TITLE    : She Stole My Husband
STORYID  : she-stole-my-husband
SUMMARY  : ...I stole her back.
AUTHOR   : Ephesus14@lit
DATE     : 2020-11-28
CATEGORY : lesbian-sex-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |lesbian wife|bisexual female|jilted wife|


Be advised that this is a story about lesbian love. It is outside my normal category and was written with someone specific in mind. Many thanks to the wonderful Randi for her skill and patience.



<strong>She stole my husband </strong>... I stole her back



My car battery was dead. My husband, Steve Jackson, had already left for work so I called my father. "I'm on my way to the garage so I'll stop by and get you started. I'll give you a car so you can get to school and put a new battery in for you." He was there in less than 15 minutes and I was on my way in 20. I dropped my car off and he gave me one of the old wrecks he always had around.



That really isn't fair. They weren't wrecks, but they weren't new or pretty, and he used them as loaners for his older established customers, and his poor daughter. I have two brothers. They are both mechanics and work with our father at his garage. Their names are Keith and Michael. Keith is older than Michael.



Dad's garage was not on the route I would normally take to school, but it never mattered... until that morning.



Steve's car was difficult to miss. It was a little red MGB with a vanity license plate which read CAELUS, the Roman God who was the personification of the sky. He thought it was pretty cool, since he worked in the space program.



I was stopped at a traffic light just as Steve's car turned in front of me. I honked my horn and waved to get his attention, but apparently he didn't hear me. There's no reason he would recognize the car I was driving, so I waited impatiently for the light to change so I could catch him. My heart always beat a little faster when I saw him.



Steve is a genius. He is an engineer at the Missile Command, but I have no idea what he does. In the six years we had been married, he tried to explain his job to me at least a dozen times, but I still have no idea. I don't understand circuitry miniaturization or data reconciliation functions. What I do understand is American History and how to teach it, because that's what I do. I also understand love because my husband is in love with me, and I am in love with him; it has been like that for almost eight years.



He was a year ahead of me at the University of Alabama at Huntsville, and we met at the student dispensary there. He had a severe cough and I had twisted my ankle. We were almost inseparable after that. That was his senior year and he started working for the government immediately after graduation. We were both born and raised in the Huntsville area. He rented an apartment before he started work and I moved in. He worked and I went to school. My family was not happy when I moved in with him.



Most evenings after dinner, we had sex. He wasn't my first and I wasn't his, but we didn't care. When you loved someone, their past relationships meant nothing; unless, of course, your partner had been married and children were involved. That wasn't the case with either Steve or myself, however.



My name is Sandra Jackson, nee Beech.



There were two cars between Steve and me. It was unsafe for me to try to pass them just to wave at my husband, so I stopped trying. I would just tell him about it later. He was very safety minded and insisted that neither of us use our phones while diving. There were no exceptions. If it was important enough to talk while driving, we would stop and converse.



I saw his little red car pull out of traffic and stop at the curb just in time for a woman to jump in his car and kiss him. It wasn't a kiss on the cheek, but was a full lips-on-lips kiss. I kept driving and didn't look at them as I passed and it appeared they were too busy to look in my direction in that they were still involved in that same kiss.



I pulled off and waited for them and a couple of other cars to pass me. I followed them to the building that housed our insurance company. She got out but not before kissing him again. He pulled out and, I assume, went to work. She was tall and slender with long dark hair. I watched as some man held the door open for her and enjoyed the view of her ass as she entered.



It was a very long day for me. My students didn't learn anything from me unless it was how to stare blankly into space.



I made it through the day and couldn't find my car in the faculty parking lot after school. The Assistant Principal found me in tears wandering through the parking lot crying because I couldn't find my car. We had almost decided to call the police and report it stolen when my brother, Keith called.



"Your car is ready to go, Sis. I wanted to charge you full freight, but Dad wouldn't let me so you got another free ride. It just shows that he always liked you best." He laughed as he hung up. I was relieved that my car wasn't stolen, but I couldn't remember what car I was driving, so I pushed the panic button on the key fob I found in my purse. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the car one row over started that loud single horn blast you hear until you push the panic button again.



Our Assistant Principal's name was Libby. She was attractive without being stunning, and she had a perfect hour glass figure. Occasionally she wore blouses which showed her nipples sticking out. It could be my imagination, but there were times when she and I were meeting together that I would walk in her office and she would take off her outer jacket or sweater. When our meeting was over, she put the jacket or sweater back on. There were rumors around the faculty lounge that she was a lesbian, but nobody seemed to care. I smiled to think that if she was, she was taking off her jacket or sweater to impress me with her breasts. I wasn't all that impressed because mine were bigger. My nips were not as prominent, but they were nothing to be ashamed of.



I had always known that I was attracted to both men and women, but I had never met a woman with whom I thought I wanted to have a relationship. Societal pressures always directed me toward men.



At home that evening, I went through my normal afternoon and evening chores. Those included making dinner. I was always home before Steve and usually had dinner on the table or, more often, on TV Trays by the time he got home, which was usually around 5:50.



It was almost eight that evening when he got home and his dinner was cold. I could only imagine why he was so late. I asked him and his answer was the same as it had been the other nights during the past two months he was late. "It's that damned problem we've gotten hit with."



Steve and I had many things in common, and one of the biggest was neither of us sat on a problem. Once it presented itself, we went to work on it. It was quiet in our house that evening and there was no romance, which, when I thought about it, was the same as the last week. We had never gone a week without sex.



The next morning, I called Libby and asked for the rest of the week off. We always had substitute teachers on call, so she said okay. As soon as Steve left, I followed him and he led me to the same place he picked up the woman the day before. He dropped her off again and was rewarded with another long kiss.



The parking lot where he worked was huge and had several entrances and exits. I drove around the parking lot until I found his car. Then I located the nearest exit. From noon until he left, I parked on a city street, fed the parking meter, and waited for him to leave. When he did, it was early. About two hours early to be exact.



I followed him to the insurance building where she was waiting for him, then to the house where he picked her up. He turned in the driveway and pulled into the garage. The door closed after he got inside.



I'd seen enough.



We didn't chat much that evening or the next morning. I was trying to figure out what to do. The following day, I went back to school; not to teach, but to talk to Libby.



I told her what I had seen and what I suspected. She offered her condolences and asked if she could help.



"No," I said. "I just wanted you to know in case you see me out of sorts for a while."



"I understand." There was a pause. "Why don't you and I have dinner tonight? That would get you out of the house so you wouldn't have to see him, and it would give you someone to talk to and maybe a soft shoulder to cry on."



I didn't have to think long. "Sounds good. Where and what time?"



"Let me give you my address." She said as she was writing. "Meet me there at six?"



"Sounds good. See you there."



I went home and thought most of the day about what I was going to do. Around four, I ran a bath and stayed covered with bubbles for over an hour. I stood, grabbed a towel and started drying myself. I stood in front of the mirror and watched myself as I dried. I was almost finished when I stopped and stared. I had a really nice body. I was used to men staring at it and took it for granted, but I never saw the attraction a woman might have to it. I was sitting at my dressing table brushing my hair and my eyes kept going to my breasts. I would look someplace else, but invariably they went back to my breasts. I stood and went to the full length mirror on my closet door and took a critical look at the whole package. It really was killer. I thought it was killer and apparently Libby liked it, so an idea started forming in my head.



I was getting dressed when Steve came in the bedroom.



"Hi, sweetie," he said. "Are we going someplace?"



"I'm going to dinner with Libby from school." That's all I said, and he didn't ask anything else.



She must have been watching for me because I never had a chance to ring her doorbell.



"Don't you look nice," she said.



"Thank you. I didn't know where we were going so I probably overdressed."



She took my hand and turned me around. "You're perfect. I was thinking about eating here. Would that be okay? That way we have some privacy."



"That's fine."



She indicated I should sit on her sofa. She brought two flutes of champagne, handed me one, and she sat next to me. We just chatted through our first flute, then we had dinner. It was a Cobb salad, and it was perfect. The dinner conversation never touched on Steve. It was mostly about school. Afterward we were back on the sofa with more champagne. That's when the topic of Steve came up. I told her all that I suspected. The only things I knew for sure were that he picked the woman up, dropped her off, kissed her and spent time at her house. Anything else was just speculation, but Libby and I agreed that at least two of those things wouldn't pass the wife test. He could tell me about picking her up and dropping her off and that could be perfectly innocent, but lip-on-lip kissing and putting his car in her garage and closing the door smelled to high heaven.



Speaking of smelling, Libby managed to move closer to me and I could sense her leaning close and inhaling. "You smell clean," she said, "No perfume?"



"No. I save it for my husband and special occasions."



"I think this is a special occasion," she said.



I smiled. "It is, but not in the way that calls for perfume."



"That's too bad." She took my flute, refilled it, came back, and sat even closer to me.



We talked more and she asked me if I knew what I was going to do about Steve?



"I have an idea that's been going around in my head, but I'm not sure, yet. In fact, I have no clue where it came from." That was a lie. I knew exactly where it came from and she was sitting next to me at that very moment.



She smiled. "I have some ideas, too." She took a sip of her champagne and looked at me over the top of her flute. That look helped push my idea more towards becoming real.



We chatted some more before I decided it was time to go home. She seemed disappointed when I left. Steve was in bed asleep when I got there. I stood over him and cried. It had been almost two weeks since we had sex, and I knew that we would never have sex again and that our marriage was over. I walked slowly down stairs, and in the clothes I wore to Libby's, fell asleep with the seeds of my idea trying to grow in my mind.



"Hey. Hey. Sandra. Wake up." I opened my eyes and saw Steve. "Why did you sleep down here? And in clothes?"



"I just felt like it."



"Okay. It just isn't like you, that's all. I'll probably be late tonight. Don't save dinner and don't wait up."



I got dressed and drove to the insurance building. I went in and looked around. It was a two-story building. There was a desk for a receptionist, but no one was there so I started walking around like I belonged there. I didn't see her on the first floor so I went upstairs. I saw her almost immediately. The nameplate on her desk said Helen Franklin, and it had the logo for the insurance company that insured our house and cars.



I went home and called Libby. "Can you have lunch with me?" I asked.



"Of course."



"Good. My house at noon?"



"Perfect. See you then."



I opened the door at precisely noon as she rang the bell. I offered her a seat on the sofa and I sat next to her. "I don't have much for lunch," I said. "I really just wanted to talk to you about an idea I had."



"Sure. Let's hear it."



"Okay, here goes. Steve is undoubtedly having an affair and I want revenge. I think it would be easy to go out and get fucked in retaliation, but that would be too easy." I inhaled deeply and watched Libby as her eyes looked at my expanding chest. Her mouth almost watering. "What I want to do is try to take her away from him."



Her eyes went from my chest to my face. "What did you say?"



"I want to take her away from him."



She started laughing. "Do you mean wine and dine her? And literally take her from him?"



"Yes."



She laughed again. "You can't be serious. Have you ever been with a woman?"



"No. That's where I need your help."



"How?"



I took another deep breath. It was time to jump into the deep end of the pool. "Is it my imagination, or have you been coming on to me recently?"



There was a pause while she looked at me. "Has it been that noticeable?"



"Only to me, and that's as far as it will ever go."



Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. "Are you trying to blackmail me?"



"Oh, my God, no. No." I took her hand and held it between mine. "No. What I want is for you to teach me how to seduce her."



She looked right in my eyes. "Let me get this straight. You want me to teach you how to seduce the woman your husband is having an affair with. Do I have that right?"



It sounded pretty strange hearing her describe it, but that's what I wanted. "Yes," I answered. "I want to get even with both of them. I want to seduce her and have him watch us. Then I can tell both of them to kiss my ass."



"You know you're asking a lot. I would love to seduce you for myself, but teaching you how to seduce someone else would break my heart." She pulled her hand away. "I don't think I could do that. I'm sorry."



"I understand, and I'm sorry I asked."



"Whatever prompted such an idea? You can't just seduce a member of the same sex, you know. Have you even met her? Talked to her? If she's screwing your husband, she's probably not interested in eating pussy, she wants to suck dick. I think you're biting off more than you can chew."



"Maybe so, but I want to try. I want to take her away from him and rub it in his face."



"If she's fucking him, he's already had it rubbed in his face." She stood. "Sandra, if there is anything else I can do let me know." She paused. "Maybe we'll have lunch another day." She hugged me and left.



This was going to be more difficult than I thought without her help. If the beginning of my plan was such a big failure, I couldn't imagine what the rest of it might end up being.



I had opportunities to experiment with fooling around with other girls when I was in college. I had at least three friends who called themselves LUGS (Lesbians until graduation). Maybe I should have joined their experiments, but how could I have known I would ever conceive of doing something like I planned?



I opened my computer and looked for lesbian porn sites. I had no trouble finding them. Watching, at first, was not in the least exciting. In fact, it began to dawn on me that I couldn't do that, so I turned off the computer and tried to think of other ways. How I ever came up with such an idiotic idea was beyond me. I'd have to come up with something else. Maybe video having some man fuck me and showing it to Steve would work, but I had no desire to fuck another man even for revenge. Of course, I could just lie there until it was over. I gave a big sigh.



It was late when Steve got home. We sat and tried to talk, but the only real conversation we had was when he told me he had to work Saturday morning. It was like we were on our first date and had nothing in common to talk about.



I still had a day off, so back to the computer I went. This time I took a glass of wine with me even though it was only ten in the morning. I watched lesbian action for a couple of hours and had two glasses of wine before it started looking like something I could do. There was one scene where a woman was being seduced by another woman. I assumed they were only acting, but it looked real and I got into it. I watched as the tits of the younger woman came into view and the older woman started licking and sucking on them. I watched as her nipples grew and was reminded of how Libby's might look.



Later in that seduction scene, the young woman's pussy was exposed. Not just exposed, but held open by the other woman and I saw the pink insides with moisture seeping out of her. I took a big gulp of my wine and watched as the older lady leaned down and started licking the pussy. I could almost feel Steve doing the same with me, but for some reason, on the screen it looked gentler and more sensuous with a woman doing it. I was starting to get turned on. I stayed turned on for the rest of the video. Watching the video helped cement my decision.



My parents were spending time at their second home in the mountains. I knew they were going to be gone for another couple of months at least. They wouldn't be back until it started getting cold there.



That afternoon, I called our insurance company and asked to speak to Helen Franklin. "This is Helen, how may I help you?"



"I'm thinking about changing insurance companies and I'd like to discuss it with you."



"Of course. May I have your name?"



I gave her my maiden name. "Sandra Beech. Actually, it's my parent's house, but they're both in a nursing home so I'm taking care of it for them." I lied. Their carrier was different from Steve's and mine.



"Certainly, Sandra. When would be a good time for us to meet?"



The next day was Saturday, but I figured insurance people were like real estate folks: you strike when the iron's hot. How does 10:00 tomorrow sound?"



"Uh, I have another appointment, but I'll reschedule. See you at 10:00 tomorrow."



I gave her the address and hung up. I had given her my maiden name so there would be no logical way she could connect me with Steve. It wasn't until after I hung up that it dawned on me that Steve said he had to work and Helen said she had an appointment, but would reschedule. I didn't think it was a coincidence. I'd have been willing to bet they were meeting.



Steve and I were eating dinner that night. "Oh, by the way, I just found out I don't have to work tomorrow so how would you like to go somewhere?" he asked.



I smiled inwardly. He no longer had to work because his girlfriend would be with me, the bastard. I told him that some teachers were having a meeting and I was going. That night in bed, he wanted to have sex, but I told him no. It was the first time ever.



The next morning, I dressed and applied just a hint of the best perfume I had. As I started to leave, Steve kissed me, took a deep breath, and spoke. "Wow. I certainly hope there are no men at this meeting. They will try to latch on to you for sure."

<hr pg="2" />I looked at him. "Would that bother you?"



He looked back. "Of course it would."



"Really?" I asked.



"Absolutely. You belong to me and I don't share."



I patted him on his shoulder. "That works two ways, remember that." I left.



Helen Franklin arrived exactly on time. We sat and talked about what I had in mind for my parents, insurance wise. We talked about the house we were in, their house in the mountains, their RV and both of their cars, as well as an umbrella policy. It could be a very lucrative "get" for her, so she was anxious to do what she had to do.



We talked for a long time and I showed her around the property. There was a barn which had been converted to a garage for their RV, and we went through that building as thoroughly as we went through the others. We went back to the house and were talking when her phone rang. She excused herself and answered it.



"Hi," she said. "What's up?" Apparently, the voice on the other end was talking. "Well, how about dinner tonight?" Pause. "Tuesday would be fine. Dinner at my place." Pause. "Okay. See you then."



I looked at her. "Husband?"



"Him? No. Just a short-term boy toy."



"How long have you been seeing each other?" I asked.



"About two months."



"What does he do?"



"He's an engineer."



"This is Huntsville. Almost everyone is an engineer."



"Isn't that the truth, but Steve loves it and the work."



"Is that his name?"



"Yes."



"You like him, huh?"



"Honestly? Like I said, he's just a boy toy. He'll be gone soon." We talked some more. It was a bit early for alcohol, so I offered coffee and she accepted.



"Do you live here?" she asked.



"No, I live with a woman and I divide my time between here and my house," I lied. Her coffee cup was almost to her lips but she stopped it mid-air for just a fraction of a second and her eyes opened a bit wider.



"Really?"



"Yes."



"How long have you been with her?"



"Not long. You know some relationships run smooth as silk and some get kind of bumpy. Right now, ours is a bit bumpy so I spend more time here." I realized I was describing my marriage. "How is your relationship? Pretty smooth?"



She smiled. "Just like yours. Last week it was smooth as silk as you described it. This week, not so much."



"That's too bad," I said. "Would you like a small shot of Bailey's in your coffee?"



"Why not," she said.



I was very generous with the Bailey's. We talked for another hour which included more Bailey's than coffee. It was mid-afternoon when she had to leave. "Is there any chance I can look over your parents' current policies? Maybe after I see them, I can give you a better rate." She smiled. She wanted to see what the competition was doing.



"Of course. How about Wednesday evening. Here about 6:30. I work all day." I had heard her make a date with someone I assumed was my husband for Tuesday. I was going to fuck that up.



"That works for me." She said.



"Are you sure?"



"Sure. No problem."



I walked her to the door. She stuck out her hand for me to shake, but I brushed it aside and hugged her. It wasn't one of those sissy hugs, either. I hugged her tightly, making sure she could feel my tits crushing her own and my neck was near her face so she could smell my perfume. I held the hug longer than necessary, but quite frankly, I enjoyed it and my face was as flushed as hers when we broke the hug.



I smiled as I watched her get in her car and drive off. I made a note to get more Bailey's. She seemed to enjoy it.



At home, I basically ignored Steve. I fixed myself a sandwich and potato chips for dinner.



"Nothing for me?" he asked.



"Oh, I thought you had already eaten." I made no effort to do anything for him. I assumed that if he got hungry enough, he would fix himself something.



At bedtime, he again made romantic overtures, which I rejected. My last thought that night was should I give in and fuck him or should I keep him cut off. To hell with him. Cut him off.



The next day was Sunday and he made it clear he wanted some ass that night or there would be hell to pay. My first thought was "don't threaten me motherfucker". I spent the night at my parents. Monday evening at home he wanted to know what was going on. He had been drinking.



"You're not fucking me so you must be fucking someone else." He said with a sneer.



"My sentiments exactly." I told him. "For two weeks you never touched me. All of a sudden you're demanding pussy. What happened? Did your girlfriend cut you off?"



He blustered about for a bit then went to bed. He was asleep when I got there. He was probably dreaming about getting a piece the next day, but I was going to fuck that up. At breakfast the next morning he told me he was going to have to work late that day.



"No worries. I'll be out myself." I told him. He just stared at me.



At school I called Helen and told her I couldn't make our meeting on Wednesday evening, could we make it that evening.



"I'm sorry, but I have plans," she said.



"Oh, okay. Maybe some other time," I said.



She was smart enough with her business to realize a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush and she didn't want this bird to get away.



"Wait. I'll change my plans. See you at 6:30?"



That will be perfect," I said. I grinned knowing Steve wasn't getting laid that night either.



It might have been my imagination, but it seemed to me that Helen was dressed a bit nicer than the last time, and she certainly smelled good enough to eat. We hugged when I met her at the door. I tried to push my tits through her chest. I even did a bit of back and forth rubbing making sure she felt it. When the hug was over both of us were breathing a bit harder.



I took my time getting the current policies from the safe. I put them on the dining room table and sat beside her as she started through them. As she turned each page, I moved closer as if wanting to read that page. She made no effort to move away. I had no idea what to think. Either I was incredibly lucky or Helen was incredibly easy; I wasn't sure which; could have been both.



We spent four hours and almost made it past the first ten pages of the policy and half a bottle of Bailey's. Bailey's was not my drink of choice in the evening, but we both enjoyed it that evening. Another long, chest massaging hug capped the evening.



I knew Steve was going to be mad when I got home because he didn't get any ass from Helen and he wasn't getting any of mine. I was right. He was home and had been drinking.



"Where the fuck have you been?" He demanded. I ignored him and went straight upstairs. He followed me trying to get me to talk. I went into our bedroom and started taking off my clothes. He quieted down as he watched me. When I got to my bra, I saw him unzip his trousers and pull out his dick. I smiled inwardly as I slid my panties down my legs. I noticed with satisfaction that they were wet. I, of course, could feel the dampness while wearing them. It started when Helen put her hand on my leg to support herself when she leaned down to pick up some paper she had dropped. My pussy got wetter and wetter as time went along. My time with her affected me more than I ever thought possible. I looked at Steve's dick. Up until two weeks ago, I would have drooled at seeing it, knowing it was going to be in my mouth and pussy. Looking at it now, it caused no sensation at all. It was just a piece of flesh being jerked around by a man who, and the thought just entered my mind again, was not going to be my husband for very much longer.



He came to me and put his hand on my shoulder and started it down my chest. Before he got to my tit I dodged and turned to him. "Don't touch me. You're never going to touch me again." That came out of the blue. I never planned on saying that; at least not then, but once I started, I couldn't stop.



"What are you talking about."



"I'm talking about the fact that you have been fucking someone else for over two months and you're never going to touch me again. You have a week to get your shit out of this house because I'm filing for divorce." I had no proof of actual cheating, but it seemed to be the perfect example of Occam's Razor; specifically, the simplest answer is usually the right one.



"You're crazy. I'm not cheating on you. Where did you get that idea?"



"From watching you, Steve. You pick her up at her house, you take her to work, then take her home again only you stick around for a few hours for a piece of ass before coming home and ignoring your wife."



"You're fucking nuts and I'm tired of your shit."



"You have a week." I picked up my clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When I got there, I did something I'd never done in my life. I took my panties, held them to my nose and inhaled deeply. I smiled and did it again before putting them in the dirty clothes hamper. I took a shower, spending lots of time washing my pussy.



There was a lot of slamming and banging coming from the bedroom. Steve was gone when I went back in there. I looked and some of his underthings were gone from his dresser. Some clothes were missing as well.



I went to sleep thinking of seducing Helen .



At the end of school the next day, Libby asked me to join her in her office. We went in and she closed the door before sitting at her desk. "How are things going with you?" she asked.



"Not too bad. I kicked my husband out of the house last night."



"Good for you. So you've given up on trying to seduce his lover? That's good because the chances are, she would have rejected you and both of you would have been embarrassed."



I looked at her. "You might be right."



"Now, with him out of the picture, would you be interested in a real seduction, by a real lesbian?"



I looked at her nipples sticking out and thought for just a matter of seconds before I spoke. "I don't know if I'm ready for something like that," I said. Then I stood, walked around behind her desk, reached my right hand into her blouse, squeezed her left tit, leaned down, and kissed her for a long time. When I broke the kiss and removed my hand, she sat there with closed eyes.



"Oh my God," she said slowly. "Don't stop now."



"Sorry, sweetie, but I have to go." I don't know what came over me. First, I ignored my husband's hard cock, then I almost threw myself at Helen, and I just felt the first female tit that wasn't mine and I kissed the soft lips of a female. My panties were soaking wet. I felt powerful and I wanted more.



Helen met me at my parents' house, but she was timid and hesitant.



I sensed that hesitation. "Instead of plodding through these," I indicated the insurance documents, "why don't we go out for dinner?" I asked.



"I don't think so. In fact, I was thinking that you might want a different agent."



My sense of power disintegrated in a split second. "But why. I thought we were getting along so well."



"We were, er, are, but I've just inherited a situation that I don't know how to handle."



"Anything I can help you with?"



"I don't think so... unless you know how to convince a wife to take her husband back."



"I don't understand."



"The man I'm seeing is married. Did I tell you that?" I shook my head. "Well, he is, and his wife found out about us and kicked him out. Now he wants to move in with me, and I don't want him. He's putting pressure on me."



"I thought you told me he was just a boy toy. You fuck him when you need it and he goes away until you need him again."



"That's true, and it worked pretty well until last night."



"Well, reinforce it. Make sure he understands the rules." She looked at me skeptically. "Look, has he always known he was not a permanent thing?"



"Yes. I've never kept it a secret."



"Good. Give him an alternative. Continue the relationship the way it was or hit the skids. Go away. Disappear. Vamoose."



She laughed. "Okay, that's enough. I get the idea."



"In the meantime, continue to be my agent and have dinner with me."



She laughed again. "You make me laugh and you realize that being your agent has nothing to do with dinner."



"I do realize that." I looked at her, reached up and moved a strand of her hair out of her eye, my eyes not moving from hers. I realized that she looked back at me, as well, and her eyes didn't waiver either. I moved in to kiss her and sensed she was moving to meet me when her phone rang breaking the mood.



"Hello, Steve." Pause. "I told you that wasn't a good idea." A somewhat longer pause. "That's not my problem. You should have thought about that before." Pause. "I don't care where you stay, but you're not staying with me." Pause. "I'm sorry you feel that way. Goodbye." She put her phone in her purse and looked at me. "Well, that takes care of that. Is the dinner invitation still open?"



I smiled widely. "You bet it is." She drove and I left my car. In her car I asked her if the phone call meant her relationship with Steve was over. "So it seems, and I feel pretty good about it. It's like a weight has been lifted off my back."



"A married weight," I offered.



"Exactly," she said.



Dinner was wonderful; not because the food was good, but because my panties stayed wet and I loved that feel. After dinner, she took me to my parents'. I invited her in and she came without hesitation. We sat on the sofa with a small Bailey's in our hands. She took a sip.



"Let me ask a question," she said. I nodded. "Are you a lesbian?"



"Part of me has always been drawn to women but I never pursued it, but recently a woman I work with has opened my eyes and emotions to it, and it makes me excited to think about it. I used to think about men and big dicks, but recently I've begun to think about soft breasts and even softer pussies." I squirmed and felt the moisture in my panties. I couldn't believe that I was getting wet again. I was going to have to start carrying extra panties if this kept up.



"So are you saying that you've never had a full blown lesbian... what do you call it... affair? Liaison? Tryst?"



"No, I haven't, but I saw you and took a chance. I saw those eyes of yours and with one look deep into them, I saw your soul. Then I saw your body. Even with clothes on, it looks spectacular and I immediately wanted to see it and touch it, and taste it, and caress it, and hold it close to my own naked body and feel it rubbing against me." I paused to look at her and at the same time look inward at myself and for the hundredth time recently, tried to determine how I had gone so far so fast based on nothing more than the desire to get even with my cheating husband. The majority of people with cheating spouses handled their problems in their own way: Counseling with a view toward reconciliation, fucking someone for revenge, divorce, or, in some, cases, violence. I had chosen to seduce his lover, never having seduced, or been seduced, by a female before. Now I was in a bit of a jam. It started out as a plot to get revenge, but I had come to like Helen. Actually, it was more than just like. I was feeling some pretty strong affections for her.



"But you told me you lived with a woman and your relationship was bumpy."



"It was never a sexual relationship," I said. "It was for convenience only." I continued the lie.



"Oh."



"Now let me ask you a question," I said. "Have you ever considered having sex with a woman?"



She blushed. "A couple of years ago, after my husband and I divorced, I was pissed at all men in general and thought about it, but had no idea how to go about it. After a while, the urge went away and I discovered that I liked dicks again."



"How about now?"



She smiled. "I'm not sure."



I took the Bailey's glass out of her hand, put it on the coffee table, leaned in and kissed her. She offered no resistance, but made no effort to kiss back. I ended the kiss and leaned back and looked at her. "Nothing?" I asked.



"It wasn't nothing, but it didn't shake the earth, either."



I gave her the glass of Bailey's back and she laughed. "What's so funny?" I asked.



"Are you thinking 'Liquor is quicker'?" she asked.



It was my turn to laugh. "In all honesty, the thought never entered my mind, but if you think it would help there's more."



"It won't help, but I wouldn't mind if you did it again."



I didn't need to be asked twice. I leaned in, and as softly as I could touched my lips to hers. I held it like that for about two seconds before I started moving them gently, touching all of her lips with mine. It was another two seconds before she started to respond. I felt pressure on my lips and on my upper torso as she leaned into me. We broke the kiss at the same time and were both breathing hard.



Holy shit, I thought. Could any kiss be better than that? I barely finished that thought when her lips were on mine again. Harder this time. More desperate to crush our lips together, but it didn't last long. She initiated it and she ended it.



"I have to go." She jumped up, grabbed her purse, and bolted out the door. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.



I locked my parents' house and went home. In the master bedroom, I noticed more of Steve's things were missing. I bolted all of the doors and made sure all of the windows were locked before I went to bed and dreamed of Helen's soft lips. I slept in my panties, something I usually do only during my time of the month. That night I did it because I wanted to feel the moisture in them.



At school the next day, Libby stopped me in the hall. We hadn't seen each other since I put my hand down her blouse, played with her tit, and kissed her. "How're things going?" she asked.



I smiled. "Not bad. Not bad at all."



"Are you working on that," she looked around, "special project you told me about?"



"I am."



"How's it coming and do you need any help?"



"So far, so good," I said. "No help needed... yet."



She looked a bit disappointed. "Well, remember that I'm here if you need me."



I touched her shoulder and ran my hand down her arm and felt her quiver just a bit. God, she was sensitive, I thought. I wondered if I was that sensitive. It would be fun to find out.



I never talked to Helen the rest of the week and was beginning to think that maybe I had gone too far too fast.



Steve called and told me he would be completely out of the house the next day. When he arrived, he wanted to talk. We sat and he apologized over and over. He wanted me to forgive him, let him stay in the house, and we could work things out.



"What happened, Steve? Did your girlfriend drop you when she found out I kicked you out and you had no place to go?"



"How did you..."



"It's over, Steve. You cheated and we're getting a divorce." He left dejected.



I decided to give Helen a full week to collect her thoughts and either give me a chance, or completely reject me. In the event of rejection, I was prepared to call Libby, because my pussy needed something besides my finger.



It was the sixth day when she called. "Hi." she said when I answered. "We never finished going over your parents' policy. Would you like to do that?"



I turned her question around. "Would you like to do that?"



I heard a very soft "yes" and smiled.



"Is this evening too soon?"



"This evening would be perfect," she said.



We hung up and I danced around the house singing, "I'm going to get some pussy, I'm going to get some pussy." I soaked in the tub with bubble bath, and it seemed the water level was two inches higher when I got out than when I got in because my pussy leaked so much.



For only the second time in my life I put on my black thong panties. All my life I'd heard that when a woman wore black underwear it was because she wanted to be fucked. It worked with Steve for years. He knew that when he saw me in black underwear he was going to get laid, but I hated thongs. It was certainly true that evening. I watched myself in the mirror as I put on a lacy black bra that opened in the front. My blouse was very low-cut and my skirt was very short and very tight. My perfume was applied to all the right places.

<hr pg="3" />I was waiting when the doorbell rang. She was dressed like she wanted to be seen and appreciated when she walked through the door. She put her purse down and we hugged. It was our first standup face-to-face full-frontal body touching hug, and I would have been happy if it lasted for hours, because the last couple of minutes was two bodies rubbing against each other causing some very deep breaths. I reached up and moved her hair so I could smell and kiss her neck. When I did, I could feel her shiver all over, which made our bodies rubbing together all the more sensual. We finally broke the hug and I took her hand and led her to the sofa. "Or would you rather we go straight to the bedroom?" I asked.



She looked at me. "Let's sit and talk for a while."



"May I get you something to drink?" I asked.



She smiled. "No, thank you. I want to be completely sober for this." She took my hand. "I want you to know, I'm not afraid, but I'm nervous and excited at the same time. My heart has been pounding like it wants to comes out of my chest and I can't imagine what it's going to be like in a few minutes." She paused and a tear came to her eye. She stood and went to the window "When I left after the last time I was here, I was almost afraid of my feelings and wasn't sure if I wanted to come back, but my imagination ran rampant and overruled my fear."



I stood and quietly went to her. She was still looking out the window when my arms went around her waist and I felt her stiffen. We stood there for a matter of seconds before I started to take my hands away. Before I could, she put her hands on top of mine and squeezed. We stood like that until she loosened her grip. When she did, I brought my right hand to her hair and brushed it aside before leaning into her and kissing her neck. She inhaled sharply before breaking completely away from me and darting across the room.



We stood looking at each other before we slowly walked together. The last three steps were quick, and we were in each other's arms. I held her tight before kissing her.



I had kissed Libby and it was exciting, but kissing Helen was heavenly. Her soft full lips touched mine and she almost collapsed. She was limp in my arms and when I started to let her go, she put her arms around me and kissed me. My tongue tried to part her lips and she resisted for the briefest of moments before she opened them, and my tongue went in her mouth and I sucked on her tongue. Her breath was coming in short, sharp spurts now as I felt her tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. I relaxed and let her go. I could feel the tip of it in every area probing, pushing and feeling.



I broke the kiss, took her by the hand, and led her to the bedroom where we stood facing each other. She reached for the top button of my blouse and worked her way down, her eyes following her hands while my eyes stayed on her face. My blouse was tucked in my skirt, so when she unbuttoned the last button she could see, she pulled my blouse out of my skirt, opened the last button and gently pushed my blouse off my shoulders, letting it drift to the floor. She reached for the clasp on the front of my bra. I put my hand on her hand to stop her.



"This is it. We either stop here or we go all the way." It looked like we had role reversal. I was the one who started this, but she seemed to be more anxious than me to go forward. My mouth drooled at the prospect of tasting her pussy and of enjoying the sensations of her tongue in my own pussy.



She brushed my hand aside, unclasped my bra, and spread it wide so my breasts were exposed. My nipples stuck out like pencil erasers, hard and firm.



I stood there with my bra hanging open. "Now, it's my turn," I said. She was wearing a dress, a short, tight, black dress. I turned her around and reached for the zipper. It seemed to take an hour for it to get all the way down. As it lowered, her dress spread open, exposing soft white skin. It finally stopped just where her beautiful hips started to flare outward, creating a perfect ass. I reached and unclasped her bra, then turned her around. It was a black bra. I smiled. Black. She wanted to get fucked, too. My hands went to the shoulders of her dress and pulled it down, taking her bra with it. Slowly her chest, then the tops of her breasts, and finally her nipples came into view. The top of her dress stopped falling, but the bra didn't. It landed on the floor on top of my own.



I leaned forward and for the first time in my life, put my mouth on another woman's breast. As soon as my mouth touched her flesh, she moaned. When I sucked it into my mouth, she squealed, but when I gently bit down on her nipple, she screamed; not out of pain, but ecstasy. I nibbled and sucked on one until she moved my head to the other one and she made the same sounds in the same order.



Moving to my knees in my short tight skirt was difficult, but I tried. She sensed what I was doing and stopped me. Then she put her hands between my thong and skin and pushed down, my skirt and thong going to the floor together. I had wanted her to see me in the thong, but it no longer mattered. Now I wanted her to see me naked. She pushed the skirt down so I could step out of it. I wanted her to go all the way down so my pussy was in her face, but she didn't.



I returned the favor and pushed her dress down her legs. Her black lace panties, almost identical to mine stayed on. I gently lay her back on the bed and knelt above her. I kissed her lips for a long time before moving down her body to her throat. She seemed to enjoy that a great deal, then her chest between her breasts, her breasts, each one several times. I dragged my moist tongue down to her belly button and tried to fuck it with my tongue, moving in and out as much as I could. I came to the tops of her panties and used my hand to lower the front of them just a bit and kissed from one side of her waist to the other. I lower them a little more and did the same thing. By the time I lowered them the third time, beautiful black hair appeared and I kissed that.



I moved my body to where I was between her legs and moved her panties aside so I could see and smell her pussy. I moved close, inhaled, and almost fainted. I had smelled myself, but never someone else, and I was almost overwhelmed with the sweet aroma coming from her. I was torn between kissing and tonguing it then, or waiting until her panties came off so I could get a better view of the whole thing. The decision was taken out of my hands when she reached down started pushing them over her hips. I took over, reached for them, and she lifted her hips making it easy for me to pull them off.



I moved so my face was right at her pussy. I looked at it. I had tried to look at mine many times, but could never really get a perfect view of my own. I had a perfect view of hers. First the outside, then when I used the thumb and forefingers of both hands to spread her lips apart, the inside. It wasn't red or pink, it was a symphony of reds and pinks, and was gorgeous.



Holding her lips open, my face got even closer to it. Then closer and closer. I stuck out my tongue and moved closer still until I touched her. When I did, she moved her hips upward. I moved my tongue deeper and she moved her hips again, only this time she rotated them and kept raising them, pushing her pussy into my face while I tried to push my face all the way into her. I licked, sucked and stabbed, and her legs locked around my head.



After a long time, I moved my mouth and sucked her clit into it. When I did that, I also moved my hand to the entrance to her pussy. Neither of us had the slightest idea of what was going to happen, but when I moved my mouth and sucked her clit into it, two of my fingers went in her at the same time, and I saw stars. Her legs clamped my head so hard I couldn't move it and she started shivering. Shivering like she was freezing to death, but she wasn't. She was having her first female induced orgasm and it went on for literally minutes. It would stop when I stopped sucking on her clit and moving my fingers, and start again when I started. My mouth and fingers literally controlled her body.



My tongue didn't leave her pussy for a long time, and when it did, it was only because we were both so exhausted we had to stop.



I rolled off of her and lay beside her. The next thing I knew, she was asleep with her head on my chest.



It was well after midnight when we awakened. We went to the kitchen naked and scrambled some eggs and had some toaster waffles with lots of syrup.



Back in bed it was my turn. I felt a woman's tongue on, and in, my pussy for the first time. She seemed to enjoy giving as much as receiving.



She left for home about five in the morning. I took a long, slow shower and dressed for work myself. Libby saw me and asked me into her office.



"How're things, going?" she asked.



I couldn't lie to her. "After last night I'm perfect. Thank you."



"You fucked her!" She almost yelled.



"Shhh. Jesus, not so loud" I said.



"Christ, I never thought you'd do it. Good for you. The problem is, now I'm jealous. You know I wanted to be first with you."



"I know, Libby, but I couldn't help it." We chatted for another few minutes and I had to get to class. I called Helen that night to ask how she was doing and if she had any regrets.



"Regrets? No. But I'd like to take a couple of days and think about what we did. Is that okay?"



"Of course. Call me." I said.



"I will."



I went to my parent's house after work and the smell of sex was still there. I looked at the bed where I had my first woman and smiled at the memory. The kitchen was still dirty from our scrambled eggs and waffles.



She called me three days later and wanted to talk. We met at my parent's house again.



We greeted each other with a huge hug and kiss. When we broke the kiss, we were still in each other's arms and I leaned back. "Does this mean you might want to do it again?"



"Oh, God, yes."



"I was thinking we might spend at least part of this upcoming weekend together. Does that sound okay?"



She agreed that might be a really good idea. We spent the evening talking, holding hands, and cuddling. It was perfect reassurance time for both of us.



At home later, I realized I hadn't given any thought to Steve recently. It was time to find an attorney.



I found one I liked and brought him up to speed.



"That is just about the flimsiest evidence for adultery that I have ever seen," he said. "If he contests it I guarantee that any judge on the bench is going to insist on counselling."



"Then we'll try for irreconcilable differences, mental cruelty, or even 'he just pisses me off and I don't want to be married to the asshole anymore'. Any of those will work for me."



He laughed. "Okay. We'll come up with something. Where can we have him served?"



"I have no idea. We can try his sister or parents



Helen and I talked, and we decided that we would spend Friday and Saturday nights in a hotel.



It was a weekend dreams were made of and neither of us wanted it to end.



I took her home, then went home myself. I lay in bed that night thinking about her. My feelings for her were growing. After our weekend together, I missed her and resisted calling her. My original plan was to seduce her, fuck her in front of Steve, then let her go. My revenge would have been complete.



Revenge was no longer part of my plan. Building a relationship with Helen was becoming more important. We spent the next weekend together, as well, and the sex only got better. It was that Sunday afternoon that things started going wrong.



I had taken Helen home, and in her driveway sat Steve's car. I didn't get all the way in her drive, but stopped and looked at her.



She started to get out without saying anything or even kissing me. "That wasn't there when we left." I said.



"It wasn't supposed to be here now," she answered.



"I thought you dropped him. Does he live here?



"No."



"Do you sleep with him?"



"Occasionally."



I looked at her. "I have to go."



"Sandra, I..."



"I said goodbye."



"Sandra, please..."



"I have to go." She slowly got out.



Less than five minutes later she called. The call was no surprise and I knew exactly what she was going to say.



"How could you? You're married to him? Why did you do it?" She was sobbing. "You're worse than we are. I hate you." She ended the call.



I knew he would see my car, and probably me, and tell her who I was. I drove home with my emotions all twisted up.



The next day was Monday. At school, the first place I went was to Libby's office.



"You don't look so well," she said. "What happened?" It didn't take long to bring her up to date. "You certainly managed to fuck things up, didn't you?"



"I did, and I don't know what to do."



"What do you want to do?"



"I'm not sure. Steve is history. Our divorce goes forward, but I think I hate to lose Helen. I was really starting to develop an attachment to her." The bell rang for classes to start so I had to leave.



She stood and walked me the few steps to her door. "Let things sit for a few days. That will give all of you a chance to think." She gave me a normal, friendly hug.



I let the week go by, but there was very little time I didn't think about Helen. On Friday evening, I drove by her house but never saw Steve's car. Of course, it could have been in the garage. I did the same thing on Saturday afternoon with the same results. I started to go back on Sunday, but changed my mind. I realized my plan had backfired and now all I had to do was decide what I was going to do going forward. I didn't miss a man's dick at all, but I did miss the feel and taste of pussy. Maybe Libby would give me a mercy fuck. Probably not, I decided, because I hurt her feelings pretty badly. It seemed like a long time ago.



I resigned myself to talking to her next week in school.



It was late Sunday evening. I was in my pajamas and bathrobe watching a chick flick and sipping on a cup of tea when my doorbell rang. I put my cup down and opened the door.



"Why?" she asked. "Why did you do it?"



"Come in, Helen. Would you like a seat?" She sat on the sofa where she and I had spent some wonderful time together. "Would you like some tea?"



"Why not Bailey's so you can seduce me again?"



I wanted to sit next to her as close as I could get, but didn't. I sat in a chair across from her. It was obvious she had been crying.



"Well?" she asked.



"I did it to get back at Steve for cheating."



"How could seducing me do that?"



I explained my foiled plan to her. I would seduce her and somehow get Steve to watch us together, thinking that would break his heart and embarrass him thinking a woman could take his lover. It would fuck with his ego, and knowing Steve the way I thought I did, that would destroy him. "I didn't know I was going to end up having such deep feelings for you." We just looked at each other. "I am so sorry and would do anything to make it up to you."



She looked around. "You don't even have a female roommate, do you?"



"No," I said.



She stood. "I have to go."



She went straight to the door and out leaving me in tears. I curled up on the sofa and eventually fell asleep.



Steve had been served with the divorce papers, and we never talked except one meeting at my attorney's office. He asked if I would change the reason to irreconcilable differences. My answer was no. We managed to divide our assets without much dispute. I got the house, half of everything we had, and alimony until I remarried. He made a lot more than I did, so I had no problems taking everything I could get.



Neither of us mentioned Helen. I thought he might, but he didn't.



Spring break arrived, and we had a week off. I was going to fly to the mountains and spend it with my parents. Friday after school I went home to pack. My plane left the next morning. Of course, I had told them about divorcing Steve. When I first told them, they wanted to come home to be with me, but I dissuaded them from that.



I had put my suitcase in my car, opened the garage door and started to back out when Helen's car pulled in, blocking me. We both sat in our cars. I was watching her in my rearview mirror and she was watching me. I got out and went back to her. Her window went down as I approached. "I have an airplane to catch." I told her.



"Where are you going?"



My first reaction was to be a real smartass, but I took a different tack. "To visit my parents. Why?"



"I was wondering if you would like to have breakfast."



"I don't have a lot of time."



"I understand." She hadn't looked at me until then and she looked up into my eyes. My heart melted. "Maybe when you get back?"



I looked at my watch. "I have time for coffee, would you care to join me?"



She smiled, nodded, turned her engine off and followed me in the house. I knew it wasn't about breakfast, but I offered toasted waffles, anyway, but she said no. We both smiled at the memory of the other time we had toasted waffles. She sat on a stool at the kitchen island.



Her coffee was ready in a couple of minutes. I put the cup in front of her and made my own. "Do you have any Bailey's?" she asked. We both smiled at that, too. I handed her the bottle and she poured an abundant portion in her cup then pushed the bottle to me. I sat on a stool but left one between us, and poured my own portion of Bailey's.



She looked at me. "I hated you," she said. "But then I decided I hated Steve more. You both used me and made me feel like shit. All both of you wanted was to get in my panties. Him, because he's a piece of shit, and I was, as well, for fucking a married man, but I knew it wouldn't last. I told you he was just a boy toy and I meant it." She looked at me. "I'm sorry I let him get to me, and I apologize, deeply and sincerely. You, on the other hand, fucked with my emotions. You looked deep in my soul and saw that I had a need. I know that wasn't your intention, but that's what happened; and I didn't know I had the need you filled. You fucked with my brain, but worse than that you fucked with my heart.



"When we came back from our weekend and you saw his car, he was there to try to get me to let him move in. I knew he was going to ask and I knew I was going to refuse him, but he saw you and asked why I was with you. I told him we spent the weekend together. He was pissed.



"That bitch is my wife, and you spent the weekend fucking her? Fuck both of you." He said as he stormed out, and I haven't seen him since."



I looked at my watch and stood. "I have to go or I'll miss my plane."



She jumped up. "Of course. I'm sorry. Uh, can I see you when you get back? Please?" Her eyes started to get wet.



I went to her and she came to me. I opened my arms and it was all over. We hugged. I broke the hug and took my phone from my purse. My father answered. "Dad, something has come up and I'm not coming. Tell Mom I'll see you both when you get home." Before my phone was back in my purse, Helen was in my arms. She stayed in my arms and in my bed pretty much that whole weekend.



It was later that evening we were both in my bathtub when she asked if I knew what a pussy landing strip was. "No. Why?"



She described it to me. I laughed. "Do you want one?" I asked.



"I think I do. Will you do it for me?" Of course I would, anything to get near her pussy. She sat on the edge of the tub while I took scissors, then a razor, to fashion what we both thought a pussy landing strip would look like. While she was there, I spent a long time eating her pussy and listening to her moan.



Then she did mine. Like me, she took a lot of time licking my pussy and sucking my clit.



We spent most of our off time together. When I was notified that my divorce was scheduled for court, she really surprised me. We were in her bed; actually, it was a new bed. Neither of us wanted to sleep in the same bed she fucked Steve in.

<hr pg="4" />We just finished kissing and I had enjoyed sucking my taste off of her tongue; God, I loved doing that!



"I've been thinking about Steve, and I hate him as much as you do. I think we should follow through with your original plan. We can get him somewhere he can't, or won't, get away, and we can fuck each other in front of him." I laughed. "What's so funny?" she asked.



"I've forgotten about that asshole and I don't think we should. I believe he would get his rocks off watching his ex-wife and ex-girlfriend making out. I don't think that's a memory I want him to have."



We both thought before I spoke. "What we can do is go to the island of St. Thomas, get married and send him pictures. I think that would hurt him the most."



Her eyes got huge. "Married? Us? You and me? You want to marry me?"



I kissed her. "If you'll have me."



"Oh my God, yes."



We immediately started looking for a new house. We found one, and closed on it a week before we were due in court for the divorce. We furnished it and got it ready for us to move in, but we didn't. Three days after the divorce, Helen and I were married on St. Thomas. It was a pretty sizeable affair. My parents, my brothers and their wives, Helen's parents and sister, and Libby were with us.



We moved into our new house as soon as we got home. We had decided to not live there until we were married. As soon as we were home and settled, we selected six pictures of the wedding to send Steve. We sent them to his work address because we had no idea where he was living. We never heard from him. Huntsville is not the largest city around so we see him occasionally. Whenever we do, regardless of where we are, we make it a point to kiss each other so he can see.



One good thing happened for him. He never had to pay me any alimony.

