The doorbell rang so I grabbed my housecoat as I went to answer it. I wasn't expecting anyone, certainly not Michael because I had to pick him up from the airport and his flight wasn't due for some time. If it was him I wouldn't have bothered with the housecoat because I found it constricting, choosing instead to inhabit my apartment totally naked.
I opened the door to be confronted by, me, or at least my older sister or at a stretch my mother. We, me and the person facing me, were identical in every way, the same height, same figure and a pretty good one if I may say so myself, same hair colour, wore the same sort of clothes that I did outside the apartment. This was freaky.
"Hi, you must be Sam. You don't know me but I know all about you and Michael. I'm Simone, the miserable bitch that he's married to, the one he's planning to leave when he transfers to head office with you, the one who doesn't understand him and his needs, the one who hasn't allowed him sex for months. Can I come in?"
It took several seconds for all of this to sink in, I stepped back, "Sure, come in."
"I bet that you aren't wearing anything under that coat. Michael likes his women to walk around the house naked." She was standing in front of me, very close in front of me, and she looked at my front and could see the obvious which confirmed her statement.
"Would you like something to drink, coffee or something else?" I stammered, confused.
"Something else sounds good to me and I bet that you've got a bottle of champagne all cold and ready, when are you expecting him, around five this evening?"
"How did you know?"
"Our Michael is a creature of habit, why do you think that he chose someone who looked like me for a lover?"
"This is getting too weird for me. Why are you here, to warn me off?"
"No, not at all, I don't care if you keep fucking him, in fact I'd like to watch you, but then I guess that'd freak you out big time." I had the champers open and we were seated on the sofa sipping the cold liquid. Simone reached across and untied the sash of my coat. I tried to close it again but she took hold of my hand and pulled it away. The housecoat was open to my waist and she had an uninterrupted view of my breasts. Her hand reached over again and she caressed one of them and I surprised myself by not drawing back from her touch.
"You like having them touched, don't you?"
"Yes." I said quietly. That was all the encouragement she needed, she placed her glass on the coffee table and attacked both of my breasts in a way that they had never been handled before, it was as if she knew instinctively exactly what turned me on.
She stood up and pulled me to my feet. She slipped the coat over my shoulders and it dropped to the floor. "Very nice." She indicated that I should take her clothes from her, and after a short hesitation I complied, her skirt and blouse, that's all that she wore, followed my coat to the floor. She was so much like me it was uncanny, even to the shave pattern of her pubes. She pulled me down beside her onto the sofa and returned to fondling my breasts. I was scared, not only because this was just too weird, or because it was moving way to fast for me, but because I was the passive partner in all of this, never having been in this situation before I didn't know what to do or if there was some sort of protocol involved.
Simone took one of my hands and placed it on her breast and it was as if the hand had a mind of its own and I was caressing her as she was me. A soft moan told me that I was turning her on.
Her lips feather-touched my hardened nipple a second before she took it into her mouth and suckled on it, my god that felt so good, I was getting wet from this attention as she was about to find out when her hand moved between my legs and a finger found its way into my pussy. My hips rose to meet her and she abandoned my nipple and transferred her attention to my pussy. After several minutes of her tongue probing deep inside me it was replaced by first one finger and then two, finally she had three fingers deep inside me, stretching me, while her tongue licked at my clit. I couldn't hold out any longer and came in a shuddering, writhing orgasm.
When I had regained some sort of composure Simone kissed me, not a platonic kiss like I would have given my mother or sister, but a full on tongue involved passionate kiss and something inside me was enjoying this totally new experience so I returned the favour. "For someone who's never had sex with a woman before, you seem to be enjoying it."
"How do you know I've never had sex with a woman before, is it that obvious?" Who was I kidding? My experience with sex was strictly hetero and not with that many men. Don't get me wrong, I've thought about what it would be like having sex with a woman but never enough to actually go out and find it for myself, but if the opportunity presented itself..."
"You better believe it kid." My hand had found its way between her legs which wasn't hard because they were spread wide in an open invitation, and my finger was probing inside her wet pussy. "Before we get too involved here I think that we should talk and I should explain my reason for being here."
"This sounds ominous."
"Not at all, not unless you're Michael that is. I have known about the two of you almost from the beginning of your relationship and in one way I was flattered."
"Flattered?"