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Kristen McNally was lost. She had been trying to do the weekly grocery shopping, but had gotten turned around again. It was so hard finding things in a new town anyway. Couple that with having to learn how to drive on the left side of the road, and she was having major problems.



Kristen and her husband, Ben, were visiting Australia. He was a martial art instructor who conducted seminars and worked with instructors all over the world. She helped him with the logistics of travel, record keeping, and other business. They had no children and the novelty of taking six months away from their regular lives to travel the world made her feel like one of the luckiest people in the world.



She found the grocery eventually, and then the department store. She wanted to buy a new pair of jeans. She had been losing weight and needed a pair that fit. She wanted to look as good as possible when she went to business lunches and other events with her husband, Ben.



*



The new school year was in full swing. Angel Wilson was a freshman, enrolled in pre-med courses, and was looking forward to beginning nursing school in a few years. As she walked across campus she took time to enjoy the sunshine and the spring flowers, their perfume heavy and sweet in the air.



At the main intersection of campus, she had to wait on the traffic light. She glanced at the posters on the lamp pole advertising music groups at bars, people selling furniture. One advertised a self-defense seminar.



Angel stepped closer to read the information on the poster. She had always been curious about martial arts, but had never had time or opportunity to study them. The poster said that the seminar would be held twice over the upcoming weekend. She used her phone to send a photo of it to her best friend Vanessa.



*



‘Self-Defense is more about being aware of your surroundings than about fighting off an attacker,’ the instructor, Ben McNally said. He spent the first part of the seminar showing slides of things like parking lots at night, store entrances, malls, and the like, showing the participants what to look for and teaching them how to respond to different situations. Eventually, he had them do role-playing exercises, practicing how to respond if a stranger tried to get them alone.



They had been in the seminar for a couple of hours when they took their first break. McNally was sitting down, sipping warm water with honey and lemon, and resting his voice. He was naturally a quiet man. Lecturing like this was hard on his voice.



McNally was visiting Australia with his wife from the United States. He was working with several martial art schools in this country for a few months and was doing this self-defense seminar as a favor to a friend. Ben was an expert in close-quarters self-defense.



He watched the young people mill about during the break. Young women and men, mostly college students, but some were older. Professors maybe? He didn’t know. The seminar was free, so there were no registration forms, just liability releases. His wife, Kristen, took care of the paperwork part of the business. They had found that things worked better that way.



His timer went off, and everyone came back to their training area.



‘Time for some practical work,’ he said. ‘Pair up with someone about your same size and weight.’ With that, they got to work on the fun stuff.



*



Angel was learning how to defend against wrist and arm grabs, clothing grabs, and hair grabs. All of the techniques were simple joint locks, and pressure point strikes, but they worked like magic when applied properly. Even with the students, who weren’t experts, the techniques worked well.



Angel was partners with Vanessa. She had her long, dark hair back in a bun to keep it out of the way. She and Vanessa both wore workout clothes: snug yoga pants and t-shirts.They were practicing the techniques, working hard to understand them and make them work on each other.



The instructor, Mr. McNally, made it around to all of the students, watching and correcting their techniques if they needed it. The closer he got to Angel, the more nervous she became. She wasn’t usually attracted to older men, but something about his looks aroused her. She didn’t know if it was his blue eyes with the laugh lines showing at the corners of them. Maybe it was the long dark hair, tied back in a ponytail, showing grey streaks through it. Maybe it was just something about the way that he carried himself that she found attractive.



Whatever it was, she became nervous and began fumbling with the techniques as he stood watching them. Her partner Vanessa didn’t seem affected in the least. She was performing nearly flawless techniques and hitting almost every pressure point that she aimed for.



‘Any questions ladies?’ he asked.



‘Yes,’ Angel said. ‘How do we know if this stuff will work on real men? Won’t it be a lot harder to make them work in real life?’



*



‘That’s a great question,’ McNally said. ‘After lunch, some of the martial art students that I teach will be in to help you work on the techniques. They are great at letting you work on this stuff without hurting them.’



He watched the girl’s go back to practicing. He had seen other martial art students, especially young women, respond to his presence like this before. He knew that she would be fine as soon as she thought that he wasn’t looking. One thing that he liked about having his wife at these seminars with him was that it cut down on the flirting and crushes that developed in situations like this.



He glanced over at his wife and saw that she was watching him. He smiled at her and went back to work.



*



Kristen sat at a table off to the side of the crowd of people in the seminar. She watched her husband talking to the young ladies in the class. She didn’t usually mind, but sometimes she became jealous. She especially hated it when the young college girls would flaunt their tight, young bodies at her husband. Sometimes he would touch them lightly, changing their posture slightly, or move them to a more advantageous angle. She would watch their nipples get hard while he talked and knew that they were fantasizing about him.



Even though she was occasionally jealous, Kristen was proud that her husband was desirable, even at his age. He was over 40 now, but he still turned the young ladies’ heads. And, she thought, sometimes the young men’s.



Still, he never showed signs of straying, never came home late, or came home with lipstick on his collar. She trusted him and knew that he trusted her. That was a good feeling.



*



Angel felt her nipples stiffen as she watched Mr. McNally help her friend Vanessa. He gently moved her hands, showed her how to pull the arm into a better angle. Despite the pain of the joint locks that her friend was applying to her, she was becoming aroused by the thought of being with this man.



When he did the same for her, she knew that she must seem like a silly girl, smiling up at him when he touched her hand, shivering when he put his hand on her hip to give her better leverage. The goose-flesh that raised on her arms was, she thought, a dead giveaway to him that she wanted him in the worst way.



*



McNally loved working with all of his students, but it was a special perk of his job to be able to be around young women. He loved the idea of empowering them to be strong and in control of their bodies. He also loved seeing those bodies up close, touching them, smelling them, watching them move.



There were many good-looking women in the seminar today. More than usual in fact.



He glanced up at his wife again. They had been married a long time, and both knew that the fantasy of being with another person would never be worth the pain it would cause the other, or the devastation it would wreak on their relationship.



That didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy his work.



*



As the seminar wound to a close, Angel made her way up to the front to talk to Mr. McNally. ‘Hi!’ she said, holding out her hand to him. ‘Just wanted to thank you again for doing the seminar for us.’



‘My pleasure,’ he responded, taking the hand she offered and squeezing it gently. He saw the look in her eyes and knew what it meant. She pulled his hand just a little closer and wrapped her other hand around it.



‘I’m not usually this … forward,’ she started to say, but was interrupted when Mrs. McNally walked up to them.



Angel dropped Mr. McNally’s hand with a nervous smile to his wife.



*



Kristen took in the tableau before her as she approached, the two-hand handshake, the hard nipples, the earnest expression. She glanced to her husband’s face and saw that he was in control, even if he was enjoying the attention of the pretty brunette with the bun in her hair.



‘Hello,’ Kristen said as she came to stand by her husband. She put her hand gently on her husband’s shoulder.



‘Um, Kristen,’ Ben said, ‘This is…um….’ Finally the young lady’s name clicked into his brain. ‘Angel!’ he almost shouted. ‘Er…Angel,’ he said at a more reasonable tone. His wife knew that remembering names was not his strong point.



Kristen kept him skewered on her gaze for three full seconds before she slid her eyes down to the young lady in front of him. Suddenly she smiled at the young woman.



‘Hi there,’ she said with fake sweetness. ‘I’m Mrs. McNally,’ she said, just the faintest emphasis on the ‘Missus’.



They shook hands without the ‘handshake game’ of strength that men might play in the same situation. Kristen narrowed her gaze at Angel just a bit as she released her hand.



‘How did you like the seminar, Angel?’ she asked.



‘It was very good,’ Angel said smiling, looking from Kristen to Mr. McNally. ‘I’ve always wanted to learn martial arts of some kind,’ she said. ‘This made me realize that I really should find someplace to take lessons.’



‘I’m so glad that we could help,’ Kristen said.



Angel looked around the room briefly as if trying to figure out what to say next. ‘How…um…how are you finding Australia?’ she asked finally.



‘It’s quite lovely,’ Kristen said genuinely. ‘Summer was winding down when we left home, and now, suddenly it’s spring again.’



‘You’re very lucky,’ Angel said, glancing from Kristen to Ben and then looking down again.



‘Yes,’ Kristen said, smiling a bit. ‘I am. Lucky, but not gifted with navigational skills, I’m afraid. I keep getting lost.’



‘Do you?’ Angel said. ‘I’ve heard the town can be confusing. I grew up here, so I’ve never found it confusing.’



‘Well, it’s a lovely town,’ Kristen said. ‘I think you’re very lucky to live here.’



*



McNally watched the interplay between his wife and the lovely young Australian. He knew his wife was conscious of her weight, and was proud of her for changing her diet and exercising more. Still, her self-confidence was fragile. He looked to the young woman in front of her, still obviously excited, and talking quickly to his wife.



‘Honey,’ he said. ‘Do you have a copy of the schools in the area that I’ve worked with?’



She looked up at him, saying nothing for several moments.



‘Yes,’ she said finally.



‘Could you get that for Miss…er…Angel?’



‘Alright,’ she said to him. “I’ll be right back,” she said to the girl and turned to walk away.



‘Is she angry with me?’ Angel asked quietly, leaning in just a bit.



‘No,’ McNally said smiling. ‘She gets jealous when I spend time with pretty young women.’



Angel looked down. ‘I’m not….’



With a brief glance to his wife, Ben reached out and quickly squeezed the young lady’s shoulder. ‘Yes,’ he whispered. They had a brief, intense conversation that left the girl flushed and McNally looking forward to the next week.



*



Most of the other participants had left the room now. They were filing out past Kristen, who was leafing through papers in her briefcase. She began heading back toward her husband with the paper and saw Angel, her head down and a blush spreading up from the neck of her t-shirt to cover her face.



Ben must have seen her coming because he placed his hand on Angel’s back and steered her towards the door and Kristen.



‘Here you go, Miss Wilson,’ Kristen said. ‘Mr. McNally can personally recommend any school on this list.’



‘Thank you,’ Angel said quietly, reaching out for it. She thanked them both and began heading to the door where her friend waited.



‘Honey,’ said Ben to his wife, ‘Maybe Miss…er…Angel would be willing to go shopping with you a few times a week while we’re here, at least until you get your bearings. We could pay her for her time. It would be worth it for me. I worry about you getting lost.’ He looked from his wife to Angel.



*



Angel’s heart was in her throat. This man was suggesting that she spend time with his wife, when it was actually him that she wanted to get to know better. Still, if she spent time with the wife, might she not have some chance of getting to know the husband better? It made her feel very naughty, but she looked to Mrs. McNally, her eyes wide to gauge her reaction.



‘Why,’ Mrs. McNally said, her smile not quite meeting making it into her eyes.’What a lovely idea. What do you think Miss Wilson?’



‘I would be glad to help in any way that I can,’ Angel said.



‘Well, that’s just dandy,’ Mr. McNally said. ‘We’ve got your number on the form, right? We’ll just give you a call soon.’



They shook hands and she was out the door.



‘What was all of that about?’ Vanessa asked as they walked away.



‘They want to pay me to guide Mrs. McNally around. She keeps getting lost,’ Angel said, still somewhat amazed that she was doing this.



‘You two kind of look alike,’ Vanessa said. ‘She could be your…sister? Mother? Something.’



‘Really?’ Angel said, turning back to take another look. ‘I don’t see it. She’s much prettier than me.’



‘No, you’re about the same, really,’ Vanessa said.



This angered Angel for reasons that she didn’t understand.



*



‘What was all of that about?’ Kristen said to McNally as they turned away from the door.



‘I was just going to ask you the same thing,’ he said to his wife. ‘What was all the weirdness with that kid?’



‘That ‘kid’ had her eye on you the whole day, mister,’ she said frostily. ‘If I hadn’t been here, she would have had you in the parking lot, helping her with her car, or whatever it took to get you into her tight little pants.’



‘Wh…are…you think…’ McNally was at a loss for words. ‘I don’t want some college girl. That’s exactly why I made certain that you could come with me on this tour before I agreed to do it.’ He reached out and touched her cheek lightly.



Kristen blushed lightly at her husband’s touch and looked down. She nodded meekly.



‘Still, was it really that cold in here?’ he asked.



‘You did notice!’ she said, slapping his arm.



‘Hey, I’m loyal, not blind,’ he said laughing and ducking away from her.



*



The next day, Kristen sent a text to Angel. They arranged a time to get together for coffee and talk. Kristen wanted to clear the air and make sure that Angel really did want to help her.



Kristen got to the cafe early, ordered hot chocolate and found a table. Angel found her a few minutes later with her tea in hand. Kristen rose to greet her.



‘Hello again!’ she said, more genuine now that her husband was nowhere around.



‘Hi Mrs. McNally,’ Angel said, taking the hand that she offered. They both sat and chatted about the lovely weather, what the summer weather would be like, whether Angel had ever been out of the country, etc. Unlike Ben, Kristen could do small talk all day long.



Eventually the conversation came around to boyfriends.



‘Oh, I don’t really have one,’ Angel said, a blush rising to her cheeks.



‘No?’ Kristen asked, wanting to know more. ‘Why?’



‘Well, I’m a little … shy with boys, I guess.’



‘It just takes practice,’ Kristen said smiling. ‘Do you have your eye on a special one?’ she asked.



The blush in Angel’s cheeks increased to the point where Kristen thought that spontaneous combustion might be a possibility.



‘Um, no, not really,’ Angel said.



‘Do you always blush like this around boys?’ Kristen asked.



‘Um…’ Angel looked away.



‘Sorry, I’m not trying to embarrass you,’ Kristen said, smiling. She was beginning to like this shy young woman. ‘I’m trying to think how I could help.’



‘What? How?’ Angel asked, suddenly alarmed.



‘Well, maybe shopping for lingerie?’ Kristen offered with a smile.



‘Oh, um…I don’t really….’ Angel mumbled.



‘What about a massage with a nice burly masseur?’ Kristen suggested.



‘What? You mean, like be naked?’ Angel asked.



‘Or we could just flirt with the serving boys,’ Kristen said as a serving boy came by, cleaning tables. He glanced at her, smiled, and moved on.



‘I really don’t think that’s necessary,’ Angel said.



‘Well, I’m on vacation, kind of,’ Kristen said. ‘It’s a long working vacation, but still. I want to be pampered a bit. Let’s get that massage.’



She looked up some spas on her phone, decided on one based on the reviews, and gave Angel the address.



*



Angel sat in the passenger seat and guided Kristen through the streets to the spa. She had never had a massage and was looking forward to it. Especially when Kristen told her that she would have a female masseuse. She thought that it would be much less embarrassing that way. Half an hour later, they were lying on massage tables next to each other. Kristen had held a sheet up for Angel as she took off her robe and lay down. She had then done the same thing for herself, preserving both of their modesty, at least a bit.



The two masseuses came in and got ready. Angel’s was a tall, slender blonde, and Kristen’s was a shorter brunette. They both wore lavender scrubs and had their hair pulled back into tight pony tails.



Angel jumped when her masseuse, Amy pulled the sheet down from her shoulders.



‘It’s okay,’ Amy said. ‘Just making some room to work. Are you warm enough?’



‘Yes, just fine,’ Angel said.



Amy and Sylvia, the brunette, chatted with the ladies just a bit as they worked. Small moans filled the gaps in the small talk, and soon Angel found herself relaxing.



Amy began with her shoulders and arms, then moved down to her feet and worked her way up. Her hands on Angels ass felt amazing as they kneaded and vibrated the mass of muscle. Angel had never been attracted to women, but she began to understand that it didn’t matter who touched her, the sensations could be very pleasurable.



‘Ready to turn over?’ Sylvia asked Kristen.



‘Sure,’ she said.



Kristen pushed herself up onto her left hand while her right held her large breasts in place as she turned. Angel got an accidental glimpse as Kristen turned over. Involuntarily, her mouth fell open at the sight of Kristen holding her breasts, the paleness of her skin, and the pink of a nipple showing through her fingers.



‘Your breasts are beautiful,’ Sylvia said to Kristen.



‘Ugh. They’re a pain,’ Kristen said. ‘But thank you.’



‘I’ll bet your husband likes them,’ Amy said with a laugh.



Kristen laughed a little. ‘He certainly does!’



Angel could feel a blush creeping up her face at the talk. She wondered if Mr. McNally would like her small breasts, or if he only liked large ones.



When it was time for her to turn, she felt butterflies in her stomach. She rolled over and settled on her back.



‘Lovely!’ said Amy.



‘Oh…thanks,’ she mumbled.



Amy began at her feet again and worked her way up Angels legs. Angel could hear Kristen’s small moans becoming more frequent all the time. Those sounds, combined with the work that Amy was doing on her, served to make her very aroused. Suddenly, Angel couldn’t keep quiet any more, and Angel herself began moaning, and not always quietly either.



‘You like that?’ Amy whispered to her. She brushed her hand over Angel’s mound and moved up her abdomen.



‘Yes!’ Angel whispered, a catch in her voice.



‘Good,’ Amy whispered as she cupped the undersides of Angels breasts and smoothed oil up and over the nipples.



‘Oh!’ Angel said. She could hear Kristen chuckle.



‘I’m glad that you’re enjoying yourself finally,’ she said.



‘Oh, yes!’ Angel said sincerely.



‘Well, not too much now,’ Kristen said. ‘I don’t think this is quite that kind of establishment.’



‘Oh, you’d be surprised, love,’ Sylvia said to her as she massaged over Kristen’s large breasts. She worked each one with two hands, still not containing the massive globes. The aureolae crinkled up and the nipples pushed up against her hands. Sylvia smiled down at Kristen as she flicked her thumbs over each nipple simultaneously.



‘Perhaps I was wrong,’ Kristen said with a sigh.



‘Not wrong,’ Amy said. ‘You just got the right pair to work with you, if that’s what you want.’



‘I don’t think…’ Angel began.



‘No,’ Kristen said, closing her eyes and arching her back so that her breasts pushed harder into Sylvia’s hands. ‘Don’t think.’



‘Nice,’ Sylvia said.



‘Won’t your husband mind?’ Angel said, shuddering as Amy massaged down the sides of her chest and up to her neck.



‘My husband doesn’t like the idea of me seeing other men. That makes him jealous,’ Kristen said. ‘He would love to be here now, watching this.’ A sharp cry escaped her as Sylvia dropped her hand down between her legs.



‘Do try to keep the noise level down, love,’ Amy said, looking back to Kristen. ‘You’ll get us in trouble.’



‘MMMmmm,’ Kristen replied, Sylvia’s right hand massaging her lower lips, while her left caressed the ones on her face.



Amy moved to the other side of Angel so that she could watch Sylvia and Kristen. She leaned in to whisper in Angel’s ear.



‘Do you see that?’ she asked, putting her hand to Angel’s chin and gently turning her head to the right.



Angel reluctantly allowed her gaze to fall on Kristen.



Kristen’s head pulled off the table at the same time she lifted her knees and moaned. Angel could see Sylvia’s own nipples pressing into her top and could see the lust in her face.



‘Aren’t they sexy?’ Amy asked.



‘Yes!’ Angel whispered.



She felt Amy’s hand move over her abdomen and it sent shivers up her spine. She unconsciously moved her legs further apart, inviting Amy’s hand to the space between. Amy leaned down and kissed Angel’s ear lightly as her left hand dipped between her thighs.



‘Oh!’ Angel cried, and turned to face Amy, who captured her lips with a brief, soft kiss. ‘Oh god!’ she said quietly against Amy’s mouth.



*



As they walked out to the rental car, Angel impulsively reached out to take Kristen’s hand. Kristen felt like a mother walking with her little girl, but she hugged Angel’s arm to her, feeling it press against her large breast.



‘Thank you so much Mrs. McNally!’ Angel said. ‘I’ve never felt so good.’



Kristen was surprised, but squeezed the girl’s hand in hers. She smiled down at her.



‘After sharing the experience that we did today, don’t you think we should be on a first name basis?’ she asked the girl. They both laughed. They had each been brought to two orgasms by the talented masseuses. Kristen had given them both generous tips for their trouble and planned to come back soon. She felt so naughty sharing this experience with the lovely young college girl.



‘How about some lunch and then some glamorous grocery shopping?’ Kristen suggested.



‘Sounds good!’ Angel said. Truthfully, anything sounded good after the morning she just had.



They held hands all the way to the car, Kristen releasing Angel’s hand reluctantly as they parted at the car.



All afternoon, Kristen watched as Angel opened up, blossomed like one of the pear trees around town. At lunch, they sat across a table from each other at a small table having sandwiches and tea, laughing and talking to each other for over an hour. Unlike the day that they met, Angel was smiling and warm with Kristen. Maybe, Kristen thought to herself, that was because she was being warm and friendly with the girl.



In the car, Kristen sat in the driver’s seat on the right side of the car as Angel directed her to the grocery store. They laughed at Kristen’s trouble figuring out which way to turn, which lane to be in, and how to drive through the parking lot. She was getting better, but felt like she was looking in a mirror while she drove. It made her brain hurt. Having the girl in the car with her reduced her stress. She was able to laugh at herself.



The grocery shopping only took an hour or so and then they were on their way home. Angel helped Kristen carry the groceries into the house that they were renting.



‘Just put them on the table, Angel,’ Kristen said. ‘I’ll get them put away and then get you back home.’



‘I can help you put things away,’ Angel said.



‘Oh, sweetie, you’ve helped me so much today!’ Kristen said kindly. ‘I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your help. And your company,’ she added with a giggle. ‘Want something to drink before we go?’



‘Sure, water would be good,’ Angel said.



Kristen got them both water with ice and sat down.



‘Again, I want to thank you for helping me find my way around today,’ Kristen said.



‘I had fun,’ Angel said. ‘Oh, I mean…’ her face reddened when she realized what she had said. ‘I just mean,’ she said, ‘that … well….’



Kristen laughed shyly. ‘It’s okay,’ she said. ‘I … had fun too.’ She put her hand tentatively on Angel’s. Angel looked at her nervously. ‘Your hands are shaking,’ Kristen said quietly.



Angel looked out the window, lost in thought. Suddenly, she looked back to Kristen.



‘Mr. McNally really won’t mind what happened today?’ she asked.



Kristen smiled.



‘No,’ she said. ‘He won’t.’



‘But he would if it was a man?’ Angel asked.



‘Yes, he would,’ she said. “He would never forgive me.”



Angel stood up and walked to the kitchen window.



‘I feel like…like I did something wrong,’ Angel said.



Kristen stood up and walked over to the girl. She put her hands on the girl’s shoulders. She leaned in and said into her ear, ‘You did nothing wrong.’



Angel’s eyes closed and she leaned back gently into Kristen. She felt the woman’s breasts pushing into her back.



Kristen gripped her shoulders tightly and pulled her back as she leaned forward, turned her head to the side and laid her head on the girl’s shoulder. Angel relaxed and laid her head back on Kristen. Both women sighed happily.



*



Angel couldn’t believe what was going through her mind. The things that she was considering, she had never considered before. This woman, she was lovely and soft, not at all like the hard men that she usually fantasized about. It was very confusing.



On impulse, Angel turned in Kristen’s embrace and wrapped her arms around her neck. Kristen’s arms went around her waist, holding the girl tightly.



‘Mrs. McNally…Kristen…’ she said, ‘I’m confused.’



Kristen caressed the back of the girl’s head, ‘It’s okay, sweetie,’ she said. ‘It’s okay.’



Angel tilted her head to the side, then she quickly leaned in and kissed the older woman. Their lips touched and Angel moaned softly. Kristen’s eyes opened in surprise, shocked by the girl’s actions. They stood that way for perhaps five seconds, before Kristen kissed her back.



They stood in the kitchen and held each other tightly, kissing for the first time. Angel felt butterflies in her stomach, feeling like they were fluttering out through her extremities. Kristen shuddered and a moaned softly into Angel’s mouth.



Soon, the women’s mouths were open, their tongues sliding along each other. Their hands were no longer still, sliding up, down and around the other. Kristen moved her hands from Angel’s hips to the sides of her chest, and around to her breasts, generating a gasp from Angel as she did.



‘Oh!’ Angel moaned. ‘Mrs…Kristen…are you sure?’



‘Come on,’ Kristen said. She led the girl by the hand to the couch. Angel sat down normally, but Kristen climbed onto the couch straddling the girl while on her knees. She held her head in both hands and captured her lips in a kiss. Angel arched her back and moaned again, her hands coming around to hold Kristen’s hips.



She pulled the woman to her and felt a connection, like a magnetic connection between their centers. She moved her hands up, pulling Kristen’s shirt from the waistband of her jeans. As they continued to kiss, she moved her hands further up, marveling at the smoothness of the woman’s skin. She came to the wide band of her bra and was amazed at the size of it.



Kristen sat back and allowed the girl to bring her shirt over her head. She reached back to unhook her bra, but Angel captured her hands in hers.



‘Please,’ she said. ‘Let me?’



The earnestness of the young woman nearly broke her heart. She leaned in and kissed her again, deeply, feeling as if their souls were mingling along with their tongues.



The angle was different from what she was used to, but Angel got the bra unhooked without too much trouble. She slid it around to the front and gasped at the deep grooves that the straps left in Kristen’s shoulders.



‘Oh! Doesn’t that hurt?’ she asked.



‘A little,’ Kristen said, kissing down the girl’s neck. ‘You get used to it.’



‘Aaaahh!’ Angel replied as Kristen moved to her own cleavage.



*



McNally finished training at around three. He showered at the school and got his things together to head home. He had curricula to write this evening, but planned to spend some quality time with his wife during and after dinner. He hoped that spending the day with Angel had helped relax her. Lately, driving anywhere had set her on edge and the stress had been spoiling their sex life.



As he made his way home, he reflected on the various women that he had gotten to know since coming to Australia. Just like home, there were lovely women everywhere. Many people wondered why a fit, good-looking man like him would stay with an average looking, overweight woman like his wife. It was simple, really: he loved her.



Not that there hadn’t been opportunities to be unfaithful. He had been hit on by women before, been tempted to to stray on occasion, but not all that much. Maybe he just gave off the air of being ‘taken’.



He pulled up into the driveway of the house that he and Kristen were renting and was happy to see that her car was in the driveway. That meant that she was back from taking Angel home. They could have several hours together before he had to finish his work.



In the kitchen, he thought that he might see dinner preparations, but there was nothing. Empty grocery bags were on the counter, and produce was soaking in the sink, but nothing else. There was a bottle of red wine chilling in the door of the refrigerator, which was good. McNally took another one from the cabinet and put it behind the one already chilling, just for good measure.



Not wanting to wake his wife if she was napping, McNally went quietly through the living room to the bedroom. He unbuttoned his shirt as he went and was pulling it from his trousers as he stepped into his bedroom.



He didn’t understand what he was seeing at first. He saw his wife in bed, but strangely, she was naked. She never napped naked. She didn’t even sleep naked unless they had sex the night before. But, beyond that, she seemed very…spread out.



Images from crime dramas flashed through his head. dismembered bodies, headless corpses. Dear God…could it be?



Wait a minute. No blood. Good sign. But if that was true….



He walked closer. Wife’s feet. Whoa! Not the wife’s hair! There was another woman in bed with his wife, and she was naked too. She was cuddled up, breast to breast with is wife, and they were sleeping very soundly indeed.



McNally’s cock began to rise. She had done it. The little minx had seduced his wife. Or had it been the other way around? McNally didn’t know, and frankly didn’t care.



Everything had changed, and life would be different from now on.



He unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants, and let them slide to the floor. He could smell female sex in the room, mixed with his own shower gel.



Very gently, McNally straightened the sheet over the two women, his erection standing up proud and tall. His lovely wife shifted just a bit and the teenager nuzzled deeper into her breast. McNally stood looking down at them, imagining what the night would hold. How would his wife react to her infidelity being discovered? Would she allow him to share the teen, or try to keep her for herself. What was the best way to go about insinuating himself into this lovely menage before him?



Very slowly, he got into bed behind his wife. She was close to the center of the bed, so there was just enough room. He slid under the sheet and spooned right up into her back, his dick in the crack of her ass and on down between her legs.



‘Mmm…’ she murmured.



He didn’t say anything but reached his bottom arm, his left, around and under her head. Unconsciously, she lifted it and used his arm for a pillow. McNally was happy that in this position he could also reach Angel with the hand that his wife was using for a pillow, and caress her lovely dark hair. He just laid his right arm in the crook of his wife’s hip and rested there for a while.



In time, he heard Angel begin stirring. He couldn’t see her from this position, but he could hear her rustling in the sheets, the small, moist sound of her kissing his wife. He felt his wife begin to respond and move to embrace the girl more fully. He felt her stiffen as she came awake and realized that he was in bed behind her, his hard cock ‘knocking at the door’ as it were.



‘Oh, Benjamin,’ she said, reaching back to put her hand on his hip.



‘You said that he wouldn’t mind,’ he heard Angel say.



‘Ooohh,’ Kristen said as Benjamin began to move behind her, rhythmically thrusting between her lips, enjoying the wetness that he found there. She shuddered and pulled the girl towards her.



‘It will be okay,’ Angel said. ‘You’ll see! I’ll get a cab home, and you can get ready for him. We had a lovely time, but I know that you need to be here for him. I’ll see you soon, okay?’



‘No,’ Kristen whispered, ‘please stay.’



McNally intensified his caressing of the girl’s hair.



‘Mmmm…’ she moaned, enjoying the feel. Kristen tightened her two armed hug of the girl, pressing the girl’s face into her massive cleavage. ‘Aaah!’ Angel said as McNally plunged her face gently into the valley between Kristen’s breasts.



He used his other hand finally and reached over to Angel’s hip, pulling her even closer to his wife. Her sharp intake of breath told him that she finally realized that something was up. Letting go of her head, he slid his bottom arm closer to him and raised up, looking Angel in the eye.



‘Hello, lovely,’ he said. ‘Were you really going to leave without saying a proper hello, let alone a goodbye?’



‘Oh! I’m sorry Mr. McNally. I didn’t mean to…I mean, we didn’t plan for…well, that is,’ she stumbled for words.



‘No, I’m sure that you didn’t,’ McNally said. ‘But, when I told you the other day that I would never sleep with a woman who hadn’t slept with my wife, I had a feeling it wasn’t the end of the conversation.’



‘You…what?’ Kristen asked.



‘Yes,’ he said, leaning down to kiss his wife. Oh god, she smells like pussy! he thought.



*



Kristen watched his eyes, waiting to see if he noticed. She saw his eyes find hers, saw them narrow in recognition of the smell. He smiled and kissed her again, more deeply this time.



God that’s sexy, she thought.



*



Angel watched them kiss. Saw some communication pass between them, but didn’t know what it was. Should she leave? As she turned to make her way off the bed, both Benjamin and Kristen reached for her and pulled her back without breaking their kiss.



‘Ooohh,’ the girl sighed slowly and quietly. She rolled into Kristen, who was now on her back, her arms around her husband’s neck.



Benjamin broke the kiss with his wife and looked to Angel. He reached out to her, catching the back of her head with his right hand and pulled her toward him. They kissed, softly at first, then Angel felt her need bubble up through her violently and she grabbed the man’s head and pulled him to her. They kissed and sucked and licked, moaning and gasping the whole time.



*



Kristen watched her new lover kiss her husband. She couldn’t believe how hot it made her. She had always felt like sexual arousal was either on or off. The whole day had been like a roller coaster of arousal, peaking and falling at various times, and now it was higher than ever!



She pushed herself up and sat up in bed, sliding out from under her husband and Angel. She watched as her husband came up on his knees, which he planted wide, and pull Angel to him, one hand buried in her long black hair, the other massaging her breasts, pulling the nipples one at a time. They knelt over her and kissed hungrily.



The girl was shaking and crying out, holding onto his arm while he enjoyed her body and mouth. She saw Benjamin pull the girl to his shoulder and turn to look at his wife. She smiled at him as the girl reached for his cock, tentatively.



Her husband’s eyes close as Angel began exploring with her hand. His mouth fell open involuntarily and strange sounds escaped his mouth. He released her hair and reached down to grasp her ass with one hand, pulling her into him as he opened his eyes and gazed into Kristen’s eyes again.



*



‘Are there rules?’ McNally asked roughly.



‘I don’t know,’ she said honestly. ‘I didn’t think about it.’



‘Didn’t expect me home so early, you mean,’ he said with a grin.



He stepped over his wife and laid the girl’s head down in her lap. He stepped off the opposite edge of the bed, spread the girl’s legs and leaned in. McNally kissed her tanned thighs, made his way up between them. He wasn’t taking his time, he was too turned on by the thought of this girl and his wife spending the whole day together.



His lips locked onto her pussy and she moaned, looking up into Kristen’s eyes. McNally lifted her knees and licked through the center of the girl. His tongue touched her small entrance, ran upwards through the folds and around her clit. She cried out as Kristen leaned down to kiss her and caress her face.



While McNally was busy with the girl, he realized that he didn’t want to leave his wife out of the fun. He looked up, hoping to catch her eye with his face buried between the young girl’s legs. She was too busy kissing the girl to notice what he was doing. He reached up, and took his wife’s hand, twined his fingers with hers and rested them both on Angel’s breast.



*



Together, they massaged her small breast, and each other’s hands. Kristen pulled away from Angel and looked down at her husband. She could only see his face from the nose up. It was so erotic that it took her breath away. She felt her pussy flow at the sight of her husband enjoying this young woman.



She closed her eyes and moaned as lust washed through her.



‘Oh god! Ben I need you to … fuck me!’ she said, hesitating to use the word.



‘My pleasure,’ he mumbled, his deep voice vibrating Angel’s pussy, making her moan.



‘Get up, sweetie,’ she said to Angel, kissing her softly.



Kristen helped Angel sit up and watched as her husband kissed the girl on the mouth for the first time. A flash of jealousy went through her. The girl’s right hand went up to her husband’s shoulder length hair and tangled in it as she moaned into his mouth.



Ben opened his eyes and looked from the girl in his arms to his wife, who had frozen in the act of scooting down the bed to watch him kissing the young woman. He pulled away and Angel clung to him and shuddered.



Kristen continued scooting down lower into the bed and Ben gently released the girl, turning her so that she could watch his wife change positions.



*



McNally moved between his wife’s legs and helped move her down a bit lower. He knelt there, his cock throbbing between his wife’s legs, barely touching the slit between her outer lips. He knelt, watching his wife’s face, the emotions plain to him. Arousal, lust, jealousy, pain, excitement, fear. Her face was an open book to him.



He looked to Angel, sitting next to them. She was looking at the head of his cock, her mouth slightly open, tongue just touching her upper lip. He flexed his penis and saw Angel’s eyes widen and heard his wife’s whimper as it thrust gently through the outer lips.



McNally reached down with his left hand to massage his wife’s right breast, making sure to keep his cock just at the threshold of her pussy. He put his right hand on the side of Angel’s chest, guiding her to sit astride his wife’s face. He watched Kristen’s eyes as Angel’s right leg lifted and settled over her head, eventually blocking his sight of her.



He shifted his gaze to Angel. Watching as she settled over his wife’s face, her eyes closed and mouth open, almost singing as she descended and socketed her pussy over Kristen’s mouth. McNally timed his first full thrust to coincide with Angel descending into position. He felt shivers run up his spine at the feeling of being enveloped in his wife’s silken chamber, and also at her shrill cry at his entry, immediately muffled by the beautiful young woman’s pussy.



Once fully ensconced in Kristen’s pussy, he stayed there for a moment, not moving. Angel was less than two feet away from him, so close that he could feel the body heat radiating from her. He leaned in, watching as she ground her pussy against his wife’s face, and blew on her nipples.



They were hard already, but at the sensation of his breath moving over them, they almost leaped up to him. Angel arched her back and McNally heard the muffled cry from his wife as she caught the unexpected weight of the girl’s shift in position.



Keeping his left hand firmly on his wife’s hip, he reached out with his right and pulled Angel to him, kissing her and relieving the pressure on his wife’s face at the same time.



*



It was so much! The exquisite feel of Kristen’s mouth on her pussy, the lips of the man she had been lusting for, taking her own with such passion, wrapping her fingers in his long hair. Angel came, feeling her fluid gush into the woman’s mouth below her, crying out into the man’s mouth, her teeth against his lips.



She shuddered, cried out, arched her back and continued grinding into the working mouth and tongue below her. She slid down his body, wrapping her arms around his hips, his pubic hair tickling her nose.



Angel inhaled the scent of their coupling as Ben began pumping into his wife again. When he pulled back, Angel kissed the base of his shaft, her chin stimulating Kristin’s clit. She lifted her head to look into Ben’s eyes and he slammed his shaft back into his wife. Over and over, withdraw, kiss, gaze, slam, withdraw, kiss, gaze, slam.



*



McNally had never felt a woman’s mouth on his dick while he was having sex with another woman. It made him dizzy and crazed with lust. Somehow he hadn’t come yet, and he didn’t know why. There was just so much sensation, so much to try, maybe his body was waiting for him to try something else.



He had both felt and heard his wife come twice. Usually he had to work hard for her orgasms, but not today. He liked having a partner to help with that particular chore. Slowly, he pulled out of his wife while Angel slid her lips along the length of his wet and dripping cock.



‘Roll over,’ McNally said to Angel. She looked up and licked the head of his penis, smiled and rolled off his wife. Kristen laid there, eyes closed, one hand on each of her lovers, breathing heavily.



‘You okay, wife?’ McNally asked.



‘Ohhh, yes,’ she said, eyes still closed. ‘You didn’t come though.’



‘Not yet,’ he said, lying down beside her. He leaned over and kissed the woman, enjoying the taste of the lovely teenager on her face.



‘Are you going to have sex with her?’ Kristen asked.



‘I would love to,’ he said. Angel had laid down on Kristen’s other side and was nuzzling her ear.



Kristen sighed, reached up and wrapped her fingers in McNally’s hair. ‘I don’t want you to,’ she said. ‘But I don’t have the right to ask you not to, since I already have.’



‘Aaahh!’ McNally said against her other ear as Angel reached over and began stroking his cock. ‘MMmmm,’ he said. ‘I think she wants…ooohhh…it too.’



‘Who wouldn’t?’ Kristen asked, turning and kissing, first Angel and then McNally. ‘Do you love me?’ she whispered.



‘You know I do,’ he said. ‘I will always love you, and I want to share her with you. Or you with her. Whatever. I definitely want you to share her with me.’



‘Ben,’ she said, tears in her voice, ‘will it change anything between us?’ She closed her eyes and shuddered as Angel started gently biting her ear.



McNally kissed her mouth gently and nibbled down her chin and neck. ‘No,’ he said, choosing to answer simply, rather than truthfully. ‘We’re still the same.’



‘Okay,’ she whispered as one of his hands found her breast and he kept biting, gently, at her neck.



Resisting the urge to fist pump and launch himself at the girl, McNally kissed his wife deeply, held her face and rested his forehead against hers. ‘You’re the sexiest woman I know,’ he said truthfully.



She opened her eyes and looked at him from extreme close range. ‘Really?’ she asked.



‘Definitely,’ he said. ‘Shall we?’ he asked as he slid his gaze from his wife to their bed-guest, and back.



‘Oh god!’ she said, shuddering again as Angel kissed into her hair and massaged her hip. ‘Yes!’ she said.



McNally reached over to Angel and put his hand on her hip. He pulled her toward him and she climbed on top of his wife, kissing her. McNally leaned in and kissed Angel then turned his head and kissed his wife. He spent several moments going back and forth between them as Angel ground her pussy against his wife’s.



Eventually, he slid back, kissing over the girl’s shoulder and onto her back. He put a hand on each of her legs and moved her knees up the bed on the outside of his wife’s hips. McNally pushed her upper body down until her breasts were flat against his wife’s chest, he lined up behind Angel, and rested his dick against her pussy lips.



He shuddered and she cried out in excitement and anticipation.



McNally didn’t penetrate the girl yet. He wanted his wife involved, or better still, invested in the act. He reached between their bodies and held the girl’s breasts, lightly pinching her nipples, causing her to moan and cry out even louder. He could see her trying to find his wife’s mouth and heard her begin kissing the woman.



He kept his left hand on Angel’s breast and used his right to find his wife’s breast. He began massaging it and flicking the nipple with his thumb. Taxing his dexterity and juggling his attention, he moved his dick down to his wife’s pussy. He wasn’t sure if he could enter her from this angle, certainly not deeply, but maybe it would be enough.



Angel voiced her disapproval at his departure from her pussy, so he leaned down and kissed her back as his penis probed into his wife. Kristen, still close to orgasm, began shuddering and crying out, kissing the girl.



Looking up, McNally saw her twine her fingers in Angel’s long, dark hair. Her sounds of pleasure, drawn out and sensuous now, almost put him over the edge. Angel kissed the woman hungrily, her need becoming more intense.



Reluctantly releasing his wife’s breast, McNally reached under Angel’s arm and disentangled his wife’s hand from the girl’s hair. She wrapped her fingers in his and moaned again as he moved her hand out and down the bed, finally maneuvering it between her body and Angel’s.



Disengaging his fingers, he gently guided her hand to her pussy and his penis lodged there.



*



‘Oh god!’ she cried out. Kristen wrapped her fingers around her husband’s cock, pulling it so that the top of it rubbed her clit as he gently rocked back and forth.



‘Oh! That’s it!’ Angel cried out as Kristen’s hand brushed her pussy, still suspended above hers.



‘You want this, don’t you?’ Kristen asked the girl. Angel opened her eyes and gazed into her face.



‘Yes!’ she said, her voice catching. ‘Oh, please, yes!’



Kristen kissed her tenderly and pulled her husbands cock away from her pussy. She held the top of it tightly against the girl’s lips as her husband, understanding her intent, pulled up and positioned himself for entry. Kristen felt the tip of her husband poised to enter this lovely young woman.



*



Angel moaned and kissed the woman below her. She was almost past being gentle, but she took the woman’s bottom lip in her teeth, sucking on it as she felt the man moving into position behind her. His hands moved to her hips as he readied himself.



‘Tell me wife,’ Benjamin said. ‘Tell me what you want me to do to her.’



‘Oh, husband,’ Kristen said. ‘Just do it.’



‘Tell me,’ he said.



‘Oh god,’ she said quietly. ‘Fuck her,’ she finally said. With that, the dam broke. ‘Fuck her,’ she said louder, ‘Fuck her Ben. Fuck this girl that’s been having sex with me all day!’ She moved his cock up, pulled him inside of the girl, and moved her hand out of the way.



*



Angel felt the man pull on her hips and begin the long plunge forward. Her face came away from the woman below her as she arched her back and cried out. The sound surprised her, raw and deep. Below her, Kristen lifted her head and kissed her collar-bone and up her neck.



She felt Benjamin pull back and begin moving forward again, this time going as deeply as he could. His hips slapped against hers and he pulled her tightly to him. She flexed her muscles and tried to hold onto him. His cry of pleasure brought a feral smile to her face.



Benjamin pulled back and slammed into her hard, no trace of tenderness left in his actions. He started pulling and slamming hard and fast dragging screams of pleasure from Angel. She arched her back up and down, thrashing her lover’s wife with her long hair.



Shuddering and crying out, Angel came, hard. She felt her muscles clamp around Benjamin and felt him holding her hips, pulling her to him hard as he cried out.



*



His orgasm hit him hard. McNally’s fingers dug into her hips and held her as he arched his back and growled through his climax. He felt his dick hit bottom and he spurted deep within her. The walls of her pussy clamped onto him so tightly that he felt like he would never come out of her.



Many long moments later, feeling spent, McNally slipped from the girl and laid down beside his wife. She watched him, tears in her eyes as he leaned in and kissed her. He held her face and kissed her hard.



‘Thank you,’ he said against her mouth.



‘Thank you,’ Angel said, leaning down and kissing them both.



She brushed a hand through McNally’s hair and the other through Kristen’s. Kristen looked up at her, reached for her face and pulled her down for another kiss.



‘Thank you, sweetie,’ she said. McNally watched as tears rolled down her face, her smile sweet.



Angel laid down on the other side of Kristen. She laid her head on the woman’s breast while Kristen stroked her long hair.



Kristen sighed, contentment evident in her face and actions.



‘Are you okay?’ McNally whispered in her ear.



‘Wonderful,’ she said. ‘You really were wonderful.’



Angel wrapped her arms around Kristen. ‘Mmmm hmmm…’ she said.



Kristen smiled broadly and kissed her husband. ‘What about you?’



‘Are you kidding?’ he asked. ‘You fulfill a fantasy of mine out of the blue? I’m wonderful!’



‘Well, to be honest,’ she said, ‘I lost track of time. This was all a sort of … accident.’



McNally laid there and looked into his wife’s eyes. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her. It didn’t matter. They were both good.



He traced a finger over her lips. Looking back to her eyes, he saw that she was getting misty eyed again. Was she going to regret today? Would there ever be a repeat of today’s events?



‘Sweetheart,’ he said. ‘I love you. This didn’t change that.’



Angel looked up from Kristen’s breast. She watched them converse quietly.



‘This is just for fun,’ he said, looking to Angel. ‘Right, young lady?’ His eyes pleaded with her to give the right answer. The answer his wife needed.



‘Of course,’ she said. ‘Great fun!’ She looked to Kristen and leaned in for a quick kiss.



Kristen smiled at the girl and looked back to McNally. ‘Fun?’ she asked.



‘Oh yes,’ he said. He kissed her again. ‘Fun that doesn’t have to stop here.’



‘What?’ she said sharply, pulling back.



‘Well,’ he said, ‘It’s just that we’ll be here for a few more months, and you really do need someone to help you around.’



‘Yeah?’ she said, looking down at Angel.



‘Why not have fun with it?’ he said. ‘Angel could stay with us for a while, or just help you out a few days a week.’



‘I would love that,’ Angel said. ‘But I still have classes.’



‘Sure,’ McNally said. ‘And you have friends and a social life. But you could spend whatever time you wanted to with us.’



McNally watched a shiver run up her spine.



‘I…would like that.’ she said. ‘A lot.’



He glanced to his wife who was looking hard at Angel.



‘What about when we leave?’ she asked.



‘I will cry tears of sadness,’ Angel said. ‘And I will go on with my life.’



‘Oh,’ Kristen said, reaching out to her. ‘That’s so sweet!’



The two women held each other and talked softly. McNally recognized that he wasn’t needed and left the bedroom to get cleaned up. He turned at the bedroom door and watched the two naked, emotional women holding each other, stroking each other’s hair, and murmuring quietly to each other. He felt his cock begin to fill again, but knew that now wasn’t the time.



But the time would come, he knew that now. Their fun would last, maybe for the three months they had left in this apartment. After that, who knew? They would leave Australia for the United Kingdom, with time in London and Edinburgh. Would his wife still need help then?



The possibilities made his head swim and he was looking forward to the rest of the trip in ways that he hadn’t before. His relationship with his wife was definitely on a new level. One that he would explore as fully as possible.