The days were busy. Jenny and Mandy became close friends immediately. Jenny showed her the best stores, restaurants and dry cleaners. They spent the days together, pooling their families. Mandy's kids were nearly the same ages as Jenny's and got along wonderfully. They took the kids to the park, the zoo, skating. They had so much in common and so many similar interests. Jenny taught Mandy to do counted cross-stitch. Mandy taught Jenny how to sew. Jenny had needed a best friend and Mandy was perfect in that role.
The other role that Mandy filled was that of mentor. Jenny confided all her longings, fears and desires and Mandy helped her understand her feelings. They were close, so close, and kept moving closer. Mandy promised to go at Jenny's speed. There was no rush. They had found each other and now they would become lovers when Jenny was completely ready.
Mandy was slow and gentle. It was remarkably like dating. Slow, tentative, but ever more intimate. At first, all they did was hold hands and kiss while the kids napped. They could sit together on the couch, watching a movie, holding hands and kissing occasionally, talking about everything. Jenny felt fine with this, not nervous or pressured. Mandy seemed to sense that Jenny needed time to adapt, to accept these new feelings. She was content to spend time with Jenny, share their daily lives and meld their families.
As they spent time together, Jenny became more comfortable with Mandy. They took naps when the kids did, snuggling up together in the loft bed, content just to feel each other near. They held each other and kissed, Mandy yearning for more, but not wanting to push. Just being in Mandy's arms thrilled Jenny. Feeling Mandy's lush breasts against her own was so exciting, Jenny found herself wanting more, wanting to at least see those lovely breasts and fulfill her fantasy of sucking on a woman's hard nipples, but she wasn't ready to verbalize her needs.
It seemed each day, they grew closer to crossing the line. Now, during naps, clothes became unbuttoned, hands touched flesh, caressing and warming. Jenny was so aroused all the time. She wanted to move further with Mandy, but was still frightened. So, as she progressed with Mandy each day, she also devoured her husband each night.
Their sex life had always been exciting, but now Anthony could barely keep up with his lusty wife. She couldn't stop touching him, kissing him. Dinner was a blur of family togetherness. They had their usual time together and then the kids went to bed and Jenny was there, ready for anything Anthony could suggest. She seemed lit with an inner fire that she almost dared him to quench. His happily sexual wife now had tricks to share with him, words to say that had never been uttered by her before. She wanted more, new, different. Anthony loved it. He credited her interest in bisexuality and his open-mindedness in helping her. He had always found her sexy, now he found her sensual as well. She could almost come from his touches. She wanted to kiss for hours, touching him with curious fingers, looking for new ways to excite him. Jenny was more sure of herself, more in control of the lovemaking. All of this was exciting for Anthony, almost as if finding a new woman in his bed.
He loved the way she was always hungry for him. Making dinner, she would surprise him by guiding his hand to her pantiless ass, pressing against his fingers and asking him to enter her, make her come NOW! Anytime he touched her, he found her wet and swollen, ready for his fingers or tongue or hard cock. Her sexual haze engulfed him. One night, he went to the basement to get his hammer. Coming back up the stairs, he found his sweet Jenny, sitting there, with her legs open, her pussy gleaming, asking him to fuck her now, hard and fast. He happily obliged. During the night, he was often awakened to find Jenny touching him or sucking him. One time, she was even slowly entering his ass with a small finger. He loved this new woman. He felt that she was the perfect woman, a wonderful wife and mother, and his own sweet slut too.
Jenny wanted to make love with Mandy. She told herself it was time, she was ready. One day, during their nap, Jenny unbuttoned Mandy's shirt, kisssing her way down Mandy's smooth, fragrant skin. Mandy never wore a bra, making it easy for Jenny to feel her full breasts and engorged nipples. Usually, Jenny stopped at Mandy's lower neck, never allowing herself to be in range of the object of her interest. But today, her mouth continued downward, kissing and licking all the skin exposed by the open shirt. She lingered right between the breasts, kissing there, sucking the skin gently into her mouth, listening to Mandy sigh. Her mouth came to rest at the waistband of Mandy's jeans. She wasn't prepared to go further, but knew that today she was going to taste Mandy's nipples, find out how it felt to suck tits so large and engorged. She had been sucking on Anthony's nipples for weeks now, and it only fueled her desire to taste Mandy, to nurse on her beautiful nubs.
Jenny moved back up Mandy's tummy, savoring the sweet smell of her, the delicious smoothness of a woman. Her tongue flicked over Mandy's belly button, sliding in and out, slowing teasing her friend. Jenny couldn't stop. She continued moving up, her mouth hot and wet and ready. As she approached Mandy's breasts, Jenny pushed the shirt further apart. In the brightly lit loft, Mandy's skin seemed to glow. Her breasts were perfect. Full and firm, long pink nipples taut and bumply. Jenny couldn't remember ever wanting anything as much as she wanted to feel those nipples in her mouth.
