(Author's note: Some people have trouble with longer stories, but sorry, a story tells itself and demands it's own length. So, here is a shorter, short story.)
Cory had been a good wife to Ben; at least, she thought she had. Then just a month ago, she had come home unexpectedly early and found Ben with Elaine, their dentist's assistant for god's sake. It was right in the living room. Cory had come in, and there was Elaine, an admittedly cute blond of about twenty, naked as the day she was born and sitting in Cory's favorite chair, her reading chair.
Between Elaine's thighs and kneeling on the floor was Ben energetically giving Elaine head. Cory had stood there in shock for nearly two minutes before Elaine saw her and screamed. Cory ordered them both out and immediately began divorce proceedings against Ben.
Just out of the shower, Cory looked at herself in the bathroom mirror critically. She was tall. Five foot eight, dark hair, nearly black. Her face was pretty, even lovely with those pouty lips and high cheekbones, but maybe her breasts were too small. She hefted them and ran her fingers over her nipples, which hardened instantly. They looked about average, but they'd be large on a smaller woman.
Her waist was slim, and her hips were full, and her legs were long and shapely with rich calves fairly rippling with her muscles. Many men had told her that she had the most beautiful legs that they'd ever seen. Her pussy was covered with black hair – not too thin, not too thick. She had a beautiful, even tan without bikini marks – a salon tan. So what was it with Ben? Was it because Elaine was blond? Or was it because the sexy young blond was about six years younger than Cory?
Elaine had really looked good in Cory's favorite chair too; her pale, smooth legs spread wide, her trimmed, golden bush invitingly parted for Ben's hungry mouth. Cory closed off that line of thought quickly. What was she? Some kind of masochistic pervert? There was no question that one of the emotions that had been in Cory's mind as she stood viewing Ben and Elaine was sexual arousal.
Lust even. Not arousal for her naked, kneeling husband, but arousal for the spread-open blond girl with the pink nipples. Even now, despite the pain, the horror and the loss, she could become aroused thinking of those slim ankles, those perky breasts, the swollen lips between her pale thighs... Disgusted with herself, Cory hastily put on a bra and a pair of panties, no longer wanting to even see her own nude body lest it arouse her to more perverse thoughts.
Her doorbell rang and Cory hastily threw on a terrycloth robe and went to answer the door. It was Lisa again. Lisa was her neighbor, a young blond woman in her early twenties who lived alone, a stewardess who traveled a lot. Lisa had come by frequently since Ben had been thrown out, apparently desiring to comfort and reassure Cory.
It was sweet, and Lisa was good company, so Cory didn't mind, even though Lisa's blondness tended to remind Cory of Elaine. Which wasn't fair of course. They weren't even the same 'type' blond. Elaine was a Nordic blond with nearly white hair. Lisa was a darker, more golden blond. And Lisa was a friend, not a rival.
Lisa came in dressed in an airy yellow dress, her blue eyes sparkling like her shining smile, her golden-yellow hair flowing down in waves just over her shoulders. Cory thought her dimples were sexy when Lisa smiled, and Lisa smiled a lot at Cory. Cory tried to ignore the loveliness of Lisa's legs – why was she wearing such a short skirt anyway! And her tan! It was so even that her smooth legs looked as if she was wearing hose.
Lisa eyed Cory's robe with a cocked eyebrow, "Hardly managing to get started these days, are we?"
Cory closed the door and sat down heavily on the couch, tears of frustration threatening to form in her eyes. She just had to stop thinking of other women that way! Trying not to sob, she said, "Yeah, it's hard, really hard!"
"Hey," said Lisa anxiously as she sat down beside Cory, "I didn't mean to be so flip. I'm sorry, really sorry!"
"Oh, it's not your fault, Lisa," began Cory, and then she began to spill it all for the first time, including her perverted sense of attraction to Elaine's wanton nudity, but ending on what really hurt, her husband's infidelity.
"That sucks," said Lisa softly, "Why, if I had a woman like you, I'd never look at another!"
Cory chuckled and corrected her, "You mean if you were a man and had a woman like me."
"No, I don't."
Cory realized that Lisa was stroking her arm. Goose bumps rose beneath the blonde's gentle touch. Cory raised her eyes to look into Lisa's steady blue ones and saw lust there, lust that stirred Cory's groin just because someone was attracted to her when she'd been feeling so unattractive. "B-but, I've never done, you know, anything with a woman before."
Lisa whispered, "Maybe you should." Her lips were close to Cory's neck now, and Cory could feel her hot breath tickling. A thrill ran through Cory's body, and she just leaned back, trying to catch her breath. "You know, feeling attracted to Elaine is pretty natural," Lisa casually put her hand on Cory's thigh and gently squeezed, "after all, all women are sexy. That's why men want us, and it's why they cheat on us to be with other women."
She parted the top of Cory's robe and ran her hand over Cory's bra, her lips lightly brushing just under Cory's ear. Cory closed her eyes, remaining passive. Lisa opened the robe more and began kissing Cory's face and neck, gentle kisses that warmed where they touched. Cory moaned, surrendering. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered who would do what and how. But her cunt was tingling. Her nipples were hard as rocks, showing even through her bra.
Lisa pulled the robe down over her shoulders and with one hand reached behind and unhooked Cory's bra. Her breasts fell loose as the blond whipped away the brunette's bra. Lisa made a little noise of delight in the back of her throat and gently clamped her mouth over one then the other erect brown nipple.
"We shouldn't do it in here," protested Cory, "not in the living room."
"Why not?" Lisa tossed Cory's robe aside and slid her hand between Cory's legs and squeezed the damp crotch of her panties.
Cory raised her hips as Lisa worked to pull down her panties. "You have really sexy legs," breathed Lisa, running her hands over them. Her eyes locked on to the dark delta in the center of Cory's hips, "In fact, you're pretty everywhere. Really pretty!"
