Lesbian Hotwives Confidential:
2017 Lisa Summers
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"Oh my god," moaned Donna. "Yes, kiss me there,"
she said, as she considerately pulled back Kathy's long black hair
from her thigh, where it would otherwise have blocked Matt's view of
the woman kissing his wife right on her cunt.
"I hope she pulls down her panties," Matt
thought."I'm getting fucking close."
"Let me just remove this little cloth," Kathy
giggled, pulling the black strip of fabric from his wife's pussy,
revealing the beautiful pink and red valley of pleasure that he got
to see in the light all too infrequently.
Fresh from their
honeymoon in the British Isles, visiting some of the most historic
and beautiful sights in Great Britain and Ireland, newlyweds Matt and
Donna Hopkins returned to the United States, to their new home in
Edina, Minnesota, a well-to-do suburb of Minneapolis. Matt started
work at Caldwell Printing, owned by Donna's father Phil Caldwell,
looking forward to a career there and eventually taking over the
reins when Phil retired.
Donna dedicated herself
to community work, volunteering at the local Food Pantry, assisting
the poor of neighboring towns in increasing their food security and
especially enjoyed seeing the delight in the eyes of families and
their small children as one of their greatest fears was relieved on a
daily basis through her efforts.
Matt and Donna were
well on their way as two of Edina's more beloved and active citizens,
giving back to their community. In spite of their prominent status,
the two were the most stable, dependable and approachable members of
town, always to be found at the 9 AM Sunday Services at Edina's
Church of the Shepherd, and active in the town's Adult Sports
Program, playing together in the coed volleyball league.
While many in the
community were envious of the couple's happiness and good looks and
obvious love for each other, none were jealous. The two only inspired
the best of human nature in those they met. Many a man wished he were
Matt, and many a woman wished she were Donna.
But, wishing is fun as
long as it's only imaginary. The aphorism comes to mind, "Be
careful what you wish for...you might get it."
you mind getting me a soda from the refrigerator?" 28 year old
Donna asked her maid.
responded the young Irish immigrant, serving as a maid to Matt and
Donna Hopkins. Her service in their upper middle class household
could be her key to entry into the United States, and her first step
toward acquiring a green card, which would allow her to live
permanently there and perhaps someday apply for citizenship.
33 year old Matt
Hopkins glanced at Caitlyn O'Rourke, barely 21 and frankly gorgeous,
tall at 5' 8" with long, ringlets of rich, lustrous dark red
hair, intelligent green eyes, a sweetly freckled complexion and a
charming lilt to her voice. Deep within him he harbored dreams of
fucking every hole on the girl and covering that sweet face with a
flood of his sticky white cum, though the chances of that ever
happening were somewhere between never and never.
Matt loved his wife and
wasn't about to jeopardize his marriage. The fact that his
father-in-law owned the company at which Matt worked was certainly
also a contributing factor to his reticence. However, nothing said
that he couldn't occasionally imagine that he was fucking
Caitlyn when in fact his cock was inside his wife Donna's tight, wet
The girl had just been
with the couple for three months now, and Matt thought that if things
continued as they were, that would be fine. After all, his wife Donna
was hardly ugly herself.
Short brunette hair in
a pixie cut, cute face and cool blue eyes, sweet, even disposition,
the 5' 2" young woman who had won his heart at Middlebury
College when he noticed her playing varsity volleyball years before
was everything that he could ever expect out of life, and the fact
that she came with a sinecure lifetime employment had been a plus,
but certainly not the deciding factor for him.
Although Matt had
adjusted well to married life - he had hardly been a playboy in
college, more of an academic nerd - and was usually more than content
to stay at home with Donna, in the last month he'd begun having
disquieting dreams, dreams of women entangled in each other's hot,
naked arms, breasts heaving with passion, thighs moist and sweaty,
bodies writhing together and summoning him to them.
He'd not been overly
interested in watching women fuck together as a young man, though
like all men, he wouldn't turn his back on a well-crafted lesbian
seduction scene in a movie, his cock pressing uncomfortably in his
pants, leaking pre-cum to be absorbed in his boxer shorts, the
remainder of his fluid either deposited in Donna's sweet, moist cunt
or jerked off into a tissue, disposed of and forgotten, if Donna
wasn't in the mood.
"Be with us,
taste our sex and passion, smell the bouquet of our cunts, feel our
slick, hot wetness on you," his dream sapphic sirens had
moaned, beckoning to him, his cock rising, a fierce urgency growing
there. He'd inevitably awoke, sweating, and had to pause to collect
himself, to reassure himself that there was only his beautiful spouse
Donna sleeping beside him, that there was no bevy of hot, sexy
lesbians hiding elsewhere in the room.
murmured the first time it happened, and had rushed off to the
bathroom to jerk off, his stiff wood almost painful in its arousal.
There he'd at first imagined two beautiful girls fucking each other
as he stroked his shaft, the finish coming so easily.
yeah that's pretty hot," he thought as he cleaned up, and
then flushed the tissue away. He returned to bed.
honey?" Donna asked drowsily, her eyes half closed.
"Yeah, just had to
use the bathroom, go back to sleep," he'd responded. It was
true, after all.
But he found the dreams
reoccurring, almost night after night, and in the last week one of
the fantasy women writhing in uninhibited sapphic sex, her fingers
deep in another woman's pussy, had been his young wife Donna, her
blue eyes heavy lidded with lust and passion, her brown bangs wet and
plastered to her forehead as she spread her legs to allow another
woman, this one anonymous, to eat out her cunt, Donna's voice raised
almost to a shriek of pleasure.
"Oh fuck, yes,
yesss, lick my pussy...fuck, I'm cumming, finger me again and
again..." she'd groaned, just before he woke with a start, her
dream body dissolving before him.
"I can't jerk off
in the bathroom every night," Matt thought, after such an abrupt
return to wakefulness. So he lay sleepless until morning, then jerked
off in the solitude of his steamy shower, his thoughts on a moving
image of Donna licking another woman's wet and eager pussy, her
expression eager, her naked body sinuously writhing as she fingered
herself while her tongue teased another woman's cunt.
It soon became clear to
Matt that he was developing a "problem." A growing
enthusiasm for lesbian sex...and increasingly, involving his
faithful, loving wife Donna.
"Kind of a
weird obsession for me to develop," he thought, but the
image of Donna undressing to reveal her beautiful naked body to
another woman's delight, then doing all sorts of naughty things with
her, had become a great source of masturbatory pleasure for Matt.
Ironically, just as his sex drive was ramping up, Donna seemed to be
cooling down, or at least not matching his increased suggestions for
"Honestly, I don't
know what's gotten into you," she teased him about his pestering
her for sex. "I guess it means you don't have a honey on the
side, thank goodness," she'd say, but as it never really
resulted in more sex he decided to cool the pressure on her, turning
instead to jerking off whenever Donna was out of the house, and
sometimes in the small restroom at work.
avoided viewing the maid Caitlyn as a sex figure, since that
hackneyed scenario of erotic stories - the husband, wife and maid
triangle - would only lead to major trouble for him, and besides he
did love Donna. There just didn't seem to be enough Donna to go
around, what with her missing his hints about more play time
And for her part,
Caitlyn was always modest and shy whenever he was around. He guessed
that she might see him as something like a father figure and was
always pleasant to her, and helpful if he sensed she needed
something, like the time she first ran across the cameras in the
Hopkins' Samsung refrigerator.
"Your fridge has
telly?" she said, incredulous, a wry smile on her face.
Matt's face turned red.
"So we can see what's inside."
"Isn't that what
the handle's for?" she responded.
"Matt has to keep
up with gadgets," Donna said as she passed the kitchen, and then
"And is there a
telly in my room?" asked Caitlyn. Matt was nonplused.
"There will be,"
laughed Donna. Matt knew when he was defeated.
And there was, a 46
inch Visio was installed in the maid's quarters the very next day. A
'piped telly,' as Caitlyn termed cable TV.
Since Donna seemed
content with their love life being on a low simmer - too low for
Matt's needs - he looked around for safe but satisfying substitutes
for humping his wife. On a day when both Donna and Caitlyn were out,
he got onto the Internet for relief, using the desktop Sony in their
Matt Hopkins clicked on
the XsSexTube.com site with the initial enthusiasm with which his
dick always supplied him.
looking forward to this all day," he thought. Perusing the
opening page of the pornographic video site telling him to leave if
he was under 18 years of age (wink, wink), he move on to the index
page that seemed to go on forever, every possible sexual fetish and
kink depicted by a small square representing an image of a video that
contained that particular exciting and fun perversion.
"Fuck, there are
some sick fucking people out there," he mused, making a mental
note to check out some that were new to him. But for now, he was on a
"Okay, looking for
lesbian. But no old women, that's fucking gross. And no butch ones
this time, that's too scary sometimes, especially the dykes with
tattoos over every square inch of their bodies. Just need two sweet
young women looking for a nice, pleasant sexual encounter, maybe with
some pissing or something."
friends eating cunt," the caption said, on the first sample
shown under "lesbian."
"I'll give that a
shot," he said, comfortable in his solitude and speaking out
loud, since the girls, Donna and Caitlyn, and Donna's BFF Maribeth
had been gone for the last ten minutes on an all day shopping trip.
With Donna and Caitlyn gone, he had the house to himself.
Shucking off his jeans,
and pushing his boxer shorts down his legs, he felt free at last,
free of clothing on his already growing cock, and free to indulge his
sexual needs without worrying about being caught. The pseudo leather
of the lounger was cool on his naked ass. He already had a couple of
tissues at hand to clean up the inevitable residue of his passion.
He'd learned his lesson after a previous solitary jerk off party,
when he'd forgotten the tissues and grabbed a sock to clean up his
semen, the gooey white liquid seeming to go on forever, streaming
down his cock and caught up in his black pubic bush.
The stressful moment
had come when Caitlyn brought Donna the crusty sock while she was
doing the laundry. She was befuddled by what it might be, and had
sought out his wife for any special instructions.
"What on earth is
this, Matt?' Donna had asked him, a quizzical expression on her face.
stepped on some spilled mashed potatoes and it got all in my sock,"
he explained, extemporaneously creating a plausible scenario.
"We haven't had
mashed potatoes this week," she reminded him.
"It was at work,"
he said, digging for something believable.
"You eat lunch at
work in your socks?" she responded, with a bemused expression.
"You had to be
there," he shrugged. "What's for dinner?"
His pulse had been
racing as he tried to work his way out of his problem, but at least
it had been a little excitement - outwitting Donna, that is. Jerking
off itself was just...ho hum. If there were some way to make jerking
off more exciting, now that would be revolutionary.
He put his right hand
on his cock, still too soft for really good stroking, and thought,
"Maybe I should use some of Donna's vegetable oil from the
kitchen," then rejected the idea as being both too messy and
taking too long, but he also filed the idea away for possible future
He clicked on the
little triangle on the computer screen and was treated to the two
women of about their early twenties pretending to study on one girl's
bed, then launch into a conversation about whether one had ever
thought about kissing a girl, then the action followed a predictable
course, with clothes flying everywhere, kissing and mouths being
applied to genitals in a very interesting way.
It was about halfway
through this show, with Matt sawing away on his dick, that it struck
him that "Janie," as one of the girls was named, looked an
awful lot like Donna.
Much more so than when
he had begun watching the video.
Perhaps it was
something about the lighting in the girls' bedroom, or the camera
angles of her face between the other girl's thighs, but he would
swear that it was indeed his sweet and loving wife there, nude and
eating pussy, and then licking that girl's brown asshole.
Well, as soon as he
realized that, he imagined to himself that she was indeed
Donna, and he was spying on his wife licking some regrettably plain
girl's wet little pussy and nether hole. It was mere milliseconds
after that thought that he shot a load much more copious than
anything he'd shot before, even while fucking Donna herself.
This was a major
revelation, and while he cleaned himself up, using only disposable
items this time, he built on it, his cock not relapsing into its
usual turtle like nature this time, but remaining semi-firm and, more
importantly, his mind wasn't moving on to the football game coming
up, but rather, "how fucking hot it would be if Donna really
did eat a girl's twat."
did I never think of that before?" he thought, then out
loud, "Yeah, my pure beautiful wife doing nasty things with
another girl and enjoying it, losing control, cumming, her fucking
twat shaking with the sheer ecstasy of cheating on me, and not just
with a guy, but with another woman, That's fucking perverse!"
But the thought didn't really seem that perverted to him.
When he looked down
between his legs he wasn't surprised to see that his recently abused
penis was coming back for more. "Fuck yeah," he breathed,
feeling as though he'd discovered that oysters really do make you
Except that this
aphrodisiac was his alone, and free, to boot.
This time he did
go for the vegetable oil, and a bunch of paper towels, and took his
time picking out another video. After an extensive search he found,
"Maid seduces young wife." The women in this both looked
pretty attractive, and if he made an effort he could easily pretend
that the wife, "Miranda," was actually Donna, wearing a
He pretended that he
had set up a hidden camera, and was catching the whole thing on
video, and now watching it for the first time. Which of course, he
the maid said. "I didn't know what to do with this...do you want
Kathy?" the Donna lookalike said, looking up from a notebook
where she had apparently been entering numbers. Grocery bills, maybe.
that?" Donna (as Matt was now thinking of the actress) asked the
pretty black-haired servant. "Is that a bra?"
"Yes ma'am, I
think so," responded Kathy, now starting to hold the cloth
object as if it had just started to set off a radiation meter.
"Let me see that,"
said Donna, curtly, the tiniest bit of steel entering her voice. She
took the proffered object, then held it out as if she intended to
place it on Kathy's chest. Kathy took a small step backward, aghast.
"It's not mine,"
she protested quickly.
"That is certainly
not mine either," Donna muttered. "I wouldn't be caught
dead in something so cheap...and it's a full cup size bigger than
She stared over at
Kathy. "Where exactly was it? Take me there."
Like a uniformed police
officer leading the great Hercule Poirot (or in this case, Miss
Marple) to the site where the body was first found by a passerby,
Kathy led Donna into the bedroom where Mr. and Mrs. Adams presumably
slept, and pointed under the bed.
she said, her eyes wide and a little frightened.
side of the bed!" hissed Donna. "That rat bastard's
cheating on me!"
Then she began pacing
in a tight circle, while Kathy the cute maid stood to the side,
awaiting the soliloquy.
"He did it again,
and he swore he would never, never look at another woman. Right here
in our bed! He doesn't love me, he never did!" At this, Donna
began to cry, or at least looked like she was.
Kathy stepped forward
hesitantly, then out of the instinct that all women must have, took
Donna in her arms, Donna entering her embrace and sobbing on her
it's alright, Mrs. Adams...Donna," she said, consoling Matt's
wife, patting her back softly and rubbing her hand in little circles
on her back.
"All men are like
that, ma'am" the sweet and pretty servant said. "They don't
deserve our affection."
Kathy," Donna said. "If men didn't have cocks, we women
would never give them the time of day, and they don't even deserve
our attention...and affection."
other...better things out there than men and their filthy little
dingles, ma'am. And no cheating or leaving dirty laundry around
either." She looked meaningfully at Donna.
"What do you mean,
Kathy?" said Donna, confusion on her face.
"Nobody knows a
woman like another woman...Donna," whispered Kathy, and as
awareness dawned on Donna's face, Kathy leaned in to kiss her.
Dumfounded, Donna didn't stop her but didn't react in any immediately
perceptible way, Kathy's full and heavily lipsticked lips pressing
against Donna's, both women's mouths slowly opening and their tongues
Matt was glad that he'd
decided to use the oil at this juncture - he would have rubbed
himself raw before they even got their clothes off otherwise.
Donna moaned. "You're so...different from my husband," she
"In so many ways,"
replied Kathy. "Get on the bed." Donna complied, now under
Kathy's feminine spell.
"Let's get these
clothes off you," Kathy said, already halfway down the buttons
on Donna's pink blouse, then smoothly stripping it off her, leaving
Donna in a black lace demi-cup bra that showed off her beautiful
"Oh my god, I love
your tits!" exclaimed Kathy, her hands caressing Donna's bare
shoulders then briefly tracing over her breasts. "The rest of
your body must be so darling, too," Kathy whispered, fiddling at
Donna's skirt, the garment quickly loosening as she pulled it off her
hips, revealing her matching black lace bikini panties.
"Oh, and I can see
your beautiful slit, baby, your pussy is so wet and excited,"
Kathy cooed, as Donna laid back, her legs parted. Kathy immediately
pounced, her face between Donna's thighs, kissing each one for a few
seconds, then planting a wet one right where Matt figured Donna's
clitoris must be.
"Oh my god,"
moaned Donna. "Yes, kiss me there," she said, as she
considerately pulled back Kathy's long black hair from her thigh,
where it would otherwise have blocked Matt's view of the woman
kissing his wife right on her cunt.
"I hope she pulls
down her panties," Matt thought."I'm getting fucking
"Let me just
remove this little cloth," Kathy giggled, pulling the black
strip of fabric from his wife's pussy, revealing the beautiful pink
and red valley of pleasure that he got to see in the light all too
beautiful," Kathy moaned, as she leaned in and Matt could very
clearly see his wife letting another woman place her wet tongue on
her moist pussy, stroking it over and over and inside her slick
cunt...and that was it, hot spurts of his sticky white cum all over
his hips, his cock and balls, and sadly, all stuck in his pubic
"Fuck! That was
amazing!" he whispered. "I haven't cum like that in years."
He rested for a few seconds, working up the energy to clean up all
the oil and cum, and glanced at the video, where the woman he had
imagined as his wife had her tongue deep inside the maid's pussy.
But this time she
didn't look anything like Donna, and she wasn't at all interesting.
"Caitlyn, have you
been on the computer lately?" Donna asked their young maid,
standing above the seated girl as she read her novel.
Caitlyn answered. "I always check with you first to see if it's
alright, otherwise I just use my phone."
"That's what I
thought, thank you," Donna replied, smiling at the pretty
redhead. As she walked away, Caitlyn glanced up and looked at the
housewife's shapely ass contemplatively. Then she returned to reading
her novel of love during the Whiskey Rebellion.