Snowday Sex

Carol was here this afternoon. In fact, she just left. She is one of my very best friends, and a swinger. Her husband is a fantastic lover, and together with my hubby, we have had some great times.

This afternoon we had a snowstorm that brought the city to a halt and had suppertime traffic stalled for hours. Carol was stuck in the traffic, inching her way home, when she passed our place. She called on her cell and I was home. I suggested she pull in here for a while and wait until the traffic subsided.

She arrived at the door, soaking wet with snow and cold, not having been prepared for the early winter snowstorm. We kissed at the door as I took her coat, admiring her trim, sexy figure, looking so fine in her business suit. Her sexy breasts looked great under the white shirt she wore.

"Come on, let's go downstairs, I have a fire going." I said, taking her by the hand and leading her down to our rec room. The woodstove crackled a cheery fire, and the room was warm and cosy, a great place to spend a cold snowy afternoon.

I fixed us each a drink as she took a seat on the couch near the fire, tucking her long legs up underneath her.

"Thanks for inviting me in." she said. "I didn't want to sit in that traffic any longer, besides it's cold, even with the car heater blasting."

"You know you are welcome here anytime, you don't need an invite." I replied. She smiled and sipped her Baileys. Her eyes roamed over my body. I had on a pair of black tights, and a short top, having been home all day, relaxing.

"You have the sexiest outfits." Carol said, smiling, her blue eyes catching mine.

"Thanks." I replied, "I owe them all to my darling hubby, who insists I look slutty as much as possible." I laughed, the Baileys was kicking in, I had finished three drinks so far that afternoon.

"Well, it works for you, I'm always horny when I am near you." Carol said, smiling. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, she returned it and in seconds we were locked in an embrace, my fingers undoing the buttons on her white blouse.

I slipped my hand inside her shirt and pulled her soft bra away, grasping a nipple, that was hard. Carol moaned as we kissed, her arms around me. Then it happened. In no time we were naked, both of us, wrapped around each other on the couch. Our nude bodies warmed by the fire, which burned brightly in the nearby woodstove.

She pushed me gently on to my back, my head on a pillow, as she spread my legs, looking at my smooth shaved cunny.

"Do you mind?" she asked, licking her lips in a most seductive way.

I moaned in response, and spread my legs a little, offering her an invitation which she accepted quickly. Her tongue felt soooo good as she licked my vagina, sliding between my lips, flicking my clitoris, probing my folds, tasting my wetness.

My body relaxed as she found the right places, and I was moaning softly, my eyes closed, hands on her head, enjoying her tongue as she licked my wet slit. I put one leg up on the back of the couch, spreading wide, the toenail polish on my foot reflected the firelight.

Carol brought me to one orgasm, then another, her fingers slipping inside of me, pressing upwards finding my g spot, which caused me to scream when I came, bucking hard against her face. She licked me the way a woman knows how to lick a woman, and I lost track of my orgasms, cumming repeatedly until I collapsed, breathing hard, and urged her to pull back, giving me time to recover.

Now, those of you who know me, know that I am not particularly bi, and for the most part, I think I would be described more as a reciever than a giver when it comes to girl girl sex. However, Carol had given me such pleasure, and she looked so sexy, I figured I should reciprocate.

We changed positions until I was between her outstretched long legs. My face close to her pussy, which was trimmed, but not shaved. I hadn't been with a woman with hair before, and I found it exciting.

I lowered my face to her cunny, smelling her womanly scent, which drew me in. I stopped, looking at her pussy, the curly dark hair covering her slit, admiring the pink lips visible beneath her hair. My tongue slipped inside of her, licking slowly, not quite sure what to do. I slid it the length of her cunny, much like she did to me, and felt her clit, hard and poking out, and concentrated there, encouraged by her moans which became louder as I flicked my tongue over her love button.

I had my hands on her thighs, and she held my head, holding me to her pussy, which opened to me, like a flower blossoming in spring. Her wetness covered my face, wetting my lips and chin as she raised her bum from the couch, fucking my tongue, which licked and probed as fast as it could.

She came quick, crying, and moaning, not as loud as me, but her orgasm was evident. I continued licking, and sucking her lips, probing her cunny, tasting her wetness as she came again and again, until she too became tender, and pulled me back, panting.

"Oh My God Mandy, that was good." she gasped. "I needed that."

"I'm glad Honey, I wasn't sure I could do it right."

"Oh you did it right." she answered, still panting, her legs open, as my fingers lightly caressed her soft curly hair. ""Come up here." she said, pulling me gently toward her, kissing me.

I relaxed into her arms and we cuddled on the couch in front of the fire, giggling and laughing, playing with each other's nipples. We were still there on the couch when my husband arrived home from work....

Needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised...and lucky....

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