The Erotic Mystery of My Wife’s Missing Girlfriend: Chapter Five
Laura didn’t want to part with Sheri’s tenderness
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Sherianna was naked with her arms stretched above her head and tied to a wooden beam. “Okay, let me go please.” Thoughts of a dejected Laura fluttered through her mind and she needed to call her.
The “kink sorority” leader, Margo, was a woman with short bangs and tattoos along her muscular arms. She was the second leader that the Clan of the Black Collar ever had and was planning on keeping the group growing after she graduated.
Margo ran fingers over Sherianna’s tits and whispered in her ear. “But we’re having so much fun. Why rush off?” She placed two fingers on Sherianna’s nipple and squeezed, eliciting a gasp.
Another member of the Clan named Cookie, a junior who was just edging twenty-one years old, knelt with her hands in her lap in front of Sherianna and eyed her pussy.
Shaving cream, a pan of warm water, a towel … and a razor waited nearby. The other coeds who were gathered waited with anticipation.
Sheri felt embarrassed for making her request, but the conflict inside was strong and she missed Laura. If only she had found a moment to get a message to her.
Laura looked at her plate, pushed food around with her fork, and was more quiet than normal.
“Want to see a movie?” I asked.
“No, thanks.” She took a forkful of salad and had a faraway look.
I remembered how Sherianna was going to see a movie with Callan so my suggestion likely touched a nerve.
“Go out for a drink?” I wanted to sound encouraging.
Laura sighed. “I was an idiot.” Her phone sat silently as she ate.
“Oh?”
“You know. Having a fling with a young woman in college. I got so emotionally involved.”
I agreed that she had.
Laura and Sherianna had a time scheduled to get coffee, but Laura showed up and Sherianna didn’t. Laura texted but there was no answer and that was a week ago.
This was a key moment. I could poke fun at Laura but instead of hiding her relationship, she had opened up to me about it.
Marriage, I realized, offered a gift of intimacy that’s both wonderful and terrifying.
If we open up to our spouse about our fantasies then we’re taking risks. Will they laugh us off the face of the earth or show understanding and help us deal with what’s happening on our insides?
I decided to handle Laura gently by getting up from my chair, reaching for her hand, and having her stand while I wrapped an arm around her waist and slowly led us in a dance to the music inside my thoughts.
“I’ve never known anything about ‘ghosting,’” said Laura. “But I can see why people do it. I guess it’s easier than saying goodbye.”
I ran a hand over her back and over her ass, feeling her, and pressing my face against hers. I didn’t expect her relationship with Sherianna to last, but I didn’t expect it to end like this. The hard-working student was probably out having fun with friends.
Laura’s phone unexpectedly vibrated with text message, and we stopped dancing. She picked it up, hopeful, and said with a tired voice. “It’s Marge.” She sighed. “She and Peter have been wanting to get together with us.”
“Sure.” I figured why not. “That’d be nice.” Hopefully, it’d take Laura’s mind off her friend and lover who was now missing from her life.
“What do you say?” Margo whispered in Sheri’s ear, nibbling her earlobe and placing a finger in the captive woman’s pussy. “This could either mean your submission to me, or one of the other Kink Mistresses, or your decision to go on your way and say goodbye to the Clan.”
The all-or-nothing prospect was terrifying, but her interest in the Clan had started months earlier. Sheri slowly spread her legs and shifted her weight but the shackles on her wrists restrained her movements.
Margo snapped her fingers, glanced at Cookie, and pointed to Sheri’s pussy.
Cookie leaned forward, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue. Slowly, she ran it over Sheri’s ginger-tone pubic hair on one side of Sheri’s pussy lips and then the other. Cookie pursed her lips, placed her mouth against Sheri, and sucked delicately on her clitoris, and pulled back.
Sheri exhaled. The pleasure was so wonderfully intense that her reality faded from thought.
“Yes or no?” asked Margo.
“Yes,” said Sheri.
Another voice spoke up. “I’m surprised.” Rochi was one of the Mistress Elites, sporting black leather pants. “I thought we were too young for you.”
The women laughed.
Sheri knew that joining the Clan was a commitment, but she had been in touch with them before ever meeting Laura and hoped to rise to the level of a Clan Mistress. If only she could be freed long enough to talk it over with Laura. It didn’t have to mean the end of their friendship or even their lovemaking.
“Shave her,” said Margo.
Cookie moistened Sheri’s pussy, used a generous amount of shaving cream and used the razor in such slow deliberate motions that Sheri thought she’d lose her mind from the arousal pulsating through her body.
The week had been so full and the decision to pledge the Clan had been so nerve-wracking on top of her classes that Sheri didn’t have the energy to contact Laura.
Cookie shaved skillfully and soon the only pussy hair Sheri had left was a tiny tuft on her mons. This was the first time someone else had shaved her and doing it in front of other women was a head rush beyond any she had ever experienced.
When Cookie finished, Margo ran her fingers along Sheri’s now silken pussy. She knelt, kissed Sheri’s clitoris, and stood.
“I now pronounce you a member of the Clan of the Black Collar.”
Another of the women loosened her wrist restraints and Cookie stood, embraced Sheri, and kissed her longingly on the lips. Sisters in kink. Sheri kissed her in return and hugged her, pressing her naked body against Cookie while the others gathered around and the kisses began flowing freely.
Laura looked at her phone and wondered. Sitting for coffee with Sheri would have been nice. Maybe the sex was too much, she wondered. Laura had pushed her too far, too fast. She wondered what she could have done differently as she dialed.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Marge.” Laura made sure her voice sounded extra bright.
“Hey, stranger. Were you been?”
“Oh, just been extra busy.”
“Peter and I would love to get together with you guys.”
Laura forced a smile. “We’d love that, too. Just name the time and place.”
“Our house is fine. How about this weekend?”
“That’d be wonderful, Marge. We’ll catch up. We’re really looking forward to it.” Laura smiled, ended the call, and set the phone aside.
Time to return to living in her world and with the friends she had known. The thought of the change stung with rejection and by the time she rolled into bed, she could tell that getting over Sherianna’s lovely demeanor was going to take time.
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