Then she came. It was terrible. Even though I hated him right then, I wished he were fucking me and making me cum instead of her. Then she asked me if I wanted to join the fun. She wanted me to lick her cunt.

She joked that at least then I would get to taste her husband's sperm as I licked it away from her pussy!"

Janet could feel her own body trembling at her sister's story. She knew why Kitty was angry with John for what he had done. She was angry because he had not been honest with her. Love is based on trust, and her lover had betrayed that trust. It was something no one should do.

"And then John said he would suck my cunt while I licked hers. He said everything would be just fine, that there was more than enough of him to go around. His wife seemed to think this was funny. And even then, I loved him. I almost did it, Janet. I almost did it. I thought that if I did, he would love me, love me the way he had before. Besides, licking her cunt wouldn't be so bad. I had done something like that once before. But I trusted him, and he didn't trust me back. Love should be shared, not toyed with. I finally kicked them out of my house. I just lost control. I never heard from him again."

The older woman moved to her sister, noticing that her own vaginal lips had become swollen at the arousing sexual description of her sister's affair. As she moved, she could feel her vaginal juice seep warmly against the sheer nylon of her panty crotchband, and her movements brought her panty tighter against her sensitive pussy. As she put her arm around her sister to comfort her, she felt an additional tingling softness coursing through her loins.