Lesbians? Married Lesbians!

[jimnt]

Years ago, my wife sort of gave me a hall pass. We were at a party with friends. The names have been changed to protect the guilty! It included a lesbian couple. I was a bout 28. The lesbian couple were Muri, a 26 year old slim blonde. She had never been married and and claimed to have had zero interest in men, EVER. Her partner Michele was a 30 year old brunette. She was a little less svelte, but still not fat. She had been married to a guy briefly in her early twenties. Both were very attractive women.

It was that party. There was lots of ****. Lots of music. Some of the girls (but neither of these two) were skinny dipping, so I am told. I was busy elsewhere and missed that. I began chatting with Muri. Melissa assured everyone that Muri was completely lesbian. She was 7-up. We continued to talk as a group, but Muri and I seemed to pair off. Muri was a smoker and when she went out to smoke, I went with her. We got giggly. I just came out and asked her if we could fuck. She reminded me that I was married and that she liked girls.

 

[jimnt]

She may have said that she liked girls, but somehow it lacked conviction. She was more worried that I was married.

 

[Torre82]

Soo... details.
The story lacks details and (perhaps) embellishment. Write a few thousand words and set the scene.
Change certain words to make it more or less sexy.
Pacing. Add some tension and make 'em wait for a moment before getting to a good part.

Oh. And you didnt include a good part. Yet.
What gives, Jim?

 

[jimnt]

She was sitting on the tailgate of someone not from our group's truck in the parking lot to the apartment. We were close and continued to talk. I outright asked her if she wanted to fuck. Her response was to remind me that I was married. I kissed her deeply. She kissed back. She made me stop. Reminded me I was married.

More later. Hopefully not a year from now

 

[jimnt]

We snoggled at length. We were not hiding it. Every two or three minutes, she would remind me I was married. This cat and mouse went on for at least an hour. My hands on her tits. My fingers in her panties. Damn she was wet. Still "but you are married"... Any remonstrations about being gay or her being coupled had ceased long ago. Finally, I eased her pants down. I stroked my cock over her pussy. Then I started kissing down her body. I wanted to taste her wetness.