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That night, as Myra lay beside her husband in bed she tossed and turned unable to sleep. She kept replaying the events of the evening through her mind, trying to figure out what made them so special. And everything else so… Muted. While she had never felt an intense pleasure with her husband, she’d always enjoyed sex… But tonight had just felt… Bland at best. She was somewhat distressed that she didn’t feel nearly as disgusted with herself for having given into Beths aggression as she should, nor could she muster up any resentment towards her for the intense violation. She had been correct in assuming that her husband wouldn’t question the excuse as to why her crotch had been torn out and she wore another woman’s pants home. He had simply looked disappointed and commented on how much he had liked those pants on her. Eventually she drifted off to sleep, only to wake in the middle of the night, her panties drenched. She found it impossible to go back to sleep until she masturbated.
The next day, after showering and putting on fresh clothes, she was eager to see Beth again. So much so that she could think of nothing else. She considered texting her but thought better of it. She was still trying to work through her emotions, unsure of exactly what the hell was going on in her head. These were the thoughts that were going through her mind as she prepared her children for school and kissed her husband good bye as he left for work. She did feel a decent amount of guilt as his lips lingered on her and she felt his hand squeeze her ass… He gave a look of desire for his wife as he stepped out of the door and headed off to work, taking the kids with him to drop them off on his way… Her heart skipped a beat when she saw 09:00 displayed on the clock. It had only been 12 hours since their encounter had ended. Still not wanting to seem obsessive, she decided against sending a text message. While she had never been one to pay too much attention to her phone, she found herself checking to see if there was a text message every couple of minutes. After an hour and a half of this, she tossed her phone on the couch in disgust. What in the hell was wrong with her? She needs to go to confession and repent, not obsess over a woman who had literally forced her into sex… The things I’ve done… Is this really the way a Catholic should behave? No it wasn’t. She prayed fervently for several minutes but she found that her heart wasn’t in it and images of Beth’s toned biceps straining as she forced herself onto Myra kept flashing before her mind’s eye. By eleven she was stalking Beth’s Facebook and by noon she had completely lost all control over her emotions. Abruptly her phone chimed. Quickly grabbing it from the computer desk Myra opened the text. “Hi… Look I understand if you never want to talk to me again. I’m sorry I did that to you…” As she read Beth’s unnecessary apology, Myra smiled to herself and immediately texted back. “Don’t apologize… Look I’m a bit conflicted right now but… Thank you. I think.” With her heart racing Myra sat in silence staring at her phone for what seemed like an eternity. In reality it was less than a minute before a reply came. “Are U sure? BC I am sry” was written out across the screen next to a glossy eyed emoji. Myra smiled and her heart swelled with joy. “Yes I am sure” she wrote back then quickly added two more emojis, a smiley face and a small heart. The first response arrived almost instantly. A smiley face with hearts for eyes. “I think you might have been right about me.” She hit send before adding. “But I’m not really sure about what to do tbh.” Minutes later she received another text, with the emoji looking sad, along with a smiley face. Myra responded with. “I’m trying to figure myself out. 24Hrs ago this wasn’t even in my wildest imaginings. Maybe it’d be good for us to talk. Hopefully we can meet up soon?” Shortly thereafter she got a response. “Sure we can hangout whenever works for u. On lunch atm. Sry didn’t txt earlier, was doing hair. Hopefully I don’t scare u away haha” Laughing faces followed with the addition of three crying laughing faces. All the while Myra’s heart continued to race, her stomach fluttered and her Hands began to tremble slightly as she responded. “Well I’m alone till I go get the kids at 3 every day. My husband will be cool with me hanging out with you but he might think it’s odd if I do it too often. How long is your lunch break? Maybe tomorrow you could come by? I live close. It’s like a 5 min drive.” She received an immediate response. “O cool. I’d love to! I have a 1:15 tomorrow so I can def come on lunch ❤️” “Perfect.” Myra replied. Then before either of them could change their minds or stop talking Myra wrote. “Okay well tomorrow at 12 it is.” Both women grinned as they read each other’s messages, neither being able to wait for the next day at noon. For the rest of the day they exchanged texts, trying their best not be too flirtatious lest Myra’s husband possibly see. Through it all Myra rehearsed what she intended to say and how the conversation would go when they met. That night, as she performed her wifely duties for her husband her mind remained fixated on Beth. She suddenly couldn’t help but feel like a brood mare, being used as a deposit for his dick snot. She shuddered in Disgust at the thought of it oozing out of her vagina over the next few hours like mucus from a runny nose. Suddenly she pushed him off of her. “I wanna do something baby.” She said, pushing him up to his knees and getting on all fours in front of him. She took him in her mouth and began messaging his tight balls. “Baby no, I’m too close… I can’t cum outside of you.” She rolled her eyes as she ignored him. Ah yes, the church teaching that the only place a man could deposit his semen was inside of his wife…. Well that wasn’t happening tonight. Pulling his dick from her mouth she responded, “Shut up Chase.” As she began jerking him off. Suddenly he came, spilling his thick seed uselessly on the bedsheets. “Oh what in the world Myra!” He exclaimed in horror. She just looked at him and shrugged. “Would you rather not get off Mr. ‘Masturbation is a mortal sin’?” “Yeah well so was that!” He responded hotly. “Whatever Chase. Just be glad I fuck you.” She said, picking up her sleep clothes and heading to the bathroom. As she showered and prepared for bed Myra ran over what had just happened in her head, marveling at how much of an idiot her husband was. How in the world could he not notice her lack of interest? As the water poured down her soft curves she continued to be astounded at how he didn’t seem to sense her shift in attitude. She soon found herself unconsciously messaging her own breasts and pulling her nipples as she thought of Beth… She jerked herself back to the present, taking care to keep her breathing steady and smooth, lest Chase think she wanted more of him. When she got out of the shower she dried off slowly, again going over the conversation she intended to have with Beth. She still wasn’t sure what she wanted to do, or whether she should do anything at all. Before she had time to make a decision her phone chimed, alerting her to a new message from Beth. “Hey girl, just checking in 🙂 Can’t wait til tomorrow!!” She texted back, feeling a pang of desire. “Me too. See you at 12.” It was 10 already and she needed to get some sleep. Chase was kneeling for prayer as she prepared the bed. She gazed at him for a few seconds before kneeling next to him. Once they finished she leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. “I do love you.” He smiled. “I love you too.” Crossing the room she laid down as he turned out the light and settled in beside her.
The next morning she awoke to silence. Rolling over she grabbed her phone from the bedside table to check the time. 08:41. She had slept straight through getting the kids ready and seeing them out the door with their father. She momentarily thought of how sweet it was of him to let her sleep in before noticing the text from Beth. “Can’t wait for lunch 😉!!!” She smiled and texted her address before getting out of bed and beginning to get ready. She turned on the water, filling up the tub with hot water before stepping in and sinking down slowly until it reached her breasts, the water lapping at her nipples with every movement she made. She felt the soft warm caress of the water on her body as she laid back, relishing the moment before beginning to shave her legs and arms. As she looked down through the clear water she considered her thick dark bush before deciding to shave the sides. What was left was too wide to be considered an ‘airstrip’ but the natural inverted triangle was shaved down into what could only be described as a sideways rectangle. After her bath was finished she dried off and moved to her closet to select her outfit. She selected a set of silk boyshorts and a matching pushup bra before sliding on red slacks and a low cut form fitting black shirt which she tucked in. Finally she put on a gold necklace from which a cross hung before fixing her short black hair and heading downstairs with her flats in her hand. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she slid on her shoes and headed for the kitchen, she began cutting fruit in order to make some snacks for when Beth arrived. At 11:15 she received a text. “Grl canceled. Free til 1. Mind if I cum early lol?” The words alone sent chills down her spine and Myra quickly replied “Please do.” She then set the coffee table with fruits and paced back an forth as she waited. ‘What the hell are you doing Myra?’ She asked herself, putting a hand to her forehead in exasperation. ‘This isn’t like you.’ She shook her head to clear her thoughts, knowing that this was wrong. That it was an abomination. She knew it was unwise to even speak to Beth, let alone see her but it felt like she couldn’t help herself… The doorbell rang and Myra took a deep breath to calm herself. A few moments later she answered the door, smiling brightly. Beth stood there in a simple black tank top and leggings, totally contrasting with Myra’s more business casual style. She noticed that her short blonde hair shone in the sun and her lips glistened with pink gloss. Myra felt herself melting. “Hey! So glad you could make it!” She said excitedly, taking her by the hand and leading her inside. “Of course, nowhere else I’d rather be.” Beth’s voice was smooth and confident as she entered the foyer before allowing herself to be led to the living room. Looking around she whistled and said “you really are a bougie housewife huh?” Through a chuckle Myra shoved her, lightly responding “shut up bitch.” They both smiled and sat down on the couch before Beth leaned in to kiss her new lover, one arm wrapped around her shoulders and the other laying on her upper thigh. Beth giggled and shrugged, darting forward and kissing her cheek before settling back against the cushion and gazing into Myra’s eyes. “So… You wanted to talk?” Myra nodded and bit her lip nervously. “Uhm.. About the other night…” “Yeah?” Her eyebrows arched questioningly and Myra sighed heavily. “I feel like it was wrong. Maybe It shouldn’t ha-” a look of disappointment and heart break crossed Beths face before she cut in. “No no! Its not your fault. I was way out of line and it was really fucked-” “Dammit girl let me finish please?” Myra said irritatedly. “Sorry” She replied quietly. “Look… You did something to me… You quite literally forced me to face what I had repressed my entire life. So of course I’m a bit confused! I don’t understand why but all I’ve thought about is you forcing yourself upon me… And don’t be upset about that… It was pretty hot.” Myra paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “BUT…. I am still disgusted with myself… I mean I feel like an abomination. I am an abomination I guess… As long as I’m doing this.” Beth listened sympathetically, trying not to show contempt for Myra’s convictions and failing. “Myra, sweetie. What happened last time you used the word abomination to describe what we BOTH are?” She responded in a quiet but threatening voice. “You punched me in the stomach and then did what you did…” “Yeah. So Unless you want that to become some sort of code word… Don’t ever use that term again, do you understand me?” Myra looked down at her hands which were folded in her lap. Blushing she said… “Yeah… And well… For future reference…” Looking Beth in the eyes she smirked, “Maybe it will be.” “Oh WOW!” Beth had trouble getting her head around how amazing this woman truly was. She grinned wider than Myra had seen her smile before. With a final nod Myra returned the gesture before breaking the stare. Taking Beth’s hand in hers, she continued “Despite everything I said about being disgusted and all of this being so wrong… Chase was fucking me last night and I felt absolutely nothing. All I could think about was you. I felt like a fucking brood mare. Just the thought of him cumming in me felt gross. So I got him off of me right before he went and jerked him off for two seconds before he came on the bed. It was hard not to laugh watching his dick snot dribble on to the bed!” She said giggling. “He got pretty upset. Started talking about Mortal sin and shit and I just shrugged.” Beth chuckled and rolled her eyes, letting go of Myra’s hand to cup the side of her face. “Poor bastard… That’s pretty hot actually. Wish I could’ve seen it.” Myra was surprised at how easily she could tell Beth things. She wondered if maybe she was falling for her. Like, really falling for her… The thought scared her more than anything. She felt the need to state her one boundary. Breaking the silence she said, “I need you to understand one thing though. I will never leave my husband. Okay?” Beth simply smiled and leaned forward, kissing her gently. “Oh baby you won’t have to. When the times right… I’ll make him accept me… Even if we have to beat him into.” Myra chortled, “good luck with that.” She said as their lips touched once more. Through the kisses Myra said, “are you hungry? I made some fruit.” Beth pulled back and smiled. “That’s sweet of you but… I’d rather have a different kind of fruit.” Blushing, Myra responded breathily… “Well… I may just have something for you. But it’s best eaten upstairs.” She whispered erotically. A small grin crept across Beths face and Myra felt her knees turn to mush as they stood. “What’s so special about up there?” She asked coyly, enjoying the banter which led to the inevitable. Myra shoved her hands in her pockets and rocked on her heels playfully. Pursing her lips somewhat comically she responded with a false bashfulness, “Well… My closet is covered by a full length mirror so you’ll have a good view of the fruit… Annnddd of course there is also my marriage bed…” Beth felt a thrill run through her at those words. There was something especially sweet about taking a woman in the bed she shared with her husband. Myra reached forward tenderly and grabbed her before leading her up the stairs by her hand. They stopped when they reached Myra’s door and she turned to face Beth. Gently pulling her toward her she whispered, “Come with me.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. They stepped inside and Myra closed the door behind them. Her heart began to pound as she pressed herself against Beth. Slowly pushing Beth towards the bed, she kissed her passionately before pulling her own shirt over her head and throwing it to the floor. “Ya know, maybe you should try dressing up sometime Beth. I’d like that ya know?” She said as she rubbed Beth’s tits before sliding her hands under her shirt. Beth breathed heavily against her lips, “Maybe I can arrange that.” She slipped her shirt off while Myra unhitched her bra. As soon as Beth’s nipples were exposed she leaned forward and licked the hard little nub of the right one, sucking gently before pulling away and teasing her neck with her soft tongue. Moving lower she traced a line to Beth’s belly button, circling her navel as she slid her leggings and panties down to her ankles and pulled them off. The sight of Beth’s bare pussy aroused Myra beyond belief. “Oh god baby you’re so beautiful!” Beth smiled, watching as Myra knelt before her and moved her mouth to Beth’s pussy, licking and sucking as she played with her clit. A moan escaped from Beth as she held Myra’s hair, pulling her face deeper into her snatch. Looking down she could see her lover’s melons swelling over her red silky bra. Myra reached up, grabbing a hold of both her nipples and tugging hard. Pulling her mouth off of her swollen cunt, Myra laughed and gasped “Fuck you taste good…” Standing back up she wrapped her arms around Beth, giving her ass a playful smack before pushing her onto the bed, moving to straddle her, grinding against her she could feel the friction through her pants in her own wet pussy. The look on Beth’s face was indescribable as she reached up and undid Myras belt and began unbuttoning her slacks; then moving to the side, Myra gently slid them off of her legs, exposing her matching silk boyshorts. Grabbing her by the hips, Myra moved her body atop Beth, reaching behind her and between Beth’s legs she slapped her inner thigh hard; signaling for her to spread them wide apart. She grinned mischievously at Myra while reaching up and undoing her bra. As it fell to the bed her plump tear shaped tits fell out, standing perk and tan lined. She felt Myra’s fingers exploring her cunt. She looked up into her round brown eyes and for the first time saw the glint of a dominant nature which she had glimpsed upon their first meeting. Myra’s hand slid over her breast and took her nipple between her fingernails. Beth gasped and looked up grinning. “Fucking dyke.” “You’re goddamn right!” She responded as she leaned down, placing Beth’s head between her hands and kissing her passionately. Beth groaned deeply and eagerly devoured Myra’s kiss, feeling her tongue flicking over hers as Myra slid off of her and her fingers found their way onto Beth’s pussy, rubbing the clit hard and fast, bringing her close to climax. Suddenly she stopped, sliding her own now sticky panties off and revealing her neatly trimmed bush. Rising to her knees she straddled Beths head before bending forward to kiss from her navel down to her cunt. Beth felt the pubic hair tickling her face and licked lightly as she felt Myra begin tonguing her own slit slowly. Beth moaned, arching her back and thrusting her hips up, pressing her own pussy against her lips. Her nails dug into Myra’s ass cheeks as she smothered herself in her pussy, making her shudder as her orgasm rolled over her. Myra removed her lips from Beth’s snatch, giggling. “Don’t stop bitch!” She said teasingly as she lightly slapped Beth’s tit and leaned back, putting her full weight on Beth’s face. “I’ll use your face as a throne…” Beth groaned deeply as Myra pulled her nipple hard. Myra reached around behind her and grabbed her lover by the hair, forcing her deeper into her wet cunt. Myra could feel Beth’s nose touching her asshole and exclaimed “eat it you little brown noser!” Beth Was pleasantly shocked by Myra’s change in demeanor. Before she had seemed meek and uncertain, torturing herself over her desires but now… This girl wanted to dominate her, made her into an object for her pleasure. “Suck my ass you faggot.” She groaned softly. Gently pushing her tongue past Myra’s sphincter and rimming her asshole, while beginning to rub the dark-haired beauties clitoris with her hand. The combination was driving her crazy, only seconds passed until Myra let out a cry as her orgasm overwhelmed her. When she was done she rolled off of Beth and kissed her. Smiling, Beth whispered, “You liked that didn’t you?” Myra nodded enthusiastically, unable to form any words as she looked down at her. She kissed her neck, feeling the girl’s breath shudder through her as she grazed the skin with her teeth before kissing her again. Beth looked into her lover’s eyes and asked, “So, you still conflicted about all of this?” Myra shook her head slightly, a coy smile playing on her lips. “No. I think I’m gay.” “Think? Or know?” Beth asked playfully. “Dooonnn’t push your luck babe,” she said as she kissed her and entangled her fingers in the other woman’s, “Unfortunately, though you have got to get back to work. And then my husband and kids will be home not long after that so…” Beth gave her one last soft kiss before releasing her and standing up and getting dressed. “So I’m going to be busy for the rest of the week okay?” Myra nodded that she understood before putting her own clothes on and escorting Beth to the door. With a final kiss she told her to text her before watching as Beth hopped in her car and headed back to work. When the sound of the engine faded away, she turned around and headed for the living room and began to straighten up, waiting for the time to go get the kids. She thought about Chase and what he’d do if he found out. Giving a mental shrug she decided she didn’t much care. She knew he’d never leave her, and besides… Perhaps it was time for the dynamics of their own relationship to change.