Colette lies in her bed, the soft cotton sheets caressing her skin. She’s smiling, her heart filled with contentment. Beside her, her husband, Steve, was breathing softly, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. The room was dark except for a small bit of moonlight shining through a crack in the curtains, casting a gentle glow across her face. She loved this moment, quiet, their breathing audible, feeling warm and cozy in bed together.

She thought back to the day they'd met. She was just a young girl fresh out of college. He too was just out and was into his first year as an architect. They'd fallen head over heels, and within a year, they were married. It had been a whirlwind romance, but she'd never once regretted her decision. They'd built a beautiful life together, filled with laughter, love, and, most importantly, each other. And with two happy and healthy children that she loves dearly, it felt like her family was complete.

Lying there, enjoying the moment, Colette's mind started to drift. Not fully understanding how or why, she suddenly started recalling a completely random experience she had with a classmate in college. It was a fleeting thought, but it caught her off guard because that solitary event hadn’t crossed her mind in years.

The memory came back to her in vivid detail. Her name was Lily, and they were both freshmen. They had been friends for most of that first year, quite close in fact. Then one night after a party, they found themselves alone in Lily's dorm room. They had both been drinking, and for some reason, Lily had leaned over and kissed her on the lips. It started slow at first, but then quickly turned into a passionate embrace that left both of them breathless.

As her mind continued to wander, Colette recalled the intensity of that experience. Their bodies pressed against each other, hands exploring each other, kisses becoming more aggressive, almost desperate, breathing heavily, bodies entwining, sweating in the heat of their moment together.

Now, in the present, as she lay there in bed, Colette found herself becoming aroused beneath the sheets. She shifted slightly, accidentally pressing her hips against Steve, who stirred but didn't wake. Her heart raced as she reached down between her legs.

The memory of Lily's hands on her skin, her lips against hers, filled her senses. She could feel the warmth of Lily's breath, the softness of her hair, the pressing of her body against her own. It was a powerful ache, this desire to relive that moment, to know what it would be like to be with a woman again.

Steve shifted again in his sleep, and Colette jolted. She sat up in bed, gasping for air, her heart racing. Her hands trembled as she wiped the sweat from her brow. What had just happened? Was she really thinking about Lily, or was it just a fleeting thought, a distant memory?

She glanced over at Steve, his chest rising and falling steadily, and she felt a pang of guilt. He was her husband, the father of her children. She loved him, and the family they'd created together, she truly did. "There was no room for anyone else," she thought to herself. Realizing it was still the middle of the night, she chalked it up to the late hour and laid back down. Doing everything she could to clear her mind, she fell soundly asleep.

The next morning, as Colette was getting dressed for work, she couldn't shake the strange sensation that had crept up on her the night before. It was as if a part of her had awoken, a part that had been dormant for years. She found herself drawn to the memory of that fleeting night with Lily. However, at the same time, she was adamant with herself that it needed to be just that, a fleeting fantasy, one that she'll never allow herself to entertain in real life.

Deciding to just focus on the day ahead, Colette finished getting ready and left for work. It was a fairly uneventful day at the office. She managed to squeeze in a quick lunch break, but the rest of the afternoon simply dragged on and on. By four o'clock, she was itching to get home to Steve and decided to leave work early.

As she drove home, Colette found herself feeling increasingly agitated. It was as if there was a pressure building inside her, a need that she couldn't quite identify. She tried to distract herself by listening to the radio, but even her favorite songs failed to snap her out of it. As she drove by the grocery store she decided to stop in to pick up a few things for dinner.

Once inside, she took a deep breath and began to walk up and down the aisles, her cart filling with the usual suspects: eggs, milk, bread. Now wandering aimlessly, she turned down another random aisle and instantly felt a flutter in her stomach. There, standing halfway down the aisle was a beautiful woman with dark brown hair.

She was stylish, looking in her mid-thirties, wearing a loose black shirt and tight, fitted blue jeans that hugged her curves, accentuating her shapely legs. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, revealing her delicate neck and piercing eyes. Colette felt her heart skip a beat as she noticed the woman staring directly at her. Stopping her cart and staring back with their gazes locked, she noticed the woman also glancing at her from head to toe, and in the process biting her lower lip slightly, almost hungrily.

Colette felt her cheeks flush. Realizing the amount of time she's now spent standing and staring, she had to start to move again. Pushing her shopping cart forward again, she proceeded back down the aisle. As she approached the woman, she managed to squeak out, "Hi."

The two women stood there for a moment again, unable to tear their gazes away from each other. The air between them seemed to crackle with an electricity that clearly caught them both off guard. Finally, the woman replied, “Hi.”

With an unspoken understanding between them, almost an acknowledgement of the attraction they had for each other, the two women moved closer, almost instinctively. As Colette got within a foot of the woman, she could feel the heat emanating from her body, the smell of the floral scent she wore.

"My name is Colette," Colette said.

"I'm Michelle," the woman replied, her voice low. There was a brief moment of hesitation before she added, "I've seen you here before."

Colette felt a thrill run through her at the knowledge that she'd noticed her here before. She smiled, trying not to appear too shy. "I'm sorry if I was just... staring or...," Colette said.

Michelle laughed softly, her eyes never leaving Colette's face. "No need to apologize. I think I might be guilty of the same. You're really quite attractive," she said.

Heat flooded Colette's cheeks as she felt a surge of desire course through her. She forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of her heart. "Thank you," she managed to reply. “What the fuck is happening to me right now?”, she thought to herself.

Michelle continued. “I know this might sound a bit crazy, but I can't help but feel this connection between us. I mean, I know we've only just met, but I have this feeling there might be something more here."

Colette's heart hammered in her chest as she listened to Michelle's words. "I... I don't know what to say," she stammered, her cheeks flushing even deeper.

Michelle continued. “And if that’s true, how about we go grab a quick drink together?"

Colette felt a shiver run down her spine at the woman's words. She wanted so desperately to say yes. But at the same time, she was terrified. She was a happily married woman. She loved Steve. She had children. Yet right here in front of her, she was experiencing this strange, intoxicating attraction to a woman she literally just met.

As they continued to stand there in the aisle, she could feel the eyes of other shoppers on them. She knew that she had to make a decision, and she had to make it quickly. Finally, she summoned the courage to speak. "Okay," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "W..w..where would you like to go?", she stammered. “Leave your cart, and follow me,” Michelle said as she turned around and started to walk away. As they both walked separately out of the store, Colette looked around to make sure no one had watched the scene unfold.

Once outside, she followed Michelle to the end of the parking lot. Just around the corner was a bar that Colette was familiar with. With her heart pounding in her chest as they walked in silence, Colette continued to follow Michelle pretending they weren’t together. Finally reaching the bar, she followed Michelle inside. It was dimly lit, and the scent of spilled beer hung in the air.

They found a table in the corner where they could talk without being overheard. A waitress came by to take their order and then disappeared. Once they were alone again, Michelle leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. "So," she began, "do you think there’s something more here for us? Two complete strangers who only met just ten minutes ago?". Her eyes burned into Colette's, eagerly waiting to hear what she was going to say. Colette could only stare back as she pondered the question.

She couldn't deny the pull she felt toward Michelle. She wanted to be close to her, to touch her, to know what it would be like to be with her. She swallowed hard and tried to find the words. "I don't know," she said finally. "I... I just feel like I might be missing something."

Michelle nodded, understanding perfectly. "I know what you mean," she said, her voice soft and soothing, glancing down and noticing that Colette was nervously twirling the ring on her finger. "Do you think maybe you're looking to explore some-thing… or perhaps some-one new?", she continued.

Colette took a deep breath, feeling her mind start to cloud. "I don't know," she whispered. "I've never thought about it before. It's just...". Colette's face flushed. "What am I doing?", she thought to herself. "I love Steve and we have an amazing life together. This could ruin all of it."

Michelle reached across the table and gently took Colette's hand in hers. Her skin was soft and warm, sending shivers down Colette's spine. "Look," she said, "I understand that this is all new to you. But I promise you, I won't push you into anything you're not comfortable with."

Colette felt a mix of desire and fear coursing through her veins. She wanted nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and explore this new some-one right in front of her. But at the same time, she couldn't help but think about Steve and their life together. They’ve been so happy, so in love. How could she even consider doing something like this?

"Honestly, I'm not sure I can do this. I'm very sorry but I have to go," Colette said. And she stood up and left, not once looking back at Michelle as she left the bar. She continued to walk, heading back to the grocery store where her car was parked. Not stopping, not turning back, she reached her car, got in and drove home.

When she got home, it was the usual evening chaos. Busy nighttime activities, dinner, dishes, helping with homework, putting the kids to bed, getting lunches packed, organizing for the day ahead... By the time it was bedtime, Colette was exhausted. Falling into bed, with her head finally on her pillow, she also realized she was incredibly horny. Of course, it was all because of the experience she had just a handful of hours earlier with Michelle. While nothing happened between them, the desire she felt was intense and it left her wanting.

Laying in bed next to Steve, she wanted to have sex and she wanted it now. Colette shifted closer to him, pressing her body against his. Reaching down between his legs, she heard his breath hitch, and she could feel him instantly start to grow hard beneath her touch. She ran her hand up and down his chest, and then back to his growing erection. She wrapped her fingers around it, giving it a gentle squeeze. Steve moaned, arching his back into her touch.

Perhaps it was the thought of being with a woman, but she actually didn't want Steve's cock. She wanted him to go down on her. Leaning into his ear, she whispered, "I want you to eat me." His body tensed, and she could feel the desire pulsing through him. He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. His eyes were heavy-lidded and his lips parted in anticipation.

Colette quickly pulled her panties off and threw them to the floor. Reaching down between her legs, she spread her pussy open with one hand while guiding Steve's head towards her with the other. She felt his warm breath on her wetness, and then his tongue, teasing and circling her clit. Reaching back to grab the pillow behind her, she arched her back, moaning audibly as the pleasure started to wash over her.

Perhaps unsurprising to her as it happened, out of nowhere her mind shifted to Michelle. Suddenly, all she could think about was her face between her legs, not Steve's. With the unusual, intense desire she now started to feel at the thought of Michelle, she could feel her pussy starting to throb. She moaned and arched into his tongue, trying to focus on the sensation coming from HIS mouth not the imaginary Michelle. But it was no use.

Colette shifted beneath him, her hips bucking up into his face as she continued to imagine Michelle eating her pussy. Steve's tongue darted out, flicking her clit expertly, driving her wild. She gripped the sheets, her knuckles white, as her orgasm started to crash over her like a tidal wave. Her body began to spasm, every muscle tensing, and she cried out "Oh, fuck! I'm cumming!", feeling almost as if she was going to lose consciousness.

After a few minutes, her orgasm subsided leaving her panting and sweaty, and her heart racing. She wanted to reach out and touch Steve, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she closed her eyes and tried to will the image of Michelle's face out of her mind. She was unsuccessful.

Although she didn’t want to, she knew that she needed to return the favor to Steve to make sure he didn’t think anything was wrong.

"Okay, babe, now it’s your turn," she whispered, her voice still shaky from her orgasm. Steve sat up, his eyes hungry as he gazed down at her. He positioned himself between her legs and guided his rock-hard cock towards her. As he entered her, the sensation of him filling her was almost too much to bear, but she gritted her teeth and let herself feel it.

He started to move, slowly at first, his hips moving forward and back in a steady rhythm. As he started to thrust harder, the sounds of their skin slapping together filled the room, and Colette could feel the tension in her body begin to ease. She wrapped her legs around Steve, digging her nails into his back, urging him to go faster.

As he picked up speed, the sensations became almost overwhelming. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. She arched her back off the bed, moaning loudly as the orgasm crashed over her. Her body began to spasm again, and her vision blurred as she climaxed. For a moment she forgot everything except the feeling of being so close to Steve.

When the wave finally subsided, she relaxed back into the bed, gasping for air. Steve continued laying on top of her, his chest heaving, his eyes locked on her face. She could feel his erection, still buried inside her, twitching as he regained his breath. As he started to slip out, he rolled onto his side and propped himself up on one elbow continuing to look down at her.

"That was amazing," he said, his voice husky. "You're incredible." His hand drifted down to her breast, teasing a nipple between his fingers. She arched into his touch, moaning softly. As they lay there together, the weight of what had happened earlier in the day seemed to lift from her. Thankfully, Steve didn't notice anything different about her behavior, nor did she expect him to. With her mind at rest, Colette fell fast asleep.

The next morning, she woke up feeling guilty. Not only did she think about Michelle the night before with Steve, but she'd had a dream about her as well. Now awake from her slumber, she couldn't stop thinking about what it would truly be like to be with her. There was the memory of Lily which had laid dormant in her mind for years until just two nights ago. Now there was Michelle, with thoughts of her invading her sleeping and waking hours. "Is this just the start?", she thought to herself.

Steve and the kids had already left the house, something he does thanks to the convenience of the school being on the way to his office. Laying there in bed with the silence of the house, and despite her guilty feelings, Colette's mind was drifting back to the thought of Michelle between her legs. As she did, her hand drifted under the sheet and she started to touch herself. The warmth of her fingers against her clit sent a shiver through her. She imagined it was Michelle's tongue, skilled and gentle. She pictured it tracing circles around her clit, teasing her until she was begging for more. She moaned softly as she continued to touch herself, lost in the fantasy.

As she became more and more aroused, she started getting kinky thoughts. She's had deviant thoughts before, but it was of risque activities with Steve. Having sex in a public bathroom. Her giving him a blowjob while driving. Him fingering her on the train. But now she was having deviant lesbian thoughts.

Steve would sometimes put his face between her ass cheeks and lick her there, something she'd always thought was disgusting. "What about another woman?", she thought to herself. "And what if I was the one doing it?", she continued. This kinky act now started to turn her on. "What if I was with Michelle right now? Oh my god, that would be so fucking hot!", she thought.

She imagined being on her hands and knees behind Michelle, leaning in close to gaze at her bent-over body, her ass open and exposed. The mental image was now intoxicating, and subconsciously she reached around with her other hand and found her asshole with her fingers. With fingers from one hand continuing to focus on her clit and now soaking wet pussy, she slid the middle finger of her other hand into her asshole.

"Oh, fuck...", she whispered, feeling intense pleasure from the combined stimulation. Both hands started to move faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she closed her eyes and imagined burying her face into Michelle's ass. "So dirty..., so fucking erotic...," she thought to herself. She could feel the muscles in her thighs tensing as she continued.

Continuing to hold her eyes closed, she visualized the experience further. Michelle was standing in front of her facing away. With her hands braced against the wall and her body glistening with sweat, she had her head thrown back in ecstasy. Colette's own breath hitched in her throat as she imagined licking up the beads of perspiration that trickled down her back.

With her fingers now a blur, she continued to rub frantically back and forth across her clit, slippery with her juice. Her other hand was pressing harder against her ass trying to plunge her middle finger deeper into her asshole. The thought of it was enough to make her shudder with desire. She could feel her own wetness dripping down her crotch and onto the bed sheet as she imagined the taste of Michelle, the feel of her lips and tongue pressed in between her ass cheeks. Her hips began to move involuntarily, grinding against the sheets as she continued to stroke herself, her need for release becoming all-consuming.

As she pictured Michelle arching her back, gripping the wall tighter, moaning her name as Colette's mouth continued to work, the thought sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through her stomach and abdomen. With a soft growl, she thrust her hips forward, feeling herself orgasm around her fingers. Her vision blurred as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her cries of ecstasy would've been heard by anyone in the house as she came, her body shuddering with her release.

When the spasms finally subsided, she lay there panting heavily, her mind still consumed by the vivid images of Michelle. After several minutes, she decided she needed to move. But before she got up, and surprising even herself, she brought both her hands to her face to smell her scents and lick her fingers. It was completely erotic and made the images of being with Michelle that much more real. "Fuck, I would love to know what Michelle smells and tastes like," she thought to herself.

Realizing it was well past when she normally would be just leaving the house, she reluctantly got out of bed to start her day. She went to the kitchen and made herself a shake. As she came back to the bedroom to continue getting ready, her mind kept wandering. Just two nights ago she felt guilty for having thoughts about another woman. However, the thoughts were generic, brought on by the memory of Lily. Now, that woman had an identity, Michelle, and she had physically gone to a bar with her. "What would've happened with her?", Colette thought to herself. "I don't even want to think about it, and I have got to finish getting ready!" she continued.

Ten minutes later, Colette was finished. She left the house and headed to the office, her mind still swirling with the images of Michelle. "What the fuck is happening to me?", she thought to herself. "Nothing happened between us, yet I literally can't stop thinking about her. I love Steve! I love my kids! We have a happy marriage, a happy family and a happy life!", she continued.

Finally, after what seemed like the longest commute in her life, Colette arrived at work. Her office was on the top floor of a downtown high-rise. She had a window that looked out over the city and her desk was right in front of it. The first thing she did when she got to work was sit down at her desk, turn her chair around and look out the window.

She had a view of the entire city. It was a clear day and she could see for miles. The sun was shining and the sky was blue. Not exactly the best day to be cooped up in the office, but it was made even worse because she couldn't stop thinking about Michelle. “Why can't I stop thinking about her?”, she kept asking herself all day.

Five o'clock couldn't come fast enough, but when it did, she practically sprinted out of the office. She realized on the way home that she needed to stop at the grocery store again. For one, she never ended up buying anything yesterday. But two, they needed milk. Part of her also hoped she might see Michelle again.

When she got to the store, she grabbed a cart and began to shop. She tried not to think about Michelle, but it was impossible. She felt guilty for having these thoughts, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was changing inside her, and that frightened her more than anything. Suddenly, as she was walking to the dairy aisle, she saw Michelle standing there in a black, tight-fitting pull-over dress. It looked like she wasn't wearing a bra, which Colette noted looked incredibly sexy.

With her body seemingly taking control before her brain could say otherwise, she walked straight up to her. “Hi,” was all that Colette said.

“Oh, hi!” Michelle said. “So great to see you,” she continued. “I was wondering if I’d see you here.”

“Listen...,” Colette stammered. “I…,” she continued.

“Yes?”, Michelle asked.

Colette continued. “I… I was wondering if you could help me find something," she asked, feeling stupid the second the words left her mouth. “Find something?”, she thought to herself. “Why the hell did I just say that?”

Michelle smiled. "Sure, what are you looking for?" she replied.

Colette paused. "Funny thing is, I don’t know why I just said that,” Colette replied. “I suppose I did come here to buy something…, but…, but as soon as I saw you I completely forgot what it was," she continued, noting that her face was feeling flush with embarrassment, but also with anticipation.

Michelle smiled seeing the desire in Colette’s face. She also became instantly confident in what she decided she was about to do. "I think I know what it is. Let me show you. Follow me," she said as she turned and led Colette to the back of the store and into the store room. As they entered, Michelle was glad to see that it was completely deserted. Once inside, Michelle pulled Colette into one of the aisles, turned around, and lifted up her skirt to reveal to Colette that she wasn't wearing panties. "Perhaps you were looking for this?”, she said.

Colette couldn’t believe what this woman just did, and how forward she was being with her. “And assuming this is what you were looking for, now that you found it, what do you want to do?", Michelle said. Colette's heart was beating so hard she thought her chest was going to explode. She couldn't believe this was happening. Before coming to the store, she had only hoped she would just see Michelle. But now, not only did she see her, she was standing in a deserted storage room in front of her. And she had her skirt pulled up without any panties on.

"I…, I don’t know what to say. I mean, this is incredibly forward of you,” Colette said. “And, well, I’m married, Michelle,” Colette continued. Attempting to regain her composure, she added, “And just who the hell do you think I am?”

Leaving her skirt pulled up, Michelle smiled and stepped forward. Wrapping her arms around Colette, she pulled her into a deep kiss. Their tongues danced together, and Colette could feel the heat from Michelle's body through her clothes. As they kissed, Michelle reached up, running her hands through Colette's hair. She could feel herself growing wet, wanting more. When they finally pulled apart for air, Michelle stared into Colette’s eyes. As if wielding some special power, she said, "Who do I think you are? I think you're an incredibly horny woman who can't get it out of your head that you want to be with another woman. So why don't you stop fighting it, squat down and lick my pussy."

Colette's heart raced at the words. She felt angry that this woman was being so forward with her. But she also realized she couldn’t say no. And so, similar to the dairy aisle, she could feel her body taking over before her brain could stop to think. Before she realized it, she had knelt down between Michelle's legs and parted them for easier access. Now completely overcome with desire, she took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Michelle's arousal, and leaned forward, running her tongue up her inner thigh. Michelle let out a moan, and suddenly Colette felt a distant thrill start to engulf her.

Reaching the lips of her pussy, Colette took multiple long licks up and down her slit. “Oh yes, Colette, that feels amazing,” Michelle said. Leaning forward, Colette puckered her lips and pressed forward for a kiss against both pussy lips. In doing so, Colette could feel on her mouth how wet she had gotten, and she felt a trickle of some of her juices starting to drip down her chin.

"Oh my god, Colette, please, fuck me with your tongue,” Michelle said. Colette obeyed, pressing her tongue in between her pussy lips. Her tongue danced around, finding the rhythm that made Michelle moan the loudest. She could feel her own desire growing as she tasted Michelle, as she felt her body shudder with pleasure. She began to move her head, sucking harder, thrusting her tongue deeper, wanting more.

"Oh god, Colette," Michelle groaned. "That's it, fuck me harder."

Colette could feel Michelle's hand in her hair, guiding her, urging her on. She could smell the sweet scent of Michelle's arousal, and it made her hungrier for more. She increased the pace, sucking harder, her tongue swirling around inside of Michelle. She could feel Michelle's hips begin to buck, could feel her own mouth fill with the taste of her wetness. She couldn't help but moan around Michelle's flesh, lost in the sensation.

"Oh god, Colette, I'm going to cum," Michelle groaned, her hands tightening in her hair. Colette didn't want it to end, didn't want to lose this feeling of raw desire. But as she felt Michelle's orgasm building, she knew she had to keep going. She moved her head faster, her tongue thrusting deeper, wanting to feel every last drop of Michelle's release.

"Oh, fuck!" Michelle cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure then stiffening, pelvis grinding against Colette's face. Colette felt her juices now coating her lips and face, and she could feel Michelle's muscles contracting around her tongue. At the same time, she was rewarded with a gush that covered her face and chest.

As the last tremors subsided, Colette pulled back, panting, her own desire raging. Her mind was running wild. “This is crazy!”, she thought to herself. “All I want to do is completely devour this woman, and I literally just met her less than 24 hours ago!”. She took note of the situation she was in right now. Kneeling on the ground between a strange woman’s legs, she had pussy juice all over her face and the front of her shirt was damp with the same.

Colette also noted that her own pussy was soaking wet, and her breathing was heaving with lust. “Have I been harboring this deep desire for women?", she thought. "So deep down that I was never aware? What am I going to do now that it’s clearly starting to come out? What will happen to me? To my life with Steve and my family?”.

As she continued to ponder, she was quickly snapped back to the present with Michelle saying, "I’m not done, Colette. Now I want you to eat my ass." Colette couldn't believe what she said. She had just been thinking about doing this exact deviant act with her this morning, and masturbated to those thoughts in fact. With her lust already at its peak, she didn't even think. She stood up, grabbed Michelle by the waist, spun her around and walked her over to the adjacent shelf. She rested her hand on Michelle's back and bent her over.

Looking down, Colette stared with primal hunger at Michelle’s exposed asshole. Colette got back down on her knees and leaned in. She could smell the strong scent from Michelle's wetness as she got closer. Her inner thighs were still glistening. Colette took a big sniff as she buried her face between Michelle's cheeks.

"Oh fuck, you dirty girl…," Michelle said lowly. Colette thought to herself, "I can't help myself. This is so fucking hot." Putting her hands on the ground between Michelle's feet to brace herself, she then proceeded to press her face into Michelle's ass.

"Oh fuck, Colette!", Michelle cried out. Colette could feel the muscles in her ass clench and relax, urging her on. She moved faster, licking and sucking, wanting to taste every inch of Michelle's ass. Her own desire grew as she consumed Michelle, enjoying the power and control it gave her.

After a few minutes, she could start to feel Michelle's ass cheeks relax even further, letting her slide in between with ease. With the increased access, she extended her tongue, holding it firm. As she continued to press her face in and out of her ass, she started to penetrate her asshole with her tongue. “Uhhhnn, yes, Collette,” Michelle grunted. “Tongue-fuck my ass.”

As she continued to hammer her tongue into Michelle’s anal hole, she could also feel the back of her hands getting wet as Michelle's pussy started dripping her juices, combined with her own saliva, onto the floor. Overcome with desire, Colette stood up and pulled off Michelle’s dress, throwing it to the floor. Then squatting back down again, she knelt behind the completely naked woman in front of her, moved her hands up, cupped Michelle's ass cheeks, and spread them wider. She also noted to herself that she still hadn't taken the time to take a single article of clothing off, having been overtaken with the desire for this woman.

She leaned forward, opening her mouth as wide as she could, and then started to thrust her tongue deep into Michelle's asshole. She moved it back and forth, curling it up, down and around in deep rimming and massaging motions. "Oh yes! Oh yes!", screamed Michelle. "You like doing that to me don't you?", she continued. Colette ignored the question since the answer was obvious, and she kept hammering her tongue into Michelle's ass until she felt her body start to shake. She knew Michelle was close. "Oh fuck, Colette! I'm gonna cum!", Michelle cried out.

Colette kept working her tongue, wanting to feel Michelle’s asshole orgasm around it, noting that her own desire was building inside her. “Oh fuck, I'm cumming!", screamed Michelle. Hearing those words, Colette reached up to put her hands on Michelle’s hips, grabbing hold for support and then shoved her tongue deep inside Michelle's ass one last time, holding it there as Michelle quivered against her face.

As Michelle rode her orgasm out on her tongue, Colette became overcome with desire. Not able to stop her nasty thoughts, and even surprising herself with what she was about to say, Colette pulled her face out of Michelle's ass, her mouth, cheeks and tongue glistening. "Michelle, I want you to sit on my face. I want to taste all of you in my mouth," she said.

"Oh my god, Colette. You’re insatiable…," Michelle said. "I'd love to."

Colette lay down on the ground putting her head right between Michelle's feet. Michelle was still leaning over the shelf, so Colette could see her beautiful breasts hanging above her as she looked up. Already in perfect position, Michelle stood up straight, and then proceeded to squat over Colette's face, her legs spreading as she lowered. Colette could see Michelle's pussy open up and her exposed asshole in full view as she continued to lower down on top of her face. 

Coming to rest on Colette’s open mouth, Michelle placed her soaking wet pussy lips right onto Colette's lips and extended tongue. Colette immediately started to devour her. As she licked and sucked at Michelle's pussy, she paused and pulled away briefly, saying, "You taste so fucking good, Michelle."

Again, her thoughts returned to the fact that this was her first time with a woman since that fleeting experience in college, a fact which continued to shock her. "I must've had so much pent-up lust, subconsciously suppressing these intense lesbian desires," she thought to herself. “I love looking at other women,” she continued. “All women do, whether checking out new clothing styles, seeing how women wear their make-up, and yes, admiring how good a woman takes care of herself and how she looks. But not twenty-four hours ago, the thought of actually being with a woman this way never even crossed my mind."

It must've been a few minutes because Colette was suddenly brought back to the present by Michelle who was now grinding Colette's face. "Fuck Colette, I thought you just wanted to taste more of me. This feels so fucking good. I think I'm going to have another orgasm," Michelle said.

Colette noted that Michelle's pussy was wetter than when she started, and pussy juice was all around her mouth and dripping down onto her cheeks and chin. Paying closer attention, Colette also noted that with every thrust, she would grind forward just far enough for Colette's tongue to reach her asshole. So Colette kept her tongue stiff, and with every thrust she started to penetrate Colette's asshole again. At the same time, her nose would slide in between Michelle's pussy lips coating the bridge of her nose.

Before long, Michelle was literally bucking Colette's face. “Holy shit, this feels so fucking good, Colette!”, Michelle said with her knees pressing down on the ground for support as she ground her soaking wet crotch harder against Colette’s face and mouth.

"Oh god, Colette. Oh god...", was all Michelle said and then she went silent for a couple seconds, followed by "Fuck! I'm cumming!", she screamed. Reaching up to massage her breasts, Michelle threw her head back in ecstasy as she rode her orgasm out, continuing to press against Colette’s face.

As she tasted every last drop of Michelle's orgasm, she couldn't help but think how much she was enjoying devouring this woman. She knew she was becoming obsessed with her, but she didn't care. She wanted more.

"You okay, Colette?" Michelle asked breathlessly, finally pulling herself off of her face.

Colette looked up at her, her eyes glassy with desire. "I'm more than okay. I've never felt anything like that before in my life. It was... incredible," she said. She reached up and gently stroked Michelle's cheek, tracing the line of her jaw. "I want more of you. I need more of you."

As Michelle shifted off of her, Colette rolled to her side and stood up.

"And now it's my turn," she said, walking up to Michelle and stopping right in front of her face. She unbuttoned her pants, kicking her shoes off at the same time. Now standing barefoot on the cold concrete, she pulled her pants down to her knees leaving her panties on. Her crotch was within an inch of Michelle's mouth. "Can you see how wet I got from devouring you?", Colette said. As she leaned forward against Michelle’s face, she pressed her wet panties against her mouth.

Michelle breathed in heavily, visibly intoxicated with Colette's sex now in contact with her mouth. Colette reached down and pulled the front of her panties to the side, exposing her pussy lips to Michelle. She could feel the warmth of Michelle's breath and the wetness of her tongue as it pushed against her. "Oh fuck, Michelle..." she moaned.

Michelle started to trace her tongue up and down Colette's slit. Now mixed with Michelle's saliva, Colette's pussy started dripping its juices down onto her chin. Feeling confined with her clothing, Colette stepped back and pulled her pants and panties off, dropping them to the ground next to Michelle. She then lifted one leg and placed her foot on the shelf next to her to help open her pussy to her face. As she arched her back, she started to grind her hips against Michelle's mouth as she rode her tongue.

Michelle continued to lap at Colette’s pussy and suck on her lips. She could tell she was loving every second of it, but she was also eager to replicate what Colette did to her. So she grabbed hold of Colette’s hips and pushed her slightly away. Shifting her weight and scooting to the side on her knees, she moved around behind Colette and pushed her forward against the shelf, bending her over in the process. Then she moved her hands to Colette's ass, getting a firm grip on each of her ass cheeks.

Holding tight and pulling her ass slightly apart, Michelle leaned in and pressed her open mouth directly into Colette’s spread-open ass. As her mouth met Colette's rim, she extended her tongue and pressed it against her asshole.

"Oh my god, that feels so good," Colette said softly.

Colette immediately started shifting her weight forward and back against Michell’s mouth. "Oh fuck, Michelle, keep licking my ass," she begged. Michelle’s face was already soaking wet from Colette’s pussy juice. Now her ass crack was getting slick with her saliva and her face was glistening as it plunged in and out of Colette’s ass.

On her next plunge into Colette’s ass, Michelle extended her tongue and held it firm to penetrate her asshole. "Uhnn,” Colette grunted. Then reaching back with one hand to grab the back of Michelle's head, she pushed her harder against her ass.

Michelle took that as a sign that she liked it and started to penetrate her asshole deeper. “Fuck that feels good, Michelle. Yes, keep tongue-fucking my asshole,” Colette said in a low tone. As Michelle continued to penetrate her asshole, Collette started to buck back against Michelle’s face in an effort to get her tongue deeper into her asshole.

Michelle’s tongue was now as deep as she could get it and her lips were surrounding Colette’s asshole. In this position, Michelle felt compelled to start sucking.

"Holy fuck, Michelle,” she grunted again. “Nobody’s ever done that to me before."

Colette was now lost in a totally new ecstasy. Minutes went by as she was experiencing the pure pleasure of another woman tongue fucking her asshole, all the while noticing an orgasm starting to build.

"Oh my god, Michelle, you’re going to make me cum just from my asshole," Colette said. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” she continued. And with one last thrust, she screamed, "I'm cumming!!!", and pushed her ass hard against Colette’s fully extended tongue.

Returning the favor that Colette did to her, Michelle pressed in hard to jam her tongue deep inside Colette's asshole one last time. As Colette's powerful orgasm rushed over her, warm liquid dripped down onto Michelle’s chin at the same time.

"Holy shit, Michelle. I'm sorry," Colette said as she turned to look down at Michelle kneeling on the ground behind her. "I didn't mean to cum so hard."

"It's okay, I was loving every second of it," Michelle said as she licked her lips and looked up at Colette with a smile. Colette leaned down and kissed Michelle on the forehead.

"I just couldn't help it," Colette said. "Your tongue was so deep and it felt so good."

Michelle was starting to stand up as Colette bent down to pick up her clothes. "I'm glad you liked it," Michelle said. "I know I did."

Before she could start to pull her clothes back on, Michelle grabbed Colette's hand. Pulling her close, she kissed her hard on the lips. Colette moaned into the kiss as she smelled and tasted herself all over Michelle’s face. Colette pulled away and looked into Michelle’s eyes. "I have to go," she said. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Michelle said. "I understand."

"I just need to get back home before Steve gets suspicious. And my kids are probably home wondering about dinner,” Colette continued as her mind quickly brought her back to reality. Michelle nodded, understanding the situation.

The two women continued to get dressed until Michelle broke the silence. "Okay, well, I hope everything works out for you. And thanks you for the...you know," she said with a smile.

Colette blushed and returned the smile. "I guess I wanted to do that for a long time," Colette said. "To be with another woman. I just never would've imagined it could be so erotic, so lustful my first time," she smirked as she pulled her pants up.

"I'm definitely glad it was," Michelle replied, leaning in and kissing her, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. They broke the kiss and looked at each other. "I can only imagine what we’ll do next time. There will be a next time, yes?", Michelle said.

Colette smiled, feeling a mixture of desire and guilt. "I don't know," she said. "It's...complicated." She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind Michelle's ear. "I just need to figure things out."

Michelle nodded, understanding the complexity of the situation. "Take your time," she said softly. "I'm here for you whenever you need me.”

Colette smiled, feeling a surge of affection for Michelle, but deciding to not act on it. She leaned in, kissed her cheek, and with one last glance back at Michelle, she turned and walked out of the storage room and out of the store, her heart racing and her mind reeling with the intensity of the encounter they had just shared.

Outside in the parking lot, Colette got into her car, the scent of Michelle still lingering on her mouth and face. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. As she started the car and pulled out of the parking space, she glanced in the rear-view mirror one last time, hoping to catch a glimpse of Michelle, but didn't as she left the parking lot and pulled out onto the street.

The rest of the drive home was a blur. Her mind kept going back to the taste and smell of Michelle's pussy and ass, the feel of their bodies pressed together. She couldn't believe how much she wanted more of it, but quickly told herself she can’t. “I’m married to a wonderful husband and two children I love and adore. The thought of losing that would be unbearable.” she tormented internally. “I did some incredibly dirty, kinky acts with a complete stranger and I was fully consumed by it,” she continued. “I literally don’t understand what came over me. I guess only time will tell what the future holds," she thought to herself as she pulled into the driveway.

She turned off her car and got out. With the realization that the family she loves is inside waiting for her, she couldn't continue to think further about anything else except the reality in front of her. And with that, she walked into the house and closed the door behind her with the understanding that before she did anything, she needed to wash her face...