Mary Farcus - Wide open wife

"Jesus, I need a shower," Marge exclaimed as she and Lucy watched the van pull away. The boys had let them out downtown near the bar where they had met.

"Let's go to my place," Lucy volunteered. It was still several hours before Tom was due home, and there were many things she wanted to talk to Marge about. So they got Lucy's car and drove out to her house. On the way, Marge seemed depressed.

"Sometimes I get down right tired," she explained.

"Really?" Lucy replied, surprised. "I thought you were really into all this… this…"

"Fucking? Sure, it's nice to get laid, but sometimes it's not enough by itself. I get lonely for just plain friendship."

"I kind of wondered about that," Lucy said.

"It's different with you," Marge said. "You told me you have a husband. How do you two get along?"

Lucy looked troubled. "That's what I'm trying to figure out," she, hesitating. "That's why I'm doing this – why I'm out fucking. I caught him with another woman."

"Good for him."

"But he wasn't making love to me!" Lucy wailed.

"That's not good. But you always did have the option of making it with other men, of course."

Lucy's eyebrows shot up. "Are you serious? He would have flipped!"

"How do you know? Did you try? There are thousands of couples who try to give their marriage a shot in the arm when they start getting sexually bored. Maybe you're both at fault. Maybe he was afraid to ask you about each of you having a little more sexual freedom. It's really great when you have somebody special and are still free for a little sport fucking."

"Oh, really?" Lucy said suspiciously. "Then how come you don't try it yourself? You told me you were all alone."

Lucy immediately regretted her words when she saw Marge was looking troubled.

"I'm afraid I'm not a very good example," the lovely brunette said slowly. "I had some really bad experiences when I was a kid, and my personality doesn't help. I'm too hard-nosed with men. I piss them off."

"You do seem to have a chip on your shoulder."

"I can't help it. Some of those arrogant bastards really make me see red. And yet I get lonely. I-I've been wondering jf I wouldn't be better off with a woman."

As she spoke, Marge looked curiously at Lucy. The young blonde immediately became nervous. But they had just pulled into her driveway, and she got out of the car without further comments. The two women went into the house.

"Looks comfortable," Marge said, looking around at the living room and kitchen.

"I really like this house," Lucy replied. "That's one of the reasons I had to think twice about leaving Tom. I couldn't afford to keep it by myself. Anyhow, make yourself at home. As for me, I'm going to take a shower."

Lucy left Marge poking around the living room and headed for the bathroom. Her dusty, come-stained clothes went into the clothes hamper, and then she stepped into the shower, adjusting the water very hot.

"Mmmmmmmmm, feels good!" she sighed as the hot water caressed her bare skin. She was just starting to soap herself when the shower door opened and Marge stepped inside.

"I couldn't wait," the beautiful brunette said. "My crotch needs some soothing. Those kids in the van could really fuck."

"Harry didn't do a bad job either," Lucy said. "Too bad he's with that weirdo, Mack."

While there was room enough in the shower for two, it was cramped and not impossible for them not to rub against one another.

"How would you like to soap my back?" Marge asked.

"Sure," Lucy replied, and began rubbing soap onto Marge while the water hissed over them. "You've got nice skin," Lucy continued as her hands glided over Marge's soaped body. She began to remember how Marge's tits and cunt had felt while they had dog-piled in the back of the van with the three young men.

She began to grow hot and excited. All the more so when Marge turned around, smiling, and offered to soap Lucy.

But Marge soaped Lucy's front instead of her back, her hands gliding smoothly over the blonde's pert tits. Lucy began to quiver all over and she began to caress Marge's bigger, heavier tits. The next thing she knew, they were soaping one another's cunts, and the sound of their breathing was beginning to compete with the rush of the water.

"Let's get the hell into the bedroom," Marge finally panted.

The two young women scrambled out of the shower and hastily dried. As they headed for the bedroom, Lucy was recalling what Marge had said about finding another woman friend. At that moment the excited young blonde was willing to be that woman. She had never made love to another woman before, but during the course of the day, had had an opportunity to get to know Marge's lovely, sexy body. She liked what she had found.

"I'm going to make love to you," Marge breathed in Lucy's ear as they lay down on the bed.

"Oh, yes! Teach me how!" Lucy panted eagerly.

"Have you ever eaten another woman before?"

"No."

"Okay, I'll show you how. Lie down on your side."

Lucy lay down on one side, facing Marge. Then Marge, reversed her position, scrambling around until her legs were up by Lucy's head and her own head just opposite Lucy's cunt.

"We're going to 'sixty-nine'," Marge explained. "Bend your leg and kind of raise it up."

With some helpful positioning from Marge, Lucy bent her upper leg with her foot on the mattress, opening her thighs wide. Marge did the same next to her, and Lucy found herself staring straight into the other woman's dark-furred cunt, which was splayed open only inches from her face.

"Okay, stick your tongue in my cunt. Lick me, suck me, play around. Do anything you want," Marge told Lucy.

Can I really do that? Lucy wondered as she stared at Marge's hair-fringed cunt. Marge's dark, curly pubic hair was still a little, damp from the shower, some of it stuck tightly to the soft, plump cuntlips beneath. Marge's pussy was gaping open just far enough so that Lucy could see a fleshy tangle of thin, pink inner tissues hanging out a little. Drops of moisture were beading the whole area. Lucy wondered if she could put her mouth against Marge's cunt.

Then Lucy felt Marge's soft cheeks brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She was somewhat shocked – it felt so different compared to a man's bristly face. A moment later she felt gentle fingers brushing her pussy hair aside and then there was a warm wash from Marge's breath pouring over her wet, inner flesh.

My God… if just her breath feels that good… Lucy was thinking, beginning to tremble all over, when suddenly she felt Marge's tongue stabbing up into her cunt slit.

"Ooohh… Marge," she sighed, her belly jumping with pleasure.

"Shhhhhh… don't talk," Marge murmured from between her thighs. "Just make love to me! Suck my cunt!"

Oh, yes! Lucy decided as Marge's tongue once again went to work inside her sensitive slit. She slipped her arms between the other girl's legs, cupping her hands behind her ass, drawing Marge's lush loins nearer as she opened her mouth and took a deep breath. Her senses were filled with the rich, exciting odor of hot cunt as her mouth splayed into soft, wet, hairy flesh; her tongue darting out, digging far up into Marge's hot slit.

"Mmmnnnggggg," they moaned as they tongued each other's gushing cunts, their bodies jerking and trembling closer together. Lucy found it hard to keep up with her licking because Marge's skillful tonguing was driving her crazy. She began to understand the attractions of making love to another woman.

"Ooooohhhhh… so good!" Marge moaned, her words muffled by Lucy's warm, wet cunt flesh. "Now stick your tongue up my pussy."

Lucy did her best, stretching her tongue until it felt as if it were going to tear, shoving it as far up Marge's cunt as it would go. A new, more acidic taste, flooded into her mouth, and she felt Marge's entire body jerk convulsively, her cunt muscles spasming tightly around her invading tongue.