Liam worked long hours, earning enough to keep me at leisure, and I had allowed myself to fall into the trap of boredom. I hadn’t decided how to fill my days – back to school? Get involved in a non-profit? Revive my high-school aspirations in painting?
When Audrey had moved in to the neighborhood, however, my peaceful, but somewhat lonely suburban routine became so much busier and brighter, and after welcoming her and her husband to the neighborhood, time with her quickly became my ‘hobby’. It started with regular morning coffee after the husbands went off to work – her Michael was in a different industry, but similar in schedule to Liam. By the time our husbands even remembered each other’s names, Audrey and I were fast friends. In only a few months we spent most of the day together, sometimes shopping, or doing domestic things in either of our houses, sometimes going out to get nails done, tour a museum or garden, or see a show or a gallery. It was lovely.
I don’t think I was really surprised when, one morning, cleaning up from coffee, she leaned over and kissed me. I mean, I was shocked, but I don’t think I was surprised. What did surprise me was how quickly, and how needfully I kissed her back. That first time, I can remember every touch of her lips, every exploration of her hands finding their way under my clothes and eventually peeling them off. I remember lying back on my kitchen island, Audrey’s head between my spread legs, licking me to the wildest orgasm I’d had up to that point.
Of course our relationship changed after that. I mean yes, we were still best friends, but now there was more. Audrey took the lead confidently, even aggressively. Not every day, but with increasing frequency, I found myself spread out under her, shuddering from her ministrations of hand or mouth, or toy. Or I was curled around her, exploring where she led me, her hands guiding my head and tongue to her pleasure spots. I’m not sure whether this made me more or less desirous of Liam. He was interested in sex, just somewhat routinely. He knew how to pleasure me – it had kind of been a fun prerequisite during our courtship of course, but it was… standard, basic, unadventurous compared to Audrey, who always seemed to have a new idea, just a bit farther than last time. She was intoxicating, and a force I found myself bending to because that, too turned me on.
I suppose it became inevitable at some point. Audrey usually picked the times and places and conditions to suit her –our– desires. I maybe could have said something about how late in the day it was, and how this week was light at work for Liam. But her mouth was so sweet, her insistent touch melting me so quickly, I just forgot.
When Liam walked in, with us barely clothed in my living room, it could not have ben any more compromising. I leaning back against Audrey, me half-wearing lingerie he’d never seen, because I’d bought it with Audrey –for Audrey– she wearing a diaphanous silky robe, mostly open so I could feel her breasts against my back. My wide-open legs trembled with pleasure as her hand traced my inner thighs, and her lips tickled and sucked at my neck. Through half-closed eyes, I saw my husband standing in the doorway, dumbfounded. I gasped and froze, caught and utterly guilty. Audrey… didn’t stop. Instead her fingers slid up my thigh, to my belly, and then slowly down, over my mound. I sat paralyzed, on display, as she stroked down over my clit, fingers sliding into me and curving up inside toward that spot she had showed me, the one neither my husband nor I had known about, that would end me in shattering orgasm every time she touched it. The realization of what she was doing shocked me into motion, and I reached to remove her hand and turn to tell her to stop. But her other hand snaked around my neck, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at Liam as the fingers curled and found their mark. Staring helplessly at Liam’s shocked face, I my hips bucked against Audrey’s hand and I came violently, legs widening more in obscene display.
Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong Alphabet
The Erotic Writer 
Really nice story!
It was really nice to see what the housewives were getting to, while they husbands were at work and that Audrey kept pushing things.
Is there any chance that it might get a sequel? It would be interesting to see what was Liam’s reaction once the shock wore off and to see how this might impact their marriage and if the women would continue with our without Liam’s blessing. And if that might also lead to a positive change in Liam and his wife’s sex life.
All good questions! For now the answer is that I don’t know.
This was a little to quick for me, I was hoping for some detail in it. The fun parts were glossed over ( yes this is MY opinion and we both know about opinions) :P Thank you for the story it did give me imagination something to think about.