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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. 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