Being a stay at home mom can be tiresome sometimes. I starts every day with an early morning 5am wake up just so I can get a quick work out in, shower and hopefully have just enough time for a quiet cup of coffee and breakfast before the kids wake up. Once that happens I make sure they are dressed, teeth brushed, hair done, chores done, lunches made, breakfast ate and everything in their back pack for the day. We leave early and walk a half a mile to drop kids off to school.

Once the kids are dropped off it’s a quick walk home where most days I spend them mopping, dusting, vacuuming and doing dishes until 3pm. Then I pick up the kids, feed them a snack, and get dinner started so that everything is ready by 5pm when my wife returns. After that its dishes again, cleaning up after dinner, packing my wife’s breakfast and lunch for the next day and bedtime routine for kids. If I am lucky I get a family movie or board game. Most nights I go to bed exhausted from the day.

As a stay at home mom, you begin to make friends with others like yourself. I have only made a handful of other mommy friends. We all kind of stand out in the typical crowd. We try to get together once a week for lunch while the kids are at school and the younger ones nap for some quiet time, adult conversation, and an occasional margarita or mojito. One week was especially stressful for one of the girls. Marisol lives about a mile away, she has a husband and three children, all of which are in school during the day. She put a “bat call” out for us all to get together one Thursday morning. We started out with the typical brunch and made some yummy mojitos. Small talk about daily stressors and confided is us about how lonely she has been lately. Her husband works grave yards and recently he has been more distant than normal. We all consoled her and sipped away our cares with each drink. We ended up talking for hours about our sex lives, I don’t mean to brag, but mine is the best of all. I’m in a same sex relationship so a lot of the problem “they” have, I have never had to worry about. My partner is always willing to go down on me and make sure I reach orgasm. She is always waiting with a hard cock, and it never softens. Even after hours and hours of orgasms. We are so open with each other when it comes to sex, we never have to second guess what each other needs. But I carried on the conversation as any friend would do. I even helped chime in with some ideas on how to spice things up a bit. We all ended up getting pretty toasted by 3pm so we all took a walk to pick up the kids. No one wanted us on the streets.

The next morning Marisol called and asked to come over. She didn’t want us all to get together, she just wanted to come over and talk to me alone. I decided to make a fresh pot of coffee and some cookies while she walked over. Now I have always had a bit of a crush on Marisol. My wife knows what she does to me and uses it to turn me on in bed. I’m typically more into butch lesbians, but Marisol has such a beautiful face and even after 3 kids, her tits are so nice and firm. She is also a bigger girl, which I appreciate, because she is a lot like me. She is probably about 200 pounds, but her curves are all in the right places. She stands about 5’4” and her tits are at least a 38 D if not slightly bigger. We are the two in the group of moms that always get a long the most. We both have Hispanic back rounds and big families with lots of drama. We just always understand each other so well.

When I answered my door, I was a bit surprised. She was in a pair of sweat pants and a low cut spaghetti strap shirt with no bra. Her hair was thrown up in a messy ponytail and she looked as though she had been crying. This was not a typical Marisol. She is normally always in matching outfits, hair done, with makeup to match her beautiful face. I immediately invited her in and poured her a cup of coffee. We sat on the back porch swing so we could talk. She burst out about the the feelings she has held inside and how unhappy she truly is. She continued by telling me that she has been holding it in when we all get together because she doesn’t want the other girls to really know how she feels. She admits that she is much more open to me than the others and didn’t want them to think of her any differently. She talked about how her husband barely touches her anymore. It has been months since they last had sex and even then he was quiet and distant. She doesn’t know if he is cheating or if he has just lost interest in her. He still tells her he loves her and he does everything else a husband should do when providing for the family, but she is so lonely for touch and love. I took her into my arms and let her cry for a few minutes to get it all out. I know first-hand what she is feeling coming from a past relationship of no communication and no love. After she stopped crying she wiped her tears and as she looked up to say thank you, I gently caressed her face and kissed her. I’m not sure what came over me. I think I just felt that she really needed to know she was cared about.

Now my wife and I are very open with each other, and although neither of us have gone to that next step of including others in our ventures, we have talked about it several times before. I decided, in that one moment, that I was going to convince Marisol to stay over and have some fun one night. I knew just how to do it too.

Marisol pulled away a little stunned and a little blushed from the kiss I had just planted on her. She was so flustered she didn’t quite know what to say or how to react. I told her it was ok. I couldn’t help myself and that it was a small jester of friendship. She admitted that she had never been with a woman before, but that it was one of the best kisses she had ever had.

Right then, I had text my wife and told her to turn on the upstairs camera for her viewing pleasures. We had installed cameras in the house when we moved in to keep an eye on our kids from all parts of the house. We don’t use them as much anymore, since they have gotten older, but we found another use from them. They can be remotely monitored from an app on our cell phones or computer, so sometimes I will let her know to watch and then I put on a little show for her. It helps set the mood for some awesome sex when she gets home from work. So when I told her this, that’s what she assumed I was doing. Maybe rounding up some toys to play for a little while. Or her favorite, me just lying on the bed with nothing but my fingers and making myself squirt all over our sheets. But this time, she got much more than she bargained for.

I explained to Marisol that if she needed sexual release that I could make her squirm. I told her all she has to do is come upstairs and let me please her. She was hesitant at first, after all, we were both married and she could believe that my wife would be ok with it, but she couldn’t quite ignore the fact that just that one kiss made her pussy pulse with anticipation of what could be. It didn’t take much more convincing before I was leading her upstairs to our bedroom.

I immediately backed her up to our king size bed and kissed her as I pushed her down. She was starting to kiss me back as I ran my hands down her shirt and underneath. I finally felt just how firm her tits were. They were just slightly smaller than my 42DD’s as I squeezed and played with her nipples. Feeling her breath shudder against my lips. As I pulled up her shirt over her head I gently kissed my way down her neck and down the center of her breast. I could tell by the way she sighed that she hasn’t been touched for too long.

I made my way down to the waistband of her sweats and could smell an aroma of sweet pussy. I grabbed each side of her sweats and gently pulled them down over her full hips. I felt her slowly lift her butt up so I could slide them off. I realized then she wasn’t wearing any panties. After getting off all of her clothes and seeing her lie there so vulnerable, I pulled my own shirt off revealing my firm tits. I got back on top of her to kiss her again, feeling our nipples make contact with each other. I felt her holding her breath every step of the way and nervously place her hands on my side. I whispered to just lay still. This was my time to take care of her and make her feel good. She put her head back and took a deep breath as I placed a finger against her untouched mound.

As I made my way back down to her glorious nipples, circling them with my tongue and biting so gently, I started rubbing her clit with my fingers. I could feel her slowly start loosening up and thrust against me. Soon I felt the wetness linger from her sweet hole and reach her clit. I knew I was pushing all the right buttons. I could tell that she needed to cum so bad. I intentionally got her to the brink of cumming before stopping her. I had her in my complete control.

Although I wanted to go slow with her, as this was something new and adventurous, I also wanted to make sure she wanted more and more. I wanted her to never regret following me up my stairs. After leaving her on the verge for a few minutes I made my way back down her curvy belly to the sweet smell I smelt just moments before. This time I used my hands to spread open her thick legs. I looked up for the okay from her before I indulged. He eyes closed and her head back was all the sign I needed. I stuck my tongue to her clit and sucked on it gently. I ran it down her beautiful slit to the juices that were ever flowing from her pussy. She was so wet and she continued to thrust her hips into my face. I found my tongue on her clit once more as I twirled it around and around. Sucking on it and making is nice and hard. I felt her on the verge of cumming so I moved my tongue down to her hole and stick it in as far as I could and lapped up all the juices. Then I flicked her clit over and over and faster and faster until she thrust her hips deep into my face and came all over me.

As soon as I felt her relax, I looked up to see her smiling and completely exhausted. It was a mix of utter enjoyment and confusing to what just happened. As I made my way back up to her I kissed her once more. Forcing her to take in her smell and her sweet taste. She was hesitant at first, but then gave in and kissed me back. As we lie there for a few minutes coming off our orgasm high, I told her that she was welcome to come play anytime she wanted. And that my wife and I would always make sure she is satisfied. I told her of all the fun we have together and convinced her that she needs to find a sitter tonight for some more fun.

As I handed her a towel to clean up and we got dress, she confessed that coming over today she was secretly hoping that something like this would happen. She has always been curious about my sex life and wondering if the stories I told her were true.

I walked her downstairs and she headed home feeling light headed and happy for the first time in months. Let’s just see what happens tonight when she comes back.

After Marisol left my wife immediately text me a picture of her hard clit. She was watching our little sexcapades in her office and got so wet she had to head to the bathroom with her mini vibrator that she keeps tucked away for emergency play sessions. She was so shocked that I actually took one of our fantasies and made it come true and was so excited to see what was in store for later that night that she had to go to relieve her throbbing between her legs. We had already lined up a sitter for the night to go to a diner and a movie. Now we have something much more enjoyable waiting for us when we get home.

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