I met my friend at the club like we agreed. She was there to be my wingman... wing woman.
"I can't believe your husband finally agreed to this," she told me.
"Me either. But I can't help but think I'm so lucky, and that something's up. I don't know why?"
"Don't think... it will do you no good. Just enjoy. So, do you know what you're looking for?"
"I was hoping you had some ideas. I mean, you're the wild one of our group. I figured you'd know what I can get."
"You can get anything you want. You're hot... and guys like married chicks. You've only forgotten how hot you are because you're married."
"And a mom."
"A hot mamma... You're a total MILF, and you should go with it."
I blushed. I mean, my husband had told me as well. But I wasn't sure if he was just saying it. Each time I looked in the mirror, I saw every wrinkle, no matter how small, or the fact they came from a life of laugher and joy.
And now, I was being given permission, even encouraged, to enjoy other parts of my life... my sexuality.
"So does you husband want you with any one type?"
"No, he just said to make sure I come back throughly pleased, and ready for him to ravage me again."
She lifted her eyes at that. "Oh really, and you don't have any ideas?"
"Honest, I thought I might just jump the first person that comes on to me."
"I was hoping you'd say that," she said as she looked into my eyes. She pulled me into her and kissed me open mouth. We were at the end of the bar, and she reached up and cupped my breast, pulling my top to the side so she could access it easier.
I felt her bare hand on my naked flesh and a tingle ran through my body.
I pulled back, surprised. "What?"
Her hand was still on my breast.
"So, one of two things is going to happen. A, I'm the first one to hit on you, and as you know, I enjoy the occasional girl, and you can be my next little conquest, or I can be your first, depending upon how you look at it. Either way, I promise you a night you'll never forget. Or B, as you can see, several guys have noticed you... us... and we can have our pick."
She pinched my nipple just a bit. I noticed it was hard, and how much I enjoyed it. I wasn't expecting to enjoy it.
"Your husband said to enjoy yourself. You're not looking for a mate, just someone to hookup with, so why not?"
I must admit, from a purely physical response, I couldn't answer that question. Yet, I had never been with a girl. Never even thought about it, not even during my experimental college phase where I had a couple of threesomes and one night flings.
I swallowed hard. I wanted to say yes, but was scared to. She just kept gently fondling my breast, knowing how horny it was making me.
"I'll need to be drunker than I am for that," I heard my voice saying. I couldn't believe that I said it. I was shocked.
My friend smiled as she ordered a couple of shots.
I looked at her and threw my head back, taking all the liquid courage in one gulp. "One more."
She ordered another round and settled up. A couple of guys walked over to us.
"Maybe next time," she told them. "Tonight, she's mine!" she said as she walked away, leading me by the hand.
I pulled my top back on correctly, so I quit flashing the entire bar as she led me by the hand outside.
She had already ordered us an Uber when she pulled me in tight and kissed me. "You're going to love this," she said.
"And if I don't?"
"Then you can spank me," she said as we got into the car.
"But you'll like that."
"Yeah I will," she said.
The driver looked both surprised and excited about what might happen. However, we only kissed in the back seat of his car. We got out and gave him five stars as we walked up to her apartment. I'm sure he had a boner as well, but what else can you expect when a guy sees two girls making out?
She pulled me inside, and before I could ask for more booze, she started to kiss me again. This time, instead of just moving my shirt aside, she removed it, exposing my breasts to the cool air. My nipples grew hard, but it was from her sucking on them, not the cool air.
I held her head against my breasts, allowing her to continue to suck on them.
"You know, you're going to have to let go of my head if you want to get to the really fun stuff."
I blushed and did as she requested. She went straight for my pants and pushed me down onto her sofa. With my legs up in the air, she pulled my pants and panties off.
She kissed me as someone other than my husband penetrated me for the first time in ... well, too long a time, I decided. Even though it was just a finger, it felt really good.
"I should have done this a long time ago," I confided in my friend.
"Yes. Yes, you should have." She resumed kissing me as she brought me to my first orgasm.
As it faded, I went to get up.
"Where are you going?"
"But, I'm done."
"No girl. We don't believe in a single orgasm around here," she said. She led me to her bedroom, removing her top as she did. I climbed onto her bed as she took off her skirt and panties.
"Here, we have as many orgasms as we can."
"So, what does that mean?"
"Last girl I was with didn't leave till she had eight."
"Eight!?"
"Yeah, she was a lightweight. I like even more. And I'm not afraid to put in the work, especially if you are."
"Eight?!" I repeated. I've never had eight in a weekend, let alone a day, or even just a night.
"Just leave it to me, and when you're ready, you can jump in to return the favor."
I nodded my head as she kissed down my body and parted my legs. I knew what was coming next, and nothing could quite prepare me for someone who knew what they were doing.
I only had that evening to spend with her. My husband wanted me home to sleep with him that night, but I still had more than eight. It was a record, and I would start making my husband please me more when we did things together.
And yes, I went down on my friend that first night. I kissed my husband and let him taste her on my lips.
"Is that?" He asked me, a little confused.
"You said I could pick anyone. I tried something completely different. I hope you don't mind."
"Mind? Never! I just wish I could have seen the two of you together?"
"Maybe later. For now, it's just you and me, bub, and let's say a high bar has been set."
I smiled as he realized what that meant. He then I watched as he got to work.
He wasn't as familiar with the female body was as my friend is, but he'll learn. I'm confident about that.
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"I can't believe your husband finally agreed to this," she told me.
"Me either. But I can't help but think I'm so lucky, and that something's up. I don't know why?"
"Don't think... it will do you no good. Just enjoy. So, do you know what you're looking for?"
"I was hoping you had some ideas. I mean, you're the wild one of our group. I figured you'd know what I can get."
"You can get anything you want. You're hot... and guys like married chicks. You've only forgotten how hot you are because you're married."
"And a mom."
"A hot mamma... You're a total MILF, and you should go with it."
I blushed. I mean, my husband had told me as well. But I wasn't sure if he was just saying it. Each time I looked in the mirror, I saw every wrinkle, no matter how small, or the fact they came from a life of laugher and joy.
And now, I was being given permission, even encouraged, to enjoy other parts of my life... my sexuality.
"So does you husband want you with any one type?"
"No, he just said to make sure I come back throughly pleased, and ready for him to ravage me again."
She lifted her eyes at that. "Oh really, and you don't have any ideas?"
"Honest, I thought I might just jump the first person that comes on to me."
"I was hoping you'd say that," she said as she looked into my eyes. She pulled me into her and kissed me open mouth. We were at the end of the bar, and she reached up and cupped my breast, pulling my top to the side so she could access it easier.
I felt her bare hand on my naked flesh and a tingle ran through my body.
I pulled back, surprised. "What?"
Her hand was still on my breast.
"So, one of two things is going to happen. A, I'm the first one to hit on you, and as you know, I enjoy the occasional girl, and you can be my next little conquest, or I can be your first, depending upon how you look at it. Either way, I promise you a night you'll never forget. Or B, as you can see, several guys have noticed you... us... and we can have our pick."
She pinched my nipple just a bit. I noticed it was hard, and how much I enjoyed it. I wasn't expecting to enjoy it.
"Your husband said to enjoy yourself. You're not looking for a mate, just someone to hookup with, so why not?"
I must admit, from a purely physical response, I couldn't answer that question. Yet, I had never been with a girl. Never even thought about it, not even during my experimental college phase where I had a couple of threesomes and one night flings.
I swallowed hard. I wanted to say yes, but was scared to. She just kept gently fondling my breast, knowing how horny it was making me.
"I'll need to be drunker than I am for that," I heard my voice saying. I couldn't believe that I said it. I was shocked.
My friend smiled as she ordered a couple of shots.
I looked at her and threw my head back, taking all the liquid courage in one gulp. "One more."
She ordered another round and settled up. A couple of guys walked over to us.
"Maybe next time," she told them. "Tonight, she's mine!" she said as she walked away, leading me by the hand.
I pulled my top back on correctly, so I quit flashing the entire bar as she led me by the hand outside.
She had already ordered us an Uber when she pulled me in tight and kissed me. "You're going to love this," she said.
"And if I don't?"
"Then you can spank me," she said as we got into the car.
"But you'll like that."
"Yeah I will," she said.
The driver looked both surprised and excited about what might happen. However, we only kissed in the back seat of his car. We got out and gave him five stars as we walked up to her apartment. I'm sure he had a boner as well, but what else can you expect when a guy sees two girls making out?
She pulled me inside, and before I could ask for more booze, she started to kiss me again. This time, instead of just moving my shirt aside, she removed it, exposing my breasts to the cool air. My nipples grew hard, but it was from her sucking on them, not the cool air.
I held her head against my breasts, allowing her to continue to suck on them.
"You know, you're going to have to let go of my head if you want to get to the really fun stuff."
I blushed and did as she requested. She went straight for my pants and pushed me down onto her sofa. With my legs up in the air, she pulled my pants and panties off.
She kissed me as someone other than my husband penetrated me for the first time in ... well, too long a time, I decided. Even though it was just a finger, it felt really good.
"I should have done this a long time ago," I confided in my friend.
"Yes. Yes, you should have." She resumed kissing me as she brought me to my first orgasm.
As it faded, I went to get up.
"Where are you going?"
"But, I'm done."
"No girl. We don't believe in a single orgasm around here," she said. She led me to her bedroom, removing her top as she did. I climbed onto her bed as she took off her skirt and panties.
"Here, we have as many orgasms as we can."
"So, what does that mean?"
"Last girl I was with didn't leave till she had eight."
"Eight!?"
"Yeah, she was a lightweight. I like even more. And I'm not afraid to put in the work, especially if you are."
"Eight?!" I repeated. I've never had eight in a weekend, let alone a day, or even just a night.
"Just leave it to me, and when you're ready, you can jump in to return the favor."
I nodded my head as she kissed down my body and parted my legs. I knew what was coming next, and nothing could quite prepare me for someone who knew what they were doing.
I only had that evening to spend with her. My husband wanted me home to sleep with him that night, but I still had more than eight. It was a record, and I would start making my husband please me more when we did things together.
And yes, I went down on my friend that first night. I kissed my husband and let him taste her on my lips.
"Is that?" He asked me, a little confused.
"You said I could pick anyone. I tried something completely different. I hope you don't mind."
"Mind? Never! I just wish I could have seen the two of you together?"
"Maybe later. For now, it's just you and me, bub, and let's say a high bar has been set."
I smiled as he realized what that meant. He then I watched as he got to work.
He wasn't as familiar with the female body was as my friend is, but he'll learn. I'm confident about that.
Please like and/or sharing the story for others to find. Thanks.
Like stories like this, try one of our collections of short stories, like The Bachelorette Party: A Wild Night in Vegas (https://amzn.to/3lpWkLK), available on Amazon. Each book has 10 or more short stories in it designed to get your blood pumping in the best ways possible. All of our books are free under the Kindle Unlimited plan, or really cheap for those with just the kindle. (Kindle app is available under on your preferred app store, as well as your computer.)
Want to see everything that's available: Jamie's Erotic Book Collection (https://amzn.to/2wUExm4)
And don't forget there are a couple of awesome Kindle Vella stories there as well.
Tags: #hotwife #bisex #fingering #pussylicking #milf #club
