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The Making Of A Slut Wife: The Trilogy
(Traci Wilde)

"You know you don't need to help with the dishes."

"I know," I said. "But I can't just sit in there with Joey and Marshal while you are out here doing all the work."

I turned toward the sink and start rinsing a couple of the plates, getting them ready for the dishwasher when I felt Angie standing right behind me, her hands on my shoulders. If it were anyone else I'd no doubt have flinched, maybe stepped away, but Angie and I have been closer than sisters most of our lives. It's odd that she is this close to me, hands on me, but not distasteful, or even particularly alarming.

Then she starts massaging, gently squeezing along my shoulders, her body against me.

"Angie?"

"I know," she whispered, her lips brushing my ear.

I'm clueless at first, confused by her words, thrown by her intimacy. Then a thought dawns, and I feel as if the bottom drops out of my stomach.

"Kn...know what?"

She kisses the back of my neck, wraps her arms around me, her hands tracing the contours of my breasts.

"What you did," she answers, her voice deep and low and sultry.

I put the plate down, slip my hands up under her arms, push her arms from me then I whirl to face her. I'm disoriented for a moment, her face is so close to mine. I lean back against the sink, trying to put some separation between our faces. She nibbles on her lower lip, you know, like those models on television do, looking so pensive and unsure yet ever-so-sensual.

"Angie, I don't know wh??""

She cuts me off by pressing her lips to mine. I suspect my eyes grew as large as half dollars. I was so shocked I felt stunned, unable to think, to react, to even move. She pressed her lips to mine, reached up and cupped her hands around my head, held me in place while her tongue slipped ever-so-slightly between my lips.

My body, my mind, was traveling a thousand different directions at once. I tried pulling away, yet found myself returning her kiss, I lean back, attempting to put space between us, yet my hands reached up, resting on her shoulders before sliding down her body, lightly holding her.

Finally she broke the kiss, ran her left hand down the right side of my face, then across my chest...

"Angie?" I'm not sure what was in my voice, what I wanted her to say, but what did come from her mouth was unexpected.

"I know exactly what you did," she said, a small, teasing grin playing on her face. "Do my lips feel familiar?" With that she leaned forward and kissed me again, hard, stabbing her tongue deep inside my mouth, tasting, playing, exploring. 

I couldn't help myself. God almighty, with our husbands in the next room, possibly walking into the kitchen unannounced at any second, I couldn't help myself. I cupped her head with my hands, holding her in place, my fingers in her long, dark hair, my own tongue now inside her mouth. We stood like that for a long time, then she gradually pulled away, a tiny stream of saliva stretching between our mouths before breaking, dangling from her lip. She wiped it away.

"Still don't remember?"...