"It Only Seems Fair" (closed)

[PollyWannaCracker]

"It Only Seems Fair"

(A note about the images below: it should be understood that Christine's apparent happiness in her image is out of context for the scene. You'll understand when you get to it.)


Paula Hamilton loved these lazy, blue sky afternoons at her lover's home. Robert Cooper lived in a beautiful, four bedroom ranch style home that included a small gym, a steam room, and a pool room. A large living area with floor to ceiling windows looked out upon the beauty and wonder of a wide, sandy beach and the Pacific Ocean beyond it.

Out back, between the house to the east and the beachside cliff to the west were a salt water swimming pool and a Jacuzzi, which "Polly" (as Robert and most others called her) was about to slip into for a nice, warm soak. To the north and south of the back yard were tall hedges providing privacy from the neighbors. Well groomed roses and rhodies and other flowering plants completed the beauty and serenity of the scene.

There was only one thing out here at the moment that Polly could have done without on what, until now, had been a wonderful Saturday afternoon: Robert's wife.

Christine Cooper was supposed to have been at her mother's home for the weekend, more than 100 miles inland. She did this often for a variety of reasons: her mother had been ill, her father had broken his foot, her sister had gotten married, again! She would leave Friday nights and not return until Sunday afternoon, plenty of time for Polly and Robert to enjoy themselves.

The two of them had met over a year ago, at a hotel lounge during one of the conventions he'd attended. They'd spent that night fucking and sucking to their hearts content, thinking it would be just a one night stand. No harm, no foul they'd agreed, despite the fact that each of them had had at least one significant other at the time: Robert had, of course, been married, and Polly had been engaged to a man from her office while also sleeping with a woman in the apartment across the hall.

But then Polly's employer had offered her a transfer to the city in which Robert lived and worked, and she'd taken the job without hesitation. The fire of that one night simply couldn't be forgotten, and not only did they rekindle it with a second encounter months later but they had been feeding it fuel nearly every weekend since.

Polly and Robert had been very careful in conducting their affair. Now, however, the shapely, dark skinned, 21 year old Polly was staring at Robert's tall, very beautiful, very blonde wife as she stood in the open sliding glass doors.

All Polly could do was sit there and stare back, unsure of just what she was supposed to say or do. She'd had affairs with married or engaged men in the past, and she'd even been caught twice before this. But over the past few weeks, Polly had been developing a sense of regret in this particular affair.

Robert often talked about his wife, which wasn't uncommon amongst Polly's married lovers. In most of those cases, Polly had come to understand that the wives had been partly or greatly responsible for their husbands seeking out other women. In Robert's case, though, Polly could find no fault with his wife. According to Robert, Christine was a wonderful woman, a wonderful wife, and (before he'd lost interest in her) a wonderful lover.

So, essentially, when you really sat down and thought about it, Robert was a prick. Polly very much enjoyed her time with him, and he was a fantastic and conscientious lover. But Polly had actually begun to feel sorry for his wife, for Christine. Oh, she hadn't been planning on doing anything about it, of course. Polly liked coming here, liked her weekends at the beach, and liked the sex that came with it.

But now???

 

[siobhancan99]

Christine looked out along the back deck, regarding her replacement for a long moment then meeting the girl's gaze with one of her own. She wasn't sure how she'd feel at this moment, being in the other woman's presence. Mostly, she felt a deep and abiding sense of shame for having been that woman ten years ago. Robert liked them young, apparently. She had been. She had been only 20 when they'd met and 22 when they married. Robert had been twice her age.


The girl looked to be about the same. Curvy, exotic looking. Bob's first wife had been blond like Christine. Blue eyed, all American girl types had seemed to be Bob's preference. She met a few old girlfriends even, and they all shared that sort of Stepford Wife thing. Christine was the first career woman. Bob had wanted her to quit "let me take care of you' but as she looked out on what she assumed would be wife number three, she was glad she had kept her job. She ruminated briefly over whether that had been the problem. The past few years Bob had kept long hours travelling for the firm and Christine had ironically had to work all the harder to keep up with all the changes in HR policy due to the pandemic. She shook her head though ‘he just liked young pussy and you don’t qualify any more’ she thought, though at 30 she had never until this moment thought of herself as anything but.

She disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, returning with a bottle of bourbon and two glasses. She walked over to the nearby table, setting the glasses down and splashing a bit of whiskey into one. She left the bottle and the other glass, not pouring one for Polly but clearly inviting her to do so for herself. She took a long look out over the turbulent water of the Pacific. It matched what was going on below the surface, though her face was as calm as the clear sky. "Bob's at Antonelli's getting a pizza I'm guessing" She sipped her drink, not looking at Polly.

Antonelli's was Bob's favorite, and since he started getting back into shape a few years ago, he'd told her it was off limits. She knew he was getting it on weekends though because she balanced the checking account. "His first wife found that place. It was their place. Then it was our place. Now I guess it is your place."

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

Polly had seen a fair share of pictures of Christine throughout the house during her months of sleeping with the woman's husband, and she'd known that she was a beautiful woman. But looking at her in the flesh now, the 21 year old found the 30 year old surprisingly stunning. She thought to herself, 'How the hell could you not want to fuck that anymore. Prick.'

When Christine wandered back into the house, Polly pulled her feet from the Jacuzzi and padded across to retrieve her robe. But, it wasn't her robe, of course. It was Christine's. Polly hesitated, unsure of whether or not to put it on. It was a beautiful, satin sheen silk number that, because Christine was 6 inches taller than her, barely reached down her body enough to hide her lower womanly features. Robert had always liked it on her, of course. How many times had he reached under the front of it to finger her pussy or bent Polly over the nearest horizontal surface to fuck her from behind as the cloth rose to reveal her full ass?

Instead, Polly wrapped a beach towel around her body. It, like the robe, barely hid her, but it seemed far more appropriate. Christine emerged from the house again. She carried not with a baseball bat or a gun to seek her revenge, as Polly had considered far fetched but still possible. She carried instead a bottle of bourbon and two glasses.

"Bob's at Antonelli's getting a pizza I'm guessing"​

Polly knew of the pizza joint and of Robert's love of it. Ironically, Polly had never been a fan of pizza and instead had insisted on Thai many of the weekends that they ordered in. Most of their meals had, of course, been taken here at the house. Going out on the town always posed a risk of being seen by one of Christine's friends or career associates.

"His first wife found that place. It was their place. Then it was our place. Now I guess it is your place."​

Polly was still unsure of what exactly to do, first because she hadn't expected to be found her by her lover's wife and second because her lover's wife was being so unexpectedly calm about the whole thing.

Finally, though, she said, "I'm sorry."

Polly waited for Christine to look her way. Then, with a sincere tone and expression, she said, "Really, Christine. I am. Not about getting caught. That was inevitable, and, and I would have just shrugged that off as part of life when you're sleeping with a married man. What I'm sorry about is..."

The words caught in Polly's mouth, and she almost feared that her eyes were going to tear up and drain down her cheeks. But she held back the emotions and finished, "I'm sorry I did this to you, Christine. Believe it not, Robert talks about you often, and I have come to realize that you are a good person who didn't deserve this--"

As she felt the tears beginning to well, Polly turned suddenly, heading for the still open doors. She said as he hurried, "I'll go now." And as she entered the house, she called out, "I'm sorry."

Polly went to the guest room that she and Robert used for for their sexual encounters, ironically keeping his and Christine's bed "pure". She quickly began dressing in some more casual clothes for her flight from the property. By now, the tears were running down her cheeks.

 

[siobhancan99]

“Didn’t I?” Christine wasn’t so sure. While she and Robert had never ‘gotten caught’ the affair had definitely culminated in the dissolution of his marriage to Katherine. As Polly retreated into the house, Christine let her for a moment. She downed the rest of her whiskey and grimaced. Truth be told she hated the stuff but Robert liked it and she had the need for something more bracing then her normal bottle of wine. She made her way into the back, after Polly and leaned against the door “What goes around, in this world, comes around. My grandmother used to say that all the time. I always thought it was bullshit.”

She sighed and leaned heavily against the door frame, watching the crying girl pack her things “Bob doesn’t understand the doorbell.” She gestured with her head towards the front door. “I caught a flash of you coming in. Last week. I thought maybe it was a delivery. I had to be sure though because I used to be you. A long time ago.” She closed her eyes and inhaled, then exhaled “So yeah, I didn’t deserve this from you but I can’t say I didn’t deserve it. Katherine would probably say I deserved it. If she knew we didn’t meet during the divorce.”

She looked the girl over again, a pang of jealousy running through her. Nobody was as hot as they were in their early 20s. It seemed unfair. The girl had the man she loved and her stunning young body. Christine had never really been into women, as a general proposition, but she definitely could see what Robert saw in this girl. Her flawless skin. Her big beautiful eyes. Of course her curves were more prominent than Christine’s. “At least you’re fucking hot. I don’t think I could have taken it if you were some sort of bridge troll. But I guess that’s the point isn’t it? You don’t cheat on your wife because the girl understands you.”

While outwardly calm she wanted to scream. She wanted to scream 'How dare you? you fucking whore. How dare you steal my man that I stole first.' But she also wanted to take the girl and hug her and tell her that Robert was the problem. He was the one who couldn’t keep his pecker in his pants. Had she really been the first he cheated on his first wife with? He had sold her on not being understood at home. At his wife stopping being adventurous in bed or even touching him after the kids were born. He bought her books and they talked about them. The sex had always seemed secondary, but maybe the romance had been. She internally poked at that thought like a sore tooth. Maybe she had never meant anything to him. Maybe it had all been a lie.

Or maybe she had let herself go? She didn’t think so. Mentally she compared herself to her coworkers and friends. Maybe Robert was just a bastard. Maybe all of that was true and none of it. She felt as brittle as glass, and the drink she had was no insulation against the tumult of emotions raging inside her.

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

“So yeah, I didn’t deserve this from you but I can’t say I didn’t deserve it. Katherine would probably say I deserved it.”​

Polly didn't know much about Robert's first wife as he hadn't talked to much about her. It would have made him look like a failure or even more of a prick to tell Polly about yet another wife he'd cheated on and very well might lose. But Polly understood what Christine meant about deserving her fate. 'What comes around...' Yeah, she understood that, too.

“At least you’re fucking hot. I don’t think I could have taken it if you were some sort of bridge troll.”​

Polly was still packing her things that were normally kept hidden in a secret little hidey-hole Robert had built in the guest room's closet. She looked up to Christine with a surprised look at the compliment about her looks. Christine was gorgeous. How could she possibly think that Robert had been cheating on her because he wanted someone better looking.

No, Polly wasn't better looking than Christine. She was just "different". Robert had told Polly the night they'd met that she was unlike "any other woman" with whom he'd ever slept. Polly had laughed at the time and pointed out, "You haven't slept with me yet." And, of course, Robert's follow up had been, "You said 'yet', so..."

He'd treasured her body, often spending hours a night simply kissing and caressing and suckling before turning to sucking and fucking it, too. Polly had enjoyed it, of course, not just because he gave so much but because he knew how to give so much so well.

But over time, Polly's feelings about Robert had begun changing, and now as she spoke with the man's wife, she truly began to wonder whether or not she'd ever really known the man.

“But I guess that’s the point isn’t it? You don’t cheat on your wife because the girl understands you.”​

"I meant it when I said I was sorry," Polly said when she came out of the closet with the last of her things packed into her four wheeled carry-on style case and an over the shoulder cloth bag. "I just wanted you to know that Christine. And, just so you know, it's over. Robert and me. I don't know if it means anything to you at this point, but--"

Polly's apology was suddenly cut off by the call of a man's voice from the direction of the front door: "Honey! I'm home!"

Polly's face filled with panic at the realization that Robert had gotten home early. She whispered to Christine, "He went golfing this morning and he wasn't supposed to be back for another hour, at least!"

Surprisingly, Polly moved up closer to the wife of the man's she'd been fucking, asking in desperation, "What do we do? If he sees us here together like this, he'll know that you know, and that'll be so embarrassing to you."

Polly moved even closer, even dropping her bags and reaching out to grasp the other woman's hands in her own. "Christine. I don't want to embarrass you."

Her mind was spinning with options: they could go out there together and confront Robert; Polly could slip out the back and pretend that Christine hadn't caught her here; Christine could slip out instead, pretending to still be in the valley, assuming that her car was parked on the other side of the garage and her husband hadn't seen it; or what???

 

[siobhancan99]

Christine took charge in the instant, mostly to avoid thinking about her own feelings. She shoved the girl's things into her hand "go down to the beach so he can see you but thinks you''ve been down there the whole time. California's beaches are public." She didn't really care for what she thought was the girl's pity, but honestly, she... wanted to talk to her. To at least have the satisfaction of fighting with her, to cry in front of someone and make a scene. Just not at this EXACT moment, or in front of her husband. She didn't know if she wanted to divorce him. There was an ironclad pre-nuptial agreement. She had been young and in love and hadn't really thought twice about signing it. She'd talked to a lawyer this week when she had her suspicions, and he said "You're gonna be out on your ass."

Her salary, which would get her a house like this anywhere else in America, was paltry for SoCal. She'd be lucky to live in a shoebox on a bare six figure income. The interior of the house was all done in her style. Robert worked long hours as a partner at a firm, and he let her taste run the house. She looked the girl in the eye "Just go down to the beach. You can.... i dunno. Go wherever. let him see you down there then... I dunno. if you see me leave you can come back up. If you don't... I don't know" She sort of pushed Polly towards the open window in the room and headed out to meet her husband "hey." she called out. She was met for a moment with silence, and that's when she knew she'd surprised him. She always parked in the garage and he always parked his latest toy in the driveway to show it off.

"I had a headache and turned around. You left the house wide open you goof. anyone could have broken in here" Inwardly she was seething, but she needed to buy time. She needed to have a minute to decide whether to patch things up. Part of that would come from talking to the girl. She hoped she went down to the beach but she suspected she would take the fuck off and never be back. it's what she would have done. Still, some closure, some answers. She needed it. She needed to know what that girl had that she didn't. She needed to know if the girl knew if she was the only one. She knew that the only honest answers she would get certainly wouldn't come from Robert.

"Awww. want me to go get us some pizza?" he offered and she cringed inside at the thought, but put on a brave face "you know what. That sounds good. why don't you go close up the back though, there's a bit of a chill in the air." She looked back to see Polly through the window, sprinting down towards the ocean.

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

"Go down to the beach so he can see you but thinks you've been down there the whole time..."​

Polly was still overcome with panic, and Christine's orders didn't seem to make sense to her. Still, she rolled her wheeled carry-on into the closet and grabbed her shoulder bag and purse and ran for the sliding glass door. When she looked back, Christine was standing in the hall talking to her husband as if nothing was awry.

'How does she do that?' Polly wondered. 'So calm and collected.'

The couple talked about getting pizza, with Christine agreeing to Robert's suggestion. Polly's first thought was that Robert thought she was hiding somewhere in the house, under a bed or in a closet or on the far side of the chopping island in the kitchen. She wondered whether or not she should hoof it to the pizza joint and tell Robert she'd heard Christine arrive and skedaddled.

But as she hurried away from the house, Polly thought 'No, we don't want him to know yet. Christine doesn't want him to know yet, or she would have dragged me out into the hall and screamed WHO THE FUCK IS THIS WHORE?'

Instead, Polly descended the wooden stair case to the beach and hurried out far enough that, looking back, she could see the open sliding glass door. Only seconds later, she saw Robert appear in them. Polly waved excitedly, gestured him to come meet her, then lifted her tank top to flash him her otherwise bared breasts. Then, turning away, she sat on a chunk of driftwood, trembling deep to her core as she wondered 'What the fuck next?'.

She, like Christine, wanted to talk about all that had happened and might happen in the future. Polly had meant it when she'd told the blonde that she was done with Robert. Their breakup had been looming. She knew that. And the smart thing would be to simply split! Forget Robert, forget Christine, forget all about this. Sneak back into the house to get her suitcase or simply leave it there for Robert or Christine to toss out. There wasn't anything in it personal to her. It was just sexy underwear, skimpy bikinis, cosmetics, and sex toys. 'Oh, those!' she thought, wondering whether she really wanted Christine to see them. 'What the hell, I've already done enough damage.'

There was something more, though, something Polly couldn't put her finger on. There was something about Christine that piqued her interest. Polly had a sexual history with other women, something that Robert had always teased that he wanted to 'exploit', aka having a FxMxF threesome. They hadn't because that wasn't Polly's thing.

Despite this history with other women, Polly wasn't thinking right now that this 'feeling' she had was anything of that sort. She simply knew that she wanted to see Christine again.

 

[siobhancan99]

Robert did indeed arrive, almost immediately. He looked up at the house apologetically and wheedled and cajoled. He spun a tale of his wife probably moving to her parents to handle her father and mother's illnesses. He intimated that the marriage might be coming to an end, without saying it. He remained cheerful in his demeanor, and clearly unaware that the cat was out of the bag. Whatever Polly's response, he moved quickly back to the house and headed out to get pizza.

A more defeated and dejected Christine emerged a few minutes later. Her eyes were puffy and red. She had clearly finally let herself cry. She stood a long moment, arms crossed, regarding this interloper. Part of her wanted to rage, to shout her fury at the girl that part of her couldn't stop blaming. Part of her was still visiting harsh recriminations on herself for her own past behavior. Part of her was clinging to the notion that if everything was forgotten, everything could be forgiven.

She sniffed, then looked out at the Pacific. She turned back to Polly. "I blame you. A lot. I blame you a lot and I know that its not fair to you. I hate that I do and maybe right now isn't the best time for us to talk, but... you did fuck my husband so... the least you can do is meet me and... try to help me make sense of all this. To help me understand what was so lacking with me that he had to run around."

She inhales, then exhales "I told him my parents are worse and I'm going to see them for a week. Here's my card. I'd like you to call me if you feel like you can, and we can meet and have coffee and talk like reasonable people when I don't want to scream at you. Or cry. When I can do this with some dignity."

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

Despite having been waiting for him, when Robert arrived it startled Polly, causing her to leap to her feet. Just like he, she looked to the house to see if his wife was watching. Unlike Robert, Polly wasn't supposed to know that Christine was home, so she quickly diverted her eyes back to her lover. 'Former lover', she reminded herself.

He spun this poorly scripted tale that she, of course, knew was total bullshit. Polly wanted to badly to slap him across the face and tell him she knew the truth, but she resisted. She did it for her, and she did it for Christine. For reasons she still didn't fully understand, Polly was developing an affinity for Robert's wife and she was desperate not to fuck things up for her, as Polly already had for herself.

"I blame you. A lot. I blame you a lot and I know that its not fair to you."​

Christine unloaded on Polly when she herself ventured down to the sand. The younger woman listened in silence, knowing she could neither defend herself nor admit to her errors. She had already done the latter, of course; it didn't make sense to continue doing so.

Then, Christine shocked Polly by asking if the two of them could get together and talk. "Of course. Yes, of course, Christine. I want that, too."

Robert's wife headed back up to the house to continue the story they were weaving, and as the tall, thin blonde with the wonderfully shaped butt and legs departed, Polly was suddenly struck by a thought that literally made her turn away and think to herself 'Are you fucking mad?'

She looked back again to the ass swaying and bouncing as Christine navigated the soft, dry sand, and she realized in both horror and delight what it was that had been bothering her earlier: she was sexually attracted to her lover's wife.

Again Polly turned to look out at the expanse of the ocean before her, this time chuckling in amazement that she was having such thoughts. She picked up her bag and headed south toward one of the easier staircases to negotiate back to street level. On the way, she sent a text to an Uber driver who often took her to or away from Robert's home and arranged a pick up. An hour later, she was home, opening a bottle of wine and sucking it down as the memory of the strange day and the even stranger thoughts bounced around inside her skull.

Polly sent Robert a text a couple of hours later telling him that her boss was sending her to San Diego in the early morning for three to six days. He asked to some over for a quickie, but she told him she needed sleep before her 5am flight.

She slipped into a hot bubble bath, surrounded by aroma therapy candles and listening to soft, soothing mood calming music. Again, Polly ran the day through her mind, but this time she was thinking more about what she wanted to do with Christine than what she had been doing with the woman's husband for more than a year.

And with those thoughts in her mind, Polly caressed her fingers down her slick belly to between her thighs and gently massaged herself, then more energetically 'flicked' herself until she cried out to a most satisfying orgasm. 'Would Christine do this with me?' she pondered. 'Has she ever been with a woman even? Even if she had, once, twice, a hundred times, would she want to be with the woman who very likely just ruined her marriage?'

Rising from the bath with her body and mind more at ease, Polly dried her hands, retrieved her phone, and called Christine's number. She could have texted, but there was a fear that Robert might see the message and know something was up. When his wife answered, Polly said firmly, "Don't tell him what you know. I have an idea. I will meet you anywhere, anytime. Send me the time and place."

Hearing the other woman acknowledge simply, Polly said, "Trust me, Christine. I will make this right. I know you didn't ask me to, but, I have to."

She disconnected the call, went to bed, and stared at the ceiling for the longest time plotting. And thinking intimate thoughts about the beautiful blonde with whom she wished to become friends. And lovers.

 

[siobhancan99]

Christine disappeared off to her parents. Her clear level of upset had led to an uncomfortable talk with her parents who had ‘never trusted Robert’ despite clearly having loved him up to about 10 minutes after she got home. Still, it was nice to have someone in her corner. She didn’t respond to Polly for a few days. She needed some distance from the girl even as much as she desperately needed answers.

Her days were a bit of a blur. She’d taken some leave from work, pretending it was over her parent’s illness so she could use the FMLA she didn’t when she was actually dealing with them. She was numb for a bit, and had a lot of sleepless nights. When she fell to the sheets exhausted, she’d start to wonder all over again what the girl did for her husband that she didn’t. She was tortured by lurid thoughts of them fucking, and as the days went on and she descended into a spiral of depression and sleeplessness, though scenarios became more and more elaborate. Finally, she knew to at least get any sleep she had to have some answers so she stopped torturing herself.

She was operating that week on a sort of double standard. For Polly, she had already forgiven her part in this. She was blameless, as Robert was looking for something else and found it. For 20 year old Christine, however, she was very much to blame. Part of her understood she needed to break out of this thinking, and so the next weekend, she made arrangements to meet Polly at a coffee shop near Polly’s house.

Robert had always preferred light makeup, and so that was her habit. As such, her efforts for the day were not quite up to the task of hiding she’d barely slept. Still, she was put together smartly in a nice T shirt and cardigan with some form fitting Tom Ford jeans. She gave a tentative smile as Polly entered the shop, and while part of her wanted to rage again it was a fleeting moment. She just wanted to talk and Polly was the only person she could really talk to. Plus the girl had sounded so sincere on the phone that night…

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

Polly had almost jumped for joy when she finally got another text from Christine. It had been days, almost a week, and she'd begun to think that maybe her lover's wife had 'dumped' her, just as Polly had herself 'dumped' Robert.

Oh, he didn't know his young play thing had dumped him yet, of course. Polly had told him that her stay in San Diego had been extended a few more days, not knowing if or when Christine might text her for a meeting. When it looked like Robert's wife might not get back to her at all and that she would have to let Robert know it was over, Polly instead told him that she'd been offered a position at the San Diego location.

"No, no, I haven't taken it," she told him when he about pitched a fit. He reminded her (aka lied again) that he'd made the decision to leave his wife for Polly, to which she'd told him, "Robert, don't do anything rash yet. I won't commit to the job quite yet, but you can't ruin your marriage yet, either."

She found herself conflicted over what she'd said the moment they'd ended the call. Assuming that Robert would in fact leave Christine, this was Polly's opportunity to live the high live in a legitimate way as the man's wife. She had a comfortable job she liked on most days, but by the next payday, she was often fingering her credit cards to pay for the necessities of life, let alone the luxuries.

With Robert, Polly would have all she ever wanted: a beautiful house on the beach, a new sports car, all the clothes and jewelry she could ever desire, and more.

But, for how long? How long until he moved on to his fourth prospective wife?

No, Polly had decided there was no future with Robert, and luckily Christine had finally texted a time and place for them to meet. She packed a bag, hopped the local Amtrak, and made the quick 80 mile trip from the city to the small town in which Christine's parents lived. She had time to check into a independent and surprisingly nice little hotel, shower, change, and head for the coffee shop.

Polly had made up her mind that she was going to 'test the waters' of Christine's potential for a lesbian encounter, maybe even an affair if their first time went well for them. The first step was in looking good upon arrival at their meeting place. Polly donned a strapless, underwire bra that boosted her C-cups for added cleavage, then pulled over it a little black dress that highlighted her thin waist, wide hips, and (with four inch heels) her long, athletic legs.

In contrast to Christine, she 'painted' her face nearly to the degree that she would going out dancing. When she finally stepped into the café and saw how tired looking Christine looked, Polly wondered if she'd gone too far, making herself look like she had the night she'd met Robert: hot to trot.

That was when she did something she hadn't expected. Polly hurried over to Christine's table, pulled a chair close to the other woman, leaned in, and took her into her arms. She could see that the blonde was on the edge of collapse, and despite being a significant cause of that collapse, Polly pulled Christine's face into the crook of her neck and shoulder and held her tightly as she whispered words of encouragement to her, telling her it was going to be alright.

The irony of the moment was that for all Polly knew, the other woman was going to pull a big butcher's knife out of her purse and stab her eighty times. But in her heart and soul, all Polly wanted to do right now was let Christine know that things were going to work out for the better and (just as importantly) Polly was going to be here for her, ever step of the way.

As she was holding Christine, despite it being the first intimate contact between them as of yet, Polly had for the moment forgotten about her ultimate plan to lure the woman to the 'dark side'.

 

[siobhancan99]

As arms enveloped her into the soft embrace of the sexy young woman who had been sleeping with her husband, Christine’s stoicism broke and she let out a little sob. As always she was of two minds, torn between the effrontery of the woman who had been so cavalier about engaging in an affair with a married man comforting her, and her desperate need for that comfort. Christine’s upbringing here in Mission Viejo had been, in a word, waspy. Her family was reserved and she was too. It was part of what attracted her to Robert. He was so physical in his demonstration of affection. That’s what had hurt about their waning sex life and how the affair had been to her mind a demonstration of the complete loss of it. She hadn’t been held in such a while that she didn’t even know how much she missed it, or craved that simple connection even if it wasn’t sexual. She nestled into that warm embrace, her arms wrapping back around the young woman to cling to her.

After a moment she extricated herself and blew her nose and wiped her eyes “Christ I’m a mess.” She muttered, then looked over at the girl. ‘Do you really need to ask her why Robert fucked her, looking like that?’ came the voice in her head. The girl wasn’t pretty. She was smoldering sexiness wrapped in a black dress. She was pouty lips and perfect cleavage and beautiful curly hair that framed caramel colored skin. She seemed flawless.

Clutching her coffee in her hands to center herself she looked over at the counter “did you want to get something to drink? How was the drive?” Everyone in SoCal drove, but she knew how expensive it was to live here as well, and at 21 the girl probably didn’t have a lot of extra cash. “Or did you take the train?” she knew she was sort of rambling but it wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to launch into and part of her just wanted to feel normal for a minute. The hug had helped. It had helped a lot. Part of her still wanted to be wrapped up in it but canoodling with her husband’s fuckpiece in public wasn’t something she seriously considered.

“They have really good chai here.” She offered lamely “and decent croissants”

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

“Christ I’m a mess.”​

Polly 'should' have told Christine that she wasn't as she'd said. Instead, though, she responded, "You really are, girl."

She chuckled as she reached out to wipe away a tear that had stuck to Christine's lower jawline, telling her, "But below all this hurt and sorrow is a beautiful, vibrant woman, so 'fuck' it, who cares what you look like right now. We can fix that."

Polly could see in Christine's face that she was conflicted on how to respond to her, at this moment and at moments in their future. Polly was the 'fuck toy' who was screwing up Christine's marriage. Yet, at the same time, Polly was probably just what Christine needed to get past all this shit.

Robert's wife asked about the drive, then the train, then suggested they get chai and croissants. Polly only smiled, waved to the waitress, and as she waited said, "Jesus, Christine, I think if we are going to get past all this, we are in the need for something more than caffeine and carbs."

The waitress arrived, by which time Polly had snatched up the wine list and scrolled down it. She ordered a bottle of a wine with a balance of taste and cost, then looked to Christine and said, "I think we need to get drunk. I mean, as drunk as one can on a California Bordeaux."

Then, after a moment of examining the woman and her current state, Polly offered, "Or, if you wanted to get out of this place, away from these prying eyes, get somewhere where we could drink like fish and scream at the tops of our lungs without the police being called, I have a room just a couple of blocks down the street. You have your car here, yes? Let's go get snockered in private and curse your husband late into the hours of the night."

Polly didn't know whether Christine was up for being alone with the lover of her husband or whether she preferred to just remain here and talk things out quietly. But either way, she was here for Christine.

 

[siobhancan99]

Christine had grown up nearby and knew of a place they could get a second bottle of the same wine. She was particular like that. She was particular about a lot of things. She briefly considered if that was the trouble in her marriage, but Robert had instilled that in her even more than her upbringing. They got a second bottle, and drove to the hotel. Christine had been here maybe once, staying there with Robert when her parents had an extended family get together and there hadn’t been space for everyone to stay. They didn’t live that far away, but both had been loaded. She remembered the place differently but… loaded.

When they got to the room Christine had a flash of nervousness. It seemed too fucking weird to be here and she almost bolted. She fortified herself with some wine, then made a small joke about it. “Drinking wine out of hotel coffee cups… is my high school boyfriend in the bathroom struggling to figure out which side of the condom goes down?” She snorts “he was pretty…. Dumb. He was pretty fucking dumb.” She drinks deep, then refreshes her glass…. Well… her coffee mug. She moved over and sat on the bed opposite the one Polly had moved to, keeping her fingers around the cup, and the cup in front of herself like some kind of protective talisman.

At first, she just started to talk. She talked about how things were at the beginning. She’d been a little younger than Polly. She’d been a witness in a case Robert had been defending. She had key information about where a man accused of sexual harassment was during some alleged incidents. During the pendency of the discovery and trial, she and Robert had developed a nonsexual rapport. It was only after it was over that he confessed his marriage was falling apart and she’d let him seduce her. After telling the story of how they met she sat a long moment quietly.

“so.” SO WHAT DO YOU DO FOR MY MAN THAT I DON’T she almost just screamed out. But that wasn’t her way. Waspy upbringing, HR manager Christine did what she always did. She calmly asked questions and didn’t lose her mind or freak the fuck out “what…Is there… I mean. This would be a lot easier if like… you both dressed up like pink squirrels and you fucked him in the ass with a strapon while he sang “How do you solve a problem like Maria” from “the Sound of Music” or something and thought I wouldn’t understand. Because you know. I wouldn’t actually. So is it weird sex? Or… I mean is it just the pedestrian truth of things that men get bored and leave?”

As she listens to the girl’s response, she fortifies herself with wine. The wine takes the edge off her frayed nerves, but also in doing so lays bare for her that she has almost nothing in terms of actual physical reserves.

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

Christine drank gulps of wine from the plastic cups, talking about how it reminded her of men from high school, one in particular.

“he was pretty…. Dumb. He was pretty fucking dumb.”​

Polly laughed, telling one of her own stories of men who were little more than 'big boys'. She said, "This one guy, my junior, no sophomore year of high school..."

She thought she saw a bit of surprise in Christine's eyes and confessed, "Yeah, I was kinda young when I lost my virginity. Anyway, this guy was actually three years older than me and came across as a serious ladies man, but when he took the condom out of the package, he 'unrolled it', and 'then' tried to figure out how to get it on his cock. Oh my god! Really?"

Polly refilled her own cup wine, just as Christine was. But unlike the other woman, she was feigning drinking large gulps and significant refills. Polly wanted to be relatively sober for whatever might or might not come next

It was making fun men with Christine, but Polly also wanted to drop hints about her experience with other women, in an effort to feel out the potential that the two of them might become intimate to some degree. 'To every degree would be nice,' Polly thought to herself.

After some more drinking that ended one bottle and saw the second opened (with most of that drinking from Christine), Polly began, "But it isn't just men who can be numbskulls in bed either. I remember by senior class trip to Mount Shasta. I met a girl on the slopes, Rita, Rita Morelli, which at the time I thought sounded like either a Hollywood actress or a New Jersey mobster's wife. She was older than me, 22 I think, older than I am now.

"We'd spent the afternoon on the slopes, then the night in a dance club. We did a little 'Molly' and ended up kissing and groping and getting naked in one of the bedrooms of the rental house she and her friends had. Then, as things are getting really serious I say to her 'I wanna make you cum so bad', and she says in all seriousness, 'We'll, you can't. You don't have a penis.'

"Some boyfriend of hers had convinced her that the only way for a woman to enjoy the delights of orgasm was to let him fuck her. Can you believe that? I didn't. I couldn't. So, I showed her she was wrong. 'Twice!'"

Polly laughed, refilled the cups, then quickly turned the conversation back to stupide men with another story. The seed had been planted. All Polly could hope now was that Christine would want to nurture that seed.

After a while, things went quiet, followed by Christine again questioning Polly as to just why Robert would abandon what he had with his wife (again!) to begin an affair with another woman, a 'younger' woman.

"So is it weird sex? Or… I mean is it just the pedestrian truth of things that men get bored and leave?”​

"No," Polly said, adding, "and yes. No, it isn't weird sex between Robert and me. I mean, I don't think we don't do anything more 'adventurous' than you and he did."

That wasn't entirely true, though. Robert and Polly's sex life and the acts that constituted it were wide and varied. Oh, sure, some of it was stuff that the cheating bastard had done with Christine back in the beginning of their relationship. But from what Robert had told Polly (whether true or not she now wondered) it sounded like what remained of his sex life with his wife was pretty much just the standard fuck once a month or so if even that. (Robert had actually stopped talking about his sex life with Christine about six months ago, so for as far as Polly knew, the two of them hadn't fuck in more than half a year.)

For the two of them, though, sex between Robert and Polly had been a wild rollercoaster ride. They'd done it in every popular position and some that they'd made up themselves. They'd fucked on or over just about every horizontal surface in the beach house. She'd blown him in the front seat of his Mercedes as he drove down Interstate-5 during rush hour. He'd gone down on her as she laid upon the car's trunk in the dark but still very public parking lot of a theater where Christine had been waiting to see the philharmonic with him.

None of this was going to be revealed to Robert's wife here today, obviously. Polly instead continued, "And the 'yes' part of the answer? Yes, Christine, men get bored and leave."

Polly moved over to sit next to the woman on the other bed, filling her cup again before setting her own cup and the bottle aside. She wrapped one arm around the woman's back and gently let the other find a place on her upper thigh in a gesture that hovered between friendly and seductive.

She continued, "But this isn't your fault, Christine. Men are hardwired to seek out as many women as they can. It's their nature. Robert is just a man. There's nothing he can do about that, and he's never going to change, even when he's older and grayer than he is now."

Polly laughed, saying, "Yeah, I know he dyes his hair, too."

She reached a hand up to Christine's face, turning it so they could lock eyes. "'You', however, are and I would bet always have been a vibrant, warm, loving, and sexy woman, and even though you, too, will one day be older and grayer--"

Polly pretended to be looking for white roots, trying for a bit of comical relief. "--you will always be beautiful and vibrant and sexy, and men -- 'good' men -- will always want an opportunity for a 'taste' of what you have to offer them."

She looked into Christine's tired eyes a moment, then turned her face away again and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. It was a soft kiss, a kiss of wet lips, one that lingered longer than one of simple comfort or friendship would. Polly pulled back just a bit, not so much that her warm breath with its grape wine scent couldn't be sensed by Christine.

As Polly turned Christine's face back to her again, she added in the softest of whispers, "Not just men."

And she paused right there, with their lips less than six inches apart. Polly would never initiate a kiss with Christine, unless of course, Christine asked her to do just that. But Polly had planted that seed and watered it with a bottle and a half of wine. Who knew what might come next?

What ever it was, Polly would go with it.

 

[siobhancan99]

Christine nodded when Polly recounted some of her own misadventures. She didn’t say anything, when Polly discussed having been with a few women. Christine herself had a few drunken experiences with girls from her sorority. It hadn’t necessarily been for her, but it hadn’t been not for her either. She had been open to maybe trying again with someone she had a better connection with but certainly hadn’t sought it out. Shortly after those times, she’d met her husband. Instead of talking about that, she made a joke about Robert “yeah but he doesn’t die anything below the waist. So he’s vain but he’s not consistent. The carpet is a shocking silver compared to the Chestnut drapes.” She sips her wine again, then groans inwardly as she knows the girl knows and she hopes, horrified, that she doesn’t acknowledge it. She sighs thankfully when Polly starts playing with her hair instead, and closes her eyes “I love that. It helps me sleep” she sighs and feels the warm brush of Polly’s lips on her cheek. She wraps an arm around Polly, nestling in. She register’s Polly’s words, but through the curtain of her self-doubt and self-recrimination they aren’t immediately landing. She opens her eyes to see Polly’s face just there, so close she can feel that pressure, the psychic pressure of having someone in your space where your instinct is to recoil or kiss them or both.
She wasn’t sure which. She hadn’t really thought of Polly as a sexual partner, only as a rival. Then a friend, potentially. Though a weird sort of friend. “How’d you two meet?” “Fucked her husband” not really a relationship that existed outside of some sort of failed sitcom. She stared, very drunk and very tired back at Polly. She wasn’t able to even really formulate a plan. She thought about asking “what are you doing” in that way women ask guys they know are about to kiss them that really means “don’t fucking kiss me” but then she thought “do I really not want her to?”
It had been about six months at least, probably since Robert’s affair had started. She wanted someone to kiss her. She knew that much. Polly was beautiful. She was nice. She was sweet. She had dressed… oh god she had dressed for a date. Christine groans softly. “I…. am super bad at reading things” she shifts closer but doesn’t kiss the girl. Instead, she lays her head on Polly’s shoulder and wraps her arms around her. After a moment, Polly would hear her having finally fallen asleep after days of trying with little success. The position was awkward, but something… exhaustion… drunkenness… maybe just finally receiving some comfort, a balm for a wounded heart. Whatever it was she felt safe and comfortable enough to sleep.

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

Polly laughed softly at Christine's jokes about her husband's graying groin shrub but didn't speak on it. Just as Christine was herself thinking, it wasn't really a topic that a mistress should be having with her lover's wife.

“I…. am super bad at reading things.”​

Polly knew what the other woman meant, of course: 'Are you wanting to kiss me or wanting me to kiss you?' The younger woman probably could have kiss the elder one now, and if it didn't go over well, could have blamed it on the alcohol. But instead, Polly only pulled Christine in closer to her, holding her, comforting her. A moment later, the blonde's breathing pattern and body language told the raven haired woman that she was essentially out for the night.

"It's alright, honey," Polly said softly as she began unbuttoning Christine's cardigan and worming it from her shoulders. Once it was gone, Polly whispered, "Let's get you comfortable and in bed."

Robert's wife was three sheets to the wind but still semi-consciousness enough to work with Polly as she pulled her out of her tee shirt, her shoes, her socks, and her pants. Christine's panties had pulled down partially during the effort, and Polly had contemplated pulling them and her bra off as well. But that would have seriously changed the message Polly was trying to send, so both pieces of undergarment stayed right where they were.

Polly pulled the bedding back, and with an ever lessening but still workable level of assistance, she got Christine into the bed and covered up. She stood there for a minute or so, just contemplating the situation. She hadn't meant to get the woman so drunk that she passed out, and yet if Christine hadn't slipped off to slumber, where would Polly have taken the situation?

She turned both of their phones off to prevent any interruptions from the outside world, then stripped out of her own clothes. She replaced her strapless bra with a cropped tee shirt that barely passed the lower curvature of her impressive breasts, then donned a pair of semi-sheer, red boy shorts through which the smoothly shaved portion of her that Christine had already seen at the Jacuzzi was hinted.

Polly dumped the rest of the wine down the bathroom sink to give the impression that they'd finished them both off. Then, she slid into bed next to the other woman and cuddled up next to her. In the morning if she needed, Polly would feign ignorance about how they'd both ended up in the same bed together, half naked, blaming the two empty bottles of wine.

 

[siobhancan99]

About 2 am, Christine woke to the demands of her body. She didn’t want to get out of bed. She was comfortable and warm being nestled in next to the nearly naked Polly. She didn’t dwell on that long though, because she had to get up. She moved into the bathroom, washing her face, brushing her teeth and taking care of her business. After drinking about 5 glasses of water, she contemplated a shower. Ultimately, she didn’t want to wake the girl or get into bed with wet hair. She slipped out of her bra, sighing as she was freed from the prison of it, rubbing under her breasts a moment.

Padding back into the room she looked down at her discarded T shirt and contemplated slipping it back on. She turned down the second bed, and looked at it a long moment then looked back to the bed with her husband’s mistress in it. She stared back at the cold bed she turned down and made a choice. Slipping back into bed with Polly she shifted around so the girl could spoon her. She felt the beauty instinctively wrap her arm over Christine when she got back in, and heard her murmur. “shhh go back to sleep” the blond whispered, lacing her fingers through Polly’s, she held her hand to her stomach. She didn’t really recall Polly coming on to her. She remembered falling asleep and Polly being a bit of a saint getting her into bed. She laid there, a good ten minutes. She listened to Polly breathe and felt the warmth of her on her back. She reveled in the simple human contact of being held. Her eyes closed she let herself drift, still holding the girl’s hand as she fell back into the first real comfortable sleep she’d had since the first time she’d seen Polly on the Ring.

The next morning, she woke when she felt Polly stirring. Even at the best of times she was a light sleeper. Her eyes snapped instantly open when the girl moved against her, but she didn’t get up. She just remained where she was. They’d both shifted a little in the night so they were no longer right against each other, but Polly would see Christine had changed, contemplated getting into the other bed and chosen to get in to bed with the young woman.

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

Polly was a light sleeper, just as Christina was, and she awoke when the other woman got up early in the morning to pee. She'd let her hair down before bed and enough of it was down along her face to hide her eyes as she watched Christina. She was delighted when she saw the fair skinned blonde shed her bra before wandering about, trying to decide whether to take the second double or rejoin her impromptu bed mate.

Never having seen Christina's bosom bared, of course, Polly hadn't known what to expect. She was pleasantly surprised to see that gravity hadn't been the cruel mistress that she was with many women when they neared or passed the big 30. Her lover's wife's tits called to Polly, yearning to be caressed and groped and sucked. Of course, the younger of the women still hadn't determined whether or not the older of them was even remotely interested in those of her own gender.

Polly's joy turned to instant disappointment when she saw Christina turn down the other bed, and she raised her head to ask her to come back. But she remained silent, putting her head back down, thinking 'Don't push, don't push'. And then, a miracle happened: Christina returned, not just slipping back into the already warm bed but cuddling up close to Polly as well.

"Mmm..." Polly murmured, feigning to be more asleep than not as she 'unconsciously' wrapped and arm over the other woman's waist and pushed up behind her in an intimate spooning position. Not wanting Christina to know that she knew she'd gotten up, Polly whispered, “shhh go back to sleep”.

Polly’s excitement and, of course, her hopes for her future with Christina leaped bounds when she felt the woman interlace the fingers of their hands. She knew Christina was still toting around a bit of alcohol in her system, but Polly couldn't help but think that this intimate gesture was more from the woman's sober consciousness.

"You feel good..." Polly murmured, still sounding more asleep than not. She pressed up against Christina's backside even tighter as she maneuvered their clutched hands upward, in between the woman's breasts. Then, before letting her hand and body relax as if returning to full slumber, Polly murmured one last time to ensure that her bedmate knew exactly who was with her under the covers, "...Christina."

Polly did, in fact drift back to sleep, and when she awoke the next morning, she was laying apart from Christina, flat on her back, the bedding pushed down to her waist, and her bountiful breasts in the tight fitting cropped tee pointing up toward the room's ceiling. She rolled her head and smiled at finding the beautiful blonde laying on her side, looking her way.

"Good morning, you slept well, I hope?" Polly asked with a soft, sincere tone. She casted her gaze to Christina's shoulder, acted surprised, and playfully lifted the bedding over her, not sure if the woman would hold them in place or not. "You shed your bra. Uncomfortable...? Or are you hinting at something..."

Polly lowered her voice to a whisper, pretending to be talking only to herself, "...she asked, hoping the answer would be the second option."

She giggled and rolled to put their faces about a foot apart as she mused, "How can anyone look so incredibly beautiful so early in the morning?"

 

[siobhancan99]

Christine rolls over and covers her own indecision with a joke "yeah you're so irresistible i just had to have you." She gives Polly a playful swat, then settles "my secret is I woke up earlier and had a shower and did my hair." She laughs and rolls onto her back, but in such a way to still be near if not touching. She looked over again, thinking ‘besides you know you look hot all tousled’ before blushing at the thought. She didn’t want to want her husband’s mistress, but she was feeling an attraction. As she thought about it, the way she’d been gently held while she slept had brought her around to that. She needed it, and she needed badly to feel wanted. She looked back over at the younger woman, then rolled to face her and reaches out, brushing some of her dark curls away from her face a moment.

“Thanks for yesterday. I mean it’s weird…. Because of … I mean everything. But I pretty clearly needed it and well. I finally slept and while I’m still utterly exhausted from being a week behind, I can finally think a little.” Her fingers brushed Polly’s cheek, marveling at the exquisite softness of her skin. She pulled back hurriedly when she realized what she was doing, but she kept her eyes on Polly’s. “it was … it was really great waking up and feeling you there. I just…” She trailed off and then looked up at the ceiling “I mean I don’t know what your schedule is or whatever or if you have plans and need to get back to… honestly I have no idea where you need to get back to.” She laughed at that. “But I mean if you’re not busy…” She squirmed a little, inwardly. She’d been hot growing up. Boys and the even the few girls shed kissed had all kissed her. She had never actually asked anyone to spend time with her and she had no fucking idea how to do it. “I dunno would you uh. Would you want to … hang out a little? I mean it’s totally ok if you have somewhere to be. I can drive you to the train or whatever.”
‘Smooth Christine.’ She thought to herself ‘You’re so good at this’. She laughed at her own internal thought and shifted a little on the bed so her leg ‘accidentally’ brushed Polly’s. She was nervous, but she really wanted the girl to stay “there’s a great taqueria around the way. We could have lunch there.” Lunch was a calculated offer. She wasn’t sure she wanted sex but she did want to be tangled up with Polly. At least for a bit, and lunch instead of breakfast would let them not get out of bed right away.

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

Polly laughed softly at the other woman's jokes about wanting her or getting up to 'beautify' herself for her morning presentation and such. She wasn't sure whether or not to be surprised when Christina reached out to move some of her hair away to reveal more of her face, then gently caressed her cheek. She 'liked' it, that wasn't in doubt. But did it mean the sexy blonde was coming around to her way of thinking about their future together? Or was it simply a moment of friendship and appreciation for the previous night?

Christina pulled her hand back after a moment, and Polly knew it was due to her uncertainty of what was happening between them. The bosomy, dark skinned 'youngster' couldn't help but think she was caught in something hovering between 'daytime soap opera' and 'soft core porn'.

“it was … it was really great waking up and feeling you there. I just…”​

For a moment, Polly hoped that Christina was going to begin a conversation on the fact that they were in bed together in varying stages of nakedness, something that could allow Polly herself to truly begin the seduction of her lover's wife. But Christina turned the subject.

“I mean I don’t know what your schedule is or whatever or if you have plans and need to get back to… honestly I have no idea where you need to get back to.” She laughed at that. “But I mean if you’re not busy…”​

"I'm not busy," Polly said softly, almost in whisper.

“I dunno would you uh. Would you want to … hang out a little? I mean it’s totally ok if you have somewhere to be. I can drive you to the train or whatever.”​

Polly quickly and excitedly informed Christina, "I don't have to be anywhere this morning. Actually, I don't have to be 'anywhere' at 'any' time."

She wasn't yet sure whether or not she should tell her bedmate that she'd taken an indefinite leave of absence from her job, specifically to be here. Polly had a plan in the works on how not only to be Christina's lover but to get them both some 'revenge' against Robert.

Polly was all to aware of the prenuptial between the two members of the unhappy couple, and she thought she might be able to help the female half of the union keep what she needed and wanted from the male half. But, that was for later: for now, Polly had her own needs and wants.

As if reading her mind, Christina shifted under the bedding just barely enough to allow her leg to come into contact with Polly's, just as she was saying:

“There’s a great taqueria around the way. We could have lunch there.”​

Polly desperately hoped that the touch was no accident, and at first she was hesitant to advance what was only still a possibility. But she had to go for it; she had to take the chance. Rolling toward Christina from her side to her belly, her arms crossed beneath her generous bosom, resulted in Polly's shoulder very nearly touching the other beauty's own, while down below, the younger woman very obviously let her knee slip up over Christine's.

The contact between their inner thighs and crossed calves was undeniably intimate, with only inches separating each's knee from the other's 'womanhood'. If Polly were to move any closer, contact between thighs and panty crotches would occur, and while she would have loved to push the moment to that end, she feared that that was far too fast for the other woman.

"I would love to have lunch with you, Christina," Polly said with a soft, sultry tone as her gaze moved conspicuously from the fair skinned woman's eyes to her lips to the upper curves of her naked breasts which were so close to being exposed from the bedding. Then, with the same thoughts going through Christina's mind, Polly suggested, "But, it's still early. Maybe a few more minutes in bed? Together?"

Again, as with her leg and Christina oh-so-close crotch, Polly wanted to push, wanted to move those last four or five inches and press her mouth to her bedmate's own. But she resisted, only smiling and lightly wetting her lips with her tongue before smiling with delight.

 

[siobhancan99]

Christine felt her chest tighten and her pulse hammer in her ears. She swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. She was keenly aware of Polly's exquisitely feminine form pressed against her, the intimate closeness of her leg to her core. She knew if she laid here much longer they would be kissing, and she wanted to so badly. Her mind was made up, she needed to. Whether to just see what the fuss was about or for herself or because Polly was so stunning that she couldn't help but want to experience the softness of her pouty lips and feel the brush of skin on skin.

She looked into Polly's eyes, holding that gaze. When the girl said she didn't have anywhere to be, Christine felt a rush of relief and desire. She felt her hand tremble a little, nervous in anticipation of feeling Polly, exploring her a little. She shifted a little and cleared her throat. She didn't want their first kiss to taste like last night's wine but she also didn't want to dispel the almost magical tension that existed. She reached, brushing her hand along Polly's back. The caress was tender, and exploratory, brushing over the tops of her cheeks in a way that could not be mistaken for accidental. She holds Polly's gaze a moment, then swallows again, deciding that in retrospect she would want to look back at this moment in the most fond way that was possible. She leans in, kissing Polly's temple before her lips. She pressed her breasts against Polly's arm, and her legs tangled with the girl's as she shifted on the bed. Polly's thigh had inched up, a mere centimeter from contact with her. Her voice low, almost throaty she managed "I'd love to spend the morning tangled up." She bit her lip and looked at the gorgeous woman next to her "I want to brush my teeth first though."

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

The sexual tension was building conspicuously, with Polly staring into the older woman's eyes and studying her lips and, down below, letting her leg gently shift around suggestively; while Christine was reaching out again to caress the younger woman's shoulder and back with a single finger tip before leaning forward to kiss her just off the face enough to leave the gesture hanging between 'friendship' and 'romance'.

Polly smiled more happily as she felt Christine's bosom pressing against her arm, and she very nearly leaned in now to press their lips together in a desperately needed kiss. But Robert's wife had something she felt was necessary first.

"I'd love to spend the morning tangled up. I want to brush my teeth first though."​

"I should, too," Polly admitted. She didn't want to break the contact she had with Christine, but reluctantly, she rolled away to her back, her dark black eyes never leaving the hazel-green orbs of the other. Polly could feel the effect of the intimate moment on her breasts: her nipples had swollen conspicuously, pressing hard against the inside of the cropped tee shirt in such a way that they would be impossible not to notice.

Polly was reminded that Christine had shed her bra during the night, and just as conspicuously, she let her gaze fall from the woman's face to her body, wondering whether her lover's wife would hide herself as she rose to depart.

 

[siobhancan99]

Christine instinctively brought up her arm as she rolled out of bed, but looked over at Polly a moment and steeled herself to drop it. She let her hands fall, exposing a body that would make anyone wonder why Robert felt the need to cheat. She wasn’t as curvy as Polly but she had a flat stomach, toned legs and arms from working out. Her breasts were a large b. Firm and as Polly noted the night before, high and without a trace of sag. She let her companion get an eyeful, then turned and headed into the bathroom. There, she had a moment of panic. She brushed her teeth furiously and used the complimentary mouthwash. She wondered briefly if a mint would be overkill, and if she was overthinking this. It was a first kiss. She was building it up too much. She wanted a shower but a shower would take too long and her hair would be wet, or she’d have to dry it which would really take too long.

Instead she took a brief moment to freshen up in the sink a bit. She stared at herself in the mirror. She still looked tired, but Polly had certainly still been coming on to her. She was reasonably sure she hadn’t imagined that. She was in fact reasonably sure that the girl really wanted to fuck her. Still. ‘be cool Christine, be cool’ she inhaled, then exhaled slowly. She let the girl into the bathroom after her, then sat on the bed. She watched the delicious curve of her new friend’s ass as it disappeared into the bathroom and she looked down at herself. Should she get all the way undressed? Was that coming on too strong? I mean its not like it would be difficult to get rid of her underwear if it went that far, and did she want it to go that far? She felt like she did but part of her felt like ‘you have to fill the time AFTER lunch too you know’ and that it didn’t have to all happen right away.

‘you’re making this more complicated than it has to be’ she thought, then nodded. Still, she’d been very young when she hooked up with Robert. It had been ten years since she’d had a first anything with anyone. She felt entitled to over analyze it a bit. It was her right. As she heard Polly moving around in the bathroom, she made the decision to slip back under the covers, but only covered to the waist. She’d lay there, half exposed, waiting for Polly to return.
When she heard the door open, she rolled to be able to see, biting her lip as she saw the girl’s amazing body round the corner back into the room itself. “Fuck you’re hot” it took a moment before she realized that was not internal monologue “I mean uh. You’re uh. You’re..”

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

Polly's certainty that she and Christine were going to become intimate this day and lovers today or in the very near future only grew over the next minutes. The sleek blond allowed her bedmate a full view of her delicious bosom before turning for the bathroom, and when she returned again, Christine still hadn't taken any steps to hide her wondrous tits.

Polly rose for her opportunity to freshen up, and when she returned she found Christine laying down once again, the bedding to her waist, her breasts still on display for her husband's mistress. Nearing the bed but then stopping over it, Polly took a long moment to appreciate the beauty before her.

“Fuck you’re hot.”​

Polly laughed when she realized that Christine had realized she'd actually spoken aloud her thoughts.

“I mean uh. You’re uh. You’re..”​

Polly extended a hand out, waggling her fingers. "Come shower with me. I need a shower. And I'd like you to join me."