Two Navy wives
By: Date: 2023.02.02. Categories: Just Wife Stories Tags: , , , , ,

I am a bisexual woman, in my early thirties, with a
predilection for straight women. To me, the most
exciting sex is with an attractive woman who thinks
lesbian love is wrong, but whose sexual desires drive
her to it.

Three months ago a naval officer and his wife moved next
door. He promptly left on what I came to find out was a
five-month assignment at sea. His wife also works, but
was obviously lonely. I brought her into my circle of
friends to help her feel at home in her new
neighborhood.

Her name is Claire, and she’s about five foot seven,
with long, shapely legs and a round, sexy ass. Dark,
lustrous brown hair reaches down to her shoulders, which
are very broad. I think her breasts are perfect; they
are only an A-cup, but are shaped like classic champagne
glasses and have large, pronounced nipples.

Being fitness oriented, I soon had her going to aerobics
class with me and working out. This came to be my tool
for introducing Claire to the pleasures of female love.

Claire was quite vain about her shape and loved to work
out on the weight machine in my basement, then admire
herself in the mirror. One night, after having quite a
few drinks, we were sitting around and Claire told me
how glad she was that I had started her at weight
lifting. She was pleased that her ass had become much
more firm and her cleavage more pronounced.

I asked her to show me, and high as a kite, she stood up
and stripped. Wearing just her bra and high-cut panties,
she followed me into my bedroom to view herself in the
full-length mirror. Standing before the mirror, lost in
her own world of vanity and booze, she could not have
looked more appealing. Her long legs seemed even longer
in the designer panties that were cut up to her waist,
revealing those round, firm cheeks, which I wanted so
badly to feel.

The dark thickness of her pubic hair curled out from
both sides of the narrow crotch of her panties. “I
showed you mine, now you show me yours,” she joked,
never taking her eyes off herself in the mirror.
Stripping quickly, I stood beside her in the mirror.

We looked like twins, except for my blond hair and the
size of my breasts.
“I really wish my boobs were like yours,” she said as
she stared at my broad, full C-cup tits.

“What is it you like about them?” I asked, unsnapping
the front clasp, allowing the wide pink nipples to feel
the cool rush of air.

Her fuzzy mind searched for a response as I slowly began
to knead my lightly veined white skin, a shallow
pretense at rubbing out the bra marks. Amazed at the
turn of events and at her not being offended, I took her
long beautiful hands and placed them on my jutting tits.

“Is it the fact that they are so much bigger than
yours?” I asked, cupping her warm hands under my
breasts. Slowly, so as not to break the trance, I
whispered, “Is it the heat you feel through your
fingers, or the way my nipples respond to your touch?”

I placed her supple fingers on my sensitive nipples and
began a pinching motion with her fingers, which she
involuntarily continued. At this point, I pushed her
gently back until she was seated, and as I spoke, I
pulled her full, pouting lips to my left breast. “You
always wanted me,” I breathed in her ear.

Reaching down I began to roll her hard nipples between
my strong fingers.

The effect was electric. She moaned loudly and her upper
body jerked forward at the first pinch. “You have
sensitive nipples, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

Then pinching her own nipples between her long fingers,
without interrupting my work on her clit. I slid the
index finger of my left hand into the pink wetness of
her vagina, causing her to moan loudly. Slowly, I rimmed
the opening, pulling at the tight muscles that guarded
her entrance. A second finger followed. My strong digits
pushed into her warm flesh and penetrated up to the
third knuckle.

I felt her muscles relax slightly. The tightness of her
opening, no doubt from lack of use, surprised me, but
excited me, as well. My fingers slid in and out
rhythmically, pulling at her inner lips. The added
pleasure of my penetration was beginning to bring Claire
to orgasm, and I slowed the attention I was giving to
her clit in order to prolong her vulnerability. Her
building physical excitement provided copious amounts of
pussy juice, and I soon had my third finger jammed into
her hot box. I was soaking wet myself, and I ground my
vulva against her lower leg.

I slid my fourth finger along side the others, and
wedged it into the sticky folds of her cunt. The group
of fingers wedged just above the second knuckle.
No longer able to restrain myself, I spread and pushed
my fingers alternately, until the stretched muscles of
her cunt surrounded the breadth of my third knuckle.

“Oh… please… more!” moaned Claire.

Slowly, I clenched and unclenched my hand, rotating it
back and forth slightly. I felt the last resistance of
her heated loins begin to yield. Tucking my thumb into
my palm, I continued to stretch her wide. I began to
suck her now enlarged clit into my mouth. The pungent
aroma of her secretions was more than I could bear.
Losing control, I humped her leg, bathing it in my
juices and sending me reeling toward orgasm. Pushing
with all my force, I inched forward and watched as her
pink flesh sucked my hand. Her wetness was overpowering.
My fingers felt as if they were in a container of oil.

I whispered, “I am inside you, and I am fucking you.”

“Harder,” she gasped. “I’m going to come.”

I raised my head to watch her lovely face express total
abandonment to my control, and I started a light, rapid
stroking of her clit, which I knew would lead to orgasm.

After a long, low scream of pleasure, she began to
climax. Her vagina opened completely, and then a series
of pulsing contractions began, which faded with her
moans. The oral and facial expressions she made as she
orgasmed excited me to the point where I came with her.

My fantasy was realized at last. Our relationship has
been special since that day, and I must admit that I
endorse the Navy’s policy of long tours of duty at sea.

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