"Discovering Heather's Intentions" (FF MF FDOM Wife) by Al X
Down at our local pub the bartender's eyes light up every time
she sees my wife. Heather is a tall blond, well built, with a
pretty face and long straight hair. She's loquacious, cheerful,
and has a strong personality, and she spends more time talking
to my wife than with other customers. I suspected she was into
my wife, but Lori always disagreed. So one night I proposed a
test. "I'll go to the rest room. When I'm gone you tell her how
you love to go dancing but that I don't. Let's see if she invites
you out."
"And what if she does? Should I make a 'date' with her?"
"Only if you want to," I said with a grin.
When the time was right I slipped off to the men's room. When
I came out the two women were deep in conversation. Heather was
leaning over the bar, with her face close to Lori's. To give
them more alone time I dallied by the jukebox; only after Heather
moved to another customer did I return to the bar.
Lori smiled as she sipped her drink. "I told her I loved to dance,
and she told me about that new club she goes to - down by the
train station. She's going this Saturday and invited me to join
her. She said it would just be the two of us."
"And what did you tell her?"
"I told her I would go." She slurped at her straw. "Don't get
all excited, you pervert. We're just going dancing. You know
I love to dance."
I didn't get my hopes up since my wife was a confirmed heterosexual
with no girl-on-girl fantasies. This "date" was surely to be
just two friends going out on the town. Of course, this didn't
stop her from dressing to the nines that Saturday. Her sheer
white blouse barely concealed a hot-red push-up bra. She wore
a black thong under a short black skirt, black thigh highs and
heels. Standing by the mirror, she lifted the skirt and and pulled
her underwear aside. "Do you think Heather will try to get into
this?"
I had to wait hours to find out the answer. It was almost two
AM when Lori returned home, flush with alcohol. I had dozed on
the sofa, but she woke me by sitting on the floor and placing
her hand on my chest. As she revealed details of the night she
slipped her hand under my shirt to rub my chest and knead my
nipples, before sliding her hand into my boxers…
****
Lori really only wanted to go dancing - and to prove me wrong.
When she arrived at the restaurant/club she waited in her car
until the text came. Heather had parked a few rows back and soon
enough appeared at the side of the car. She held the door open
and examined my wife: "Look at you, girl. Damn!" After Lori stepped
out of the car, Heather gave her a hug. "I'm glad you came out
tonight - we're going to be turning a lot of heads." True enough:
Heather, heavily made-up and wearing a slinky dress, looked hot!
The restaurant upstairs was shutting down, but the downstairs
bar was happening. The women found seats at the end of the bar
and ordered drinks. The talk flowed easily, sprinkled with Heather's
compliments on how good Lori looked. "You should dress like this
more often!" When her current favorite song came on, she pulled
my wife to the dance floor, leading her by the hand through the
crowd. In the heat and the throng, Lori began sweating, but she
was thoroughly enjoying herself. Back at the bar, feeling playful,
she pulled the fruit from her drink and asked: "Would you like
my cherry?"
"I would LOVE your cherry," Heather replied with a wicked smile.
She reached for my wife's wrist and guided Lori's hand, moving
the sweet fruit to her lips, then seductively sucked the cherry
into her lips. "Mmmm, nice and juicy!"
Heather, sitting against the wall, swung her stool to face Lori.
"And I love this necklace." She reached for the silver jewelry,
and when she released it her hand brushed against the top of
Lori's chest. Later she complimented my wife's earrings. As she
moved closer she forced Lori to swivel her chair, until the two
women were facing each other.
Two men in open shirts and gold chains approached them, but Heather
politely sent them on their way. "Who needs men?" she joked.
She casually dropped her hand and let it land on Lori's knee.
The touch surprised Lori, and only now did she notice that her
legs were spread a bit, with Heather's leg between them.
"I like these," Heather said as she rubbed Lori's stockinged
knee. "Damn, girl, tonight you are …. 'alluring'. Are these,
stockings or …" Not waiting for an answer she used her knee to
nudge Lori's right leg aside, then lowered her head for a peek.
Catching a glimpse of bare thigh, she smiled. "Ah, thigh highs.
Very sexy." When Lori threw her hands down to cover herself,
Heather laughed. "Relax. No one can see you. Only me." She leaned
back in her bar stool. "Why are you so nervous around me?"
"I'm not," she lied.
"I don't bite." A pause. "Unless you want me to."
Lori's head was abuzz now, a product of the alcohol and the loud
music and the throng of people. And the attentions of Heather,
who playfully used her knee to pry Lori's legs apart. Lori laughed
and tried to shut them. Heather laughed back, and now used more
force to keep them propped open. It became a kind of game, a
challenge. But if it was a challenge, Lori conceded, and resigned
herself to sit with her legs opened to her friend. Even though
no one but Heather could see up her skirt, she felt exposed.
But there was something exciting about sitting like that. And
something erotic about being forced to sit that way, especially
when Heather said, "Good girl - you've stopped fighting me."
Lori sensed the change in Heather, who now had quite the dominating
presence. And Lori, ever the submissive, fell into her usual
role. When Heather told her - not asked, told her - to open an
extra blouse button to "show off your boobs a little" she did
so willingly. And when she was told, without explanation, to
give Heather her hand, she did so without questioning. She thought
Heather might examine it or read her palm or something, but no,
Heather just wanted to hold Lori's wrist. A mild form of restraint,
which Lori allowed; she sat with the back of her hand resting
atop Heather's knee.
When Heather leaned forward as if to whisper in Lori's ear, Lori
breathed in whiffs of perfume and felt Heather's cheek against
her, the skin-to-skin contact electrifying her. She waited to
hear what Heather had to say, but instead of speaking Heather
gently but playfully bit her ear.
Heather pulled away, laughing. "I guess I do bite after all."
The back of Lori's hand was still resting on Heather's knee.
She started to remove it, but Heather kept a firm grip and replaced
it, twisted now so that Lori's open palm was on her knee. Without
speaking, Heather moved it inches up her thigh. Totally flustered
now, Lori shook her head and reached for her purse. "I need to
go."
"It's OK. You can touch me."
"I just need to use the ladies room. I'll be back." She slipped
off the stool and hurried through the crowd. Seeing the long
line to the downstairs rest room she opted instead for the one
upstairs. This late at night the restaurant area was empty, and
it felt good to be away from the throng of people. Music from
downstairs thumped through the floor of the empty bathroom. She
used the toilet and washed her hands. She checked the time on
her phone and decided she would leave soon. As she touched up
her eye-liner the door opened.
Heather stepped in, and closed the door behind her. "There you
are - far from the maddening crowd."
Lori picked up her purse. "Oh, I'm done here; I should-"
"No, you're not done in here," Heather said with finality. She
turned and locked the door. "And now we have some privacy." Facing
my wife, Heather stood, silent, serious, firm.
Lori took time to decide what to do, but this indecision revealed
her submissiveness. And when she tried to feebly protest - "Look,
I'm not really-" - Heather held up her hand to silence her, and
my wife instantly stopped talking.
Heather nodded, acknowledging Lori's obedience, then said, "Come
here." She watched my wife leave her purse on the sink and walk
over. "Very good. You listen well." She ran her hand up Lori's
arm, then touched her cheek.
Lori was getting nervous. "I should go."
Heather's thumb traced the line of Lori's lips, but the delicate
motion was countered by her stern voice. "Don't start playing
innocent now. You've teased me all night." Her hand reached into
Lori's hair; she rolled the fine strands between her thumb and
fingers.
Lori shook her head. "I didn't. I wasn't-"
She pulled at Lori's hair, just enough to force her head down
slightly. "You're not going to fight me are you?"
The hair pulling shocked her, but it also excited her. She may
have even let out a moan. But she acceded to Heather's control.
She stopped shaking her head, and silently waited, shaking a
bit, nervous, excited.
Heather, sensing just how submissive Lori was, yanked on her
hair again, harder now, pulling her head back further. "I asked
you a question: Are you going to fight me?"
Lori was almost trembling now. "No, I won't." Then she felt the
grip on her hair relaxed, and watched as Heather stepped in closer.
Their bodies were nearly pressed against each other.
Heather's hot breath fell against her face. "You are such a flirt
- the way you offered me your cherry. And sitting there with
your legs spread. Do you know how that turned me on?" Heather
moved in closer, backing Lori against the wall. She felt Heather's
body firmly against hers, Heather's breasts against her chest,
Heather's torso against hers. When Heather grabbed her chin and
ordered her to open her mouth, she did. Then Heather told her
to stick out her tongue. When she did, Heather sloppily licked
it, leaving a trail of saliva over her mouth.
Lori held her breath. She closed her eyes and seconds later felt
Heather's lips envelop her tongue. It turned into a passionate
kiss that brought on the dampness between Lori's legs.
Heather, in a breathy voice: "At the bar you showed me your underwear.
Show me again. Lift up your skirt."
It wasn't a request, it was an order. Lori moved her hand to
the top of her skirt and bunched up the fabric. Slowly she hiked
the skirt up. An inch, then higher, then to the top of her thigh-highs.
Soon her thong was exposed, and still she raised the skirt higher,
all the way up to her mid-drift.
"Are you wet?" When Lori didn't answer, Heather gave her a hard
stare. "Are you wet?"
She glided her free hand under the side band of her thong. Her
fingers felt the dampness on the wisps of pubic hair, then felt
her swollen lips. "I am." She stood there, staring at Heather,
so excited she felt the powerful urge to let her fingers enter
her sex. Once again tonight Heather had made her expose herself,
had made her feel lewd and wanton. She started to rub herself,
wanting to climax right there in front of Heather.
Heather stopped her. "Did I say you could do that?"
Her hand paused but remained inside her thong. "No. No, you didn't."
Heather brought her mouth to Lori's ear. "Ask for permission."
What would my submissive wife do? Would she acknowledge that
she was fully under Heather's control? Of course, she would:
"May I… may I touch myself."
"Where?"
"My pussy." She waited a few seconds for answer that didn't come.
Then: "May I touch my pussy?"
Heather smiled. "You may."
Now 'allowed' to, Lori slid two fingers inside her open lips.
She kept her eyes fixed on the dominating woman in front of her,
and with her thumb rubbed against her clit. She was dizzy with
sensations: The intense feelings between her legs, the thumping
music coming from downstairs, the stale air of the bathroom,
the awareness that another woman was in front of her watching.
"Does that feel good?"
"God, yes."
Their eyes were locked together, and neither woman broke eye
contact. Not Lori who was rubbing herself. And not Heather who
reached into her purse to withdraw her phone. She held it up
to use the camera. "Who's my hot slut??"
Lori felt her climax nearing. "I am." She didn't care about what
she was saying, what she was admitting, nor what she was doing.
All she cared about was the need to climax. She dropped the hand
that was holding up her skirt into her crotch and pulled the
thong fully to the side, then announced in a heavy whisper: "I'm
going to cum."
"No. Not yet. Not until I let you. Understand?"
Lori nodded. She stilled her hand, then stood against the wall,
waiting like an obedient child. Her breathing was heaving; a
cloudiness filled her head.
"Do you want me to let you cum?"
"Yes, please. Please, let me cum."
Heather took a few steps to the sink, set down her purse and
phone, then turned around. "What will you do if I let you cum?
Will you do what I tell you?"
Lori nodded.
"Will you do anything I tell you to do?"
Again, she couldn't verbalize the answer; she could only nod.
Heather cocked her head slightly and asked, "Would you touch
my pussy?" To this my wife whispered a 'yes.' "But do you WANT
to touch my pussy?"
She had never touched another woman, never really had tendencies
of that sort, but right now she definitely did want to. "I do.
I want to."
Heather lifted her skirt, revealing a white thong. "Come, take
these off."
Lori walked over and slowly lowered herself to the floor. The
linoleum floor felt cool beneath her knees. Eye level with Heather's
crotch, she used both hands to slide her underwear down her legs.
When Heather lifted each foot, she removed it and was ready to
toss it aside until Heather asked, "Does it smell of my pussy?"
Lori held the panty up to her face. It wasn't much different
from the dozens of pairs of underwear she owned, and yet this
different. This was special. This was Heather's. The silk fabric
felt cool in her hands, and when she held it to her nose she
inhaled deeply and caught just the hint of a smell. She flipped
the panty over and now smelled the inside crotch pad where the
odor was more pronounced.
"Does the smell of my pussy turn you on?"
"It does." She breathed in deeper, and even swabbed her face
with the panty.
"Who's my little pet?"
"I am," Lori answered. And when she looked up she saw that Heather
again had her iPhone camera focused on her. She was video recording
this. "I'm your pet."
"And what will you do for me if I allow you to cum?"
"I told you - I'll touch your pussy."
"But would you lick my pussy? Would you like that?" She used
her forefinger and middle finger to open up the lips. "Would
you use your tongue on me?"
Lori swallowed hard. She stared at Heather's shaved sex before
her. The lips were swollen and moist. Could she do this? Would
she do this? She nodded her head. "I would."
"Then ask."
She looked up into Heather's eyes. "May I lick your pussy?"
****
"I've never licked another woman's pussy," Lori told me. She
was still kneeling on the floor by me. She pulled my boxers down
and was stroking my cock slowly. "I didn't even know if I could.
But at that moment, I wanted to lick her. I wanted to taste her."
Still on her knees, she lifted herself off her haunches and hovered
her head directly above my cock.
I reached over and slid my hand under her skirt. I felt only
skin. "Where are you panties?"
"Heather took them as another souvenir." She lowered her head
and kissed the tip of my penis. She looked up at me and smiled.
She reached for her phone on the floor, fiddled with the screen,
then showed me a photo of her on her knees licking Heather. "Do
you know what happened next? After I got down on the floor she
held the back of my head with both hands and pulled my face into
her. Her smell - God, the smell of her pussy, of her cunt was
so strong."
She knew I liked her talking dirty. She was stroking my cock
faster now.
"I stuck my tongue out and licked her lips, up and down and all
around. Then I placed my lips firmly on her and dug my tongue
deep inside her. I tongue-fucked her for a bit, God, she was
so wet. Then I moved up and found her clit. As I sucked on she
ordered me to finger myself."
Now it was my fingers that entered her waiting pussy. Her hole
was wet and hot. Her fingers were wrapped around my throbbing
cock; pumping me, getting me close to the edge.
"You should have seen me, kneeling on the floor, eating out another
woman's cunt. Heather held my head firm and rubbed herself against
me. She was bucking her hips, close to orgasm."
Lori pumped me harder now, and her mouth took me in fully. As
she sucked my cock to near orgasm, I stared at the picture of
her in that bathroom. And for a moment there were three of us,
all cumming together: Heather leaning against the sink, her legs
spread with a submissive on her knees licking her cunt. My slut
wife with her mouth in another woman's pussy and her fingers
deep inside herself. And me, my cock in Lori's mouth, her hand
cupping my balls, my cum pulsing through my cock and into her
waiting mouth.
THE END