Date: Wed, 27 Sep 2017 17:28:43 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Housewife Seduction (Lesbian/Beginnings. Oral, anal, F/F, F/FFggg) Beginnings. Oral, anal, F/F, F/FFggg This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2017 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Housewife Seduction By Jan I consider myself a pretty normal housewife. I married right out of high school to a guy I fell in love with while in school. He was just a hard-working guy with a high school education. We struggled to make a living I had three children within six years, so I had to become a stay at home housewife to take care of the girls. We managed to buy a track home, with the assistance of our parents, in Covina, California. It is a middle-class community on the eastern edge of the San Gabriel Valley of Los Angeles County. We settled down to improve our home and see to it that the girls get as good of an education as we could. At least we lived close enough to our local primary and middle schools that I could walk the children to school. I thought that we were doing as good as we could. I didn't interact with the neighbors very much, but when the baby was about to graduate to middle school, and I had more free time I began to realize I didn't have a life of my own. I was just keeping house and looking after the girls. When the house was empty I felt like I needed more. The day time television didn't interest me, and house work was boring. Because of the family economics I buy my clothes at discount stories. The only way I get a new department store dresses or my hair done is when my mother pays for it. I have gone from 115 pounds to 155 pounds over the years. I can't afford to bleach my hair so it has turned into a dark dish water blonde and I am always in need of having the split ends cut. I had no illusions about my looks. I know that I am just an average woman with glasses. The neighborhood was built during the late fifties and most were bought on the GI bill, by young veteran of the Koran conflict. They suffered the highest reposition rate in the county, so repositions caused the turnover to be faster than a normal average 20-year generation. My neighbors had older children when we moved in, but now that my children were growing up a new generation are buying the homes of older couples that are moving to retirement communities. I watched with interest through the front window as a new couple moved into the house next door. The moving van delivered nice furniture, so I knew they had a substantial income. The young wife had a figure like I had when I was in school and her hair was obviously dyed and styled professionally. Her clothes were obviously from high end stores. Her husband was nice looking but obviously much older. Not wishing to look like a nosy neighbor, I didn't rush out to introduce myself to them. It was several weeks later that I was taking out the trash the evening before the disposal company would pick it up, when the blonde brought their trach out to the curb and said, "Hello." I responded with, "Hello, welcome to the community. My name is Carol and my husband's name is Frank. If you didn't know when you bought your home this neighborhood is a mix of young children and some almost ready in college." The blonde said, "My name is Victoria, but please call me Vicki, and my husband's name is Herbert or Herb. We don't have any children." It would have been impolite to ask if they were planning to have children, so I kept my mouth shut. She did invite me to have coffee or tea with her, but I declined, not wishing to look like nosy neighbor. I did return the offer and invited her to have coffee with me anytime she liked. I had almost forgotten about my invitation a couple of days later after the girls were off to school when there was a knock on front door. It was Vicki standing there in shorts and halter top and open toed sandals. I invited her in and asked her if she would like to join me for a cup of coffee. She accepted, and followed me into the combination kitchen and dining area. One of the first things I do in the morning is brew a fresh pot of coffee. The one indulgent on my part, is to buy a good brand of strong coffee with a rich flavor. I poured us a couple of big mugs of coffee as I joined her at the table. I waited for her to taste my coffee. She took a sip and smiled, "I do enjoy the rich flavor of good coffee." I smiled, pleased with myself, and took a sip of my coffee, and waited for her to start the conversation because I figured she had something on her mind. Vicki asked me about my family and I told her about my three girls, and what my husband did for a living. She told me that her husband did for a living. I was impressed because he owned his own business. I was reluctant to ask about children, but she told me. Herb had several sons from a previous marriage that were almost as old as her, and we have no interest in starting a new family. I assumed that she didn't mind not having children of her own. I felt a pang of sympathy because she would never know the joy of having children of her own, but didn't express my feelings for fear of offending her. It was pleasant getting to talk to an adult, and time passed quickly. It became a regular way to pass the time having her visit and the time pass quickly. There were days when she had company and didn't come over for coffee. I observed that there were several women that visited regularly. There were a few young women that looked like trophy wives and others that looked older, but they were all well- dressed. They would spend most of the day at her house, but would leave before Herb would get home. There were occasions when the women stayed until the late evening, but on those occasions Herb didn't get home until very late or didn't come home until the next evening. Other times Vicki would leave the house all dolled up and not return until the next afternoon. She would drive off in a nice new sport coupe of her own. When she would come knocking on my door I never asked about her guests or where she went. It just seemed rude to ask. One morning while we were having coffee she brushed my hair away from my face. She commented that I had a pretty face. I blushed, because I never considered myself pretty. She leaned close and brushed my cheek with her lips. It startled me as she touched my bare arm, and her hand followed the shoulder around until her hand was resting on my breast. I could feel the heat of her hand through the material of my support bra and my cotton house dress. When she squeezed my tit, I grabbed her wrist. "That's so wrong, in so many ways!" "I just want to show you how much I love you!" She kissed me again on the mouth, and when I tried to open my mouth to protest, she stuck her tongue into my mouth. While I tried to struggle free of her embrace she played my breast. I eventually gave up struggling, and surrendered to her desires. At that point, she pulled up the bottom of my dress to expose my full panties. That was when she broke the kiss and bent over my thigh to place her mouth right on the crotch of my panties. She rubbed and licked the crotch until they were moist. I found myself moaning as she pulled my panties aside and started licking my hairy pussy. Being the mother of three had changed my priorities. I had my long hair cut short for easy of care, and I had not trimmed my pubic hair in years. I was embarrassed having anyone see me with hair sticking out from under the legs of my panties. Vicki didn't seem to mind, as she sucked my pussy with relish. She shook her head smearing the fluid from my cunt all over her face, and she sucked my clit until I squirted cum as I had an orgasm. When she was finished she returned my clothes to their proper position and sat up. She kissed me again and said, "Honey, if you ever want my company again all you have to do is knock on my door after you take the girls to school." With that she stood up and left me sitting there in a shocked silence. I struggled with my feelings ranging from guilt to anger at myself, for actually enjoying her assault. Every day when I returned home after walking the girls to school, as I walked back to my house I would look at Vicki's house and wonder if I had the nerve to do anything about my feelings. I had not had sex with another female since I was in junior high school. Sex with my husband had become boring over the years. When we were dating he was eager to please me and would perform satisfactory oral sex on me to get me in the mood for sex, and he would be inventive devising positions for sex, but after the girls came along his sexual drive had diminished to an occasional quickie. Because we never know when one of the girls might bust in with a runny nose or fervor. As a result, I have been sexually frustrated for some time. The morning of the third day after I walked the youngest girl to school, I walked straight back to Vicki's home and knocked on the front door. When Vicki opened the door, she smiled and invited me in. She was wearing a T-shirt tied into a knot under her breasts exposing her belly, and she was wearing tight fitting short-shorts. She was bare footed. She offered me coffee as she led me to the breakfast nook. After I was seated she brought us a couple of mugs of black coffee. There was a pregnant moment of silence while we sweetened our coffee to taste. Vicki broke the silence with, "I'm so pleased to welcome you into my home. I'm sure you struggled with your feelings. I guess I should tell you about myself. I have always been sexually active with females, but my looks also attracted males. When my husband approached me with a marriage proposal, it was a business arrangement. He is a homosexual and in his business world it would devastate his carrier if it became known that he is gay, so he asked me to marry him to give him a respectable cover. When we attend business gathering I play the dutiful wife. The young lions try to seduce me, and I assure them I'm happily married to a wonderful man. Our age difference doesn't interfere with our relationship. I'm free to pursue all the women I choose." "I take it the women I see visiting you are also lesbians?" Some are bisexual. I have to tell you that I was attracted to you the day we met." We had finished our coffee by the time she finished telling me her story. She added, "Let me show you the house." She took me on a tour of the house room by room. I had always been fascinated by the house, because it was the largest house in the neighborhood. It was a two-story house. The bedrooms were upstairs. She pointed out that her husband's bedroom was in the front of the house and her bedroom was in the back, with a view. It was a very feminine room and smelled of a mix of perfume fragrances and body powder. While I was studying just how elaborate the room was, Vicki moved behind me and planted a kiss on the back of my neck. I froze, because I didn't know what I should do. While she was kissing my neck, she reached around my body and cupped both tits with her hands. I let out a soft moan as she massaged my breasts. While she continued playing with my left tit, her right hand slid down my body to my crotch. I spread my legs a little as her hand stroke my crotch. I was breathing hard. Suddenly she spun me around to face her. She took hold of my shoulders and pulled me against her body, smashing our breasts against each- other's. She kissed me on the mouth with tongue. I was smelling her perfume and her coffee breath. I wrapped my arms around her and returned the kiss. After we kissed for a long time she backed up holding me at arms-length. She pulled my dress off both shoulders exposing the cups of my cheap bra. The straps of my bra cut into my shoulders, and were difficult to pull off my shoulders. She reached around my body to unhook the back of my bra. She struggled to free my arms from the dress and bra straps. She eventually she tossed the bra aside. The cool morning air stimulated my nipples and they stiffened. Vicki bent down enough to take my right nipple into her mouth and started sucking hard on it. While sucking she played with the other tit. I was starting to feel uncomfortable standing there, with her sucking on my tits. Vicki must have started feeling uncomfortable being bent over. She eventually stepped back and knelt down to pull my dress down. When it was free of my hips she let it fall in a pile around my feet. Her attention turned to my full panties. She slipped her fingers under the waistband on both hips and started rolling my panties down. As soon as the panties cleared my hips they fell to my feet. Vicki was already eye level with my crotch, and all she had to do was lean forward to bury her nose in my thick pubic hair. Her nose tickled me, but her tongue drove me wild. It was all I could to maintain my balance. She maneuvered me around until the backs of my legs were touching her bed. With a simple push, I sat on her bed and watched Vicki proceed to remover her clothes. She untied the front of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. I was impressed with the perfection of her 36-C sized breasts. While I was admiring her breasts, she unbuttoned her tight-fitting shorts and peeled them down. She was wearing tinny little scanty panties that barely covered her vulva, and panties were no more a simple string wedged between the cheeks of her ass. When she started peeling it down it was obvious that it was soaking wet with her secretions, and as he vulva was exposed I was intrigued by the fact that her skin was so smooth. I couldn't even make out any stubble of pubic hair. Her pussy looked like that of a pre-pubescent girl, except for the labia minora dangling from the opening like wrinkled grayish excess skin. After she bent over to free her feet from the moist clinging material she stood up and mounted the bed. She placed her hands on my shoulders and forced me to lay on my back. My heart was pounding as she proceeded to turn her body around and mount my body head to toe. I was looking up at the smooth pussy and her puckered asshole as she lowered her pussy down until she was smothering me with her cunt, and I felt her moist mouth claim my own pussy. She was tonguing my pussy from asshole to clit. She even sucked my clit into her mouth and sucked on it like a baby suckled on a nipple. It was all I could do to catch my breath as she rocked her cunt against my face like she was fucking my face. I was experiencing a physical stimulation beyond my wildest dreams. I experienced a strong orgasm that shook my body wildly, and just when I thought it was over I had second wave of multiple orgasms that felt like noting I had ever felt before. There came a point that I actually blacked out for a short time. When I recovered I felt relaxed and it was an effort to move my limbs. I had never experienced such a strong orgasm before. I lay there feeling the touch of her sweaty flesh clinging to my body and smelling the pungent odor of her sex. I had lost track of time. Eventually I became aware of just how hungry I was. A look at the clock on her nightstand told me that it was ten minutes after one in the afternoon. I realized that I didn't have much time to get dressed before having to picking up my youngest girl from school. I made my excuses and untangles my body from hers. I gathered up my clothes and got dressed. While I was walking to the school to pick up my baby I could smell Vicki's pussy in my nose. It was enough for me to remain sexually stimulate enough that my panties were wet. I knew better than to kiss my daughter when she approached me. I thought about Vicki all night. The next day as soon as I walked the youngest to school and sent the others off on their own, I returned home and went next door. The sex was amazing again. It almost became a daily routine. Vicki was the one to suggest that I might enjoy meeting some of her other girlfriends. I resisted her suggestion at first, but she insisted that she had been neglecting her other friends too long. She threatened to end our relationship if I wouldn't party with her girlfriends. I eventually relented and it was agreed that the next day I would accompany Vicki to the home of one of her friends. The next day I had dressed a little better than normal before walking the baby to school, and when I returned home Vicki already had her car out. I joined her and she drove us, without telling me where she was taking me. She drove us to the foothills of Glendora where she pulled into the circular driveway of a nice looking home painted gray with white shutters and trim. When we approached the front of the house the double doors opened, and we were greeted by a distinguished looking woman that was obviously Chinese that could have been any age between forty and fifty years old. She was wearing a colorful red and gold silk Mandurian dress with a tunic collar and a slit up the left leg all the way up to her hip. She was also wearing stiletto heels. I thought she was very sexy. The woman bowed to us and hugged Vicki and kissed her. When she released Vicki, she turned to me and bowed. Vicki introduced me to her. "May-Ling, I would like to introduce you to my friend, Carol. Carol this is one of my closest friends May-Ling Chen." The woman bowed her head again and took my hand and kissed the back of my hand. She didn't release my hand as she took us on the obligatory tour of her home. We eventually returned to the kitchen/dining area. She brewed green tea for us and we talked for a while. They told me how they had met at a party and became close friends. After a pleasant discussion May-Ling arose, took my hand and led Vicki and I to her bedroom. I watched her undress in total fascination. The buttons to the dress were on the left shoulder and as she unbuttoned the dress and peeled the dress away I was fascinated by her body. Her breasts were not much larger that a B-cup, but they were perfect. The areolas were no larger than the size of a quarter and the nipples were about the size on the erasure on a number 2 yellow pencil. Her skin was flawless. As the dress was pulled away and she carefully folded it and placed it on the dressing chair, My eyes studdied her crotch. Her vulva had straight coarse black pubic hair that was pointing towards the opening of her pussy. Her labia minor had a grayish look and formed two wrinkled lips. I felt a burning desire to taste her flesh. I had been standing there immobile, as she undressed. I became aware that Vicki was naked too, and the two women turned their attention towards undressing me. My clothes seemed to float away. I found myself standing there with my clothes at my feet. They carried me to the bed where they joined me. While Vicki sucked my pussy, May-ling sat on my face. I relished the taste of her pussy. She rode my face like she was riding a horse. Her efforts ground her slimy most against my mouth and nose. I would smell her pussy odor for days in my nose. Before that day was over I tasted Vicki's, pussy and watched May-Ling and Vicki rim each other's assholes. We managed to clean up and get home in time for me to walk the youngest daughter home. Vicki introduced me to a smorgasbord of ethic women. The next one we partied with was from southern India. She was very dark skinned with hair as black as coal that was long enough for her to sit on it. When she unwrapped her body from her gold trimmed assure blue sorry, I saw that her nipples were black, and her crotch was devoid of any pubic hair. She smelled sweet perfume and curry as I went down on her. Vicky introduced me to a skinny black woman, a full bodied Mexican woman and even introduced me to a delightfully funny redheaded freckled Australian young woman. I was totally jaded by the time she suggested that we introduce my girls to sex. At first, I was shocked at the suggestion, but the more I thought about it the more the idea appealed to me. Vicki wanted to take part in the seduction of my girls. The first opportunity to seduce my oldest daughter can the day she stayed home because she didn't fell-well. After the other two were off to school, Vicki came over for her normal cup of coffee. As soon as she found out that my oldest was upstairs in bed she got excited. We went upstairs and I introduced Vicki to my oldest daughter, named Julie. We felt her forehead, and it was a little warm. I went to get her a couple of Advil pills, and when I returned Vicki was sitting on the side of the bed and she had her hand under the covers masturbated my daughter. The room was warm and smelled of her body. After I gave her the pills and she washed them down with a glass of water. Vicki and I set about seducing her. She must have had four orgasms while Vicki and sucked her pussy. It was only a matter of a few days before my husband had to go out of town on business. In his absence Vicki, Julie and I brought out the two younger girls. The girls became wild about partying with every woman we introduced them to. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.