she said. “I want you here when he gets home from the bar, okay?” She smiled. “I had a spare set of car keys, so that made taking his car too easy. Let’s see how he gets home.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” replied Maribeth, with perhaps a touch too much enthusiasm.
Chapter 10
“Dude, are you looking for your car?” The voice was young Terry, the beguiling gay young man who, admittedly, had brought Matt some expert pleasure in the art of jerking off.
“Yeah, I was parked right next to this phone pole and now it’s gone,” Matt said.
“Maybe you should call the cops,” Terry replied.
“Er, maybe,” replied Matt. He was wondering how he’d explain it to Donna, as it was becoming clearer to him that he hadn’t been watching Donna with another girl at all. His delusions were rapidly taking over his life. And in that case, explaining to his sweet, innocent wife why his car had been jacked from the parking lot of a gay bar in a neighboring town might be difficult.
“Well, if you need a ride, I can take you wherever,” Terry offered.
“You’d do that?” Matt said, surprised. He had always thought of homosexuality as some shadow world where people slunk around looking for furtive sex with strangers, not actually talking to each other like human beings. It was quite a revelation to Matt.
“Okay,” he added, surprising himself. Terry’s car was a beat up orange 1997 Subaru Legacy, with brown rust streaks on the hood and a side view mirror on the passenger side that was badly cracked. The motor was running roughly, sounding a little like a locomotive with asthma, but seemed to run okay otherwise – if you ignored the light blue smoke belching from the tailpipe whenever the car shifted gear.
“At least it’s clean inside,” Matt thought as he sat in the passenger seat. He wondered if the boy was going to try anything while they were driving, like putting his hand on Matt’s crotch, and for probably the first time in his life didn’t feel complete revulsion at the thought, although he reminded himself that he certainly wasn’t gay himself.
To Matt’s relief – or maybe disappointment – the boy did nothing but talk to him, and Matt relaxed as they drove, his interest growing in the boy’s story. Terry was Irish, and had come over to the United States as an infant. His mother having been an ex-pat American, Terry too was American, but when his parents both died two days before his 16th birthday, he’d been pretty much on the streets for the last 3 years. Just recently he’d gotten enough money together for a room, and had bought the car from an old woman’s estate.
His story struck a chord in Matt, who thought to himself that he’d see if there was a position at the business for the young man, something unskilled, no doubt, but at least something. When they arrived at the subdivision where Matt lived, he said, “You can let me out here.”
It was still blocks away, but Matt needed time to think about a story that he might tell Donna, plus he couldn’t see anything good happening if Donna saw the car and at some point in the future made a connection, perhaps seeing the car when Terry was – entirely innocently – working at the print shop.
Terry smiled and said, “You’ve got my number,” and as he was driving off, his phone – a cheap cell phone – rang.
“His old boyfriend, no doubt,” thought Matt.
Matt began walking.
Chapter 11
“Maribeth, what do you think? He spent all night staring at those two girls fondling each other, then he let a man play with his penis. Is this what you went through with your husband?”
“Now Donna, I told you when you came to me with your situation, that there was going to be a lot of drama involved with sorting everything out, and with finding the best solution for you,” Maribeth said. Just as she finished speaking, Caitlyn entered from the maid’s bedroom.
“Caitlyn, I’ve explained the situation to you, do you have any questions on your role?” Donna looked at Caitlyn expectantly.
“No, of course not,” Caitlyn answered. “I just would like to see this end happily for all concerned.”
“Well, maybe not all,” Donna said, “But most, anyway.”
The front door opened, and Matt walked in.
“The strangest thing happened,” he said, catching his breath.
“I didn’t hear your car,” Donna said. “Did you park in the street?”
“No – that’s the strange thing. My car was stolen, and I had to catch a ride with a stranger to get home,” he responded, not quite looking Donna in the eyes.
“Oh my goodness,” gasped Donna. “Stolen? Are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m okay,” Matt answered. “I guess I’ll have to file a report tomorrow.”
“Maybe you should file it now,” Maribeth suggested.
“Oh, hi Maribeth,” Matt responded. “No, I should calm down first.”
“Where was it stolen from…if I may ask,” said Caitlyn, a little timidly.
“Uh…from?” said Matt.
“Yes…where was the car when it went missing,” said Donna.
“Now…this sounds kind of like a third degree here,” Matt said.
“It’s a reasonable question…we’re just trying to help you refresh your memory for when you report it stolen to the police. They’re certainly going to want to know,” Maribeth said.
“Well, it was in a parking lot near a bar on 3rd Street, in Lynnhurst,” Matt said.
“I know that area,” Maribeth said. “There’s a gay bar there, but I don’t think there’s any other…was it by the gay bar?”
“I don’t know…it was called Ethel’s or something…”
“Ethel and Marty’s, that’s it,” said Maribeth. “Caitlyn, doesn’t your brother go there sometimes?”
“Yes ma’am, he does…he’s quite gay, but I love him just the same,” Caitlyn responded, smiling innocently.
“Wait, what?” said Matt, confused and wondering where the conversation was headed, but hopefully not inside the bar.
“Did you happen to see him…or rather, his car, since you’ve never met him? It’s an old beat up Subaru, orange and falling apart – his car I mean, not him.” She giggled, and Maribeth and Donna smiled at her.
“That’s a very good question, Matt – did you see his car by any chance? He might be a witness to the theft,” Donna said, her blue eyes intent on her husband.
“I can call him,” Caitlyn said, already walking toward her bedroom.
“No…c’mon, what are the chances?” Matt said in desperation. “I doubt this guy would know anything.”
“You poor dear, you really do need some sympathy,” Donna said. “Would you like a drink while we’re waiting?”
“Yeah, that’d be good,” responded Matt, his heart pounding. “Fuck!” he thought.
Donna poured him a triple scotch, the good stuff, a single malt, Glenmorangie Nectar D’Or that only rarely was pulled out. Donna found it telling that he didn’t object to her grabbing that one over the more common blended whisky next to it.
As he was sipping it, seated on one of the dining room chairs, Donna standing next to him, her fingers idly running through his still thick black hair, Caitlyn came out of her bedroom excitedly waving her phone.
“He saw the whole thing, he’s coming over now!” Her smile was wide and entirely genuine.
“Oh wonderful,” Donna said. “Isn’t that great news, Matt?”
“Uh yeah,” Matt responded as he chugged the neat Scotch down.
“Would you like another?” Donna asked prettily. He nodded, and Maribeth took the crystal tumbler.
“I’ll get it,” she said, grinning. She returned swiftly with more of the dark brown liquid, and Matt began sipping it, his expression approaching harried, instead of the more usual relieved look one might expect.
Finally, there was a knock on the door. “I’ll get it,” said Caitlyn, bouncing over to the door, her rear end looking particularly round and tight. Matt found himself staring at her butt, then remembered the company he was in as well as the circumstances, and guiltily looked away.
To his surprise both Donna and Maribeth were also looking at Caitlyn’s ass with particularly hungry expressions, and made no effort to hide them.
“Hi, Sis,” came a high-pitched, effeminate male voice that Matt recognized all too well.
“Hi, Terry,” said Caitlyn. “C’mon in.” The two walked back to the kitchen where Matt was still seated, the scene resembling more and more in his mind a long forgotten moment from his childhood when he’d been lectured by adults towering over him, as the three women and Terry were of course all standing now.
“Oh well, I survived those lectures, I’m a big boy now, I guess I can handle getting yelled at…” his stream of thinking began.
It abruptly came to a halt when Terry said, “Hi, cutie. Long time no see.”
“Oh no…” Matt began to say, trying anything really to shut the kid up until he could unveil a yet to be created excuse. But he never got the chance.
“Shut up, asshole,” a woman’s voice bellowed in his ear. He had expected Donna would be angry, but the real shock came when he realized it wasn’t Donna speaking.
It was Caitlyn.
“We’ve had enough of your little boy bullshit. My brother is going to speak and when he’s finished, we’ll decide what your punishment will be.”
Matt looked from Donna to Maribeth, then to Caitlyn, and all he saw was a strange confidence in the eyes of the three, brooking no nonsense, and then he really did feel like a little boy who was about to get the ass whooping of a lifetime.
“Go ahead, Terry,” Caitlyn said softly. Matt couldn’t help but notice Donna’s hand creep into Caitlyn’s, the two women holding hands and, not coincidentally, leaning familiarly into each other.
Terry proceeded to describe Matt staring at two young girls in the gay bar making out, and Matt’s quite noticeable erection.
“Did he say anything to you?” asked Caitlyn, taking the role of prosecutor. Donna looked up at her with an odd expression on her face, until he realized that it was something like pride.
But what could Donna be proud of? Her husband was in danger of being disgraced…
Then he realized that the occasion was a zero sum game. If he was losing here, someone else must be winning, and clearly Caitlyn, as prosecutor, was winning.
And Donna was proud of her for that? His heart began to sink in his chest at the realization. At the same time, there was a stirring in his penis…
“Not to me, exactly,” said Terry. “He kept mumbling something about ‘my wife’s a lesbian, it’s so fucking hot…’ and touching his cock – he had it out, and it was pretty nice – oops, sorry…”
“That’s okay, Terry,” said Caitlyn. “Go on.”
“Well, anyway, I jerked him off and man, he really shot his wad…sorry.”
“So, he was excited that Donna – his wife, here – was a lesbian, and he enjoyed letting you jerk him off?” Caitlyn said, her grasp of the situation, as well as her previously unseen dominant streak, quite apparent.
“Yeah, I guess, although neither of the girls he was staring at were you, ma’am,” Terry said, looking at Donna, who nodded.
Looking at the three women, Terry said “Did I do the right thing?”
“Yes, you did, Terry. Now we have to decide what to do with this thing.” The voice now was that of Donna, his wife. Her last two words left him seriously shaken. This was not going to come out well, at least for him.
“This thing.” The words conveyed contempt, disgust, distaste, loathing. And coming from his wife?
“Tie his hands,” Donna said, her words directed at Caitlyn.
“What is happening?” Matt thought. “What should I do?”
As though she had read his mind, Donna answered his thoughts.
“I’d advise you to shut up and accept what’s headed your way…and you may not find it entirely unpleasant, although you deserve the worst punishments we could think of, you detestable worm,” Donna said.
“Not entirely unpleasant?” he thought. Maybe there was hope yet…
“Will you do as I ask?” she said. “Will you accept your punishment?”
“Donna, I, I…”
“Shut the fuck up and answer!” This response was from Caitlyn. He noticed that her hand was around Donna’s waist, her hand on Donna’s ass. In spite of himself, he couldn’t prevent his body from answering for him.
“Look at his crotch,” Maribeth laughed. “He’s got a hard on,” she commented to Donna and Caitlyn.
“Would you like to see your wife turn into a lesbian, dickhead?” she said to him.
“How the fuck do I answer that?” Matt thought. “Of course I do.”
“Umm…” he sputtered.
“Terry, take his cock out of his pants, he looks so uncomfortable like that,” Caitlyn said.
Terry knelt by his side, and gently unzipped his slacks, working Matt’s erect penis through the piss slit of his boxers until it stood proudly before them all. Worst of all, Terry’s fingers were like exquisite silk stroking and caressing his cock, the boy’s touch so tender, gentle and stimulating.
“That’s answer enough,” Maribeth said. That’s when Matt noticed she had her phone out, taking pictures of Matt’s cock in another man’s hand. “And now you’d better do exactly as we say or these pictures are going to Donna’s father, and you’ll be out on the street.”
“I’ll do anything…please,” Matt begged. Everything was going downhill for him so fast.
“That’s a good boy,” Donna said. Then she kissed Caitlyn, the two women falling easily into an embrace.
Pulling away from Caitlyn, Donna said to Matt, “We’re going to take you to the bedroom. Since you want to see me fucking another woman, that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”
“No…no,” Matt quavered. Surely if she fucked one of the other women, he’d have something he could hold over her, and her threats to tell her father would be meaningless. Or at least, he hoped that would be the outcome.
And maybe she’d actually like it, and he could count on the two of them having threesomes some times, and that was a winning situation for him. After all, she had said that it would be ‘not entirely unpleasant.’ Of course she still loved him, she just wanted to make sure that he still loved her. That had to be it!
“I’ll do everything and anything you want, honey,” Matt said, his voice gaining strength.
“Good…I knew that you’d see reason. You want to stay with me, don’t you?” Donna’s eyes were steady on him. He summoned everything within him to answer.
“Oh yes, baby. Absolutely.” Matt had never meant anything more sincerely than he did then. Of course, facing losing his job, his wife and his reputation will have that effect on a man.
“Good,” she said. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” Matt thought that she meant the two of them, so he was more than a little surprised when Terry rose up with him, his soft hand still on Matt’s dick, and Caitlyn and Maribeth came too. All things considered, he decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and kept his mouth shut as they all trailed into the bedroom.
“You sit there,” Donna dismissed him. “Terry, take your hand off his dick for a bit and finish tying him, this time to the chair legs and arms.” By this point Matt was confused by both her directness and her determination. This was a side of his wife that he’d never seen, and he wasn’t sure that he liked it very much.
Terry set about tying Matt to the chair adequately enough to prevent Matt from making a quick getaway, though it’s possible if he’d been left alone with a few hours time he’d escape.
“Terry, you don’t mind making him feel good, do you?” Caitlyn asked her brother.
“No, I like Matt,” Terry said agreeably. “And he’s got a nice cock.”
“Why don’t you take off your clothes, too, so Matt can see how nice your cock is?” Donna suggested, shocking Matt. He didn’t like the sound of that at all. Terry grinned and began stripping down, at which point the three women in the room lost all interest in both men.
Chapter 12
“Donna, you’ve been so patient with Matt, you’re really much too good for him. Now it’s time for your friends show you the trust and intimacy that he obviously no longer has for you,” Maribeth said.
Tied to his chair, Matt marveled how women always seem to support another woman when they think she’s been wronged by a man.
Donna looked at Maribeth speculatively. Caitlyn had sat on the edge of the bed, smiling at the two women, watching events unfold now. Her hand was between her legs, absently stroking herself.
“What do you mean, exactly?” she asked her good friend slowly. It almost seemed to dawn on Donna that she had so much love to give, that Matt was rejecting. Perhaps…
“I’m saying that I love you, as a close friend. Why not let me show you how deep that love is…and can be? It’s going to free you from dependence on Matt, at least give you options that you won’t have with him.” She moved closer to Donna.
“You’re so beautiful, Donna, and you don’t know the effect that you have on other people.” As she spoke, her fingers casually caressed Donna’s bare arm, running from the back of her wrist up to her elbow, the tiny, light-colored hairs, almost invisible, standing up as Donna’s pulse increased.
“That feels so good,” Donna murmured, her body language conveying receptivity. Maribeth smiled at Donna.
“I like making you feel good,” she whispered. “Like this…” she leaned in, her soft, pink lips brushing against Donna’s smooth cheek, her warm, sweet breath racing over Donna’s skin, Donna’s breath catching in her throat as her excitement grew.
“Ohh, Maribeth,” Donna sighed, “don’t stop…ever.” Maribeth’s lips grew closer to Donna’s, and at some point the attraction was irresistible, their lips coming together, their breath shared, the other’s soft, feminine scent filling each woman’s nostrils, both women becoming more and more excited.
Their breasts and upper chests flushing deep pink, pupils dilating, breath rapid, pulses pounding, both women were finally in unspoken agreement that the person they really needed for complete happiness might not be that far away after all.
“Oh Maribeth,” Donna sighed. Maribeth moaned wordlessly as they easily moved into an intimate embrace, their clothed bodies hardly an encumbrance as each was aware of the sweet splendor of another woman’s body in her arms.
Maribeth’s hands slid up Donna’s arms, the warm, smooth and feminine feel of the aggrieved housewife’s skin intoxicating to Maribeth, who had for so long thought of her friend as more than just that. Soft sighs drifted from Donna’s throat as she savored the caring touch of another woman, her husband having been lost in a porn delusion for the last few years.
“Maribeth…would you…could you, could you touch me…intimately? It’s been so long since anyone caring held me…”
“There’s nothing I want more, darling,” Maribeth assured her. Then she kissed her, a soft application of lips to lips which quickly grew as their passion grew, each exquisitely aware that it was a woman whose body was pressed against her own, soft warmth, sweet fragrance of feminine flesh and desire, gentle sounds of pleasure from each.
Matt stared, his breathing shallow and rapid, only dimly aware that Terry’s hand was softly and slowly caressing his balls and stroking his rock hard cock. This, the real seduction of his wife, no longer a fantasy, was incredibly exciting. He almost felt as though he were having an out of body experience, looking down on the three women – two of them caressing each other, the third caressing herself – and two men, one stroking the immobile and bound other.
Maribeth continued kissing Donna, whose skin between her breasts was growing damp from perspiration as she grew more and more excited. Maribeth had a good idea of how Donna’s body was reacting to the tender ministrations from a woman she had grown so fond of over the years since high school.
As Maribeth’s tongue softly swirled in the saliva filled mouth of her soon to be female lover, her fingers were busily unbuttoning Donna’s blouse, until her top fell open revealing Matt’s wife’s sweet female body, smooth and flawless.
“Let’s get this off you,” Maribeth murmured, slipping the loose synthetic fabric off Donna’s tan shoulders, leaving her wearing only a bra above her waist. “Oh how cute your boobs are!” Maribeth exclaimed, her compliment ostensibly meant to distract Donna from the fact that she was methodically undressing her.
It also distracted Matt from noticing that Caitlyn was taking pictures of him being jerked off by Terry, and soon enough, pictures of him quite obviously enjoying a blow job from another man.
“Your breasts are so lovely…I must see them, see your sweet, perfect nipples!” Without waiting for a response Maribeth reached around Donna’s body, her arms encircling the cute young housewife to unhook her bra, the shoulder straps and side panels gratefully resting from encasing her body for hours.
Donna’s breasts were indeed beautiful, with only a little sag but perfectly round and unblemished, nipples pink and long, showing her excitement, areolas daintily small and pink, like those of a teenaged girl, though her breasts themselves were certainly those of a grown woman.
“May I?” Maribeth asked, but as before she just ploughed ahead without waiting for approval. Matt could see that she was determined that Donna would enjoy woman on woman sex that night, which left no room for hesitation. Her fingers closed over Donna’s breasts, her index finger and thumb squeezing nipple between them. When Donna sucked in her breath sharply, Maribeth eyed her friend’s expression, gauging the response to be an expression of pleasure, and abruptly pinched both nipples simultaneously.
Donna yelped and tried to pull away, then stopped, as an expression of wonder erupted over her face and she moaned, her thighs beginning to quiver. “Oh god…cumming,” Donna gasped in surprise and delight, her eyes closed, an expression that men would interpret as pain, a grimace, but which Maribeth knew to be a reflection of the unexpected deluge of pleasure that a total orgasm would bring to a woman.
She had relaxed her fingers on Donna’s nipples not at the moment when she first yelped, but only several seconds later, but now she gently caressed every part of Donna’s tremulous mammaries as well as her nipples, the tips of those fingers which had delivered wickedly sharp pain now providing soothing and healing pleasure.
“Oh god…what was that?” Donna sighed.
“You don’t know?” Maribeth answered her. “That was an orgasm.”
“Oh, I had orgasms with Matt…but they were nothing like that,” Donna responded.
“What did they feel like?” Maribeth asked her.
“Well, like when you get a shoulder rub or back rub, or scratch an itch…just a nice pleasant feeling. Isn’t it like that for everyone?”
“Oh honey, you’ve got so much to see in this technicolor world,” Maribeth laughed. “You’re like Dorothy in Kansas, everything for you has been black, white but mostly grey. I’m going to show you the pleasure of color! That’s what sex between two women is like, poor dear.”
Maribeth glared at Matt. “You should be horsewhipped for being so selfish, and such a bad lover, you stupid bastard. I’m going to enjoy turning Donna into a lesbian. She’s going to love eating pussy by tomorrow morning.”
Ignoring Matt, Donna spoke. “You mean what happened when you pinched my nipples – not the hurting part, though that was unexpectedly kind of nice – I mean my hips and legs shaking and gosh, like a warm river of the best feeling ever just flowing through me – that was what an orgasm’s supposed to feel like?”
At Maribeth’s grin, Donna grabbed Maribeth in her arms, her naked breasts pressing delightfully against her own, regrettably still clothed and with smaller boobs. “Oh sweetie, teach me,” Donna gasped, clearly buying in fully to her own seduction, as Matt could obviously see. He had to admit it was fantastic watching Maribeth steal his wife from him, expertly turning Donna’s anger at him into lust for another woman.
Distraction, though, comes so easily. Terry’s mouth was so fucking good on his dick…
Maribeth kissed Donna again, her hands roaming freely over Donna’s tits, no thought now of any possible rejection occurring, no matter how perverse the lessons might be. Donna was eager to feel more of the ecstasy that flowed from Maribeth’s fingers.
“Can I take off your top?” Donna asked, somewhat naively.
“Yes, please,” Maribeth responded demurely, her own pussy nearly gushing like a fire hydrant, anxious for them both to be writhing in each other’s naked embrace. Donna wasted no time undressing her friend and now mentor in all things sapphic, and her cotton blouse and lace bra lay limp on the floor as Donna’s eyes and hands admired Maribeth’s feminine treats.
“You can kiss them, and suck on my nipples, if you like,” Maribeth suggested to her student, such a quick learner in love, her hunger for affection never satisfied by a self absorbed, masturbating husband. Donna eagerly took each of Maribeth’s long brown nipples between her lips, suckling at her best friends tits like a much loved child, led into the wonders of female-female love.
Perhaps no longer needing instruction in responses that are so natural among women, Donna unbuttoned Maribeth’s slacks, then shimmied them down her legs, her panties easily coming along, the woman’s hairy cunt exposed to Donna’s wondering eyes, gleaming wetly, the woman’s soft, female fragrance, musky and hot, filling Donna’s nostrils.
“Lick it,” Maribeth coaxed Donna, her thighs moving apart to expose her wet pussy even more, enticing Donna to partake of the rich feast between her legs.
“Oh fuck!” gasped now forgotten Matt, wrapped tightly in his own homosexual tryst, as Terry swallowed his stiff, bobbing cock down to its base, his curly pubic hairs tickling Terry’s nose.
But in an unexpected turnaround, at the height of his need to explode, Matt found Terry suddenly abandoning his long pink pole, standing and presenting his own randy cock, fat red dick head pressed to Matt’s own lips. Overwhelmed by the desire for satisfaction, enflamed by the sight of his beloved, sweet wife submitting to lesbian pleasures as she eagerly accepted her seduction into the life of a dyke slut, and unable to stop the inevitable orgasm racing to its eruption inside him, Matt parted his lips, sucking in Terry’s bobbing penis, already covered with the boy’s oozing pre-cum slime.
Terry thrust deep inside Matt’s hot, wet oral cavern, his cock fucking his new lover’s mouth, spurting hot wads of his sweet, sticky white cum, the naïf Matt, unused to being a receptacle for another man’s lust, wildly swallowing Terry’s cum, but much of it dripping from the corners of Matt’s mouth and lips, his chin and cheeks like a scene from the most perverse of gay videos.
His own cock, tortured by the sexual havoc all around him, spurted long fountains of cum, leaping into the air like frisky albino dolphins, then falling back into his lap, soaking his thighs.
All the while, Caitlyn was photographing, then videoing the gay extravaganza that Matt was enjoying, smiling to herself at the way the early evening had turned out, the plan reaching its completion.
Maribeth and Donna paid no attention to Matt and Terry, deeply involved in their own lesbian lovemaking. From the sound of the satisfied slurping coming from between Maribeth’s thighs, and the sweet, clear cream coating her face by her mouth, it seemed clear to a Matt dimly returning to himself, that his wife was indeed now converted to a woman lover.
The only question remaining, was if there would be room for him in her life and her affections. Only time would tell, he thought, and he would do his best, obey her every instruction, meet her every demand, and follow exactly every order in order to restore something of the previous balance to their marriage. Otherwise he would lose his wife, his job, his life.
In a dark corner of his brain, he considered also the pleasures he would derive from watching Donna submit herself to other women, if she would let him watch. His cock, nearly fully expended by his release, gave a twitch of pleasure at the thought.
Minutes later, both couples – Maribeth and Donna, and Terry and Matt – recovering from their explosive orgasms, and making little attempt to clean up, looked at each other.
“I’ve reached a decision,” Donna announced in an unexpectedly clear and forceful voice.
“Caitlyn will be sleeping with me tonight in this bed. Matt and Terry will be sleeping together in Caitlyn’s old room. Matt, you will submit yourself to Terry’s desires – it’s the least you could do for him – while Caitlyn and I get to know each other much, much better.”
The use of the word ‘old’ in reference to Caitlyn’s bedroom wasn’t lost on Matt, his hopes sinking at any possibility of a complete reconciliation with Donna disappearing like fog under a hot sun. Still, the time he had spent with Terry hadn’t been completely unpleasant – the boy had some amazing abilities to please a man sexually. And if he should receive pleasure from Terry sucking his cock, or giving him a hand job – well, no one had to ever know, and it would be his word against that of a homeless gay man.
Chapter 13
Caitlyn and Donna sat in bed, gazing into each other’s eyes, Donna’s blue eyes filled with nearly as much love as Caitlyn’s green eyes.
“It worked so well,” Donna whispered. “Such a long, complicated plan, and it worked perfectly. You’re a fucking genius, no wonder I love you so much!”
“Your friend Maribeth deserves the credit, telling us what she did to her husband, and then helping you sell the idea of your lesbian conversion as recent, and something that he caused,” Caitlyn replied.
The two women kissed, a long, gentle kiss that in no way reflected the passion that they would display for each other, and that they had held for each other for several years.
The two women had met only days after Donna had been wed to Matt, when the young married couple on their honeymoon had entered a small Irish family restaurant, and a beautiful redheaded Caitlyn, on vacation from college and waitressing for her father, had taken their order, but not before both women were struck almost speechless by the mysterious attraction that each of us hopefully feels at least once in our lives, falling desperately and instantly in love at first sight.
It might have gone seemingly unrequited by each, if not for their chance meeting in the small washroom, where first Donna had gone, and then seconds later an unknowing Caitlyn, in an effort by each to achieve a solitary release of desire and pleasure.
Chapter 14
“Unnh,” Donna moaned as she sat on the sparkling clean toilet, her jeans around her ankles, panties at her knees, her fingers thrusting in and out of her already wet pussy, as she imagined herself kissing the amazingly beautiful Irish lass who had just taken her nervously rendered lunch order.
She could imagine the girl’s soft, warm lips pressing against hers, feel Caitlyn’s breath touching her cheeks, hear the young college girl’s soft sighs and moans of pleasure as their bodies came into contact for the first time, smell her freshly shampooed hair and the soft, subtle musk of the girl’s excited passion…
…and Donna wondered, for the first time, what it would be like to be between another girl’s legs, to gaze upon her garden of delights, to sink to her knees and worship more faithfully her moist fountaining rapture…
Suddenly the door burst open, Donna caught in mid-fuck, Caitlyn halted by the sight of the beautiful brunette bride, her legs spread wide, her neatly trimmed pussy gaping under the assault of two fingers. The air of the clean, small and sweetly decorated room was filled with Donna’s heated musk, her pheromones ripe and so alluring to the Irish lass who only days before had been considering which boy of several she would take for a boyfriend.
But thoughts of any males were quickly banished, when Caitlyn looked up to see the need, the yearning, the instant surrender in Donna’s sweet blue eyes.
“Oh…I’m so sorry!” Caitlyn whispered, her eyes fixed on the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen, the hot pink pussy of the young woman who had caught the redheaded waitress’s eyes as she took the lunch orders of her and her dull husband.
For her part, Donna sat, mouth agape as she quickly considered what would be the biggest turning point of her young life, bigger and more meaningful even than the wedding she had just experienced only days before. She had married Matt, thinking that the pleasant attraction she’d felt to his amusing personality was something like love, but she’d been blindsided only moments before when her heart turned over simply at the sight of the gorgeous Irish lass.
She should simply cover up, turn away, and the girl would leave, a simple embarrassing incident that both would quickly forget to return to their lives.
Or, she could roll the dice although the odds were vastly against success, and somehow let the girl know that she was having a profound effect on Donna, and see where it took her.
And as Caitlyn teetered, her balance forward but muscles straining to pull her back, away from the intense attraction before her that was reeling her in like a comet drawn to its sun, her mind was aswirl with the same choices, neither woman aware of the frenzied thoughts of the other – that is, until their eyes met.
Donna’s sky blue eyes, normally conveying cool deliberation but slightly unfocused now, and Caitlyn’s intense emotional green eyes locked into a tight focus that shut out an entire world that was not these two.
Only dimly aware of her actions, Caitlyn closed the door quietly behind her, stepping forward and falling to her knees, their eyes on a level now, their lips on a level, then meeting in a quiet passion that conveyed an emotional communication and understanding that both had unknowingly ached for, for a lifetime, but had never dared acknowledge,
Warm feminine lips meeting hers, Caitlyn sighed at a pleasure that floated through her body downward, like a slip of paper speaking of one’s love leisurely wending its way through a quiet spring day from a 30 floor skyscraper directly and finally to the hand of a waiting lover on the sidewalk below.
Donna felt that pleasure, her arms reaching out to embrace this amazing girl supplicant before her, and as they fell into each other’s arms they pressed cheeks together and both said at the same time, “I’ll never leave you,” then laughed at the coincidence and the amazing chance that could ever happen, and the briar patch they both knew they would now have to travel, separately or together.
They pulled away from each other, only a few inches, but the parting feeling like miles to them both. “I love you,” Donna said.
“I love you, too,” replied Caitlyn, “but how is this happening?” Donna shook her head, she had no idea, it wasn’t her idea, it wasn’t Caitlyn’s…it just was, as both realized.
“I’ll have to get back to my husband, but I don’t want to leave you…ever,” Donna pleaded, as though Caitlyn could change the world for her.
Caitlyn would have happily murdered Matt at that moment for coming between her and Donna, but her good feminine sense overcame her Irish emotion.
“I’ve got to get back to my work too, or else you’ll starve,” she laughed lightly and Donna smiled, but both knew there was a magnificent and oh-so-long story to be told that featured them both.
“Can you get free of your husband? Will you even be in our town much longer?” Caitlyn said, praying that something would be provided by the loving goddess who brings together true lovers.
“Tonight, when he’s asleep, I’ll come to you…we can make plans then,” Donna said. “We’re staying at the King’s Rest Inn, meet me…where?”
Caitlyn quickly described a garden bower of the Inn, out of sight of others, especially at a late hour, and Donna nodded.
As Caitlyn rose, Donna said, “Wait,” then offered her two still wet and warm fingers, covered in her sweet, fresh feminine cream. Caitlyn took them in her hand, like sacred relics, sniffing them, then inhaling deeply, smiling sweetly, then parting her lips to allow the two fingers to slip inside her mouth, her tongue tasting and eagerly lapping Donna’s cunt cream, as Donna sighed, both girls cumming, ecstasy filling their bodies as for the first time of many they would pleasure each other.
The two women mutually experienced in short order the most amazing and satisfying orgasms of their young lives, and when Caitlyn stood, lifted up her white rayon waitress uniform skirt and pulled her simple pink bikini panties down, then pressed her dripping slit to Donna’s eagerly opening mouth, they both knew that a bond was being forged that no one else – certainly no man – would ever break.
At that midnight rendezvous, they reached even greater heights of pleasure, all without removing any clothes (well, hardly any) and set forth their master plan to make the future theirs alone.
The machinations that they would both involve themselves to get Caitlyn over to the United States were long and involved, but nothing that two women in love couldn’t handle when the love of this life was at stake. Donna was certain that her self-involved husband wouldn’t remember the waitress that he had only seen for a few minutes on their honeymoon, and she was proved right, though Matt would never find out the truth.
Chapter 15
“I wondered if we were insane, dearest Caitlyn, that afternoon in the washroom, not even knowing anything about each other, but knowing that we had met our once and future loves.”
“I suppose we were,” Caitlyn laughed. “But everything in the world conspired to bring us together. You bringing me over as a ‘random’ young Irish girl hired to serve as the family maid, my brother adopted from my mother when she was a girl and his adoptive parents both passing here in America, leaving him in need. Our plan to subliminally convince your husband that he needed to see you become a lesbian-‘
“-Matt not realizing that I was a lesbian from the very moment I first saw you!” Donna interjected.
“Yes, and it all coming together, the speakers in the mattress every night, softly, quietly and repeatedly whispering to Matt over long months of his desire to be cuckolded – not by a man, but by a woman – subtle reinforcements of his growing delusions, the need to separate from him without anyone else, especially your father, knowing it, leaving Matt with Terry as his future mate – though he doesn’t yet realize it – and you and I free to be together for all time now,” Caitlyn laughed.
“Though fortunately with you as our maid we had numerous opportunities for you and I to ‘dust each other’s furniture,’ my love, so to speak,” Donna agreed.
“Perhaps you’d like to join me in a mutual celebration of our special womanly love for each other, as your Matt consoles himself with his dick in your brother’s asshole?” Donna suggested.
“You know what I like best,” Caitlyn said, “speaking as you were of assholes…”
Donna grinned. “Get on your stomach, you dyke slut,” she mock ordered her lovely and so sexy female lover, then pulling her lace panties down off her milky white, perfect and round ass, using her fingers to separate those lovely cheeks and admire the perfectly pink and tiny slit hiding there, an opening with which Donna was very familiar and which she never tired of being close to.
Caitlyn pulled her thighs close to her body, raising her delightful round ass high up off the bed, parting her bottom cheeks and exposing both her tasty anus and her extremely juicy and deliciously excited pussy. Donna leaned in, licking that wet and glistening peach, Caitlyn’s sweet cunt cream the most wonderful confection that Donna had ever tasted, her hot female scent as intoxicating as the most expensive and elegant perfume ever conceived..
Donna’s tongue skating along and over Caitlyn’s plump pink pussy lips, her clear cream dripping from her labia in its abundance, Caitlyn shivered with pleasure, cumming instantly at the familiar touch of Donna’s tongue there, her soft sighs and moans like the sweetest music to Donna’s ears, her own pussy dripping with anticipated pleasure in response, her clitoris buzzing with desire and need for Caitlyn’s own talented, loving tongue teasing her.
She lapped contentedly there for long minutes, Caitlyn shivering happily each time, hips wriggling, soft bottom moving in time with her pleasure, until Donna could no longer deny herself the other pleasures to be found there.
“I’ve missed tasting your delicious ass, darling,” Donna cooed. “It peeks at me so shyly, but I think it wants the attention of my warm and wet tongue, don’t you think?” She grinned at her beautiful lesbian lover.
“Are you going to lick my dirty asshole, baby?” Caitlyn responded in a little girl voice.
“Yes, sweetness, I’m going to fuck my long tongue deep inside your ass through your pretty pink and tight opening, tasting all the wonder of you. Then when you’re nice and wet and your dark hole is loose and relaxed I’m going to fuck you within an inch of your life with the strap on you love while I tease your pretty little clit with my fingers.”
Caitlyn shivered, this time in anticipation of the numerous orgasms they’d both enjoy together on this, the first night of their new life together forever…and Matt’s too.
Chapter 16
Donna woke up at 5 AM, and made her way to the kitchen to make coffee. After all, as she had discussed with her father, she would be starting her first day at the print shop to begin taking over the reins of the business from him – something that she had somehow forgotten to mention to Matt, who had believed he would eventually take over.
“He’s probably going to be a little disappointed about that,” she thought, then shrugged. She’d prefer to have him around for a few years, “just window dressing,” she thought, “until Caitlyn and I have control of the company.”
As to what would happen to Matt after that, she thought that Terry seemed like a sweet boy. Caitlyn had enquired if there might be a position for him at the printing plant, and she had replied that he would make an interesting boss for Matt, and perhaps the two of them would grow into a couple…
Donna quietly looked in to Caitlyn’s old room where Terry and Matt were ensconced. They were naked, sleeping quietly in each other’s arms, drying semen on both men’s lips. Donna quietly shut the door.
“Well, it looks as though Matt is getting to know his new supervisor at the plant very quickly,” she thought, then opened the cabinet to take down the bag of Blue Mountain coffee.
“We all really should celebrate things,” she thought, then smiled.
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