Vanilla

I was already hot touching Karen's breasts, so this added sensation was quick to put me on a whole new level. It wasn't but a minute after she first put her hands on me that I let in a rather hearty gasp, then exhaled unevenly due to my nerves.

"I guess we should be comfortable touching each other if we're going to do this," Karen said light-heartedly, no doubt trying to cover what we both knew but wouldn't admit was really happening.

Except I didn't know what was happening. What was this? I was enjoying touching her, but I hadn't even considered where that might lead. It had never been an option I was willing to consider. Even now, I had no idea what would or even could happen next.

"What about kissing?" Karen asked.

"What?"

"Kissing. We never really talked about it. Some people think that's too personal. Did you want to kiss me...I mean, want him to kiss me?"

The mistake had certainly been exactly that--a mistake. But it was also obvious. I caught the slip, and I knew Karen knew that. So it was definitely on both of our minds when I answered.

"Yeah, you can kiss him."

"Would he like this?" she asked next. "What we're doing? Would he want to watch us...play with each other?"

Now this had been pretty clear from the beginning. I wasn't going to be bi in this threesome, and Karen had said she wasn't into that either. But what we were doing, fondling each other's breasts, didn't seem bi. Just very personal. And I knew Mike would have a much better experience if Karen and I would touch each other now and then. He'd probably want us both to suck him at the same time even, so our lips and even tongues might touch. As far as us doing anything together without him, however, was another story.

"He'd love it," I said. "But...how far would you want to go?"

That wasn't the question I wanted to ask. It left too many things open. Things I had always been unwilling to do. Fortunately Karen didn't answer, as if she read my mistake and knew I regretting having asked it. We both looked at each other, understanding though still confused, still massaging each other's breasts.

I'm not sure who moved in first, but it was then that we kissed. It was soft and slow, starting with just the lips but moving onto tongues rather suddenly. It lasted long, too, because neither of us, I could tell, wanted it to end.

When we finally pulled apart, I watched Karen, blushing, lick my taste off of her moist lips and give a bashful smile.

"Should we do that?"

"Yeah..."

We kissed again, slowly and softly. Only this one lasted longer, and our tongues probed deeper. I was still kissing her when I slid my hands off her breast and around her sides to her back, pulling her gently toward me. Our kiss grew in intensity with every inch closer we came to each other, and then Karen had her hands on my back, and our mouths were fully together. We were making out. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing.

It was hard to concentrate. I kept telling myself to pull away and say something, anything, just to end this moment. But my body wouldn't respond and it felt so good. We leaned toward each other and even scooted closer until our knees touched and we could scoot no further, but that wasn't enough. I rose up on my knees, and Karen must have thought to do it at the same time because she didn't follow my lead--she was right up with me. Our bodies came together and we fully embraced, and the touch of her soft, warm skin against mine in the cool air of the room was too much to bear...for both of us. We broke the kiss and panted into each other's ear, still holding one another.

A million thoughts running.

The electricity pulsing through my body as I reveled in Karen's naked touch seemed to take on a life of its own. For a while we weren't moving, but I was responding as if we were all over each other. My skin tingled and buzzed with delight. I felt a warm throbbing between my legs. I held Karen tighter. My breath caught in my throat, I gasped, but then I couldn't hear her breath anymore, and that scared me. Had I done all this? Had I forced myself on her, and was she just trying not to make me feel bad about it, letting me down as slowly and easily as possible?

For a moment I believed that, and I should have let her go, but I didn't. She felt too good. Instead I whispered into her ear with a voice so shaky I didn't even recognize it as my own.

"I'm sorry."

There was a sharp intake of breath right after I spoke--hers, not mine--as if I had touched a very sensitive nerve. And then Karen slipped her hand down the small of my back, around the outside curve of my ass, down, and then under, until her fingers found the soft, soaking wet spot between my thighs.

This was her denying my apology. It was also an invitation to which my body responded before my mind could even register.

I threw myself back at least as much as she pushed me back. I moaned in spite of wanting to be as quiet as possible, and she lowered herself, attacking. She grabbed my hips as I spread my legs. I caught myself with my arms before going fully on my back, partly because I wanted to see this, and partly because I didn't want to wait the half-second it would've taken to get myself off my knees and laying down.

Her tongue found my clit as if it had followed a map, and I moaned and gasped and panted. The physical sensation was to die for, but even better than that was the newness of it all, the taboo feeling, the knowledge that I was not supposed to be doing this, and the anticipation of whatever was yet to come. I hated thinking it even then, but I was sure that I had never been eaten to such pleasure before.

Karen licked and nibbled me with care, and yet she wasn't timid about it either. That made it all the more surprising when she came up to me, face to face and breathing heavily, a wild but concerned look in her eyes.

"Should we be doing this?"

I responded by throwing my tongue between her wet lips, then quickly sliding down below her while guiding her over me. I flipped my legs out from under myself as I laid back and moved her up. Her big, milky breasts swung into my face, and I kissed at them with a wide open mouth. They bounced against me, but then I caught one, sucked it furiously, but I didn't have the nipple, so I lapped at her skin until I found it, hard and satisfying, but not in a way that made me at all satiated.

My mind was firmly on getting to Karen's crotch, but for a while I couldn't tear myself away from those soft, pillowy breasts. I'd always understood why women liked to have theirs sucked because I, myself, enjoyed the feeling. But I'd never comprehended the obsession men had with sucking boobs. I always questioned what was in it for them, other than maybe the knowledge of making the woman feel good. But now I understood completely, even if I still didn't know enough to explain it. It just felt right, and I loved it.

I locked onto one of Karen's breasts with my lips, then flipped and flicked my tongue over her hard nipple. I slobbered all over her chest. I felt her reaching between our bodies with one hand and palming one of my breasts, then toying with my nipple. Sparks flew, making me shudder. I pulled her down onto me, guiding her by her hips, until her soft bush and the hot flesh around it rubbed against my tummy.

I thought I would've enjoyed that for a while, but all it did was set me off. Suddenly I needed to have my mouth on Karen's pussy, and I grabbed her by her generously proportioned, beautiful ass and pushed her up until her crotch was over me, smelling strongly of her arousal and almost dripping wet. I licked and sucked at her intensely. She pushed herself against me in return, then moved back and forth, humping my face. She tasted sweet, but it wasn't the taste I was after. It wasn't even the feeling of the soft folds of her delicate flesh against my lips and tongue. It was the act itself. Moaning, I consumed her.

Karen continued to hump my face as I probed her with my tongue, until eventually we found a nice rhythm that really got her groaning. She was rubbing back and forth, grinding her clit against my nose, and each time she did it she moaned again, each one louder than before, and followed by a deeper gasp. Then, suddenly, she tried to get off me, but I held her firmly by the ass; hearing her getting off on my face was not something I wanted to end.

"Trish," she said, panicked. "Trish, Trish!"

Minutes earlier I would've assumed she wanted me to stop, that she was having second thoughts and that everything had scared her. But when she said my name, something imperceptible about the way she said it told a completely different story. I knew what she needed, and suddenly I needed it, too.

I let her off me, but as soon as I did we were together again, kissing again, but more passionately than ever. We held each other, fused our bodies, pressing our wet mounds together and rubbing, rubbing, grinding, slapping, until we found a position and rhythm that felt so good it was almost unbearable. My clit was on fire, and from the way she sucked my tongue I knew Karen's was, too. We humped and humped, the well padded bed being miraculously quiet as we neared orgasm.

Out of nowhere came a voice. Mike's. Not in the bedroom. Not that close. The kitchen, by the backdoor. He'd just come home and had called for me.

We could have just quickened our pace and finished each other off and tried to figure out things later. We could have tried to fool ourselves into thinking that this was still for Mike, and simply stopped cold and covered up our forbidden rendezvous. But instead we took route number three: postponement.

"Hey, I'm just changing," I shouted, not letting go of Karen's body even a little. The only reason I even stopped kissing her was so I could hear whatever Mike might say back and respond appropriately. I needed to buy some time. "I put a towel and some clothes out for you by the shower."

Mike used the basement shower to bathe. It was the "his" bathroom. I had laid out a towel, but there were no clothes. Hopefully he would take the hint: take a shower and come back naked. I listened for footsteps, because if he didn't bite and came into the room to check on me before heading downstairs, it was all over. My body should have been frozen with tension, but Karen and I couldn't help but continue to rub against each other, clitorises virtually attached.

But after a long minute, we both heard the water rushing through the pipes downstairs. Not a second after and we were kissing and humping again, this time with a new intensity. I knew Mike took short showers, and Karen sensed my urgency. We fucked as hard as we could, our bodies slapping wetly, our pussies rubbing raw. Karen's big tits bounced between us, trying to get free of the trap of our torsos. I felt her whole body jiggle, and I squeezed my fingers into the soft flesh of her ass.

With the only person to hear us deafened by a floor and a full spray of water, we didn't let back. Karen and I screamed and cried into each other's mouths, we called out for more, for God, for each other. Though it comes natural for me to close my eyes during sex, this time I kept them open, wanting to see the person--the woman--I was doing this with. And Karen watched me, too.

I wondered if I would ever crave something the way I craved the sexy, plushy woman at that moment. I didn't just want to orgasm. I wanted her, to be with her, to never let go and never let all these feelings, physical and mental, to ever, ever end.

But it had to, and in spectacular fashion, we erupted together in orgasm: screaming, sweating, gasping, shuddering. My climax didn't seem to originate from my crotch, thighs, and up my spine like usual. It came from everywhere--the tips of my fingers, my back, my neck, my knees. It was hard not to just start spasming out of control. Instead, I just held onto Karen tighter, as she did to me. And we kissed and kissed.

That should have been the end, and I think a large part of both of us wanted it to be. I could tell Karen wanted to leave, not because she was ashamed of what had occurred, but because it was something life-changing, and to go through with Mike's surprise after finding out something like this about oneself was just too much. I knew she felt this way because I felt the same about myself.

But to avoid Mike's surprise, we would've had to have quickly cleaned up, dressed, erased any trace of Karen having been there, and made sure she got out the door before Mike got out of the shower. It might have been possible. But Karen and I, we didn't even try. Laying in the bed, wet with perspiration and still trembling from orgasm, we clung to each other as if there wasn't another thing for us to do. We kissed more, each time with tongues, addicted to each other's taste.

Mike took a long shower, allowing us to relax and melt in each other's arms. When we heard the water shut off, reality snapped back into the moment. He could be up here, ready for his birthday fun, in a matter of seconds. There was no time to talk about what happened. No time to cover up Karen's having been there. We were going to have to go through with it. So we composed ourselves as best we could, straightened up the bed, and downed another glass of margarita each to help wash down the taste of pussy before Mike was allowed to notice. We stared at the closed bedroom door, saying nothing.

Seconds ticked by. Minutes. Karen's nipples had softened and shrunk when we had gotten ready for Mike's arrival, but now they were getting hard again, and I knew it wasn't thoughts of my husband that was doing that to her. Mine hardened again, too, and the only person I wanted to touch them right then was in the room with me.

I scooted closer beside her until our thighs touched.

"The stairs creak," I said. "We'll hear him when he comes up."

We kissed, softly, but no less hungrily. I put my hand to Karen's crotch, pushed a finger inside of her while rubbing my thumb through her soft, vanilla pubes. She spread her thighs and grinded slowly but firmly against my hand, which was shaking from the excitement.

"I never wanted to do that," she said apologetically. The kissing stopped. The finger fucking and grinding did not.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked genuinely. I feared I was assuming too much.

Karen reassured me by placing her hand on my hand, pushing me deeper inside of her.

"Have you...ever done this?" she asked.

"I never even let it enter my mind. I'm just as surprised as you are. If not more."

"I wouldn't, um...I would like to do it again...with you."

"I don't want Mike to know," I said, shaking my head and wondering why that was true.

"I won't tell," she said. And then Karen kissed me.

She had her head between my legs half a minute later. She moved slowly, taking the time to explore me. I held a hand to the top of her head, not to guide her but to feel her moving against me. I curled my fingers in her hair when I finally climaxed against her tongue. My chest heaved as I panted through it, and Karen rubbed her hands across my sweaty stomach.

She kept licking me until I was well past my orgasm. Then she looked up at me sadly.

"I don't know if I can still do this with Mike. My head just isn't in it."

I knew what she was saying because again we were on the same page. She wasn't suddenly lesbian. She was just enjoying this new experience and didn't want a dick interrupting. As much as I love my husband and love pleasing him, I wasn't ready for him, either.

But finally we both heard the stairs creak. There wasn't much we could do. And then a thought struck me, and I kissed Karen one more time.

"Trust me," I said. "Just trust me and I'll make it worth your while."

I touched her soft, vanilla bush once again, giving me goosebumps as I imagined what was about to happen...