Marilyn Birmingham conscientiously locked the door to her little pottery shop on Main Street before getting into her car and heading to the edge of town where her church stood. Entering the church basement and walking down the hallway to the storage room, she began sorting through canned goods that they'd raised for the local food pantry. It wasn't hard work, but more importantly it took her mind off of her dilemma. Vince was cheating on her.
At 5 foot 7 she was on the tall side, and still rather attractive, and worked hard to remain so. Vince had started dating her in high school, and he'd been so charming. He'd made her feel like a princess, and when he popped the question she hadn't hesitated a second. Vince was her man, and was going to be the father of her children, and they'd have a nice house and be respected members of town society. And for the most part, she'd gotten all those things.
"What are you doing here at this hour? Shouldn't you be home starting dinner?" a voice came from behind her.
That voice belonged to Peggy Brisco, wife of the town mayor, and one of the churches executive committee members. Peggy was beyond any pretense of being, or even pretending to be youthful, but she wore maturity well, with an elegance and confidence that was impossible to mistake.
"Oh, hi Peggy! I just needed a little quiet time and a little busy work to help me sort through things." Marilyn offered.
"Anything I can help with? You know I'm here for you if you need a sounding board for anything. Is it one of the kids?" Peggy asked.
"No. Nothing like that." Marilyn replied. "Actually it's Vince. He's been stepping out on me. It's been going on for some time, and I'm tired of being ignored, and pretending I don't know about it."
"Oh, honey! I'm so sorry to hear that." Peggy said soothingly. "But to be honest with you, it happens a lot more than you'd think, and you can't let it reflect on who you are as a person. I mean, you've been a great wife, a fantastic mother, a good business owner, and a valuable member of this community. And it's an unfortunate tendency for men of a certain age to start wandering once the first bloom of youth begins to fade."
"I know all that, Peggy." Marilyn said with a tone of frustrated despondency. "But somehow it just makes me feel powerless and...unresolved."
"Do you know who she is?" Peggy asked.
"Yeah. She works in a bar over in Emmitsville. She's young and pretty. When I first found out I actually went to confront her, but I lost my nerve because looking at her and talking to her at the bar...Part of me understood what Vince saw in her." Marilyn said.
"Well, just so you know, you're not powerless. And you're not alone in having this happen to you. I did too. I remember the dilemma all too well, and if you want me to, I can guide you through it because there is a very practical solution." Peggy offered.
"I....I guess." Marilyn balked.
"No, Marilyn. You can't guess at this. You need to want this to work, and you need to trust me and commit to seeing this through, because it will change your life for the better." Peggy said assertively.
Marilyn was taken slightly aback. Peggy had always seemed self-assured and in charge. She found it hard to imagine that Mayor Carl had ever been anything other than the doting husband to her. If it were true, she had to know how Peggy had managed it. She looked at her older mentor with a new admiration, took a deep breath.
"I trust you. I'm all in." Marilyn hear herself say.
"Okay, let's see how all in you are." Peggy challenged, leaning back against a desk and pulling up her dress to reveal her naked pussy she fixed Marilyn with a powerful stare. "Make me cum with your mouth, Marilyn."
"Do...WHAT?" Marilyn's jaw dropped.
"Eat my pussy until I orgasm, dear. Eat me and I'll know you're serious...that you have enough nerve to do things that may seem uncomfortable at first. Or you can just leave. It's up to you." Peggy stated.
Marilyn found herself moving inexorably closer to the older woman. A big part of her psyche wanted to rebel. She was a devout Christian and this was homosexuality...a sin. But it was also a fellow elder of the church and a pillar of the community who was demanding this atrocity from her. And behind it all, she felt an all too familiar primal stirring in her own loins, like some latent desire that had always been inside was now waking up. Before she could really think it through, her face was in front of Peggy's snatch.
Marilyn had never stopped to consider the vagina as a thing of beauty. But at that moment she was transfixed by what was before her. Peggy's clit was just peeking out from beneath her fleshy hood, a small patch of pubic hair leading up toward her navel. Her labia slowly curling back slightly like an opening flower, moist and inviting with her arousal as her mentor's certainty of a successful seduction grew. And the scent was an amazing perfume that Marilyn just found mesmerizing.
Peggy's hand found the back of the younger wife's head and gently guided her the last few inches in. Her head fell back and she let out a contented sigh of pure pleasure as Marilyn's tongue found its first feminine target. Seduction complete.
To say she was intoxicated would have been a massive understatement. She was sinning. She understood that. She was dripping wet with desire. She also got the gist of that. She couldn't stop feeding at the well of passion. Peggy was cumming over and over again, and somehow that just wasn't enough for Marilyn's sex soaked brain to reconcile as satisfaction, and she just kept at it. Trying to lick each and every drop of pussy juice before it was all gone.
Peggy caressed the back of Marilyn's head as her fifth orgasm subsided. She had expected the younger woman to submit to her seduction, and that she'd come to know in time about women bringing pleasure to each other. However she hadn't expected Marilyn to immerse herself so totally and with such talent. In fact, Peggy found it hard to bring herself to make Marilyn stop, but there was only so much time propriety would allow, and there was always the risk of being caught here at the church. There would be other times in more intimate settings where Marilyn would be taught in a more leisurely fashion the appreciation of the feminine sexual connection.
Still, as Marilyn gazed up from between Peggy's legs her face wet and glistening with Peggy's juices, and her eyes half glazed over with a hungry lust that made Peggy just want to push her back down for a few more rounds, this had to be the end of lesson one.
"My house tomorrow evening. Don't bother with underwear, darling." Peggy suggested as she kissed Marilyn full on the mouth and felt the lust she had just awaken respond without hesitation.
Marilyn was shaking as she drove home. She had just committed adultery, and what's more it was homosexual adultery. She had just broken her marriage vows and so many rules, and she hadn't ever felt this degree of sexual energy in...forever. Her panties were drenched right through and she could feel her clit throbbing in a steady depraved rhythm that insisted on some kind of release.
Pulling into the deserted parking lot of the park a few blocks from home she relented in her desire. Her fingers found the pounding between her legs and without any other thought than her tongue moving between Peggy's pussy lips, the taste of her womanhood still fresh in her nostrils, and the anticipation of all the lewd and sinful things that Peggy would indoctrinate her into, sent her reeling into a series of short but intense self-induced orgasms that left her breathless and spent.
She didn't know what Peggy would ask of her, but she did know with some degree of certainty that whatever it was, she would not disappoint.
The next evening Marilyn had rushed everyone through dinner and fairly flew out of the house. She was every bit as nervous as she was excited, and checked her makeup one last time in the car mirror after she'd pulled up outside Peggy and Carl's house.
Peggy greeted her at the door and ushered her in handing her a glass of wine. She was dressed in a form fitting black dress with a plunging neckline that showed an ample amount of cleavage. She also wore a pair of stiletto heels that made her several inches taller than Marilyn. The entire effect was one of power and sensuality.
The interior of the house was tastefully decorated with touches of modern art and formal furniture that bespoke the necessity to put forth a good image when in the public eye.
"Come with me, Darling. Let me show you my study." Peggy suggested, turning to ascend the stairway that led to the second floor.
Marilyn could see that they were walking past the bedrooms, bathrooms, and finally arrived at a doorway the end of the hallway. Unlocking the door with a small key that Peggy had on a silver chain around her neck, she ushered Marilyn through into another shorter hallway. Peggy re-locked the door and indicated that Marilyn should proceed ahead of her. She passed through a second unlocked door and into a sizeable windowless room.
She estimated that they were somewhere over the garage. The room was sparse and stark and decorated in dark colors, with a large black circular bed at the center of the room and apparatus here and there that Marilyn couldn't even guess at. Some strange looking chairs faced the bed. Sturdy hooks and eyes protruded from the ceiling and walls in places and several trunks sat over by a dresser near the back wall, which was composed of mirrors.
