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Subject: {ASSM} A twist in the tail  -  Part One (FF)
Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2002 20:10:15 -0500
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This story is a work of fiction and any characters portayed bear no
resemblance to real people living or dead.  The work is of an adult nature
and should not be viewed by those who are below the age of consent as stated
by Law for your  locale.



A Twist In The Tail

Part One

Rediscovery


 I am a 28 year-old married woman and less than happy with my lot.  My job
is okay, dull but its not taxing and the money is fair and that is the best
of my life.  I married at 17 to Clive, then an up and coming starlet of the
IT industry, a good and kind man who never presumed to make demands of me,
but as our marriage rapidly began to stagnate I became increasingly
frustrated by him.  We rarely have sex and only if I instigate it, he seems
disinterested in me and my self esteem had ebbed to almost gone, until last
year, at a week long training seminar organised by his company.  Since it
was so long employees were allowed to invite their spouses if they paid for
a room upgrade out of their own pocket.  I discovered this by accident,
Clive had not wanted me tagging along but my friend Helen, who's husband was
also booked on the course told me she was going and explained the situation
to me, so I was able to cajole Clive into taking me along, on the pretext of
being company for Helen.

 After three days of total boredom both Helen and I were beginning to regret
our decision.  We spent the days either in our room or in the restaurant
having coffee.  We grew closer as friends in our joint boredom and I found
myself confiding in Helen just how low and worthless I was feeling and about
Clive's disinterest.  She was shocked, telling me how attractive I was and
how lucky he was to have me.  I have to admit the tears began to flow as I
told her how that couldn't be true but she cradled my head on her shoulder
and told me not to be silly, how beautiful I was and how Clive deserved to
be taught a lesson.  Over the next few days she hatched a plan to rouse
Clive and let him know I was still sexy and needed some loving.

 The course was to finish with a party on the Saturday night with a room
booked, food drink and music all provided.  Helen's idea was that I would
attract the attentions of other guests and stir my husband to rescue me and
give me what she knew the other men would be only too willing to give.  She
had noticed a few single men and they had cast appreciative glances in our
direction throughout the week, we would play up to them and Clive would
react.  Helen confessed that her husband allowed her a degree of flirting at
these occasions, he liked to see the envious looks on the other guys' faces
as he lead her away from them, usually giving her a grope as they went, "to
twist the knife" she said and laughed.  She let her husband in on the plan
and he took Clive to the party while the two of us got ready.

Now, no one had seen the four of us together and only Helen and her husband
knew I was married to Clive, the others coming from different offices and
firms.  I was nervous as I went to Helen's room for her to do my makeup and
knocked timidly at her door.  I was dressed nicely, in a rather conservative
but attractive black dress and the standard unflattering underwear I always
wear.  Helen opened the door and drew a gasp from me, the neck line of her
dress plunged to her waist, making it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, the
fact reinforced by the back which left her bare to just above her buttocks.
The dresses hem reaching a couple of inches below her crotch, emphasising
the beauty of her long slender legs.  She walked me over to a full length
mirror and looked me up and down,

"That dress really won't do Karen, let me get you something a little more
suitable", she went to her wardrobe and returned with a white Lycra
mini-dress with an open back.  She motioned me out of my dress and almost
collapsed in laughter when she saw my underwear, "Well that little ensemble
certainly wont help matters along will it?"  I blushed profusely, and felt
the tears well in my eyes.  "Now we'll have none of that!  We don't want
your eyes all puffy for your finest hour."  She hugged me and told me there
was nothing a shopping spree couldn't fix and she could loan me some
underwear for the evening.  My heart skipped a beat as I felt her hands
releasing my bra and sliding it from my shoulders, she was the first person
to see my breasts properly in years and she seemed to like what she saw.
"You have wonderful breasts Karen, I wouldn't have guessed by the way you
keep them hidden" Her hand lightly traced the sides and under my tingling
flesh, causing my nipples to tighten and elongate.  "Oh and such wonderful
nipples, how can Clive resist them?"  She ran her fingertips across them
causing me to shudder with almost forgotten pleasure.  I have never had a
lesbian thought in my life, not even in my darkest fantasies, but the touch
of another person had me approaching sexual ecstasy despite my discomfort at
her touching.

 She helped me into the dress, turning me to face the mirror in mute
disbelief.  The material was almost sheer and my nipples forced the tight
white Lycra away from my body, drawing attention to them rather than
concealing them and there was too little of the dress to cover the sides of
my breasts, they were exposed about half an inch on either side and pulled
the material so a gap displayed the underside too, I had never felt so naked
while being dressed.

"You're a bit bigger than I am up top, but there's enough coverage there for
you to get away with it.  Now we really have to do something with your
knickers too I think."  She was right of course.  I looked down and saw the
heavy material beneath the dress, showing through, advertising to the world
that my stomach was as well covered as my crotch, I felt frumpish and ugly
just them, but the contrast between my top and bottom thrilled me, almost as
if I were a sculpture in progress, a sexy woman being born from the raw
material of indifference.  As I watched Helen stood behind me her head
looking over my shoulder.  I watched her hands run their way under the dress
to my waist, causing the material to bunch about her wrists, almost exposing
me.  I was again dumb as I watched her hands moving back down, bringing my
large cotton knickers with them.  They reached mid thigh and slackened,
prompting Helen to allow them to fall to my feet, she smoothed the Lycra
back into place gazing at my crotch.  Her puzzled expression gave me a
little thrill, she was obviously trying to fathom why she could not see the
shadow of my pubic hair through the material as she stretched it, now she
was beginning to realise my secret, I have always kept myself smooth
everywhere.  She was gently rubbing the fronts of my thighs and looking
directly between my legs, wondering.  I have to say that I have never felt
so erotic in my life before, I knew I was wetter than I could ever remember
and where the courage came from I still do not know but I slowly raised the
hem of the dress to answer her question.

To describe the look on her face as my bald pussy was revealed to her is
still difficult for me.  Shocked?  Yes, definitely but the lust in her eyes
was so powerful I could almost feel it wash over my flesh.  Her hands still
rubbed the front of my thighs, although now on bare flesh and they trembled
slightly as they journeyed up and down.  For a moment I feared she was going
to rape me, her gaze was so intensive, her eyes so dark and animal.  She
thought about touching me because her hands circled the tops of my thighs
before descending again.  Our eyes met and she seemed almost unconscious,
her eyes were on mine but her mind's eye was still riveted on my crotch.
Blushing crimson and shaking myself now I placed my hand over hers and drew
it slowly to where I knew she wanted it.  I almost wet myself when I felt
her soft fingers glide over my baby smooth pubis.  Both our eyes closed now
as her hand, now free of mine, explored the baldness of my pussy and her
left found its way into the gap in the top of the dress and onto my eager
nipple, I let out a groan and sank back into her as her fingers sank deep
into my wet valley.  Her lips traced my carotid artery with butterfly kisses
and deft licks as her fingers delved deeper between my legs and lightly
pinched my nipple,

"Look in the mirror Karen!" Helen breathed into my ear as she kissed, licked
and nibbled it.  The vision brought on my orgasm, more powerful than any I
had been able to induce myself during my marriage.  Her right hand curled
into my dripping vagina, I watched her fingers piston slowly, rhythmically
into me, her left inside the top of my dress her fingers pulling at my
nipple.  I let out a low, throaty, guttural moan that rose into a panting,
writhing wail as my legs matched the rhythm of Helen's probing fingers.  Her
lips brushed my cheek as I shuddered my way back from bliss, her breath hot
on my cheek and her fingers brushing my lips, coaxing them open to taste
myself for the first time, I sucked my own cum greedily from her slender
fingers.

Helen pulled the hem of my dress back into place and walked to the mini-bar,
pouring us both long stiff vodkas.  She handed me my glass, smiling coyly at
my reddened face,
"Was that the first time?" she whispered.  I nodded my head eyes searching
the floor to escape my embarrassment.  "You looked wonderful, I cant believe
Clive has wasted you all these years".  I gulped at my drink, still aroused
and filled with shame of what I had allowed to happen, but it had been so
wonderful, watching her make me cum in the mirror and tasting myself had
sent a rush of wicked euphoria through me, I wanted to take thing s further
but it would have to wait until I had resolved the turmoil I now felt.

She sat me at the dressing table and applied my makeup, highlighting my
features rather than masking my face as I thought she would.  She finished
her handiwork and we both looked at my new look in the mirror, both dumb
from the change she had achieved.  "Mmm beautiful!" she cooed then pecked me
lightly on the neck.
She patted my shoulder,  "Time to go!"  She placed her glass down and
marched to the door,
"But I can't go down there without any knickers on!"  I wailed, "It's bad
enough hanging out everywhere up here!"  I pulled the material at my
cleavage and allowed it to snap back against my flesh.
"Hmm," she seemed to consider then a wicked grin lit her face, "I think I
have just the thing!", she opened a drawer and handed me the smallest, most
sheer white g-string I have ever seen, "Put these on" I just stared at her
in disbelief.  "Go on, or we'll be late!"  I stepped into the loop and
pulled the strip of material up my legs, Helen shaping the band over my
waist, causing the gusset to nestle between my labia and rub my clitoris.  I
gasped and rearranged them to cover me rather better although I was glad at
that moment that I shaved, the band covering less than half the area of my
pubis.  I pulled the dress back into place and viewed myself in the mirror
for a final time, the narrow triangle showed through the dress, as did my
dark, hardened nipples and the shadow of cleavage at my rear plainly showed
I was wearing next to nothing beneath.  Taking a deep breath I followed
Helen out of the room and into the corridor, shaking visibly as we made our
way to the party.

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