Girls Weeend Revelation

It was the weekend that we all look forward to each year, girls weekend at my beach house, where me and my three friends Emma, Hannah and Jess go each year in September.

I'm Claire, and I met Jess about 15 years ago when our first kids were in the same preschool. Hannah is Jess' sister, and Emma is a friend of theirs from a town over. I became better friends with them all through a running group that they started up. We would run together a couple of days a week. Over time, Jess and Hannah dropped out of the running due to the chaos of everyday life trying to balance work along with each having three kids. For the past 5 years or so, it's just been Emma and I getting together once a week for a run, sometimes just a walk.

I just turned 45, Jess and Emma are 43, and Hannah is the baby of the group at 41. Like most groups of women, there can be a little drama from time to time, but it's really just little stupid stuff. Even though, we do gossip a bit about each other over kids and things going on in our life.

One of the ongoing issues has been Jess's recent years habit of canceling out of plans last minute. It's usually one of the once every few months dinners we try to meet up for, but this time it was canceling going to our girls weekend literally the day before. She claims her oldest daughter was having some major anxiety flare up and couldn't make it. Making matter worse, she was Hannah's ride, and now Hannah had to miss the first of our two nights.

So here it was, just Emma and I, into our second bottle of wine and gossiping a bit about both Hannah and Jess. As you might expect with women our age, the topic of weight came up. None of us ever think we're thin enough, and while Emma and I are no longer 18, we still get plenty of looks from guys. Jess' weight seems to have past the point of no return, as she has gained quite a bit of weight the past few years and hasn't snapped back like she has in the past. I was telling Emma how Hannah putting on a few pounds actually makes her situation with her husband make a little more sense. Now don't get me wrong, she's still very attractive with the few added pounds. As my husband says, nobody is going to kick her out of bed.

Emma's interest was piqued and asked me how so? I said I never really understood how Jack landed her as she was drop-dead gorgeous before putting on a few pounds and was way out of his league in my mind. She's 5'5", straight dark brown hair, amazing DD boobs and a really nice ass.

Emma gave me a little eyebrow raise and said "Sounds like someone has a girl-crush." I felt myself blushing, and quickly tried to change the subject, jokingly telling her that if I ever went lesbian, she would be the top of my list. Emma gave me this odd smile that was uncharacteristic for her, and simply said "Interesting" before getting up to open another bottle of wine.

I was hoping to move on to some other subject as I was a bit mortified that Emma was reading something into my words that wasn't there, but Emma kept the conversation on Hannah. She asked me if I ever fantasized about Hannah.

I about died - and immediately gave her a resounding "no!"

Emma, in a completely straight forward yet coy manner, said "Well, maybe you should try it sometime."

I replied, "Oh come on Emma, are you serious? I'm not into girls, and neither is Hannah."

Emma said, "Well maybe you're not, and that's fine, but Hannah for sure is."

We were both pretty tipsy at this point, and I said "You're full of shit Emma."

To which she replied "Well this is going to shock you, but I have first-hand experience."

At first I just looked at her confused. Then I laughed out loud thinking she was just messing with me. When it became clear that it was not a joke, I flat out told her I didn't believe her. She told me I didn't have to believe it, but it was the truth, and said maybe I wasn't ready to hear that.

I said, "Yeah, I think you're right and I think I've had enough to drink. I'm going to bed - see you in the morning."

Now, Emma is a lot of things, but a liar is not one of them, but how could I not be aware that this was going on? As I laid in bed, my mind was racing with so many questions, and I also couldn't deny that I was aroused.

When I awoke the next morning, Emma was already up and in the kitchen making us breakfast. Handing me a cup of coffee, she said, "I'm sorry about dropping that bomb on you last night. I'll respect your privacy, but if you have questions and want to talk about it, that's fine too."

I gave a condescending little laugh and said, "Well, yeah I have questions Emma. How long has this been going on?"

"About two years," she replied.

"How could you two cheat on your husbands?"

"We told them early on and they think it's hot. And no, they don't join - it's just our little thing Claire."

"Has it affected your friendship with Hannah, Emma?"

Catching herself laughing, "Well yeah I guess so, but in a positive way."

"How often?" I asked.

"Every couple of weeks, or sooner when Hannah needs it."

"Needs it?" I shot back.

"Yes, Hannah likes to submit to me when she's stressed out."

"Submit to you? Jesus Emma, what the hell does that mean?"

"I know this is a lot to unpack, but Hannah craves submission, and I enjoy being dominant."

"Hannah is submissive? Confident, assertive Hannah? I don't believe you."

"Yes Claire, if you weren't so naïve, you would understand that people who project confidence and assertiveness on a regular basis often crave the opposite at times as a release."

"So, it's like an S&M thing - whips and shit?"

"No, and now you're just being an asshole Claire. I'll tell you what it is. According to Hannah, it's by far the best cums she has ever had in her life. So we can never talk about this ever again if you'd like because I'm not looking to be judged. Here's your breakfast, I hope you enjoy it. I'm going to take a shower."

An hour later Emma came back upstairs and sat on the sofa opposite me in an easy chair and began reading her kindle. She was wearing an oversized sweatshirt, and surprisingly, just a pair of panties that I saw as she sat down. I thought it was an odd, kind of sexualized look, given the situation. Her hair was in a pony tail, and she had this radiant aura to her. I told her I was sorry. That I shouldn't have judged her, and actually wasn't judging her, I was just shocked. I said if they're happy, then I'm happy for them. Deep down I was concerned how this dynamic might affect our friendships. Would things be really awkward?

I told her that I hope Hannah is happy and safe. "She is safe, right?"

Emma said, "Here you go again, thinking this is some kind of forced relationship. Hannah wants this."

"But she's submissive to you? I just can't really believe that."

Emma said, "Well if you would like, I can prove to you that your friend is not only safe, but a willing participant."

"And how are you going to do that?" I asked.

She said, "Just trust me, but if you agree, then you also need to agree to something I'll ask of you later today."

"And what's that Emma?"

"You'll have to wait and see."

"OK, fine - prove it".

With that, Emma got up and retrieved her phone from the kitchen counter. She said, "I'm going to Facetime Hannah but she's not going to know you are in the room. Keep quiet until the call is over."

Her authoritative tone sent a tingle to my pussy. I couldn't believe what was about to happen, and it was all I could do to remain outwardly poised and unaffected, but inside I was a mess. Hannah answered on the third ring and they exchanged the normal pleasantries.

"Hi, how are you, what's going on, how was last night, how's Claire?" Then Emma's voiced seemed to change, just slightly, to take on a tone of being a bit more in charge. Or was I just imagining it given the situation? "Claire just went to take a shower. What time are you coming?"

"I'm leaving around mid-afternoon and will be there for dinner. I'm so pissed at Jess for this, and I'm a bit on edge having to make the two-hour drive by myself."

"Well, we'll have to take care of that, won't we baby?"

In a lower voice, Hannah says "How are we going to do that with Claire around?"

Emma, lifting her sweatshirt to expose her pink panties, and sliding a hand inside says, "Where there's a will, there's a way - are you going to deny yourself this pussy?"

"No" Hannah submissively answers.

"Good, I'll see you around dinner." Disconnecting the call, Emma asks "Satisfied? I'm getting dressed, let's do our shopping."

The car ride to the shops was quiet. Neither of us said a word. Thank God it was a short five-minute drive. In the stores, we acted like our normal selves with each other. We hit some boutiques, a Christmas store, and a bookstore before heading to lunch. Next to the pub we planned to eat at was an upscale lingerie store. Emma wanted to stop in to see if she could find somethings for her upcoming anniversary weekend getaway so we stopped in. I've been in this shop before, and bought a few cute things over the years. It's super high-end, luxurious La Perla type lingerie and nightwear.

As we entered the store, the saleswoman - a girl really, she looked like she was still in college - greeted us and asked if we were looking for anything in particular. We told her we were just browsing. She was a beautiful strawberry blonde, and very tall. I would guess 5'10. She was wearing a beige floral bra-top with long, flowing linen pants. Her name was Cassie if we needed any assistance. I noticed Emma subtly check her out as she left us to help another customer.

Emma took an interest in a beautiful light blue and cream set that included panties, and matching garter and bra. It was very sexy, with a lot of lace, and was also pretty sheer. Emma called over to Cassie asking if she could use one of the dressing rooms. Cassie came over and led her to a nice sized room that had a simple curtain front. Taking Emma's item to hang them for her, Cassie asked if she had the right sizes, and also recommended a cream hose that would work well with the cream in the set. Emma thanked her and began to undress while Cassie fetched the hose.

While I was casually looking through the racks, I couldn't help but notice Cassie helping Emma get dressed. They both looked so gorgeous, and working together to dress Emma was hypnotic. "Claire" I heard twice and snapped out of my trance. It was Cassie trying to get my attention to let me know Emma wanted my opinion.

I came over and Cassie opened the curtain to invite me into the dressing room. "Well, what do you think?" asked Emma.

"It's gorgeous Emma. I'm sure Matt will like it."

Just then Cassie said "I think the bra fit is a little off - let me get you another size to try on." A minute later she was back, and standing behind Emma, Cassie was showing her where she thought the fit was off a bit. Emma agrees, and Cassie unclasps Emma's bra right in front of me so that I can't help but stare at her tits. Cassie helps her into the new bra, and again plays with the fit - and Emma's tits in the process - and says "Yes, much better don't you think?"

Emma, with a slight smile in the corner of her mouth, looking deeply into my eyes, asks "Do my tits look better in this one Claire?"

I swallow hard, and reply "Yes, they do. I mean it's a beautiful outfit.". I turn and quickly leave the room, feeling a bit weak in my legs. The whole experience was so erotic. What was happening to me?

After what seemed to take too long, Emma paid for her items while I continued to browse the sexy garments, before we headed next door to the pub. It was pretty crowded as it was the Holiday season and we had to wait a bit to get a table so we sat at the bar and had a drink. I'm sure Emma noticed that something was off with me, as I was unusually quiet. I felt like my head was in a fog and I was having some sort of out of body experience. Finally, our name was called and we were seated in a cozy booth in the back corner of the pub.

As soon as we settled in Emma said it was time for me to fulfill my end of the promise from the Hannah "proof" call. Demurely, I said ok. "You're to go to the bathroom Clair and remove your panties and bring them back to me."

I'm pretty sure my jaw dropped, and I just stared at her for a few seconds, unable to organize a response. "Do it now" commanded Emma. I stood up and reached for my purse - before Emma stopped. "You don't need that" she said.

I found my way to the bathroom and a private stall. I already knew I was wet, and while it was going to be a little humiliating to bring them to her in that condition, I knew she already knew that, and it was all part of her plan, whatever that was at this point. I only knew that I was surprisingly open to anything she had in mind.

On my walk back to the booth, I felt like everyone could see that I was holding my panties and my face was flushed because of that. I sat down and kept the panties in my hand at my lap. Emma gave me a raised eyebrow and then looked at the table where she expected me to place them. I did, and she just let them sit there instead of taking them right away. Just then, a cute young waitress came by to take our drink order, and noticing the panties, quickly said "Oh I can come back".

Emma stopped her and said "That's not necessary. We're just going to do another round of drinks." Getting the gist of the situation, she gave Emma a grin and smile and went to grab our drinks. When she returned a few minutes later with the drinks, the panties were gone. They were discreetly in Emma's lap, as I was pondering the question Emma asked me after she felt and played with my panties for what seemed like an eternity.

Her question to me was "Claire, are your panties wet because of the Facetime call with Hannah or from seeing me in my sexy lingerie and my naked tits? Or both?" I was about to utter some probably incoherent answer just as the drinks came, so I paused to allow that to happen. Once alone again, before I could speak, Emma spoke up. "They're sticky, but there also seems to be a dried, crusty level underneath. That suggests to me that both the call to Hannah and the lingerie store events sexually excited you Claire. So, I'll ask for just yes or no answers. Did you get aroused over the Hannah call?"

Looking down at the table, I replied "Yes."

"Did you get sexually aroused when you saw me in the lingerie?"

"Yes."

"Did it excite you to see my tits?"

Once again, "Yes."

"Look up at me Clair. One final question, and this can be more than a simple yes or no. What would you like to do about this?"

"I'm not sure."

"OK, then let's go. Hannah should be here soon."

The ride back to my beach house was again silent. It dawned on me about half way home that Emma still had my panties. I pulled on my skirt to make sure it was as far down as it goes out of fear my pussy might get exposed. I've never been so aroused in my life, but I just didn't know what I should do. I was excruciatingly horny. We both knew it. When we got to the house, I went to the kitchen to check email on the computer and Emma went down to her room.

When she came up a few minutes later, she was back in her oversized sweatshirt and panties. She came towards me holding my panties and told me to stand and lift up my skirt. I was frozen as she bent down to help me step back into them one foot at a time. After she did, she slowly pulled them up my legs until they were back in place. She checked their fit around my hips, then my ass, before she checked the front by slowly running a thumb from my gap to the top elastic of my panties. She whispered in my ear, "I want you to go get dressed like me - just panties and a sweatshirt, no bra. And you're not to touch your pussy, do you understand?" I just nodded and went to change.

Twenty minutes later, Hannah came through the front door. She dropped her bags, let out a big sigh of relief from the drive and gave us each a hug. Feeling her tits against mine surely put another layer of cream into my panties. Emma broke out a bottle of wine and Hannah dominated the conversation for 20 minutes trying to get us caught up on what went on with Jess and getting to the house today. She was clearly on edge.

Emma told her to just relax and take a deep breath, which she did, and then beckoned her over for a neck and shoulder massage. Hannah settled in on the couch, her back to Emma, inside Emma's legs. For the next 10 minutes Hannah continued telling us about her day as Emma gave her what would have seemed like an innocent, friendly massage before the events of the past 18 hours.

Emma told Hannah, "Ok enough stress talk for now" and whispered something in Hannah's ear. Hannah seemed confused, but Emma whispered again, and this time I could clearly make out that she said "Do as you're told." Hannah got up and announced she was getting another glass of wine, and changing into something a little more comfortable.

As soon as Hannah left, Emma pulled her sweatshirt up just above her tits. With her legs still in the straddled position from when Hannah was in front of her, her panties were also exposed. "It turns me on that you like my tits Claire". I didn't know what to say, so I just kept looking at her. The whole time she kneaded them and played with her nipples. "Hannah loves my tits too. She can't get enough of them. A bit ironic, as her tits are nothing short of spectacular. I think you know that, girl-crush and all, but she's told me you've never seen her undressed."

As if on cue, Hannah comes upstairs and is wearing the exact same lingerie set that Emma tried on earlier. Emma seeing my surprise, tells me that the reason it took her so long to check out is that she had Cassie find another set from the back so she could buy it for Hannah. She couldn't resist, and I could see why. Hannah literally took my breath away.

Emma patted the spot in front of her, and Hannah retook her massage position. But this was not going to be a continuation of the massage. It was purely sexual now. Emma ran her hands under Hannah's very filled-out bra, cupping her amazing tits, and announcing to Hannah that she found out today that I had a girl-crush on her. "She was gushing about how beautiful you are, and while trying to maintain that she didn't mean she was attracted to you sexually, she later got cum all over her pretty panties listening to our Facetime call and watching me dress in the lingerie store. She finally admitted that she was sexually aroused over our relationship, but when I asked her what we should do about it she was literally speechless. So, here we are. She's still speechless. Let's continue, shall we."

With that Emma took off Hannah's bra, exposing her DD tits and a necklace that was trapped down her amazing cleavage. Emma began to play with Hannah's tits and gently pulled the necklace out, exposing it - "Lezzie". "That's right Claire, she's my little lezzie. Isn't that right baby?"

Hannah, in a husky, throaty voice says "Yes mistress" as she turns her head and starts making out with Emma. As they're making out, Emma takes the heel of one of her feet and presses it against Hannah's pussy, making Hannah moan and gyrate her hips. I've never seen anything so erotic.

Emma breaks off the kiss and gives me a sly smile while continuing to play with Hannah's tits. "Do you wish you were playing with your girl-crush's tits Claire? Or would you rather be in her place, with me slowly playing with your tits? Hmmm?"

In a low whisper-like voice, I say "Either one."

"Aww, that's it baby, you're finally giving up the pretenses. Play with your tits under your sweatshirt for us baby. Yes, just like that, baby. Do you like when I call you baby?"

I moan out a "Yes."

"Aww, are you a little subbie lezzie like your girl-crush baby? Answer me Claire!"