The Seductress

The Seductress

Their tenant toys with the secret bisexual longings of a beautiful woman. And her husband.

I chose Lesbian Sex as the predominant theme of this one, even though it contains scenes of gay and straight sex too. Please enjoy and leave me your comments at the end.

Joanna Rippon brushed back her long dark hair, looking at herself in the mirror, thinking about the attractive tenant she and her husband were now hosting in their small AirBnB apartment, an expensively converted garage behind their house. Michele, who happened to be an old friend of her husband, had moved in a few months earlier. She was a very good-looking, interesting young woman who had a very permissive sense of fashion -- in fact, let's face it, she was kind of slutty, and dressed pretty much like a hooker. Joanna didn't think her husband had ever dated her but she wasn't sure. Even though it had to be said, Michele was extremely alluring in her micro skirts or hot pants, dark tights and, well, the way she confidently showed off her killer body. Nobody could miss her huge, beautiful boobs and her curvaceous ass. Would her husband ever have dated a woman like that? She didn't think so. Steve was staid and unadventurous, so it seemed unlikely he would have slept with such a skank.

Joanna put on a bra, adjusting it to support her grapefruit-sized breasts. She was proud of her body. She worked hard at the gym and it showed. She was particularly proud of her boobs, which men had always complimented her on. Even as she approached her 34th birthday, she was happy that they were still high and firm. Not as large or in-your-face as Michele's, of course, but a nice size for her frame, and firm enough that she could go without a bra. She went to her panty drawer and grabbed some sensible cotton panties. Then she paused for a second, dropped them back in and instead selected a racy, purple thong with lace trim which she knew was impractical, but she liked that it felt wickedly sexy between her buttocks. There was nothing wrong with a married woman feeling a little bit sexy and wearing naughty undies now and again, was there? She picked out her long, floral summer dress and stepped into it, knowing that it flattered her lithe figure, and adjusted the stretchy waistband so it sat just above her hips, then she twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the way the flowery material flared out. She was definitely feeling sexy this morning, she thought, as she sat to apply her makeup. She smiled as she reached for her most seductive red lip gloss. What the hell, her naughty, flirty mood required slutty lips, and that's that.

She thought again about her fascination with Michele. At just 24, she was a decaade younger than Steve and herself. Just a girl, really. She'd seemed a bit lost when she approached Steve two years earlier when they became re-acquainted, but she'd managed to get a qualification as some sort of counsellor. They'd been looking for a longer term tenant in the Little House (that was the most creative name she and Steve had been able to come up with), so Michele had shown up at the perfect time, and now she ran some sort of therapy sessions out of the newly built unit. She seemed to be doing quite well, judging by the steady flow of clients who came and went during the day.

Mostly men, though, which was interesting. Wouldn't a female therapist have mainly female clients? Joanna wondered for the hundredth time exactly what went on in there. Maybe she could pump Michele for some information when she went over there this morning. She collected the weekly rent every Monday, which Michele always paid in cash. That was another intriguing detail. Joanna's husband Steve left the accounting up to her because being an accountant was her job. She kept the books for a local haulage company while Steve, who seemed to be frequently in between jobs, was seeking new employment.

Joanna liked the feel of the dress swishing on her naked buttocks as she walked over to the Little House. It was fun to wear naughty underwear at work, and she experienced the usual little thrill of nervous excitement at the prospect of seeing what Michele would be wearing this week.

Michele's eyes widened when she answered the door and saw how nicely put together Joanna looked.

"I love it when you dress up for me," she teased with a smile as she let Joanna in. Michele was wearing her trademark black stretchy knit miniskirt which eagerly hugged the shapely curves of her ass, and a short sleeved white top through which Joanna could clearly see her sheer black bra struggling to contain Michele's bountiful breasts. Her nipples were clearly visible, and Joanna envied her self-confidence being able to dress like that. She was a very sexy woman, Joanna mused to herself. Extremely attractive in the slutty sort of way that men liked.

"I didn't dress up for you, silly," Joanna replied, "I'm off to work, as you well know." She was blushing furiously. Why did Michele make her so uncomfortable? Was she was flirting with her? And where did she get off making such a presumptuous comment? It wasn't as if she'd been thinking about Michele when she got dressed so carefully that morning, was it? Well, OK maybe she had been, actually, but only because there was something so compelling about their excitingly cool tenant. Joanna watched the interesting way Michele's breasts moved as she turned, and the full roundness of her curvy bottom filling out the knitted material of her skirt. She was so sensual... so alluring... so seductive. She had a tattoo of a bare-breasted mermaid on her forearm. Joanna couldn't take her eyes off her. She was such a sexual being. Somehow Joanna's heart rate was higher than usual and her face felt flushed.

"Here you go," Michele said, handing her the usual sheaf of twenties. Where did she get her cash from? Joanna was trying to formulate a question when Michele said matter-of-factly, "I'm surprised you wore a bra with that dress, Joanna."

"Oh, what? Well, I..." Joanna felt flustered but also flattered that Michele had been checking her out, "Do you think that I don't need one? I mean, that the dress, um, you know, doesn't need one?"

"Well, you have a great figure -- I'm sure you could get away without wearing a bra. You're boobs are so nice and firm, and yes, that dress would look much better without one."

"Um, thank you," stammered Joanna, blushing furiously. Somehow the warmth of her embarrassment seemed to have travelled down between her breasts to her core and was settling in her crotch. Michele put her hand on Joanna's shoulder, letting her fingertips caress the other woman's neck. It was a careless gesture, but also a very intimate one, and Joanna could feel her body responding unbidden in a sexual way. She'd never had feelings for other women ever, but somehow Michele always managed to push her buttons and she found it secretly thrilling. Having a highly attractive, sexy young woman flirt so boldly with her was exciting.

"But I don't know if you realize that the clasp is visible at the back, down here," Michele went on, tracing her fingertips down between Joanna's shoulder blades to tug at the strap of her bra. Joanna shivered at her touch. "Come on, let's see what it looks like without it. Turn around."

Joanna obeyed unthinkingly, letting the other woman unhook her bra. She struggled for a minute trying to extricate the bra straps from the dress, then thought what the hell, and shrugged the dress and bra forward so it fell to her waist, exposing her bare breasts. She was very conscious of Michele eying her closely as she pulled her arms from the bra straps and removed it, then bravely turned to face her. Michele's eyes raked appreciatively over the shape of her naked breasts, causing Joanna's nipples to stiffen and swell.

"Wow, so pretty," Michele said, trailing her fingers down Joanna's arm, "Such nice, firm tits. Steve is so lucky to have those beauties to cuddle up to at night." Joanna was becoming increasingly embarrassed and flustered at the younger woman's flirtatious intimacy. She pulled her shoulder straps back up, intending to stalk out, but instead she presented herself to Michele, allowing the younger girl to look critically at her braless boobs even though she knew her nipples must be showing through it.

"Nice," she said simply, "You look good."

"But can I go to work like this, with no bra?" Joanna asked sincerely,

"Oh yes, most definitely. You can. And you know I would." Michele laughed prettily, stepping closer and smiling as she let her hand drift down to the small of Joanna's back where she rested it for a minute. "You're a very attractive woman. Don't be afraid to show off your beauty."

* *

Joanna had to hurry back to the house for a number of reasons. She needed to run up to her bedroom to hide the cash and put her bra away before she headed off to work. She was probably going to be late -- she had taken extra time and care getting ready that morning, and now Michele's flirtation had made her even later, not to mention as horny as hell. She flung her bra on her bed and looked at herself in the mirror. Were her nipples showing through? Yes, they were, but maybe that was OK. Perhaps she could show off her femininity a bit more at work. Be proud to display her breasts, like Michele was.

She went to the bedroom window from where she could look down at the Little House. There was no sign of Michele anywhere. Good. So she wouldn't be able to see her doing this, Joanna thought, as she deliberately lowered the top of her dress again, baring her breasts right by the window. She was suddenly incredibly horny, and the daring exhibitionism was intense. Michele would only have to glance up to see Joanna standing there topless and horny. Below the level of the windowsill, though, she wouldn't be able to see that the dress was already in a puddle around Joanna's feet, nor that her hand was making its way downwards, diving into her purple Victoria's Secret panties. Joanna closed her eyes as she let her fingertips play languidly over her light, fluffy pubes and caress her tingling clitoris. Mmm she needed this, she thought, slipping deeper into her panties to caress her labia, then dipping in between her thighs to seek the slick wetness of her pussy. My god she was so wet. What on earth had happened in there with that sexy, sexy woman?

She'd never told anyone, even Steve, that she found Michele so fucking hot. It turned her on fiercely every time she spoke to her. A moan escaped her lips as she slid a finger inside herself, then dragged it up her cleft to encircle her engorged clit, wetting it liberally with her juices. Damn she was so turned on. Michele had somehow bewitched her, and now she was going to be so fucking late for work.

But she didn't care. Her mouth opened slightly and her inner lips parted for her exploring fingers as she started to pleasure herself. Jesus, it felt so-o-o-o good. Her free hand came up to cup one breast and she played with the nipple, sending pleasure searing through her body like a bolt of electricity. She knew that Michele only had to look up at the bedroom window to see her like this -- quite obviously masturbating and making no attempt to hide what she was doing. The thought of Michele seeing her with her head thrown back in ecstasy, playing with her erect nipples like this flooded her aroused body with lust, and she cried out as an orgasm flowed through her like a tsunami, making her legs tremble so much that she had to sit down on her makeup stool.

* *

"I'm concerned about so many men going into the Little House," Joanna said to Steve that night. "I mean, she's your old friend, right? Can you talk to her? I don't want the neighbors to think we are running a brothel or something. Maybe try to get a feel for what's going on. Why are so many of her clients men? It would be different if they were women, but I'm worried me might get reported to the police or something."

"OK, I'll talk to her," he said. A frisson of excitement ran through him at the thought of being alone with Michele. Something wildly inappropriate was very likely to happen whenever he was alone with this incredibly hot succubus.

Steve hadn't told his wife the full truth about Michele. They had in fact been lovers on and off for a year before Steve married Joanna, and he knew that Michele hadn't really forgiven him for dropping her. But he'd had no choice, for goodness sake. At the time he felt he had to break it off with Michele. She was too unstable to be a good wife, on top of which she was a nymphomaniac, totally unable to give up other men, even when they had been dating quite seriously for a while.

On Wednesday afternoon he resolved to go over there and have a discussion. Joanna was right, that the steady stream of well-dressed men in BMWs and Range Rovers who tended to be Michele's clients looked suspicious. And with good reason. He had an idea that Michelle might even be selling services of a much more intimate nature over there.

Joanna was at work, so at about two o'clock, he opened the door and stepped into the afternoon sunshine to go over to the Little House. He stopped suddenly and watched as a man came out. He was about 40 with a stylish haircut, dressed in business casual attire, and was doing up the last button on his white shirt as he cheerfully went out of the gate, not noticing Steve. Steve felt annoyed that Michele was abusing their hospitality in this way. He tried to think how to approach her, but Michele was always so persuasive. It would be a difficult conversation, but he would stay firm. She couldn't keep doing this.

"Hi baby!" Michele greeted him cheerfully when he knocked on the door. She was wearing a pleated miniskirt with bare legs and feet, but his eyes went immediately to her almost transparent top, under which he could clearly see that her large breasts were unhindered by a bra. Her big dark nipples were squashed obscenely against the sheer material.

"Don't call me that!" he hissed as he stepped inside the door.

"Why not?" Michele asked engagingly, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him on the mouth while closing the door behind him, "Still haven't told that pretty wife about the two of us?"

"Look, I've come to talk about the men who are visiting, Michele. It doesn't look good."

"Are you jealous?" she said, pushing him backwards until he sat down heavily in the velour armchair, "... and if so, are you jealous of them, or of me?" she laughed attractively, shaking back her long auburn hair, then swung a leg over his thighs to kneel astride him on the chair facing him, her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back into the recliner. Damn she was a sexy woman. He always had so much trouble resisting her. In fact trouble always seemed to follow her around, which was the main reason he'd broken up with her, if he was honest.

He looked down at her big breasts, thrusting obscenely against her top. She was so sexual and yet so enviably free spirited. Her little skirt rode up as she straddled him, baring her strong bronzed thighs and exposing her skimpy pink panties. There was a noticeably darker wet spot between her legs that had turned the pink of her undies to a red wine color.

"You dumped me for that hot wife of yours, and what? Now I'm supposed to be celibate?" She was breathing hard, but he couldn't tell if she was angry or aroused. Perhaps both. She leant forward and pressed her mouth to his again, her hair falling around his face. Her perfume was sweet but her breath smelled of cock, so now he was pretty sure she had indeed just had sex with the guy who he'd just seen leaving. She stopped kissing him to resume her tirade.

"You got married and left me like a cheap whore -- but you like that, don't you? You like the idea of me being a slut and fucking other men, don't you?" She put her hands down in between them to unbuckle the belt of his jeans and released the button at the waistband. He could feel his arousal growing hotly in his pants but was helpless to do anything about it as she aggressively unzipped him.

"Have you any idea the number of cocks I've sucked with these lips?" she asked breathily in his ear, then she pressed her open mouth to his again, kissing him hotly and pressing her wet panties down on him. The idea of her slutty mouth sucking cock then kissing him like this was a huge turn on for Steve. With a moan of resignation he opened his mouth to accept her tongue, and he kissed her back, sucking her slutty tongue as if it were a slippery little cock.

"You're crazy..." he managed to blurt out between kisses, "Crazy with a filthy mind..."

"Yes, I'm a dirty girl, but you like it. I know you do. When we kiss, do you think about how many men's cum I've taken in my mouth and slurped up with this tongue, baby?" She pushed her tongue into his mouth again, letting him dwell on how erotic it was that he was kissing the same lips and tongue she'd sucked so many hard cocks with. She'd most likely just sucked off the guy who he'd seen buttoning his shirt. He grunted with arousal as she pulled down the front of his pants to release his very hard member. He wanted her mouth down there, despite his marriage vows. She was a consummate seductress. He felt powerless.

"Did you just fuck that guy?" he asked, reeling from a heady mix of jealousy and arousal. He couldn't think clearly. She ground herself against his achingly hard cock so he could feel the wet heat of her moisture even through her panties.

"If I had, do you think I would have made him wear a condom?" she giggled, "... or just let him cum inside me?" She was teasing him. She knew how much he loved the thought of having sex with another man's load inside her. "Just think how creamy that would be, baby." She kissed him again, harder this time, letting him taste her. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Swooning with desire, he imagined the male sex juices in her mouth, mingling with her saliva. "The answer to the question is no, I did not," she panted, breaking the kiss once more. "That's right, baby. He literally just fucked me and came inside me. I'm full of his cum because you arrived before I had a chance to shower. Just pulled on my panties. But I know you like that, you dirty boy. Now you'd better take your jeans off unless you want me to cream all over them -- how would you explain that to Joanna?

Steve was terrified that Joanna would discover his secret affair and -- worse -- the latent bisexual desires that Michele understood so intimately. He lifted up obediently and shoved his jeans and underwear down to his knees, releasing his incredibly hard cock so it slapped against his stomach. She moved up to press the moist gusset of her panties against it and squirmed herself against him, breathing hard. She was very turned on and so was he. Steve had already lost his battle for control as she skillfully controlled him, ramping up his sexual desire until he couldn't think straight.

"My naughty little panties have strings at the side," she whispered in his ear, "why don't you undo them, baby?" the request seemed so innocent but was anything but.

Again he did as she suggested. As if in an erotic dream, he slid his excited hands up under her skirt to seek the ties at her hips and he pulled them both, letting her indecently tiny panties fall off. He felt the wetness immediately on his rock hard erection. Cum was dripping from her vagina and she pressed it down generously onto his shaft, sliding it up and down, wetting his erection with a copious flood of warm sexual juices.

"Remember that I'm the only one who really knows what a dirty boy you are. Your wife doesn't know all your dirty, kinky fantasies, does she? But I do," she went on, grinding herself against him, "I'm so messy in there, but you love it, don't you?"

She reached down and guided the swollen head of his cock in between the lips of her vagina, then sank all the way down on him in a single graceful movement. He felt the incredibly hot, delicious slipperiness of her semen-lubricated love tunnel surround his erect sex as she buried his cock deep inside her, all the way up to the hilt. Creamy fluid dripped down his shaft to coat his balls. It was exquisite. She mashed her mouth to his and stayed still, just sitting on him. He wanted her to finish him by pumping up and down on his cock, but instead she remained immobile, her thighs trembling slightly with the effort of kneeling over his body. They could both feel the pulses of his cock throbbing with pleasure deep inside her. He was close, very close. He filled his hands with the soft globes of her gloriously large boobs and closed his eyes to savor the moment.

"Don't cum yet, baby," she said. "I have a favor to ask. I have a client..." she was panting with arousal now as she struggled to hold back her climax and his, her breasts rising and falling with her breathing. "He has very similar fantasies to you. He really wants to taste cock, just like you. He wants to have sex with other men -- and suck them off -- like you do, and you know how fucking hot I think it is to see two men together." She moved up slightly then sat down again, making Steve gasp with unreleased tension. "I told him I could make his dreams come true. And maybe yours too. Mmmm baby, feel all that lovely cum all over your cock."

He could definitely feel it, cascading wetly down over his balls and between his legs into the crack of his ass. The soft fabric of the chair would be ruined, but fuck it, it felt sublime. And Michele's dirty talk was driving him over the top. He'd always harbored latent bisexual fantasies, and Michele knew it. She knew every one of his dirty, kinky, unfulfilled cocksucking desires. In the instant before his orgasm hit he questioned the biggest decision of his life. He could have fulfilled them all if he'd stayed with her, but she was too crazy, so he'd married staid, sensible Joanna instead and given up this fucking amazing sex, along with the chance of fulfilling his hot, gay sex fantasies.

But maybe now... "Oh God!" With a grunt of pleasure he ejaculated, pumping what must have been a gallon of cum into her, triggering her own climax.

"Oh yes babe, cum, darling, cum inside me. Fuck!" she mumbled incoherently, "Spurt all your cum into my pussy with his. Taste his cock in my mouth." She mashed her lips to his as they clung to one another in orgiastic bliss, their sex organs locked together in a dance as old as time.

"Mmm, stay there, stay right there," Michele commanded as their breathing slowed and they gradually returned from their combined orgasm. His erection wasn't subsiding, and she rocked gently against him, getting them both aroused again. With a flourish, she pulled her top up over her head, freeing her generous boobs which bounced as they fell onto her chest. He'd always loved her gloriously oversized breasts, and filled his hands greedily with her generous boob flesh, then bent his head to take her nipples one at a time into his mouth, making her inhale sharply as his tongue imparted exquisite pleasure to her excited nubs. "Oh my god that's nice," she murmured, momentarily distracted, before resuming her persuasion.

"Think about it, Steve baby. You want it, don't you? We both know you've always wanted to suck a nice, big erect cock, baby, haven't you? And I want to watch you do it. What do you think. Will you do it for me? And for yourself, you naughty boy. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. It will be our little secret. And I know how much you like me keeping your secrets safe, baby."

He didn't answer, but he didn't have to. She knew she had him. She always got her way. She understood her power over men in a way many women never manage to master. She could be extremely persuasive, particularly with Steve, whom she knew still loved her despite having dumped her. Or he loved having sex with her anyway. She held him tightly as he sighed and moaned and ejaculated inside her a second time, while a lovely, hot orgasm vibrated pleasantly through her. She still adored the illicit thrill of seducing him, knowing that he couldn't help himself. Couldn't stop himself committing adultery. And it gave her an incredible thrill to think she might even be able to seduce that cute wife of his. That would be a fantastic win -- an ironic twist. Joanna had stolen him away from her, now maybe Michele would have a go at stealing his wife away from him in return. After all, Joanna did seem to be more than a little bi-curious, even if she wasn't perhaps even aware of her own budding lesbian tendencies. Michele had watched with great interest as Joanna pleasured herself at her bedroom window, naked and beautiful, after she'd taken off her top in front of her. She was a hot little minx.

Michele had had some experience with women, a shy, straight girl would be so tempting. She looked forward to the challenge. And she relished the power she would have over Steve once she had drawn him into an illicit homosexual liaison with one of her other kinky lovers, such as Carl.

Yes, this was going to be delicious.

* *

A few days later, when Steve was out, Joanna was surprised by a knock on her door. It was Michele, who stood there looking absolutely stunning in a shocking pink mini-dress and heels. As was so often the way with her, the spaghetti straps of her dress had to work hard to control the weight of her fullsome breasts. Joanna was taken aback. She was in her running gear, which comprised a bra top and clingy Lycra shorts.

"Oh, Michele, I wasn't expecting anyone," she said, beckoning Michele into her living room. "I was just about to go for a run. Let me just go up and put some clothes on."

Michele checked out the sexy curves of Joanna's ass as she walked ahead of her. It was nice. Very nice. And no panties underneath to spoil the look, or maybe just a thong. "Oh no, don't change on my account," she said, "I rather like you in that outfit. It suits your athletic figure."

Joanna blushed. Michele always had a way of making her compliments sound overly intimate and slightly flirtatious, and it was playing with her head in a way she didn't fully understand. She did kind of enjoy it though. She really liked Michele, despite the outrageous things she said and the daring way she dressed. She suddenly remembered with acute embarrassment that she had brazenly undressed and masturbated by the window on Monday morning after collecting the rent. She hoped to God Michele hadn't seen her. She had butterflies in her stomach at the thought.

"Actually I was hoping to talk to you anyway, so I'm glad you came round," Joanna said, trying to appear professional, "Would you like some coffee or water or something?"

"How about wine!" Michele suggested with a wide grin, "It always makes conversation easier, don't you think?". It was only 11 in the morning, but Joanna had to agree. Wine might help to ease the discomfort she often felt around Michele, and might make it a bit easier for her to tackle the topic of the male visitors. She had sent Steve over there but apparently he hadn't found anything out, and he didn't seem to have read Michele the riot act, which was exactly what Joanna was now prepared to do. She poured two glasses of Chardonnay and the two women sat awkwardly on the sofa with their knees almost touching.

"Cheers," Michele said, "Here's to a strong relationship between two strong, beautiful women." They clinked glasses and drank, while Joanna stared for the tenth time that morning at the amazing firmness of Michele's boobs. She was convinced they looked too natural to have been enlarged but they were so, well, excitingly big and shapely. Her nipples were poking twin little mountains in the soft material of her top. She envied the way Michele walked around freely with them totally bare under her dress, even though it was so obvious to everyone that she wasn't wearing a bra. She noticed too that Michele's short pink dress had ridden up her thighs to the point where Joanna could see that, not only did the color of her lip gloss match her dress, her panties did too. It must be nice to be that self-confident in your sexuality, she thought.

"Look, I wanted to ask about the male visitors you have over, Michele," Joanna started, assuming the role of the older landlady, which in fact she was. "I mean, I'm concerned that, well it doesn't look good to have a so many men visiting, all in different cars and everything." She was glad to have got that out without stumbling.

"Well," Michele looked long and hard at her while she sipped her wine, "They're my clients, Joanna, and one of them is wonderfully rich. He has lots of cars. I'm a therapist, remember? So there's nothing to worry about."

Joanna wanted to get to the heart of the matter, so she forged on, blurting out the most sensitive question before she changed her mind, "So, are you having sex with them?"

Michele roared with laughter before placing her hand on Joanna's leg and leaning in towards her as if sharing a secret between girls, "Is that what you think about? Me having sex? Well, I am a sex therapist, so a lot of my clients come to me to talk about sexual issues, but that doesn't mean I have sex with them, girl." She rubbed Joanna's bare thigh and moved a bit closer, making her squirm uncomfortably. Joanna felt suddenly vulnerable in her tiny shorts and revealing bra top. "Now, as a therapist, Joanna, I feel I have to ask why you are so concerned about this particular topic."

Even though her touch was gentle and warm, it felt overly familiar, and her question seemed condescending. The conversation had suddenly veered into unexpected territory, making Joanna feel as if she was losing control.

"Um, well, it's not that I've been thinking about you having sex..." she tailed off, realizing it sounded unconvincing as a denial. She glanced again at Michele's sexy breasts again before opening her mouth to continue, but her tenant brazenly cut her off.

"If you keep looking at them like that, I'll think you want to play with them, and then I'll have to show them to you," Michele said calmly, her eyes twinkling with humor. She shook the curls of her wavy dark hair back. Joanna was stunned and simply couldn't think how to reply. She'd been busted looking at another woman's tits, and now her face was burning with embarrassment. Michele confidently slid her hand higher up Joanna's thigh. She was well aware of the power of her breasts to exert control over both men and women. She leaned forward to expose more cleavage, knowing perfectly well it was making Joanna blush uncomfortably. "Look, it's OK, Joanna," she said kindly, "I'm not trying to embarrass you or anything, but hey, you showed me yours the other day from your bedroom window, didn't you, so...?"

"Oh God," Joanna breathed, planting her face in her hands, "Sorry. Shit. I didn't mean that to happen, it just sort of did. Fuck, I can't believe you saw that." She imagined for a second what Michele would have seen -- her in the nude, masturbating lasciviously like a wanton slut. Jesus. But somehow it turned her on sexually to think that she'd been seen doing it. What was becoming of her?

"Oh it's fine, really it is," Michele said reassuringly, massaging Joanna's upper leg, getting dangerously close to delta of her crotch which was encapsulated in the olive green Lycra of her running shorts in a way that allowed Michele to see every contour of the other woman's vulva. Her fingers traced the sensitive inner part of Joanna's thigh, stimulating her further despite Joanna's determination not to fall under the younger woman's spell. "We all have our needs, don't we? And we women have to stick together, right?" She tucked her fingers in between Joanna's upper thighs, almost touching the plump cameltoe that was becoming more noticeable as Joanna's growing arousal made it swell slightly against the seam of her skin-tight shorts. Joanna hoped to God there wasn't a wet patch, although Michele couldn't fail to notice that Joanna's nipples were now erect, making their presence known as they thrust themselves insistently against the white stretch material of her sports bra. She was clearly getting aroused, much to Michele's delight.

"Do I make you uncomfortable, Joanna?" Michele asked gently, close enough for Joanna to inhale her perfume. She squeezed Joanna's leg. To Joanna it felt like a come-on, every bit as intimate as Steve's touch when he wanted to make love with her. Michele was knowingly creating a miniature volcano of desire in the other woman.

"Um, no, no, not at all," Joanna lied, blushing with the force of the arousal that was coursing through her body like a drug. She wanted to move Michele's hand away but she didn't want to appear rude, and anyway, she sort of liked it there. Being alone with Michele was incredibly stimulating. She'd never been touched like this by another woman, and was starting to feel overwhelmed by the sensations that were being generated in her body, like hot little sparks jumping out of the fire. She was struggling to manage her unexpected attraction to this girl, who was such a gorgeously sexy being -- so sensual and so fucking attractive. Sitting close to her like this was dangerous and exciting, the kind of excitement that Joanna lacked in her life.

Michele then escalated things much further with her next question. "Do I make you wet?" she asked in a seductive whisper, looking Joanna squarely in the eye as her fingertips innocently grazed the lips Joanna's pussy, almost as if by accident.

"Fuck, what? No!" Joanna spluttered, and this time she pushed Michele's hand away, "We really shouldn't be talking like this!" In fact, this conversation was indeed making her wet between her legs, and she was afraid Michele knew it.

"Why not?" Michele countered evenly, "It's just the two of us, just us girls. Don't worry, I won't say anything." She handed Joanna's wine back to her and raised her glass, "Here's to women who keep each other's secrets," she toasted with her engaging grin. That was a toast Joanna could eagerly join in with. She would hate it if her husband or friends found out that she'd been caught masturbating by her tenant, let alone how turned on she was getting just sitting next to her. She felt horny and confused, but she looked confidently back at Michele, struck by the other woman's beautiful deep green eyes and pretty smile. At least she wasn't caught ogling her breasts this time, she thought.

"OK I'll drink to that," she said, draining her glass nervously.

"That's good," Michele said, "Now we have a bond. Like sisters," she said softly, and to Joanna's utter astonishment, she leant forward and placed a warm kiss on Joanna's lips, holding it there for way longer than an affectionate peck. Joanna's dark eyebrows shot up in surprise but she didn't recoil. Meanwhile Michele's hand returned to the nice warm place oh-so close to Joanna's crotch, where it met no resistance as the two women sat with their lips pressed gently together.

It was the first time Joanna had ever kissed a girl. She liked the taste of Michele's pink lipstick.

"Oh God," Joanna said breathlessly as they parted. She felt more confused and aroused than ever. Why was she so attracted to this woman? She felt soft and pliable like putty in her hands.

"I'd better go," Michele said, standing up. "I have a client coming." Joanna felt both relieved and disappointed. She walked the other woman to the door, very conscious of the heat that was now pooling wetly between her legs. She opened the door and turned to say goodbye, feeling that a platonic hug would be the most appropriate way to end the conversation, but in the doorway Michele took hold of her hands and, looking Joanna in the eye, placed them squarely on her breasts,

"You like these, don't you," she said teasingly, encouraging Joanna to feel them, then she kissed her boldly on the mouth again, this time with parted lips and a curious, probing tongue. Joanna was thunderstruck. She was too excited by this thrilling turn of events to do anything but let herself be kissed as she palmed the younger woman's big, beautiful breasts with both hands and squeezed them experimentally.

Even though she'd never been attracted to women, somehow Michele's seduction was a wonderful compliment to her. This beautiful, sexy woman -- one that she was so much in awe of -- desired her! She had never done anything like this before and it felt wonderfully liberating to just let herself go for a long minute and yield to her desires, kissing this deliciously hot woman and feeling her big, soft breasts. She closed her eyes as she felt Michele's tongue slip into her mouth and she moaned with a sigh of longing as Michele kissed her expertly, turning her into a puddle of desire.

The kiss broke all too soon, and Michele stepped away with a big smile, leaving Joanna confused and dizzy with lust, reflecting on the fact that they had just been kissing like lovers in her open doorway where any passersby could have seen them. Jesus, that had been so fucking hot. And she had blindly fondled Michele's lovely big boobs -- with both hands! Christ, she was a mess. Her head was spinning. What had just happened? She had tried to give her tenant a stern warning but instead had ended up making out with her like a sex-starved lesbian. Do I make you wet? What kind of a question was that? Fuck! She lay down on the sofa for a second to collect her thoughts, and it was almost as if it was somebody else pushing her sports bra up to bare her breasts so she could play with her aching nipples. She just needed to touch herself, and was acting automatically as she lifted her hips to pull her shorts down, and with a satisfied moan of desire, she closed her eyes and slid one hand down over her mons to let her fingertips dip into the puddle of lava that her pussy had turned into. Yes, she had made her wet. Very wet. Joanna had never felt so turned on in her life, and she squeezed her breasts with one hand as she masturbated vigorously with the other, moaning with ecstasy then crying out as she pleasured herself to a vigorous but highly satisfying orgasm.

* *

Michele returned to the Little House, realizing there was no time to change out of her provocative minidress before her next client, Shey, who was a beautiful young black man, insecure about his sexuality, which happened to be her specialty. Never mind, it was probably time to upgrade Shey anyway and offer him her exclusive Premier sessions. Only clients she knew well and fully trusted qualified for these special services, which definitely crossed a lot of ethical boundaries.

Shey was standing outside the door and his eyes widened as he saw Michele in her revealing pink dress and high heels. She was sex on legs. He loved coming here for these sessions. Just ogling his therapist was enough to keep him going with sexual fantasies for a week after each session.

"Come on in, Shey," she said, ignoring the way his eyes ate her up. She was used to the hungry stares of men, and had long since decided to lean into her sexuality, displaying rather than hiding her considerable assets. "Sit down here, I have a question for you. I'd very much like to take you to the next level of my sex therapy services, but it would require absolute discretion and confidentiality on your part. It wouldn't be covered under any insurance plan, and I would require the additional fee in cash. Do you think you might be ready for that?" she leant close to him, letting his eyes focus on her deep cleavage, just as she had done with Joanna earlier.

"Er, yes, I think I want that," he mumbled, unable to tear his eyes away from her impressive bust.

"Good," she said, "I thought so. We can make so much more progress that way. After you've signed the agreement, I'll need you to demonstrate your readiness by completely shedding your inhibitions, Shey," she put her hand on his leg. "And your clothes. I need you to go into the bedroom and undress completely -- don't worry, I will close the blinds -- and put on the bathrobe that's on the back of the bedroom door. It's my bathrobe, so it might feel a bit small on you, but its essential that you are able to be vulnerable with me so we get the most out of these sessions. Can you do that?"

"Yes!" Shey answered enthusiastically. This sounded amazing to him. He was hoping the sexual services would be worthwhile and he was sure they would be.

Michele looked appreciatively at him when he came out of the bedroom in the short feminine robe. It was slightly pink and only just met around his muscular body. He had tied the sash, but Michele knew that wouldn't stay that way for long. She loved the way men looked in her robe -- so hot and so androgynous. She meant what she said about vulnerability. Men tended to open up and be highly malleable in her hands once they had taken off their clothes.

"Good, lovely. You look amazing," she complimented him. "Come and sit here on the chair again."

She noted with approval that he already had a powerful erection pushing against the robe, threatening to shove its way out of the gap. But she wasn't ready for that just yet. She leant forward, her hands on his bare thighs, allowing him to see all the way down the front of her dress, which she had loosened just a little to make it easier for him to see everything. This always turned her on just as much as her clients. She loved her job!

"Now, let's talk a bit about what you do when you're alone and feeling horny. How often do you masturbate, Shey, and what do you like to think about while you make yourself cum? Tell me all your fantasies.

* *

The following Monday, Joanna was both dreading and eagerly anticipating her next visit to collect the rent from Michele. She felt incredibly nervous but at the same time there was a thrilling undercurrent of excitement rippling through her. She'd been unable to stop thinking about making out with Michele -- weird, beautiful, slutty, exciting Michele -- a supreme seductress with a kissable mouth and a gorgeous body who was turning Joanna's head into a fuzzy mess of arousal, and threatened to turn her whole life upside down.

Joanna dressed thoughtfully. She knew Michele would approve if she left off her bra, and just that thought alone gave her a stab of desire in her loins. Was she deliberately dressing in a way that would please her sexy female tenant? Yes, she was.

It was a warm day, so, after rejecting about a dozen outfits, she picked out a short, floaty dress which she knew would look good on her. It had a demure V-neckline, but it was short -- well above the knee -- and it flared out prettily when the wind caught it. It was also cut low at the back, so it would be obvious to any observer that she was braless underneath. The thought excited her. She put on her favorite white silk panties, the ones with lacy trim around the edges, and pulled the dress on over her bare breasts. Not wearing a bra made her feel sexy and naughty. But she could always come back up and change before going to the office. She admired herself in the mirror. She looked pretty good. She was going to come up and change anyway, so at the very last moment, Joanna flipped up her dress and pulled her panties down, kicking them away before putting her shoes on. Nobody would know she wasn't wearing anything underneath, but the thought of casually chatting to Michele without bra or panties under her dress was incredibly exciting.

* *

The sight of Michele took Joanna's breath away. She was wearing tiny hot pants and a brilliant white T-shirt that was stretched tight over her braless breasts, emphasizing the outlines of her nipples.

"Follow me into the bedroom," Michelle said, leading the way, her tight, red hot pants clinging to the full curves of her ass. Joanna couldn't help noticing that she either wore a thong or, like her, had no panties at all underneath. The bedroom curtains were drawn, so the room was dark, although candles flickered by the bedside. It was almost like a seduction scene, and Joanna wondered with butterflies in her stomach if that was for her or some man who had been there with her. She could see the usual weekly cash on the bed, along with some carelessly discarded lacy underwear. Michele turned to face her. They were suddenly standing quite close, and Joanna was conscious of the younger woman's feminine perfume which reminded her again of the kiss. Being this close to her in the private darkness of her bedroom felt uncomfortably intimate, but at the same time Joanna's heart was racing. Not knowing what Michele had in mind was exhilarating. Would they kiss again?

"Before I hand over the rent, I just wanted to make sure everything is OK after, you know, last time, when I was at your house," Michele said gently, reaching for Joanna's hand. She had a very soothing voice which always tended to relax Joanna, despite her nervousness. "Were you OK with what happened, you know, when I kissed you?"

In fact Joanna was very OK with it, but had difficulty admitting it. She had loved the kiss in fact, and had thought about it countless times, especially when she was alone with her vibrator and her husband was out. She had thought a lot about the thrilling but unfamiliar sensation of Michele's breasts in her hands, and it always made her cum to think that she had kissed this gorgeous woman while fondling her lovely big boobs. It had been heavenly. Being here in Michele's bedroom made Joanna realize she wanted to do it again, even though she had chastised herself for letting it happen before.

"Um, yes, it was..." Joanna struggled for the right words as she forced herself to admit her feelings out loud for the first time since it had happened. Michele squeezed her hand reassuringly, encouraging her to continue. "It was OK," she breathed finally, her heart skipping a beat as she added, "very much OK."

She didn't pull her hand away, just stood there facing her tenant, feeling weirdly excited as her eyes adjusted to the gloom.

"Well, it was very much OK for me too," Michele admitted, "I would really like to kiss you again, if that's alright with you."

Joanna hadn't expected this at all, and found she was unable to speak. On some level she had hoped it would happen again but she didn't know Michele would be so tender, so vulnerable and so polite, asking her permission to kiss her. It was a huge turn-on. But kissing this unpredictable girl again was a terrible idea. She was married, and this was technically cheating. What would Steve think? And where would it go from here? She couldn't possibly have a secret affair with her tenant. No, that would be disastrous. And anyway, she wasn't a lesbian. She didn't have feelings for women. Except, obviously for Michele.

But, fuck it, Michele was a tantalizing exception. Joanna had to admit that she felt incredibly pleased and flattered that Michele wanted to kiss her again, and had asked so nicely, when she could simply have done it -- grabbed her and kissed her hotly -- and Joanna knew she wouldn't have resisted. She loved the idea that Michele found her attractive and, yes, desirable. Her sex life with Steve seemed to have stagnated, but this incredibly beautiful woman was now making Joanna feel young, vibrant and sexy again, and she loved it. The fact that she would be cheating on Steve with girl rather than a man only added to the illicit river of lust that was already coursing through her body.

While she was thinking this through, she felt Michele's slender female hands on her waist, pulling her subtly closer. She knew then that they were going to kiss, and a wonderful feeling of euphoria gripped her. She also knew she should be saying no to her, but kissing Michele's beautiful lips again would be amazing. This woman was so fucking sexy. Her bedroom was like a private sanctuary where dark, dirty sexual acts took place but secrets would be safe. Michele now had both hands holding her waist and they were toe to toe. Joanna thought about pushing her away, but she felt rooted to the spot. She just closed her eyes as if not seeing herself be naughty would somehow make it less deliberate. Less wanton.

The kiss was exquisitely tender and beautiful. How could anything this pleasurable be wrong, Joanna asked herself, as her lips moved softly against Michele's with quiet, wet sounds. When their tongues met, Joanna sighed with pleasure, accepting the other woman's kiss fully, with a sense of a deep longing inside her. She parted her lips as her arousal heightened and she inhaled Michele's feminine perfume, experiencing an unexpected heady rush of hot, sexual arousal which made her dizzy with the thrill of desire that was now enflaming her entire body. She could feel her nipples becoming erect and her sex pulsing, demanding attention between her thighs. She was breathing hard and whimpering softly into the younger girl's mouth as Michele drew her even closer, kissing her deeply and pulling their bodies urgently together so Joanna could feel the plump pillows of Michele's breasts against her own. Her skin flushed warmly and her pulse quickened as a buzzing heat swelled in her lower belly, evaporating her ability to resist.

In her head Joanna was saying "I shouldn't be doing this I shouldn't be doing this, fuck, I love doing this I love doing this." Oh God it was true: she loved being desired and had ached to be held like this for years. The sensation was so overwhelming she thought she would faint. It was insanely erotic to kiss Michele like this -- like a slutty prom date with open mouths and sucking tongues -- and she fucking loved doing it. She moaned with pleasure as she felt Michele's fingers stroking the sensitive areas around her neck and straying down her back. She was growing wetter and wetter as her sexual responses spiraled upwards, beyond her ability to control herself. What was happening to her?

"It's OK Joanna, really it is. It's perfectly natural to have these feelings for another woman," Michele soothed reassuringly between kisses, "you should just go with it and enjoy it." Joana didn't even register that Michele was unzipping her dress until she pulled it forward off her arms and it literally fell to the floor. She flushed at the realization that because she wasn't wearing panties, she was now completely naked. Her body tingled with the heat of her illicit sexual desire as she stood nude and very turned on in the younger woman's embrace. The sensation of being suddenly undressed in Michele's bedroom was intoxicating.

"Mmm no underwear. No bra or panties, you naughty girl," Michele admonished with a little smack on her bare bottom, making her buttocks jiggle. She was like a nanny scolding a child. "... but my naughty girl likes these, doesn't she?" Michele took Joanna's hands and placed them on the full globes of her breasts which felt warm and soft through the fabric of her T-shirt. Michele's mock mistress act and the gently chiding tone of her voice only heightened Joanna's arousal, making her slick pussy throb with her heartbeat. She sighed with pleasure. She was losing herself in the moment and felt she would simply melt with desire, like hot wax that finally gave up its shape and dripped down the shaft of a candle. She felt the wetness growing between her legs and knew Michele was right. She should just accept that this was happening and yield herself to the delicious sensual pleasures that she was already experiencing at the hands of this gorgeous siren. Despite her inner voice telling her it was wrong, she adored the feel of the other girl's full, soft breasts and her petite hands caressing her all over -- cupping her buttocks to pull her even closer. Somehow Michele's leg slid up between her thighs and she found herself instinctively parting her legs to try to gain contact, until she was shamelessly grinding her pussy on Michele's taut thigh muscle. It was an incredible turn-on to be totally nude while Michele was still clothed, and she sucked lasciviously on Michele's tongue as an orgasm started to build unstoppably inside her.

"Oh fuck, oh God," Joanna mumbled as she pressed her pulsing pussy hard against Michele's leg, then let out a long, satisfied "Mmmmmm" as she laid her head on the younger woman's shoulder and trembled nakedly in her arms. It was a life-changing orgasm -- her first with another girl. As her heart rate steadied and her breathing slowed, she took stock of what had just happened. She started to feel ashamed of her wanton behavior and embarrassed about her nudity. The uninhibited way she had lost control and climaxed in the other woman's embrace was so... unlike her. She'd been sucking Michele's tongue like a slut when she came in her arms. Her face burned with embarrassment. But Michele held her tightly, reassuring her that everything was OK. She couldn't have been kinder and more gentle with her.

For her part, Michele loved the tender vulnerability that Joanna had revealed to her -- so different from the swaggering ego of a man. Joanna was really a shy little girl masquerading as a grown woman, and she needed someone like Michele to bring her out of her shell. Michele resolved to help Joanna -- help her to learn to express herself and have fun instead of being so reserved all the time. And help her explore her sexuality. Discover her true self.

"I'm so sorry..." Joanna started, "I didn't know that was going to happen -- that you were going to take my dress off like that,"

"And I didn't know you were naked underneath," Michele chuckled, "pretty daring, coming over her with no underwear on, don't you think?"

"I... well it's not really like me to do something like that," Joanna looked as if she was about to cry. Tears filled her lovely dark Italian eyes, "I'm not really like that... I just felt sexy..."

"It's OK, Joanna, it's completely OK. It was good. You needed that," she spoke reassuringly in her soft voice as she helped Joanna to get dressed. "... sometimes another woman is just what you need. One who can understand your needs so much better that a man. Nothing wrong with that. I'm glad I was there for you, sweet Joanna"

* *

Michele seduced Joanna very carefully over the course of several weeks, becoming more and more fond of her as she did so. She wanted Joanna to be panting for her, but she knew mustn't scare her off. She'd already noticed how vulnerable and submissive Joanna could be with her, and wanted the seduction to be complete and total. Partly to get revenge on Steve for dumping her, but also because, well, she found Joanna to be thoroughly lovable as well as very sexy.

Joanna came home from work one afternoon to find on her doorstep a small bag from "Seductress" the expensive lingerie store in town. Inside were several pairs of silky panties, with a note from Michele that read, "I hope you like wearing these, they will feel as if you're not wearing anything at all xM" with a row of hearts. She went upstairs and eagerly took all her clothes off, then slid the diaphanous panties up her legs. Michele was right. The light, sexy material was so soft and silky against her skin that it really did feel as if she had nothing on. The panties had no elastic waistband -- they just clung to her body, fitting her perfectly, moving sensuously against her bottom and pussy when she walked. It was such an intimate and personal gift to get from a girl, it gave Joanna a pleasant feeling of arousal to wear them, like a little warm buzz between her legs. In just the panties, Joanna went to the bedroom window from where she could look down on the Little House and, although she didn't see Michele, her phone buzzed with a text: "I hope you're thinking of me when you put them on... and take them off." Damn, she's so thoughtful and so sexy, Joanna thought, as she read the text again, fondling one tingling nipple in front of the window, enjoying the way it stiffened in her fingers. "You have a beautiful body," came the next text. Stimulating her breasts for Michele was turning her on so much she had to put her phone down so she could also touch herself through the soft, sexy panties, then push her hand inside. Closing her eyes, she gently pleasured herself, knowing -- hoping -- that Michele was watching. The thought was exhilarating. With a cry of pure pleasure she climaxed, wetting her fingers with her juices.

Then a surprising, dreamy thought occurred to her -- all her sexual fantasies had turned female. It was a bit of a shock to realize that, whenever she masturbated these days, she was thinking about having hot sex with a girl. More specifically she thought obsessively about the time in Michele's darkened bedroom when Michele had kissed her so beautifully, then undressed her and made her cum. That deliciously erotic moment had changed her, she realized. She couldn't wait to do it again, but Michele hadn't invited her back into her bedroom since then. If she did, Joanna wasn't sure she would be able to control the urges she was feeling.

Joanna destroyed the note from Michele, not wanting Steve to see it, thinking she could easily explain away the new panties if indeed he noticed. But the vibrator might be more difficult to explain. Michele had presented her with a fancy Orgasm 3 Female Vibrator which had three parts to it -- one to stimulate her clitoris, a large phallus to slide into her pussy, and a smaller vibrating probe that she could simultaneously slide into her ass. Michele just came to the door one Saturday -- while Steve was right there watching the game on TV -- and handed it to her.

"This is for you, my sweet Joanna," Michele said, handing the bag to her, then slid her arm possessively around Joanna's waist to pull her close. To Joanna's delight, she then kissed her passionately on the mouth, sending an illicit thrill of hot, sexual arousal though her body. The two women kissed longingly on the doorstep while Michele's hand traveled down Joanna's back to cup her ass lovingly through her yoga pants while she slid her tongue into her mouth. Oh god, she can turn me so easily into a puddle of desire with her kiss, Joanna thought as they reluctantly parted. "Think of me when you make yourself cum," Michele whispered, giving one last affectionate squeeze of her ass cheek before turning to go, leaving Joanna an absolute wreck -- trembling with arousal and so fucking wet between the legs.

After unpacking the vibrator, Joanna knew she had to try it right away. Michele had left her horny and wet, and she needed to take care of it immediately. She realized this was a further step in the lesbian sexual awakening that had been growing in her ever since Michele had kissed her the first time. Even though her husband was just downstairs, she stripped off her Lycra yoga pants and pulled off her sports bra, being sure to do it openly in front of the window again. She wanted Michele to see her naked because she loved the way the younger girl desired her, and she yearned to be desired. Steve loved her, yes, but he didn't really see her or desire her like Michele. Nobody could make her feel the way Michele did. Being desired sexually was like a drug to her, and it was Michele who really loved her body and who touched her in a way that fulfilled her and left her weak with sexual cravings that she'd never known were there. Showing off her body to Michele turned her on like crazy, and on some level she secretly hoped her exhibitionism would continue to inflame the lesbian crush Michele seemed to have on her.

Joanna hadn't really admitted it to herself, but she was longing to be seduced by the younger woman.

She switched on the device and experimentally ran it over her pussy which was already soaking wet. Fuck, it felt good. She loved that this was a gift from such a beautiful girl -- one who really cared about her orgasms. With a groan she gave in to her lust and slid the big plastic cock inside her, thinking erotic thoughts about Michele as she did so, not even bothering to close the bedroom door. When Steve came upstairs nearly an hour later, he was shocked to find his wife naked on the bed, her knees wide apart, thrashing around in sexual ecstasy with a buzzing toy deep in her vagina and her ass. What he didn't know though, was that her masturbatory fantasies were not about him, nor about any man. She was fixated on the glorious sensation of Michele's breasts in her hands and tongue in her mouth. And even while she knew her husband was watching her, she couldn't hold back the lesbian fantasies that were growing stronger every day and were all she could climax too now. She longed to go to bed with Michele, oh god yes, and kiss her big gorgeous breasts, fuck yes... oh fuck... taste her beautiful pussy... with a cry she climaxed for the fifth time before slumping back on the bed, sweaty and exhausted.

"No, Steve, not now..." was all she could manage to say to her horny husband before falling into a deep, contented sleep.

* *

Steve was settling down after dinner with Joanna in front of the TV when a text came in from Michelle "I need you over here now!" it said, "Just tell Joanna the TV won't connect to the internet and come over here RN please."

He didn't believe the story about the TV, but he made his excuses and walked over to the little house. Luckily Joanna had just shrugged and didn't seem too concerned. What the heck was Michele doing texting him at this time of the evening, demanding his presence? A tense excitement tightened in his stomach as he knocked on the door. Michele pulled him inside and closed the door behind him. She looked stunning with her long, sexy curls cascading over her shoulders. She was wearing nothing except her cream pink bathrobe which was unbelted and hanging open. Even in the dim lighting she'd arranged, he could see the tantalizing shape of her breasts and the exciting dark triangle of her neatly trimmed pussy between her bare legs.

"Hello baby" she said, greeting him with the customary French kiss, her sexy tongue in his mouth. This kiss was even more passionate than usual, and he could tell from the way she pressed her curvy body to his that she was very turned on. She undid his shorts while they kissed, letting them fall to the ground. "Strip off your T-shirt, baby," she whispered seductively, tugging it upwards. He pulled it over his head and was gratified when she ran her hands over his chest and muscular arms, saying "Mmm I love your muscles." She moved him to the middle of the room with her hand on his ass, "... and I love the way you fill out your undies too, babe." She gave his cock a friendly squeeze through the stretchy royal blue Lululelemon underwear she'd bought him in a weak moment. He was a man who looked good in designer underwear. "This is it, baby. Fantasy time. I'm gonna need you to put this blindfold on."

Steve hesitantly put on the blindfold, thrilling with excitement at what was about to happen. His testicles tightened with arousal and his cock was already surging in his pants. His suspicions were confirmed when she started speaking, loud enough for anyone in the bedroom to hear,

"You're a very naughty boy, aren't you, Steve? You a married man -- a straight guy -- but you have very, VERY naughty fantasies, don't you, baby? Dirty, hot sex fantasies that you've told me all about. Yes, that's right, I know all about your hot, filthy sex fantasies. The ones about boys. You love to think about sucking cock when you masturbate, don't you? And being with another man sexually. Fucking and sucking. Oooh Steve, it's so gay and so fucking so hot! So dirty too. Such wicked cock fantasies..." she massaged his burning hot erection through his underwear, the tip now wetting the stretchy blue fabric where it thrust against it, "... but that's OK Steve. Lots of men have cocksucking fantasies like you do. My friend does and he's here. Say hello to Carl, Steve, baby. Let me see you give him what he needs."

Steve could smell Carl's hot, excited cock even before he felt it against bumping solidly against his cheek. It felt firm and warm, like a living creature trying to make his acquaintance and gain entry.

"Open wide," Michele encouraged. His heart was racing. Here he was on his knees about to service another man's erect cock while his wife was watching TV in their house only a hundred feet away. This was a dream he'd had many, many times, and it was about to come true, thanks to the wonderful, sexy Michele. Michele took his hand and guided it up to grip the base of Carl's thick tool, which he suddenly realized with a hot thrill of excitement in his groin, would be full of cum. Although he couldn't see anything because of the blindfold -- and he was grateful to Michele for that idea because he didn't necessarily want to see the man he was fellating -- Steve opened his mouth to receive Carl's very hard, very erect cock between his lips. The first thing he noticed was its size. It felt so thick -- way bigger and fatter than he'd thought possible. The second surprise was its velvety smoothness against his tongue. He experimentally licked it to savor the soft underside, then swirled his tongue around the bulbous head, making Carl moan, serving as a thrilling reminder that this big, hot dick was attached to a real human. He closed his mouth around it and tried to suck it in deeper, but it felt so fat in his throat that he started to panic, unable to breathe. Calm down, he told himself, girls do this all the time. Even quite petite girls, so surely he could manage to suck a cock without choking on it? Steeling himself, Steve breathed through his nose as he leaned into his task and started sucking the hot, hard phallus in earnest, eliciting sighs of pleasure from Carl as he did so. He felt Carl's wiry pubes and experimentally fondled the plum sized balls that hung between his legs. This was amazing. It was the erotic fantasy of a lifetime fulfilled, and now that the panic had subsided, he was starting to enjoying himself. He slobbered wetly on the shaft, guiding it in and out of his mouth with his hand while instinctively he placed his other hand on Carl's warm, bare ass, helping him to rock back and forth. He felt the other man's glute muscles tighten and release as Carl got into a rhythm, fucking Steve's face, at first gently, then harder. Saliva started to flow down Steve's chin. He was sweating with the effort of sucking his first ever cock, utterly intoxicated by the masculine smell and taste. God he was loving this way more than he thought possible. He removed his hand from Carl's ass to plunge it into his pants, releasing his own turgid cock into his hand. He was so turned on he felt as if he could cum any second. Cum was boiling up in his balls.

"Fuck guys, that's so fucking hot," Michele squealed excitedly, "Jesus, Steve, you look like a natural -- so good... so fucking good with a cock in your mouth."

Steve wanted to see what was going on, so he ripped off the blindfold to get a look at the man he was orally pleasuring. Carl was naked, his huge cock looking disproportionately large since it was literally in Steve's face. He was muscular and manly, which turned Steve on. This was such a hot, dirty act. He felt so subservient, on his knees in front of this guy, who he recognized as the man he'd seen leaving the Little House a few days earlier. He suddenly realized with a surge of lust that Carl was going to cum and he wanted it to happen.

"So hot..." Michele murmured, and Steve realized she was masturbating, her robe open, with one hand between her thighs as she watched them. Carl was panting heavily and thrusting deeply into Steve's mouth now, and with a cry he suddenly ejaculated, taking the man kneeling in front of him completely by surprise. Steve felt proud that he had managed to make a guy cum on his very first attempt at cock sucking. He greedily gulped down the first jets of sweet tasting cum that burst over his tongue but had to pull back to avoid drowning in it when it just kept on coming. The reality of bringing a man to a climax was way more exciting than Steve could ever have imagined and he moaned in pleasure as he masturbated uncontrollably and his own orgasm approached. Luckily Steve wasn't wearing a shirt because ropes of Carl's thick, creamy semen jetted over his face and hair and landed wetly on his chest and thighs. The sensation of another man's hot jizz all over him drove Steve over the edge, and he cried out as he also ejaculated, sending powerful jets of cum spurting upwards to land all over his hand, stomach and thighs. He'd never cum so much in his life, and now he was covered in it.

"Fuck that's so fucking hot," Michele moaned, as she brought herself to orgasm with her fingers deep in her pussy.

* *

Meanwhile, Joanna had been wondering what was taking Steve so long. She had been suspecting for a while that there might be something going on between her husband and Michele, but now it seemed that Michele liked women, so she wasn't so sure. Nevertheless she was curious as she approached the Little House and peeped through a gap in the curtains. At first she just saw Michele, standing looking at something, and she felt a flicker of desire at the sight of her in nothing but her creamy pink robe which was hanging open, revealing the inner curves of her magnificent breasts and her neat, furry pussy, where her fingers were playing. Joanna moved to see what Michele was looking at and was thunderstruck at what she saw. A handsome man was standing completely naked while another man -- her husband of four years -- was kneeling at his feet sucking his impressively big, erect cock.

She stumbled tearfully back to the house, struggling to process what she'd seen. Her husband was gay? He liked to suck cock? And Michele -- what was her role in all this? She was watching them! And in all likelihood was the mastermind who had arranged the whole sordid scene. What the fuck? Fuck Steve and fuck Michele. In a funk, she went to bed early, turning off the light and crying quietly, even after Steve sneaked into the shower covered in cum, then came quietly into bed. What on earth was she going to do? What did this mean for her marriage? She had to make a plan. She had to confront Michele.

As it turned out, the way to do this presented itself the very next morning when Steve announced that he had to go to Birmingham for an industry conference. He needed the networking in order to get a job. Fine. That would work perfectly, she would invite Michele over for dinner.

After Steve left, Joanna sent Michele a text inviting her to dinner, and let her know that Steve would be away for the weekend, then she drove to her hair appointment. She was feeling slightly wild and unsettled by her discover about her husband. Something fundamental had shifted in her life, but it wasn't anxiety she was feeling, it was a strangely energizing sense of adventure. She knew her hairdresser, Tracy, was a lesbian and she looked at Tracy carefully in the mirror. Tracy had lots of piercings in her ears as well as one in her tongue. She also had amazing, blonde hair shot through with streaks of bright blue. It was a sexy look.

"Tracy," Joanna began carefully, "If I was your girlfriend..." she kind of liked the unfamiliar but exciting sound of that, "If I was your girlfriend, what would you want me to do with my hair?"

"Well, Joanna, that's a tempting thought," Tracy said with a smile, combing her fingers through Joanna's long, black hair. "Definitely red highlights, girl. You would look amazing, and -- if you were going for the slutty lesbian chic that I like -- you'd go for a much brighter red than was natural. Like this very hot girl whose picture I keep on my mirror because she gives me shivers," she pointed at a magazine photo of a beautiful woman with bright red streaks shot through her black hair. Joanna agreed, she did look hot.

"Could you do that for me? Today?" she asked, shocking herself with the request. Normally she wouldn't do anything so dramatic without asking Steve. But fuck it. Michele might like it.

"Well, it just so happens my next appointment cancelled. It was a coloring. I was going to run errands, but since it's you asking, then yes, I'd love to. Damn you're going to look so hot when I've finished, girl!"

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As well as being confused about Steve, Joanna was mad with Michele, but that didn't stop her taking extra care over her appearance as she prepared for their dinner together. She looked at her sexy new hair in the mirror. Tracy had done a fantastic job, but it was a long way from the suburban housewife haircut she normally favored. This was a dramatically sexy look. What would people think? In the end she decided she didn't care. She loved it, and she didn't mind at all that the hot red streaks in her black hair did make her look, well, a little slutty and a bit lesbian. She liked her new look.

It wasn't supposed to be a special dinner, but she couldn't help setting the table for two with their wedding silverware, best crystal wine glasses, and plenty of candles. She sampled the wine heavily as she stirred up a pot of her famous Boeuf Bourgignon -- a rich French dish with steak and plenty of red wine in it. She went upstairs and picked out a little black dress -- one that she knew flattered her figure. No bra, of course, because of the strappy back and deep cleavage, and underneath she wore the sexy panties that Michele had bought her. She fastened an elegant solitaire diamond pendant around her neck, sipping periodically from the glass of Chardonnay she'd brought up to the bedroom. She loved the feel of the silky panties on her, her sexy red-streaked hair, and the way this dress displayed her breasts so perfectly. Even if she had a huge row and broke up with Michele, she still wanted to look like a lesbian's wet dream, she mused, admiring herself in the mirror. She looked hot.

It felt just like a date, which wasn't at all what Joanna meant to happen, but as soon as she saw Michele, Joanna was breathless. She looked utterly amazing in a figure-hugging paisley-patterned body suit which fit her hips and ass like a second skin. Joanna could hardly breathe as she took in the way it clung to her body, with a zipper at the front that was open enough to show how eagerly her full breasts wanted to burst out of it. The partly open zip ran from her deep cleavage all the way down to her crotch, making Joanna think wicked thoughts that she tried to put out of her mind.

"Wow baby!" Michele blurted out when she saw Joanna's excitingly styled hair and her petite form in the sexy little black dress. It pleased her immensely that Joanna had taken the trouble to look so good. The red highlights gave her a sexy look - more slutty and even a bit lesbian. She loved it.

With a smile, Joanna stepped back to invite Michele inside. It gave her a little thrill that the younger woman had called her baby. Now it did feel like a date. As Michele walked in front of her she looked in fascination at the way the patterned material of her tightly-fitting jump suit hugged the voluptuous curves of her ass. Damn she looked good. She lit the candles, then lifted her eyes to take in Michele's lovely green eyes and gorgeous smile, and she caught the scent of expensive perfume. Gazing at the young woman's face all lit up with the candlelight, Joanna was caught off guard by the strength of her own feelings. Her infatuation with this young woman felt more like love than lust. She wasn't even staring that much at the gold necklace and pendant that dipped into Michele's stunning cleavage or the way her tight dress clung to her spectacular body. Instead she gazed at her lush lips as she thought about the unforgettable moments when Michele had kissed her.

The two of them drank copious quantities of Steve's expensive Burgundy, laughed and ate together as if they were young lovers on a special date, and Joanna couldn't help thinking about the fact that her big bed upstairs was empty, while her cocksucking husband was away overnight. And about kissing Michele again. Kissing a girl was quite simply delicious. It was exquisitely pleasurable, although in truth she no longer really thought of Michele as just a girl. Despite her young age, Michele was all woman. A full-figured, luscious, sexual woman, one that Joanna felt as if she was falling for in a big way. Oh god she was getting turned on again just thinking about Michele's sinfully gorgeous body, and the trouble she could get into with her.

But first she had to tackle what was on her mind. She had to confront Michele before she got in too deep with her, or got any drunker. She was already woozy which shouldn't have been a surprise, given that she'd opened that first bottle of wine at four o'clock. Now there were three empty bottles on the kitchen countertop.

"Michele..." she said, wondering how to broach the topic, "I saw something disturbing last night... um, you might not know that you... left a gap in the curtains..."

Unexpectedly, her eyes welled up and she started to cry. Michele jumped up in alarm and came over to her. Joanna stood up too, whimpering in inebriated confusion, falling into Michele's arms. The younger woman held her, letting Joanna rest her head on her shoulder. She was still in heels while her hostess had opted for bare feet, so Joanna's face was nestled against the upper swell of her full breasts. Joanna breathed in her perfume and sobbed quietly in Michele's warm, reassuring embrace while the younger woman explained everything to her.

"Oh my sweet Joanna, it's OK. It's perfectly natural and nothing to be worried about. Look, Carl is one of my clients who comes to me for sexual therapy. That's the guy you saw. And just like Steve, he's one of those men who has compulsive fantasies about gay sex. Bi-curious, you might call it. He's been burdened by homoerotic fantasies all his adult life -- erotic dreams of having oral sex with another man." Michele kissed Joanna's forehead, holding her to her breasts, "And, well, it turns out that your husband is another one of those men who dream about cock more often than pussy. He also has gay fantasies, you see. And that's all it is, Joanna. Many men have homoerotic urges, just as we women... well, you know." She stroked Joanna's cheek tenderly. "They want to know what it's like to have a hard cock in their mouth or in their ass, and these kind of urges never go away. Often they get married but the desires just get stronger." Joanna's arms tightened around her, seeking comfort as she squeezed their bodies together.

Michele loved the intimacy she was building with this beautiful, married 34 year-old. She had always been a master of manipulation in her adult life, getting people to do what she wanted, using her sexuality as a weapon. But this was a lot different. She felt almost maternal towards Joanna as she tried to educate her -- this gorgeously sexy, vulnerable, naïve wife of her ex-lover who was crying softly in her arms. She snuggled Joanna's cheek deeper into her lush cleavage, enjoying the feel of warm, female breath and wet tears against her bare skin. She could feel her own desire mounting as she cradled the other woman's head to her ample bosom.

Joanna looked up at her tearfully, struggling to adjust to this new idea about her bicurious husband. She hadn't yet reached the level of understanding when she could ask Michele about her own role in the whole sordid affair. In fact, as she looked up into Michele's captivating green eyes she saw nothing but beauty and kindness. She suddenly felt overcome with emotion. She lifted her head so Michele could kiss her. God, she felt drunk, but she craved the younger woman's lips on hers.

"Please kiss me," she whispered, holding the younger, curvier woman tightly as if Michele was life-raft in the ocean in which she felt adrift and might drown. She felt so much love for Michele at that moment -- it was a deep, emotional love that was overlaid with the thrill of a profound sexual attraction. An irresistible yearning was simmering in Joanna's core, making her ache for the physical passion of being with another woman. This woman. The thrill of anticipation was turning her pussy to molten lava, and she loved the feeling.

Michele lowered her face to Joanna's and kissed her tenderly for a long moment, sliding her tongue slowly and sensually into her mouth. It was a long, delicious kiss which left both women feeling hopelessly aroused and wanting more.

"I'm someone who helps people fulfil their fantasies, you see." Michele continued eventually, letting her hands drop down to Joanna's perfect ass. She already knew Joanna's sexual fantasies. She fondled her sexy bottom lovingly through the little black dress as they kissed. She wondered if Joanna was naked under her dress again, or was wearing the panties she'd bought for her. She knew Joanna wouldn't stop her if she slid up her dress to find out, and she was right. They fell into another passionate kiss which deepened as Michele savored the deliciously firm shape of Joanna's athletic cheeks through her soft, silky panties. She loved the thought that she'd bought Joanna such an intimate garment, and that Joanna had them snuggled against her pussy all evening.

"Take my dress off, Michele and help me upstairs," Joanna murmured, breathing hard, her face flushed with arousal and wine, "I don't want you to leave. Stay with me."

"My beautiful, sweet Joanna. You've never been with a woman before, have you? I can show you so much. Do you want me to take you to bed?" Michele unzipped Joanna and helped her out of her dress, which fell to her bare feet. Joanna slid her panties down and stepped out of them, leaving her wearing nothing but her solitaire diamond pendant which hung temptingly in the valley between the feminine softness of her breasts.

As before, Michele was struck by Joanna's lithe body and she couldn't help but lower her mouth to Joanna's perfect breasts, making her gasp with unexpected pleasure as she expertly sucked first one then the other of Joanna's lovely pink nipples into her mouth. At the same time she brushed the tips of her fingers against the plump peach of Joanna's pussy lips.

The seduction was complete, but Michele knew she was in over her head. The powerful feelings of longing that were flowing through her as she suckled Joanna's pretty breasts were eclipsing the original idea of seducing Joanna just to get revenge on Steve. The passionate desire she was now feeling was totally unexpected and far beyond her ability to control.

"Oh fuck..." Joanna panted, equally out of control. She was on the brink of an orgasm from the overwhelming sensation in her nipples. Just the thought of Michele's mouth on her naked body was enough to make her cum, "Oh fuck yes. A thousand times yes, Michele, take me to bed." She threw her arms around Michele's neck and pressed her bare boobs against Michele's, then, as if she had just thought of something, she said, "I want to see you naked," as she drunkenly took hold of the zipper that she'd been eying all night.

Michele obligingly allowed the other woman to slide her zipper down slowly, releasing the weight of her full breasts and continuing all the way to the bottom where the soft, dark fur of her pubes was exposed. She slid the body suit off her shoulders and peeled it down her hips to stand breathtakingly nude in the candlelight for Joanna's eyes to feast upon. The dancing shadows highlighted the stunning shape of her full breasts, complete with large, erect nipples, and Joanna let her eyes rake greedily downwards over the younger woman's taut belly to the sinfully tempting triangle of neat pubes between her thighs.

"Oh fuck," Joanna said again as the intensity of her own desire swept away the last remnants of her old straight girl self. "Oh fuck, Michele, you're so fucking beautiful."

That night, Joanna discovered something new about herself. She found she loved lesbian sex intensely. In bed with Michele, she had the most incredibly fulfilling sex of her life. Making love with Michele was so delicious, so sensual, so erotic and so gloriously sexy. Michele was a thoughtful lover, taking her breath away with her beautiful kisses while her skillful fingers played over her breasts and delved between her parted legs, She loved -- no she utterly adored -- the sensual feel of a woman's nude body in her arms, sliding so wantonly against her own nakedness. Of a girl's mouth on her breasts, suckling her nipples and making her climax so forcefully she thought her brain was going to explode. Then finally, the incredible sensation of a female tongue in her pussy brought Joanna to heights of ecstasy she never thought possible.

That night, Joanna dreamt she was in a field wearing nothing but an almost transparent nightdress. Men were leering at her lustfully. Through wisps of mist she could see a gate. Michele was there too, also wearing a sheer nightie through which Joanna could see the outline of her body and the color of her nipples and pussy. Michele took her hand and led her towards the gate which was now made of stone, like the doorway of a large church. The men had disappeared. Fluffy clouds surrounded them as the two woman stepped hand-in-hand through the doorway.

They woke up on Sunday morning in Joanna's big king-size bed, with sun streaming through the windows, both knowing something fundamental had changed. Joanna wondered if she could ever go back to straight sex after such a wonderful night of lesbian pleasure, while Michele traced her fingers over Joanna's bare hip and realized she was hopelessly in love with this gorgeously sexy woman.

Joanna caressed the nude mermaid on Michele's forearm, "Maybe I should get one of these," she suggested.

"Or even better, we could get matching tattoos," Michele said with a girlish giggle,

"How about a lesbian-themed love symbol -- like interlocking female hearts or something, just here," she touched Joanna's thigh, "high up, so they would only show if we wore really short skirts. Then they would peep out below the hem." She was half joking, but Joanna seemed to be serious.

"Ooh yes, I like that!" Joanna said excitedly, "... but what if we were on a beach in just bikinis? Everyone would see them." Fuck, that would be hot, she thought.

"Then people would know," Michele said, kissing Joanna tenderly on the lips. It swiftly developed into a passionate make-out kiss as the two women pressed their nude bodies together.

"Wow. Well they would certainly know if you kissed me like that on the beach!" said Joanna breathlessly,

"Yes... or if I did this," Michele agreed, cupping Joanna's breast and caressing her nipple until it grew in her fingers,

"Mmmm, yes, or this," Joanna said, sliding her hand down between the younger woman's thighs to cup her mons. They kissed in silence for a minute with Joanna becoming more and more aroused at the way her breasts were being stimulated. Her finger gently massaged Michele's clitoris until it slid inside her, making her gasp.

As they kissed, Joanna sucked Michele's lush tongue into her mouth, then rolled onto her back to let Michele move her warm, curvy body on top of her. She dug her fingers into the soft flesh of Michelle's ass. She adored these plump cheeks and the sensation of these feminine lips on hers, and never wanted to stop kissing her. She could feel a dreamy orgasm staring to bubble up inside her. It was as if she was going through the gate in her dream with her female lover. Things were changing in her. She broke the kiss and whispered, "I want people to know." Saying those words turned her on like crazy.

The two women made love languidly, moving their bodies sensually together in the morning sunlight as they kissed deeply on the king-size marital bed. Joanna didn't know what time Steve would be home, but he was only a two hour drive away, so it could be any time, but she desperately wanted Michele to teach her how to lick pussy, the ultimate lesbian act that Joanna longed to try, having fantasized repeatedly about it. Last night Michele had given her the best orgasm of her life, her head between Joanna's thighs and her tongue in her pussy, licking her to a heavenly, life-changing climax, and now she longed to return the favor. It couldn't wait.

"Teach me to lick you," she whispered into Michele's ear, kissing her neck sensually,

"I want to make you cum with my mouth."

"Do it," Michele gasped, as the married woman kissed her way down the sensitive parts of her naked body. She parted her legs, "you already know what to do."

After a luxuriously long time mouthing Michele's very responsive breasts, Joanna slid down the bed until her feet hung over the edge, where she could lay her head on the younger woman's hip and inhale her musky, sexual scent. She wanted to take her time and do this right -- the first time she'd ever tried cunnilingus. She lovingly licked her way all around Michele's sex, making her whimper with desire, then pushed between her legs to bestow a passionate tongue-filled kiss on Michele's pussy. Joanna found she loved the slippery taste of Michele's pussy. She was thrilled to hear Michele moan, "Oh yes baby," so she knew she was doing it right as she nibbled the other woman's clitoris and sucked her juices. When Michele climaxed in her mouth she felt more fulfilled than at any time in her married life. Sex with a woman was exquisite. She could never go back.

Suddenly, Joanna jumped up with a guilty start, "Michele, Steve could be back at any minute -- we should probably get dressed!"

Michele didn't move, she just looked at Joanna's beautiful nakedness and smiled,

"Should we?" she said wickedly.

"Steve won't be very happy about me cheating on him... with you of all people, I mean, in our bed too," Joanna said with a note of panic in her voice.

"Well, you should probably know that Steve has cheated on you before. With me, in fact, not just with that well-hung client of mine."

Joanna looked crestfallen, "He did? Were the two of you...?"

"Yeah we dated a long time ago, before he met you. When i was just 18 in fact, so..."

"I knew it!" Joanna exclaimed, "That sonofabitch never told me." She looked longingly at Michele's gorgeously big breasts. No man could keep his hands off this sexy woman, could they? She immediately put the blame on her husband rather than Michele for this transgression. "So you had sex with Steve?" she asked with a confused look on her face. "The bastard had sex with both you and that guy?"

"Well, it will never happen again, I can promise you," Michele said, lifting up the bedsheet as an invitation to Joanna, "Come back into bed and let's talk about this," she said, "And let's leave the bedroom door open, don't you think? I mean, Steve will totally get the message when he sees us naked in bed together. He'll understand in a millisecond. So much easier than trying to explain this to him," she said reasonably, luring her back to bed. "Come here and kiss me some more."

"And I suppose I have to forgive you for screwing my husband since, well, now we've both been to bed with you!" Joanna said, accepting Michele's idea willingly. It seemed like a great way to show Steve they were lovers. She was rummaging for something in her nightstand. "Will you use this on me?" She held up the wicked-looking triple Orgasm3 with a huge grin.

"Ooh yes, we can definitely use that on each other." Michele said with a giggle, feeling her pussy moisten at the prospect.

"What are we going to do?" Joanna asked, after resuming her place at the younger woman's side. "Do I need to divorce him?"They snuggled up together. Joanna's heart skipped a beat as she thought she heard the sound of a car door closing in the driveway,

"Good God, no, you don't divorce him, sweet Joanna."

The married woman let Michele pull her into a lingering, tender kiss on the lips, ready to go along with whatever Michele said. How did she never know it would be this fulfilling to kiss a girl?

"What then?"

"Well, Joanna, I think the solution is obvious," Michele answered, palming one of her lover's pretty breasts, "We need to get Steve a boyfriend."