I am awoken from a mid-day nap to the sound of the front door opening. It’s my husband, Zachary. I was twenty years old when we first met, and he was twenty-six. He was so exciting to me then-he was older and more mature than the other guys I had dated. He was ambitious and successful. We were best friends and we did everything together… but twelve years is a long time. Now, he’s changed. He has become more distant. The things he wants are different from the things I want.
Even so, I have no intentions of leaving. I am happy with my lifestyle. My comfortable beachside home, trips to the spa and horseback riding. While I have had my own success in the working world, my husband is the breadwinner. In fact, he was promoted to Chief Financial Officer at his company today and we are planning a small party to celebrate this Saturday. Zachary taps his pen on the table as he ponders whose name to add to the list. “So far I’ve invited 2 of my co-workers, the Clavells, Jamie, and Rob. Who else should we invite? Hank and Pauline?” I nod in response. Hank is one of Thornton’s sailing buddies. His fiancé, Pauline is nice. We talk over text and meet for lunch occasionally, so I won’t mind seeing her at the party.
I view myself in the mirror, dabbing a tissue onto my dark lipstick. I step back and inspect my reflection, wondering if the low cut dress I am wearing makes my boobs look too small. After a week of planning, it’s finally time for the guests to come over. I already set up a sushi boat on the dining room table, turned on some music, lit candles and put out the liquor. I hear the doorbell ring, then Thornton’s laughter as he greets the guests. I run my hands over my long, black hair in the mirror for the last time, then walk down the staircase leading to the living room. “Hi!” I recognize one of Zachary’s co-workers and his wife. “Your house is so beautiful!” The woman exclaims. “Hey, Morgana.” My husband calls to me. “Why don’t you show Tammy around?” I roll my eyes, knowing he and his friend just want to talk without their wives around. “Sure, hon.” I smile, leading Tammy upstairs, all while listening to her constant praise of my decorating skills. She’s not bad company, but certainly not great company. Bored of listening to her talk, I suggest going back downstairs.
When we return, I breathe a sigh of relief when I notice Pauline standing in the living room. I leave Tammy to get a drink for myself, and pour one for Pauline as well. “Hey, Pauline, so glad you made it!” I exclaim, coming up behind her. “Oh, Morgana! You look so good!” She gives me a hug as we exchange hellos. I hand her the drink. “I love your dress.” She says “I love yours!” I reply. She does look good tonight. Her dress perfectly fits her form-she’s a short, slightly chubby Filipina woman with big boobs and a big butt. “Let’s drink!” She says, grinning.
After a few drinks and deep in conversation, we wander off to look at the ocean. The other guests have also helped themselves to the liquor so we weren’t the only ones leaving the group. “I have to pee. Can you come with me? I don’t remember where your bathroom is.” Pauline says, slurring her words. I’m drunk too. “Of course.” I giggle, grabbing her hand and leading her back to the house as we stumble through the grass. “Wanna just use the one in the upstairs bedroom? No one else will be in there.” I inquire. “Sure!” We make our way through the living room, waving hello to two people on the couch, drinking whiskey. The house is large and open, with big, clear windows. The first floor consists of a pool and Zachary’s small exercise room. Upstairs is the living room and kitchen. The next floor has the master bedroom and office. The top floor is new. Zachary and I have been talking about having children for a while and we could afford the renovations, so we added a nursery and three more bedrooms. Pauline and I walk up two flights of stairs, gripping the handrails as we ascend. “Okay, it’s just around this corner.” I notify Pauline, out of breath. I open the door to the spare bedroom. “Wow!” Pauline exclaims. “Look at this view!” There is a king sized bed with gray sheets and blankets, as well as a nightstand with a lamp on each side of it. It’s facing the large wall of windows overlooking the ocean. There is also a TV with a few gaming consoles Zachary plays on after work. Pauline walks across the room to the bathroom door after admiring all the decor. “Is this the bathroom?” I nod, then move in front of the window to watch the ocean waves. I watch the tide move back and forth against the shore hypnotically until Pauline’s voice breaks my concentration.
“Hey Morgana!” She calls over the sound of herself peeing. “This is a weird question but I’m drunk so I’m going to ask.” She giggles. “What is it?” I ask, inching closer to the open bathroom door. I hear her stand up and flush the toilet, then wash her hands. She emerges from the bathroom adjusting her dress and laughs awkwardly. “Okay this might sound weird, but have you ever hooked up with a woman? Hank keeps trying to convince me to have a threesome with some girl he works with. She’s pretty and all but I don’t know if I want to do that.” She looks away. “I never have.” I respond. “I feel like it will put strain on your relationship if you do it with a girl he works with. Maybe you should look for someone online.” I add. “Yeah, maybe…” she sighs and sits on the bed. “Honestly, things haven’t been great. Maybe he’s thinking about leaving me for her.” She confesses. I feel my stomach sink, then sit on the bed next to her. “I’m sorry. Things haven’t been great between me and Zachary either. We hardly have sex anymore. But honestly, I don’t care.” It feels good to finally say it aloud. “What should we do?” She asks, laughing but obviously defeated. “Have another drink?” I suggest.
With two very strong drinks in my hands, I struggle to make it back to the master bedroom in my state of intoxication. When I enter the bedroom again, I lock the door behind myself then sit next to Pauline again on the bed. “Here you are. Drink up!” I chirp, handing her the glass of liquor. We both down our drinks, then begin to talk again. I haven’t been so drunk in a long time. Everything is moving. I smile at how inebriated I am, feeling warmth spread throughout my body. I look up at Pauline as she begins to talk about Hank and his co-worker again, noticing how beautiful she is in my extra-drunk state. Her small button nose, rose-colored lips and light brown eyes. I inch closer, hoping she won’t notice. “Should I just try it? I’m just scared. I don’t want to mess things up between me and him, but I am a little curious…” She trails off, on the topic of the threesome again. Moving slightly closer to her again, I look down at my thigh. It’s touching hers now, and I can feel heat radiating throughout my body. I feel… horny. I look up again to make eye contact with her. She’s noticed our thighs touching as well. Slowly, she reaches a hand out and caresses my thigh. I can’t believe this is happening. “Do you want to…” She trails off, then I lean in to press my lips against hers. The smell of her perfume is intoxicating. I’ve never done this before. My heart pounds in my chest as we kiss with increasing intensity.
My mind is overwhelmed with the desire to touch her and taste her. I explore her body with my hands as we kiss, occasionally slipping our tongues into each other’s mouths. Her skin is smooth and supple. I open my eyes for a second to look at her. “I’ve never done this before.” I whisper. “Me neither. But I want you so bad.” She breathes into my ear. I climb on top of me and take off my dress and panties. “You’re so sexy.” She purrs, hesitantly reaching out to touch my small, pale breasts with her hands. “Mmm” I moan inadvertently as she massages them while pinching my nipples softly between her thumbs and forefingers. “Take off your dress.” I instruct. “I need to touch you.” She quickly unzips the back of the form-fitting dress and slides it off, exposing her bare breasts. Not used to seeing other women naked, I briefly look away then look back. Her skin is tan. Her breasts are large, probably DDs and her nipples are dark and erect.
Still on top of her, I look up and down her body, reaching to remove her panties. Her pussy is much different than mine. It’s completely shaven and a little darker around the lips. I lean down to kiss her again, grinding my clit against her nude body, feeling my wetness spread across her skin. Grabbing both of her breasts with my hands, I begin to caress them. They’re soft and squishy, and almost heavy. I slide myself down her body, kissing her neck and chest. I take time to gently suck on each of her nipples, biting lightly. “Mmm… do that again.” She moans. I continue, all the while becoming more and more aroused by the sounds of Pauline’s pleasure. I stop for a moment and look at her, giggling awkwardly. “Should I… eat you out?” I ask. “Yes, definitely”. The room is bright. I linger for a moment, taking in the view of her amazing body. She spreads her legs far apart for me. Her puckered asshole is a darker color-just like her wrinkly labia. I spread her chubby pussy open with my fingers, greeted with the sticky wetness building up inside of her. She watches me with baited breath, her pointer finger in her mouth. I place my lips on her navel, kissing down until I reach her public area. I tease her with my lips and tongue, kissing down the sides of her pussy. Finally, I pull back the wrinkled skin at the top of her vagina the slightest bit to expose her small, pink clit. I place my lips over it, kissing it a few times before I begin to lick back and forth. I take in the smell and taste of her pussy. There’s a tangy, pungent odor, but it’s not bad. “Sorry if I’m a little sweaty” she mumbles, leaning back into the pillows. “You taste good”. I reply in a breathy whisper, continuing to kiss and lick her in a constant back and forth motion. “Ugh. Mmm…” her moans become increasingly loud as her hips begin to rock, bucking up repeatedly. I hold her hips down as hard as I can, licking faster. “Fuck… I-I’m gonna cum soon…” she whispers. She lets out a wail as she orgasms “Oh god! Oh god! Stop, stop Morgana.” I sit up, watching her face as she begins to breathe heavily while the muscles in her vagina contract. “Mmm, that was so good.” She whispers. “Now lie down, it’s your turn.”
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Very hot!