Visit With An Old Friend
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"See, Marge," Tina said, turning to her lover. "I told you."
"Well," Marge persisted. "Once in your life you should at least try it. Who knows? You might like it."
Marge was evidently one of those who believed it was unnatural to fail to address what she felt was a natural and inevitable inclination to have a latent attraction to the same sex.
"Leave her alone, Marge, Becky's a married woman," Tina said, sipping from her wine glass.
"So I heard," Marge said. "Though I understand the marital bed hasn't been exactly thrilling as of late."
"Marge!" Tina admonished.
"It's okay," I said, drinking some more wine. I had confessed to Tina that sex with my husband had taken a turn for the worse recently and I expected she would share this detail with her lover.
"Actually, didn't you ever just think about it, just a little?" Tina asked with a sly smile, evidently emboldened by Marge's more brazen probing.
She poured me another glass of wine.
"Sure I've thought about it now and then, and I used to think about it back in college too. I even told you that then," I said. "But it just isn't in my nature. I just happen to be straight. Just the way you two happen to be gay."
Marge shook her head skeptically, smiling at me wryly. I knew that expression. Confirmed lesbians, I had found, find it impossible to believe that any woman could be devoid of urges, or at least curiosity, regarding girl-girl sex.
"Did you ever watch two women make it?" Marge now asked. "Did Tina ever let you stay and watch her go down on one of her girlfriends when you two were back in school? You know, Tina can be quite the sex freak, she just loves to show off her enthusiasm sometimes."
Tina blushed, slapping her lover playfully.
"No, Tina was a bit more shy back then. And I never did watch her, or any other girl or woman have sex, for that matter," I said.
"Well perhaps you'd like to watch us tonight?" Marge said, looking at me with a clear, determined gaze.
"Marge!" Tina said, blushing slightly.
I was speechless.
"Well, would you?" Marge persisted.
"Wait a minute, you're actually suggesting that I watch the two of you get it on?" I said to Marge, stunned.
"That's exactly what I'm suggesting," Marge said.
"Well what about Tina, how'd she feel about that?"
Tina lowered her eyes a little nervously, not saying anything.
"Oh Tina'll love it," Marge said boldly. "We even talked about it a little before you came over, how maybe we'd have you as an appreciative audience for a round of our lovemaking before the evening was over."
"Marge, you're incorrigible!" Tina said, feigning protest.
Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was just feeling horny. Or maybe it was the frustration I was feeling about the virtually nonexistent sex life I had with my husband. But all I knew was that Marge's suggestion that I watch her and Tina make love suddenly seemed very provocative and appealing to me.
"Sure, I'll watch you two sluts get it on," I said, stunned at my own audacity. "Why the hell not!"
Bringing wine glasses to our lips, the three of us laughed lustily.
Marge stood up and took my hand, leading me to their bedroom, with Tina following. My heart was racing as I realized that the intimacy of my friendship with Tina was about to take a new turn. Back in college there had been more than one opportunity for me to remain in our room when Tina was about to make it with one of her many lovers. But though I had been a touch curious once or twice, discretion always won out, and I'd tip-toe out of the room when I sensed that the erotic tempo was about to pick up. Tina was always very sexual and often invited other women to her room for long, often all-night, rounds of very lively lovemaking. So I found myself tip-toeing out discreetly on quite a few occasions.
Now, finally, after all these years, it appeared as though I was finally going to get to witness what I could easily have witnessed back then, but chose not to.
Tina and Marge began to undress each other while I sat back in a chair and watched, a tad apprehensive about what I was about to get into with the two of them here. But the apprehension was easily outweighed by anticipation and excited curiosity
Tina reached over and unzipped Marge's jeans, pulling them down over Marge's smooth, muscular thighs. Then she slowly removed one sock at a time, revealing Marge's pretty, shapely feet, all the while staring over at me while she was doing this. Tina had a rapt, aroused glint in her eyes as she eyed me while undressing her girlfriend. Marge, too, looked my way, a rather carnal, almost lewd, gleam in her eye. Her jeans now off, I could see Marge was wearing a pair of plain white cotton briefs, cut low at the waist so that much of her taut, athletic stomach was revealed. Now Marge herself unbuttoned her denim shirt and flung it aside. As I already knew, she was wearing no bra. Earlier I had noticed the clear, sharp outline of Marge's nipple even under the thick cloth of her sweatshirt.
Marge was a tall, willowy blonde of Norwegian extraction with sun-bleached hair and pale blue eyes. She was very fit and had an exceptionally well-toned body, with a slender waist, narrow hips, big shoulders and, as I could see now, very modest breasts topped by stiff, perky nipples.
Now, clad only in her panties, Marge began to help Tina undress. She got behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Tina and I had been roommates so, naturally, I had seen her naked many times and was familiar with the details of her body. Like Marge, Tina wore no bra. But unlike her she had big breasts and they were still as firm and springy as they had been in college where I had last laid my eyes on them four years ago. The two of them turned towards me, holding hands, asking me with that look in their eyes to luxuriate in this panorama of their two lovely and nearly naked bodies. They were quite a contrast, Marge the big blonde, and Tina the petite brunette. Everyone always thought Tina had a fabulous body, a body which had grown no less fabulous over the four years since I had last laid eyes on it.
"Like what you see?" Marge cooed sexily.
"It's a pretty enough sight," I said.
Now they began to pull down their panties and of course my eyes couldn't help riveting on what was now revealed. I should have been alerted by Marge's thick blonde eyebrows. For now I could see that Marge, like myself, had a thick and luxuriant bush of golden curls covering her pubic `V'.
Fully naked now, they stood proudly before me, again holding hands. I couldn't believe I was about to watch the two of them make love!
Now Marge gently pushed Tina down on the bed, falling alongside her. They began to caress each other, cuddling and hugging, their mouths opening in a breathy, passionate kiss, eyes darting in my direction. I was so overwhelmed and mesmerized by the sight of their intimacy that I couldn't even blink. They moaned softly as their hands traveled tenderly, intimately over the familiar contours of each others' bodies. Then Marge glanced over at me and smiled.
"Look!" she said to Tina, who turned towards me. "Becky's got her hand between her legs!"
It's true, I did. And I hadn't even realized it. As I was watching them, I had unconsciously slid my hand over the denim of my jeans to the region of my crotch. I could feel myself quickly becoming warm and moist down below.
"Don't sit way over there," Tina said. "Why don't you at least come up on the bed and join us?"
I hesitated a moment. Watching them from where I was sitting was one thing, joining them on the bed was a very definite step in a much more intimate direction. But I did join them. And with very little hesitation too. In fact, by this point I absolutely longed to be right by their sides as they began to make love!
At first I sat down next to them rather nervously. It felt strange to be so close to their naked bodies as they continued to caress one another. Though I was having my troubles in the sex department with Matt, I had always been faithful and never once seriously considered cheating on him during the three years of our marriage. Of course getting on the bed right next to two naked women who were about to have sex wasn't what you could really call `cheating,' but, nonetheless, it was heading into awkward territory.
Now, looking straight into my eyes, Marge lowered her face to one of Tina's breasts and started sucking on a nipple, a nipple which had quickly become erect with excitement.
"Maybe you'd like to suck the other one, huh Becky?" Marge said softly, turning to me.
"I don't think so," I said with a little nervous laugh. "You're forgetting I'm a married woman."
"Yeah, but... so what," Marge said, mesmerizing me with her searing, insistent gaze. "It's not like you'd be doing something with another man, is it? It's not really cheating. C'mon, won't you? I'd really like to see you do that. To kiss and lick and suck on Tina's nipple, and I'm sure Tina would love to feel your lips on her sensitive breasts."
"Oh I don't know. I've just never ever done that kind of thing. I mean not only haven't I ever done it with -- uh -- a woman. But, like I've been saying, I've never cheated on Matt. I don't know if I should start now."
"Well, from everything Tina's been saying to me it sure sounds like you'll be doing that sooner or later. Either, that or you're just going to remain very frustrated. I's sure you've thought about all that. C'mon. Here's your chance. You can really break some serious ice tonight."
"Yeah," Tina purred, looking at me with a softer gaze. "I'd really like it. I'd really like to feel your lips on my nipple. I wanted that back then, and I want it now."
I realized that they had effectively seduced me. Here I was on their bed with them, being asked to bring my lips down to one of their breasts. And the truth of it was that I felt absolutely desperate to do just what they asked. And so I took a deep breath... and succumbed to their seductive entreaties.
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