Readers, part II is best appreciated if you have already read part I. This is a story of a sexy but selectively conservative wife who is open to doing practically anything sexual with her husband but has no intention of including others in their sex lives.
He, however, would like them to expand their experiences and realizing that she was averse to such, he decided to see how he could inveigle her to change.
In part I, you get to see how he goes about it and if he has any success.
Part II is a description of the repercussions!
After their visit to Harold and Theresa's house, Jeff and Antoinette were quite happy with the results. They had finally met another couple with whom they were developing a friendship and Antoinette and Theresa were becoming fast friends.
For the next few weeks after their evening out and in, Theresa and Antoinette talked almost every day on the phone. They shared incidents in their married lives, expressing their love for their husbands and their happiness with their relationships.
Occasionally, they peripherally discussed the bathroom incident, but neither one wanted to be the one who took the lead in broaching the subject.
One Friday evening, they decided to meet for drinks after work and chose a hotel with a private bar, near Theresa's house. After a few drinks and general chit chat, Theresa, who was feeling horny and a bit tipsy, raised the issue.
"So, Antoinette," she said, "since you have these very sensitive nipples, what is the sensation that makes you cum?"
Antoinette smiled and responded,
"My nipples have always been extra sensitive. I guess that was God's way of compensating me for my small breasts. I discovered in my teens that if I played with them, I could cum faster than playing with my lady bits. So, I played with them all the time and the more I played, the larger and more sensitive they got!"
The sensation would begin in my breasts and travel down my belly and end up between my thighs. It feels like a tingling heat and next thing I know, I'm cumming!"
"Wow! That's wild!" Theresa whispered. "I just love your nipples. They are so beautiful. I need to apologize because I really don't know what came over me, but I just wanted to suck them so bad, and I hope that you're not upset by my being so bold."
"Upset? No, surprised, yes. I had never been touched by a woman before and it wasn't what I was expecting, but it felt nice. Anytime my nipples get played with is a nice time, for me." Antoinette chuckled.
"I'm so glad," Theresa said, "I would hate to know that I messed up what could be a nice relationship between us."
"You didn't! I found it different but pleasant. As a matter of fact, I was hoping that I would get the opportunity to have more information to make more scientific comparisons between the male and female touch." Antoinette grinned.
"What time have you got to leave?" Theresa asked.
"No special time," said Antoinette. "Jeff is away at a conference, so I am on my own from today until he returns on Sunday."
"Well, Harold is also away on travel, so shall we ditch this place and go to my home where we can conduct some more intimate scientific research?" Theresa demurely asked.
Fifteen minutes later, they were sitting in Theresa's family room, sipping red wine and giggling at their pending laboratory investigation.
"Antoinette kicked off her shoes and said,
"I feel a little grimy after a day at work, would you mind if I took a shower?"
"In my professional opinion, ma'am, a bath would be better," replied Theresa. "I'll draw one for you."
Theresa left her and went to the bathroom where she half-filled the jacuzzi tub, making sure that the water was warm but not scalding. Returning, she held out her hand to Theresa and said,
"Ms. Antoinette, I am Dr. Theresa, would you accompany me to the examination room?"
Antoinette chuckled, took Theresa's hand and said,
"Yes, Doctor, please show me the way."
In the hallway outside the bathroom, Theresa stopped suddenly, pressed Antoinette against the wall and began kissing her neck and ears and nibbling on her lobes.
Antoinette gasped at the unexpected assault and as her passion began to rise, Theresa laced her fingers through her hair, pulling her face to hers until their lips met.
She kissed her fervently and Antoinette trembled as Theresa unbuttoned her blouse. In a voice husky with lust, Theresa rasped,
"Ma'am, we need to remove your clothing before I can conduct this exam. Let me help you!"
As she peeled Antoinette's blouse off, she observed that she was wearing a baby blue padded bra.
"I don't know why you wear a padded bra," she commented, "your breasts are not that small."
"Its not the breasts, Antoinette responded, "its the nipples. When I wear a regular bra, my nipples print out through my blouses, and everyone stares at them all day."
Theresa nodded her head in recognition of Antoinette's dilemma and stooped to pull her skirt and pantyhose down, laying them on the rail outside the bathroom door.
Antoinette was now stripped to her bra and panties.
As they entered the bathroom, Theresa continued on her mission. She unhooked and removed Antoinette's bra and dropped it on top of the hamper, licking her lips as her eyes feasted on the long and now swollen, nipples.
"My God." cooed Theresa, looking at Antoinette in awe, "you are so beautiful!"
Antoinette's neck flushed pink as she heard the lust in Theresa's voice.
"Thank you." She whispered.
Theresa couldn't resist taking the nipples between her thumb and forefinger and tweaking them. Antoinette whimpered.
She then leaned forward and sucked on each of Antoinette's nipples until they were poking out like pegs.
Antoinett shivered and unintelligible sounds emanated from her lips.
Theresa pulled Antoinette's thong down and a string of mucoid exudate stretched from her swollen pussy lips to the soaked panty crotch. She turned her around, bent her over the side of the tub, inserted two fingers into her oozing canal from behind and began fingering her until her juices dripped down her thighs.
Antoinette howled as she grimaced and squeezed her eyes shut. Her mouth opened as if to speak but no sound escaped.
Wantonly, she spread her legs wider, raised up on her toes and curved her spine upwards so that her butt cheeks separated, presenting her pussy lips to Theresa as they unfolded like a blooming flower. Theresa thrust her fingers deep into Antoinette's yawning maw, tapping on her G-spot and driving her into a delirium!
For several minutes, Theresa's fingers played a symphony on Antoinette's organs assisting her in joining the heavenly choir, as she shrieked,
"Oh God-d-d-d!!!...oh-h-h-h Go-o-d-d-d-d!!!!!
Theresa withdrew her soaked fingers and sucked them, then shared the taste with Antoinette by sliding them into her mouth so that she tasted herself.
Giddy with raging passion, Theresa helped her into the tub, guiding her down onto the bench.
Unknown to Antoinette, that bench had a jet positioned right between the sitter's thighs and pointed backwards so that when it was activated, a strong stream of water bombarded the sitter's private parts!
