The story so far: Monique Davidson is a French-born family doctor in a mid-western U.S. city. She has been having a love affair with Alex Hughes. After a chance meeting at a county fair, Monique and her husband Myles had dinner with Alex and his wife Liz. The dinner party turned into a husband-swapping party and several hours of uninhibited sex followed. At the end of the evening, Monique and Liz had a long, sensual dance together while still naked. The dance had aroused bisexual feelings in the two women that were a surprise to the young Liz, and a re-awakening for the French brunette.
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Liz tried to go on with her life as normally as possible, but she was in a state of emotional turmoil. The attractive, slender blonde couldn't get the events of Saturday evening out of her mind. The evening of wild sex with Myles Davidson, another woman's husband, had given her numerous orgasms and the occasion would have been unforgettable to most women. For two hours she had fucked on the living-room floor, while her own husband, and Myles' beautiful wife Monique, had been doing the same thing not six feet away in the same room. It had been a night to remember for all of them.
But it was not the sex with Myles that occupied her mind now. She could think of nothing but the dance with Monique, the alluring tall brunette with the sexy French accent that she had met for the first time earlier that day. At the end of the evening of fucking, when they should have been drained of sexual energy, the older, beautiful woman had taken Liz into her embrace and they'd had the most incredible dance. They had been naked, and Monique had held Liz tight against her body, her hands pressing into Liz's ass, as they moved sensually to the slow music in the background. The feeling of the soft feminine belly and breasts pressed against her, their erect nipples brushing lightly, and the feeling of her pubic hair mingling with Monique's, had aroused Liz enormously. When Monique had given her a long, lingering kiss at the end of the dance, she had thought she was going to swoon. For the first time ever, Liz had wanted another woman to grope her between the legs. She was silently willing Monique to move one of her hands around to her pussy, and touch her where she ached to be touched. The petite blonde had been ready, even eager, for Monique to possess her, and would have let the brunette do anything she wanted. And Liz had been ready to do anything to Monique in return.
Liz was a happily married woman, who'd enjoyed a normal, active sex life with her husband of several years. Now, out of the blue, she found herself sexually attracted to another woman, something she would not have believed possible. Was it a fluke, brought about by the sexually-charged atmosphere of the evening? Had Monique been merely teasing her with the dance and the kiss? Or was Monique genuinely attracted to Liz, and the sensual dance had been her way of letting Liz know of her interest? As Liz sat at home recalling what had happened between her and Monique, she felt her heart beat faster and her pussy grow moist. Whatever Monique was thinking, there was no doubt in Liz's mind about her own arousal.
What Liz did not know was that she had reminded Monique of a long-lost friend. When Monique had been in boarding school in France at the age of 18, she had developed a schoolgirl's crush on another 18 year-old blond girl named Annette. Annette had loved her in return, and they'd shared many breathless moments together, whenever they had been able to get some privacy in the all-female school. It had been the first real love for both young women, and their encounters had been thrilling beyond description as they kissed and caressed each other passionately, while fully clothed, in the quietness of their dormitory. Their lovemaking had been intense, but it never went beyond kisses and caresses. Nevertheless, when Monique had put a hand under Annette's short plaid kilt and stroked her panty-covered pussy, or when Monique had felt Annette's hand doing the same to her, the young women had experienced intense orgasms that left them exhausted, and with panties so wet they needed to be changed.
Monique and Annette were obsessed with each other, and giving each other orgasms had become routine. They had been deliriously happy, and had begun to plan for a way to have real sex, where they could be in bed completely naked and could explore each other's body in slow comfort. Finding that degree of privacy was a difficult thing to achieve in a boarding school environment.
Their blissful happiness had come to an abrupt end when Annette was removed from the school without warning. Her parents arrived at the school in a car, and Annette was taken away in tears. She hadn't had time to even say goodbye to Monique. Afterwards, Monique concluded that the nuns who ran the school had grown suspicious of the friendship between the girls and informed Annette's parents of their suspicions. She had never seen Annette again, and she had never had any attraction toward another woman since that time.
Monique had not thought much about Annette in recent years, after she moved to the USA. She got married to Myles and they had each begun their practices as family physicians. Her marriage eventually went sour, and she had begun a torrid love affair with Alex Hughes, the husband of one of Myles' patients. Then there had been the chance meeting of the two couples at the county fair, followed by the evening of husband swapping, where Monique and Liz had fucked each other's husband for hours. That evening was not too memorable for Monique, as she had been fucking Alex for weeks prior to that. Doctors were not supposed to fuck patients, or patient's husbands, but Monique was long past caring about that. What had been most memorable for Monique was that she had met Liz for the first time.
And Liz was a dead-ringer for the schoolgirl Annette.
When Monique first saw Liz she was stunned at the resemblance to Annette; the same blond hair, the same slender curvy body, the same angelic face, the same bubbly personality. And, to Monique's surprise, she felt the same emotions toward Liz as she had felt toward Annette. Even as she was fucking Alex that Saturday evening, she had been glancing over at Liz and wondering what it would be like to be fucking her instead, fucking her as she had dreamed of fucking Annette all those years ago.
When the two men had finally fucked themselves to exhaustion that evening, Monique saw her chance to experience the sensation of holding a naked Annette close to her own naked body, something she had dreamed of doing years earlier. The dance had been wonderful as she pulled Liz as close as possible, and ran her hands over the blonde's delightfully smooth ass. She surprised herself at how sexually aroused she had become as she had felt a strong desire to pull Liz down onto the floor, spread her legs and fuck her. The watching husbands would probably have enjoyed that action. But she didn't have the courage to take things that far. She was thrilled when she realized that Liz was responding to her caresses, pushing herself against Monique as they danced. The long, gentle kiss at the end of the dance had obviously moved Liz deeply. Later that evening, after Alex and Liz had left, Monique had lain naked in bed, no longer thinking of Annette, but thinking instead of Liz, and excited by the possibility that, one day, she and the pretty young blonde might fuck each other. She had fucked Alex, and now she was looking forward to fucking his wife. It was an exciting prospect. As she lay in the darkness of her bedroom, her hands crept down her body and her fingers gently combed through her dark pubic hair. She remembered the pleasant sensation when the hair had mingled with Liz's blonde pubic hair just a short while earlier. When her fingers touched her clitoris, a familiar twitch of pleasure surged through her loins. She rolled onto her back and opened her legs wider. She wondered if she would ever be spreading her legs for Liz. Monique imagined Liz's blond head moving in between her wide open thighs, the lovely mouth moving closer and closer to her wet pussy. Both hands moved faster as Monique's fantasy rolled on, caressing the soft folds of skin where her legs joined. Two fingers stroked in and out of her wet hole while another finger rubbed the swollen clit. Her orgasm came, and her mind was filled with erotic images of a naked young blond.
Liz was totally oblivious to what Monique was thinking, or about the look-alike girl in France from years earlier. All that she knew was that Monique has aroused in her emotions that she didn't know existed, emotions and sensations that she would like to experience again. As the days went by, Liz found herself thinking about little else. She was slightly disturbed, but also aroused, when she realized that she was thinking of Monique as a sex partner, not merely a friend. She found herself wondering what it would feel like to have her pussy licked by a woman. Or what it would be like for her to pleasure a woman in the same manner. But not just any woman, nor just any pussy; she was only thinking of Monique. She needed to know if the lovely French doctor felt the same way about her. There was only one way to find out.
Liz went to her computer and did a telephone directory search. She found what she was looking for and, with her heart pounding, she made a telephone call. She arranged an appointment for late the following afternoon with Dr. Monique Davidson.
