A Sexual Revenge

by Madison Langston

  “No, he’s never asked that specifically. He keeps talking about how hot those scenes are, though. When we watch those videos, he makes love to me two or three times afterward, with very little time in between; it’s the most aroused I’ve ever seen him.”

  “How do you feel about that?”

  “Oh it’s exciting. Probably the best sex we ever had. To tell the truth, if he only does it one time, I’m usually left unsatisfied.”

  “Well, that’s not good. But, I meant, how do you feel about two women making love?”

  “I hope you won’t think I’m weird, but honestly, it kind of turned me on.”

  Ginny took my hand again. “Honey, I’d never think you’re weird. Two women making love turns me on, too.” She looked at me for a moment. “Have you ever wondered what it would be like, having sex with another woman?”

  “When we watch the videos, I think about it of course. How could you not? But thinking about it and doing it are two very different things.”

  “Have you ever had romantic feelings for another woman?”

  “When I was in college I had a roommate who liked girls. She was very beautiful, and when I thought about her that way I’d get kind of turned on. You’re beautiful and sexy, too, and sometimes when you touch my hand or my arm, I get a kind of warm feeling inside. Is that what you mean?”

  “Maybe.” With that, Ginny brought my hand up to her lips and inhaled. Then she looked me in the eyes and gently kissed the pulse point on my wrist.

  When her soft lips touched my skin, I felt it all the way down between my legs, like when I’m trying to arouse myself and I caress my nipples. Ginny was looking straight into my eyes. I felt myself blush.

  “Have you ever kissed a woman?”

  Breathlessly I replied, “You mean romantically? No, never.”

  “Joni, Honey, there’s something about me that you should know. I hope it doesn’t hurt our friendship, but I think you should know that I’m bisexual; from time to time I’ve found both men and women sexually attractive.”

  “Really! I never imagined. You’re so feminine.” I was shocked. I didn’t know what else to say.

  She laughed, “Honey, I think it’s more how we’re wired, than how we look.”

  Ginny said nothing for a moment. She just moved a little closer.

  I inhaled deeply and smelled Ginny’s perfume, shivering to her subtle scent. When I realized what I was doing, a blush hit me again. What’s happening to me? I thought. Ginny’s my best friend. I can’t be feeling this way about her. Can I? But I knew I wanted her to touch me. All those casual touches, that I thought were just innocent touches–I had wanted her touch, desired her touch. I didn’t know what to say or do. Heart pounding in my ears, I sat stunned.

  “Sweetheart, you’re so beautiful, so desirable.” Ginny released my hand and took my face between her hands and kissed me on the mouth. Her lips were soft, warm, gentle, and they opened just a bit, leaving a hint of moisture. She held the kiss for a moment, then pulled back. “How was that?”

  I just looked at her. It was exciting, but I couldn’t say it. I felt I should get up and run. I didn’t want to run, though. I wanted her to do it again. Stunned, I sat silent.

  “Shall I do it again?” she whispered.

  I felt myself nod, and then I was in Ginny’s embrace, my arms automatically wrapping around her. When she kissed me this time, I felt her lips open. When her tongue tip sought entrance, I opened, and as Ginny’s tongue explored my mouth and lips, I melted inside. I knew I could no more stop this, now, than I could fly to the moon. All I wanted was for Ginny to have her way with me.

  After a long moment, Ginny pulled back from me and said. “Do you want me to stop?” She was close, and her breath smelled lemony from the tea we were drinking.

  I felt I should stop. But the kiss, the feel of her arms around me wouldn’t let me. I realized I really wanted this. “No, Ginny. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I want you to do whatever you want with me.”

  Ginny smiled, then after a quick kiss, she stood, took my hand and said, “Come with me.”

  In her bedroom, she took a moment to fold the covers down. She had me sit on the edge of her bed and, standing just in front of me, began undressing. She kicked off her shoes then loosened the top button and pulled her blouse over her head. When she dropped her lacy bra and her already erect nipples came under my view, my heart raced. I’d always considered Ginny beautiful but as she peeled clothes from her body, I thrilled anew at the smoothness of her skin, the soft curves of her breasts, her waist, her thighs. When Ginny hooked her fingers in the waist band of the last garment and drew it past her thighs, the sight of her shaved pussy made me glad I had trimmed mine just that morning.

  Stepping out of her panties Ginny knelt at my feet and removed my shoes. As she uncovered each foot she brought it to her nose and sniffed while looking directly into my eyes. She took my hand and had me stand, but the eroticism of using my feet as she had made me weak kneed and I almost collapsed. Ginny took me in her arms and held me close for a moment, steading me, then began removing my clothes.

  Mesmerized by her scent and the closeness of her naked body, I soon found myself standing in front of my best friend wearing only panty hose and panties.

  Ginny knelt, her face mere inches from my pussy. She looked straight forward and inhaled deeply, collecting my scent, then taking the waist band of my remaining garments, drew them to my knees. Stopping for a moment, she stared lustily at my weeping pussy. Using her fingers, she collected a dollop of my leakage from my inner thigh, smeared it on her lips and licked it off with a pink tongue. The sight made something inside me clench, and my legs grew weak again. I sat back on the bed and allowed my new lover to pull the last garments from my body, then moved up, making room for her beside me.

  Lying on her side and propped on one elbow Ginny said, “Joni, you don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of having you here in my bed like this. You’re so desirable.” She stroked her fingers from my lips down between my breasts, across my abdomen and cupped my mound with her hand and squeezed. My pussy felt full and swollen. Looking into my eyes she said, “Now I’m going kiss your beautiful body and smell you and taste you.”

  The intimacy those words conveyed brought a warm flush to my body. I wondered, What’s going on with me? I’ve never had these feelings before. I have a husband, yet here I am with another woman and thrilling to her every word and touch. I knew I should grab my clothes and run, but something inside me ached for her touch. There was an emptiness inside, that only she could fill.

  As she promised, Ginny leaned down and kissed my lips, my nose, my eyes, my cheeks. And with her eyes, lips, tongue, and nose, she explored every inch of my body from my forehead to my toes. I watched, hardly breathing. Each time she paused in her exploration, to sniff or taste me, she made a point of looking into my eyes, searching for the look of lust she was building inside me, and each look she gave made the sheet under my pussy a little wetter.

  At last Ginny lay alongside me, and I turned to face her. I put my arms around her and kissed her. We lay that way for a moment, touching, kissing. I was more aroused than I’d ever been, yet there was no hurry, no rush. How wonderful it was to experience leisure in sex!

  Ginny urged me onto my back and kissed her way down over my shoulder and neck I realized where her lips were headed and I expected–no I desired–that she take my rigid nipples in her mouth and suckle them. Ginny did not disappoint, she devoted moments to nipping and teasing the pointed flesh. When her hand finally moved between my legs, she said “Oooh, Honey, you’re drenched. Spread your legs for me.”

  I complied, and Ginny lay between them. She placed her hands beneath my butt and lifted my swollen pussy flesh to within an inch of her nose. She inhaled my scent and shuddered. I think it might have been a small orgasm, and the thought that my scent had caused Ginny to reach that level of excitement, pushed my lust up a notch. I was impatient to feel her tongue on my clit.


  Ginny sensed my impatience, I think. She looked into my eyes, and placed her mouth over my whole pussy. As soon as her tongue touched my clit, I tensed and felt a shudder inside my belly. A startled widening of her eyes made me realize I had gushed into Ginny’s mouth. I heard her swallow noisily, and she suckled for more. Her tongue, lips and teeth nipped at my clit. The sight and feel of my lover literally devouring me, brought me to a level of ecstasy that I’d never before reached. The tremors began in my clit and radiated into my belly and thighs. Every muscle in my body began trembling. The trembles became spasms, causing my whole body to move uncontrollably.

  I was still twitching, when Ginny came up over me and kissed me. The kiss was different somehow; then I realized I was tasting and smelling my own sexual essence.

  When I was back to normal, Ginny asked, “How’d I do?”

  “God, Ginny! I’ve never known sex as consuming as that. It was the most exciting thing I’ve ever felt.”

  Ginny rolled off me and we lay side by side and face to face. “I’ve wanted to do that since you moved here; I love making love to you.”

  One look at Ginny told me that she, too needed sexual release, and I felt I should reciprocate. I really wanted to, but I wasn’t sure I could do it; something was holding me back. “Ginny, I don’t know if I can do for you what you did for me.”

  “Oh, Honey. I don’t expect you to do that. I know it’s all new to you. I love just being here with you and holding you.” We kissed and held each other for another moment, then Ginny said, “Joni, there is something you could do for me. If you don’t want to, just say so.” I didn’t respond; I just waited for her to finish. “I’d like to touch myself, and it would be exciting for me if you watched me masturbate.”

  Just the thought of watching Ginny do that, made my vagina lurch and my nipples tighten. “Wow, Ginny, when you said that I almost had another orgasm. That sounds so erotic.” I pulled her face closer to mine, and kissed her. Her words had turned me on; my tongue went into her mouth and explored her teeth, her lips. When I released her mouth, I said, “I’d love to watch you make yourself come.”

  Ginny turned onto her back and began caressing her breasts, twisting her nipples so hard it looked painful, making them stiff and erect. One hand stayed on her chest, stroking and teasing. She spread her thighs and the other hand found her smooth pussy, cupping it, massaging firmly, making her flowing juices squish in her folds. Her open mouth sucked short gasps of air. She moved both hands between her legs. The fingers of one hand spread her neither lips while the other attacked her clit. The smell of her sex grew stronger.

  Some intuition made me think she would like me to urge her on. I leaned close to her face and said, “Oh, Ginny, you’re so sexy and beautiful when you masturbate. I smell the wonderful scent of your sex. Can you smell yourself? Your scent is so rich and earthy. Doesn’t it make you want to come right now?” I knew she was almost there and decided to add one more thing. I put my fingers between my legs and wet them, then brought my hand to Ginny’s nose. “Want to smell me too?” Looking into my eyes, she inhaled my scent and licked my fingers clean. The agony on her face, made my loins throb and ache. I took possession of her nipples, sucking, licking. She was moaning loudly, working herself to the top of the incline, searching for the figurative cliff over which she would fall. Replacing my lips with my fingers, I abraded her nipples between thumb and forefinger. With my face only inches from hers, I locked eyes with her and urged, “Come Ginny. Come for me. Come hard. Let me see you come.” And she did. Her eyes rolled back, her body tensed and strained. As the first orgasm rolled over her, a groan rattled from her throat. She continued working her pussy. When I saw the next one coming, I used my fingernails to scratch at her nipples, and that pushed her over the top again. Her hands slowed and she lay exhausted but beautiful and relaxed. I kissed her and said, “That was beautiful, Ginny.”

  We lay in her bed for a few minutes. Neither of us spoke. I thought about my situation at home and guilt came in on me. What was I going to tell Steven? I’d just had sex with another woman and loved every minute of it. Even the best sex with Steven paled in comparison to this. Sex with Ginny was wonderful; how could I go back to sex with Steven?

  As though reading my mind, Ginny propped herself on her elbow, looked at me and asked, “I’m sorry, Joni. Did I do a bad thing seducing you?”

  “Ginny, I needed you to seduce me. I had no idea I was sexually attracted to you. All my life, I’ve thought I could only be attracted to a man, but now I know the closeness I’ve been feeling with you had a sexual element. And I don’t regret what we did; I loved it. The problem is, I think I want to keep doing it with you. And I don’t know what, if anything, I’m going to tell Steven.”

  “I don’t want to steal you away from Steven, but if I have anything to say about it this won’t be our last time.” She paused a moment then added, “If you and Steven decide you want a threesome, I’d love to be the third.”

  Do I really want to suggest to Steven that we bring Ginny into our relationship? I felt sure he would jump at the idea; he’d commented several times how hot Ginny was. Would it help the marriage or would it finish it off? More to the point, do I really want to save the marriage? “Thanks Ginny. The truth is, I don’t know if I want to share you with Steven; is that bad? No! Don’t answer that; let me think on it.” I kissed her. “I’d better go now, Steven was going to try to come home early today.”

  Steven’s car was in the driveway, and as soon as I walked in the door, he was there with my favorite drink: a margarita. He wore a robe and his hair was still damp. Apparently he had come home, showered and made a container of margaritas. Obviously, he was trying to make up for this weekend. I appreciated his effort, but I was still angry and automatically compared ours to my relationship with Ginny. That bothered me. Was our marriage doomed?

  He kissed me and said, “Mmmm! You smell sexy.”

  I smiled, knowing that much of what he smelled was Ginny. I said nothing, but as he embraced me, I felt his semi-erection pushing against me. I knew he had sex in mind, but, after what I’d just experienced with Ginny, I didn’t want Steven’s kind of sex.

  That realization gave me a pang of guilt; after all, Steven was my husband. Didn’t I have an obligation?

  We sat in the living room and finished our drinks while Steven made a concerted effort to apologize for working all weekend. At least he was making an effort, even though some of his effort came across as a tad insincere.

  “Did you do anything special today?”

  I almost choked on my drink. Oh yes, dear, I went over to our neighbors house and let her make love to me. And afterward I watched her masturbate herself to two magnificent orgasms. What I really said was, “Oh, Ginny and I went shopping and did lunch at Valley River Center.”

  “How is Ginny? As gorgeous as ever I suppose.”

  “If anything, she’s even more gorgeous.”

  “I like Ginny; she should come around more often.”

  “I’m glad you approve of my friend.” This phony shit was getting to me.

  He smiled, and for a moment said nothing. I thought maybe a sincere apology was coming, when he said, “Joanne, I’m sorry I had to work this weekend, and sorry we didn’t get to go to the concert. I know how much you were looking forward to it.”

  Okay, that was better. It sounded more like he meant it, “Thanks, Steven. It was disappointing, but I’ll get over it.”

  “I knew you’d come around; you always do. You’re a trooper, and I love you for it.”

  Jesus, he just couldn’t leave well enough alone. I couldn’t keep the anger out of my voice. “I’m a trooper, huh? Is that the reason you love me, because I always come around to your way of seeing things?”

  He realized what he’d said, and I could see his mind back-pedaling. He pretended I’d misread his intent. “Don’t be ridiculous, Joanne, I love you for lots of other reasons. One is you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.
” He put his arms around me and kissed me. “Right now, I love you because you smell so great. Your smell is making me so horny I can’t stand it.”

  “I know. It’s very obvious.” I pointed to where his robe had opened and the purple head was sticking through. He blushed. His reaction was so cute, I almost forgave his calling me a trouper. I decided then, that my best option was to satisfy him, and forget about myself. Later when I showered, I’d do my thing and get myself off, if I needed it.

  One of the things that I’ve always enjoyed about sex with Steven is how I can arouse him. I can usually bring him almost to the point of ejaculation, without ever touching him. Then when I do touch him, he goes off with very little coaxing. It’s fun to have this power over a man, but it also has its drawbacks. When I do this, I become almost as aroused as he, and, inevitably, I have to do of myself, afterward.

  I opened his robe, and he shuffled it off his shoulders and lay back on the couch, leaving the robe underneath. I stood in front of him and began undressing, slowly. He was already erect and I wanted to keep him at that level of excitement as long as I could. I wanted him to feel the pain of arousal, before I let him come. At Ginny’s I had dressed completely, so it took a while to get everything off. Steven stroked his cock slowly. I stopped undressing and said, “No, Steven, if you touch yourself, I’ll stop.” He groaned but complied.

  When down to my panties, I stroked the crotch into my pussy, picking up as much of my scent as I could. Then I removed them, brought them to my nose to make sure they were saturated with my scent–they reeked with the ripe scent of pussy. I tossed them to Steven and said, “Here, amuse yourself, but don’t touch you cock.” His cock twitched with each breath he inhaled through my panties. Pre-cum overflowed and ran down his shaft into his blond pubic hair.

  I watched as this sexy man, twice my weight, writhed in front of me, sniffing my panties, drawing my heady scent into his nostrils. In his eyes, I could see his hunger grow, and my hunger grew proportionately. I touched my breasts, abusing the already hard points, creating a swelling between my legs. I realized then, I was still turned on from watching Ginny masturbate. I decided to bring myself off before tending to Steven. I moved my right hand to my pussy, picking up the already flowing fluid and began tweaking my clit. My left hand alternated between my two needy nipples.