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My husband and I have been married for fifteen years and through the duration of our marriage I’ve been faithful to him without exception… except for that one summer with my best friend.

Tara was a fellow mother with young kids the same age as mine and at the time both of us were begin at home mothers.

She was blond, enormous boobs, slender body, and about as wholesome as any girl I’ve ever known. She was the sort of woman who wouldn’t even say butt, choosing “bottom” instead.

The two of us had this insane idea to begin a company making and selling dream catchers… I’m still embarrassed by this idea, but it’s what we were convinced would make us money and give us otherwise bored mommies something to do.

We purchased all of the supplies, made a website, and Monday morning i arrived at her home and we went to work, making an assembly line and producing dozens of these items we just knew the whole world would be wanting.

By the end of the first week we had produced 300 but had only sold three! Leaving us with a lot of surplus supplies!

“No need to make any more,” she said to me as I sat down at her kitchen table the following Monday. Instead, we went into her living room and she poured us each a glass of red wine. The conversation began kinda slow, us talking about our kids’ college work and numerous mom things, but u couldn’t help but notice that she kept bringing the conversation toward a sexual direction.

I was intrigued that my chaste little friend with big boobs and a pretty face was even drinking wine, let alone talking about bedroom things.

“Do you ever get tired of your husband?” She asked.

“No, I love my man,” I responded, shocked that the alcohol was revealing her innermost thoughts.

That day, she confided in my that she had married her husband because he was wealthy and though they seemed to have a good relationship, he was at all times cheating and being unfaithful. I was shocked by what I was hearing… my friend with the picture perfect life was miserable.

As tears began to stream down her face, I scooted closer and embraced her as it was obvious she needed a friend.

Sobbing on my neck for a few minutes, she shocked me when she broke the silence by saying, “sometimes I wish I were just a lesbian… women are so much more loving than men.”

I pulled my face back and our eyes met. Instinctively, both of us began leaning in for a kiss.

I had only kissed one girl previously, back in school and that was on a strange night, but this was with a grown woman, a mother, my close friend.

Our lips began to nervously touch and just as Kate Perry sang about, I could taste her chapstick on my lips. She was soft, the kids was more sensual than anything I’d ever known before and then her mouth opened and her tonight began to enter my mouth and rub against my tongue.

My whole body was shaking and hers was as well.

We continued to kiss for several more minutes, just exploring each other’s mouths while our hands caressed the other gals body. My heart was racing when her left hand, with wedding band and expensive ring began rubbing my breast and nipple from within my bra.

Though she had at all times probably been dominated by her alpha husband, it seemed very clear to me this day that whatever was gonna happen today, she’d be in charge!

I never says a single word throughout the whole ordeal, I just allowed her to load.

First she removed my top as I assisted with getting my bra off. Then her beautiful face buried itself in my chest, sucking on my nipples until they were sore. She was very deliberate, slow, and sexy.

I then removed her shirt. Gigantic bell shaped tits with massively round aureolas. She dangled them in my face as I held my tongue out and lapped her boobs, hungrier then I’d ever been for anything else.

Next she began sucking and kissing my stomach, before wriggling me out of my pants and panties.

Instinctively, I spread my legs wide open and next came the most exquisite wonderful feeling ever, her beautiful tongue starting at the bottom of my crack, almost at my butt and licking all the way to the top of my clit.

My pussy was already soaking, but her tongue ensured it would stay that way.

Getting your pussy licked is at all times spectacular as a woman, but having it made soaking by a desperate housewife with a lifetime of repressed sexual energy is an all new level!

I spread my two legs as far aside as I possibly could — having my legs so far aside was sexy.

She licked me until I came and then I did the same to her. Where my twat lips were an outie, hers were tinier and innie. I had never seen an innie up close but I loved hers.

That day we made wild lesbian sex all afternoon, feeling our bodies, rubbing our pussies together.

This trend continued all summer long until she and her husband moved away and left me broken hearted!

This is the only big secret I’ve ever kept from my husband.

NSFW: yes

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