A week later, when Pete took Rory home to his mother, Irene was momentarily relieved. Pete and his teenaged son had become constant visitors in her bedroom whenever Dan was at work. Her evenings with her husband remained passionate, but the sexual exhaustion was beginning to get to her. Irene worried that her husband would start to suspect something if her wanton affair with the neighborhood father and son combo continued.
Two days after Pete and Rory had left town, however, Irene was missing them. She hadn't realized how addicted she had become to the teenage stud's enormous prick and his father's lusty appetite. Dan was still the loving, horny husband, but Irene could only enjoy him after work. She had, admittedly, become accustomed to regular fucking, and the days now seemed to drag by with agonizing slowness and boredom.
It was the middle of just such an endless, boring afternoon when the phone rang, interrupting Irene's daily masturbation ritual. As if caught in the act, Irene gasped and jerked her fingers from her gooey, sticky cunt at the first sound of the phone. She blushed self-consciously, wiped her slick fingers on the bed sheets and grabbed the phone.
"Irene? This is Michelle," the feminine voice said through the phone after Irene had answered it. "Have you seen Pete Howell lately?"
The sudden question startled the blonde housewife. Her heart pounded and her mind reeled as she struggled to give her neighbor a proper answer. She wasn't anxious to telegraph to the neighborhood her own recent involvement with the local Romeo, and she knew from gossip that Michelle Daniels was one of a long list of neighborhood women Pete fucked regularly.
"Not in a couple of days, Michelle," Irene said slowly. "I think he's gone to try and patch things up with his ex-wife."
"I was afraid of that," Michelle said, a sigh coming through the phone receiver. "I knew his kid was in town. I might have known that bitch would send her kid here to lure Pete back to her."
"I wouldn't know about that," Irene said innocently, trying to calm her racing pulse.
"Sure, I bet," Michelle scoffed with a snicker. "If you aren't busy, honey, I'd like to drop by. I was on my way to the store, but I'd like to have a little chat with you."
"Well, Michelle, I'm busy and…"
"Won't take a minute of your time, honey," Michelle persisted. "Besides, you and I have too much in common not to become friends."
The phone went dead before Irene could respond. Now her nervousness leaped as she hung up the phone and hurried to make herself presentable to her unwelcome guest.
Michelle Daniels was a curvy brunette in her late twenties who, Irene had heard through neighborhood gossip, had been a model before meeting and marrying her husband. Michelle's husband was in his fifties and, according to the rumors, had won Michelle's heart due primarily to his senior position with a local hardware store chain. The hardware chain was known for rewarding long-time employees with liberal retirement benefits, and it was an open secret that Michelle was anxious to help her husband enjoy his generous retirement benefits to the fullest. In the meantime, Michelle had been filling her days engaged in a torrid relationship with Pete Howell. It was clear to Irene as she slipped on shorts and a t-shirt and brushed her long hair that Michelle was hinting about that when she had mentioned the common link between the two women.
Michelle arrived five minutes later, stepping into Irene's house with an aloofness that put the younger woman immediately on the defensive. The brunette appraised Irene openly with a smirky expression, as if sizing up the competition, then helped herself to a chair in the living room.
"Let's don't waste time, Irene," Michelle said frankly, lighting a cigarette and blowing the smoke toward the blonde. "We've both been fucking Pete, and now there's a chance the bastard will go back to his ex-wife. Now, where would that leave the two of us?"
After recovering from the shock of the older woman's boldness, Irene had to chuckle. She couldn't believe this was happening. It struck her as outrageously funny. Also, strangely, she felt a twinkling of admiration for the older woman who spoke so plainly and openly.
"I don't think there's much we can do about it, Michelle," the blonde said finally, sitting opposite the brunette and meeting her stony gaze with a smile. "What Pete does is his business."
"Don't be stupid," Michelle snapped. "I'm not anxious to give up the prick just because he's got some romantic notion of becoming a father to his kid and a husband to the boy's mother again." Michelle's brown eyes narrowed as she peered straight at the blonde. "I don't think you are eager to stop fucking Pete either."
"Actually, I miss the boy more than Pete," Irene blurted before she could stop herself.
Immediately, Irene was thrilled by the obvious shock that spread across the brunette's startled face. Irene's blurted statement had produced the desired result. Shocking Michelle for a change had been well-worth it.
Michelle's shocked expression gradually crumbled into a lewd grin. A husky giggle escaped the older woman's throat, followed quickly by a booming laugh.
"Shit! You aren't lying!" Michelle said through her laughter. "You actually were fucking the kid. I heard the rumors but I brushed it off as general bullshit. Most of the sluts in this neighborhood watch too many soap operas, I figured. But, fuck, you were really fucking them both the whole time the kid was here."
Irene smiled and nodded as the older woman continued to laugh. "And you don't know what you missed, Michelle," Irene had to add.
The laughter gradually faded, then Michelle eyed Irene with a thin-lipped smile. "I've underestimated you all along, honey. That's a mistake I'll never make again."
"How about a drink?" Irene said suddenly, standing.
"Something strong and straight," the brunette snapped, also standing and following Irene into the kitchen. "I'm deciding if I should give you a toast or something."
Irene giggled girlishly as she poured bourbon into two cocktail glasses and handed one to her guest. "Forget the toast, just tell me why you're so worried about Pete and what he does. You can get any guy you want."
It was certainly true, Irene thought, as she gazed at the tall, shapely brunette. Her rich complexion gave Michelle an exotic, sensual look that Irene didn't miss. The older woman's figure was more in tune with that of a nude model than a fashion model. Michelle's full, ripe tits pressed against her blouse, creating a generous bulge that Irene also didn't miss.
The woman's eyes locked momentarily before Michelle laughed quietly and spoke. "Maybe I just got used to Pete," she said, her voice husky and deep and as richly smooth as her skin. "He was a convenient diversion. Hell, the stud gave me some wild fucks."
Irene grinned and nodded, reflecting on her own experiences with the lusty neighbor. At the same time, she felt a small feeling of sorrow for Michelle. It was apparent Michelle's marriage wasn't as solid as Irene's. For Michelle, apparently, Pete had filled quite a void. Michelle did have the look of a very passionate woman, and Irene guessed a much older husband would have trouble satisfying such a constant need.
"Tell me about the kid," Michelle suddenly blurted, her pretty face beaming a lewd smile. "He as good as his old man?"
"Better!" Irene gushed, chuckling.
The blonde housewife went on to describe in vivid detail the boy's gigantic prick. Michelle was instantly intrigued and begged for even more details. When Irene described the first threesome that she, Rory and Pete had enjoyed, the sensual brunette panted in arousal.
"Shit, that makes my pussy wet," she whispered, squeezing her long legs together and clutching her own big tits through her blouse. "I miss all the good stuff," she added, pouting in such a way that made Irene giggle.
"Mine, too," Irene admitted. "Just thinking about it turns me on."
A strange silence followed as the two women gazed into each other's eyes. Irene felt a slow blush seep over her face as her pulse began to quicken. She didn't understand what was happening to herself, but she recognized the familiar signals of mounting passion. Before she realized it, Irene found herself viewing the pretty brunette in a way that she had never before looked at another woman. It was an odd, disquieting feeling, but not at all distressing.
"I can see why Pete went after you," Michelle whispered, moving slowly up to Irene.
Strange impulses tugged at Irene's inner nerves as she made a cautious step closer to the brunette.
The melted together in a natural embrace. Their lips met and Irene trembled as she received the older woman's prying tongue into her moist mouth. She sucked on Michelle's darting tongue and groaned, rubbing her body against the brunette's. Electrical flashes flared throughout her body as she touched feminine flesh.
Irene's mind reeled as all of her thoughts mingled. Her senses immediately overloaded, and the horny blonde didn't consider that she was passionately kissing and holding another woman. All that mattered to her were the sensations zipping through her, and the strong impulses directing her to continue caressing the older woman's shapely ass.
When they broke off their kiss, their lust glazed eyes locked once again. Then, without speaking, they walked hand-in-hand toward the bedroom. Gently, each began stripping off the other's clothes.
Irene couldn't think about what she was doing so willingly. All she knew was she craved the touch and embrace of this sensual brunette. Her body teemed with anticipation as she stood nude, watching until the luscious brunette was also naked. Irene continued to watch as the older woman sat on the edge of the bed.
Irene stepped up between the brunette's parted thighs and reached automatically for the older woman's enticing tits. The blonde had never touched another woman so intimately, and the new experience sent fresh chills of pleasure up and down her spine. Irene felt her knees become rubbery as she panted and hefted the big tits in her dainty hands.
Michelle moaned softly and reached up to cover Irene's hands with her own. She seemed to assist as Irene started caressing and fondling the brunette's luscious tits. The silky smooth titflesh seemed to scorch the blonde's fingertips, but Irene couldn't get enough of the touching and stroking.
At that moment, Michelle leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on Irene's flat belly. Irene shuddered and moaned and automatically squeezed the firm, huge tit-globes resting in her hands.
Michelle whimpered softly as she started licking her tongue down the blonde's belly. She tangled her tongue-tip in the furry patch of Irene's golden muff, and the blonde threw her head back and squealed.
Michelle wasted no time increasing the tempo of her tongue-lashing as she lapped through the dense forest of cunt hair. The experience overwhelmed Irene. Michelle's tongue-strokes had a gentle, tender quality that Irene had never known. Michelle's tongue-tip sliced perfectly up and down the blonde's creamy slit.
With the older woman's hot breath warming her cuntlips, pussy pulp and clit, Irene was quickly reduced to trembling flesh. She swooned throatily as she continued to fondle and squeeze Michelle's big tits.
"Kiss it, Michelle!" Irene rasped, tweaking the brunette's nipples. "Kiss my cunt! Oh, yes, yyyyeeeesss, kiss it! Oooohh, that's so nice!"
Michelle reached her arms around and gripped the blonde's round ass as she pressed her face firmly against Irene's cunt. At the same time, she flicked her tongue wildly, lapping up the syrupy goo that clung to the blonde's flexing pussy meat.
"Oh, yes, oooohhhh, my God!" Irene shrieked, sensations whipping every nerve in her body. "Aaahhhhh, yyyeeessss, lick my pussy!"
Michelle made loud slurping sounds as she heartily feasted on the blonde's delicious cunt. The older woman used her tongue like a small cock, rubbing it deeper and deeper between the puffy cuntlips, then shoving her stiffened tongue against the blonde's twitching clit. She toyed with Irene's sensitive clit for several seconds, making the blonde shriek and gasp in ecstasy. Finally, the brunette sucked the hard little button between her moist lips, held it firmly and lashed her tongue back and forth across the trapped bud.
Irene strained to stand on her toes and elevate herself just enough to impale her pussy on the brunette's stabbing tongue. She wobbled and swayed as she managed the slight move, and was rewarded instantly as Michelle ducked her head and poked her tongue up into Irene's churning cunthole.
Irene yelled and savored the glorious pleasures that swept through her. She didn't stop to think about why she had so readily taken to lesbian sex. All she cared about at the moment was soaking up the exquisite sensations bombarding her.
She felt a fierce orgasm boiling up in the depths of her pussy, and Irene started to rotate her hips and ass in fast little circles. She yelped and gasped and humped her cunt against Michelle's snaking tongue.
Just as the climax rumbled through her cunt channel, Irene screamed, feeling one of Michelle's fingers drilling into her asshole. The horny blonde twitched and bucked, thrilling to the double invasion attacking her curvaceous body. Her twin holes were being plugged by the amazing brunette, and Irene couldn't get enough of the wanton treatment.
Her orgasm sent a river of clear, sticky nectar down, washing over the brunette's stabbing tongue, nibbling lips and rubbing chin. At the same time, Irene felt the searing sensations of Michelle's digit corkscrewing deeper and deeper into her tight asshole. Her hot asshole sucked up the driving finger, and her orgasm intensified.
Suddenly, driven by her own impulse to return the wonderful favor to the sexy brunette, Irene squeezed Michelle's tits and pushed her back onto the bed. The brunette fell easily, her legs falling open wide. Irene slid down the brunette's body, dragging her soupy cunt over the feminine flesh until she was kneeling at the edge of the bed, her own hot mouth inches from the dark-haired pussy.
Irene whiffed the sweet aroma of the older woman's cunt. She trembled in excited anticipation as she pressed her face into the honey glistening cunt. Going on pure instinct, Irene flicked her tongue through the puffy folds of the older woman's pussy, tasting the sweet-salty cunt meat and loving it when the brunette reacted immediately with wails.
Irene felt the brunette's thighs close around her head, locking her face in a velvety vise as she lapped her tongue up and down the juicy cunt gash. It was so strange to be tonguing a pussy, but Irene thrilled to the lewd action. If only Dan could see her now! The shocking thought had come from a dark corner of her mind, momentarily freezing her.
When she once again began swabbing the brunette's cunt with her tongue, Irene seemed excited by the outlandish prospect of her husband watching her perform such blatant lesbo activities. She sensed that Dan would be as excited by it as she was in performing.
Irene wiggled her tongue deep inside Michelle's churning cunt chamber and gulped down the spilling gobs of syrup. The fleecy hair of Michelle's cunt muff tickled her lips and chin as Irene plunged her tongue as far as possible into the older woman's cunt.
Michelle yelled and humped furiously, slamming her pussy hard into Irene's face. She timed her movements to meet the blonde's tongue strokes as if a stiff cock was fucking in and out of her pussy.
Her orgasm rattled through her long, shapely body, and Irene kept her lips glued to the brunette's climaxing cunt. She sucked deeply, drawing every bit of Michelle's nectar into her mouth and swallowing greedily.
When Irene had gulped all of Michelle's steamy juice she crawled up over the brunette's body and immediately started licking Michelle's stiff nipples. She swirled her juice-slick tongue over the plump, pink tit-tips, moving eagerly from one to the other. She wiggled around on top of the brunette's curvy body, relishing the gentle caresses Michelle employed over her back and ass.
Eventually, the two women stared into each other's face and kissed passionately. Irene tasted the residue of her own cunt juices on the older woman's lips and tongue, and it sent shivers of pleasure all over her.
"I've never done anything like this before," Irene admitted quietly several minutes later.
Michelle grinned sheepishly into the young blonde's face and delicately brushed a blonde curl away from Irene's eyes with her fingertips. "That makes two of us," Michelle said, once again shocking Irene. "It just sort of seemed to come naturally."
Irene nodded, not knowing what to say. She didn't worry too much, however, about becoming a true lesbo. Already she was warming to the idea of bringing her husband into her next scene with Michelle. She guessed that Michelle wouldn't object. And she knew her husband was the sort of man who would believe fucking two cunts was better than one.