She told herself that it wasn’t really cheating because it was another woman. After all, hadn’t it been her boyfriend that pushed her towards the idea in the first place? Had not he been the one that pressed her on the idea so much that they ended up actually swinging with another couple? He certainly had not seemed to mind watching her with the other girl that night. He most assuredly didn’t mind fucking her either. And for all she knew, he was still fucking Allison, the girl from the aforementioned other couple, on the side anyway. He was certainly gone a lot lately. “For work.” He always said. And even though they had experimented some with other couples, it had been an agreed upon thing, and they by no means had what would be considered an “open relationship.” She knew she had not been all that innocent herself, but the thought of him cheating made her sting with jealousy. Even so, she resisted the urge to pry, or follow him, or do anything that might confirm her suspicions. The thought of that made her nauseous, and in her heart, she was equally worried that she might find out that he wasn’t doing so, which would make her own dalliances seem even worse. So, in spite of her doubts, she kept her suspicions to herself and played the role of a good girlfriend.Besides, she had other things to do with her free time. Since her first, secret experience with Rebecca that night in her friend’s Jacuzzi (and then later in her bed), Michelle found herself hanging out more and more with the young blonde mother that lived right down the street from her. They hung out, drank wine, sunned themselves at the community pool until it closed for the season, and relaxed in her hot tub when the nights got chillier. And on the weeks and weekends when her kids were at her ex’s house, sometimes she even stayed over. And almost every time, they had sex. Chelle had quickly grown to love the feeling of her friend’s soft skin against hers. The heat in the way her lips felt when they kissed. The feel of her fingers and tongue on her own sex, driving her to heights of orgasmic bliss. She loved the things she was learning each time she found herself between Becky’s thighs, lapping at first with timidity but growing each time in boldness and technique with every session.Sometimes it was a quickie: the kids were at a playmate’s house and Michelle just happened to come over and bury her face in Rebecca’s mound. Another time she had come over to borrow some flour for a meal she was planning for her boyfriend Leman, who was coming over that evening. When he called to tell her he was on the way over she had to be oh-so-careful with her voice because, at the time, Becky was sawing three fingers out of her vagina and sucking on her clit as the brunette balanced on the kitchen counter, trying desperately not to cry out. Two hours later the meal had turned out perfectly and her boyfriend’s cock was buried in that same well-licked pussy, none the wiser.She told herself that she wasn’t really bisexual. She had never had the full “college experience” coming up and liked to tell herself that as a result, she had missed out on those experimental sexual experiences that people liked to talk about. That was why now, at thirty-one, she was doing things like secretly eating her girlfriend’s pussy on the side. Or having really weird and inappropriate flings, like the one with the pool lifeguard. Ümraniye Escort Or that thing that happened with her former personal trainer that she would never tell anyone else about.She told herself that it wasn’t really an affair. They didn’t use words like love. They didn’t keep up with where each other were going. It was just a nice, fun distraction. Some stress relief after a hard day. Becky joked with her sometimes about missing a good hard cock now and then and Chelle would laugh. The blonde even asked if she wanted to invite her boyfriend over one day so they could at least stop sneaking around so much. Michelle had responded with a, “maybe” but she wasn’t so sure she wanted that. There was something about her and Becky that was just hers. And even if she didn’t understand it, or know why that mattered, that was how she wanted it to stay. For now at least. She told herself that she was still the same good girl inside. She had definitely done some things out of character, but maybe that was part of life’s journey? Maybe that was how we found out who we really were all along? And most of the time, she believed these things that she told herself.———————————————–Of course, other times when her conscience got the best of her, she tried to get back to the way things were before. She made herself quit making excuses to go to Becky’s house for something that, more often than not, ended with her hand down the front of the blonde‘s pants. She even told her that she wanted to take a break from all of that and, to her credit, her friend said she understood. To distract herself, Michelle dove into work, and when she had time with her boyfriend, she dove into him. Sometimes it was depraved replays of things they had done, other times it was more intimate, but it was almost always great, even if it seemed that more and more time was passing between times they saw each other. His work seemed to be taking him out of town for longer and longer trips and during one two-week training trip where she was left to her own devices (literally), she almost felt like snapping. Only three days in, she found herself once again on her favorite sex toy site to purchase yet another replacement vibrator for the ones she was using up. She had been drinking, as was often the case when she shopped on those sites, and so when the package arrived the following week and she stood in her living room holding a twelve-inch double-sided red dildo in both hands, she had trouble remembering exactly why she had purchased a toy that was so obviously meant for two girls to enjoy. “I’ll just keep it,” she told herself, “And if Leman sees it I’ll tell him it’s a surprise for our next little adventure.” He wouldn’t question it, but there were no such adventures planned. Or even expected. Would he call her bluff?Of course, she knew what she had actually been thinking that night. She had been imagining Becky speared on one end of the red rubber toy, her blonde hair falling all over her shoulders and her soft, full lips open in a cry of pleasure. And on the other end, with six inches of that thing buried in her own snatch, was Chelle. Their pubic mounds meeting in the middle and grinding together as they kissed and groped each other’s bodies. The image made her instantly wet and she almost didn’t notice how she was rubbing the Ümraniye Escort Bayan huge toy between her own parted legs.It had been weeks since their last encounter. She hadn’t even been calling or texting her for fear that she would so easily give in. But now… It was getting dark outside. Even though she had not seen her friend in weeks she still knew her schedule. A little mental math revealed that this indeed should have been one of those weeks where Becky did not have her kids. She’d be (presumably) all alone in that big house she won in the divorce. Maybe it was time to stop by and see how she was doing? She had a nice bottle of rose that she had been saving for… well, something. She could load it in a tote bag. Maybe throw in a bikini in case they ended up in the hot tub? And there was a lot of extra room in that bag as well. She could maybe bring another surprise. Maybe one that she wouldn’t even bring out. But maybe…———————————————–It was warm outside, unseasonably so, one could say, though in the South such terms barely applied. She had dolled herself up quickly but thoroughly and had thrown on a simple brown cotton dress that was a little on the short side and clung to her body nicely when she moved. Though she had recently taking to doing more aerobic activity and running since quitting her gym, she still prided herself in staying in shape. She was only going to stay for a glass of wine, of course, but she didn’t want her friend to think she had let herself go since last they saw each other.Becky’s house was two blocks away. She could have driven but preferred to walk in the pleasant night air. Her neighborhood was almost deathly quiet even at this early hour, save the occasional bark of a dog or exclamation of a child that probably needed to be put to bed. Michelle found that as she approached her friend’s house, her heart was starting to pound a little and her mind felt almost hazy, like the way she got when she was extremely horny. She knew from experience that she tended to make very questionable decisions when she felt like this and she considered turning around. But of course, she didn’t. Not even when she saw the car in her friend’s driveway. It was a bright red BMW convertible and while she didn’t place it immediately, it certainly looked familiar. Her first thought was that it was Becky’s ex, perhaps over to pick up or (hopefully not) drop off the kids. But that didn’t seem right. They always met on neutral ground for that, so far as Chelle knew, and besides, it was getting late. Maybe the blonde had a date? The idea made Michelle feel strangely uncomfortable but it was hardly out of reason. Becky was beautiful even after having those kids and had a charming and infectious personality. Hell, she had certainly entranced her when they first met! She should have left it there. But she had walked this far and was too worked up to just give up. She decided that she would approach with caution and if it were actually a date and not just some friend stopping by, she would offer the bottle she brought, then politely leave and maybe, finally, have the strength to be done with this secret side-life she had been juggling.She got closer to the house and heard voices in the back. There was a slight echo and she realized that someone must have been in the hot tub.“So Escort Ümraniye a date then. Definitely a date. That or she has some other girlfriends I didn’t know about.” She thought.Her hand reached up to knock on the door, but instead went to the knob, and tested it. The door opened. And Michelle stepped inside. The interior of the house was spacious and dark, lit only by a few mood track lights and at least one candle that she could smell. She remembered that candle. It sat on the kitchen counter, right near where Chelle had last been fingered and eaten out by Becky while she talked on the phone with Leman. They say smell is closely associated with memory, and that one made her even more hot. She knew it was crazy to be in here. She was going to get caught and that would be bad, but curiosity was pushing her towards the large glass patio doors that looked out on the backyard. There were privacy tall fences on three sides but from there she would be able to see just who her friend was spending the evening with.But before she had the chance, the patio door swung open and her blonde friend stepped in. She was wearing her favorite green bikini and her skin and hair were wet. She didn’t see Michelle at first because she was talking to whoever was in the hot tub. But then she closed the door and lay eyes on her friend with a startled jump. Michelle thought Rebecca might scream but she didn’t, and for that she was thankful.“Chelle, what the fuck are you doing here? You scared me.” “I… I’m sorry.” She stammered. For a moment she was simply drinking in the sight of her beautiful friend wearing that same bikini she had the day they met. She tried to recover. “I, uh. I brought you a bottle of wine. I wasn’t planning to stay or anything but it had been awhile since we talked and I knew you didn’t have your kids and…”“Chelle, I’m on a date.” the blonde answered, matter-of-factly, and motioning towards the backyard.The brunette’s sighed. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just gonna leave this bottle of wine for you and we can catch up later, ok?” And then she asked the question that, had she not, might have changed everything that came after:“Who is it by the way?”“Todd. From the gym, you know?” Todd! Now she knew where she had seen the gaudy red convertible outside. It had belonged to her personal trainer. Well, her ex-personal trainer actually, since she had quit the gym after that day when he had practically torn her pants off and had his way with her. I mean, it wasn’t as bad as all that but it had been embarrassing, hence her never going back and having to face him. “Oh my God, you’re fucking Todd? How long has this been going on?” She asked, her face suddenly flushed. Why was she angry?“Hey, I tried to keep it professional, but the other day the power went out at the gym during our session. Todd closed the place early but I stayed.” The blonde shrugged and grinned. That certainly sounded familiar, but hearing it from her friend so nonchalantly just made her feel even cheaper. She truly had been just a notch on that big meathead’s weight belt after all. And just what did that make her with Becky?“Look, I don’t know why you’re surprised. I’ve told you many times girl, Mommy has needs. And while he’s hardly boyfriend material, the man does have some uses. And besides, it’s not like you haven’t fucked him.” Now anger and shame surged in Michelle. “He told you??”Rebecca just smiled and stepped closer to her friend. They were in arms reach now. “No. You just did.”Humiliated, Michelle turned to go, but an outstretched hand stopped her.“Hey look, Chelle. I’m sorry. Listen.” Her hand lightly slid up her friend’s arm, and in spite of herself, Michelle welcomed the touch.