What is it with men? I think everyone of them has a fantasy involving two women. My husband and I have talked about this subject many times. It's usually after we had a few drinks. When I was younger, (in college) this one girl I met, Bonnie, latched on to me and we kissed and played with each others tits a few times. That's all that ever happened. I mistakenly told my husband a couple of months ago. You should have seen his eyes. The thought of his wife with another woman gave him a hard on instantly. I never thought much of it, because like most young women, experimentation is part of growing up. I must admit, the thought of watching a woman play with herself does get me wet. As much as I blame men, most women probably have some lesbian tendencies. I found this out last week...
It was a beautiful fall day. My daughter was having a friend over for a "play date". Ah! to be four years old again. Well maybe not four. Its very heart warming to see her having fun. Jennifer and Elizabeth were playing away up stairs. Lori, Elizabeth's mother, and I were chatting in the kitchen. We were talking about her recent ailment and started to cry. Some of her limbs become numb throughout the day, and by night fall she's very tired. The doctors don't know what's wrong. She was obviously feeling overwhelmed. My Motherly instincts took over, and I gave her a comforting hug. She did not want to let go. Suddenly she said, "Oh Mary you are such a good friend", and gave me a kiss - full on the lips. It wasn't a "friendly" kiss. It was passionate. I felt this incredible tingling sensation throughout my body. I couldn't believe that I was feeling this way. She pulled away from the kiss, and I could tell she was embarrassed, and apologized for her forwardness. I realized that there was more to this than her ailment.
"Let's sit on the couch, Lori," I said. We moved to the couch.
I continued, "Lori, there's obviously something else going on. Do you want to talk about it?"
At that point my daughter yelled down and asked me to come up stairs and help her. "Hold that thought," I said.
I returned from helping my daughter, and Lori was in the same spot staring into space. "Okay Lori, what's going on?"
Lori paused a minute, and then began to speak. She said, "My husband hasn't made love to me in over three months. It's my ailment, but he says it isn't. When you hugged me, it felt so good, I just could control myself."
I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. We sat in silence for what seemed like 30 minutes. I finally reached out and grasped Lori's hand. I told her I was sorry. I'm just trying to imagine what it must be like not to have your husband hold you, or touch you. My husband tends to be the opposite. He can't keep his hands off me. She looked so sad; I reached out and hugged her again. As we were holding each other, she kept telling me how good it felt.
As we were holding each other, I said, "When was the last time you had a real good orgasm?" This time I took her by surprise. She pulled away from our hug and put her head down. She raised her head and looked at me. "Mary, I haven't even masturbated in a month!!"
I couldn't believe it. I said, "YOU"RE KIDDING!!" Well this didn't help, she started crying again. I apologized for the comment, and reached out and grabbed her. I started running my hands up and down her back. She started doing the same to me. I couldn't believe it; I was actually getting wet at her touch. I pulled her away from the hug, starred into her eyes, which were bright red from crying and jokingly said, "you're a mess!!" That brought a smile to her face. She leaned forward and kissed me again. This time it was more like a friendly kiss. As she was pulling back from the kiss, I pulled her back and gave her a wet, passionate kiss. She melted in my arms. As the kiss lingered, she began to moan. I knew her panties had to be as wet as mine. Maybe even more.
As we broke the kiss, she looked me in the eyes and said, "What are you going to do?"
I reached out and ran the back of my hand across her cheek a few times. "I'm going to make you feel like a woman again," I whispered to her.
Fortunately for her, and me, it was a warm day and she was wearing a tank top. Lori has smaller tits than mine. They were about palm sized. I ran my hand slowly down her neck, and through the middle of her breasts. Her breathing was getting heavy. I used the back of my hand to circle her small, firm breasts a few times before I used the palm of my hands to squeeze them. She just closed her eyes and started mumbling, "God, that feels good!!"
I said to her, "Touch me the way I'm touching you." She opened her eyes and looked down at my tits. Her hands were trembling. She reached out and started squeezing my tits. "Oh!! You're not wearing a bra!!" she stated.
"No, Brian hates me wearing them," I said. I bent over and whispered in her ear, "I'm not wearing any panties either!" She gasped.
"Would you like to feel," I said.
She stopped caressing my tits and moved her hand to my crotch. She could feel the dampness of my wet pussy as she touched the crotch of my black stretch pants.
Like she had done to herself several times in her life, she started slowly rubbing my pussy. I started to moan.