*Switch to Lindsay*
I followed Mrs. Taylor to her car. The cool breeze flowed up under my skirt and over my moist skin. The sensation gave me chills, but not as bad as the chills of the current situation. I had no idea what to expect or how much trouble I was in. I didn’t understand why she wanted to drive me home. All I could think was, is she going to tell my parents?
Though I felt guilty about what I had done, mostly I was disappointed. Mr. Taylor made me feel so amazing, and now it was all fading away. Just like all of my favorite black t-shirts. Except instead of t-shirts it’s my sex life.
Despite all my emotions, I still found it odd that Mrs. Taylor was holding my underwear in her hands. I was more than capable of carrying them myself.
We entered the car and Mrs. Taylor let out a large sigh before resting her head on the steering wheel.
“Are you okay?” I asked trying to be supportive. Also slightly concerned that this emotionally unstable woman might not be okay to drive in her current state.
“Yeah, I’ll be ok,” she replied as she took a deep breath to recompose herself.
She started the car and we pulled out of the driveway. The car was so silent that I could clearly hear her erratic breathing. It almost felt as if I could connect to how she was reacting.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” Mrs. Taylor asked out of nowhere.
Well I wasn’t expecting that.
“You are so pretty Mrs. Taylor! Like super pretty,” I said enthusiastically.
“Please just call me Alice,” she said as she glanced over at me. “Do you still call Keith, Mr. Taylor?”
This feels like a trap.
“Uhh… usually,” I replied nervous that I was giving the wrong answer.
With situations like this, I find the truth is always easier, but at the same time, probably the worst thing I could say.
“Interesting,” Alice replied.
I was trying to interpret what that meant but I just couldn’t tell.
“You are really sweet and beautiful,” she said to me sincerely. “I can see why he likes you.”
I could feel myself blushing hard. I get a lot of compliments from horny boys but never one with such sincerity. She made me feel truly and unconditionally appreciated in that moment.
I bet most men won’t understand that.. but you guys suck at it.
She pulled off into a municipal park parking lot. Normally I would probably be freaking out, but I trusted her for some reason. Perhaps it was the endearing look she was giving me. Maybe it was her eyes that just seemed to ooze passion. The eyes are the window to the soul. No matter how hard someone tries to put on a facade, their eyes always reveal the truth.
That probably sounds really cliche and corny, but that’s what I felt at the time
Alice parked the car, finally realizing that she was still clenching my underwear in her hand. She passed them back to me and I tucked them into my bag. The car started to feel very warm, but not in an unpleasant way.
“Please, I need you to tell me everything,” said Alice sounding slightly desperate.
I was worried about getting Mr. Taylor in more trouble but… again… the truth is always easier. I told her everything expecting her to be upset, but she really just looked guilty. Like she was the bad one in this scenario.
Finally she opened up to me and I found out why. She told me about their marriage issues and her brief affair with the guy from work. She even told me about pleasuring herself while she watched her husband and I have sex.
I wasn’t prepared for that, but it excited me. I couldn’t help but think about her wet pussy and what it tasted like. I felt hot and bothered and once again confused.
*Switch to Alice*
I felt so relieved to finally let out all of my emotional distress. It felt like a weight had been lifted off of me, and I was now free to embrace my other feelings. Like my feelings towards this girl nervously shifting her legs in my passenger seat. I knew that she was turned on, and that turned me on. Having such a visual effect on another person was euphoric. For some reason, even more so because that other person was a girl.
Unlike most girls, I never experimented with the same sex. I had never even considered it until that moment. I was so drawn to her that I couldn’t resist.
I leaned towards her and placed my hand on her cheek. I turned her gaze to me and pressed my lips to hers. They were so soft and supple! It felt more sensual than anything I had felt before. Lindsay seemed shocked at first, but her eyes closed as she returned the kiss. My tongue slipped into her mouth, gently brushed against hers. Our kiss felt like it lasted forever. It felt like kissing for the first time all over again. It was new, and different, and amazing, and insightful.
I wanted to keep going but I needed to be the adult here. I didn’t want to take advantage of this girl in her fragile state. I broke our kiss and looked at her. Her eyes were still closed, and her lips still puckered as if the moment had not yet ended for her.
Fuck it.
All my rational thought went out the window and I grabbed her face kissing her again, even more passionately than before. Her hands gripped at my shirt and pulled me closer. I reached down to the side of her seat and lowered the backrest as I climbed on top of her.
I started kissing down her neck as I pulled the spaghetti strap off her shoulder. My lips continued down he collar bone and across her chest while I pulled down her tank top even further, exposing her supple breasts.
It was a odd feeling since I had no experience with this, even though I was the adult. I had an extremely strong desire to pleasure this girl and I didn’t want to mess it up. I decided just to do all the thing that I like to her. I pressed my lips around her breast, giving soft little kisses around her hard nipple, teasing as much I could.
I let out a warm breath before finally flicking her nipple with my tongue. I felt her body slightly tremble. I swirled my tongue around it before sucking it into my mouth. I lifted my head and gazed at her small pink nipple before softly blowing on it. I felt as her whole body shivered under me.
Looks like I’m pretty good as this.
I continued the same process as her body squirmed under me.
I had no idea who I was anymore, but I was loving every second.
Lindsay’s hand found its way in my pants. I shivered as she slipped into my panties and started massaging my mound. Her hands felt small and sensual. Like they were made specifically for giving a woman that big O. I had to return the pleasure and moved my hand between her legs. Her pussy was already so wet that my fingers traced effortlessly between her labia.
Her mouth opened as she let out a moan. I moved back up to her face and kissed her as we buried our fingers inside each other. Lindsay’s body quivered as my fingers impaled her. She buried her face into my chest as her body finally let go.
“Oh my god yes!” She screamed into my tits.
*Switch to Lindsay*
Fuck that was amazing!
I came so hard that my entire body was weak. It was as if every single muscle in me was satisfied, and just went on vacation. I kept my fingers working inside her but I knew that this uncomfortable position wasn’t going to get the job done.
I grabbed her arms trying to push her into the more spacious back seat. I wasn’t strong enough but she got the hint as she started to awkwardly crawl into the back. She slipped and fell over onto her back with her legs in the air. It’s wasn’t on purpose but it was perfect. I pushed her skirt up and hooked my fingers in her panties before slipping them off.
I had to make her experience what she just did to me. I crawled between her legs and buried my face in her pussy. She didn’t need anymore warming up, she just needed my tongue’s attention. I spread her lips apart went straight to work, circling her clit with my tongue. Her dark landing strip tickled my nose as I ate her out.
She tasted so amazing, kinda like cherries that were not quite ripe yet. Her moans and body told me everything I needed to know. Her hand gripped my hair as her pelvis started grinding into my mouth. I knew she was close and just needed a bit more to pass the tipping point. I slid two fingers inside her while I continued on her love button.
Her legs started shaking as she took a deep breath and held it.
“Fuckkkkk!” She screamed as her orgasm surged. I rubbed her vigorously with my fingers as I tried to make her climax linger as long as possible.
Alice finally went limp as I crawled on top of her and rested my head on her chest. She ran her fingers through my hair, petting me, as we cuddled, both completely spent.
That moment felt like it lasted forever until we were rudely interrupted by another car entering the parking lot. We just slid lower and waited for them to leave.
“You are amazing,” said Alice as she kissed my head.
I grinned and nuzzled deeper into her chest. Her touch felt so tender and caring. It felt safe, like nothing in the world could touch me as long as I didn’t move.
The other car finally left and Alice and I started fixing ourselves up again. We didn’t say much after that. We just enjoyed the ride as we held each other’s hands the entire way back to my house.
I couldn’t help but compare the experiences between Mr. Taylor and Alice. They were so different that I couldn’t really figure it out. Mr. Taylor excited me, but I was beginning to think that it was more a feeling of lust. Maybe I was just rebelling against my own identity.
With Alice it felt completely different. Like our souls were intertwined. It was the most comfortable and natural sex I have ever had. I started questioning things again.
Maybe Mr. Taylor was just an experience I needed. Maybe I really am a lesbian, because I can’t imagine not having another experience like I just had with Alice. I’m so lost…
We arrived in front of my house and Alice leaned over to kiss me again. I reached over to her phone that was sitting in the cup holder and punched in my phone number.
I grabbed my bag and headed inside, unsure about everything .
Back at school, things changed. Mr. Taylor seemed distant and didn’t have time to work with me though I often caught him staring at me in class. I would shoot him a smile but he would quickly turn away.
I started to accept, that chapter of my life was over, and a new one was just beginning.
Alice and I pretty much started dating. We would spend almost every evening together doing whatever. We would go shopping, or to the movies, or out to dinner, or even one time she brought me to see a musical. It was like having a BFF, the only difference being that we would usually end up fucking at a hotel or in her car. On occasion she would even bring me to her house.
I asked her about Mr. Taylor and she told me things were fine. She said he knew about us spending time together and that he was fine with it. Judging by his attitude at school, I was sceptical.
I tried to talk to him about it, but he would just tell me that he didn’t have time. I was concerned.
One night Alice and I were having a “sleepover” and her house. Keith was apparently having a guys night and would be staying with his friend that lives in the city.
I loved falling asleep with Alice, so I was super excited.
*Switch to Mr. Taylor*
I sat at the bar feeling lifeless. I was trying to relax and have a good time but i found it to be a struggle. I knew that Alice was at home with Lindsay. I wasn’t even sure if I was jealous about Alice or Lindsay, yet. I couldn’t really complain.
I fucked up and I knew it. At least Alice was fucking a girl and not some random guy from work. It didn’t make everything alright, but it helped.
It somehow helped our sex life. Every night Alice would come home after seeing Lindsay, and we would end up in bed fucking like animals. It seemed like everything that happened actually restored the passion in our relationship.
I started thinking though, why can’t I have it all? Would they go for a threesome?
It seemed quite possible. I have sex with them both and they already have sex with each other. I didn’t know if it would actually work, but I had a sudden urgent need to get out of this bar.
I said goodbye to my friends and headed home. I snuck into the house as quietly as possible so I could assess the situation.
I peeked into the living room and found that they were already going at it. Lindsay was laying naked on the couch with my wife’s head between her legs. I my stomach sank at the passion I was witnessing, alss, I was also extremely turned on.
Lindsay’s moans echoed through the house. I couldn’t see exactly what my wife was doing since the back of the couch was impeding my view, but I could imagine. Lindsay was massaging her tits and pinching her nipples, completely lost in the sensation of Alice’s mouth.
I pulled out my cock and started stroking myself. I found myself focusing on what I could see of my wife’s head as I stroked myself. I was enjoying it so much that I didn’t notice Lindsay had spotted me.
“Mr. Taylor?”
*Switch to Alice*
I instantly looked up to see Keith standing there holding his cock. I was so pissed that he was interrupting our moment, yet also felt guilty. I was still cheating on my husband and that wasn’t right. I looked at Lindsay and considered how to react who strangely didn’t seem phased at all. Finally the answer became clear. At least, it seemed like a good idea at the time.
“Come here,” I said to Keith as I gestured to him with my finger.
He approached me with his cock still hanging out of his pants. I looked up at him as I reached out for it and began stroking him. The biggest, dumbest, grin ripped across his face when I saw the realization of what was about to happen clicked in his head.
I grinned back before taking his cock into my mouth. Lindsay laid there watching with a smile as I devoured my husband’s manhood. She sat up beside me and reached between my legs and started rubbing my pussy.
When I removed my mouth from his cock, I raised my legs expecting him to fuck me. Instead he positioned himself between Lindsay’s legs. I felt extremely upset that he chose her over me as I watched his cock disappear inside her. I have never had a threesome before and tried to convince myself that I was just overthinking things.
Lindsay hands now sloppily played with my pussy. Her rhythm was erratic because of that prick that was thrusting in and out of her.
I want to get fucked too! I wanted to scream.
I reached for Keith’s arm and yanked him out of Lindsay. I directed him between my legs. He eagerly filled my wanting pussy and fucked me relentlessly. He knew exactly how I liked it. Lindsay kissed me and teased my nipples while my husband fucked me. I was so close to cumming.
“I’m almost there! Don’t stop,” I screamed.
Almost as if jinxing it, I felt Keith start to empty himself inside of me. I couldn’t help but feel disappointed and frustrated.
Keith sank to the floor looking spent. Lindsay noticed my frustrations and wasted no time, diving between my legs. I watched her as she lapped at my husband’s seed that was leaking out of my freshly fucked pussy. As if my orgasm was resurrected, I felt my body surge.
I clenched at Lindsay’s hair as I arched my back. My body exploding with pleasure.
I panted, satisfied as I laid back on the couch, however, I needed more. I grabbed Lindsay’s hand and led her up to the bedroom. Keith followed us upstairs and took a seat in the chair. He spectated as Lindsay and I fooled around for hours. He looked like a sad puppy that wanted to play with a ball. At least until he was able to get hard again.
He fucked Lindsay and I again, lasting much longer this time around.. It was felt really good but Lindsay and I were already so spent that we were probably not as enthusiastic as we should have been.
That night, we all fell asleep together.
*Switch to Lindsay*
Last night felt weird. I mean, it was fun but something didn’t feel quite right. There was a tension that was so apparent you could cut it with a knife. I woke up laying on Mr. Taylor’s chest with Alice spooning me from behind. It felt nice and I was curious what was going to happen now.
I went home for the rest of the weekend and wondered what I had gotten myself into. It was wonderful but weird. I felt like a divide in a happy marriage.
When I got to school the following monday I was surprised to see that Mr. Taylor wasn’t there. At first I just thought maybe he was sick or something. But then a few days went by, and then a few weeks. I tried calling and texting both of them but never got a reply.
I eventually came to terms with the fact that I was never going to see them again. I was worried that I was responsible for ruining everything. I was angry at myself for a while as I processed this until one day when I got a package in the mail.
I opened it to see a box of chocolates and a letter. It was from Keith and Alice.
Dear wonderful Lindsay.
We are so sorry we just disappeared on you. You didn’t deserve that. We needed to fix our marriage and decided to move back to the west coast. Please don’t think you did anything wrong. In fact you did just the opposite. Every single wonderful moment with you brought us closer together than we have ever been before. You ignited a new spark inside both of us that we had lost. You made us realize how important we are to each other. And so we want to thank-you. You saved our marriage and made us happier than we ever thought possible.
Sincerely and with love.
Keith and Alice
XoXo
The End
Oh, and yeah. I realized I’m just bi… I didn’t know that was a option at first…so… yeah.
The End… again
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