Lora sat in her lover’s living room; the only sound in the house was the ticking of an antique clock. She sat, dressed in a black corset with black silk stockings and heels, waiting. She burned with anger. Lora knew her lover was married. Jake had told her that from the start. But when she saw him out in public with his wife, Jake wouldn’t even acknowledge her. That was unacceptable. Lora knew she could get her revenge by revealing his infidelity, but she had a better idea.

Lora heard the lock of the front door turn, followed by steps in the entryway. The steps were light, clearly from a female. Lora took a deep breath and took a regal posture as she sat in the leather chair. Jake’s wife, Keri, came around the corner from the entryway and froze in her tracks when she saw Lora sitting there.

“Who are you? What are you doing in my house dressed that way?”

There was confusion on Keri’s face as she tried to process why there was a scantily clad woman sitting in her living room.

“Be quiet, Keri. I will be doing the talking, and you, you will be doing the listening. For now, at least.”

Lora did not raise her voice, but it had a commanding tone that made Keri fall silent and freeze in place.

“You don’t know me, but you should. I am the woman who has been fucking your husband, Jake, three to four times a week behind your back. Jake found me on a hook-up site, saying he was looking to find the spark, the fire, that had long since burned out of his marriage.”

Lora saw Keri flinch at that revelation before she continued.

“He says your passion froze over long ago. He said he gets sex once a week, lights out, usually missionary, and with as little foreplay as possible.”

Keri blushed at this and started to speak, but Lora raised an eyebrow and silenced her again.

“I can understand that feeling with mediocre lovers. Someone who is only concerned with their pleasure. Or if their husband is a rough and uncoth lout who just paws at you and takes what he wants. But that isn’t Jake, is it?”

Keri lowered her eyes and gave a slight shake of her head.

“No. Jake is a fantastic fuck. A most generous lover, really. He has always been attentive to my needs and has made sure I had my orgasms before he sought out his own.”

Keri’s eyes stared at the floor.

“Then I remembered something. You had told him that sex was a wife’s obligation to her husband. I found that interesting. That is an older phrase used by wives forced to marry, with little choice in the matter. It was a phrase used by some who would have preferred a different lifestyle. Then I wondered, maybe it isn’t just Jake, but all men that you find undesirable.”

I began to move across the room, my heels clicking on the hardwood flooring. At the sound of my steps, Keri looked up, her eyes wide with a hint of panic. As I approached her, she looked back down at the floor. I reached out and placed two fingers under her chin and raised it till her eyes met mine.

“I am thinking you crave a softer touch. A touch that you had always been told was taboo, forbidden.”

Keri was trembling at my touch as she looked into my bright green eyes and spoke.

“I-I-I don’t know what you are trying to insinuate. I love my husband and am loyal to him.”

“Oh, I’m sure that you do, Keri, in the good dutiful wife way. But I don’t think you crave his touch. I think you crave the touch of a woman.”

“I’m st-st-st-straight.”

“If you are a straight, loyal wife, then there won’t be any harm in a little kiss, will there?”

I leaned forward, and our lips met softly.

Keri's story

I had no idea who this scantily clad woman was in my living room, but her presence and tone of command struck me right in the core of my being. Her tone had stirred a longing in me, a longing to be controlled and directed. As I listened to her words, I knew them to be true. Sex with Jake was something I did as a dutiful wife. I didn’t desire him, I never longed for his touch, and I had certainly never cum with him.

I had known I was different since I was sixteen. While all my friends were noticing guys, I was busy noticing my friends. The problem was, I had been taught by my parents that this was wrong, perverted even. So I tried to bury those feelings, those questioning desires. I dated guys, I had sex with them, and I even got married. But I did that all for my parents. I was never fulfilled or felt any pleasure from any of it, no matter how hard I tried. 

Now, a strange woman was standing here in front of me, reading me like a book. Every word she said was true, and it was stirring up feelings that I thought I had repressed. I stood there frozen, mumbling lies and denials at her words, but secretly I burned to know where this was going. 

Then her lips met mine, and my body stiffened like a bolt of electricity shot through it. She kept the kiss soft and light. Her hands moved up to cup my face as she opened her mouth and her tongue traced over my lips. Emotions warred within me. The belief that this was wrong fought with my desire to find out where this might go. It was a battle where my desire was quickly winning. When the stalemate finally broke, I opened my mouth to hers and moved my hand to her ass, pulling her tight to me. My hands held tight to her ass cheeks, refusing to let this slip away from me.

Her hands moved to the zipper on the back of my dress. The zipper sounded loud in the quiet house as she eased it down. She slowly ended our kiss and stepped back. I was so lost in the kiss that my mouth kept moving, seeking her out. When I finally realized it was over, I opened my eyes and stared at her, burning with lust. She eased the dress off my shoulders, and she pushed it to the floor. I was left standing there in just my white lace bra and panties. She stepped back to take in the view. 

My body wasn’t perfect; it had matured with age. But that age had brought me womanly curves. While I carried a few extra pounds, I hoped it added to my beauty. The white lace bra and panties I had put on this morning were functional, but sexy, and there was a clear wet spot on my panties. 

“Oh, Keri, you are quite lovely. You have a body built to give and receive pleasure. Would you like me to show you?”

I nodded. There was nothing that I wanted more at the moment.

“You have to tell me, Keri. What do you want?”

“I-I want you to show me how good a woman’s touch is, and how to touch a woman in return.”

“Then show me to your bedroom.”

I tentatively took her hand and began to lead her to my bedroom. A thought of taking her to our guest room crossed my mind. But the fact that Jake had already betrayed me, likely in our own marital bed, told me to take her there. When we entered the bedroom, I saw a pleased smile on her face. That smile sent a warm feeling of pleasure through me. Making her happy gave me such joy, I knew I would do anything to feel it again and again. We entered the room, and our eyes locked again.

“You have never been with a woman before?”

“N-no.”

“Then I will show you just how good it can be before you pleasure me.”

She unhooked my bra, freeing my C-cup breasts from their confines. She walked behind me, her fingers lightly tracing over my soft skin. The light touch caused shivers of delight to wash over me. When she was behind me, she wrapped her arms around me, drawing me to her.

“You are so lovely, Keri. I’m sure you’ve been told that it is wrong for two women to be together, that it is immoral or a sin.”

I nodded in agreement as her soft hands ran over my body.

“But I’m going to show you that it's not wrong. Two people together, giving and receiving pleasure, how could that be wrong?”

She moved her hands up to cup my breasts. She softly squeezed them while her fingers circled my stiff nipples. I moaned and thrust my breasts harder into her hands. She kissed and nibbled on my neck softly, just below my ear. One hand trailed down from my breast, over my stomach, to the hem of my panties. My body burned with need as her slim hand slipped into my panties. A long, drawn-out moan slipped from me when her fingers trailed through my pubic hair and parted my swollen lips. I was dripping wet and burning hot already. My clit, the center of my universe currently, was a hard bud when she began to caress it lightly. My body stiffened again as if hit with electricity.

“You are a hair trigger lover. All pent up and ready to explode,” she whispered in my ear. “Just relax and enjoy how good this feels.”

I whimpered as my hips rocked against her hand. My breathing was ragged as my orgasm built. She edged me mercilessly, bringing me right to the brink before backing off again. When my body was shaking with the need to cum, she pinched my nipple hard and whispered in my ear.

“Cum for me, my little pet.”

Her command was the release that I needed. My body quaked with the force of my orgasm. My moan of pleasure echoed throughout the house. I felt a gushing flow of something wet and sticky flow from me.

“Yes, yes, my pet. Keep going.”

She continued to give my clit light strokes, prolonging the waves of my orgasm. Finally, I had all I could take, and my body went limp against her. I sank to my knees on the floor, clinging to her leg. I looked up adoringly at her as she stroked my sweat-soaked hair. The entire time, she murmured the praise I craved.

“You came so hard for me, my little pet. How many years of pent-up desire was that?”

I drew in a shuddering breath before whispering, “Since I was sixteen.”

“That is far too long to have let that build up. You know, I can guide you and make you feel that good and even better, if you would let me. Would you like that?”

I looked up at her longingly, “Would you please?”

“Of course, but there are some rules to remember first.”

“Wh-what are they?”

“First, no one else will get to touch you like that. Not even Jake.”

‘But -”

“No buts. Don’t worry, though, Jake will be looked after and taken care of.”

“Okay.”

“Second, you will pleasure me until I am satisfied before you get your own release.”

I nodded. This was sounding like heaven to me.

“And third, from now on, you will call me Mistress and do what I tell you to do. Do you agree to these terms?”

My heart leapt at the offer. This was too good to be true.

“Y-yes, Mistress.”

“Very good. Now it is time for you to taste your first pussy.”

She placed one foot on my bed and reached down and pulled her panties to the side. When she was exposed, she guided me to her shaved pussy. I had never licked a pussy before, but from the sounds coming from her, I knew I must have been doing something right. Soon, she was moaning praise to me as I felt her muscles begin to tense. 

“Yes, my pet! Don’t stop. Do not stop until I say that you can.”

There was no worry of my stopping. Now that I had my first taste of her pussy, I would never be able to get enough.

Lora's story:

Keri was so focused on pleasing me that she failed to hear the front door open, but I did. I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs and to the bedroom door. 

The bedroom door opened. The first thing Jake saw was me, with his wife on her knees, eating my pussy.

“Mistress! Wh-what is going on?”

“Hello, Jake. You fucked up by not acknowledging your Mistress the other night. You were so afraid that your wife might find out your little secret. To make sure it never happens again, I decided to take your wife and make her mine, too. You will not be touching her again without my permission. Yes! Right there, pet! You are going to make me cum!”

My body shook as my juices squirted out, coating Keri’s face. Keri didn’t even slow down, though, as she lapped up my juices. When my breathing and body recovered, I continued to address Jake.

“You will be staying in the guest room until I say otherwise, Jake. Also, don’t even think about touching yourself. You will cum when you have atoned for your transgressions. Do you understand?”

Jake’s head hung down with shame.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Now go. It is time to continue your wife’s education.”