We had been friends for almost seven years. We met at work one day. I had always seen her around but never spoke to her, until the day I bumped into her. She had long brown hair and hazel green eyes, and a great smile. She was thick and plump, just like me, just like I like my women.
We were both married with wonderful loving husbands, but deep down inside we had always wondered. What it would be like to be with her? I had always been attracted to women. Soft, sensual, thick, plump women and she knew that. I had always been honest about my attraction to her. I was by far an " expert" on women, but I knew what I liked and I knew what I wanted.
My husband calls me his "LITTLE FREAK", he loves the fact that I am into women. Mainly because he like to watch my love sessions, but mostly because I usually ask him to join in. I love watching my fatty of the week, suck his thick, 9 inch cock, and he loves watching her suck on my thick, juicy pussy. But that is another story, for another time.
One night, while having dinner with my husband he said "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, you can ask me anything."
"Have you ever been with her?" I replied by saying "No."
"Do you want to?"
I just smiled. I thought of the day that I walked in on her while she was taking a shower. I had to pee and couldn't hold it in any longer, I knocked on the door. "I'm comming in to pee."
"That's fine, I needed your help anyway."
HELP? What did she need MY help for? She swung open the shower curtain, releasing all the hot steam that had been building up inside. There she was, standing right in front of me. Hot water, streaming down over her body, her nipples were erect from the cold air that was let in. My heart started to pound in my chest, my pussy started to throb. "What did you need me for?"
"Would you mind washing my back for me?"
Would I mind?? Every part of me was now screaming inside.
"Sure I'll wash your back."
She handed me the body wash. Sweet Pea, from Bath & Body Works. I knew, because I had it also. She turned the shower head away from her, as to not get me wet, but I was already wet. My pussy was wet.
I placed a big mound of body wash in my hand and slowly ran my hands over her shoulders. My heart was pounding so hard. I was sure she could hear it. Her back was all soft and soapy, my hands glided over her skin so easily.
I slowly ran my hands down the middle of her back to her ass, and ran 2 fingers between her plump ass cheeks. I heard her gently moan and say
"That feels nice."
All I could do was smile. My hands made their way back up to her neck, she raised her arms, exposing the sides of her breasts, which I couldn't help but stare at. My hands made their way down to her breasts, slowly rubbing the soap all over them, causing them to turn white from the bubbles. I moved closer and closer to her nipples, finally feeling their hardness under my finger tips.
Is this really happening to me, am I dreaming? She let out a gasp when I gently pinched them, which caused me to let go.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."
"No, you didn't hurt me." as she turned around showing me her very erect nipples and her clean shaven pussy.
I just stood there, watching the water run down over her belly and the soft, sensual rolls of her white flesh. Watching the water wash away all the soapiness my hands had left behind.
Should I tell her how badly I wanted to take her nipples into my mouth or how my panties were now soaked from my juices. I just stood there, looking at her.
"Anything else you need me for?"
"Not right now." she replied.
Not right now?? What did she mean by that? I got myself together and walked out of the bathroom.
"Hello, are you still here with me?" I heard a deep, male voice say. I quickly realized that it was my husbands voice, he was sitting across from me at the dinner table. "Was it good?" he asked
"Was what good?"
"What ever you were thinking about. From the smile on your face it must have been good."
"Yeah, it was good."
We finished our dinner and after the flash back I had just had, I was now ready for desert. What I had in mind the restaurant didn't offer. I didn't realize how horny I had gotten until my husband brushed up against my ass with his crotch, and I felt his firmness through his pants.
We walked to the car, got in and drove away. I could feel the heat rise from my womanhood. I spread my legs, slowly slid up my skirt and ran my fingers over my pussy. I could feel the wetness on my panties. The light touch of my fingers sent goose bumps racing down my body.
My husband looked over and smiled, his hand slowly finding its way to my wet slit and from there his fingers made their way to my clit. He started gently, rubbing it, making sure that my juices completely covered my now throbbing erect clit.
"You like that baby?" he asked.
"Oh yes, please don't stop, Make me cum."
"You know I will." His pace quickened and this touch became firmer, he could tell I was getting close, by the way I was rocking my hips against his hand, and by the way I was breathing, heavier and faster. "Come on baby, Cum for me. Cum on my fingers." he repeated those words over and over.
"YES, OH YES, its coming!!" I thrust my hips hard into his hand as my body exploded in pleasure.
"You're a very bad girl." he said.
"You will soon see what a bad girl is."