Sensual Realization 2

[Nroleer]

Below I have posted the second part of my story. It is a bit longer then the first (I think nearly 5000 word count). I am looking for feed back on this peice as well, and would appreciate any time you take in reading and posting your comments.

Just my thoughts on this chapter:
I continued the story with the lack of names, though I found this to be quite difficult. I did, in some situations, and scenes, allow for pet names, which I do not think breaks my rule. I am stuck though on what point the wife's "friend" should become the wife's "lover". Iam sure you will pick up on this as I move from the two names I had given the character from one point in the story to another. Any thoughts on how this is, or should be, executed would be appreciated.


The female-female scene, I just dug into creativity, and hope I hit the mark. IMHO its quite a turn on, however some may read it and think it to be overdone.

With that, I will post the second part of the story, and will start work on the third this evening.

Enjoy!

 

[Nroleer]

Sensual Realization 2


I fished the keys from my pocket, and headed for the family minivan. The blonde inside the Waffle House still watching me as I pulled out of my parking spot. I quickly found myself once again lost in the daily hustle and bustle traffic of the city. Half a mile down the road I tossed the number out the window. I had no interest in cheap meaningless sex, and even less interest in infidelity. After all, I loved my wife, and had made a serious commitment to her four years back when things were shaky then.

My early daydream had left my member rather sore, since I was not about to jerk off at the counter of the Waffle House. I needed some form of release. Masturbation begins to feel like some sort of addiction, much like the pack of Marlboro’s on the dash. My addiction needed to be fulfilled, but how? I knew that my wife was to go out today with her friend. The house would be empty soon, I could just head back for a quick jerk then get back on the road before she ever got home. Making a right at the next intersection I headed back for the interstate, hoped back on, and headed for home.

When I pulled down my avenue, I noticed her friend’s truck parked in the drive. I decided to just pull off to the side up the street behind a neighbors car, and sit until the two stepped out to do what ever it was that girls do midday. I sat there for what seemed quite a while. I was sure that my wife had not been ready when her friend arrived, and was probably the delay in their leaving; after all she always made me late. The radio started up with some form of local talk, that grabbed my interest for a bit, a neighbor dog wandered around searching for great canine locations to mark his territory. A neighbor two houses down from mine stepped out and his lovely wife following with his briefcase. She followed him to the car where she pulled him close, grinning, putting down the briefcase to free her arms for a passionate hug. Her eyes filled with glee, as she leaned up to kiss him deeply. He seemed rather embarrassed by this and quickly finished up the kiss, leaned down and picked up the briefcase. As he did she patted his ass, chuckled and ran back into the house.

It was obvious that even our neighbors had some form of loving relationship, and I was jealous. I longed for the same kind of attention from my wife; hell I would at this point just be satisfied with a hug.

The truck still parked in our drive, and forty-five minutes had surpassed as I sat there waiting patiently for them to leave. As the talk radio begin to pull me in again, my wife and her friend finally stepped out of the garage, and headed to the truck. Suddenly, something shocked me. As they both reached the front of the truck, my wife leaned over to her friend and kissed her quickly on the lips, running her had down her hips over the back of her ass. It all happened in a flash, as if to display it to the world without fear of getting caught. In seconds they had climbed up into the big truck, pulled out of the drive, and sped off to whatever it was that they had planned for the day. My jaw had dropped. I was stunned.

It had never occurred to me, that she had interest in her friend. I knew that they were close. That she had known her for years, even before we were married; hell she was at our wedding as a bridesmaid. I was completely confused. Surely it had to be some sort of close friend kiss. The hand looked suggestive but I could have misread this. My wife and I did not get along but I didn’t think that she would cheat on me. I had to know the truth behind this. By the time I came out of my shock, they were long gone, and following them was now an idea that should have been thought of five minutes ago.

I stepped out of my van, and strolled down the sidewalk to my house, four houses down. Pulled out my house keys, and unlocked the side door. I opened it to the garage and headed from there through the house to our bedroom. On the way I happen to glance into the study to find that the printer was chirping wildly and shooting out pieces of paper. Curious to see what was printing, I stepped back and entered the well-lit study. As I examined the pages being extruded from the printer I found them to be nothing more then recipes. My wife was a culinary genius so this was pretty commonplace for her to hunt up recipes on the web. As I looked down to the monitor, I noticed that the Desktop was an image of a beautiful woman reaching for the heavens, standing, on what seemed to be the top of the world. Ivy vines raced up her naked figure, with leaves covering all the really hot spots on her body. This was not my account. Had to be my wife’s account, she of course loved art, and this image was genuine art. I decided to sit down; something was pulling me to the desktop. I did not want to invade my wife’s privacy, yet at the same time I did not want to go on uninformed, especially since she never talked to me anymore. As I looked around I noticed that her email was open. I debated with myself for quite sometime on this before finally opening the email inbox to see if there really was anything that I had to be suspicious over.

There were many emails, from all sorts of email list. Lots of recipe’s that had been passed around from all types of folks around the country. Joke emails, some porn ads, the usual junk email of course. Nothing interesting. I noticed however that her trash can on her email account contained one email. Figuring that it was probably some email about penis enlargement, I opened up the trashcan. In it I found the email to be addressed by Tiffmad4men. The name sounded familiar, to me however I could not place it. I clicked on the subject line which was blank and opened up the email.

From: Tiffmad4men
To: Hotcookin4you
Subject: <blank>

I just wanted to take a moment to thank you for such a wonderful time the other day. I don’t think that I have had that much fun in a really long time. You have always been a good friend to me, and we have always been close, yet I never opened myself up to these new feelings. I never knew that being close to a woman could feel so good. I am fortunate to have you, someone who is familiar with these thoughts, and fantasies. I was so afraid to tell anyone, even you, mostly because of how attracted I was to you. You have set me free in more ways then one, and I owe you everything for it.

The feelings were amazing, my blood ran rampant as you opened your blouse to reveal you breast. I know you were just over trying on that sexy black number you picked up at the mall. I had seen you undress before but I had never said anything, had never told you that it made me so wet. That all I wanted to do was reach my hand down inside my lace panties and play with my self. You opened that door for me, you reached for me. I was so embarrassed when you looked up to find me staring at your breast. I tried to shy away in hopes that you had not noticed. But you were more observant this time. I never expected you to stand up, walk over to me, and take my hand to lightly stroke across your breast.

I was shocked, pulled my hand away at first, and then it seemed to have its own sense of what to do. It reached for your breast again, and softly caressed the beautiful outline, taking the conscious effort to guide my fingers over the poignant nipple that rested on the top of your breast, like a flag claiming its individual place on your body. You pulled me closer and with sensual movement leaned your head on my shoulder, just above my own breast. Your left hand began to explore my chest thru my T-shirt. It drove me insane with desire, and my pussy was becoming wet then I had ever noticed myself to be.

The sunlight gleamed in the open window of my flat, and was heavenly upon your skin. As I gently rolled your nipples between my fingers, I felt your hand had moved up my breast to my neck, tracing the outline of my jaw. I shied away from you not wanting to look into your eyes, yet you knew exactly what you wanted to do with me, and with your hand you tipped my jaw towards you. I could see your lips, red, open, and wet, waiting for that magical moment that they would meet with mine. You leaned up to me slowly, parting your lips even more. As if to tease, or draw me in, you parked your lips within the width of a hair away, lightly brushing them against mine. When I could no longer deny myself this unknown and taboo love, my lips fell to meet yours. The sensation was incredible, the rush of that first kiss, combined with the excitement of it being with you, and the erotic knowledge that you were not a man. I held your bottom lip in mine not wanting to release that magic moment, my tongue escaping, probing against your lip between mine. I could feel your tongue pressing against my upper lip, wet, leaving me with a longing for more, yet at the same time not wanting to continue in fear of the unknown.

I want more. I know this now. I did not think I was ready at the time, but I am now. Thoughts of you touching me, kissing me, holding me close, with your bare breast pressed firmly upon my body. Though it was great to just discuss this new realm of sexuality with you, I can not help the lack of satisfaction I fell in my decision to stop.

I can’t wait for you to come over again. If you want I can pick you up. Let me know.

Wanting more,
Tiffmad4men

*Grins* and you now…hehe.

“Oh my God!” I thought. What was this? Her friend made it sound like she was the one that was new to this experience. How could I have not noticed this about my wife? She was my wife. Thoughts were a spinning in my head. Why would my wife not share something like this with me? I know things were rough between us, yet I always thought of her as a friend. She could have come to me.

“Oh my God!” I thought again. What if it was because she had no more interest in men? No no no! Surely this cannot be the case. Was I so bad in bed that she had to turn to women to get her desires filled? Anger and hurt begin to fill my heart. She was with her now. Irate I decided to head for our bedroom where I begin to pull out my bags and pack them. I had enough. I was not going to stick around to have her come around and finally tell me that I wasn’t man enough for her. I had given her the world. In retrospect, I had always provided her with sexual fulfillment, I simply could not understand her pushing me aside, and now flings with another woman.

As I was throwing clothes in the baggage I had drawn from the closet, I could hear the door open up downstairs. My wife had come home, and her friend was with her. In a panic I threw all of the clothes into the baggage, zipped it up, and tore for my closet. It was obvious that they were both heading up for our room. I stepped into the shadows and closed the closet door. I could hear them enter the room, as my heartbeat quickened. I held my breath so to hide myself further in the black.

“That was some sale wasn’t it.?” my wife stated as she entered our bedroom, no knowledge of my presence in my closet.

“Oh it sure was. I can’t believe we got all these great deals in such a quick amount of time, and did you see that blonde sales girl?” her friend replied, as she too entered the room behind my wife.

“She was cute wasn’t she.” my wife chuckled, “I’ve made a monster I believe.”

“Noooo, you just opened my eyes love.” Great I thought, my wife is her instructor. “Now hurry out of those clothes, Iam dieing to see you in this little pink number I got you.”

“Mmmmm.” her friend replied. I could faintly make out the sound of a deep, long kiss. “Can you get me a drink, something cold I think. Like that strawberry smoothie you made me the other day.”

“Sure dear, I’ll go whip us up a picture. Hurry with that dress, I’am dieing to see you in it, and put on those red leather boots too.” My wifes voice faded in the background, as she headed downstairs to the kitchen.

I slowly cracked the closet door. The slats on the front only allowed me to look down into the room, and I was curious at how my wife’s friend’s body looked. I had always thought she was pretty, but never really noticed her. After all I was into my wife like there was no other woman in the world, but hey, my wife was having her fun, I could look now.

I managed to crack the closet door without her noticing, about a half inch. I peered thru the crack to find her just pulling down a red thong. Her ass was in plain view, since she was facing the other way, and for a brief moment I caught the glimpse of her bald pussy. So small and compact, I could only imagine how tight her pussy was. She hastily put the panties in one of the shopping bags, and reached for a sexy pink dress. She turned to face the mirrors on the bathroom double door, providing me a wonderful silhouette. Her breast were firm and perky, nipples somewhat small and soft, yet very suckable. My wife had good taste in women, and it did not hurt that this was her closest friend. She pulled the little pink dress over her head and begin to pull it down. She was completely naked with the exception of this little dress. The silk fell across her body, her curves outlined perfectly by the dress, made it very flattering. It was almost as if she wore nothing at all. She turned and grabbed a pair of leather boots that were beside our bed, and sat down directly in front of me on the foot of the bed. Still oblivious to my presence she pulled up one boot and then the other, bringing her legs apart, giving me a wonderful show of the detail of her fine pussy. She was hot, no doubt about that, I was surprised that it took so long for me to notice this.

“Ok, a little refreshment for you dear.” My wife stepped quickly into the room. “Oh my god, you are so hot, that dress clings to you so well.”

“Well, it certainly is thin material, probably thinner then I would go out in, almost feels a little naughty.”

I was frozen, I did not want to be noticed by my wife, but I did not want to miss out on what may happen either. I had watched plenty of girl on girl action on my DvD player, however never in real life. My wife reached for her friends breast, and casually caressed it thru the fine material of the dress, then handed her the tall glass of fruity concoction that she had put together down in the kitchen.

“Thanks love, I needed this.”, she took a nice long sip from the glass, “I need you soooo bad, I have not been able to get you out of my mind for the last two days.”

“Well, I guess I have teased you long enough.” With that my wife pulled her close and softly begin to tease her friend with her lips.

I begin to feel awkward. My wife’s lips open and willing brushing lightly against her lover’s lips. Her lover’s lips open, their kiss dancing around each other as if too tease, and excite the other. She sighed, as my wife’s hand ran down her side, and gripped that firm ass. The kiss deepened as my wife grasped the back of her head, bunching up the wavy brown hair in her hand. Firmly holding her as if to reach inside and say without words. “your mine”. She tenderly reached under my wife’s sweater to fondle the peaks upon her chest.

Through the next few moments, they undressed each other, slowly, and without the usual fumbling that came when I made love to her. It was almost as if they knew exactly how the other wanted to be disrobed. It seemed an eternity as their kiss continued, unabated by the sensual movements of their hands exploring the naked flesh, as each article of clothing found its way to the floor below them. It was apparent that the level of excitement in my wife had increased profusely at the feel of her lover’s ass bare beneath the pink dress, as it fell to its place at the foot of the bed.

“Lay down my sweet little candy.” my wife said with a sultry tone.

Her lover heeding her words and complied with apprehension. I slowly stood up to get a better view above the bed, as my wife made her way around the side, and crawled across to her, to place a wet kiss on her stomach. She kneeled at her lover’s side, with her legs beneath her curvaceous ass. Her lover’s eyes begin to close as if the kiss melted her into a state of bliss. My wife sat up on the back of her heels, and delicately began to caress her hands down her lover’s silky-smooth skin. Starting at her shoulders, and with superb skill sliding them over the pair of firm summits upon her lover’s chest, creating a light sigh that came from the depths of the woman’s soul. Her hands lingering upon her breast as if soaking up the knowledge of every curve, every minute detail of her nipples, memorizing the feel of the breast in her hands. She turned her fingertips towards the fresh lips barely contained by her closed legs, and continued their adventure.

Her fingertips with palms flat against the milky skin, at a snail’s pace, made their way just above her lover’s pussy. They gently pried their way between her legs, without alarming her lover, opened them to give her the much desired access to the soft sex to be found therein. My wife moaned kindly at the discovery of the moisture building up between the exposed folds. Her lover, lips parted, eyes closed, breathed rapidly, responding to every glide of my wife’s fingers against her clitoris. She began to fondle her own breast, pinching her nipple with every pass her fingers made against it. With skill I did not know my wife possessed, sustained the massage for quite a while, resulting in small twitches here and there from her lover, with each pass of her fingertips touching her friend’s clitoris. My heart began to race as my wife gently buried one of her fingers deep within the tight sensitive canal of her lover’s pussy. She moaned, breaking down the walls that finally kept her from exploring this new avenue of sexuality. My wife’s breathing and rapidly increased, with the exhilaration of her probing finger. It was obvious that my wife was starting to show signs of restlessness.

With that, she leaned her head down, strategically placing a kiss directly above the hood of her lovers pussy. She lingered there, providing her a moment to take in the bouquet of her lover’s moist pussy, her nose moving directly above the glistening fold of skin, now swollen, and partially open. Her lover responded positively, and arched her hips forward, pushing her pussy against my wife’s nose.

“Mmmmm, there is nothing like the scent of a woman, my sweet little candy. Your scent is simply intoxicating.” Her lover moaned with delight, and eagerness for my wife’s lip service.

Her comment had made me cringe with anger. Though I was completely aroused and my cock swollen to the brink, I could not help but think that my wife had not shown me this kind of desire in so long. I did not seem fair, and I was irritated by her adultery, yet excited at the thought of my wife making love to another woman.

My wife, with her head leaned over her lover’s pussy, abruptly swung her hair to one side, at the same time glancing in my direction. It startled me, and I froze in fear of being caught, taking in the scene before me. Her eyes, if only for a moment, yet at the same time, seemed an eternity, appeared to be looking directly in to mine, thru the small open crack of the closet door. With a slight grin, she turned her attention back to her awaiting feast below. Unsure if she had seen me, or known I was there, I did not move. It almost felt as though she was telling me, “Look what I have.”, as if she were bragging. My emotions where in a complete state of bewilderment. The extreme need for sexual release, found my hand slowly working its way to my slacks, unbuttoning them, and ever so quietly unzipping the fly. I slowly pulled my now sore cock, out from my boxers, and began to firmly stroke the rigid shaft.

As my wife opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to escape from her confining lips, I prepared to see for the first time, my wife taste another woman. Her lover’s body shivered as the wet tongue slowly licked the clitoris down thru the folds of her pussy to the warm well of her sex. A squeal of delight erupted from her, as my wife took her now enlarged clitoris into her mouth, sucking softly, her head moving from side to side, without a beat, or without losing the sensitive tissue between her lips. My wife’s lover began to grind her pussy into her face, while grabbing her hair, and pushing her head into her groin even deeper. I had never known how great an expert my wife was at cunnilingus, as she delved into a trance like state, switching from wet licks to firm sucking of the folds and clit of her friend’s pussy.

It took very little time for her to climax into a vocal, and body shattering orgasm. Her body stiffened, and every muscle seemed to become more pronounced, provided the most stimulating visual I had ever seen. Her state of orgasmic ecstasy continued for a couple of minutes. Waves from her orgasm were obvious as her body trembled, relaxed, and trembled again and again. I could not take it any longer, and I allowed my hand free reign to stroke my cock, shooting my load all over the back of the closet door I was careful to aim for, so as not to spray it into the room in front of me. The sensation of the climax felt invigorating, and the release I had needed, completed.

My wife continued to lightly kiss the exterior folds of her lover’s now soaked pussy, succeeding in the continuation of the sensations given to her friend. After her lover finally came to a relaxing, loose state, she slowly rose up to her prior sitting position and smiled sweetly to her friend. Her friend’s face was flush, and her forehead drenched in small drops of sweat that bit by bit rolled towards the bed. Her chest, with breast firm, and nipples hard as small pebbles, rose up and down, as she began to fall even further into repose. My wife leaned to her, with lips longing for that tender kiss, were suddenly disappointed.

“I am sorry. I am not ready for this. I never kiss my boyfriend after he has gone down on me.” she said as she moved her head to face the pillow towards my wife, “I don’t think I will like the taste.”

Understandingly, my wife looked at her eyes deeply, then kissed her forehead. “That’s fine, I do not want you to do anything that you might feel uncomfortable with. Perhaps sometime you should take a moment when you are alone to pleasure yourself, and taste yourself.”

“How do I do that?” her friend asked confused. “I don’t have that kind of flexibility.”

My wife chuckled for a second, and replied. “No silly, with your fingers. After you come, just take your fingers from your wet pussy, and lightly apply the moisture to your bottom lip, then take it in, and taste. It you find it to be not offensive, taste the tip of your finger, and eventually suck on them if you like. Some women don’t like the taste, but I think its divine, and your pussy holds a wonderful taste that I think you will enjoy.”

Geez, my wife seemed more of a pro in all this then I had imagined. I started to wonder if she had other lovers as well. It was obvious that her friend was not the first, that her experience in pleasing women went far beyond what I had read about in her email. Hurt again welled within me, even jealousy coursed thru my veins. I quickly put my penis in my boxers and fixed my slacks. Too quickly I suppose, because my wife turned toward my direction again. I stood like a soldier, fearful of the repercussion of my presence being discovered. She held her gaze on the open crack of the closet, and spoke.

“Why don’t we go outside for a tan, since we are already nude. Will be refreshing to take a quick dip in the pool as well.” she finally turned her head back to face her friend, and I let out a very quiet sigh of relief. I could not help but feel that she knew I was here, and was even more relieved at her suggestion, as it would surely give me opportunity to sneak out the front door, and back to the safe and more comfortable confines of my van.

“Mmmmm, that sounds soooo good right about now. I could use a swim to cool off after this affair.” With that her friend sat up, and slid off the foot of the bed, and headed for the door. “You are joining me, right?”

“Yeah, give me a second Ill be right down behind you.” Shit, she knew I was there and was going to confront me. I was angry and embarrassed all wrapped into one. I was not ready for this. I could hear her friend’s footsteps running down the stairs, and heading for the back patio. My heart seemed to stop, not wanting it to beat and give me away in the silence of the room.

As I peered into the room, my wife’s naked body sat there on the bed, unmoved from where she started her exploration of her lover’s body. With one hand she lifted the other , raising her arms against her breast, and brought the finger she had inserted into her friends pussy to her face. She seemed to savor the scent for a moment, then moved graciously off the bed, and headed for the door behind her friend. I sighed yet again with relief as I listened to her footsteps tracing her lover’s path down the stairs after her. Then nothing, quiet silence. I slowly opened my closet door, and entered the bedroom. Standing over our marriage bed, I could still catch the same smell that my wife enjoyed not more then a few seconds prior. I looked at my bags that I had tossed into the dark closet, walked back, picked them up and closed the door.

Silently I headed for the front door, and stepped back out into the warm late afternoon sun. A tear started to well within, as I took one look into our home, then turned and headed back to my van up the street.

 

[Guest]

I am not sure if you are aware of this, but in the Story Discussion Circle forum, they offer a workshop for authors to run their unpublished stories by other authors for feedback and critique. It might be something that you would be interested in doing.

 

[Nroleer]

Thanks Crimson Maiden, I will most certainly check that out. I have already made two attempts at contacting a volunteer editor. The first of which I never got a response, and made a second attempt this morning.

I will look into your sugestion, thanks again for your post.

 

[kiltsr4guys]

It was a great story up until the end.........It would have been better if he would have confronted the wife later and explained that he was shocked and turned on at the same time....I would have liked to have seen them work this out some how...just my opinion.....but still a good story. I'd like to see more of you work

 

[kiltsr4guys]

I am not sure if you are aware of this, but in the Story Discussion Circle forum, they offer a workshop for authors to run their unpublished stories by other authors for feedback and critique. It might be something that you would be interested in doing.

CrimsonMaiden , I read your story and enjoyed it very much. I like the little bi twist that you added to it....I enjoy that. you will have to let me know when you have another offering to the board here. you may contact me directly by pm or at kiltsr4guys@yahoo.com
have a great day and thanks for wonderful story

 

[JRaven]

Good story

Good story, I like the way you've worked the emotions into it. I think the email part of it was a little long. I'm sure you wrote it that way to inject some of the past into the current. But I still feel that the wife's lover wouldn't write about what the two of them had done in such detail.

Now hurry up with part 3!

Jenny