Dee was still standing in the driveway by her car when Thom's wife Missy came out. Missy made an “Mmmmm” sound as she walked closer. “You look hot. What's Jack getting up to?”

Dee bit her lower lip and shook her head. She tried to smooth her clothes out but only succeeded in making herself look more disheveled.

Missy looked at her closely. “Come with me. We'll have some tea and girl talk.”

Dee nodded. “Thank you. I think I'd like that.”

Missy put her arm around Dee's waist and urged her inside.

Missy pulled a chair to the kitchen table for Dee. “Please,” she gestured.

Dee sat primly, but her dress was still pulled high, exposing thigh.

Missy inhaled sharply and turned. “I make my own blend of tea. It's purple.”

Dee frowned and tried to pull the top of her dress higher.

Missy glanced over her shoulder. “Oh, please. Leave it that way. I told you it looks hot.”

They sat in silence until the kettle whistled a wheeze.

Missy took two homemade tea packets from a tin canister. She smiled and waggled a finger at Dee. “Watch”

She put a packet in each of two cups and slowly let the hot water drizzle over them. Dee looked at Missy and then at the cups. The steamy water was turning an odd shade of lavender.

Missy touched her left breast, “Want to see?” She opened her blouse revealing a runic tattoo. “Witchy woman,” she said with a shy laugh but left part of her breast exposed. “Do you think it's pretty?” She paused. “My purple tea? Have a taste.”

Dee liked the warmth of the cup she held. The light purple tea drew her eyes as she took a tentative sip. It tasted like a heated summer afternoon in a wild meadow. Herbal and floral and somehow faunal, too, with a muskiness that sent unconscious signals from her nostrils straight to her brain. It smelled like sex in the forest. Dee inhaled the aroma deeply and closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, Missy's cup was empty and Thom's wife was gently urging Dee's thighs apart where she sat. Missy's voice seemed fuzzy and husky. Dee could barely hear the soft whispering,

“You look so hot, Dee. Like you've just fucked someone.” Missy's hands moved upward to Dee's hips and pulled her closer. “Did you just fuck Jack? I want to taste it.” Dee swallowed hard. Not since fooling around a little in college had another woman...done that. She trembled at the fleeting memory and felt Missy's mouth encircled the crotch of her panties.

“Mmmm, still wet,” Missy murmured. “So hot. You're burning up.” Missy's fingers began pulling Dee's panties aside as her mouth encircled her neighbor's pussy lips and tongued her.

Dee's mind was whirling. It felt wonderful, but what was she doing? She'd just seen her husband sucking another man's big cock and now her neighbor was eating her pussy with yielding abandon.

“You taste so good, Dee.” Missy lips embraced Dee's swollen clitoris and her tongue tapped butterfly kisses and sweeping licks, she stopped suddenly with a gentle kiss. Looking up into Dee's eyes, she whispered, “Thom and I have fantasized about making you cum with our mouths for ...like...forever, Dee.”

“What?”

“We have. It's one of our favorite fantasies. He'll be so jealous. Until he gets to do this, too. With me. Would you like that, Dee? Say you would. Say you'd love to cum on my mouth and Thom's at the same time. So fucking hot.” Missy dipped her head lower and began licking faster. She continued a stream of whispered dirty talk, telling Dee how good her pussy tasted and how much she wanted Dee to cum. "Anything you want me to do, just say it. Tell me, Dee.”

Dee sank back limply. She sighed loudly. “Make me cum, Missy. Make me cum with your fucking hot mouth.” Her fingers reached out and took a handful of Missy's hair and started rubbing her pussy harder against her neighbor's wet mouth.