The Mocha Club... A Wife's Awakening

She couldn't work out whether it was the potent marijuana, or Didi and her intoxicating presence that affected her so strongly. In truth, it was both. She felt as though she was in a dream. That none of this was real. But she knew it must have been because of the way her body was responding. So she just gazed at Didi, smiled and nodded her agreement.

"Good girl." Didi purred.

And when she knew she had the dancers' attention, she leant close to Fran, and planted a soft butterfly kiss just behind her ear. Her full lips brushing the sensitive skin, then puckering slowly, capturing a thin sliver of flesh between them. Nibbling on it for a long moment before her lips parted and planted another soft kiss on Fran's neck.

Fran closed her eyes. An involuntary moan escaping her lips; loud enough to reach her admirers ears. Didi's talented lips and fingers were driving her insane. Didi's full, sensuous lips were barely gazing her skin and yet every soft touch felt like tiny bolts of electricity surging through her body. She shivered again as Didi brushed her ear once more;

"How am I doing sugahhhhhh?" She purred...enunciating the last word carefully.

As the low seductive whisper reverberated through Fran's mind, she leant against Didi. Allowing herself to mold into the woman's voluptuous, rubenesque body.

Did smiled. "Perfect..." she thought to herself. And cocking her head to the side, she sent a knowing glance towards the guy Fran had been dancing with. He had stopped dancing, and was stood with a crestfallen look on his handsome face. The message was chillingly clear. He'd lost out on the prize.

This little lamb was hers to be taken.

Fran's eyes opened. They were already somewhat glazed, and the heavy beat of the music was burning into her brain. The bass was thumping through the air, her tight body was already on edge, beyond sensitive, and the added effect of the weed made this too much for her to handle.

"You okay, baby?" Didi softly murmured.