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I excitedly put the rest of the white wine in the ice bucket on the table next to the cheese tray. I am hosting a few girls for appetizers and wine, and as a mother of two, I rarely get to entertain or spend time with my friends like this.“Okay honey, we are leaving,” Todd kisses me on the head as he grabs a water bottle and heads out the door.“Where are…” I start.“They’re in the car already. I promise I’ll try to not kill them in the six hours we’ll be gone,” he jokes. Todd is a great father and husband, and is taking the kids to the park and then out for dinner so I can have the afternoon to myself.“Oh honey, I know. And you don’t even know how grateful I am that you’re doing this. Thank you again, I am so excited to have some girl time,” I say, kissing him on the lips.“You’re welcome. If momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy,” he says, winking and shutting the door behind himself. I hear the car start and go down the street.I run back to the bedroom and change clothes out of my grubby house cleaning clothes into my “I have my shit together and have a life outside of the house” clothes. No sooner do I come back out to the front room before I hear a couple of cars pull in the driveway. I peek out the front window and see that several of them must have car pooled, which works great since we have a small driveway.Over the next couple of hours, my friends and I eat snacks, sit outside, share gossip and stories about our husbands and kids, and drink a shit load of wine. Good thing I had bought extra and stuck it in the extra fridge, because we are putting it away. 5 o’clock comes, and several of the girls say they need to get home and make dinner for their families. Thank god for my husband for taking care of that for me.“Aww, I wish you didn’t have to leave so soon! Make your husband take care of dinner,” I suggest. Several of them laugh, but still politely excuse themselves and head home.My closest friend in the group, Anna, is the last one left. “Let’s have another drink out back, you want to?” I ask. This is a silly question, as Anna is always up for another drink. We have always been so close, and I love having her to confide in.“Hell yeah,” she says, smiling broadly, “Danny knows better than to expect me to come home and prepare dinner. When I’m out with the girls, he takes care of the house and kids. That’s how he knows he’ll get laid later.” We both giggle. We grab the last bottle of white wine and head to the back deck.I hear my phone ding and check the notification, etimesgut escort just to see that Todd has texted me a picture. “Oh, look. Todd and the kids are going to be late. What a shame!” The caption with the picture says, “I decided to take the kids to that new Lego movie… I figured you could use some extra time with your friends. I love you, see you in a few hours.” “Damn straight,” Anna says. “Now we have even more time alone.”Something in her tone when she says that makes me think I don’t know what she meant. She looks at me a little extra longer than usual when she said it. I had always found Anna quite attractive, but had never even considered her sexually. We are both happily married with children, and I am sure I am just misreading her signals.She moves her chair a little closer to mine and props her feet up on the end of my lawn chair. “Ah, feels so good to relax, doesn’t it?” she asks. I nod my reply, now unsure of where she is going with this. Her hand is resting on my leg, not groping, but still a little more comfortable than we usually were. I am sure it is just the wine making her a little extra loose… perhaps I should call Danny to come drive her home, I wonder.Her hand starts to wander a little more, and I find myself enjoying her touch. I feel myself begin to get wet thinking about her hand on my leg. Afraid of what may happen if I stay, I get up. “Well, I should probably go clean up a little before Todd and the kids get home.” I feel my cheeks redden as I straighten out my shorts and head into the house.“I’ll be happy to help you,” she replies and gets up too as if nothing unusual had happened. She follows me closely, her scent intoxicating.I start gathering wine glasses, empty plates, and serving trays and loading the dishwasher. Anna helps genuinely, but I cannot think straight. I secretly hope she leaves in time for me to take care of myself before Todd gets home. I may not be able to wait until Todd is ready to have sex later. I need release soon.My head is foggy with confusion. I have never had these feelings for Anna before. ‘Surely this is just the wine,’ I think to myself.Anna walks to the other room to gather a few remaining dishes from the den, and I watch her leave. Her hips sway just slightly, and her skirt creeps up dangerously as she leans over to pick up a few wine glasses that had been set on the wood floor. I can see she is wearing a garter belt underneath her tantalizingly short eryaman escort skirt. I turn back to the sink quickly as she comes back with the dishes. She sets them on the counter to my left, but I don’t feel her walk away. She is still right there behind me, I can smell her.“You were watching me, weren’t you?” she asks. “I could feel your eyes on my ass.”“I did notice you, Anna, but I don’t think that this is appropriate. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to you in some way, but I’m not a lesbian and I’m not a cheater,” I blurt out. I realize that she had not accused me of anything other than looking at her and I get beet red when I realize how much I had just admitted.Anna giggles. “Oh, honey, relax. A little play between friends is normal. First of all, it’s natural to be attracted to the same sex and that doesn’t make you a lesbian for being curious. Second of all, I happen to know for a fact through Danny that Todd fantasizes about us being together anyway. They’ve talked about it before.”I can’t find words to say. I’m confused and a little hurt that my husband would have these fantasies and not tell me. I find myself unsure of whether this desire is real or it’s just a combination of the wine and my horniness. I watch Anna as she giggles, her curly hair bouncing as she makes light of what seems serious to me. So, I start to laugh with her. I guess it is silly, especially if it’s something our husbands are aware of. I grab the bottle and my glass and make my way to the living room to sit. Anna follows and sits directly next to me. I can feel her leg touch mine, although she is not aggressive with her advances. Her hair and skin smell like summer, and when she turns to grab the bottle, I let my nose linger near her hair for an extra second. I sip on my sauvignon blanc and let myself absorb what may be happening. We continue to chat about life and husbands and our conversation turns toward our sex lives. “I love wearing lingerie. And it’s really not even for my husband – although he doesn’tmind it – I just love how it feels and it gets me off,” Anna says, laughing. “I’m even wearing some now, just because it makes me feel good.”Intrigued, and encouraged by the wine, I blurt out, “Ooh, well then let me see it. I do love a good fashion show.” I can hardly believe that voice is mine. I feel the familiar warmth of arousal as I watch Anna grin and eagerly stand up and start to unbutton her top. “No, wait,” she sincan escort says, giggling still, her smile radiant. “You have to see the full effect at once. Let me go to the restroom and change all at the same time.” She cutely prances off to the bathroom to strip her clothes off. I take the opportunity to slide my fingers up my shorts. I cannot believe my wetness as I slip my one finger past the elastic of my panties. “Oh shit,” I mumble. My wetness completely soaks my panties, and my clit is at attention. I separate my legs slightly as I begin to imagine what my sexy friend must be doing in the bathroom. “Ooh, started without me, have you?”I jerk my hand out from my shorts, embarrassed and surprised that my best friend caught me with my hand up my wet tight shorts. I whip my head toward Anna, who looks like a sex goddess. I let out a sigh as I take it all in. How was she wearing this under her clothes?! She wears a full corset, black and white lace accentuating her perfect full breasts. Her thong and heels are both black, with black pantyhose and a garter in between.“Oh, fuck. You look incredible,” I whisper. I’m not even sure she can hear me. I have never even seen a woman wearing lingerie, especially for me. Anna looked like someone from a porno.“Oh, don’t stop touching,” she says. “I like watching you touch yourself.” I don’t hesitate. I slide my shorts down and lay back on the pillow, while Anna stands authoritatively in the living room before me. I slowly rub my two fingers on my clit through my panties, feeling an obvious wet spot that I’m sure she can see.“Oh wow, Jessie,” Anna says as she begins massaging her breasts through the corset. “You are so wet. Look at that spot on your panties.” She stands in the middle of the room watching me, slowly circling her clit through her lacy panties. I cannot believe this is really happening. I pull the side of my panties away just enough to fit one of my fingers in and test my wetness. I shut my eyes and exhale as I feel how engorged my clit has become and how much wetness I have produced. This is like something from a porno. My fiery hot friend is standing here watching me masturbate in my living room.She walks a few feet closer, now squarely between my legs. If she were to take another step, we would be touching. She continues to massage her own pussy, watching me intently as my fingers disappear underneath my panties.“Oh, Jessie, I think I need to have you,” she says, her voice husky and erotic.I lick my lips, not saying anything. Instead, I lift my top over my head, exposing my simple but attractive bra and modest breasts. My hard nipples protrude through the fabric, and Anna seems to have noticed.She reaches one of her hands down, the other still circling her clit through her panties.
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