While there is no male-male action in this chapter, Chrissy and Brenda want to see that happen between their husbands. If that's not your thing, please go elsewhere.
Chapter Two:
Chrissy's second shower of the day was quick. She'd been a little rough with herself watching that video, and her "lady parts" were a bit tender. As she often did though, she stopped by the full length mirror to admire her body. She cupped her hands under her breasts. Pretty damn good for a 58 year-old, she thought. When she looked over her shoulder to check out her behind, she noticed a little sag, but still shapely and mostly firm, all things considered. She could wish for a slimmer waist, but that, sadly, wasn't going to happen.
She did like being nude, so she moved to the make-up table before dressing. It was just a casual lunch at Brenda's, but for some reason she felt compelled to add a little eye shadow and mascara. She checked out her boobs again in the mirror. She was proud of her half-dollar size areola and thick nipples even if she often had to worry about them becoming too obvious at times. Her relatively small breasts made the areola and nipples all that more impressive. They were a rosy pink, though sometimes she wished they'd been a deep mauve.
She had to dress for the heat and humidity that had been going on for the last two weeks. She opened her everyday underwear drawer with the nice white cotton granny panties but closed it and went to her lingerie cabinet and took out a teal thong. Hadn't worn one in a while, but granted how this day had begun, she was feeling a bit sexy.
She slipped on a pair of her white short shorts. Okay, they were her shortest shorts; she couldn't remember when she last wore them. Why not show more of her nicely tanned legs?
She took a teal top out of the dresser. She didn't think she's worn anything so low cut in recent memory.
She took one last admiring look at her boobs in the mirror while contemplating a bra selection. Old Lady, Push-Up, those falsies somewhere in the dresser?
"Girls," she said, cupping her breasts again and lifting them, "you deserve a day of freedom." She slipped the teal top over her head and loved the silky feel sliding over her nipples.
It was great to still have attractive cleavage at her age. The bit of her boobs that was visible was also nicely tanned, the result of some topless sunbathing in a nicely fenced in patio.
She slipped on some nice sandals and was out the door.
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When Brenda opened the door, Chrissy expected the usual peck on the cheek and brief, light hug.
Brenda pushed the door closed and gave Chrissy two quick pecks, not on the cheek, but right on the lips. The third peck was really more of a lingering kiss.
The hug too was tighter than usual. Chrissy knew that Brenda as also braless as their breasts pressed together. It did feel good but ....
Chrissy must have had a slightly shocked look on her face because Brenda was quick to reply.
"Hey, since we jilled off together in the stalls yesterday, I thought a more intense greeting was in order. That okay with you?"
Rather than blurt something that sounded ridiculous, Chrissy leaned in to return the kiss. She lightly caressed Brenda's puffy lower lip between her own lips before firmly pressing her lips to Brenda's slightly parted lips. Was Brenda inviting her to press her tongue between those lips? Of course not. Chrissy couldn't believe how Sue's narrative had triggered something in her, made her so over-sexed. Well, maybe not over-sexed. She liked being horny, turned on by the slightest thing, but she was also scared that what she might fantasize could lead to embarrassment if put into action.
Still Chrissy couldn't resist returning Brenda's hug. Since she was a couple inches shorter, she raised up her heels to be sure their breasts pressed nicely against each other. Though their contact was slight, she twisted her torso, loving the feel of Brenda's curves, and Chrissy felt a twinge of excitement between her legs when she felt one of Brenda's stiff nipples rake across her own breast.
Brenda lingered in Chrissy's embrace for just a few seconds. She pulled back with a laugh.
"Sophie's little display of being offended yesterday was just that--a display," Brenda said with a smile. "I talked to her this morning. While she still claimed it was gross, she didn't realize I could hear her vibrator humming in the background--or should I say, buried in her pussy? Her description of what she found so offensive was actually more lurid and detailed than Sue's account. I'm willing to bet that she gave her pussy some attention before she pulled out of the parking lot or maybe she had to pull over on the way home. The leather seats in that BMW are pretty easy to clean up."
Brenda led Chrissy to the kitchen nook where she had set out some light egg and tuna salad sandwiches with some cut up vegetables on the side. Chrissy had expected to see a bottle of white wine chilling in ice, so she was a little surprised to see a martini shaker, its sides glistening with condensation.
The martini glasses were large ones, and Brenda swirled a lemon twist around the rim before filling Chrissy's glass all the way to the top. Chrissy wasn't sure if a vodka martini or two would get her to calm down or would amp up the feelings that had coursed through her during their atypical greetings at the door. Yes, Chrissy had had some beautiful experiences with women lovers, but that was in college, long before marriage, children, and grandchildren. Besides, nothing in the past twenty years of their friendship suggested that Brenda would be interested in anything of the sort.
Chrissy was a little surprised when Brenda sat next to her at the round table rather than sitting across from her. It was a small table so they were very close.
When Brenda had filled her own glass, she turned toward Chrissy and held it up so they could clink glasses. Was it intentional that their knees were now touching?
"To figuring out how we can get our husbands to fuck each other. Think how intense that would be. Reality versus some porn videos."
" Come on, Brenda," Chrissy replied. "It's one thing to imagine that when jilling off after Sue got up hot and bothered with her story. You don't really see it happening, do you?"
"Well, I think it's more likely than getting you to go to the Senior Center with me and challenge Ted and Sam to a game of pool."
Chrissy could feel herself blushing. "No, I'd never cheat like that. You know me. I'm not a prude, but ...."
"Oh, I probably wouldn't either," Brenda said the a smile as she reached down and squeezed Chrissy's bare thigh. It was a squeeze that bordered on a massage. "I'll admit it might be a long shot, but getting Chad and Doug together would be a huge turn on. You know, really revive our sex lives."
