Average Wifey Files #25

Kathleen decided to break the mid-afternoon, friendly, relaxing chat over their coffees at her kitchen table with what was making her heart race. "I found something in Michael's desk drawer yesterday when I was looking for the checkbook."

Jennifer lowered the cup from her lips, wide-eyed and curious. Everyone admired Michael. He was charismatic and successful, yet incredibly humble and real. He made everyone feel like they were his best friend. And, he was never shy about reminding people how much he adored Kathleen, his wife. "What did you find, Kathleen?"

Jennifer's mind was racing at the possibilities in the brief seconds of silence before Kathleen answered.

"A journal."

"A journal?"

"Yes. A journal that he started about six months ago."

Jennifer shifted on the edge of her seat, inquisitive beyond measure. "Six months ago? What did you read? What does he write about?"

"Oh Jennifer, it is x-rated." As Kathleen's eyes dropped, Jennifer's mind raced even faster as the silence hung in the air; silence as Kathleen's mind wandered to the text of that journal for a brief instant; secretly replaying those words in her mind without a hint of the contents revealed to Jennifer.

...watching Kathleen on the balcony this morning overlooking the beach, admiring her from behind. What an amazing ass. And the way she stood there in her yoga pants and halter top, it was as if she were inviting my eyes, anyone's eyes, to devour her. As if her sweet married pussy was saying, "snack time anyone?" Even though I know her sweet innocence would never make that offer to anyone but me, I couldn't help but think about it. Knowing her breasts were braless under her top... perhaps the bottom falling far enough away from her tummy that someone walking below could look up, and get a peek of the lower curve of those fucking tits. Was a great moment; inspired a great fuck of her moments later!

"By x-rated you mean, like fantasy stuff, or..." her voice going quiet in search of a discreet conclusion to that sentence. The awkward silence allowed her to borrow time before saying, "... or real life stuff?"

Jennifer was studying Kathleen for any clues to her mood in light of this discovery. What did she know? What was she feeling?

Finally, Kathleen spoke softly as if she were about to sing a lullaby. "I want to say fantasy stuff, but there are plenty of thoughts in there that blend the two; kind of blur the lines between what is real and what is fantasy."

Jennifer waited, unsure how exactly to interact with her dear friend in this bombshell of a moment in her life. Jennifer wanted to be supportive, but she was very apprehensive. This was a very dangerous topic. She was unsure how exactly to proceed. She certainly could not appear to be too eager for sordid details.

Kathleen continued, almost whispering. "He is very explicit... very graphic." Again her mind secretly returned to the trail of his words.

...yesterday I wondered what it would be like to stand behind my lover, hands on her hips, nuzzling at her neck as I peel her shorts open...her flesh feeling just like velvet as my hands smooth lower between her panties and pussy...

Jennifer wanted to know more. She needed to know more. There was too much on the line; too much unknown. She could feel her heart beating like a village war drum thumping out a warning of impending conflict.

Kathleen's words were cool, almost calculated, as she muttered delicately, "Jennifer, I know things I wish I didn't." Looking up and directly into Jennifer's eyes Kathleen emphasized the point; "naughty things."

Jennifer felt her body silently fighting off a shiver or two as Kathleen's words hung in the air. Both of them sitting at the table. Both of them curling their hands around their coffee cups laying flat on the table, as if warming themselves around a fire.

...smiling as I watched her in our shower; her naked body standing where Kathleen does; her creamy white flesh glistening as the water danced on it; those huge pink nipples topping her jiggling 36d tits almost identical to Kathleen's 36c tits; shaving her pussy as I watched, my mind bouncing back and forth between lusts for my lover and Kathleen...I was torn, I wanted to fuck them both...so I did. Well at least in my mind I did.

To Jennifer the 23 seconds of silence before Kathleen spoke again seemed like hours because Jennifer was tongue-tied, stunned in her paralysis, shocked by this revelation.

Finally, Kathleen said, "He has no idea that I have read it."

Jennifer had too many questions flooding her mind. How much have you read? What does it say? Are you going to tell him? Has he made confessions? What the hell are you going to do?!

Kathleen easily sensed her close friend's turmoil. "Perhaps I should stop."

Jennifer immediately shook her head no and said, "It's okay Kathleen. I am your friend. I want to support you no matter what."

"No matter what?" Kathleen echoed, her blue eyes smoldering with a fiery purpose.

Jennifer swallowed hard at the potential implications of her answer, "Yes Kathleen; no matter what."

Kathleen's voice was calm, but her body was rigid. Her immodest, wear-only-at-home, sheer-white, yoga pants painted her body from waist to ankles with a layer of fabric that seemed to merge with every inch of her flesh.

"He wrote about me, and other women. Some things are confusing because it is like he blends me and the other women together into one."

...she sat adjacent to us at the restaurant table wearing a provocative sweater; plunging V-neck that showed enough cleavage to probably give every guy in the place a hard-on! Then our busty, young waitress, who pinned her name badge right on her left breast daring my eyes to search for her name AND calculate the size of her nipples, asked for my order...club sandwich with V-neck, waitress, Kathleen, my lover would have been perfect at that moment...I looked across the table and mentally fucked her as I finished off my sandwich.

Jennifer was hanging on every word, feeling as if she were being drawn closer and closer to the murky danger lurking in Michael's journal. Invisible shivers inconveniently brushed her tee against her nipples, causing an ever-so-slight delightful sensation.

"He wrote about how he secretly practiced techniques of arousal on me as if I were her."

...my lover stepped from the shower into my arms. I toweled her off, then walked her to the closet, plucking one of Kathleen's tank tops from a hanger and had her slip it on...laid her on our bed...my lover in Kathleen's top...my lover in Kathleen's place...was fun to explore how I could use that top to arouse Kathleen later, how to tease her, how to play with her...

Kathleen's tank top dipped lower at the collar as she leaned forward to take a sip of coffee, barely lifting it from the table as if it held the weight of the world. Normally completely at ease around Jennifer, Kathleen felt a bit self-conscious at the realization that her 36c breasts and cleavage were tantalizingly close.

"He wrote that when he sucked my breasts, he floated to the moments he was suckling at the milky flow of another woman's breasts."

Jennifer felt her aroused nipples tingling, stimulated by the shivering tee and now, now these erotic words and thoughts.

"He wrote about a time he . . ." and Kathleen's voice tailed away, leaving the sentence hanging in the dead silence.

"A time he WHAT, Kathleen?" Jennifer's voice had a tone that almost sounded desperate.

Kathleen continued, "... a time when he touched her intimately while I was in the other room."

...my lover was sitting in the living room chatting with Kathleen when I got home today; I always love seeing them at the same time. So fucking hot. Then Kathleen got a call from her sister and stepped into our bedroom to talk privately...took measure of the moment and invited my lover to follow me into the kitchen...could hear Kathleen's voice down the hallway...lust consumed me...backed her up against the kitchen table...slid my finger down her shorts and under her panties...Kathleen's voice the background soundtrack...

Jennifer felt a thud of shock fall upon her like the weight pinning her coffee cup to the table. She sat motionless. Nipples tingling. As she nervously squirmed in her chair, her soft cotton shorts were pressed so tightly against her pussy that the fabric of both her shorts and panties were diving between her folds. A kaleidoscope of emotions were in full bloom. She tried to find words that would put Kathleen at ease while feeding her own rabid curiosity about what was in that damn journal. "So, you know this woman?"

Kathleen's eyes were piercing as she said, "I think I do."

...amazing how my lover knows exactly what I like; as if she and Kathleen compare notes...doggie-fucking her pregnant cunt...

Jennifer did not want to appear ghoulish, but she had to know! Trying as hard as possible to put it politely, she dared to be direct. "Kathleen, who do you think she is?"

Jennifer's heart was beating hard enough to make her milk-filled breasts jiggle.

Kathleen chose her words very carefully. "I think, , , I think it is a woman we both know."

Jennifer wanted to scream, but did her best to endure Kathleen's hesitant and almost cryptic cadence with a sense of poise. "WE both know; by 'we' you mean you and Michael?"

Kathleen shook her head and said, "No, I mean YOU and I."

If awkward silence could fill a room to the point of blowing out the walls like an explosion, the entire house would have been leveled. Jennifer knew she had to ask.

She had to ask because she had to know.

She had to ask because Kathleen was obviously demanding it.

As she tried to summon up the nerve to speak, Jennifer could not help but admire Kathleen's composure. She inwardly marveled at how calm she appeared.

"Who is it, Kathleen?"

"Are you sure you want me to tell you?"

Jennifer nodded yes.

"He never uses her name; just calls her 'my lover'."

Jennifer managed a secret sigh of relief.

"He seems obsessed with making her and I into one. A single body for the object of his secret lusts."

Jennifer hung on every word.

"He wrote erotic details of her body, of my body, as if we were inseparable in his mind."

...her meaty folds are so full, just like Kathleen...when I suck those cunt-lips, if I close my eyes I have no idea which one it is - my lover or Kathleen? And when she rolls her huge pink nipples over my precum-smeared cocktip, it is impossible to feel a difference...

Jennifer trembled at Kathleen's word foreplay leading up to the moment of climax.

Kathleen was not aroused, but she felt the rush of competition, of jealousy, of the rage to be Michael's only love. She was desperate to best this other woman, to defeat this rival. What was inside of her was unleashing an unhealthy mix of adrenalin and sexual desire.

"Things may never be the same if I tell you."

Jennifer's eyes had the look of terror as she absorbed those words.

"You may never look at Michael the same; you may never look at ME the same."

Jennifer's mind and body were twisted to the limit, about to snap if Kathleen were to screw another phrase of foreplay into the moment.

...almost a fucking curse now; every time my lover is in our home, I see her and Kathleen as one fuckable delight; two pussies but one fuck; two sets of delicious tits but one long grope; two mouths for my one cock...

Jennifer knew. She fought it with all her might, but she knew. She knew who the other woman was.

Kathleen waited, studying Jennifer's countenance. Deliberating if she should really go through with this daring unveiling. Trying to conceive what might follow, what might come of such a betrayal of secrets.

Jennifer's muffled voice, her head now downcast and avoiding eye-contact with Kathleen, pleaded with the meekness of a lamb. "Tell me, Kathleen. Say it."

Somewhere in an office miles away Michael was finishing up his work and ready to call it a day, utterly clueless to what was about to be birthed in his kitchen. By his wife. By his lover. By Jennifer.

With an assassins steel nerve, Kathleen finally spoke. "Jennifer."

...my lover surprised me today. Stopped by the office to say 'hi'...wearing a pair of Kathleen's shorts and tank top. Shut the office door and fucked her right there on my desk, never removing Kathleen's shorts or top...was a double treat...

Jennifer's heart skipped a beat at Kathleen's pause, her skin crawling as her mind frantically tried to discern whether this was a dramatic pause or a complete statement. Her fears of what was written in that journal giving way to an even greater fear; what was happening?

Kathleen repeated, "Jennifer . . .

Another pause. Jennifer twisting in the wind.

". . . Jennifer, I need to know."

Another pause, nearly driving Jennifer to leap from her chair and fall at Kathleen's feet.

"... I need to know for sure. I need you to tell me."

Jennifer nearly convulsed. Kathleen possessed a laser-like focus.

"I need you to stop." Kathleen paused. Jennifer held her breath bracing herself. She wanted to run away, but she felt naked and exposed, unable to find any shelter.

Kathleen continued. "I need you to stop and listen to me carefully."

Jennifer could not fight back the tears any longer. Her moist panties splitting her pussy were no longer amused. Her ripe nipples no longer tingled, but ached.

Kathleen then said, "Jennifer, you are the one I have trusted more than anyone."

Jennifer began to weep. Kathleen's eyes now tearing up at the incredible outpouring of emotion displayed by Jennifer.

"I need you now more than ever."

Jennifer heard those words, but was confused to interpret them. "Need ME?"

"Yes. You."

Jennifer stammered, "What do you mean?"

"He cannot know what I know. I must have an alliance with you. A joining of forces to sleuth out the truth from him."

Jennifer tried to collect her thoughts. Was she hearing Kathleen right?

"He cannot know what WE know, Jennifer. We have to work together as a secret team. We need to double team him, as one, yet separately."

Jennifer tried to shake the confusing buzz in her mind. "Work together ... separately?"

"Yes. Exactly." Kathleen glowed with a sense of quiet confidence.

Jennifer cleared her throat, wiped her eyes, and dug deep to ask, "The other woman, Kathleen. You said WE know her."

Jennifer let the statement hang in the air, hoping Kathleen would pick up.

"Yes. We know her. But, WE must find a way of luring him into admitting it."

Jennifer felt as if she were caught in a multilayered web of deceit. The more her mind struggled to find a way of escape, the more bound up she became.

"We will fight fire with fire. He has formed this perverted, erotic image of us as one..."

Again Jennifer dangled in agony at another of Kathleen's well-placed pauses.

"... and now WE shall counter that with our own twisted alliance, the two of us working as one on him."

Jennifer gave up trying to figure out what Kathleen knew... what Kathleen meant... what Kathleen was doing. She was collapsing with a fatigue that left her in a puddle of submission.

"Can I trust you, Jennifer?"

Jennifer was utterly bewildered; just about everything Kathleen had said to her there at the kitchen table seemed unnerving. Even this question was robust with self-incriminating potential. But Jennifer was beaten. She could only melt to the will of her dear friend, no matter how ravaged she felt.

"Yes, Kathleen."

A calm smile crossed Kathleen's mouth. "Good. And you will have to trust me as well. You do understand that, don't you?"

Jennifer nodded yes.

"Good. Then I would like to get started. Go ahead and help yourself to our shower. I believe there are things in my closet you can change into, right dear?"

Jennifer twisted. "I don't know. Perhaps?"

Kathleen stood up and stepped next to Jennifer, reaching out to stroke her hair. "Perhaps indeed."