Other Housewives Awaken Pt 05

My wife had no clients for Tuesday, so she decided to do a little scouting. Her travels brought her to the grocery store. She was wondering if it would be possible for her to spot a lonely housewife who would be willing to have her sexual desires fulfilled. My wife was wearing her white nurse's uniform, pussy juice crusted white pantyhose and damp white heels. She had two buttons undone on the top and bottom, leaving 6 buttons to hold her dress together. She was hoping to see if she could get a woman to notice.

Naturally, there were several men who did their best to get close to her and strike up conversations to have a better look at her. She looked super sexy, so I could hardly blame them for trying. As she strode up and down the aisles, picking up the odd item we needed, she began to notice a cute, petite woman in her 30s seemed to be having a particularly bad day. She got off her cellphone in a huff and was throwing things into her cart. My wife also noticed she was wearing a short, thin sun dress, some cute little Keds on her bare feet and a wedding ring. My wife decided to approach her and ask if she was doing OK. The women confessed that she was having a bad day. My wife worked her magic and convinced this woman, Miranda, to let her treat her to a coffee after she finished shopping. Miranda agreed and they met at the local coffee shop.

My wife poured it on thick about how she understood that husbands can be difficult since Miranda told her that she was fighting with hers recently. My wife took the bold step of telling Miranda that she found that sexually satisfying herself at times like that helped immensely. Miranda was shocked but intrigued. As my wife was talking, she turned in her chair so that her legs and hiked up skirt were visible to Miranda. Naturally, my wife started dangling her one heel off the end of her toes. It didn't take long before Miranda was sneaking peeks at my wife's teasing. My wife told Miranda about how she'd get massages from Erin and they helped her relax and release her pent up sexual energy. Miranda naturally inquired as to how that helps with a difficult husband and my wife giggled that it just makes him optional and that psychological edge helps to deal with him better.

Wanting to test Miranda a bit, my wife started dangling her heel more wildly and it eventually flew off her foot in Miranda's direction. Miranda looked at the heel on the floor for a few seconds and then reached for it. The way she grabbed it up by the vamp, her fingers were in the damp pussy juices near the toe. My wife stretched her leg out and Miranda obediently slid the heel onto her nylon covered foot. Miranda then sat back and discretely smelled her fingers as my wife looked down, pretending to straighten out her dress. My wife could tell that Miranda was indeed going to be game for a massage and she left an offer on the table. She told Miranda that if she ever needed to talk or wanted to try relaxing with a massage, my wife would be pleased to help. The two ladies exchanged numbers and parted ways. My wife was very aroused and hopeful after this encounter.

When my wife got home, she decided she needed to give herself a Hismith treatment. Whenever she needed to be fucked bad and, on the rare occasion, didn't have a partner, she would use the Hismith on herself. Knowing that she could be subjecting herself to hours of uncontrollable orgasms before she had the presence of mind to shut it off, she still risked it. Before she began, she put a large bowl under the edge of the table to catch her leaking juices. She then positioned the Hismith, with the largest attachment, next to her massage table. She climbed onto the table and, through the open hole in the crotch of her pantyhose, fed the 14" dildo hanging rudely in front of her deep inside herself. With the controller in hand, she fired it up. She was so horny and wet, she went right to full speed and the giant intruder started destroying her pussy. As she slipped into orgasmic bliss, she had no idea if she could even stop the machine and would just orgasm until her body gave right out.

My wife awoke to her cellphone ringing and her pussy throbbing and soaking wet. She verbalized "holy shit" when she realized she had been on the machine for 3 full hours. She shut the Hismith down and tried to gather her thoughts as her phone still rang. Eventually, she was able to shakily answer her phone. It was Miranda. Miranda was sobbing and asked if they could meet to talk. My wife asked if she would be comfortable coming over to our house and that I wouldn't be home for several hours. Miranda agreed and said she'd be there in about half an hour.

My wife's pussy was totally blown out and the large bowl beneath the table had what looked like a quart of pussy juice in it. She hadn't bothered removing her pantyhose, dress or heels. Her pantyhose were soaked all around the crotch and the back of her dress was soaked in her pussy juice too. Oh well, she thought as she put the bowl of pussy juice aside and straightened up the room. After half an hour, the doorbell rang and it was Miranda. She looked beautiful in her sun dress and Keds. My wife invited her in and told her to leave her shoes on. She offered her coffee or tea or wine and Miranda said "wine would be nice". My wife fetched two glasses of wine and suggested they go somewhere comfortable to sit. My wife took Miranda to her massage room and immediately thought it might have been a mistake because the scent of pussy filled their nostrils as soon as the door opened. Miranda pretended not to notice but my wife could see her nostrils flare and a smile come across her face.

Miranda sat down on one couch and my wife sat down on the other. Because both women were wearing short dresses, their legs were on full display to each other. My wife asked Miranda what she wanted to talk about. Miranda started telling her about a fight she just had with her husband and the tears started streaming down her face. My wife got up and sat down beside Miranda to comfort her. She wrapped her arms around Miranda and they hugged on the couch. When Miranda stopped crying, my wife wiped her tears and then Miranda plunged her lips against my wife's. The two ladies kissed deeply for several minutes until Miranda broke away and apologized. My wife told her she didn't need to apologize and that she was there for her and wanted to do whatever she needed to make her feel better.

The two ladies talked and sipped wine and my wife started dangling her one heel. Miranda couldn't take her eyes off my wife's foot and heel as it swayed back and forth. My wife then suggested that Miranda slip off her own shoes and asked her what size she wears. Luckily, same size 7 as my wife. My wife asked Miranda if she wanted to try on her heels, so she could try on Miranda's Keds. Miranda was a bit giddy about the idea. They swapped shoes and my wife loved the heat from Miranda's feet as she slipped on her Keds. Miranda also noticed the dampness of my wife's heels as she slipped into them. My wife asked how she liked them and she cooed that they were so comfortable. Miranda started to dangle one of the heels off her bare foot and my wife was watching intently.

My wife then asked Miranda if she would like a massage to relax. Between the wine and the sexual tension in the room, Miranda responded "if it's not too much trouble". My wife helped her onto the massage table and slipped her heels off Miranda's bare feet. Miranda's feet were beautiful and well taken care of. Miranda just laid back and enjoyed my wife's touch. My wife got an idea and moved the bowl full of her pussy juices to within reach. She dipped her hands into the pussy juice and started to rub Miranda's feet using the pussy juice as lubricant. Miranda cooed and sighed as my wife rubbed her delicate feet. My wife gathered up more pussy juice on her hands and started to work her way up Miranda's legs. Miranda spread her legs to give my wife access to the part of her body that only her husband had ever touched. The naughty girl had no panties on.

My wife gathered up more pussy juice on her hands and kept moving towards Miranda's pussy. When my wife reached Miranda's pussy, she gathered up more pussy juice from the bowl and started rubbing Miranda's labia while occasionally slipping a finger inside her body and dragging her fingers across her bulging clit. Miranda's pussy was about what you'd expect from a woman with two children. It was tight but ready to open up to the right person. After a few minutes of pleasing Miranda's pussy, my wife got her to slip her dress off. Once fully naked, my wife poured pussy juice from the bowl onto Miranda's back and began massage her back and neck. With one hand rubbing her neck, my wife slipped her other hand down onto Miranda's sex. She fingered her gently with two fingers and she continued massaging her neck. Once my wife's fingers were covered in a delicious mix of the two women's pussy secretions, she slipped her fingers around Miranda's face and into her mouth. Miranda devoured my wife's soaked fingers. As the massage went on, Miranda's body was complete covered in my wife's pussy juices. Miranda was now on her back, completely covered from head to toe in another woman's pussy juice. She even had streaks of dried pussy juice in her hair. My wife went down on her and plunged her tongue deep inside Miranda's willing pussy. Miranda had several orgasms onto my wife's face before begging her to stop.

Miranda seemed slightly embarrassed and apologized that she didn't know if she could return the favor to my wife. My wife reassured her as they hugged and cooled down that she just wanted to serve Miranda and make her feel better. Miranda hugged her deeply and thanked her for loving her and giving her some release. Miranda finally asked if she could take a shower but my wife told her she shouldn't. She told her that smelling like that, she would have power over her husband. Miranda smiled and the light came on about what my wife just told her. The two ladies kissed some more and Miranda finally headed home with the smell of my wife's sex all over her. It would be a couple of days before my wife heard from Miranda and she was cheerful.

Miranda told my wife that her husband started to talk harshly with her and changed mood completely when he got near her. He started to apologize and hug her; taking in the smell of pussy from her hair and neck. It had been a long time since he had acted this way with her. She said they had passionate sex and he fucked her with renewed energy. She asked my wife if she could fit her in for the occasional massage treatment and my wife gladly accommodated her.