Lesbian - Bi-curious wife Jessica is seduced by Kristina
Author's notes: Warning! This is a lesbian sex story, without any direct male sexual involvement. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a 'Jill' off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.
All characters are eighteen or older at the time any sexual contact in this story takes place.
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I'm Jessica and I am told I look a lot like the character Penelope Garcia from the show "Criminal Minds". I even sometimes get mistaken for her at malls and such, it's quite embarrassing. I've been going to Weight Watchers (WW) for years, but only in the past year have I made any real progress. Real fucking progress, 100 pounds worth of every damn day hard work and exercise progress. I owe most of that to two people, my WW friend Kristina, and my husband Jim. Jim has been so supportive, cooking his own meals, and redoing our budget to afford the new wardrobe every three months. Kris has been my coach, my friend, my confidant.
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It all started last year when Kris and I met at Weight Watchers. She'd just moved to our city, but she'd gone from 300 pounds down to 150 (over three to four years). Then after some lipo and skin tuck surgery (plus breast implants) she looked like Kirstie Alley, crossed with Christie Brinkley. We are talking supermodel hot, super sexy, and super fun to be with. She needed someone to show her the town, and she picked me. I may never understand how I got that lucky, but I did.
I never got the sense Kris is a man hater. She hangs herself all over Jim when we are together, making me jealous of both of them. She spends just as much time all over me. Kris is a very touchy-feely person with everybody, without much in the way of boundaries, or filter for conversations.
Luckily we don't live far from each other, the town is so spread out, but her apartment is walking distance from our house. So we started going to breakfast after the early morning Saturday meeting we met at, then soon we were car pooling. I'd pick her up and then drop her off at her apartment. We'd kiss each cheek, very continental.
We often have her over for dinner, since she and I ate from the same menu. Jim didn't mind, since the first time she came over she gave him a hug, and his is all gentlemanly, so she moves his hands to her ass and tells him to give her a good feel. She explains she was the ugly ducking for so long, nobody wanted to touch her, now they think she is too hot to touch. Gawd, I craved to know just how that felt! But I pouted for two weeks, while Jim was squeezing her Charmin. He noticed right away and started being much more grab-ass with me, but it wasn't until Kris sorted me out that I actually felt better about myself.
The next time she came over, she asked me what is wrong. We dance around the issue until she finally pins me down.
"Jess, you are such a mess! Jim touches me a little and you get all jealous?" Kris chuckles, in amusement at my predicament.
"No, that isn't it at all. I couldn't blame Jim for wanting to be all over you. I've even given him a 'Hall Pass' with your name on it. It's true, he keeps it in his wallet!" I defended, nearly in tears.
Sure enough, Kris checks. Then she grabs Jim and kisses him so hard and for so long I thought they were just going to go at it right there. Jim is certainly ready to do so, if your know what I mean, with a missile ready to launch right in his pants! I couldn't blame him. I often get wet for no real reason other than Kris being around, so I am not the least bit surprised that he is hard. But it did take a long time to go back down.
So Kris goes into the house, probably needed to use the loo, and comes back out with a piece of paper, then has Jim sign it. She returns to me, tears streaming down my face, as I'm sure I'm going to lose my husband to this super vixen.
Kris promptly kisses me hello, just like normal except this time on the lips, but she grabs my butt and massages it after putting my hands on hers. She is so firm from her workouts, and I'm still fluffy butt, but at least I'm on equal terms with Jim. Pulling my chin up to look at her, she gives me a brief brush of her lips, that electrifies my soul. Our eyes meet and I'm sure she can see my soul.
"You now have a hall pass, just like Jim's. You can do anything you want with me. So sometime in the future, when you are ready for it, you are going to give me a kiss as good or better than the one I just gave Jim. Let's just be nice to each other, eh? Deal?" Kris says brightly.
I am in shock. I get to kiss this gorgeous angel anyway I want, fondle her, touch her, have her fondle me, touch me... It is like a bomb of awareness lights up my skull. I have the hots for Kris, and she likes me enough to let me have a go.
I don't know what the roots of my attraction to women are, or where they came from. You hear the stories of the girls who practice kissing with each other, so the guys won't know how inexperienced they are, or the ones who make out with each other for the same reason. If I wanted a boy, I just planted one on him, hoping he wouldn't reject me until he'd used me as much as I am willing to be used. My kisses quickly escalated to blowjobs, and most of my girlfriends kept up, so despite not being the best looking, hottest girls, we were pretty popular until Becky started putting out and the stakes went way up. Right about that time we moved to the city where Jim lived, so even though I'd given up my virginity years before, I didn't have to give it up on every date with every guy, which became the fate of my 'slut sisters', something for which they blame me to this day.
But movies and culture changed. Sigourney Weaver (in the Aliens film), Xena and Gabrielle (which I can watch over and over), Scarlett Johansson (in Vicky Cristina Barcelona), Charlize Theron, Peg Bundy - women could be strong, hot, and even a lot of slutty and still be erotic. I started watching the newer movies about women that liked women, and even the ones that also liked men. I am feeling more bisexual by the day. This idyllic exploration of my own sexual identity lasts about six months.
It didn't help during this period that Kris became my workout partner. Even though we went to the local neighborhood gym that caters to women, I felt like everybody knew. One class I would be in front, and the next Kris would be in front. I could see her nipples poking through her sports bra. I could see her vulva thru her yoga pants, which always makes me wet. No doubt I have exactly the same effect on some of my classmates until the day one of the other class mates gave me a heads up.
"Girl, if you're all stiff and wet because of John, just ask him if he'd like a blowjob after class. His big old cock can take it. If he likes it, he might even give you a private lesson at home. He prefers married women, especially ones who need an incentive to keep coming back. Why do you think I'm here every week, besides hoping for another ride on the best cock I've ever had in my life?" she confides to me and in a heartbeat, with a bob of her ponytail, she is gone.
