I slept for several hours, and woke to Judy serving lunch. We ate in mostly silence, as I tried to come to grips with the intimate nature in which this woman had moved into my life. I’d never really had a relationship like it and I was nervous with what our new borders in life would be. I’d once during a lone week in college gone on spring break with a bunch of girlfriends, and on a drunken dare made out with one of her girlfriends.
It was fun, and she seemed to like it as well, leading to a unique week of touching, kissing, and experimentation, and while it was fun, they both knew that they weren’t gay, but also not getting any lately, and would move on when each of them found a new guy. They shared a guy once also, and that was a blast, but by the end of the week they’d both moved on.
She knew Judy had a seventeen year-old daughter, and had been married briefly when she was younger, buy didn’t know if she was expecting a permanent relationship of some sort. She was embarrassed to talk about it and put the question off until later.
The rest of the day was normal, and Judy left around five, after putting some food in my oven, just before Ed came home, who finished up the meal and ate dinner with me. “So… how was Judy?”
My cheeks flushed, but he wasn’t looking at me and just looked at his food as he ate. “Oh, great. It was nice having another woman around, helping out.” The next two days flew by and I found that as I masturbated during those days I longed to feel the touch of Judy instead of Ed. Don’t get me wrong, I still loved Ed, and was dying to get back to normal, and ride my lovers cock into the night, but there was this secret itch to again have the skilled and knowing gentle touch that Judy had demonstrated on her.
On Thursday I expected Judy all day, but she didn’t come until afternoon, like we had originally planned. Instead of staying in, she took me out on a drive of the town, and had a snack picnic in the park. This was so much what I’d missed with Ed that I nearly cried. OK, I did cry, but that was just due to my crazy hormones.
We just chatted about nothing, and I enjoyed the bright early October day. After an hour she finally asked me, “I hope I didn’t upset you the other day. I really just wanted to help you, and you just looked like you needed someone.”
I though silently, examining my feelings before I spoke, “I did. And I’m glad you came back today to spend more time with me.”
“Dear, you’re just so sweet; I want to gobble you up.” Judy said with a slight tang of southern accent she must have had as a child.
“I’d like that,” I’d said smiling to her, before realizing what I’d said. The shock and mortification hit me, “That’s not what I…”
“Are you sure?” she said with a quirky eyebrow at me.
I sighed. “OK, I bet that would feel divine, but I was wrong to do that in the first place. I love Ed and he’s the father of my children. I know he’s just frustrated as I am being celibate these last few months. Also, I’m not a lesbian, so I’m sorry, but I didn’t mean to give you the wrong impression if that’s what I did.” There. I’d put the whole case in the open and see what she thought about that.
“Honey, it’s OK. I’m not a lesbian when I’ve had a good man in my life, which sorry to say, hasn’t happened in far too long.” She smiled and continued, “Honestly, I’ve only had a few one-night-stands on the random day when Becky was at camp, or a friend’s house on a sleep-over, so I’ve really only been intimate with my favorite vibrator, Mr. Purple.”
I half laughed, but got control of myself quickly before she continued, “I’d be lying if said I didn’t envy your relationship with Ed. He seems like a real stand-up guy; a real keeper.”
“Yea. I’ve been lucky,” I agreed.
“And I’d be lying,” she went on, “if I didn’t think about taking a roll around with him in the sheets!” At that we both exploded into laughter and giggles like overgrown schoolgirls. After we got control of ourselves she looked at me in the eye, staring into my soul, “Rachel, you are so beautiful, and I don’t want to get between you and Ed. I just want you to know that I think we can be really close friends.”
Without even batting an eyelash I smiled back at her, “I’d like that…,” and then we kissed again.
After that we didn’t have time for anything more that day, and the weekend went by in a daze. I was still masturbating constantly, and keeping it secret from Ed, who was taking part in less and less of my fantasies. I was feeling guilty about it, but that just seemed to make it hotter.
Finally, what seemed like a lifetime later Tuesday came again and though my conscience was throbbing in my head, the throbbing in my pussy made me giddy after Ed kissed me goodbye that morning. I was afire waiting for Judy to arrive, and I barely left the window looking out for her arrival. My excitement translated to the twins, causing them to stir in my uterus.
Between their movements and my own natural horniness I had to lie down in bed and began frisking my pussy relentlessly. I never heard the knock on the door, but when I heard the front door open, I called out, “In here,” but never stopped stroking my pussy.
Then I saw Judy standing in the door, wearing a long brown coat, but it was opened revealing her nearly naked form clad only in a black lace teddy. Her huge breasts were barley contained by the sheer fabric and plunging cleavage, and her wide hips were naked with the high cut of the lingerie. She just smiled devilishly and said softly, “Just couldn’t wait to start playing without me?”
All I could do was moan and continued rubbing my swollen clit. She just stood there watching as I strained my arm around my giant belly. I was on fire as I’d never been before, but she just stood in the doorway watching as she slowly removed her coat, and strutted around letting me get the full view of her sexy body.
A small part of my brain was distracted to thinking, ‘Wow I hope I can still look as good after I have children,’ but my quaking pussy demanded attention. “Please…” I moaned.
“Please what Honey?” she asked innocently, like she didn’t know why she was here in that getup.
My pussy shuddered and I had no choice but to almost yell out, “Oh God, please touch me!”
She smiled and said in a sultry voice, “Hang on Honey, I’m gonna make you cum to the moon.” Then she sat on the end of the bed between my legs, and then lowered herself beneath the curve of my protruding belly, her fiery hair the last thing I saw of her. She gently pulled my stretched hand away from my burning bush.
I found I was holding my breath without realizing it when the first gentle touches of Judy’s nimble fingers gently brushing my hairy bush. I groaned long and low at the tingling sensations rippling through my body. While I had been desperate and harsh with my body these last few days, Judy was soft and gentle, setting my burning desire into a raging inferno.
She was slow, gentle and deliberate, but knew all the right places to touch. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. My college experience seemed clumsy by comparison, and while Ed too loved to touch and go down on her as well, this was beyond that by leaps and bounds.