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Mrs. Robbins was hot. I knew I shouldn't want her, but ever since that day I found her in a compromising position with another woman I couldn't get her out of my head. The problem was, Mr. Robbins wasn't so bad either. Did I really have to choose between the two of them,or was there another way?
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Piper (MFF Encounters)
Copyright Aug 2015
By Katrina Millings
I sat with my best friend, Emma, at the dining room table. We were cramming for finals. I’d turned nineteen a month earlier and if I could just pass chemistry, I’d graduate next month. Emma was good at math and science, so she swore she’d get me through it. Mrs. Robbins had been the one to suggest I spend the weekend with them and get as much studying in as possible. She was now in the living room watching television while Mr. Robbins was out playing golf.
I preferred studying at Emma’s house anyway. Her parents were much more laid back than mine. They never complained if we played our music too loud, or had boys over, even when it was clear we were doing more flirting than studying. There was another reason I hung around the Robbins’s home as much as possible, too, but Emma didn’t know anything about that.
The Robbins had invited my family to their anniversary celebration a couple of weeks ago. It was a huge party with five star catering. When it came time for the couple to make a speech, Mrs. Robbins was nowhere to be seen. Mr. Robbins asked us girls to help look for her. Emma suggested I run upstairs to check the bedroom, thinking her mother was probably freshening up her makeup or something. Mrs. Robbins was a beautiful woman who always looked her best. In her late thirties, her skin was still flawless and her body was lean and tone. I imagined it took some time at the gym to pull that off and surely lots of time in front of the mirror, getting her hair and makeup just right. That’s where I expected to find her when I pushed open the bedroom door, but she wasn’t standing at the mirror, fixing her appearance. She was in another woman’s arms.
Mrs. Robbins had her fingers entwined in the woman’s hair and she was kissing her hard. Her other hand couldn’t be seen. It was lost somewhere up the woman’s dress. I could see it moving underneath the sequined material. Whatever she was doing to her friend, it sounded as though the woman liked it very much. She was moaning into Mrs. Robbins’s mouth and her hips were swaying sensually back and forth. To turn and leave before I was noticed would have been the smart thing to do, but I was glued to the spot. A part of me thought I should be disgusted by what I was witnessing, Mr. Robbins was a good man as far as I was concerned and she was cheating on him. Yet, I didn’t find it appalling at all. In fact, I was well aware that my pussy was growing wet as I went on spying. I realized I couldn’t look away because I wished more than anything for her to kiss me like that.
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