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

The Thin End of the Wedge - Pt. 01

... they had both got a boyfriend, and had agreed to say nothing about their short, but pleasurable, relationship.

Sally applied lips and tongue and Diana squirmed appreciatively.

"Oh yes... oh that's good... fingers too Sally... fingers please... Oooooh."

Sally obliged, sliding two fingers into Diana's vagina, which was slippery with the woman's anticipation. She started to curl them and try to reach for the G spot as Diana put her hands onto Sally's head and steered her tongue towards her clitoris.

"He might go straight in for the fuck... ooh... so you'd best be prepared for him... aaah."

Sally considered this. Tom had never suggested sex in the living room, the sanctum of televised football and late night chat shows. She smiled, it must be like the idea of having sex in the local church, a sacred space - to be kept pure. If George lost control and fucked her here then it would be Tom's fault, not her own. She began to realise that the evening might be one in which many new things happened and, once started, Tom might have limited control. Would he try to insist that George only use the positions he used?

"Make sure... oooh that's lovely... make sure your cunt is pushed well forward... aaah... on the seat. And keep your... golly gosh you're good... legs wide. Then he'll be able to use his whole length."

Sally began to wonder exactly what George's whole length might be. Tom had said he'd got a 'good sized cock' but what did that mean?

"Shit! Shit! I'm ...

... cumming! Uh! Uh! Haaaaaa!"

Diana bucked and twisted, gasping out her climax, pressing Sally's lips hard onto her clitoris. Sally could feel the waves of vaginal contractions and, when they were over, pulled out two fingers drenched in Diana's juices. Diana sat up, released Sally, and then - to her neighbour's surprise - took Sally's fingers into her mouth and sexily sucked them clean.

"That was lovely, Sally. Thank you."

"Well thank you Diana... for the advice."

"Just one more thing before I get dressed."

"Yes?"

"Be sure you want this. If you don't then send Tom a text now saying you can't do it. Make it clear the answer is no."

"Right."

"There's nothing worse than a reluctant wife swap. I've seen them and they are uncomfortable for everyone involved. Nobody gets any fun, unless the man is one of those guys who gets off on forcing himself onto women."

"Oh."

"Yes. There are guys who enjoy it if the woman is on the point of tears, crying, or begging him to stop."

"I don't think George will be like that."

"You never know. So, if you're going to do this then don't give him the satisfaction of forcing a reluctant victim. Welcome him in and be the happy hooker. Most men want to see the woman having as much fun as them. George is probably one of them."

And with that she ran upstairs, returning a few minutes later as her usual, elegant, self.

"Must go Sally. Let me know what happens."

She winked, and gave Sally a kiss on the cheek, and was ...