Mary Moore - Whore wife

Linda wrapped her arms around the girl's hips and sucked with all her might. Her arms and hands rested on Geri's ass. Her fingers dabbled around the anus, feeling in and around the puckered hole. And she dipped her tongue in and out of Geri's honeypot, then rolled it over her clit. She felt Geri's clit grow and swell under her ministrations.

And Geri moaned in response. "Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, it's wonderful," she croaked. The heaving breathing and the sound of sucking were all that could be heard in the bedroom.

Geri panted. Louder and louder came her sighs. Her body squirmed on top of Linda's.

"Oh, honey, Linda, bring me, oh, make me come, oh, please, PLEASE!"

The bed shook. Linda held fast to Geri's hips and thighs as the girl shuddered and shook and cried out. The sizzling in her groin had reached its peak and she was finally coming. It seemed to last forever.

Linda sucked to the very last. She sucked until Geri had calmed down. And then she sucked some more. When Geri had climaxed, her cunt walls spewed juice with a vengeance, and Linda tasted the sweet thick cream now.

Finally Geri rolled off of her. "I'll do you again if you want," she offered, exhausted.

"No need to, pal," Linda said. "Mmmmmmmm, it was a pleasure sucking you off, let me tell you," she added, "a pleasure watching you come!"

"Mine, too," giggled her friend. "Man, do I feel terrific! Boy, I could do that all night."

Geri got up to go to the bathroom and Linda observed Geri's compact little figure as she padded naked across the bedroom floor. She liked Geri but she knew it had been just a momentary fling, a certain curiosity. She would rather sleep with a man any time, she thought, or at least most of the time.

While Geri was in the bathroom, Linda had an urge to go on home. She looked at her watch. It was one-fifteen. She sighed. She hated to leave if the girl was counting on her. She felt somewhat protective toward her, as if Geri were her daughter or younger sister. She didn't want to hurt her. She knew that Geri, beneath her sweet cockiness, was vulnerable.

Geri returned from the bathroom with something behind her back. "Guess what I've got," she said, blinking her eyes and beaming.

"Uh, let me guess," said Linda, propping her lovely body up on one arm, and pulling her fingers through her long blond hair. "Something sexy?" Geri might do something to persuade her to stay.

"Yes," Geri said, still hiding the object.

"I somehow know what you have. I don't know how I know. But I know. It could only be one thing," said Linda, her eyes twinkling.

"What is it?" said Geri.

"A dildo. A phony dick, the one thing we're lacking."

"You said it, Mac," Geri said and produced the funny, flesh-colored, eight-inch statue of a penis.

Linda giggled. She'd never used one before. It looked strange to see one outside a catalog. She'd used artificial objects before, like bananas, wax candles, and sausages, but nothing like this, specifically made for sexual consumption.

So they set to work playing around with the dildo. Pint God used it on Linda. It was large and plastic and did the trick.

"Oh, it felt good," breathed Linda when it was over. "But it doesn't take the place of a man's cock."

Geri seemed hurt. "A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle," she quoted stubbornly. "Here, do it to me."

Linda took it and did as she was told. "I like to bicycle," she said coolly. Without a word she jammed Geri's cunt hole full of the phony cock.

"Oh, easy there! Here, use some Vaseline." Geri nabbed the jar off the dresser.

Linda dipped her finger in, mechanically greasing the big plastic stick and plunging it back up Geri's hairy hole. She wanted to bring Geri off quickly. She was fast tiring of her new fling, her little lesbian toy. She would take her leave with the least bit of hassle.

She brought Geri off easily. They lay there five minutes or so, chatting, then Linda said softly, "Look, Geri, I hope you don't mind, but I really can't stay all night. I must leave soon."

Geri's face darkened. "You promised," she said. "No, I didn't promise anything, Geri. I don't think we really discussed the matter. And I hate to be any harder on my husband than I have to be. I'm fighting hard for evenings out. If I'm home at night, it'll be an easier pill for him to swallow. Can you understand?"

"Well," sighed Geri, sadly. "I don't know. I hate to have you leave. I-I'll miss you. When will I see you again?" she suddenly seemed so young, so in need of loving.

Linda smiled and put her anus around her. She took her in her arms and held her close. Their naked bodies touched and rubbed. Finally she kissed her tenderly. Then she got up.

"We'll see each other again," Linda promised as she began dressing. She wasn't sure how or where or whether she was going to be able to deliver on that promise, but she knew it would make the separation easier. Easier for both of them.

Geri watched Linda dress. Linda, feeling her eyes on her, turned to the young woman. "You'll be okay," she said. "Why don't you call me tomorrow?" She quickly regretted saying that. But her name and phone number. "I will be in and out," she said. "But try me. In any case, I'll see you in class next week."

"I feel badly," said Geri; "Maybe I shouldn't say that, but it's true. You're supposed to say what you feel, aren't you?"

"Of course," said Linda. Why did she feel so much older than Geri suddenly, she wondered. Was it because she was struggling so hard to find herself, to change herself, her own life, to create possibilities equal to what she was capable of; that she was becoming quite independent of people. And she knew it was the kind of woman she wanted around her, too.

She sat on the bed, putting a hand over Geri's pussy arid cupping it in her palm. Her fingers pulled the knotty, curly hairs out and let them spring back.

She leaned over and kissed each other good-bye, letting her lips and tongue play delightfully for a moment over the prominent nipples.

Then she planted one more, kiss on Geri's mouth. "Good-bye," she said. "I guess I'll call a cab. I don't think you want to drive me home in your birthday suit, do you?"

Geri shook her head. "You better call a cab."

Linda went out. "Phone's in the living room?"

Linda was already dialing a number when Geri came up behind her and stopped her. "I'll take you home," she said, removing Linda's fingers from the dial and replacing the receiver. "Just give me a minute to get myself together." She hugged Linda quickly and beamed a smile at her, then yawned and stretched and rubbed her tired eyes.

"Thanks, Geri." It would be easier this way, Linda thought, and I won't stop her.

They drove home. It was nearly two when the car pulled up in front of Linda's house. She looked up to the bedroom window. The shade was drawn, but two seconds later she could see it move to one side. Tim was peeking out the side, but she couldn't see him.

"Do me a favor," Linda said quickly. "Get out of the car and let me out my door, so my husband will see I'm with a woman."

"Sure," beamed Geri. She slipped out and let Linda out.

Linda extended her hand to Geri, but Geri fooled her. She pulled Linda's face close and planted a kiss smack on her lips.

"It was a joke," God pleaded on the phone the next day.

"I really didn't see the humor in it," said Linda, trying to suppress a snicker. It HAD been funny, in retrospect, but at the time she'd been madder than hops and stormed upstairs, ready to greet a husband who was on the verge of doubting her womanhood.

But apparently he hadn't seen. He had only seen Geri come around the car before drawing back. He hadn't seen the kiss.

"Did he make love to you last night?" Geri asked curiously.