I’m about ready to juice.”
When the juices finally began to skyrocket out of Faye’s pussy, she let out a joyful shout.
“That’s it, baby, stick with it, eat me, eat every bit of my pussy juice,” Faye said.
Even though gobbling down womanly nectars constituted a new experience for Sheila, she was more than capable of meeting the challenge, digesting every drop that spilled out of the other girl’s mound.
After Sheila finished with her handiwork, Faye lifted her body, jumping to her feet.
Faye burst into loud applause, a big smile sweeping across her face. “Bravo, you’re the star of this show,” Faye said.
“No, that isn’t fair to say,” Sheila shook her head. “After all, there wouldn’t have been a show if it weren’t for you. And you got me to juice by doing such a great job.”
“Then let’s not argue about who’s the star. Let’s just say that we had a smashing opener.”
“Yes, we did.”
“After we play Boston and Philadelphia a while, maybe we’ll be ready for New York,”
Faye winked.
Sheila was still very much in a daze. So much had happened to her so fast.
It wasn’t until the entire sex encounter came to an end that she even remembered the purpose of her visit. She had been so concerned about saving her marriage, but now that didn't seem to mean as much to her.
Since she had received some blistering fucks from Faye, everything seemed different. She could withstand marital indiscretions on the part of Joel. They didn’t contain that much significance. Not when she bad access to a gorgeous pussy like Faye’s.
As Sheila slowly put on her clothes, preparing to leave Faye’s apartment, she thought about the significant changes that had occurred in her life. First it was swapping, and now lesbianism.
The events happened so fast that she had not had sufficient opportunity to evaluate their impact.
“How about us having lunch tomorrow?” Faye asked as Sheila walked toward the door. “After all, we’re bachelor girls while the two men are away.”
“I’m not sure I can make it.”
“Why not, dear?”
“I’ve got a few things to do around the house.”
“Put them off, darling. Either that or do them in the morning. I really want to see you again tomorrow. This is the start of a beautiful relationship.”
“I’ll see. Give me a call,” she said as she opened the door.
CHAPTER 15
Sheila experienced the wildest weekend of her life with Faye.
The seductive blonde could not seem to get enough of Sheila, and they spent both Saturday and Sunday evening screwing at Faye’s apartment.
When Sheila returned home Monday morning, she was nursing a terrible hangover.
She and Faye had both imbibed greatly, polishing off a good deal of Vodka in between their pussy sucks and dildo stabs.
Sheila had become an accomplished lesbian lover during the course of the weekend, learning all the ropes about lesbian pleasures, including that of fucking with a dildo.
As she arrived home, however, it was with a certain sense of guilt. She couldn’t quite see her way out of the wilderness. Faye was demanding more sex, and told her that she would be more than happy to stop seeing Joel.
The ironical twist of fate that Sheila just couldn’t get over was that she had achieved her objective, that of getting Faye to stop seeing her husband Joel.
But it was the manner in which she accomplished it that stunned her. In the act of accomplishing her principal objective, she had fallen into a headlong romance with Faye.
She was so tired that she badly needed sleep, so she immediately retired to her room.
It wasn’t until she was laying her head down on the pillow that she recognized the fact she hadn’t even been home to receive her husband’s post-race call, which he made with steady habit.
She didn’t even know how the race came out, since Faye had taken her telephone off the hook so they wouldn’t be interrupted when they were screwing.
If only they hadn’t been so drunk, they would have at least left a line open, Sheila thought.
She dropped quickly off to sleep, sleeping deeply until early afternoon.
Sheila was awakened by a tug at her left shoulder.
She looked up into the face of Joel, who wore an expression that indicated a cross between annoyance and relief.
“What ever happened to you?” he asked.
‘What do you mean, dear?”
“I must have tried to reach you fifty times. Tell me something. Have you found yourself a lover?”
“Of course not,” she struck back woundedly. “Why would you ask that?“
“Here you are, sleeping so soundly that you didn’t even hear me when I came into the room. And it’s the middle of the day. You’re not usually sleeping now.
And you must not have been here last weekend. If you were you certainly weren’t answering your phone or you would have talked to me. I just don’t get any of it. All I know is that you’ve been terribly cold sexually lately. Now you’re not even there when I call to let you know how the race came out.”
“How did you do?”
“I won, for whatever the hell that matters,” he snapped, sitting down in a chair and tensely crossing his legs. “Out with it, honey. I don’t believe in holding things back. That’s never been my way. Just what did happen?”
Sheila’s body began to quake. She threw her head into her hands and began to sob unrestrainedly.
“All right, I’ll tell you,” she sniffed.
Sheila waited until she was able to regain her composure satisfactorily. She then looked up at Joel.
“It all started when I found out about your affair with Faye,” she said. “You don’t have any reason to act like you’re so innocent, Joel.”
For the next few minutes she went into detail explaining all about her discovery of Joel and Faye meeting at the motel. From there she proceeded to the confrontation with Faye.
“I did it because I wanted to save our marriage,” she explained, 'but then something else happened.”
As her husband leaned forward, listening to her incredible revelations, Sheila, her voice trembling, explained how she became drawn into sex with Faye.
At the close of her disclosures, Joel jumped up from the chair and walked over, toward her.
He sat on the edge of the bed, running his fingers consolingly through her hair.
“I think that we both made a mistake, and we’d better just remedy it right now,” he told her.
“I don’t understand what you mean,” she looked into his eyes.
“I mean this. I was wrong for suggesting the swapping. That opened things up.
We had a beautiful marriage, so there was no need to rock the boat. I’m sorry, dear. I accept full responsibility for that. But there’s something that I think you should accept responsibility for.”
“Tell me what.”
“The fact that you wouldn’t give me the same kinds of sex sensations Faye would. I don’t want to hurt you, darling. I just want you to show a little more enthusiasm for the act since I have been willing to give you all that I could muster in the way of oral satisfaction, I think you should be willing to do the same thing for me.”
“I don’t know. I would consider it, though. I don’t want to lose you, Joel.
I’ll tell Faye that I can’t ever have sex with her again, If she wants to continue to be my friend, then okay. But no more intimacies.”
“That’s exactly right,” Joel nodded. “And I promise you from the bottom of my heart that I won’t be having
