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Discovering Heather
by AL X (mralx99@yahoo.com)
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A husband suspects that bartender Heather is hot for
his wife. Lori agrees to go out dancing with Heather
to find out for sure. (FF, MF, Fdom, wife)
***
Author Note: This story contains sexually graphic and
explicit material. It is NOT suitable for minors. If
you are a minor, LEAVE NOW as it is illegal for you to
be here. If it is illegal for you to read or view
sexually explicit material in your community, LEAVE
NOW. If you are offended by sexually explicit stories,
LEAVE NOW.
This story and characters are purely fictional and any
resemblance to events or persons (living or dead) is
purely coincidental. These stories are pure fiction
and do not promote or condone the activities described
herein, especially when it comes to unsafe sexual
practices or sex between adults and minors.
***
Down at our local pub the bartender's eyes light up
every time she sees my wife. Heather's a tall blond,
well built, with a pretty face and long straight hair.
She's loquacious, cheerful, and has a strong
personality, and she spends more time talking to my
wife than with other customers. I suspected she was
into my wife, but Lori always disagreed. So one night
I proposed a test. "I'll go to the rest room and when
I'm gone you tell her how you love to go out dancing
but that I don't. Let's see if she invites you out."
"And what if she does? Should I make a 'date' with
her?"
"Only if you want to."
When the time was right I slipped off to the men's
room. I took my time and when I came out the two women
were deep in conversation. Heather was leaning over
the bar, with her face close to Lori's. To give them
more alone time I dallied by the jukebox; only after
Heather moved to another customer did I return to the
bar.
Lori smiled as she sipped her drink. "I told her I
loved to dance, and she told me about that new club
she goes to – down by the train station. She said she
was going this Saturday and invited me to join her.
She said it would just be the two of us."
"And what did you tell her?"
"I told her I would go." She slurped at her straw.
"Don't get all excited, you pervert. We're just going
dancing. You know I love dancing."
I didn't get my hopes up since my wife was a confirmed
heterosexual with no girl-on-girl fantasies. This
"date" was surely to be just two friends going out on
the town. Of course, this didn't stop her from
dressing to the nines that Saturday. Her sheer white
blouse barely concealed a hot-red push-up bra. She
wore a black thong under a short black skirt, black
thigh highs and heels. Standing by the mirror, she
lifted the skirt and pulled her underwear aside. "Do
you think Heather will try to get into this?"
I had to wait hours to find out the answer. It was
almost two AM when Lori returned home, flush with
alcohol. I had dozed on the sofa, but she woke me by
sitting on the floor and placing her hand on my chest.
As she revealed details of the night she slipped her
hand under my shirt to rub my chest and knead my
nipples, before sliding her hand into my boxers...
***
Lori really only wanted to go dancing - and to prove
me wrong. When she arrived at the restaurant/club she
waited in her car until the text came. Heather had
parked a few rows back and soon enough appeared at the
side of the car. She held the door open and examined
my wife: "Look at you, girl. Damn!" After Lori stepped
out of the car, Heather gave her a hug. "I'm glad you
came out tonight – we're going to be turning a lot of
heads." True enough: Heather, heavily made-up and
wearing a slinky dress, looked hot!
The restaurant upstairs was shutting down, but the
downstairs bar was happening. The women found seats at
the end of the bar and ordered drinks. The talk flowed
easily, sprinkled with Heather's compliments on how
good Lori looked. "You should dress like this more
often!" When her current favorite song came on, she
pulled my wife to the dance floor, leading her by the
hand through the crowd. In the heat and the throng,
Lori began sweating, but she was thoroughly enjoying
herself. Back at the bar, feeling playful, she pulled
the fruit from her drink and asked: "Would you like my
cherry?"
"I would LOVE your cherry," Heather replied with a
wicked smile. She reached for my wife's wrist and
guided Lori's hand, moving the sweet fruit to her
lips, then seductively sucked the cherry into her
lips. "Mmmm, nice and juicy!"
Heather, sitting against the wall, swung her stool to
face Lori. "And I love this necklace." She reached for
the silver jewelry, and when she released it her hand
brushed against the top of Lori's chest. Later she
complimented my wife's earrings. As she moved closer
she forced Lori to swivel her chair, until the two
women were facing each other.
Two men in open shirts and gold chains approached
them, but Heather politely sent them on their way.
"Who needs men?" she joked. She casually dropped her
hand and let it land on Lori's knee. The touch
surprised Lori, and only now did she notice that her
legs were spread a bit, with Heather's leg between
them.
"I like these," Heather said as she rubbed Lori's
stockinged-knee. "Damn, girl, tonight you are...
'alluring'. Are these, stockings or ..." Not waiting
for an answer she used her knee to nudge Lori's right
leg aside, then lowered her head for a peek. Catching
a glimpse of bare thigh, she smiled. "Ah, thigh highs.
Very sexy." When Lori threw her hands down to cover
herself, Heather laughed. "Relax. No one can see you.
Only me." She leaned back in her bar stool. "Why are
you so nervous around me?"
"I'm not," she lied.
"I don't bite." A pause. "Unless you want me to."
Lori's head was abuzz now, a product of the alcohol
and the loud music and the throng of people. And the
attentions of Heather, who playfully used her knee to
pry Lori's legs apart. Lori laughed and tried to shut
them. Heather laughed back, and now used more force to
keep them propped open. It became a kind of game, a
challenge. But if it was a challenge, Lori conceded,
and resigned herself to sit with her legs opened to
her friend.
Even though no one but Heather could see up her skirt,
she felt exposed. But there was something exciting
about sitting like that. And something erotic about
being forced to sit that way, especially when Heather
said, "Good girl – you've stopped fighting me."
Lori sensed the change in Heather, who now had quite
the dominating presence. And Lori, ever the
submissive, fell into her usual role. When Heather
told her - not asked, told her - to open an extra
blouse button to "show off your boobs a little" she
did so willingly. And when she was told, without
explanation, to give Heather her hand, she did so
without questioning. She thought Heather might examine
it or read her palm or something, but no, Heather just
wanted to hold Lori's wrist. A mild form of restraint,
which Lori allowed; she sat with the back of her hand
resting atop Heather's knee.
When Heather leaned forward as if to whisper in Lori's
ear, Lori breathed in whiffs of perfume and felt
Heather's cheek against her, the skin-to-skin contact
electrifying her. She waited to hear what Heather had
to say, but instead of speaking Heather gently but
playfully bit her ear.
Heather pulled away, laughing. "I guess I do bite
after all."
The back of Lori's hand was still resting on Heather's
knee. She started to remove it, but Heather kept a
firm grip and replaced it, twisted now so that Lori's
open palm was on her knee. Without speaking, Heather
moved it inches up her thigh. Totally flustered now,
Lori shook her head and reached for her purse. "I need
to go."
"It's OK. You can touch me."
"I just need to use the ladies room. I'll be back."
She slipped off the stool and hurried through the
crowd. Seeing the long line to the downstairs rest
room she opted instead for the one upstairs. This late
at night the restaurant area was empty, and it felt
good to be away from the throng of people. Music from
downstairs thumped through the floor of the empty
bathroom. She used the toilet and washed her hands.
She checked the time on her phone and decided she
would leave soon. As she touched up her eye-liner the
door opened.
Heather stepped in, and closed the door behind her.
"There you are – far from the maddening crowd."
Lori picked up her purse. "Oh, I'm done here; I
should-"
"No, you're not done in here," Heather said with
finality. She turned and locked the door. "And now we
have some privacy." Facing my wife, Heather stood,
silent, serious, firm.
Lori took time to decide what to do, but this
indecision revealed her submissiveness. And when she
tried to feebly protest - "Look, I'm not really-" -
Heather held up her hand to silence her, and my wife
instantly stopped talking.
Heather nodded, acknowledging Lori's obedience, then
said, "Come here." She watched my wife leave her purse
on the sink and walk over. "Very good. You listen
well." She ran her hand up Lori's arm, then touched
her cheek.
Lori was getting nervous. "I should go."
Heather's thumb traced the line of Lori's lips, but
the delicate motion was countered by her stern voice.
"Don't start playing innocent now. You've teased me
all night." Her hand reached into Lori's hair; she
rolled the fine strands between her thumb and fingers.
Lori shook her head. "I didn't. I wasn't-"
She pulled at Lori's hair, just enough to force her
head down slightly. "You're not going to fight me are
you?"
The hair pulling shocked her, but it also excited her.
She may have even let out a moan. But she acceded to
Heather's control. She stopped shaking her head, and
silently waited, shaking a bit, nervous, excited.
Heather, sensing just how submissive Lori was, yanked
on her hair again, harder now, pulling her head back
further. "I asked you a question: Are you going to
fight me?"
Lori was almost trembling now. "No, I won't." Then she
felt the grip on her hair relaxed, and watched as
Heather stepped in closer. Their bodies were nearly
pressed against each other.
Heather's hot breath fell against her face. "You are
such a flirt – the way you offered me your cherry. And
sitting there with your legs spread. Do you know how
that turned me on?" Heather moved in closer, backing
Lori against the wall. She felt Heather's body firmly
against hers, Heather's breasts against her chest,
Heather's torso against hers.
When Heather grabbed her chin and ordered her to open
her mouth, she did. Then Heather told her to stick out
her tongue. When she did, Heather sloppily licked it,
leaving a trail of saliva over her mouth.
Lori held her breath. She closed her eyes and seconds
later felt Heather's lips envelop her tongue. It
turned into a passionate kiss that brought on the
dampness between Lori's legs.
Heather, in a breathy voice: "At the bar you showed me
your underwear. Show me again. Lift up your skirt."
It wasn't a request, it was an order. Lori moved her
hand to the top of her skirt and bunched up the
fabric. Slowly she hiked the skirt up. An inch, then
higher, then to the top of her thigh-highs. Soon her
thong was exposed, and still she raised the skirt
higher, all the way up to her mid-drift.
"Are you wet?" When Lori didn't answer, Heather gave
her a hard stare. "Are you wet?"
She glided her free hand under the side band of her
thong. Her fingers felt the dampness on the wisps of
pubic hair, then felt her swollen lips. "I am." She
stood there, staring at Heather, so excited she felt
the powerful urge to let her fingers enter her sex.
Once again tonight Heather had made her expose
herself, had made her feel lewd and wanton. She
started to rub herself, wanting to climax right there
in front of Heather.
Heather stopped her. "Did I say you could do that?"
Her hand paused but remained inside her thong. "No.
No, you didn't."
Heather brought her mouth to Lori's ear. "Ask for
permission."
What would my submissive wife do? Would she
acknowledge that she was fully under Heather's
control? Of course, she would: "May I... may I touch
myself."
"Where?"
"My pussy." She waited a few seconds for answer that
didn't come. Then: "May I touch my pussy?"
Heather smiled. "You may."
Now 'allowed' to, Lori slid two fingers inside her
open lips. She kept her eyes fixed on the dominating
woman in front of her, and with her thumb rubbed
against her clit. She was dizzy with sensations: The
intense feelings between her legs, the thumping music
coming from downstairs, the stale air of the bathroom,
the awareness that another woman was in front of her
watching.
"Does that feel good?"
"God, yes."
Their eyes were locked together, and neither woman
broke eye contact. Not Lori who was rubbing herself.
And not Heather who reached into her purse to withdraw
her phone. She held it up to use the camera. "Who's my
hot slut??"
Lori felt her climax nearing. "I am." She didn't care
about what she was saying, what she was admitting, nor
what she was doing. All she cared about was the need
to climax. She dropped the hand that was holding up
her skirt into her crotch and pulled the thong fully
to the side, then announced in a heavy whisper: "I'm
going to cum."
"No. Not yet. Not until I let you. Understand?"
Lori nodded. She stilled her hand, then stood against
the wall, waiting like an obedient child. Her
breathing was heaving; a cloudiness filled her head.
"Do you want me to let you cum?"
"Yes, please. Please, let me cum."
Heather took a few steps to the sink, set down her
purse and phone, then turned around. "What will you do
if I let you cum? Will you do what I tell you?"
Lori nodded.
"Will you do anything I tell you to do?"
Again, she couldn't verbalize the answer; she could
only nod.
Heather cocked her head slightly and asked, "Would you
touch my pussy?" To this my wife whispered a 'yes.'
"But do you WANT to touch my pussy?"
She had never touched another woman, never really had
tendencies of that sort, but right now she definitely
did want to. "I do. I want to."
Heather lifted her skirt, revealing a white thong.
"Come, take these off."
Lori walked over and slowly lowered herself to the
floor. The linoleum floor felt cool beneath her knees.
Eye level with Heather's crotch, she used both hands
to slide her underwear down her legs. When Heather
lifted each foot, she removed it and was ready to toss
it aside until Heather asked, "Does it smell of my
pussy?"
Lori held the panty up to her face. It wasn't much
different from the dozens of pairs of underwear she
owned, and yet this different. This was special. This
was Heather's. The silk fabric felt cool in her hands,
and when she held it to her nose she inhaled deeply
and caught just the hint of a smell. She flipped the
panty over and now smelled the inside crotch pad where
the odor was more pronounced.
"Does the smell of my pussy turn you on?"
"It does." She breathed in deeper, and even swabbed
her face with the panty.
"Who's my little pet?"
"I am," Lori answered. And when she looked up she saw
that Heather again had her iPhone camera focused on
her. She was video recording this. "I'm your pet."
"And what will you do for me if I allow you to cum?"
"I told you – I'll touch your pussy."
"But would you lick my pussy? Would you like that?"
She used her forefinger and middle finger to open up
the lips. "Would you use your tongue on me?"
Lori swallowed hard. She stared at Heather's shaved
sex before her. The lips were swollen and moist. Could
she do this? Would she do this? She nodded her head.
"I would."
"Then ask."
She looked up into Heather's eyes. "May I lick your
pussy?"
***
"I've never licked another woman's pussy," Lori told
me. She was still kneeling on the floor by me. She
pulled my boxers down and was stroking my cock slowly.
"I didn't even know if I could. But at that moment, I
wanted to lick her. I wanted to taste her." Still on
her knees, she lifted herself off her haunches and
hovered her head directly above my cock.
I reached over and slid my hand under her skirt. I
felt only skin. "Where are you panties?"
"Heather took them as another souvenir." She lowered
her head and kissed the tip of my penis. She looked up
at me and smiled. She reached for her phone on the
floor, fiddled with the screen, then showed me a photo
of her on her knees licking Heather. "Do you know what
happened next? After I got down on the floor she held
the back of my head with both hands and pulled my face
into her. Her smell – God, the smell of her pussy, of
her cunt was so strong."
She knew I liked her talking dirty. She was stroking
my cock faster now.
"I stuck my tongue out and licked her lips, up and
down and all around. Then I placed my lips firmly on
her and dug my tongue deep inside her. I tongue-fucked
her for a bit, God, she was so wet. Then I moved up
and found her clit. As I sucked on she ordered me to
finger myself."
Now it was my fingers that entered her waiting pussy.
Her hole was wet and hot. Her fingers were wrapped
around my throbbing cock; pumping me, getting me close
to the edge.
"You should have seen me, kneeling on the floor,
eating out another woman's cunt. Heather held my head
firm and rubbed herself against me. She was bucking
her hips, close to orgasm."
Lori pumped me harder now, and her mouth took me in
fully. As she sucked my cock to near orgasm, I stared
at the picture of her in that bathroom. And for a
moment there were three of us, all cumming together:
Heather leaning against the sink, her legs spread with
a submissive on her knees licking her cunt. My slut
wife with her mouth in another woman's pussy and her
fingers deep inside herself. And me, my cock in Lori's
mouth, her hand cupping my balls, my cum pulsing
through my cock and into her waiting mouth.
THE END
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