J Watson - The unfaithful wife

Cynthia wondered if it could be possible that Mary was perverted. Perhaps she was one of those women who liked to do things to other women. Sick things. Cynthia felt her heart begin pounding faster. She'd heard stories about women like that but she'd never actually met one.

But she couldn't move as she watched the outline of Mary pulling her bottoms down her shapely legs. Then Mary pulled back the shower curtain and she was standing there naked. Cynthia felt her breath catch in her throat as she looked at the beautiful woman. Mary looked exactly as she'd always dreamed of looking in her fantasies. Like a movie star. Big tits, flat belly, and the darkest bush Cynthia had ever seen.

Cynthia remembered a book her husband had once brought home and thought he'd hidden from her. She'd found it in one of his desk drawers when she'd been cleaning up. It was, an obscene book with plenty of naked women. Strangely enough, Cynthia hadn't been turned off by it. She couldn't put it down. She'd looked through the book twice before her trembling hands had put it back. Then she went to the bathroom and masturbated, something she hadn't done since she'd been a girl.

One of those women in the book looked exactly like Mary Patterson.

"Don't be nervous, honey," Mary said. "I'm just going to scrub your back."

Cynthia was as nervous as she'd ever been. Mary stood close behind her. She felt Mary's big, pointy tits pressing against her. She wanted to run, or to scream.

"Just going to scrub your back," Mary said.

Mary took the soap. Cynthia watched Mary as she put the soap on a rag. Mary started running the rag over Cynthia's back. Cynthia shivered as Mary touched her gently. Now Cynthia's head was completely clear. She was no longer thinking of Mary as a friend. She was wondering what Mary was going to do, and if she would be able to resist. Sure, she had allowed Mary's husband to do all those strange things to her – but it was different from a woman's doing those, things.

"What's the matter, honey?" Mary asked. "You feel so tense."

"Nothing," Cynthia answered.

"Are you worried about me being in the shower with you?" Mary asked.

"Yes," Cynthia admitted.

Mary gently turned Cynthia around. Her soapy washrag felt good on Cynthia's shoulders and down to the swell of her firm tits. But Cynthia wasn't going to fool herself by thinking how good it felt. She wasn't going to let this woman get away with what she was trying to do. It was just too sick.

"You're worried about me," Mary said gently, "but I'm a woman."

"I know that," Cynthia said. "It's just that… that sometimes you look at me like a man would."

"And you don't like that?"

"It makes me feel strange," Cynthia said.

"Why are you worried? Do you think that I could do anything to you?"

"I don't know," Cynthia said. "I know that sometimes girls do things together. There were two girls who went to school with me. Everyone talked about them."

Mary was softly stroking Cynthia's tits with the rag. Cynthia felt her breath getting a little short. She didn't want to like this woman's hands touching her, but there was something gentle about Mary. Mary touched her differently from a man, but it was with the same hunger.

"What did those two girls do together?" Mary asked.

"I don't know," Cynthia said.

"Would you like to find out?" Mary asked.

So this was it. This was what she had been leading to all along. Cynthia was frightened. She wasn't that kind of woman and yet her nipples responded to Mary's touch. Cynthia could feel the water running over them as they grew turgid. Suddenly Mary dropped the washrag. It was just her bare fingers that began to soap Cynthia's tits. Cynthia felt her boobies swelling up so sensitively. Cynthia didn't want to feel like this. But why didn't she run away then? She could get out of the house and away from Mary. Mary couldn't make her do things as her husband had. So why didn't she run away?

"Would you like to find out?" Mary asked again.

"Oh God yes," Cynthia moaned.

At that moment Cynthia realized she had only been waiting for Mary to make her move. In fact, she had been looking for it. She couldn't have gone after Mary, but she did have the hots for the dark haired woman. Mostly it was curiosity. She had no idea what two women could do together.

"Let's get out of here," Mary said.

Mary reached up and turned off the water. Doing so made her body press even closer against Cynthia. Cynthia couldn't resist the impulse to respond by pressing back. She heard Mary groan and her hands swept down Cynthia's soft back to her full, soft ass. For the first time another woman's hands touched Cynthia's ass. Another woman's pussy rubbed softly against hers. Cynthia cried out.

"Jesus, let's get dried off," Mary said.

They got out and dried each other off. Cynthia had to resist grabbing at Mary. Instead she used her towel very lightly. It was only when she put the towel between Mary's creamy thighs that she felt her own pussy start dripping wetly. Quickly she pulled the towel back.

"What's the matter, honey?" Mary asked. "Are you getting a little hot?"

"Yes," Cynthia admitted.

"Well I'm going to take care of that, sugar," Mary said.

Cynthia was surprised to see Greg lying on the bed when they came out of the bathroom. His massive cock hung half limp between his legs. God, Cynthia had never dreamed that there could be such a man. He was a man who was ready to fuck at any time. Cynthia wondered if his prick ever got completely soft.

"Well?" Greg asked. "What's been going on between you two?"

"Cynthia's getting a little warm," Mary said. "I thought I'd take care of her."

"It didn't take you long," Greg said.

"It never does," Mary answered.

Cynthia realized that Mary and her husband had been in this situation before. She no longer felt the shyness that she'd belt when she'd seen Greg on the bed. Evidently she and Mary were going to put on a little show for Mary's husband. Cynthia felt her pussy growing hotter. There was something really depraved about the entire thing, something that made her so damned hot.

"Come to bed, little one," Mary said.

The two women stretched out on the bed and she felt Mary's warm lips on her own. She was cold at first. It was different than kissing a man. She'd never experienced the tingling feelings that went through her. A different kind of tingling than when a man kissed her.

"You're so sweet," Mary said, as her tongue stabbed deep into Cynthia's throat.

They kept tongue kissing as Mary drew closer. Her hands touched gently at Cynthia's tits. Cynthia arched her back as she pressed more of her soft flesh into Mary's fingers. She liked it. God, she loved it. Her nipples were hard little buds and her body was screaming from excitement.

"Oh, kiss them, Mary," she moaned.

Mary was more than willing. The dark haired woman dropped her face to Cynthia's tits. Cynthia felt her sweet sucking lips on her nipple. Slowly her flesh was sucked into Mary's hot, liquid mouth. Cynthia screamed. She hadn't thought a woman sucking her tits could feel so nice.

"You're getting her hot as hell," Greg said, and Cynthia felt his body pressed against hers from behind. She felt his cock in the crack of her ass. He still wasn't completely hard, but even half hard his prick was bigger than most men's. She began to rub her ass against his prick as she felt her cunt growing wetter. Mary was moving her liquid lips from one of Cynthia's tits to the other. Cynthia had never felt so Goddamned hot. She couldn't resist the impulse to raise her hands to Mary's huge tits.

"Ummmmm," Mary moaned.

So this was what Mary's big tits felt like. Cynthia ran her fingers over the creamy mounds and felt the nipples grow as hard as her own. Greg was kissing the back of her neck and pushing his cock at her ass. She could feel it getting hard.