I saw Lydia in the hall the day after Carl and I made up. It was Thursday. We had been passing each other without eye contact. Thinking we had to do something to stay friends, I tentatively suggested, “Why don’t you come in?” As soon as the door closed, we stared at each other for a moment, and both broke into sobs. Finally, we embraced.
“I’m so sorry. I started that,” she said.
“No, no, I was with you all the way with our little joke,” I replied. “Besides, Carl and I were finally able to talk last night. We’re OK.”
“Are you really alright that we did that? You know, swapping like that?”
“Oh, Lydia, I don’t know. Just a one-time mistake,” I answered.
We kissed as girls do at moments like this. Then we danced slowly to the music on the radio. We kissed again, longer. “I love you, Margo,” she blurted out.
“I love you, too, Lydia,” I confirmed.
But that is as far as things went that afternoon. In fact, it hadn’t crossed my mind that we might want anything more. We sat and talked for a while longer. I brought out some leftover pastries. Then Lydia went home. “I’m glad we talked,” she said as she slipped out the door.
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Again, the next Tuesday, Lydia and I got together at my place. By then, we two couples had decided that wife and husband-swapping wasn’t going to be a one-time thing after all.
On the previous Sunday, after sex with each other’s spouses, both couples made love with their regular mates. And when Carl was fucking my mouth, I tasted Lydia’s sex for the first time. I had glanced across the room, where Lydia’s legs were apart, waiting for Frank to pull out of her mouth and enter her. Of course, I’d seen scenes like that several times before, but with her taste in my mouth and her naked, aroused body on display, it had briefly occurred to me that I was attracted to her as more than just a friend. That thought left my mind as Carl moved between my legs and entered me.
When Lydia came through the door, we kissed platonically like always, holding each other’s shoulders. But that kiss lingered way longer than usual, causing those same confusing feelings. But I had set out some pastries and coffee cups. “Why don’t we sit down?” I suggested. “Coffee?” I asked. “Or maybe wine?”
“It’s early, Margo, but what the heck. Let’s have wine,” she answered. “You know what I like.”
I managed to get the cork out of a bottle of chardonnay and poured each of us a glass.
We chatted until the first serving was gone; I don’t remember what about. So, I emptied the bottle, pouring each of us another glass.
“I loved watching Carl lick your pussy,” I said. “For the first time, I couldn’t help but wonder what it tasted like. Of course, Frank was doing the same to me, so I was totally aroused anyway.”
“It was so fun watching Frank lick you up and down and push his fingers in,” Lydia said. “Then you sucked him, and there your pussy was, all exposed except for his hand. So fucking hot.”
“When Carl got up so he could move into position, I looked at your pussy, ready and glistening.”
“Well, your pussy was certainly ready for Frank. His cock just slid right in,” Lydia said.
“I’ve seen Frank fuck you so many times, but when your pussy wrapped itself around Carl’s shaft, I really got aroused. Good thing Frank was taking care of me,” I added.
“It was special watching Frank glide in and out of you. I don’t think either of us watched the other that first Sunday when we ambushed each other’s husbands.”
I continued, “I hate to say this, but I’m actually attracted to your pussy.” Then a pause. “To your whole body, I suppose.”
“Oh my!” she reacted. Then she brought up a subject I had been pushing out of my mind, “Margo, can I ask you something? Uh. Have you ever had sex with another girl?”
“Oh no. Not ever. But have you?”
“Once. After school, my senior year,” she admitted, turning red.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. There were four of us in this girl, Marilynn’s rec room, before her parents got home from work.”
“Yeah?” I said, begging for more information.
Lydia continued, “We had some pictures of men’s penises we were passing around. Our panties were off, and we were watching each other masturbate. All the breasts were out, too, he he.”
“Go on.”
“It was one hand on a tit and one hand in the cunt for each of us. Then Marilynn said, ‘Ever wonder what it’s like between two girls?”
“Here we go, he he,” I foresaw, getting aroused myself.
Kelly chimed in, “I think they eat each other’s pussies.” Now, two of the others were still virgins vaginally, but we’d all sucked boys’ dicks and had to swallow.
“I think they get naked, too,” Ellen said. “Maybe we could try it.”
Lydia continued, “We all agreed. Our clothes ended up in a pile on top of our panties and bras. I paired off with Ellen on the old sofa. Marilynn and Kelly lay down together on the carpet. I was the brave one and went first, sucking Ellen’s tits. There was a place near the front I liked to rub myself, so I licked cunt there. Boys liked to lick my cunt and stick their fingers in, so I did that. I didn’t go too far cuz she was one of the virgins. She liked it a lot.”
Lydia paused and then went on, “When I started licking in her slit, she came like loud moaning crazy. I think it was a first for her. I had trouble keeping my tongue their cuz she was thrashing so much. And it wasn’t disgusting. It tasted similar to the way my fingers do after they come out of my own pussy. ‘You gotta let boys do that, I told her.'”
“So, then it was your turn, wasn’t it?” I asked her.
“Ellen was much more tentative. This was just too new to her. She licked me for a few seconds and fingered me a bit, but I didn’t cum. I guess that’s why I never pursued more sex with other girls. Funny thing is, the two virgins, Ellen and Marilynn, went on to be lesbian lovers, though both Kelly and Marilynn had big orgasms. In fact, I guess Kelly had done 69 with boys, so that’s how Marilynn and she got it on,” Lydia explained.
“Besides,” she went on, “before Ellen and Marilynn became full-on lovers, we started inviting boys over for fuck fests. No more virgins in the group, he he.”
“Amazing,” I responded. But then I started thinking. Trying to be as indirect as possible, I asked her, “I guess that means you just want sex with guys, now.”
She read my mind, “So you’re thinking I wouldn’t want to have sex with you. Let’s stop beating around the bush. I’m totally attracted to you. I want to fuck you so bad!”
Taken aback, I blurted, “Now?”
“Fuck yes. Now. Now. Now.”
We kissed again, not a full open-mouth kiss, but longer. The story had already made me wet. I was pretty sure Lydia was, too. Then tongues.
Lydia was always the one to push boundaries first, and this time it was a hand on my breast. “Oh, Lydia,” I muttered when I felt her hand. It was like electricity. I put a hand over her breast through her top. It was a new feeling as I wrapped my fingers around both sides of her chest. Even before her story, I knew girls sometimes played together like this, but I had no idea how exciting it could be. Her breasts felt different than mine. Firmer, larger nipples that poked through the fabric.
We took each other’s blouses off. She was wearing a black halter that I pulled over her head. It was funny how hard it was for her to release my bra. We giggled. “Now I know what teenage boys go through,” she quipped.
We unzipped each other’s skirts and slid them and our panties off. We both stood naked, staring at each other. By far, it wasn’t the first time we’d seen each other naked, but now Lydia was naked for me, and I, for her. Here was that beautiful woman I had admired so much and watched make love to Frank and Carl. She was tall, maybe 5’8″, with nice C cups, dirty blonde hair, and gorgeous blue eyes. When our naked bodies came together, our breasts touched. With hands on each other’s asses, we pulled our hips together until we could rub our pubic bones – so good. We caressed each other’s breasts for a long time. Then together, our hands wandered down. Her fingers were cool and thin as she parted my lips to explore my clit. I remember noticing how her pussy felt so different than mine. Plumper somehow.
We moved into my bedroom. The bed was still unmade. Lydia could feel a place in the sheets that told her, “You and Carl made love last night, didn’t you?”
“Yes, it was the first time since, you know, Sunday.”
“We did, too. But now, you make love to me, Margo!” We both plunged our fingers deep into each other’s vaginas. Lydia found my G spot, another term we didn’t even know then, and my spasms of love began.
Something came over me, and I wanted to taste her sex directly, as I tasted it on Carl’s cock Sunday. I turned around and climbed on top of her, kissing her knees and legs and tummy. Her pussy was right before my eyes. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. I loved that, wanted that. When I felt her tongue on my own lips, I started licking her. What a wonderful, female taste and aroma. Different than mine. My clit exploded with feeling as her tongue moved between my own lips. I could see her clit. I flicked my tongue there and again started fucking her with my fingers. I couldn’t help but think about how I had watched Frank’s and Carl’s cocks go in there. I fingered her faster and faster as I began to come myself. Then I plunged my face deep into her pussy, my tongue lapping inside her vagina. Did I taste Frank’s juices from the night before? She was doing the same to me. We stayed like that forever. Orgasm after orgasm wracked our bodies ‘til we were spent.
We came back face to face and kissed each other, sharing all those wonderful tastes and smells and gently caressing each other’s breasts and pussies. “I love you, Lydia.”
“I love you, Margo.”
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Lydia and I met secretly as lovers for several weeks. Meanwhile, the four of us continued our new and improved Sunday Breakfast Club, occasionally letting our husbands, Frank and Carl, swap us. For me, it was like I had found a new corner of heaven. Carl and I were still very much in love and showed it in our bed. But fucking Frank every so often was unbelievably exciting. And now Lydia had become a new and wonderful passion for me. I was in love with her. The hours of lovemaking we shared were sweet and powerful.
One Sunday, we decided we should keep our secret no longer.
The men cooked as usual and were getting very fancy. They made Belgian waffles with strawberries, designed to be symbols of love making to come. Champaign sparkled in crystal. As we got up from the table, Lydia and I led our opposite’s husbands to the living room couch and shoved them gently to sit down. This wasn’t the usual foreplay. We were already getting a twinkle in our eyes for reasons the men could only guess. Then the two of us faced each other.
Lydia was braless in a white, silky blouse that hid no secrets. Her red skirt barely hid her panties. She was lovely. I had on my favorite blue suit — very modest, you might say — and a white blouse and no bra.
We looked at each other with love in our eyes. Then Lydia helped me off with my jacket as I unbuttoned her blouse. Soon, we were both topless. Lydia’s lovely breasts had me so excited. I went around behind her and turned her to face the men. Then I started kissing her neck as one hand caressed her breast and the other unzipped her skirt. As her skirt fell to the floor, my hand slid over her panties and briefly flicked over her furry triangle. Kissing my way down her backside, I lowered her panties to the floor as she stepped out of her shoes, totally naked. As she turned around, I could already smell the sweet aroma of her sex, but she beckoned me to stand.
Soon, Lydia was behind me, and I stood facing the men. Both guys looked nervously at each other but were also quite aroused. Carl had his hand in his pants. Frank was still working from the outside. Lydia took both of my nipples in her fingers. I leaned back so she could kiss me. Then I felt her cool hands unzipping and lowering my skirt. I gasped as she slid her tongue down my side, and her hands both moved into the waistband of my panties. As my panties fell to the floor, one hand came between my legs from behind. “Oh, Margo,” she muttered as she felt the wetness of my pussy. I played with my breasts as her fingers entered me. Oh God. I was already having an orgasm standing there in front of Carl and Frank. Then Lydia’s head pressed my legs further apart, and soon she was licking me, drinking me, probing me with her tongue. I could barely stand as orgasms shook my body.
I turned and collapsed on her, my mouth immediately engulfing her whole pussy. She screamed as my tongue licked her vulva and penetrated her vagina. She was licking me as we both came over and over. I objected when she stopped, but realized a cock was there. Whose was it? A groan as it plunged deep inside told me it was Frank.
Frank’s thrusts were slamming all the way to the top of my vagina. I was moaning and shaking out of control. I was licking Lydia’s pussy as Carl fucked her, and God, I was totally consumed, totally happy. The men had not turned on us or rejected us. Everything was wonderful as Frank’s juices suddenly filled me, and Carl’s cum was oozing out of Lydia.
When we were done like that, each married couple went to a different part of the room and tenderly made love the usual way.
