It was Tuesday morning, and I was in the process of preparing breakfast for Toby and myself when I heard…

“I apologize, Mom, I am running late. I’ll just take a slice of toast.”

She’s not dressed. Mom was not joking yesterday regarding her and Dad rediscovering the liberty of nudism, and now that applies to me.

“Alright, did you take a change of clothes for when you go to Pete’s after school?”

“Yes, may I ask you something before I leave? I was hesitant to bring it up last night.”

“Certainly, dear, what is it?”

“Was I allowed to kiss you on the cheek, as I do when I say good night or good morning?”

“Absolutely, being a nudist does not change what was a normal routine for us. You had always done that, and I wish for you to continue.”

He approached and gave me a kiss on the cheek before departing. I finished the breakfast preparations and then sat down at the table. After filling my coffee cup, I took the toast and applied a generous amount of huckleberry jam. The small smoked sausages were drizzled with maple syrup. Before taking a bite of food, I took a sip of coffee. 

Finished eating, I cleaned up, then went to my bedroom to take a shower. I applied cherry blossom gel to my skin and lathered my body. With my eyes closed, my hands explored the sensuous curve of my breasts, while my fingers teased my already erect nipples.

I experienced the familiar tingle between my legs as my thoughts wandered to Tori. Then, I considered Tori, Derek, and myself. My right hand kneaded one breast, then the other, while my left hand glided over my toned abdomen to the top of my mound. I opened my eyes and shook my head, reminding myself to resist the temptation of self-pleasure. I intended to save my orgasms for my visit to Tori’s.

I lathered my intimate area, took the razor, and shaved the sparse hair. Afterward, I dried off and applied a small amount of powder to the top of my mound. Moving to the double sink, I blow-dried my shoulder-length black hair. Once I combed it out, I opted for a ponytail and secured it with a light green scrunchie. Finally, I applied light pink nail polish to both my fingernails and toenails and completed the look with a top coat on the nails.

I approached my bureau dresser, opened a drawer, and selected the soft lime green bikini featuring a teardrop top and coordinating g-string bottoms. Subsequently, I moved to the full-length mirror, bikini in hand. I turned in various directions, admiring my all-over golden tan and flawless skin. I then slipped into the bikini. Derek would surely enjoy seeing the word 'SEXY' positioned above my lower back, not to mention the fabric nestled between my cheeks.

Next, I retrieved the dark green sarong and white flip-flops from the closet. It was now noon, the perfect time to head over to Tori's.

I approached and made my way to the front door. The door swung open before I could even reach the doorbell.

“Hello, girlfriend. I absolutely adore your bikini,” she remarked, pulling me inside.

Before I had the opportunity to reply, the door shut, and I found myself pressed against it. Tori kissed me fervently, and I returned the kiss. We were both exploring each other as the kiss grew more intense. After several moments of passion, Tori pulled back. For a fleeting instant, we were both left breathless.

Once I regained my composure, I was finally able to say, “Hi, bestie,” and we both shared a laugh.

“Wow, girl, you look absolutely stunning in that slingshot. I adore the white bandeau see-through top adorned with a floral pattern, along with the tiny matching bottom. The black spaghetti straps contrast beautifully with your golden tan. The black scrunchie in your ponytail was just the perfect touch.”

“Thank you so much, Evie. I really love your lime green bikini and the teardrop top.”

“Is Derek around?” I inquired as we made our way to the kitchen.

“Yes, he is outside enjoying some time in the spa and drinking a beer.”

“Tell me, has he seen you in that bikini, and did you remember to add the blue pill to his drink?”

Tori remarked, “No, he had not, and no, I am about to. However, I intended to wait for you before serving him the beer,” as she poured two glasses of American Gewürztraminer.

I fetched two bottles of Hacker-Pschorr Weisse and a slice of lemon from the refrigerator, and Tori had already filled the beer stein and added the pill. She arranged the wine glasses, the bottle of wine, and the beer stein on the tray. I added the two beer bottles and a lemon slice.

“Shall we go and join your husband?”

“Absolutely, but you ought to remove the sarong and flip-flops before we proceed.”

“That is a good suggestion,” I replied as I took off the sarong and discarded the flip-flops.

“We will take our time and tease him, Evie.”

“That is a wise idea; allow the pill some time to take effect.”

Tori carried the tray as we exited onto the patio and made our way towards the pool. Derek noticed us approaching and said, “Hello, Evie. You ladies look absolutely stunning.”

Oh man, I’m fucked. Evie’s here, and I won’t be able to be intimate with Tori. Good god, those bikinis are something else. 

Tori had placed the tray beside the spa and then stood next to me.

“Hello Derek, it’s a pleasure to see you, and I appreciate it.”

Indeed, he is an exceptionally attractive man, standing at six feet two inches tall, weighing approximately one hundred ninety-five pounds, and possessing a well-toned physique. His hair, a mix of salt and pepper, was neatly cut in a crew style.

“Yes, thank you, dear.”

Tori and I posed in a few alluring stances, and Derek gasped when we turned around and swayed our hips.

“I must concur, Evie, you both are undeniably SEXY.

The two of us giggled, aware that he had noticed the word just above my lower back. We struck several additional poses, then faced one another and pressed our bodies together. We pretended to kiss and briefly rubbed against each other before joining Derek in the spa.

He presented us with our glasses, and we settled into our seats opposite him. Afterward, he picked up his stein from the tray, lifted his glass, and proclaimed, “Here’s to the two most beautiful women I know.”

We all took a sip, and I remarked, “That was kind of you to say, Derek. Allow me to add, here’s to the second most handsome man I know.”

“Who is the first, Evie?” Derek inquired, fully aware of the answer.

“Why, my husband, Paul, of course.”

We all shared a light-hearted laugh and finished our drinks. I exchanged a knowing glance with Tori, who wore a playful smile. As he topped off our glasses and poured himself another beer, Tori and I began to kiss and fondle each other's breasts. We were cautious not to reveal our erect nipples. The kiss intensified, and then, quite suddenly, we paused.

Derek's expression was a blend of shock and slight disappointment.

“That’s right, darling, Evie is also my lover,” she said and then pulled one triangle of my top to the side and revealed the hardened nipple before taking it between her moist lips.

I reached out with my left hand and grabbed the back of her head. I pulled her in tight on my left tit. I felt her teeth scrape the nipple. My head fell back as I moaned, “Mmm…harder.”

At the same time, my right hand disappeared below the surface, and I rubbed her slit through the material of her bottoms. She bit down on my nipple, making me cry out, “Yes!”

She was an expert at nipple play; she licked, sucked, bit, and swirled her tongue all around the nub. Her left hand kneaded my tit at the same time. I was climbing closer and closer to orgasmic release. I increased my hand movement over her slit, slightly pressing my fingers between her folds. We were immersed in our own realm of mutual pleasure, completely unaware that Derek was observing us. How many minutes had passed since we started exploring sapphic delights, neither of us was concerned. We were on the brink of euphoric ecstasy.

Our moans and groans intensified with each fleeting moment until we exclaimed, “I'm cumming!”

Tori and I reveled in the afterglow, exchanging gentle kisses and cuddles. Once we had regained our composure, we glanced over at Derek. He remained seated, unsure of how to react. I leaned towards Tori and whispered in her ear, “Let me approach him, initiate a conversation, and elevate the mood, darling.”

Tori readily consented and whispered back, “Go ahead, and I will wait a moment before joining you.”

I tucked my nipple back into the triangle of my top, then I stood and sauntered over to Derek, straddling his lap. The expression on his face was one of astonishment. In one fluid motion, I placed my hands on his broad shoulders and leaned in closer. My breasts pressed against his sculpted chest.

“Evie, you can’t do this. What about my wife?” he asked nervously.

I leaned in and whispered in his ear, “You mean that attractive, alluring woman behind me? The one who desires to experience multiple orgasms with you?”

“Yes,” he replied softly, trying to ensure Tori wouldn’t overhear him.

“Well, you’re going to make love to her, then to me, and I’m going to pleasure you orally.”

I rocked back and forth on his rock-hard erection.

“Oohh, it’s been far too long since I’d felt a cock.”

He kissed me passionately, momentarily forgetting all about his wife. I ground against his erection, and after several long moments, I lifted myself up. Tori had been standing next to us for some time, unnoticed until this moment.

“Everything is fine, dear, but now get the fuck out of my house! You deceitful bastard! I have video evidence, recorded conversations, emails, and text messages! You were engaging in an affair with that eighteen-year-old bitch of a secretary. You had violated the prenuptial agreement and will receive nothing aside from your salary, pension, and vehicle. Alright, gentlemen, please come forward! Remove this cheater from the premises, and ensure you collect the house keys and garage door remote. Tomorrow, you may retrieve your belongings; these gentlemen will be present to ensure that is all you take. I had provided them with a list.”

I stood there in complete disbelief, unsure of what to say. We watched as Derek was led into the house to change and collect as many of his belongings as he could for the time being. We followed them inside and watched as the two men guided him to his car, took the garage door opener, and saw him drive away.

“Mrs. Hasting, we will return at nine a.m. tomorrow. If you prefer not to be present, that is perfectly fine. The locksmith is scheduled to arrive at noon, and we will ensure that everything proceeds without a hitch. Two sets of keys for the new house locks, including the side door to the garage and the shed, will be placed on the kitchen table, and your garage door opener remote will have a new code. This code will also be on the kitchen table. Your lawyer, Mr. Harris, will be informed of all that has occurred. Have a good day, ladies.”

The two gentlemen dressed in black departed.

“Oh my goodness, Tori, I sincerely apologize. Will you be okay?”

“I will manage. I have been investigating him for the past four months. One day, I answered his phone while he was preoccupied with something. It contained a very explicit message from that woman. Naturally, I captured a screenshot of it with my phone. And now, I could really use a strong drink. How about you, Evie?”

“Absolutely, and my lips would remain sealed.”

“I appreciate that, Evie,” she replied, as she retrieved two exquisite glasses from the cupboard.

Shifting the topic, I inquired, “What type of glasses are these?”

As she filled the glasses with Buffalo Trace Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey to the brim, she explained, “These are Edo Glasses, Handcrafted Self-Rotating Whisky Glasses. They are made in Japan. They enhance both the flavor and aroma of the whiskey.”

“Cheers, Tori.”

“Cheers, Evie. Please do not give me that apologetic expression. I am completely fine. I had been preparing for this day for quite some time. I had requested that he be served with the divorce papers at his workplace, and Mr. Harris assured me that this would occur. Now, let us cease this discussion. Let us enjoy ourselves; I feel as though a significant burden has been lifted from my shoulders.”

Tori suggested as she reached for her cell phone, “What do you think about ordering a pizza and watching a movie? Afterward, if you are interested, we could go upstairs.”

“Count me in, and just so you know, I do not need to return home until tomorrow afternoon before Toby arrives from school. By the way, did you still want him to come over?”

Tori replied, “Yes, the lawn and flower beds require edging, and the grass needs to be mowed. The pool maintenance could wait until Thursday.”

I said, “I will inform him, and after what just transpired, are you still willing to come over on Saturday?” with a hint of hesitation.

She replied, “That was indeed part of the plan, and I am certainly looking forward to it. Now, what type of pizza would you like?”

“What about a thin and crispy pizza with cheese, sausage, mushrooms, and green peppers. We could both answer the door in our bikinis.”

“That sounds good, Tori.”

She proceeded to call The Twisted Crust Pizzeria to place the order. While we awaited the delivery, she inserted a DVD into the player, and we snuggled together on the couch.

The film depicted a romantic encounter involving three friends: two women and a man. It was tastefully executed and quite erotic. Just as the tension on screen began to escalate, the doorbell rang. Tori answered the door and handed the delivery person the payment, who stood there with his mouth agape.

After she completed the transaction and took the pizza, he seemed unable to divert his gaze from her heart-shaped backside. I glanced at him and, in the most alluring tone, remarked, “I am going to have her tonight,” as I reached out to squeeze the noticeable bulge in his pants. I then swiftly closed and locked the door.

“That was rather unkind, Evie. At the very least, you could have offered him a handjob.”

We both found it impossible to refrain from laughing. Once we calmed down, we indulged in the pizza and continued watching the movie, which had us both excited and touching one another as we ate. Between bites of the pizza, we shared kisses and explored each other's bodies. By the time the film concluded, we were both so stimulated that we abandoned everything and hurried to her bedroom.

Tori leaped onto the bed, and I followed closely behind her. She turned onto her back, and I positioned myself so that we were facing each other. The kiss was filled with passion, our tongues intertwined in that familiar rhythm of desire, while our hands busily slid our tops up to reveal four eager nipples yearning for attention. I trailed soft kisses down her long, slender neck to her nipple. Consequently, my nipple was mere millimeters from her mouth. It was incredible; we both began to flick our tongues around the nipple before us simultaneously.

Our moans resonated throughout the room as we engaged in sucking, biting, and finally swirling our tongues around each other’s nipples. I continued my descent down her slender body, planting soft kisses, and positioned myself above her mouth. Upon reaching her mound, adorned with short blonde hair styled like a landing strip, we wasted no time in pleasuring each other’s clits.

I felt a finger penetrate deeply into my vagina, and I reciprocated the gesture by doing the same to Tori. The arousal from the movie and our cuddling had heightened our desires, and within moments, we both reached the peak of climactic ecstasy simultaneously. After we had regained our composure, I moved to the side, ensuring we were facing each other, and we gently caressed one another. We exchanged soft, tender kisses while cuddling.

Eventually, we rose and proceeded to take a shower before heading downstairs for more pizza, another glass of whiskey, and to watch an erotic, sensual lesbian video. We found ourselves on the floor, with Tori straddling my face as I orally pleased her. Then, I took my turn straddling her face and received oral pleasure in return. The remainder of the night was devoted to making love until the early morning, when we finally succumbed to sleep from both satisfaction and exhaustion.

Upon waking, it was already noon; I leapt out of bed, suffering from a severe hangover. Tori was sluggish and slow to rise, so I approached her side of the bed and took her hand. I gently pulled her off the bed and said, “We need to shower and get dressed; I have to return home before Toby arrives.”

As we made our way to the bathroom, Tori, still half-asleep, mumbled, “What time is it, and what day is it? Oohh, my head is pounding.”

“It’s eleven a.m., Wednesday. Just a reminder, he’ll be coming over to do the yard work you mentioned yesterday. Additionally, your husband will arrive at noon to collect his belongings, and those two men will be here to supervise him. The locksmith will also be arriving,” I replied as we stepped into the shower.

“YEEOOWW! That was quite cold; what prompted you to do that?”

As I stepped under the frigid water alongside her, I remarked, “We required that to invigorate us.”

“A warning would have been appreciated.”

“Indeed, but where was the enjoyment in that?” I replied, turning off the water and reaching for a nearby towel.

Tori took a towel as well, and we commenced drying ourselves. My attention was elsewhere, and suddenly, a sharp pain surged through me. It originated from my backside; Tori had twisted her towel and snapped it at me.

“OUCH! I suppose we are now even.”

“Indeed, we are, bestie, at least until the next occasion.”

We both chuckled and continued drying off. She insisted that I don one of her t-shirts and shorts for the walk home. I suggested she accompany me if she wished to avoid staying when her soon-to-be ex-husband arrived. She agreed; however, just before we left, the two men dressed in black showed up.

“Mrs. Hasting, we arrived early to ensure that your husband does not attempt to come and go before we arrived. The locksmith is scheduled to arrive at one p.m. Would you be remaining here?”

“No, I’ll be next door; a young man is expected to arrive around three-thirty this afternoon to perform yard work, and he would require access to the shed. He has a key, but…”

“Not to worry, we’ll have the locksmith change that one after the young man is finished.” 

“Thank you.”

“You’re most welcome, and once your husband has left, if you wish, one of us could come next door and give you the keys along with the garage door opener.”

“That sounds good, I’ll see you then.”

The two of us then walked over to my house and went straight to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee and homemade blueberry muffins. Toby was expected in three hours, so we settled in to watch French Kiss featuring Meg Ryan and Kevin Kline.

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