Britney returned home from the beauty shop. Tiffany had been working part time for only a few weeks. Britney was a striking 42 y/o mother of two with auburn hair with curly locks falling on her shoulders. For years, she had disappointed in her breasts, which were "small" by today's standards, a large B, but with exercise, her breasts had remained firm and with only minimal sag compared to the women with much larger breasts. Tiffany was taller than Britney's 5'4" frame and had jet-black hair. Her breasts were easily a "D" cup, which was the root of Britney's current angst.
Tiffany had just taken over the chair to the right of Britney's. When things slowed down, Tiffany had asked Britney if she wanted to style her hair. In exchange, Tiffany would do Britney's hair during the next lull. Britney had done exceptional work on Tiffany's hair. There could not have been a better way to make a new friend. There was a steady flow of work for much of the day, until around 4 pm.
"My turn" Tiffany said.
"Ok, sure" Britney sat in the new girl's chair.
Tiffany worked skillfully but occasionally throughout the style, Britney felt Tiffany's breasts press unto her shoulder. Surely, this could not be an accident! Tiffany had been doing hair for years and had never brushed against a customer with her breasts. Had it been an accident? Had it been on purpose? Tiffany had dropped hints that she was a lesbian. Had Tiffany been coming on to her?
Even the thought of Tiffany coming on to her made her blush. Britney had never been with another woman. She had at, Tom's insistence, watched some porn tapes to "spice up" their love life. Tom had thought the sight of the porn star's large cocks had excited Britney. But the truth be told, it was the girl-girl scene that made her pussy swell and get hot.
Britney had accidentally stumbled on two girls making out in the shower in college, many nights she had played with her pussy at the thought of being with another woman. But her reserve had overwhelmed her desire to explore the female form. Tom had brought up the subject of a M-M-F three way, a M-F-M-F four way, but he had not suspected her inner longing to be with another woman.
Should she tell Tom about Tiffany's actions? The last time she had shared a sexual twist with Tom, she had ended up with a wildly out of control vibrator called "the rabbit." It had altered their sex life to the point that they had even less intercourse than the recent past. The Rabbit was somewhat larger than her husband's cock. Tom was not exactly "small," more like average. His rounded belly had swallowed somewhat 6 ¼" long cock, and his thickening pubic mound shrunk it even more. Tom had adjusted to pressing his hard cock against Britney's ass or thigh as she skillfully controlled the movements of her rabbit. He could not compete with it's power, so he had surrendered and settled for adding whatever augmenting pleasure he could give. What would Tom say about her question? Would he press her to admit to her bisexual curiosity, worse yet would he actually press her to be with another woman, worse yet would he need to press her? At 40 years of age, it was as if somebody flipped a switch and the past two years had found her sexual appetite waxed hot even as her husband's appetite whined.
Tom and Britney retired to their spacious bedroom after the kids were in bed. Britney related to Tom the day's events, excluding her lustful replay calumniating in a wild fantasy aided by the ever-willing rabbit. Tom related his experience as a much younger man with various haircuts with an accompanying brush of the breast.
"You know I never suspected the girl might have been coming on to me!" Tom confessed his naiveté. "is she gay?"
"I'm not sure." Britney lied.
"Well it could have been an accident." Tom suggested. "I would not go pressing sexual harassment charges yet, give it more time."
"Harassment, boy is he off base." Britney thought to herself. "Yeah, right, she is new and I would hate to mess her up over a misunderstanding" She said as she placed a hand on Tom's chest.
Britney started kissing Tom, she reached down and placed her hand on his soft penis. Swollen Tom's cock was average in length and girth. Flaccid it was about 2" long and less than 1" thick. This had always amazed her. She loved watching it get hard; she loved the sense of sexual power when she would play with it and have it respond by flooding with blood and morphing into a respectable cock. As it hardened, she twisted her body from his side to cast her leg over him and straddle his groin. She skillfully rocked her body back and forth until his member slid into her warm pussy. She moved up and down and leaned forward her red hair falling on either side of his head as she kissed him before slowing and turning his head so she would whisper in his ear.
"What if she were coming on to your wife? Would you like to see your wife with another woman?" Se whispered in her most sultry voice, soft enough that he had to strain to here the words, soft enough that she could even deny the content if she had to, soft enough to be able to convince him that it was not her words but his own perverted imagination Should the need arise.
His body responded as it always did when she hit a sexual nerve. She felt his cock become even harder. He pressed it up to force it deeper into her pussy. He moved to kiss her. She withdrew her head and stopped her movements. She looked him in the eye and responded in a louder voice.
"Say it, say you want to see your wife with another woman!" She commanded.
"I want to see you with another woman." He whispered.
She responded by stroking his cock with her pussy. Than pressed down and again looked him in the eye.
"Do you want to see your wife with a woman with bigger tits? Do you want to see your wife get her pussy eaten?"
"I want to see my wife get her pussy licked by a woman with big tits."
"Do you?" She resumed her motion as if to reinforce him for having given the correct answer.
"Yes, yes, yes" His third yes corresponded with several convulsions of his cock and a forceful ejaculation.
She rolled off him, "get me my toy!" She instructed.
He had grown accustomed to fetching her rabbit like a dog fetches slippers for his master. He handed her the toy and placed himself next to her, cupping her breast in his hands and softly playing with them before he placed his mouth to her nipple and alternately licked and sucked. Her body twisted and her hips bucked as she let out a moan and came in an orgasm so intense that her whole body quivered before she drew up into a near fetal position. She flipped the toy over towards Tom, she did not need to speak, She had made him read the cleaning instructions and it had became his duty to clean the pleasure tool much as it had been her duty years before to hand him a soft towel to clean his own member after their sexual encounters.
He returned to bed, this time Britney turned to bury her shoulder into Tom's armpit and press her breast into his side.
"You meant what you said, didn't you?" Britney quizzed. "You really want to see me with another woman?"
Tom's face flushed a bit, but he did not answer.
"How long have you had this little fantasy of yours?" she asked.
"It was just sex talk sweetie." Tom said, misjudging Britney's desire.
"It was not just sex talk, you son-of-a-bitching liar." Twenty years ago Britney never would have spoken like that to her husband, but at 42 she was no longer the shy 22 year old who had taken vows to honor her husband. She still loved him, perhaps any more, but she was somehow a new woman, more in control, more sure of herself and of their relationship.
She twisted his nipple, he hated it when she did that. "Tell the fucking truth."
"Damn, there is no excuse for domestic violence!" Tom shrieked. "Ok, ok, sometimes after we watch a porn flick I think about you with another girl. That's all, it's not big deal, it's not like I would try to make you do it or anything."
She gave another twist to his aching nipple. "Make me? Did you say make me?"
"Crap" Tom thought to himself. He knew better than to say that, it just had slipped out. "Baby, I am sorry, I love you. It's just like that I want you to be you."
With that, Britney kissed him on the cheek. "Good-night" she whispered and drifted off to sleep.
It was three days before Britney and Tiffany were both scheduled to work that same shift. Britney did her best to ignore what had happened the last time they had shared a shift. At least four times during the 6-hour shift Tiffany found reason to get close enough to Britney to brush her large breasts against various parts of Tiffany's body. With each encounter, Britney found a tingling and warmth in her groin.
Towards the end of the sift Tiffany asked Britney if she wanted to stop at happy hour. Britney thought for only a moment before accepting the younger woman's invitation. We can take my car, Tiffany offered. Tiffany drove a blue mustang. The two ladies turned more than a few heads as they pulled out onto the four-lane.
"Where do you want to go?" Tiffany said over the music.
"I have no idea, I have not been to happy hour in years!" Britney confessed.
"I've got an idea." Tiffany said as she gunned the engine.
The Mustang pulled up in front of the Mellow Melon. Britney had never heard of the Mellow Melon. The single scene had changed a great deal since Britney had married. Clubs had opened and closed, changed management and changed target groups several times.
They entered the small bar, it was much darker than outside and it took a while for Britney's eyes to adjust to the dimly lit environment. She glanced around and there were perhaps less than a dozen people inside tops. Oddly enough, they were all female. The bartender greeted Tiffany by name and Tiffany strolled to a booth with high back seats which provided a degree of privacy. Happy hour was two for one margaritas. They ordered strawberry margaritas and before long Britney was feeling a little tipsy and the conversation soon turned to sex.
Tiffany, as it turned out was an expert listener and before long she had pulled out facts about their marriage that Britney had never told anybody. "Yes, her sex life was in a rut," "Yes, she had used a dildo, and yes it was larger than her husband" "No, she had never been with another woman, and yes she had thought about it." "Yes her husband knew she was interested, and no he did not object."
Britney got up to go to the bathroom, the bar was starting to get crowded and in fact there were only women in the bar, and it was obvious the girls were mostly couples. Several in fact were kissing and snuggled in various booths like only intimate couples do.
As Britney returned to the table and started to set down, Tiffany got out and slid in next to her new found friend. Tiffany made her move, reaching over to pull back Britney's auburn locks, she waited until Britney turned her head. Their eyes locked, then Tiffany shifted her eyes to Britney's lips and back to Britney's eyes. Britney froze long enough for Tiffany to move in for the kiss. Tiffany's hand moved up to touch Britney's cheek. In return, Britney opened her mouth. Tiffany did not miss the cue and slipped her tongue between her waiting lips exploring most of Britney's oral cavity. Tiffany's hand slipped down to Britney's breast. Britney pulled back slightly for a second, then in a "what the hell" that only alcohol can produce, she resumed the kiss and reached out to touch Tiffany's breast. It seemed to last for hours, but it had only been minutes as most.
Pacing herself, Tiffany broke the kiss and resumed the conversation with her hand on Britney's thigh. "What is your husband's wildest fantasy?" Tiffany pushed the boundaries of their young friendship..
They had shared so many fantasies. Tiffany related one she tought would be innocuous enough.
"Oh, my god, that sounds like fun, do you want to live it out?" Tiffany suggested.
"I don't know, I'm not sure he would go along with it" Britney giggled.
"Let's call him, what do you say?" Tiffany suggested. "Tell him that we went to happy hour and we can not drive home."
It was now dark outside. Britney's cell phone said 9 PM. The kids had previously planned to spend this Friday at sleep over's and Tom had been at a business meeting. Britney noticed the three missed calls from Tom, the music had been so loud that she had not noticed the ring.
Once again, she made her way to the bathroom, this time for some quite to call her husband. The phone rang one twice before Tom's voice could be heard. "My god Britney, are you ok? I have been worried sick, were are you?"
"Listen baby, I'm at the Mellow Melon with Tiffany, we went to happy hour and I need you to pick us up!" Britney said without any shame.
"The Mellow Melon, that is a gay bar!" Tom said with a shocked tone in this voice.
"How do you know that?" Britney said.
