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Archive name: binavy.txt (FF, lesbian, wives)
Authors name: Red Dragon (rdragon@ix.netcom.com)
Story title : Bi Navy Wives

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Bi Navy Wives (FF, lesbian, wives)
By Red Dragon (rdragon@ix.netcom.com)

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Two Navy wives trying to get along while their husbands 
are away on sea duty.

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I am a bisexual woman, in my early thirties, with a 
predilection for straight women. To me, the most 
exciting sex is with an attractive woman who thinks 
lesbian love is wrong, but whose sexual desires drive 
her to it.

Three months ago a naval officer and his wife moved next 
door. He promptly left on what I came to find out was a 
five-month assignment at sea. His wife also works, but 
was obviously lonely. I brought her into my circle of 
friends to help her feel at home in her new 
neighborhood. 

Her name is Claire, and she's about five foot seven, 
with long, shapely legs and a round, sexy ass. Dark, 
lustrous brown hair reaches down to her shoulders, which 
are very broad. I think her breasts are perfect; they 
are only an A-cup, but are shaped like classic champagne 
glasses and have large, pronounced nipples. 

Being fitness oriented, I soon had her going to aerobics 
class with me and working out. This came to be my tool 
for introducing Claire to the pleasures of female love. 

Claire was quite vain about her shape and loved to work 
out on the weight machine in my basement, then admire 
herself in the mirror. One night, after having quite a 
few drinks, we were sitting around and Claire told me 
how glad she was that I had started her at weight 
lifting. She was pleased that her ass had become much 
more firm and her cleavage more pronounced. 

I asked her to show me, and high as a kite, she stood up 
and stripped. Wearing just her bra and high-cut panties, 
she followed me into my bedroom to view herself in the 
full-length mirror. Standing before the mirror, lost in 
her own world of vanity and booze, she could not have 
looked more appealing. Her long legs seemed even longer 
in the designer panties that were cut up to her waist, 
revealing those round, firm cheeks, which I wanted so 
badly to feel.

The dark thickness of her pubic hair curled out from 
both sides of the narrow crotch of her panties. "I 
showed you mine, now you show me yours," she joked, 
never taking her eyes off herself in the mirror. 
Stripping quickly, I stood beside her in the mirror. 

We looked like twins, except for my blond hair and the 
size of my breasts.
"I really wish my boobs were like yours," she said as 
she stared at my broad, full C-cup tits. 

"What is it you like about them?" I asked, unsnapping 
the front clasp, allowing the wide pink nipples to feel 
the cool rush of air. 

Her fuzzy mind searched for a response as I slowly began 
to knead my lightly veined white skin, a shallow 
pretense at rubbing out the bra marks. Amazed at the 
turn of events and at her not being offended, I took her 
long beautiful hands and placed them on my jutting tits.

"Is it the fact that they are so much bigger than 
yours?" I asked, cupping her warm hands under my 
breasts. Slowly, so as not to break the trance, I 
whispered, "Is it the heat you feel through your 
fingers, or the way my nipples respond to your touch?" 

I placed her supple fingers on my sensitive nipples and 
began a pinching motion with her fingers, which she 
involuntarily continued. At this point, I pushed her 
gently back until she was seated, and as I spoke, I 
pulled her full, pouting lips to my left breast. "You 
always wanted me," I breathed in her ear.

Reaching down I began to roll her hard nipples between 
my strong fingers.

The effect was electric. She moaned loudly and her upper 
body jerked forward at the first pinch. "You have 
sensitive nipples, don't you?" 

"Yes," she moaned. 

Then pinching her own nipples between her long fingers, 
without interrupting my work on her clit. I slid the 
index finger of my left hand into the pink wetness of 
her vagina, causing her to moan loudly. Slowly, I rimmed 
the opening, pulling at the tight muscles that guarded 
her entrance. A second finger followed. My strong digits 
pushed into her warm flesh and penetrated up to the 
third knuckle. 

I felt her muscles relax slightly. The tightness of her 
opening, no doubt from lack of use, surprised me, but 
excited me, as well. My fingers slid in and out 
rhythmically, pulling at her inner lips. The added 
pleasure of my penetration was beginning to bring Claire 
to orgasm, and I slowed the attention I was giving to 
her clit in order to prolong her vulnerability. Her 
building physical excitement provided copious amounts of 
pussy juice, and I soon had my third finger jammed into 
her hot box. I was soaking wet myself, and I ground my 
vulva against her lower leg.

I slid my fourth finger along side the others, and 
wedged it into the sticky folds of her cunt. The group 
of fingers wedged just above the second knuckle.
No longer able to restrain myself, I spread and pushed 
my fingers alternately, until the stretched muscles of 
her cunt surrounded the breadth of my third knuckle. 

"Oh... please... more!" moaned Claire.

Slowly, I clenched and unclenched my hand, rotating it 
back and forth slightly. I felt the last resistance of 
her heated loins begin to yield. Tucking my thumb into 
my palm, I continued to stretch her wide. I began to 
suck her now enlarged clit into my mouth. The pungent 
aroma of her secretions was more than I could bear. 
Losing control, I humped her leg, bathing it in my 
juices and sending me reeling toward orgasm. Pushing 
with all my force, I inched forward and watched as her 
pink flesh sucked my hand. Her wetness was overpowering. 
My fingers felt as if they were in a container of oil.

I whispered, "I am inside you, and I am fucking you."

"Harder," she gasped. "I'm going to come."

I raised my head to watch her lovely face express total 
abandonment to my control, and I started a light, rapid 
stroking of her clit, which I knew would lead to orgasm. 

After a long, low scream of pleasure, she began to 
climax. Her vagina opened completely, and then a series 
of pulsing contractions began, which faded with her 
moans. The oral and facial expressions she made as she 
orgasmed excited me to the point where I came with her. 

My fantasy was realized at last. Our relationship has 
been special since that day, and I must admit that I 
endorse the Navy's policy of long tours of duty at sea.

END

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