Janet McCoy: Wife on the loose

All she knew for sure was, she wanted Linda's arms around her. She wanted to lay her head on her breasts, to feel protected, warm. The redhead snuggled her head down against the cushion of Linda's tits. The blonde wore no bra, and Heather could feel the soft globes yielding gently against her weight.

"Do you feel better, darling?" Linda whispered, a though she didn't want to break the spell in the room.

"I feel wonderful, Linda. You've made me reel like I really matter. I've been kind of lonely inside."

"I know the feeling. I think it's something special women can do for one another… be soft and warm and reassuring. We don't get enough of that from men. Men need to be tougher."

Scarcely knowing what she, was doing. Heather raised a hand to Linda's breast and cupped it. It felt wonderfully firm and resilient. She began to knead it gently through Linda's thin T-shirt. She wasn't intending to be sexual. Taking hold of Linda's breast was a childlike instinct remembered from earliest babyhood. But the effect became very quickly sexual.

Heather felt a hot surge down between her thighs when the blonde moaned low. "Ohhhh, Heather, darling that feels so good."

Heather's first instinct was to take her hand away. After all, touching a woman to give her pleasure was wrong… wasn't it? She knew it was something she had always instinctively shied away from.

But it felt good. It felt sexy.

To the redhead's amazement, Linda reached down and pulled her T-shirt up over her tits. Her full rounded jugs were bare to Heather's awed gaze.

"Linda… your breasts are so beautiful." She stared as though mesmerized at the taut pink buds that topped each creamy smooth globe.

"Suck a nipple for me, Heather honey. Please for me."

Though little warning bells in her head rang in alarm, Heather bent forward and began to suck. This sensation was even more incredible than just laying her head on Linda's bosom and cupping a tit. This sensation was intensely erotic, intensely satisfying.

"Mmmmm…" the aroused redhead crooned as her lips worked hungrily over the little nubbin.

"Ooooohhh, Heather, your lips feel so good on me, baby. So gentle…" The blonde reached down and began to tweak one of Heather's nipples through her dress and light bra. "Ohhhh, Heather… let's get naked, darling. I want to see your titties, too."

It seemed wrong, shocking… what Linda was suggesting. But Heather was far, too starved for attention, for erotic stimulation, to stop things now. Reluctantly she abandoned Linda's tit and rose to her feet. While she removed her dress and underwear, she watched Linda slip out of her shorts.

The blonde's naked body was incredibly lovely, smooth and shapely. It gave Heather a little perverse thrill to have the other woman naked before her like this. It was even worse thrilling to watch the look in Linda's eyes when she took off the last of her own clothes.

"Heather, what a lovely woman you are! No wonder men are always falling all over themselves around you. They see what you are underneath. Men have mow experience with this sort of thing." She reached out and took Heather's hand. "Come on… sit beside me, darling."

A little shy, and very excited, Heather sat next to Linda on the couch.

"Look at us. Aren't we pretty?"

Heather followed the direction of Linda's gaze. A mirror at the end of the room reflected their contrasting loveliness. There was Heather with her long lustrous red hair flowing around her pale shoulders. And there was Linda, her blonde hair a halo around her head – a smaller woman but equally lovely, equally tantalizing. Both women were turned on by what they saw.

"We're beautiful, aren't we?" Linda teased.

Heather's reply caught in her throat. "Yes, yes, we are."

Without another word said, she pushed Linda gently back against the couch and again closed her lips around a nipple. She sucked hungrily, with new passion.

There was no question now about what they were doing. They were naked for a reason. Because they were excited by each other. Because they wanted to make each other feel good.

Heather was a little apprehensive. She was totally inexperienced with women. Would she be able to make Linda happy?

"Ooooohhh, you do such lovely things to my tits, Heather honey."

Linda's sighs of contentment reassured Heather. She felt a little thrill of wanton joy as Linda's hand cupped her jug and began to roll the nipple between her fingers.

"What lovely soft breasts you have, Heather!" Linda's hand moved expertly back and forth between Heather's naked tits. Already she had excited the nipples to rock-hard erection.

Heather looked up from her position against Linda's tits. Her lips were parted with passion. She felt so intensely fond of her blonde girl friend at this moment.

As if Linda knew exactly what the other woman wanted, she wrapped her arms around Heather's shoulders. Their mouths locked in a long, hungry kiss.

The shock of this new, woman passion was so intense that Heather lost her breath for a minute. Her heart was beating fast. She was totally enthralled by this new forbidden lust. The touch of Linda's tits pressed against her own was intensely stimulating – like nothing she had ever known before. Linda was soft and fleshy, not bard and taut like a man. Heather enjoyed feeling Linda's tits yielding under her embrace.

"It feels good, Linda." Her voice trembled. She felt like a babe in the woods, an ingenue in this lesbian game.

Linda's voice quavered as she replied. "Ohhhh, darling, yes. It's so good to hold you. I've dreamed about it so long. Let me make you feel good, Heather."

Before Heather could say a word, Linda had dropped to her knees between her legs. She reached out and gently stroked the pink flanges of her cunt.

Heather's sigh came just in time to save her from the embarrassment of letting a woman make love to her like this. It was one thing to be involved, to be giving pleasure herself. But it was more difficult to just sit back on the couch and let Linda kneel on the floor and stroke her pussy.

As Linda's head moved closer to her cunt, the brute reality of what she was about to do made Heather quiver. She had never had her pussy eaten by a woman. It seemed so… perverted.

The first touch of Linda's tongue on her cunt erased all Heather's qualms.

"Aaaaiiiieeee!" she moaned.

It was incredible! She had forgotten anything could be so exquisitely good. It had been months since Tom had kissed her cunt. And even then Heather didn't remember his mouth having the same electric impact as Linda's.

"Uuuhhhh, God… Linda, it's so goooddd!"

Her blue fingernail polish shone through Linda's blonde hair as Heather clutched at her for support. She felt as though she were falling… into a deep dark, tantalizing well of pleasure. She needed something to hold onto.

Linda looked up at the younger girl for a moment. Her lips gleamed with Heather's cunt juice.

"Heather darling, you taste so good. I love making love to your pussy, honey."

The other woman's lewd words and appearance made Heather's cunt throb with desire. Gently, she pushed Linda's head back down between her thighs. She was beginning to get the hang of this love between women. She was beginning to understand that she could ask, and she would receive.

Linda's tongue stabbed her sensitized pussy-lips again and again. From time to time the little slippery tip would slide up inside her greedy cunt.

"Oooohhh, Goddd! Oooohhh, Linda, it's what I need! It's soooo wonderful!"

The redhead rocked her head from side to side against the couch, drinking in the sensations assaulting her vulnerable pussy. She was in the throes of an exquisite torture. The kind of abandoned pleasure that had been only a dream for such a long time.