I stepped back in the corridor, my head spinning, unable to adequately process what I had just witnessed. I had been married to my wife for seven years and in all that time I had had no idea that she had tendencies toward lesbianism (although I wasn't completely shocked by that). However, her obvious submission to this other woman seemed entirely out of character. I suppose one can never really know another person, not completely. I, on the other hand, behaved entirely predictably (for me); I sneaked back out of the house and, having given them sufficient time to recover, made a big deal out of slamming my car door and loudly striding through the kitchen door yelling, "Honey, I'm home."

After a minute (perhaps I hadn't given them enough recovery time), they came into the kitchen looking, I fancied, somewhat dishevelled as if they had dressed in a hurry.

"Hi, Nik, I hadn't expected you so early," my wife said, sweetly stating what I knew to be painfully obvious. "This is my friend Angelique, she volunteers at the center."

Angelique held out her hand for me to shake and as she did she held my gaze for an instant longer than necessary, letting me know she knew I knew. Then she smiled a dazzlingly pretty and disarming smile.

"It's nice to finally meet you, she didn't say you were so handsome," she said, glancing at my wife who colored perceptibly.

"I've heard a lot about you, too," I replied, smiling and lying along. Angelique was an interesting one, already making me a co-conspirator, forcing me onto her side.

"Well, it was so nice to meet you, but I really, really must go," she said, turning to hug and kiss my wife (rather demurely under the circumstances I thought) on the cheek. Still smiling and catching my eye one more time, she left the house.

My wife was obviously a little overwhelmed by the necessity to appear normal so she opened the fridge and pretended to look for something. I was more prepared,

"She seemed nice; you've never mentioned her before." I began, needling her a little just for fun.

"I haven't known her that long, I just..." At that moment, Angelique came striding back in.

"Listen, my damn car won't start again. Would you mind giving me a ride home so I can call triple A?" This was definitely directed at me and I saw my wife give a pained expression. It was obvious, however, that her submissive role extended past the bedroom because she didn't offer any alternative plan. Not sure if the nature of this situation was mechanical or psychological I decided to play along again.

"I'll take you on the bike, I wanted to get it out for a run anyway." I smiled my biggest what-a-guy smile. Five minutes later we were on the back of the old BMW (which for once didn't stall at the stop sign at the bottom of our road). Angelique, wrapping her arms around my waist far too low to be decent and holding tight, shouted directions in my ear. We had hardly got out of sight of the house when one of her hands started to stray lower touching my thighs and slowly insinuating itself between my legs. I felt myself growing uncomfortably hard and found it increasingly hard to concentrate on the rather crucial task of maneuvering the bike. Fortunately, she lived quite close by.

As we pulled into her driveway, I checked for signs of a spouse or partner and saw none. I felt somewhat exhilerated and extremely curious about this woman, my wife's lover, who was rubbing my cock through the fabric of my pants. She got off the bike and walked up the driveway, turning around and throwing me a look of invitation as she went. Making damn sure I'd got the kickstand all the way down (difficult in my condition) I followed her wondering what was next.

I needn't have wondered. Not one for small talk, as soon we were were inside the door she grabbed the lapel of my jacket and pulled me into her, kissing me hungrily, pushing her tongue into my mouth and reaching once again for my still hard erection. She kissed me and I kissed back with ferociousness that surprised me. She wasn't yielding and feminine like most women I had been with, she was hard and hungry, almost angry in her desire. She let go of my cock and unzipped my jacket and, pushing it back on my shoulders, she ran her hands up my chest under my shirt, reaching for and pinching my nipples. Soon she had pushed up my shirt and uttering little animal-like noises in the back of her throat she started licking and gently biting them, looking up at me every once in awhile to check my reaction, her face a mask of lust.

I was dizzy with lust; the surprise of what I had witnessed that afternoon only adding to my delirium. It was as if the normal rules of the universe had been relaxed for a few hours and a new order was in place that I was unused to. Suddenly, she pulled away from me and I wondered for a moment if I had done something to upset her. I needn't have wondered. She backed herself against the wall opposite me and looking me directly in the eye started unbuttoning her blouse, opening it to show me her breasts and reaching her hands up to touch them, pinching and pulling her own taut nipples. As she spoke she became increasing rough with herself,

"Did you like watching me fuck your slut-wife with that big dildo?" she asked, her voice thick with remembered lust. I nodded, not breaking eye contact; this was her show.

"She likes it when I fuck her, she begs me for it. She even likes it when I put that thing in her ass. She pretends she doesn't. The little slut says it's too big but once I start shoving it up her tight little white ass, she starts coming like crazy." Her voice reverential now, as if fondly remembering a story from childhood. One of her hands had stolen down the front of her jeans and I could see she was masturbating furiously while with her other hand she continued to twist and pinch her nipples.

"After I fuck her pussy she begs me to let her suck my cock; does she do that to you?" I nodded as she continued. "I don't let her touch herself when she's licking my pussy or my ass. I make her come by fucking her, she's such a little slut, such a little slut." As she said this, her eyes rolled back in her head and I watched her make herself come with the memory of how she fucked my wife.

Her eyes closed for a few seconds, and when she opened them I could see she had regained some clarity. Locking eyes with me again, like a snake hypnotizing a frog, she moved towards me, kneeling down and quickly unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. Taking my engorged rod in her hand she stroked me and for a second gently blew on it. Then, looking up at me, she took the entire length of it in her mouth, immediately and expertly fucking me with her mouth--pulling it all the way out and licking around the head and then hungrily, wetly swallowing it. I was so turned on and she was so very good at what she was doing, that it was only a few moments before I was on the verge of coming. She could sense this and at the crucial moment, she pulled my cock out of her mouth and staring me straight in the eye emptied stream after stream of cum onto her face and tits. Arching a coquettish eyebrow, she took my cum from her tits with her fingers and licked it off them for all the world like a cat licking cream off her paws.

It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

To be continued. . .


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