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My Wife, Her Best Friend, and Her Young Girlfriend: Chapter 8

Laura expands her sexual experience beyond Sherianna

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Laura’s nerves were on high alert as she pulled into the motel parking lot. This was totally new for her as she scanned the room numbers and found Room 137.

She parked, smoothed out her almost too-short skirt, took her handbag, and walked up to the door. She balled her fingers into a fist and knocked.

“Door’s open,” came a playful voice.

Laura stepped in and Marge, her best friend, was lying on the bed with her blouse untucked and slacks unbuttoned. Soft music played off her laptop and LED candles cast seductive shadows over the room.

“Wow, sexy,” cooed Laura, glancing around and feeling calmer. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you have experience at this.”

“Mmm,” Marge exclaimed, bringing up a knee. “What makes you think so?”

Laura laughed. “You know how to decorate a motel room.”

Marge ran fingers through her hair. “Yes, I do have experience. Like an affair or two.”

“You had an affair?” Laura walked to the counter with a mirror, took a drink of water, and loosened her blouse and skirt. She set her handbag on the little table by the bed. How strange. Meeting her best friend in a motel.

“Or two,” said Marge, reclining on the bed. She playfully put a finger to her chin. “Or was it a few?” She smiled. “I can’t remember.”

Laura walked to the bed, wondering. “You never told me.” She was going to kiss her best friend. The nerves struck again.

“And why would I, not knowing what you might think about me being promiscuous? Or exposing my secret to Peter.” Marge ran a hand down her thigh and moved her leg. “And you never told me about your young flame.”

Laura settled a knee onto the mattress and her heat bubbled up. “I did. The other night.” Marge looked nice with her full breasts beneath her blouse.

Marge giggled. “I had to pry it out of you.” She patted the bed. “Come here.”

Laura crawled onto the bed and snuggled close to her best friend.

“I want to be so alone with you.” Marge nuzzled Laura’s cheek and blew softly in her ear while exploring with her hand beneath Laura’s skirt. “After you told me about Sherianna, I got so horny imagining you being with her.”

Laura pulled back.

“What’s the matter?” Marge looked puzzled.

“I don’t want to talk about her.” Laura’s passion suddenly cooled.

“And why not?” Marge rolled her eyes. She put a hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy like her engine got revved and there was no way to turn it off.

“Because she’s gone, and she won’t text me back.”

“I’m sorry.” Marge undid her blouse, revealing her bra. “Let me hold you.”

Laura relented, moving close to her friend who was a few years older, and enjoying the tension of Marge’s hug.

“Maybe I can comfort you, even if I’m not as young as — ”

“It’s not her age,” protested Laura. “It’s not like I was looking to fuck a younger woman. I’m happy with Warren. I never thought of myself as bi, I still don’t, and — ”

“Shh.” Marge put her lips to Laura’s. “It’s complicated, I know. It’s okay. I’m glad you’re with me. You’ll be the first woman I’ll have ever kissed sexually.” Marge pursed her lips and pressed against Laura’s mouth. “Fitting, I suppose, since we’ve known each other for so long.”

Laura kissed back, opened her mouth, and yielded to Marge’s tongue moving slowly, almost imperceptibly over one tooth at a time. Her tongue moved slowly and Laura rolled hers, like wrapping her tongue around Marge.

The full-mouth, tongue-on-tongue kiss was like a match striking a pile of dry kindling wood. Laura got into it, reaching for Marge’s chest, fondling her tits before shrugging off her blouse.

Marge reached for Laura, kissing around her friend’s neck while unhooking the bra, sliding it off Laura’s shoulders, and lowering her mouth to taste Laura’s tits. Ever so slowly. Delicately while Laura pawed at Marge’s top, getting her semi-naked, and sitting back to watch Marge slowly remove her bra.

Laura had been naked with Marge before, plenty of times when changing to go swimming or trying on new clothes after shopping. But it was never like this. Marge’s tits were hanging free and Laura moved in for a taste, sucking on the left and then sucking deeply on the right while Marge’s hand moved between Laura’s legs, stroking her pussy, and creating more heat than Laura thought possible.

“Take me, hard,” moaned Laura, flinging off her skirt and stripping down to her panties. She wiggled out from them while Marge did the same. Both women, naked, in the motel room while the husbands were hard at work.

Sleazy. Cheap. Hot.

“I thought you’d never ask,” replied Marge, moving like she was poised for an erotic strike, kissing Laura from her neck, over her tits. She kissed down her friend’s tummy and guided Laura onto her back, craning her neck to place her mouth onto Laura’s aching pussy.

“Want me to wash?” asked Laura, wondering if she should shower.

Marge didn’t answer. She dipped her face into Laura’s pussy and used her tongue like a paintbrush, licking pussy lips and causing even more erotic power. “Why should you?” Marge pursed her lips around Laura’s clit.

Laura had thought about the sweat from walking around in the morning and stopping to pee.

“You taste incredible.” Marge worked her tongue, probing Laura’s pussy, moving in and out.

Laura closed her eyes, placed a hand on Marge’s legs, and soaked up the passion when Marge spread her legs and lowered her pussy to Laura’s waiting mouth. Laura opened her mouth, moaned, and held Marge’s hips while grazing her lips front and back and her tongue sliding into Marge’s ass.

Never, ever had she ever imagined kissing Marge’s butt and tasting her deeply.

They had plenty of times giggling like school girls when trying on lingerie they had purchased and wondering how Warren and Peter would react. They had traded hints about the ups and downs of married life and the heights and lows of married sex. But Laura had never thought of Marge as a sexual partner.

The change was amazing and Laura was lost in kissing and tasting Marge’s pussy while Marge feasted on Laura in their sixty-nine embrace.

Laura was so lost in the lust that she didn’t notice when her phone buzzed. It just seemed that the vibration was part of the overall sexual experience.

What would it be like to wrap her leg around Marge’s thigh and move her pussy up and down?

The phone buzzed again.

Marge licked but interrupted the kissing after Laura’s phone buzzed a third and a fourth time. “Expecting someone? Warren, perhaps?”

Laura laughed. “I hope he didn’t forget his keys. How many times has he locked himself out of the house?”

Marriage. Laura didn’t have to impress Marge and Marge didn’t have to try and impress Laura. They knew each other and their families so well.

The phone vibrated again.

“Oh, damn him,” said Laura quietly.

Marge lifted her leg and let Laura up. “We’ll pick up where we left off.”

Laura scooted naked off the bed, fished in her handbag for her phone, opened the screen, and yelped. “Oh, my God!”

She covered her mouth with her hand and her eyes went wide.

“What’s the matter?” asked Marge, panting.

“It’s Sherianna,” squealed Laura. “Says she’s in trouble.”

Change wasn’t just amazing. Sometimes it was shocking.

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