"Oh, Marge, your lips feel so good," Sheila panted. "I love to have you suck my tits. Please let me suck yours, too."
Marge moved her body over Sheila's and let her smallish boobs hang directly over Sheila's mouth. Sheila licked at the underside of one of the firm, round tits and lapped at the smooth skin in a circular fashion until she closed in on the erect nipple with her moist lips. Marge's hand was between Sheila's thighs and she arched her ass to meet the touch of the other woman's fingers as she sucked the nipple between her lips.
Her soft, wet cuntlips parted and a finger eased into the hot channel as Sheila felt her lusty body probed by another woman for the first time. Sheila moaned with pleasure as Marge twisted her finger around inside her burning cunt.
Pulling her tit away from Sheila's eager mouth, Marge began kissing her way down the lovely girl's body until she came to the silky cunt hair. Marge brushed her lips through the hair and blew her warm breath over her hot cuntlips. Then Marge slithered her tongue into Sheila's waiting cunt and sent countless shivers of pleasure racing through her body. Sheila spread her legs, opening her cunt to Marge's onslaught. Marge licked at the dripping cunt hole and then found Sheila's throbbing clit. Sheila nearly went wild as she felt her clit being sucked between Marge's loving lips.
Sheila grabbed for Marge's naked hips and pulled them toward her. "Let me eat you too. Please, Marge, I want to eat your cunt."
Marge quickly allowed herself to be pulled toward Sheila's face, and soon they were lapping and sucking each other's cunts in fervent passion.
The taste of another woman's cunt sent Sheila's mind reeling. She mashed her lips against the soft, wet flesh and slid her tongue into the depths of. Marge's slot. Sheila screwed her tongue into the delightful cunt as though she were actually fucking it. Then she licked her way over the entire opening of Marge's twat until she found the little folds of skin that hid her cunt.
Carefully, Sheila peeled the protective layers of skin back with her fingers and teased the throbbing little love button with the tip of her tongue. Marge thrust her hips forward, banging her clit against Sheila's teeth. Both girls were moaning and writhing in wanton pleasure as they licked each other's curds.
Sharp stings of pain and pleasure raced through Sheila's body as she felt Marge dig her sharp fingernails into her asscheeks. Sheila licked at Marge's cunt until her tongue was raw and sore. They bucked their hips and moaned as they started to come.
The juices gushed from Marge's cunt as she came and drenched Sheila's lips and face. Sheila felt her own climax rip through her as Marge continued to suck on her clit. For several minutes their bodies spasmed as they drank the juices that flowed from each other's cunts.
When it was over, they lay together in each other's arms. They kissed tenderly, softly, tasting the juices of their own cunts on each other's lips.
It was several weeks later before Sheila got up the nerve to tell Brad about her affair with Marge. As had been the case recently, Brad had been so busy that they hardly had a chance to take it easy and talk things over.
Finally, things slowed down at the bank, and they started to lead a more normal life again. Brad began to come home at dinnertime, and they found time to enjoy each other. Then one evening Brad brought home a couple of new swingers' magazines and Sheila saw her chance to tell him about her cunt-lapping session with Marge.
"I thought maybe we'd find ourselves some new friends," Brad said with a grin as he loosened his tie and took a sip of the martini Sheila had ready for him when he walked in the door.
Sheila sat down next to Brad and they began thumbing through the magazines.
"As long as you're interested in new friends, maybe you'd like to hear about my new friend," Sheila said.
"Your new friend? Who? What do you mean?"
"I mean my new friend, Marge," Sheila said.
"Marge? We've lived next door to her for two years," Brad said in an annoyed tone.
Sheila decided to quit trying to be cute and blurt it out. "Well we may have been neighbors before, but never lovers. Marge and I made love the other day." She looked at Brad and waited, wondering what he would say.
Brad put down the magazine and looked at her. "You what?"
"You heard me," Sheila said defensively. "Marge and I made love. We sucked each other's cunts and we came together. It was groovy as hell."
Brad took a big gulp of his martini. "Are you handing me a line of shit or what?"
"Oh, don't pretend to be so shocked. You've read about bored housewives and all that. Well, a few weeks ago when you and Harry were both gone, Marge and I were sitting around sloshing down some booze. We started to get horny and there weren't any men around. One thing sort of led to another and we ended up in bed together."
"Well, I'll be damned," Brad said softly as he poured himself another martini.
"Don't be mad, honey," Sheila begged. "I wouldn't have had to tell you. I just don't like having any secrets, you know."
Sheila was relieved that Brad wasn't furious. She had been afraid to tell him, but now she was glad she had. She told him exactly how it had happened, and Brad pressed her for every detail of her session with Marge. He seemed immensely interested and even a little turned on by her story.
"Would you like to do it again?" Brad asked.
"Again?" Brad's question surprised her. "Yes, I think I would. It really excited me in a weird sort of way."
Abruptly, Brad changed the subject, but a couple of days later Sheila found out that he was still interested. He got out the swingers' magazines and began browsing through the Chicago ads.
"Here's one that looks interesting," Brad said, and he pointed to an ad as he handed the magazine to Sheila.
"Girl, mid-twenties. Attractive and sexy. Wants to meet singles or couples for swinging parties. Loves threesomes."
Sheila turned the idea over in her mind. It did sound interesting as hell. She knew she wanted to try it.
"It sounds fantastic," Sheila said after a couple of minutes. "I'll write to her tomorrow."
"Send her our phone number and tell her to call right away," Brad instructed her. "I don't want to wait forever to set this up."
It was just over a week later when Sheila was reading a book one afternoon and the phone rang.
"Hello, Sheila Tomlin?" The voice sounded young and soft. "This is Cindy Atkins. I got your letter. You and your husband sound like my kind of people. When can we meet?"
Sheila quickly arranged for Cindy to visit them the following Saturday evening, and then she phoned Brad to tell him.
Sheila and Brad had just finished dressing when they heard a car stop out in front of the house. Sheila hurried to the window and saw a cab driver opening the rear door of his taxi. A blonde, rather delicate-looking girl got out and smiled at the driver as she paid him and started up the walk.
As Cindy neared the front door, Sheila realized that the girl wasn't at all what she and Brad had been expecting. Instead of looking hard and sexy, Cindy looked fragile and shy. Her skirt came down almost to her knees, and her rather loose blouse was buttoned up to the neck. Sheila couldn't really tell whether the girl had much of a figure or not.
Maybe it wasn't her, Sheila thought as the girl rang the doorbell.
"Hi, I'm Cindy," the girl said rather meekly as Sheila opened the door.
"Come in. I'm Sheila and this is my husband Brad," Sheila responded just as Brad walked into the room. Brad was equally surprised at Cindy's appearance and he was a little dumbfounded at first. She reminded him of a librarian he had once known.
Brad almost felt guilty offering the girl a drink, but she surprised him by casually asking for a Scotch on the rocks. They ate dinner without a word about sex. Both Brad and Sheila felt almost too embarrassed to bring it up. Cindy told them she was twenty-three and worked as a receptionist in a dentist's office. She seemed impressed when Sheila volunteered that Brad was a bank vice-president, but she didn't ask him what bank he was with, nor did she seem interested in finding out anything else about her host and hostess.