Adultery Desiring Another Man's Wife by xleglover-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Jen watched herself and Monique in the mirror, as if watching strangers in a movie. She continued to caress Monique's exposed thigh as Monique cupped and fondled her breasts. Then Monique lowered her hands, her eyes on Jen's bosom. "You're right," she said. "Your erect nipples do show through the dress. But don't worry. Men like that. And Victor prefers his girls to go braless."

Monique slid her hands down Jen's front, over her firm tummy, and then still downward. She grasped Jen's skirt and pulled it up, exposing her stocking tops, then garter straps, and finally her lacy black panties. "So pretty," Monique said as she eyed the camel toe formed in Jen's wet panties. Monique wrapped Jen's soft blonde hand in her hand and gently tugged, pulling Jen's head back. "You're so pretty," Monique said softly, gazing into Jen's face. Then Monique covered Jen's lips with hers.

Jen tried to pull away, but the taller woman held her tight. Monique snaked her tongue into Jen's mouth, and despite herself, Jen couldn't help noticing how soft Monique's tongue felt compared to a man's. She also couldn't believe how soft and full Monique's lips felt against hers. Jen tensed as she felt Monique's hands slide lower on her body.

This was not what she had expected when she followed Monique into the bathroom. She had never desired another woman, but if she was being truthful, she would have to admit she sometimes wondered what it would be like. Then, before Jen could object further, Monique slid one of her soft hands inside her panties.

Monique's technique so differed from a man's. She knew exactly what to touch, when to touch it, and how much pressure to use. It was almost like she was fingering herself. Within moments, Jen came on Monique's hand, her urgent moans quieted by Monique's mouth over hers, her body arching backwards into Monique's welcoming body, her toes curling in her high heels.

"That was -- that was amazing," Jen gasped, as Monique finally allowed her to pull away.

Monique gave Jen a few moments to catch her breath, and then she pressed her body against Jen's. "Is it my turn now?" Monique asked as she pulled up her skirt and pressed Jen's hand against her pussy. Monique wasn't wearing any panties.

Jen pulled back. "I -- I don't know ..." she stammered.

Monique smiled, and brushed her hand against Jen's cheek. "That's okay, honey, I know this is all new for you. I won't rush you."

Trying to hide her disappointment, Monique reached into her purse and pulled out lip gloss. "Here, let me fix your make up." Feeling awkward but not knowing what else to do, Jen stood still as Monique gently applied the gloss until Jen's lips were a wet glossy luster.

"There, now you're perfect again," Monique said. She paused, her eyes locked on Jen's face. She affectionately brushed one of Jen's blonde locks off her face. "You're so darn pretty," she said with a crooked smile.

Jen blushed, not knowing what to say. So much had just happened. She turned to leave the bathroom. Almost impulsively, Monique grabbed her arm and brought her face close to Jen's. "I know you like really big cocks," Monique breathed into Jen's ear, causing the young blonde to shudder. "But you haven't lived until you've felt a woman's tongue against your clit."