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It was the night that she had got her final passing grades at nursing college in Dublin. At this time Angie had shared a flat with a girl called Sarah. Sarah was also from a small village in Cork, and they had become friends in the first year at college, then shared a tiny flat for the subsequent two years.
The night had been a heavy session, and both girls had arrived back home in high spirits and totally drunk. They had collapsed onto Angie`s bed laughing on their arrival. It was then that Sarah had kissed her. Not a friends kiss, but a full-on tongue in mouth snog. “What the fuck!” Angie had said, the alcohol still dulling her senses.
It was then that Sarah had confessed her bi-sexuality, and her long-time crush on Angie, and how she had always wanted to, “Fuck the living daylights out of her!”
All of this came as a total surprise to Angie as she had been kept awake on more than a few nights as Sarah`s boyfriend gave her a good seeing to in the bedroom next door. The walls of their flat were as thin as paper, doing little to muffle Sarah`s screams of joy as she was being penetrated repeatedly by Patrick. He was also not the quietest man in the World as he loudly described every piece of the action when Sarah was giving him a blow job or jerking him off.
Angie must have been more than a little tipsy as she allowed herself to be undressed by Sarah, and the two shared a brief night of lesbian sex. Angie had always put her actions down to being inquisitive, and having an attitude of, “Don`t knock it until you tried it.”
Angie wouldn`t have said she didn`t enjoy herself. In fact she had come twice as Sarah got busy between her thighs. Sarah’s tongue did things to her that the men in her life just didn`t seem able to replicate. However, Angie had never felt the urge to duplicate that evening, even though she had gotten a few offers from women over the years prior to her meeting Alan.
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Ayla was now snoring quietly, so definitely fast asleep. Her hand still rested around Angie`s tit, and as she fidgeted in her sleep the fingers brushed over Angie`s nipple tantalisingly slowly. Angie couldn`t believe her body when it started to react to the contact. Her nipples stiffened into hard pebbles, and there was a definite moistening occurring between her legs.
Ayla adjusted her position again, and the leg that was over Angie`s thigh bent at the knee. Ayla´s knee pressed against Angie`s sex and Angie let out a small sigh at the contact. She was getting turned on, and Ayla didn`t know anything about what she was doing to Angie. Angie already knew that when she left this bed Alan was going to get the fucking of his life!
Ayla was a restless sleeper. Her body moving nearly continuously as Angie lay staring at the ceiling waiting for the briefest opening to allow her escape. Angie breathed a short-lived sigh of relief when Ayla`s hand stopped brushing against her rock-hard nipple, but then it moved downwards and cupped around her mons, the fingers resting unmoving on her now rather wet slit. Angie`s body reacted almost automatically, and her hips thrust up against the fingers to encourage them further.
Angie thanked a God that she really didn`t believe in anymore as her hip thrust caused Ayla to adjust her position once more, and she rolled off of Angie and onto her other side, grabbing a pillow before pulling it into a tight embrace as a downy substitute for Angie`s body.
Angie slid silently from under the sheet and made a rapid exit, almost running across the landing and into her own bedroom were Robert was sitting up in bed reading a book and obviously waiting for his wife`s return, He was wearing just the loose shorts. “Everything OK?” he asked.
Angie gave no answer but moved like a flash. Dragging the shorts off him in her desperation. Alan`s cock wasn`t anywhere near hard as she wrapped her lips around it, but the feeling delighted her as she felt him thicken in her mouth. Angie was like a woman possessed as she sucked and licked her husbands penis to get the mouthful of come she so greatly needed. Alan was writhing in ecstasy when her actions reaped the reward of a rather copious amount of her husbands seed spurting into her mouth.
Alan had no clue what had brought all of this on. He just lay back on the bed surprised, and most of all extremely grateful. His surprise multiplied when Angie crawled up his body and straddled his head, her pussy was swollen and obviously aroused as it now pressed on his face. She spoke for the first time since entering the bedroom, “Fucking lick my pussy Alan!”
Angie gripped the headboard with both hands as her husband’s tongue flicked along her slit and over her clit. Her head was thrown backwards, chestnut curls reaching half way down her back. Using her hips she thrust herself against him with an urgency Alan had rarely experienced before. The mewling sounds she made just intensified the excitement as Alan sucked on her clit, which was like a hard nut between his lips. Then she came. An earth-shattering orgasm that had the bed shaking and slapping against the wall, as her hands clasped the head board like talons while her body shuddered and contorted on top of Alan.
It took several minutes before Angie was composed enough to slip down and lay beside her husband. Alan held her still quivering body in his arms as he whispered, “Not that I`m complaining Angie, but what the fuck happened over there to bring on that reaction?”
It took another few minutes before a nearly breathless Angie recounted all that had happened. She also told him everything about her lesbian one-night stand in Dublin, including her admission that she had kind of enjoyed it. Something she had never, ever told anyone else before. Alan listened intrigued, but said nothing as his wife spilled her guts out beside him. Alan only spoke after Angie finished her tale with, “Do you think I`m a closet lesbian or something?”
Seriously he told her, “As a doctor I can tell you that we all are capable of homosexual behaviour. The fact that you were both naked, and that Ayla is a very good-looking young woman helped when she stimulated you sexually, even though those stimulations were unintentional. It was only natural for your body to react as it did, as becoming aroused is just a preparation for the sex act be that with a man or a woman.”
Then he smirked at her and said, “Apart from that. The next time you are having sex with a woman in the spare bedroom you could invite me to join, or at least make a video on your mobile.” This earned Alan a hefty smack on the tummy that stung quite badly.
Chapter 3
Alan and Angie were not in the best of condition the next morning. Angie gave him a casual hand job in bed because, as she crudely told him, “To ensure that she still liked cock more than cunt!”
He was just leaving the shower after Angie had gone to make some coffee and breakfast when he was shocked to see Ayla staring at him from across the hall. Angie had forgotten to close the door. Maybe her lack of sleep had made her forgetful that they had a guest. Alan blushed as he hurriedly tried to cover his private parts with the tiny hand towel he had been using to dry his short hair as he walked into the bedroom.
Ayla`s eyes never left his groin, and Alan started to turn crimson under her stare. “It’s just as I imagined it when I used to fantasise about you in Syria when I was just a stupid teenager,” she said breathlessly, then she was gone, descending to the lower floor and leaving Alan standing naked in his bedroom with his cock twitching at the implications of Ayla`s words.
After breakfast Angie asked Ayla if she wanted to go for a run, but the Syrian girl declined as she had to prepare for the next morning and her first day at the hospital. Angie left the two of them sitting drinking tea and went out the back door.
Alan had never been a man to not confront things head on, so when he was satisfied that Angie wasn`t going to return after having forgotten something he asked in an even voice, “What did you mean this morning Ayla?”
Ayla was not a bashful person it appeared as she said quite casually, and without the tiniest amount of reticence, “When you were in Syria I used to fantasise about having sex with the strong, kind, English doctor. You were exotic and charming and at 14 I was just starting to have those kind of thoughts. Many nights I masturbated in my bed. I had a photo of you and Hameed stuck on my wall. When I fingered myself I used to fold the photo in half so that Hameed wouldn`t witness my shame. I always had to dream up your penis as I had never seen it until this morning. In real life it was just as pretty as I had thought it would be when I imagined it buried within me.”
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