The Thin End of the Wedge - Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

The Thin End of the Wedge - Pt. 01

... minutes."

Sally wandered her living room tidying ornaments and repositioning coasters, then - worried something was about to happen that her neighbours mustn't see - closed the curtains. When she turned back Diana was standing there. Sally's red silk dressing gown, a gift from Tom last Christmas, was draped over her. The golden belt held it closed, barely, at waist height, leaving a broad V shape of Diana's upper body revealed. The contrasting green edge to the gown just about covered her nipples but left a lot of aureole showing. Below the belt it was pulled back onto the hips so that only the dangling ends of the belt covered her cunt. She was holding an empty glass from the drinks cabinet.

Diana sashayed across the room, which had the effect of swinging the belt so that there were brief glimpses of her cunt lips. Then she pushed the glass into Sally's hand and pressed herself up against her.

"Hello George...", she whispered into Sally's ear, as she put her hand onto Sally's lower back and pulled until their hips ground together. Then she gave Sally a long, luscious, kiss. Sally squeaked in alarm

Before Sally could complain Diana broke away, turned and made her way to the big leather armchair. She sat, first leaning forwards to give a good view of her breasts, then leaning back and spreading her legs.

"It's so nice to see you George. Tom tells me you have something special for me."

Diana leaned back a little more, spread her legs a little more widely, and ...

... undid the belt allowing the dressing gown to slip to the sides. Sally found herself staring at Diana's cunt lips. Her dark pubic hair had been neatly trimmed into a shape that seemed familiar. Ah yes, she thought, it's one of the playing card suits, spades - if she remembered correctly.

Diana smiled up, then pushed one hand into the dressing gown to feel her breast, and the other started to delve between her legs. Sally could quite believe that, at this point, any man would be in her power, she was feeling a bit hot and bothered herself.

"Come here, lover..." Diana almost purred the words, and she left off pleasuring her breast to wave in an inviting manner, "... George, Sally, whatever's your name."

Sally hesitated, then understood that the lesson was not yet over. She walked over to the chair and, with Diana's direction, knelt between her legs.

"Now when he gets here he might give you some cunny licking."

"Ah ha?"

"Yes, although there's some wives who don't like it."

She gently brought Sally's head down close to her sex. Sally could smell an earthy fragrance of desire and see that Diana was leaking juices. Diana wriggled her hips so that her cunt lifted to Sally's mouth. The message was clear, even though it was over twenty years since Sally had done this during experiments with the barmaid at The Dog and Gun. They'd both been eighteen at the time, and going through a 'we don't need boys' phase. It was a phase, not a lifestyle choice, since within weeks ...