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Edymaniac: Edy’s Shenanigan with Soldier’s Wife II (18+)

Fatima started to protest but Ezinne cut her off.

“You are a sweet, gorgeous girl and we are army wives. We take care of our own.” They pulled into Fatima’s parking lot.

“Why are we here? I need to get Ali.” Fatima said defeated.

“He’s fine at my house,” Ezinne told her. “We’ll go upstairs. We’ll drink and talk.”

They sat in the dark in the living room, side by side on the couch with their feet pressed to the edge of the table. Fatima had a bottle of wine and they shared it and Ezinne shared her story.

“I slept with another man when my husband was first deployed.” She admitted. ” I regret it to this day and I always will. I was just like you. I was young. My body was soft and firm in all the right spots. Men looked at me at the store when I shopped. And I got lonely. He was gone for more than a year and I needed him. Deep inside I needed him, but it got to the point where I thought any man would do.”

Ezinne put her hand on Fatima’s knee.

“Baby, they won’t do.” Fatima let the hand stay but looked away to the other wall. “You may not regret it in the morning, but he’ll come home and as you hug him it will be at the back of your mind.” Ezinne looked over at her even though they could barely see each other.

Fatima sat in silence for a moment comparing notes. She liked to think she was better than that, but she wasn’t better than Ezinne. They drank down the wine with a long silence.

“Does he know?” Fatima finally asked.

“No.” Ezinne confided.

“So what did you do after that?” Fatima asked.

“I found other ways.” Ezinne sat up.

“Like toys.” Fatima laughed nervously.

“And other ways.” She repeated.

Fatima sat up now. “Well, like what? Help me.”

Ezinne reached up and pushed a lock of hair from Fatima’s face. She leaned in and gently kissed her. It was like a static charge to Fatima’s lips, she jumped back away from Ezinne.

With her fingers to her lips now, “Ezinne! I…I’ve never done that.” Fatima was shocked “And what about all that stuff about regret?”

“I’m not a man.” She said simply. “That’s what I did, I turned to women. It’s what a lot of us do. While they’re gone we take care of our own.” Ezinne just put it out there.

Fatima didn’t know what to say. Her heart was pounding and this was a lot to take in. Ezinne just sat patiently.

Fatima sat back down but at the very end of the couch. “So…so you’re a lesbian?”

Ezinne laughed. “No, I love men, but I only want to love MY man. While he is gone, it helps.”

Fatima’s mouth was open as she put it all in her mind. She reached for more wine and drank a whole glass quickly.

“And it’s worked?” the younger woman asked doubtfully.

Ezinne gently took Fatima’s fingers in her hands, making a connection. “Ikenna has been my only man ever since. I can stay faithful to him and I think it really helps that the other woman is going through just what you are. You understand each other.”

Maybe it was so much wine, maybe it had been too long, but Fatima thought of it. She had never been with a woman. The thought was foreign to her. ‘When Ezinne had kissed her though, there had been electricity there’ she thought, ‘but maybe it was just the shock of who it was? But rubbing her own pussy was not working’ her mind admitted ‘and she didn’t want to do that to Musa. She loved him.’

“What do we do?” the Fatima asked timidly. Her stomach was agitated.

Ezinne rushed closer, closing the gap between them. She pushed her fingers through the young wife’s soft hair. “I’ll do everything,” she said softly with her accent even thicker. Slowly she leaned in and barely brushed her lips across Fatima’s. She gently put soft butterfly kisses all over her lips. Nothing like any man would do. She stayed there just puckering the sweet young thing.

Fatima just sat there nervously, letting herself be kissed. Then she felt Ezinne’s hand leave her hair and trail softly down her back. Ezinne ran her nails slowly down her spine. It made Fatima arch her back and press into the kiss. Ezinne licked those soft red lips, letting Fatima breathe deeply as she rubbed up and down. The older woman took Fatima’s other hand and pressed it to the front of the dress. She held her hand over Fatima’s and helped the sweet thing massage her own breast. Fatima kept her eyes closed. She didn’t think of Musa. She didn’t think of anyone or anything. She was just there.

Ezinne gently pushed her head into the curve of Fatima’s neck. ‘There was electricity now’, Fatima felt and made a quick intake of breath. The woman breathed hot air on the back of her neck as she nibbled softly at Fatima’s jugular, little bites and tender kisses that sent jolts through her nervous system straight to the sex between her thighs. Fatima bit her lower lip but sat with no other response.

The older woman went slowly, running her hands up and down both sides of the silk dress, then meeting in the middle across Fatima’s still nervous tummy. Neither woman said anything. There was no pillow talk. Ezinne slides her hands softly across the thighs of sweet Fatima, running her fingers just up and down the firm outer parts, while her lips returned to kiss the girl. Ever so slowly Fatima parted her lips to open up for the woman. It was the first act of participation she had shown so far. Ezinne still didn’t rush it. She let her tongue explore just inside those sweet lips and grazing across Fatima’s teeth.

Fatima was breathing harder, she was getting excited and she was tingling between her legs. She was moving her body now to meet Ezinne’s touches. She let the older woman’s tongue inside her mouth. Still, she trembled though, she was so nervous but it was slowly melting away. She could feel Ezinne’s thumbs, each pushing across her nipples as the woman’s fingers rubbed under her breasts. Slowly Fatima raised her own hands to the neck of her dress. She began to unbutton it, then down the side of her right breast. Her fingers worked it open, each button giving till she reached her side where the opening stopped.

Ezinne paused and watched what was given. Fatima pushed the material open till Ezinne could see that brown skin in the soft moonlight from the window. Little rosebud nipples stood straight out, excited and hard. Ezinne gently reached forward with just two fingers and rubbed across one hard nub and then quickly to the other. Fatima let her head ease back as she opened her mouth and sighed. Her tender nipples ached from being so excited and finally, she broke the silence between them.

“Suck them.” She said just above a whisper, pleading but still so nervous.

Ezinne heard it though. Her entire world right now was this sweet young thing and the responses she was invoking. The older woman knelt on the floor but not between Fatima’s legs. She was at her side and wrapped her arms around the young mom and pulled her closer. She took the right nipple straight into her mouth. Sweet Fatima couldn’t take any more teasing. Ezinne suckled as much flesh as would fit in her mouth with the nipple as the cherry center. Her tongue swirled around it and flicked it as her mouth sucked the boob. Fatima moaned loudly with her eyes closed and facing the heavens.

Ezinne put her right hand in Fatima’s lap and pushed down on her pussy there. Fatima responded by opening her legs. Ezinne smiled inside. Her hand went down and under the dress, finding nylon panties covering the tender pussy. She let her two fingers move up and down the material, following the curve of Fatima’s pussy. Slowly she felt Fatima’s arms wrap around her head as she sucked that rock of a nipple.

Ezinne broke from her but still rubbed that wet pussy through her underwear. She looked up at Fatima, who opened her eyes and looked at her.

“Kiss me,” Ezinne said.

“I can’t.” Fatima shook her head nervously.

“You have.” The older woman said.

“You kissed me, and I let you,” Fatima argued weakly.

“Then kiss me and be a part of this.” Ezinne urged.

Fatima bit her lower lip. She made up her mind and moved her head down. Halfway there she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She kissed Ezinne, slowly pressing in until their lips sealed. Fatima even brought her hand up to her friend’s cheek. It was Ezinne’s turn to moan and she pressed her fingers into Fatima’s exposed breasts. She pushed into the girl pressing her back into the chair. Ezinne got from her knees and nearly lay on top of her. Her thigh pressed in between Fatima’s legs and their bodies mashed together. Fatima held the kiss though and held Ezinne’s face as they slide down into the couch with the older woman on top. Thighs mashed into pussies and breasts collided together, as they held each other.

Fatima’s mind was just lust now. She didn’t think about what was right or wrong by society. She was being loved and her body being played. Her pussy was rocked against a firm thigh and her little clit was poking from its hood. Ezinne was trying to push the dress up and pull those panties down.

Fatima broke the kiss, “Stop, don’t ruin my dress!” she said urgently, thinking about the beautiful dress that Musa adored on her.

Ezinne sat back on her heels and giggled when she let the girl up. Fatima stood and pulled her white arms from the dress and pushed it down her slim hips to fall at her feet. She carried it up and laid it carefully on Musa’s chair. She turned back to Ezinne who was watching her.

“Aren’t you going to get undressed too?” Fatima asked almost disappointed.

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