Lost Cree Wives' Club

Prologue:

The following is a continuation of the Lost Creek Wives' Club (LCWC) series, and as always, I recommend reading the prior installment first as an introduction.

Comments are welcome as long as they are constructive. Thank you.

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I never thought I'd enjoy house cleaning, but it proved to be a nice break from what had been a busy first two days of the week. I felt like Shirley Booth in the old Hazel sitcom the way I moved merrily around the house as I cleaned it. Contributing to my good mood was the fact I'd be spending tomorrow with Louise. Hard not to after the amazing time we had together two weeks ago.

Later that evening with my husband on a business trip I finally had time to go through the catalog Colette left us as I relaxed in bed watching TV. And like Maureen, I was amazed how extensive it was as far as the assortment of different toys and paraphernalia for pleasuring yourself, or someone else.

By the time I finished, I mentally made note of several items I intended to purchase, and since I was now actively into girl-on-girl sex, the majority were just for that. A strap-on for sure, of which the strapless dongs or dildos fascinated me. But I was going to have to get Colette's "expert" opinion on one since they were something I'd never seen before and had no idea if they were user-friendly as a traditional strap-on with a harness. Something I was familiar with from using Maureen's on each other.

By the time I finished with the catalog I was horny as hell thinking about what it was going to be like to use some of the new toys. Not forgetting how horny I already was in anticipation of spending tomorrow with Louise. Just when I was about to take care of business I was surprised to receive a text from her.

Louise...'Are you still awake?'

Me...'Very much so, but what do I owe this honor? It's not often you text me.'

Louise...'Couldn't sleep thinking about tomorrow.'

Me...'Coincidentally, I was just thinking about it myself.'

Louise...'Are you somewhere alone?'

Me...'Very much alone in bed as my husband's on a business trip.'

Louise...'What a coincidence, mine is too. I wish I knew. What a wasted opportunity.'

Me...'We should keep in touch better.'

Louise...'Lesson learned. So what are you doing up so late?'

Me...'Going through the catalog Colette, who'll be doing her presentation at our social Friday evening, gave us.'

Louise...'Find anything you like?'

Me...'Yes. I was like a kid in a candy store.'

Louise...'I can well imagine, I'd be the same way.'

Me...'Unfortunately, between going through the catalog and thinking about tomorrow, I was just about to masturbate or else I'd never fall asleep.'

Louise...'Don't let me stop you.'

Me...'Pretty hard to text and masturbate at the same time. At least to a satisfying conclusion.' After which I attached a frowny face emoji.

Louise...'Laughing here. So you'll know, I masturbated earlier thinking about you and tomorrow.'

Me...'I'm flattered.'

Louise...'You underestimate yourself. I might even have to masturbate again to sleep. Now I'll let you go so you can pleasure yourself. While you are, think of all the obscene things we're going to do to each other. Speaking of which, I have something special planned.'

Me...'Really. Would you mind sharing it with me, I hate surprises!'

Louise...'No! I probably shouldn't have mentioned anything, but you'll find out soon enough. Good night and sweet dreams my lovely friend.'

As soon as our texting ended, I immediately began to pleasure myself. It didn't take long before I brought myself to a very wet and satisfying orgasm all while replaying in my mind the last time Louise and I were together. It was the most intense Sapphic love session I ever had, and I've had some pretty intense ones with Maureen and Julie. But as petite and adorable as she is, the sex was amazing. And it was the only time anyone ever "fisted" me. Something I never imagined I'd entertain doing, let alone enjoy. I probably wouldn't have if her hand wasn't so small and she did it with such loving care. The orgasm from it was incredible.

While I was already looking forward to tomorrow, I was even more so now after Louise mentioned she had "something special" planned. The only problem, it didn't make for a very restful sleep wondering what it could be.

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The next morning I was up early as usual, and after my morning cappuccino, I took a leisurely bike ride before showering and getting ready to visit with Louise. Since she lives less than a mile away in the same housing development, I decided to ride my bike instead of driving. And since I didn't expect us to have clothes on for long, I dressed sparingly in shorts and a simple top minus a bra.

As soon as I arrived, Louise met me outside the front door and was dressed casually as I was. After I handed her a bottle of wine I brought, and as soon as we were safely inside, we kissed very passionately. So passionately, I thought for sure we'd never make it beyond the foyer before we undressed each other. And we probably would have if she wasn't holding the wine.

After we made our way to the kitchen, and both her hands were free, she wrapped her arms around me and we began kissing again. This time our hands roamed all over each other but spent most of their time kneading each other's bums. When we finally stopped kissing to catch our breath, Louise asked if I'd like to see the rest of her house since it was the first time I was there.

"I'd love to, but only as long as you promise we'll make it beyond your bedroom."

"I promise. As eager as I am to get between your legs, I want to enjoy your charming personality for a bit before I do. No need to rush things unless you want to."

"While I'm tempted, I'd like to chat for a while too before we do."

Her house, like ours, was one of the first ones built in Lost Creek so it was a ranch style home. It was also long and rambling with very large rooms. The master bedroom was particularly impressive as it was beautifully decorated. Almost identical in size to ours with a queen-size bed and a large sitting area. But what caught my eye was a large three by five foot mirror on the wall over the headboard. Even more interesting was the way it was hung with the top tilted downward enough so when on the bed you'd have a good view of yourself and with whatever you were doing, which I'm sure was the intent.

One other thing caught my eye and it was a picture on the dresser of her and her husband Paul, who I never met and was surprised how he wasn't much taller than Louise. Looked to be about the same height as me at five foot five. A handsome man with an "Ivy League" look and I would learn later he attended Princeton University and coincidentally is originally from Princeton, New Jersey.

After we finished with the tour and made our way back to the kitchen..."You have a beautiful home Louise, but like ours, it's a lot bigger than just you and your husband need."

"While it is, I can't imagine living in anything smaller. The last thing I'd want is to downsize after living in such a spacious home for so long. Now let me get us both a glass of wine before we sit out on the patio to chat for a while."

Once we were, I couldn't help but admire her beautiful flower garden, and all the nicely arranged potted plants on the patio..."You're quite the horticulturist Louise, your garden is impressive along with the plants on the patio."

"Thank you, and along with running, gardening is a hobby of mine. Both help me to keep a rational mind about things."

"Kind of like photography and bike riding with me."

"Speaking of your photography, when I picked up my sundress at Julie's place she mentioned something about you doing glamour photography. You never told me about it. And before I forget, Julie thinks the world of you. Knowing you and I are friends, she couldn't stop talking about you."

"We've known each other a long time. I think I was one of her first customers when she opened her shop. I've shopped there almost exclusively for clothes ever since and we've become very good friends. But how did my glamour photography come up in your conversation?"

"When I tried the sundress on I mentioned something about how I wished someone could take a nice photo of me in it while I was showing her how it looked. After she took a photo with my cell phone, she went on to tell me you do glamour photography if I ever wanted some 'professional' photos done."

"As I explained to Julie, after a short period of doing weddings and portrait work, most of my photography now is focused on wildlife, and purely for pleasure. But I always have, and still do some boudoir or glamour photography. While I'm passionate about it, it's not something I advertise. I only do it by request or for people referred to me by word of mouth. As for photography in general, I treat it like you do with gardening as a way to keep myself mentally energized, and my creative juices flowing. Unfortunately, photography isn't something you can do just when you feel like it and stay good at it."

After I paused to take a sip of wine..."Unfortunately, I haven't done much glamour photography lately along with wildlife, but it's mostly my fault. Kind of a shame since I enjoy it immensely and find it rewarding helping other women feel good about themselves."

"Maybe I can help by having you photograph me." After which she added ..."Just so you can stay good at it and keep your creative juices flowing."

"You don't expect me to believe you just want to help me stay proficient at it...do you?"

"Well, maybe not. Regardless of the reason, I'd love you to photograph me. Would you?"

"I'd love to, I couldn't ask for a better photo subject. When would you like to do it?"

"Maybe one day next week, or the week after. But where would we do it?"

"We have a spare room, which we turned into a studio, or we can do it here. Since it's not something women do every day, most like to do it in familiar surroundings like their home. But it's up to you."

"Either way would be fine, but I like the idea of doing it in your studio if it's okay with you."

"It would make things a lot easier. Just let me know when, and I'm sure your husband will appreciate the photos."

"He's the main reason I thought of doing it after Julie told me you do glamour photography. I'm hoping it'll help spice up our sex life."

"Don't take this wrong, but based on the mirror over your bed I couldn't help but think you must have a very satisfying sex life."

"In some ways, it is, or was, but it's now at the stage where it could use some re-energizing if you know what I mean. Not that I'm complaining, but there's always room for improvement, which is something I'd like to discuss as I'm sure you've experienced the same problem at some point. But not now or here, somewhere safe where we won't get sidetracked with each other while discussing it. Maybe we could meet for coffee one day soon."

"Sounds good to me, just let me know when. And yes, we also experienced a period when things got boring and a little routine, but what couple hasn't after you've been married as long as we both have."

"I figured it might be the case, hopefully, one day next week. And before I forget, do I need to buy anything special to wear?"

"Not unless you want to. All you'll need is some nice lingerie, which I'm sure you already have. Or if you prefer, we can do strictly nude photos. As for make-up, we'll put it on at my place, that way we can make sure it works with the lighting I'll be using. Plus less is best, which you already use very little."

After I took another sip of wine..."Just let me know when you're available and we'll go from there. Now with that settled, and if you don't mind changing the subject, what was this 'something special' you have planned for today. Been bugging me ever since you mentioned it. And it was a neat way to heighten how much I was already looking forward to seeing you."

"It wasn't my intent, and like I texted last night, I probably shouldn't have mentioned anything until I felt you out about it. But since I did, what are your thoughts about role-playing when having sex?"

"While several things came to mind, role-playing wasn't one of them. Can't say I've ever engaged in such a thing if your idea of role-playing is having me play a 'hooker' or something similar, although it's something a man is more likely to ask you to do. To answer your question, I'm game for anything as long as it doesn't involve whips and chains."

She laughed loudly at first. And unlike some people where their laugh makes you cringe, Louise has a very infectious laugh and you can't help but laugh along with her. Finally, she said..."Nothing like that Lacey. And since I feel comfortable you'll delve right into it, let's not waste time talking about it. To get things started, I'm going to head to the bedroom and close the door behind me. Give me a few minutes before following me. Once outside the door, get undressed and put on the items I'll leave for you on the small table in the hall. When you hear me call you, join me in the bedroom, and be sure to play along with me when you do."

"How am I going to play along if I don't have any idea what you have in mind?"

"Trust me, as soon as you see me I'm sure you will. At least I hope you do, and it meets with your approval. Now let's finish our wine first."

Soon as we did, she headed for the bedroom but not before giving me one of her cute dimpled smiles and a..."See you soon Lacey."

As requested, I gave her a few minutes and while I did, I couldn't help but ponder what an enigma she was. At times she could be shy, almost timid, while at others, aggressive, but not in an assertive or demeaning way.

As soon as I arrived outside her bedroom, I found a box gift wrapped with a bow on the table, and a small envelope attached to it. Written on the card inside...

Thank you in advance for participating in my fantasy. Love you!

It was sweet of her and made me determined to fulfill whatever her fantasy was if at all possible.

I undressed before opening the box, and while I was expecting something like a French maid's uniform, there were only two items in the box. One was a pretty black lace choker with a bell & bow with the bell being around the same size as you'd find on a cat's collar. Along with it was a pair of black fishnet thigh highs with lace tops. When it comes to hosiery, nothing looks sexier on you when you're bare-ass than a pair of fishnet stockings. It also explained the chair she placed alongside the table, which made it convenient to put them on. Once I did, I put the choker on and Louise couldn't help but hear the bell.

"You can come in now, Lacey."

While I would have liked to have checked myself in a mirror first, I slowly opened the door and entered the room. Soon as I did, Louise gasped. Obviously, she was pleased with what she saw, but when I saw her standing stark naked next to the bed like Wonder Woman, with her hands on her hips and her legs spread apart at the feet, I gasped even louder.

I almost shrieked as I thought it was someone else at first. Besides having her already short hair slicked back with a styling gel, she also applied more make-up than she normally wears. In particular, a bright red glossy lipstick, of which she rarely ever wears any. Not that she overdid it, but enough make-up to give her a different look.

But what caused me to almost shriek, was her cock, and a damn big one. I thought she miraculously transformed into a futanari until it dawned on me that she was wearing a strapless dong or dildo. I broke out in a big smile as it dawned on me what she had planned with it.

Coincidentally, if I hadn't gone through the catalog Colette gave us, I never would have known what it was because she wasn't wearing a harness of any kind. Her faux-cock couldn't have looked more natural from the way the flesh coloring matched her skin tone, and from the way it was embedded in her pussy under her naturally hairy pubic mound. Plus it had a distinct, but slight upward curve to it with a very bulbous cockhead.

While it appeared to be only about six inches in length, it looked much bigger. It looked huge because of how petite she is. With someone weighing around a hundred pounds soaking wet and five feet tall, a six-inch cock is equivalent to a 200 pound, six-foot man with a twelve-inch cock. If there is such an animal. Once again I couldn't help but think of a futanari since when depicted in pornographic animation they always seem to have a larger-than-life-size prick.

After we both took in the sight of each other, Louise in a commanding voice ordered me to get on my hands and knees. Since I figured the role-playing had begun, I did as instructed without saying a word.

As soon as I was, she barked out another command..."Now crawl over here to lick my feet."

Since she was playing out her fantasy, which had her in a dominant role, I didn't feel calling her by her name would be appropriate, but wasn't sure if she was playing a female dominant role, or a male one because of the faux-cock. Not that it mattered, and in my quandary of how to address her, I decided on..."Yes, Master, it'll be my pleasure."

"You learn quickly Pretty One. I can't tell you how pleased I am." Which seemed how I was going to be addressed as we continued with her fantasy.

Soon as I reached her feet I began licking them as ordered, which was my pleasure because of how pretty her feet are. My only regret was I couldn't suck her cute toes with her standing.

After a few minutes of me slobbering over them..."Now I want you to suck my cock Pretty One."

"I'd thought you were never going to ask, Master. Thank you."

In the same stern tone..."You can thank me later, and before you suck my cock, make sure you worship my legs."

I did, and very slowly as I kissed and licked up along each leg while alternating between the two until the top of my head bumped against her dick. Soon as it did, I knelt fully upright and began licking all along the cock shaft and was amazed at how much it felt like a real cock. It was even warm as though she made sure to warm it before inserting it in her pussy, or else the body heat from her vagina was radiating through it.

After licking it for a minute or so, she unexpectedly barked..."Enough! I'm losing my patience with your incessant licking. It's time to pleasure my cock in your mouth."

"Yes, Master."

I immediately wrapped my lips around it and slowly engulfed it until I felt it enter my throat. Soon as the tip of my nose disappeared in her pubic hair I backed off a couple of inches and began a steady back and forth bobbing motion as though I was sucking a real cock. Once again, I was amazed at how much it felt like one. Same compressed sponginess to it, and smooth as my husband Jim's cock. And while it was more rigid than a real cock, it still had some flexibility to it.

After a minute or so of bobbing back and forth on all but the last inch or two while sucking as hard as I could, Louise grabbed my head with both hands and took control of things. As she held my head stationary, I looked up at her and found her staring at me with lust-filled eyes as she thrust her cock in and out of my mouth. So deep, the bulbous cockhead would enter my throat every time she drove forward, and the small bell jingled.

Finally, she eased off, and just before stopping..."My God Lacey, I had a feeling you'd be good at sucking cock. But not that good." When she realized she said something uncharacteristic to the role she was playing and used my real name, her dominating demeanor quickly returned..."But don't let it go to your head Pretty One. The real test comes when I fuck your pussy and ass. And I'll be nice enough this one time to give you the option of what you'd like me to fuck first?"