Matt, my husband, sensed the tension and sensibly went to join the men, doing whatever men do when they gather round the barbeque. I was feeling a little tipsy, having had little to eat all day and I was spoiling for a fight as I’d found myself in a similar position before – a woman knows when she needs to step in to protect her husband from a glamorous assassin.
“Your husband’s quite the looker,” Rose said, casually moving into my personal space. I was about to say something quite rude but she stopped me in my tracks. She leant forward and whispered, “But I have to say that you’re the one making my juices flow.”
I was shocked.
Rose backed-up the comment by lifting her sunglasses and openly examining my body. Only men had looked at me like that. I knew she was mentally undressing me and found myself getting flustered. Flirting with my husband had made me angry – but flirting with me? I’m ashamed to say that I was getting aroused by the openness of her lust. I gulped the contents of my wine glass as I felt my skin flush with excited embarrassment. Rose insisted that she get me a refill.
My eyes dropped as she handed me the glass, trying to escape from Rose’s intense gaze and I found myself looking at her cleavage. Realising what I was doing, I looked away but knew that I’d been caught. “I think I’ll just go and check my make-up,” I said, trying to find an excuse to flee.
“Oh, good idea,” Rose gushed and we were suddenly walking arm-in-arm to the house. We climbed the stairs to the bathroom and I couldn’t help but take a peek up Rose’s tiny skirt. I admired her legs and even caught a glimpse of her bum. If she was wearing underwear, it was much skimpier than anything I would choose.
We were side-by-side looking into the bathroom mirror with the door locked behind us. My heart was thumping wildly. There was something happening to me and I was desperate to get away before I lost control completely. I tried to be cool, putting some lipstick on as Rose pouted and adjusted her minimalist make-up. But as I watched her rub her lips together my mind suddenly filled with images of those lips wrapping around my husband’s cock and then even more shockingly, I imagined them sliding over my pussy. And my mouth sliding overs hers.
Rose had said that I made her juices flow.
I gasped at the dirty thought and Rose turned to look at me. She was looking expectant, waiting for something. I was too - I wanted her to kiss me. There was no way that I could take the lead in this – and Rose obliged. She leaned in and pressed her lips against mine and I kissed back instantly with all the enthusiasm I could muster.
Her lips were soft and puffy, and I enjoyed the smooth stickiness of our fresh lipstick as it mashed together. I melted – I was snogging another woman. What would my husband think?
Rose took the oral lead and I responded as I felt her tongue tease its way into my mouth. But I raised the stakes as I reached down between her legs to satisfy my question as to whether she was wearing underwear.
She wasn’t.
My fingers found bare flesh. No knickers and no pubes. Just slippery smooth skin. I had never felt anything like it. Not a word was spoken as Rose gripped my wrist and guided my fingers to where she wanted them. She gasped and moved her mouth from against my lips to nibble my earlobe.
“Rub my clit,” she said. “Make me come.” My fingers were moving over her most private flesh but they felt like those of a teenage boy getting to second base for the first time.