Leslie's head was spinning, but she couldn't be drunk on just two glasses of wine – or was it three? Nevertheless, she was having all kinds of weird, sexual thoughts. She wanted to make love first with Rick, than with the tall, good-looking Armand. She was angry with Brandon and she was horny.
"Horny?" she said aloud, and she frowned at herself in the bathroom mirror. That word had sped through her mind many times, yet she had avoided dwelling on it. To dwell on it was to acknowledge that Brandon had never satisfied her sexually, although he had often pleased her with his attentions.
He tried to satisfy her, didn't he? Or didn't he care about her at all?"
She took off her jacket and folded it on the closed toilet seat and studied herself in the mirror. The halter, which crossed her breasts and tied in the back, was all she was wearing under the jacket; the jacket had hidden the way her nipples occasionally popped out against the material.
Leslie's breasts were hard and perfectly shaped. Although her aureoles were small, her nipples were nearly an inch long. When she was making love with Brandon, they jutted out like fingertips. He nibbled on them occasionally, but liked when he made love to her, he never did it long enough or gentle enough or hard enough when she wanted it done hard. Worse than that, he didn't do it nearly often enough.
If she made love to Rick, as Judy said she could, she would know what it was like with another man, and perhaps she would know what was missing?
No! She did not want to know what she was missing. If she knew, then her entire marriage was a waste, and Brandon might as well run away with that bitch secretary of his.
I'm better looking than she is, Leslie thought. I'm twice as good looking, and I'm built better, no matter how big her t – no matter how big her breasts are.
She slipped her hand under her skirt and stroked her mound, with pubic hairs jabbing through the nylon of her panties.
There was a tapping at the door, and she quickly moved her hand away as Judy pushed inside.
"I see you're getting the hang of it."
"No. No, I wasn't-"
"Sure you were. Are you ready for Rick?"
"You're not serious about this."
"Of course I am. The fact that you want to fuck him has nothing to do with him and me being in love."
"But-"
"No 'buts,'" Judy said. "The fact that you want to fuck him, and he wants to fuck you makes everything perfect."
She was still light headed, and maybe she was not even hearing what she thought she was hearing. It could be all be a product of her own … "Wishful thinking," she muttered.
"What?" Judy said.
"I … was … just thinking out loud."
"Do you want to strip for him, or do you want to go in there naked?"
"Oh, Judy, I don't think I'm ready for this."
The wine she carried from the bistro, was on the vanity sink.
"You really did like watching us last night, didn't you?"
"I surely did. Yes, I did. Yes," Leslie said.
She brought the wine to her lips and emptied it. Then, almost by reflex, her fingers were moving under her skirt again. She was touching herself, stroking herself, trying to recapture the pleasure of orgasm she had experienced earlier this morning.
Judy raised her eyebrows.
"Oh, damn. What am I doing?"
"Getting yourself ready for Rick."
"You're sure you talked about it."
"Yes, we have," Judy said, laughing. "And he said he would just love to fuck you."
"He would? I thought he loved you, I thought- "
"I'm not talking about love. I told you that. I'm talking about fucking, and I want to watch you fuck."
That word and the others were so alien to her, that they frightened her, yet they were exciting too.
"Go out there and tease the hell out of him first," Judy said.
Leslie became suddenly frightened, and she backed toward the door to her own room.
"Are you sure you're not a lesbian?" she said, but as soon as she heard her own words, she was embarrassed.
Judy laughed. "You've known me almost all of your life. If I were a lesbian don't you think I would have put a move on you long before now?"
She shrugged. "I suppose."
"But seeing you this morning, I could very easily become bisexual."
For just a moment, those words stopped Leslie to fear.
"But of course, I'm not. Come on."
For a crazy moment, Leslie had the idea that Judy wanted to take her into her arms and kiss her hard. She sensed that Judy wanted to run he fingers over her body, and- No, Judy couldn't do that. Would never do that. She wouldn't even think it.
The effects of the wine were wearing off. "I can't go through with this. I've done too much already. I'll have nightmares even thinking about it."
"They're not called nightmares. They're called 'wet dreams,' and they're great, aren't they?"
Of course, Leslie knew they were wet dreams. Sometimes, they were nightmares too, about diseases and going feeble and blind. She feared all the things her mother said would happen if she touched herself or if she practiced sex before or outside of marriage.
"If I make love to Rick-"
"Don't say 'love' about Rick. I don't want you to love him or him to love you. I just want you to fuck him, and I want to watch."
"If I make love – I mean, if I fuck Rick. You won't be able to just watch. I know you'll want to join in, and before you know it, I'll be left out in the cold, and I'll just be watching again."
"That won't happen. Look at it this way," Judy said. "In that respect, you and I will lose our virginity at the same time. You might not believe this, but Rick and I have never done it when anybody was with us. Not even with somebody watching – not until last night. It's always been just him and me, one-on-one."
"Why did you pick me?"
"Because we like you, because you're here, and because your husband doesn't give a damn about you."
Judy was right. Even when Brandon was supposed to be making love, he just grunted and groaned and finished, leaving her to stare at the ceiling and listen to him snore. He could care less about her pleasure. To him it was just the subject of an occasional ritual, and even the ritual had stopped since he started running around with his secretary.
She had seen the steady ebb and flow of Judy and Rick last night. What excited her was not just that they were doing it, but the way they were trying to please each other. She would like to see and feel what Rick would be like with her, and she would like to know if she could experience the same pleasure that Judy had.
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