The Suburban Milf's Club

This story begins right at the end of the first part. Part one is just a hair over 10k words, and you

would

need to read it to make heads or tails of this one. All characters are 18 years or older.

The Suburban MILF's Club: Part Two

Friday

Misty looked up from her computer monitors as Wanda walked in. The handsome black woman smiled knowingly at her. "Diane's two o'clock is here."

Misty sighed. With her boss out for a family emergency, all her appointments had fallen to Misty. This was her second visitor, and she'd just finished her third Zoom meeting. She wondered when she would be able to get to some of her own work. As a project supervisor in a prominent digital ad agency, there was plenty of it.

"Hopefully this won't take too long," she said as she rose from her chair.

Wanda met her eyes. "You might not mind if this meeting runs long," she grinned. Misty's eyes were drawn to the right as she saw a tall man approaching through the glass office wall.

Wanda stepped back as the man approached. He was at least a head taller than Wanda, who was taller than Misty. He turned into her office and smiled broadly. Misty's breath caught in her throat. The man was gorgeous. At least six foot four, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. His face was ruggedly handsome in a young John Wayne sort of way. His dirty-blonde hair was short and well-groomed, as were his short beard and mustache. He extended his hand as Misty came around her desk.

"It's nice to meet you, Diane, I'm Claude from B.E.S."

Misty cleared her throat. "I'm sorry but Diane is out today unexpectedly. Her son broke his arm, I think. I'm Misty."

Claude's face fell. "I'm sorry to hear that. I hope her son is okay."

Misty looked at the big man and was impressed to see genuine concern for someone he didn't know.

Misty steered them back on track. "What can I do for you today? Diane's itinerary only says 'restrooms' for your appointment. What else can you tell me?"

The big man smiled again and explained. Claude was a senior planning manager for a construction company that did office building renovations. In this case, the restrooms on the fifth floor, which Misty's company was about to expand into.

Nervously, Misty took the man up to the fifth floor. Together they found the restrooms in question. She found it hard to keep her eyes off him. He wore clean blue jeans and a pressed tartan shirt, offset by a well-worn pair of work boots. The man's hands were calloused and rough. She imagined them touching her and felt herself flush.

When they arrived at the restrooms, she turned to him. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Please see Wanda if you need anything else."

She turned back to him when he cleared his throat. He held up a tape measure. "I need someone to hold the other end while I take measurements." His smile was a bit mischievous, and she blushed.

"I'm sure I can find someone to help you," she said uncertainly.

He stepped closer to her. "Come on, it won't take any time at all." His smile was disarming and enticing. Finally, she gave in with a shrug and they got to work. They measured the room's dimensions, distance between plumbing fixtures, and floor drains, while he chatted pleasantly. He jotted everything down in a small pocket notebook. He glanced at her as he wrote. "So, plans this weekend?"

Misty started at the segue in their conversation. "I umm... what makes you ask?"

He shrugged innocently. "No reason. Just making small talk."

She looked away from him. "I'm going to see a friend. My ex has our son this weekend."

Afterward, he walked her back down to her floor. "Well tell Diane that I'm sorry her boy was hurt, but I'm not sorry she wasn't here," he said with a smile.

"Why is that?" she replied.

He stepped closer to her and looked into her blue eyes. "Because I got to spend an hour with you." Misty melted a little inside. Their eyes held one another for several moments and then Claude spoke.

"Here's my card. My cell is on the back in case she has any questions and I'm not in the office. It was great meeting you, Misty."

She did her best not to stammer. "Yeah, same here, umm... Claude."

The big man turned and poked the elevator call button. A loud voice in Misty's head yelled out! "Don't let him get away! Do something!"

"W-wait!" she said. Claude turned with a smile. "Can I see that little notebook, please?" she asked. He stepped away from the elevator doors and reached for his back pocket. He handed her the notebook. Misty stepped close to him, took it, and reached for the mechanical pencil in his shirt pocket. She turned to the first clean page and jotted down her cell phone number. She closed the book and handed it to him, her eyes showing confidence that she wasn't feeling. But she'd never forgive herself for not taking this chance.

She smiled at the handsome man. God, he was easy on the eyes, she thought. "In case you have any questions... for

me

," she said shyly.

He reached for the notebook with his left hand, and she noticed he wasn't wearing a wedding ring. Nor was there a tan line where one might have been. He smiled and slapped the notebook against his palm. "I just might," he said softly. The elevator dinged behind him, and he turned and stepped into it, but his eyes returned to her.

***

Saturday

Misty stared into her closet in disgust. When Elena had asked her to wear something pretty, she'd been caught up in the moment and hadn't batted an eye. But looking at her options now, she was unhappy. Elena was so stylish and glamorous she just didn't have anything to compare with that.

She looked over at her work outfits and spotted a dark blue vest and pants outfit that she often wore to the office with a white silk blouse. She stripped off her clothes and dug frantically in her drawer for the one plunge bra she owned. She hadn't worn it since the wedding that never happened.

With a bust as large as hers she was usually looking for all the support she could get, and plunge bras were notoriously unreliable for her.

When she was done, she stood in front of the mirror, suitably impressed. She wore the set but had omitted the blouse. The vest covered the straps of the bra terrifically. She added a pair of white pumps from her wedding outfit. The white gave an elegant contrast to the dark blue, and she smirked when she saw the wonderland of cleavage she had on display. Satisfied, she headed for her makeup case.

***

If Misty had any doubts about her outfit they were laid to rest when Elena opened the door to greet her. Her welcoming smile fell and was replaced by a look of amazement. "Misty! Come in, come in," she said excitedly. "Oh my, you look so gorgeous!"

Misty stepped into Elena's home, stylish and immaculately decorated like the woman herself. Elena closed the door and stepped close to Misty. "My goodness, look at you. If we went to the club, we'd have to beat off the men with a stick!"

Misty blushed. "Thanks, but I don't think I'm ready for the club just yet."

Elena frowned. "Oh honey, it's been what? Nine months since the wedding? If not now, when?" Misty smiled sheepishly.

Elena gestured to the sofa in the front room and turned into the kitchen. She came out with a plate of sliced meat and cheese with crackers, and then a big pitcher of sangria, with two lovely stemless wine glasses. She set them on the coffee table and sat down next to Misty.

As she sat, Misty let the cat out of the bag. "I did meet someone, though."

Elena's eyes grew wide. "Sweetie, that's terrific! Tell me everything!" The two ladies settled on the sofa conspiratorially and Misty told her about her meeting with Claude.

"He called me that evening and asked me what I thought about Italian food," she said with a grin.

"So, he asked you out?" Elena asked feverishly.

Misty nodded. "We're going out next Saturday night. But we must have talked for half an hour. He seems like a really nice guy. He's funny and smart and..." She stopped with a blush on her cheeks. "And he's

really

good-looking."

Elena bounced on the sofa cushion, clapping with delight. "I am so proud of you!"

Misty could hardly take her eyes off the curvy woman. Elena was dressed in a soft and flowing Mexican peasant girl dress. The elastic top hung off the edge of her soft shoulders and the open laces offered a peek at the cleavage that Misty had dreamed of.

"Then tonight we will celebrate!" Elena exclaimed. She handed Misty a glass of sangria and raised her own. "Tonight, I toast my brave friend, who deserves every happiness! ¡Salud!"

Misty giggled as she tapped her glass against her friends and took a big sip of the fruity drink. It was delicious and refreshing. She sighed happily and sat back against the cushion. Elena set her glass down and popped up, "Music! We need some happy music!"

Elena grabbed up her phone and very shortly, upbeat Latin music came from a set of Bluetooth speakers. She whirled on Misty with a bright smile and took the wineglass from her hand. She took both of Misty's hands and tried pulling her up. "Come on, sweetie! Let's dance!" When Misty seemed uncertain, she let go and spun into the center of the room, her skirt spinning up. She met the blonde woman's eyes and began shaking her hips enticingly.

"Come dance with me, Misty, this is Shakira!"

Misty was entranced by the Latina's swaying hips but just smiled shyly. Elena sighed. "If you come and dance with me, I will give you something very special." She held her hands out and pursed her lips suggestively.

Her jaw fell just a bit, but the sight of Elena's lips and the promise they held was too much to resist. She stood up and held out her hands to her friend. The beautiful brunette leapt into Misty's arms with a joyful cry. She grabbed Misty's face enthusiastically and kissed her lips fiercely. Then she pushed herself back and took her friend's hands and began dancing happily.

Misty could still feel the kiss and a surge of joy ran through her. She began to dance and before long she was lost in the music, the sangria, and the way Elena was looking at her. Her pulse raced and she felt happy tears on her face. She ignored them entirely.

For the first time in nine months, she began to feel like her old self. She laughed but the first of it came out as a raspy sob. She sighed deeply and threw herself into the dance that felt so cathartic, so freeing. God, how she'd missed it.

"That's it, girl! Shake it!" Elena exclaimed with a trilling cry at the end. She spun on the carpeted floor making her skirt flare again, leaving Misty to marvel at her gorgeous brown legs.

When the song ended, they were both smiling widely, and Misty turned towards the table, refilled her glass, and took a big gulp of the sangria. It was so sweet and smooth.

"Be careful, amiga, that is mi papa's recipe. It is stronger than you think." Elena said, wiping a drop of sweat from her forehead.

A second song came on, and it was slower, and the singer's voice was low. Though she didn't speak Spanish, Misty knew the lyrics must be sultry and suggestive. Elena stepped forward and gently pushed the lovely blonde back onto the couch without a word.

Misty did her best not to spill her drink as she watched the Latin beauty step back a few feet, her hips swaying suggestively. Elena's dark eyes fastened on Misty's and was held captive by them.

Elena ran her hands down the sides of her body before bringing them up the front. Misty gasped as she watched her friend's hands reach up to grasp her breasts firmly. She held them, smiling suggestively at Misty as her body swayed with the music. Then slowly, so very slowly, her hands began to drag the elastic neckline of her blouse down her body.

She stepped close, swaying her hips as the tops of her breasts were slowly revealed. Misty moaned and then let her instincts guide her. She reached out and grabbed the swaying temptress and pulled her toward her roughly. Elena laughed merrily as she spread her legs and straddled Misty's thighs. Their mouths were just inches apart. "That's it, Bonita, take what you want. I am here for you."

Misty exhaled loudly and pulled the brunette into her body, her lips meeting Elena's feverishly. As they kissed, Elena took Misty's hand, slid it up, and used it to pull her bodice down revealing her beautiful brown tits. They moaned into each other's mouths as Misty's hands cupped her bare breasts.

"I have wanted you for a long time. But I needed to see that smile on your face first. I cannot be the one to give it to you. I like men too much." Elena said softly before leaning in and enthusiastically kissing the curvy blonde.

Misty whimpered in excited surprise. She opened her mouth and felt Elena's tongue reach in, to touch hers. Their kiss became passionate and insistent. Elena caressed her lovely blonde hair and pulled back. "Does this make you happy?" she asked.

Misty didn't have the words to describe her arousal. She grasped Elena's waist and slid her off to the side, onto her back. Elena smiled and caressed her breasts in front of the awestruck beauty. Her caramel skin had always drawn Misty's eyes but there was so much more she wanted to see and touch. Misty turned and covered the beautiful Latina's body with hers.

Elena took her friend's hand and brought it to her lips before dragging it down over her succulent breast. Misty's astonished face made Elena smile. "You are beautiful and smart and fun." Their eyes met and Elena continued. "I know it and you know it and I'm sure your handsome Claude knows it too."

She looked up and smiled seductively. They kissed and it wasn't long before Misty began kissing lower until she had a lovely dark nipple between her teeth, making Elena squirm on the cushion. "Oh yes. That's it. Lower, sweetie, go lower."

Elena began inching up the bottom of her dress as Misty slid onto her knees on the floor, pulling the tanned legs toward her. She couldn't help but smile when she saw Misty's awed look when her dress revealed her trimmed pussy. "Have you ever been with a woman, sweetie?"

Not lifting her eyes from Elena's dark glistening folds, she shook her head. "I've always had enough trouble with just men. But I've..." Misty let the thought hang.

With a wide smile, Elena sat up and enthusiastically kissed the big blonde. "I have never had a virgin before." She said and giggled as she watched her friend's face flush with color. She nodded behind Misty. "Lay back sweetie, let me show you everything."

With a small gasp, Misty scooted back on the plush carpeting. Excited, she lay down and arched her back to slide her pants off. Elena removed the lovely white pumps and pulled the pants off Misty's thick legs. Like a stalking panther, she crawled over the body of the curvy blonde, with a hungry look. "I am finally going to see those wonderful big boobies," she whispered.

Misty fingers flew to her vest buttons, and she let the garment fall open with a welcoming smile. The plunge bra didn't hold much when she was lying on her back, and Elena used her nose to roll the breast out of its cup so her mouth could latch on to an engorged nipple.

"Oh jezzus!" Misty moaned loudly. Elena grinned wildly and straddled the blonde's thigh, pulling both her big tits free of her bra. She pushed them together and fell upon them hungrily. She moved from nipple to nipple, sucking and squeezing hard. Misty could feel her pussy flood with wetness and begin to soak into her panties. After several minutes Elena rose and left her breathing hard on the carpet.

The beautiful brunette looked down and their eyes met as she let her dress slide to the floor and kicked off her wedge-heeled sandals. Misty's breath caught in her throat when Elena stepped to either side of her head and grinned wickedly down at her. "Just do what you like a man to do to you."

Misty nodded enthusiastically. Elena knelt and the musky smell of her pussy wafted down. Misty could see the dark inner lips, tilted her head back, and extended her tongue. She felt her body tingle as it slipped through Elena's inner labia and into the slick opening. She reached around and pulled Elena's thighs downward, pulling her pussy down on her face. Elena began to moan loudly as the beautiful blonde's mouth went to work. She rolled her hips and ground her pussy on Misty's lips vigorously. Misty drew deep breaths and whined into her mouthful, lost in the sensual moment.

"Oh sweetie, you are very good at that." Elena gasped. Hurriedly, she stood and turned, before lowering her pussy again onto Misty's flushed face, moving into a sixty-nine position. She leaned forward, pushing Misty's panties down toward her knees.

Misty panted into the dripping wet pussy over her face and could feel hot breath on her own. "Oh God, yes. Lick it, suck it, touch it. Do anything you want!" She whispered breathlessly.

Elena's fingers slipped through Misty's pussy lips, finding them slick and red with arousal. Her fingers slid effortlessly into the blonde's pussy, pushing deeply into her. "Oh God yes!" Misty screamed and began to push her hips up to meet the brunette's thrusting fingers.

Elena giggled, "Get back on my clit, sweetie. If you can't focus, I'm going to stop."

With a strangled cry of pure need, Misty's tongue renewed its assault on the pussy that hung just above her lips.

Both women moaned loudly as Elena's fingers continued pistoning into the busty blonde's slick cunt. The lovely Latina had no shortage of lovers since her husband had an affair that ended their marriage. She'd always been an extremely sexual being and had fulfilled her husband's every request. But apparently, there was one he hadn't trusted her with, and went outside the home for it. She could understand the urge but could not forgive the betrayal. After all, it wasn't as though she hadn't passed on countless opportunities for infidelity. Ever since, she'd been indulging every wanton urge she'd been denying herself, including enjoying the attention of beautiful women.

She rolled her hips, grinding her pussy on Misty's face. "Oh, you are going to make me cum, sweetie. I'm going to cum on your face."

Elena felt the ripple of arousal roll through the blonde's beautiful plus-sized frame and smiled as she pistoned her fingers faster into her pussy, making wonderful wet squelching sounds.

"Oh, Misty!" Elena cried out as her orgasm began. Her body quivered and spasmed as Misty's tongue danced circles around her engorged clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Finally, she fell to the side and lay gasping on the carpet.

Misty wasted no time and reversed herself to cover the Latina's body with her own, kissing her enthusiastically. Elena could taste her pussy on Misty's lips and face. She wrapped her arms around Misty's body, encouraging her to slide up until Misty's big, double-F tits hung in her face. She grabbed the right one in both hands and brought the fat nipple to her mouth and began to lick and suck enthusiastically.

"Oh, Elena. That's sooo good. I wish I had a fat cock in me right now." Misty moaned.

Elena laughed and pushed the blonde backward. "Let me up!"

Misty regretfully did so and let her friend climb to her feet. Elena reached to help her friend stand, then tugged her hand, and gestured toward the bedroom door. "The toys are

that

way, Bonita."

Minutes later, Misty gazed down at the supine form of her friend. The beautiful woman's caramel skin contrasted against the white sheets, and her lustrous dark hair was spread in a fan above her. The most jarring difference though was the purple silicon dildo that stood up from Elena's pussy. She could hear it vibrating, and the base of it was inserted deeply into Elena's slick cunt.