Reader, this is primarily a story of a forced lesbian seduction by an utterly captivating and beautiful sexy wife, of another. This is followed by the forced seduction of herself, and acceptance of the terms and conditions, set by her victim and her husband of that young beautiful wife.
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Lydia Smales was facing a huge unasked for problem, one she could never even have envisaged. It had come out of the blue, and it was so stunning she could hardly get her breath. She was standing in her own living room at the woman who had just spoken to her.
When she was able to speak, she said unbelievingly. "Are you out of your tiny mind, what are you talking about?" the woman stood in front of her smiling. It was her friend Mary Beth Taylor; she was a beautiful woman of thirty, happily married, but maybe not? Lydia thought.
Five feet nine inches, which put her about four or five inches above Lydia. Her face was amazingly lovely; she brought stares from wherever she went, or whomever she met. Her hair was long and soft, a shiny mane of auburn, today it was piled nonchalantly on the top of her lovely head. She wasn't really flirty, but her eyes were, come to bed eyes, her lips inviting people to kiss her, and her smile was so seductive, men drooled over her.
Her body was to die for, legs that went from here to there, her dress sense was immaculate, and she lived in style. Her husband who was about five years older than her was very successful, and she had a house that was the envy of most.
But Lydia wasn't envious, not even a little; she had 'the' husband too. He was successful, dynamic, good looking, virile and they were very happy. Lydia was about five feet four inches and a bit. She herself was more than attractive, but not to Mary's standards, 'but hey ho,' were Lydia's thoughts, 'she doesn't have what I have,' she would say to herself.
'I have Jack, she only has Derek,' who was Mary's husband, and that's where Lydia had more than the upper hand. Mary's problem was, everyone knew that Jack was the man, a real man, dashing, good looking, courteous, a gentleman, a good conversationalist, listener, and a great guy to have in your bed on a cold dark night.
Mary Beth repeated what she had just said, and it was just as shocking as the first time. "You heard me, I want you to share Jack with me Lydia, or I may have to take him off you!"
"I can't believe you are in my house and saying this to me, I thought we were friends?" Lydia managed to say.
"We are friends Lydia," Mary said, "and we'll remain so, I'll just have Jack to play with when I need to!"
"You are crazy Mary; I think you had better go before I lose my temper." Lydia said harshly.
"Lydia, you know I'm far more beautiful that you are, I'm sexier than you are. I am probably better in bed that you are. In fact I know I will be, so why don't you admit it, say yes. And then we can talk to Jack and tell him how things will be, you know he would never turn me down, you've seen him looking at me, haven't you?"
I through a barb at her, "Hah," I said, "You spend half of your time in bed with other women, why do you want a man?" She smiled at that, the barb seemed to have missed.
"Yes I do Lydia, and wouldn't you just like to share my bed with me too," she sneered to me, "just to see what I can do for you. I know your tongue hangs out when you think no one is looking, I've seen your nipples harden for me, I turn you on too don't I!"
That was it, I flew at her, she had thrown a barb at me, and it had hit! I did 'look' at her, everyone did, and yes I did find her sexy and attractive, but that's because she was. And the fact that she had seen me looking, checking her out when I thought she didn't know hurt, and my nipples did harden sometimes too!
I had never been that way; I had never even sought a relationship with another woman. But, I suppose, like most women, I had thought of what it might be like. I was never adverse to the idea, and to be honest, if I had ever gone down that route, then Mary Beth was be in the vanguard. I grabbed at her, more angered because she had found me out than anything else. I was going to scrag her, even give her a good slap. But the room seemed to spin and I found myself on the floor with her more or less on top of me. She had a grin on her face.
"Ooops Lydia, what have you done, you are a silly girl aren't you? Now I think I am going to have to teach you a lesson in manners." I started to struggle, to throw her off me, but she was taller than I, and heavier by quite a few pounds because of our different statures.
I still don't know how it happened; but suddenly, she was laid at my side, up on one elbow. Had an arm around my shoulder and holding onto my wrist. My other arm was underneath her back and she was laid on it, she lifted her leg lifted over mine. And then she just looked at me. I struggled again, and fought, but I never went, or got anywhere. I was held like a wrestler in an unbreakable hold.
Then the most amazing thing happened, she kissed me full on the lips, she enveloped mine and me, and I couldn't pull away. I was in another hold, Mary kept kissing me, I tried to turn away I really did, but I was held tight in her lip lock. She was breathing through her nose and her breath washed over my face, even coming from her nostrils it was sweet, aromatic, and sexy.
The first thing I did was to ignore it, and her. But I couldn't, it was her lips, they were so soft, and so compelling and demanding, that in the few seconds of her kiss, I was falling into an abyss. Her hand was cupping my chin, then I felt it slide to my neck, over my shoulder, then down over my breast, I heaved at her to stop her, no chance!
