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I was on my knees between my husband’s legs; his pants were down, and one of my hands stroked his cock. My other hand was playing with my clit and rubbing my wetness all over my pussy lips.“Here’s how this will work,” I told him, catching his attention. One of my fingers plunged inside my pussy, making me moan on his hardness as my mouth went all the way down his shaft, devouring and savoring it. Pulling my lips off the length of his penis, trails of saliva oozing from my mouth, I continued. “I want us to be happy and equal in all things, so we’ll degrade you when you really deserve it and on special occasions.”“Yes, uuuh…” his words caught in his throat as I pumped my mouth over his hard cock.“But,” I stroked his manhood quickly and hard, my spit lubricating it. “From now on, you’ll not only treat me like your friend and partner, but you’ll also show me how much I excite you, sexually. Treat me with respect and open lust. Do you understand?”“Yes, umm, oh…yes, Mistress.”“So long as you treat me like a lady and fuck me like a slut, it’s okay if you lust after our neighbor,” I smiled up at him, still stroking. I teased him by plunging my mouth over his cock, sucking on the head while I fondled his balls. My free hand was stroking my clit fast and hard. “But that permits me to lust after other men. Fair?”“Oh, fuck, don’t stop.”“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” I continued sucking his cock while I fucked myself. Christy was right, I was a wild child. His penis grew thicker and harder in my mouth, his breath coming out in moaning gasps and sighs.“Knock, knock,” I heard through the bay window. Looking up, a naughty, feline grin on my face, I saw Christy, dressed to thrill, standing at the window, waving. She had a paper bag in her other hand.“Shit,” John exclaimed as he rushed to cover his erection. I giggled, slowly removing my fingers from my sopping pussy and licking my juice off them.“Come in, the door’s open.” I didn’t bother standing up, as it was all part of our evil plan.“Hi, John,” Christy chuckled as she entered. “I’d ask you how your evening is going, but I think I already know. Sorry to interrupt.”“That’s fine,” he said. The crestfallen look on his face was priceless.Christy was wearing a light, somewhat see-through green dress. Looking more like a toga than a dress, the neckline plunged to her waist, two strips of cloth covering her perfect breasts. The skirt portion was a pixie skirt type, revealing most of her legs. Her areolas and constantly-hard nipples could be seen through the fabric, and the material was so light and thin that her lack of underwear was obvious.“I found that dress I told you about. The sexy one bursa escort you wanted to borrow.” She held out the bag.I looked at her, dumbfounded, for a moment, then remembered what she had previously told me. She would find an excuse to come over after John got home. I was supposed to go with whatever she said. “Oh, yeah. I’ve been dying to try it on.”Christy giggled. “Tell you what. Glen and I are roasting some fresh beef on the spit over the fire. Why don’t you two join us for dinner, and you can wear it.” She turned to my husband. “What do you say, John?”I “oohed” and “aahed” over the wispy, maroon mini-dress, pulling it out of the bag. With a short skirt, slit almost up to the waist on one side, barely-there front, and backless rear cut, wearing anything under it was almost impossible. Tiny panties could maybe remain hidden under that dress.“I, um, we can’t,” John stuttered. His eyes were giving themselves whiplash as his focus bounced between my holding the dress up in front of me and Christy’s boobs. “I have work in the morning.”“Work to live, silly. Don’t live to work. You need to relax, so come on over. Besides,” her face grew passionate and impish, “I just love a good spit-roasting.”She turned to me, winking, as I tried not to laugh. “Now, you run along, John. Glen wants to discuss your driveway.”“But, I have to…”“We’re going, and that’s final. We haven’t eaten, yet, and we should be neighborly,” I scolded. “You go and help Glen and talk, and we’ll get me into this tiny, little, sexy dress…” I paused, “unless you don’t want to drool over how sexy I am.”John sighed, chewed his lip, and nodded. “I’ll be across the street, then, honey.”As soon as he’d left, leaving us at the doorway telling him we’d be right along, I slammed the door shut and locked it, turning to Christy. My back was against the door, and I pulled her into me, wrapping my arms around her, and kissing her passionately.“Mmm,” she sighed into my open mouth.All my trepidation gone, my tongue darted into her steaming mouth, our lips tasting the other’s. My hands roamed all over her back, cupped her bare ass cheeks under her dress, and delicately pet the soft down above her pussy. Her hands explored my body, my heat increasing, my body responding.“That answers my big question,” she said, a mischievous look dancing over her features. “Time for us to set our ground rules.”“You mean about our plan? We’ve already talked all that out: never lie, discuss plans on messenger on Plushtales, so we can show our husbands if need be, have fun, etcetera.”“No,” she laughed. “For you and me.”“What?”Christy reached under my sundress and felt my wet pussy. She smiled, bursa escort bayan and brought her moist fingers to her mouth, her tongue flicking out to taste me. Replacing her hand, her deft fingers found my clit.“Look, I’m into women and very strongly attracted to you, sexually. I will never hide that from you, or anyone else, unless prudence or context requires I don’t. What I meant was that whatever we do, how far we go, is entirely up to you.”“I, um, I don’t know.” I was having difficulty concentrating; her fingers quickly put me on the verge of cumming, and I was lost in the lusty sensation.“Exactly,” she said, proudly. “Earlier, today, you swore to me that you’re not into women. Now, you’re grabbing me, making out with me, and moaning as I finger you, which I like. I will continue to act like we want each other, but, what happens is up to you. You say when and where to stop, and I shall.”“What if I stop you and then change my mind?” Her fingers changed pace, swirling around and over my clit, causing me to elicit horny moans.“Then start it up again. No matter what, though we must remain good friends; anything else is just a fun bonus.”I grabbed her hands and pulled her upstairs into our bedroom. “Let’s get this dress on and start seducing our men!”Christy, her face a mask of horny lust, her nipples hard as diamonds, helped me out of my dress. “Fuck me, you’re fucking sexy,” she told me as her eyes drank in my nudity. There was no lechery, just open desire, still letting me decide.“I don’t have anything close to your body,” I said. “You’re too perfect, like a model or a porn star. Everything about you is drop-dead sexy.”“Don’t sell yourself short,” her hands caressed my nude flesh. “If I had your tits, I’d enslave all mankind. And the rest of you! You’re why primitive men painted on cave walls.”Between us playing with each other’s bodies and making out, it took more than fifteen minutes to get into the dress. The act of pulling it over my body took maybe ten seconds; the rest of the time involved my hands, mouth, and fingers exploring Christy’s body. She mirrored my actions, moaning, pushing her body into me. When her lips sucked in my nipples, her hand immediately shooting to my clit, I thought I’d died and gone to girl-on-girl-heaven. I stopped her just short of cumming on her expert fingers.“We need to go before I cum all over your hand and beg you to make love to me.”“See? Isn’t that easy?” It wasn’t. It took every ounce of my resolve to not let her seduce me right there and then.Looking into the mirror, I was amazed at how a simple, sexy frock can transform you. In that maroon mini-dress, I looked sexy and escort bursa hot. My breasts showed lots of cleavage and side boob and allowed my breasts to bounce enough to tantalize while still showing how high and firm they are. My butt looked amazing; the way the cloth draped over it drew in one’s eyes, and the shortness of the skirt bordered on scandalous. I looked hot and horny, which made me feel exactly that.Laughing and groping at each other’s bodies, we walked across the highway, arm in arm. We were two powerful, sexual women, setting a lusty man trap. As we rounded the bend in their driveway, I saw Glen and John sitting beside the fire, a huge shank of beef on the spit. Glen was very animatedly talking about what I wanted to be done to our driveway, his voice very passionate.As soon as we came into view, he stopped talking and stared at us both with desire, appreciation, and humor. “Two perfect ladies have graced our mundane existence. What divine visions you both are.”“Yeah,” John said to me. “You look nice.”Nice? I look nice. Glen made my heart flutter and weakened my knees and my own husband says I look nice?!“And I see two men all ready for my spit roast,” Christy mused. “I’m fucking hungry. Give me a nice, big hunk of meat to put in my mouth.”Glen spoke in tasteful, suggestive innuendo, the kind that ignites the lust within my mind. Christy, on the other hand, talked like a foul-mouthed slut. I took mental notes.The evening quickly turned into one of those special moments where everything is right with the world. Our hosts were not only beautiful, sexual creatures, but they were also gracious and fun to be around. Fresh beef carved right off the spit, with honeyed vegetables cooked in the embers, was a scrumptious repast. John couldn’t keep his eyes off of either me or Christy, and she teased him mercilessly. I flirted with Glen, and he had this habit of keeping me wondering if he meant what I hoped he had. With the sexual tension so thick that you could taste it, I’d forgotten all about our plans to move the conversation toward sex and found myself gleefully steering the conversation in that direction because I was horny.“I’d never really even thought about being with another woman until very recently,” I confessed during a discussion about bisexuality.“Yep,” my husband laughed, tearing his eyes away from my neighbor’s sexy ass. “She’s never even kissed another woman.”“Never? I doubt that.” Christy said in mock despair, giving me a conspiratorial wink. I made a good show of being embarrassed and blushing. No acting was required, there.Swaying with her steps, her wispy fairy dress rocking back and forth with her, she approached me and lazily draped her arms over my shoulders. We stared into each other’s eyes, sharing a moment.“Should I kiss her, John?” she asked.“Fine by me,” he quietly said. His voice cracked a little.

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