1. Inappropriate Behavior Part 3


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    nothing I had ever discussed with the neighbor fit into that scene. I couldn't go ask. How would I even phrase such a question? I was still feeling unsettled when my daughter came home from classes. We spoke for two minutes before she left to go study with friends. I was still out of sorts when my husband came home from work. He was understanding about the lost job, and he encouraged me to not worry. I about jumped out of my skin when there was a tapping at the back door, and my neighbor invited herself in. I was mortified. I was speechless. She smiled and ignored my discomfort, and then she apologized to me for being indiscreet. My husband asked what that was about, and she just smiled and said that it was a thing between us women, and he let it go. With a hug and a smile, she was gone. Then my husband remembered it was poker night. He offered to stay home, but I told him to go have fun, and away he went. I tried to busy myself with a quick meal and some household chores. I still felt very out of balance, and I hoped that such mundane actions would help to ground my spinning thoughts. Later, my daughter came home from studying, but went straight to her room. Finally, I gave up, and went to my own room to read and fall asleep. My eyes wouldn't focus on the book. My thoughts kept circling back to the scene in the neighbor's living room. I wondered if I could ever dominate a man that way. My neighbor had been alive with energy as she controlled him. I wondered how any real man ...
    would allow that to happen. I tried to imagine controlling that man. I didn't think it was possible. I tried to imagine what he was feeling at the time. My eyes closed as I reconstructed the scene in my mind. I could clearly see the pain in his eyes. But other details filtered in, and I suddenly recognized that his whole body must have been burning with lust. I could remember it in the grip of his hands on the couch, and the raggedness of his breathing. Out of nowhere, I pictured myself bent over the couch, my neighbor standing there, berating me. I was shocked to feel a warm rush of desire in my loins. I set her book down and turned off the light. I let my hands caress my body as I imagined the scene, but with me in it. My neighbor had kicked her leg up over the back of the couch and pulled the man's face to her pussy. I wondered if I would react as he did, greedily lapping at the offered treat. The thought was foreign to me, yet I couldn't help but wonder. Would it taste good? Would it taste bad? Would I lick it just to please her? Would I do it to avoid punishment? My hand was trembling as I slipped it down to my own pussy. I couldn't believe how wet it already was. Two fingers pressed the lips apart, and stroked down through the wetness. Another flood of heat filled me as I knowingly gathered some of that wetness, and then brought the fingers to my mouth. I was surprised at how good it tasted, and I understood that man's greed. Thoughts of devouring my neighbor filled my ...
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