Australian Penthouse

When my husband, Mike, told me he’d be away on business for a week, I was understandably upset. But then he softened the blow by tell­ing me that his friend and co-worker, Tim, would also be going. “So you and Angie will be left to your own de­vices …” he said, his voice trailing off in a tantalising way. You see, I’d confessed to Mike that I found Angie, Tim’s wife, totally hot. With her black curls, green eyes, freckled cheeks and sunny smile, she always makes me laugh, and she’s so cute that she turns on even this mostly straight, married woman.

I think it’s because she’s not trying to be overtly sexy—she doesn’t wear much makeup and dresses simply— but to me, that makes her even more attractive. When she’s excited about something, everyone knows it, and she’s always grabbing my hand when we’re shopping and tugging me over to show me something, only she doesn’t know that her hand in mine does certain things to my pussy. I’d wanted to tell Angie how I felt for a while but there has never been a good time, since we usually go out on double dates with our husbands. But with the guys out of the picture for a while, I could just imagine Angie and I having the time to luxuriate in each other’s body.

I invited her over on Friday, the night after the guys left town, to kick off the weekend with a girls’ night in, featuring facials, movies, manicures, popcorn—and lots of girl talk. When she came over, she was already wearing her pink pyjamas and fuzzy slippers. I was wearing a short blue nightie, and my feet were bare. We curled up on the couch under the same blanket, getting warm as we settled into place to watch the latest chick-flick she’d picked up. I prom­ise you that while I had some lusty thoughts, I wasn’t actually the one who initiated things between us. I actually managed to calm my racing heart and focus on the movie, figur­ing I could touch myself to fantasies of me and Angie being naughty later on. But just as I got engrossed in the sappy love story, I felt her hand brush against my thigh beneath the blanket.

At first, I thought it was my imagi­nation, but then she deliberately clamped her fingers around my thigh. It was definitely more than a friendly squeeze, and I felt a twinge of desire in my pussy as she massaged my leg. Her roaming fingers sent very arous­ing messages throughout my body. I was holding myself almost stiffly, staring straight at the TV so as not to give away my feelings, but I knew a blush had crept onto my cheeks. When I looked over at Angie, she was smiling, her lips slightly parted and her eyes aglow.

She nodded at me, confirming that this was really happening, be­fore pushing her hand all the way up so it settled right between my legs. I gasped as she touched my pussy through the thin layer of my pants. Suddenly, the room was way too hot, and I tossed the blanket onto the floor, the movie and everything else— except the heat Angie had ignited in me—forgotten. I looked down, watching her knuckles rub against my lips as she eased my panties off, then lifted my nightie over my head, leaving me completely bare.

With one hand against my upper thigh, she slithered onto the ground and kissed my stomach, her hot tongue making my nipples harden and my pussy hum. Angie slowly licked her way along my skin, div­ing into my belly button, and then teas­ing me by dipping down to the edge of my pubic hair, before mov­ing upward, leaving streaks of wet­ness along my torso. I shivered as her tongue reached the underside of my right breast, which she took care to explore in full before finally get­ting to my nipples. My body arched as she fastened her sweet lips around one nub while tweaking the other between her fingers. Any lingering images I’d had of her as a shy, uncertain girl vanished completely as she stroked, licked and sucked my body while rubbing her legs up against mine. Her free hand caressed my arm and then rose to my face to stroke my hair and rub my cheek tenderly.

All this foreplay meant that by the time Angie finally got to my pussy, I was soaking wet. She seemed to appreciate my arousal, though, as she lustily buried her face between my folds and really went to town. I leaned back against the couch, alternating between watching her head as her tongue navigated my pussy, pausing when she’d get to a particularly sensitive spot, and shutting my eyes and simply basking in her oral efforts. Her movements had made me speechless, but even without my noises, she managed to figure out exactly where I wanted to be licked and stroked. I hoisted my legs up over her shoulders, allowing her better access. When I brought my legs closer together, al­most trapping her between them, she went wild, really slamming her tongue into me as hard as she could.

I shut my eyes and pressed my hips up toward her tongue, rocking against her as we got swept away in our own rhythm. I pinched my own nipples just like she had earlier, wondering what Mike would think if he could see me with my new lover. Actually, I knew the answer to that—he’d have his cock out and be jerk­ing off at the sight of my sexy friend licking me. I’d be sure to tell him all about it later, but for the mo­ment I put all my energy into tighten­ing my muscles to heighten the pleasure from Angle’s licks. She kept bringing me right to the brink of orgasm, her tongue fluttering against my clit, then shoving into my hole, and then easing back when I needed her most.

It was maddening but also incred­ibly fun, because I knew she was waiting to give me something even better, except that I wanted to taste her too. She lifted her head, smil­ing at me with pussy juice-slicked lips, then held my lips open before diving back in. Half reluctantly, I pulled her up and kissed her, tasting my own nectar on her mouth. “I want to taste you, too,” I said, sud­denly ravenous.

“Only if I can eat you at the same time,” she said, pursing her lips and raising her eyebrows, then sticking out her tongue and licking her lips seductively. That was all the inspira­tion I needed to pull down her pyjama pants, unsurprised to find her bare beneath them. Her pussy lips were slightly darker than mine and shaved totally bare, so I could see everything.

I took an initial lick, getting off on her musky flavour, before turning around so we could both lick and be licked simultaneously. Having her tongue thrust deep inside me while I got to taste her pussy felt fabulous! She ate me with the tech­nique of a longtime muff diver, while I thrust my hips down against her as I lapped up her plentiful juices. She was moaning as she ate me, her noises interspersed with our mutual sucking and slurping sounds, completely drowning out the movie on the TV.

I was so engrossed in Angie’s beautiful body that I’d completely forgotten about everything else ex­cept the exquisite sensation of my tongue slipping into her tight canal and press­ing against her most sensitive spots. When I arched my tongue upward against her swollen clit, she paused, her body going still, before the spasms began. I stayed right where I was, not caring if I got sprayed with her juices, keeping my mouth in exactly the right position to continue provoking her little moans and movements.

As she came, her juices gush­ed out to soak me and the couch, and I couldn’t help but join her, buck­ing down hard against her as she gripped my hips and pulled me close. Surrounded by the scent and taste of her essence, I exploded, coming as I hadn’t in a long time. She held me and swallowed every drop I offered.

Finally, we sat up, matching dazed expressions on our faces. 1 placed my hands on each of her cheeks, staring into her eyes. ” Angie, I had no idea sex could be that good!” I said.

“Maybe you just didn’t know where to look,” she said with a wink, then leaned in and began kissing me all over again.

When Mike called the next day, I was groggy from lack of sleep, and I still had Angie lying next to me in bed. I told him almost everything we’d done and gave him my bless­ing to stay on his trip for as long as he needed to. Then Angie woke up and pounced on me, making all thoughts disappear as we feasted on each other once again.

Cara G., Newport, Vic

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