Corrupting Penny in the kitchen [lesbian, cuckold route]

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Rachel pondered for a moment. John was so close to popping that he'd probably already blown his load all over the bathroom sink. He wouldn't be that fun to play with for a while now — damn the male refractory period. Meanwhile, Penny seemed like a harder target, someone who might not fall prey to Rachel's temptations as easily as her husband might.

The challenge was too tantalizing to resist.

In the kitchen, Penny bent over to take a pair of pie pans out of the oven. Rachel stopped at the entrance for a moment, enjoying the curve of the housewife's backside as she did so. "That smells delicious."

Penny turned with a look of surprise. "Oh, thank you! I-I try."

She was flustered, Rachel noted. Was it just nerves about having a house guest? Or did that nervous energy betray a latent attraction?

Beneath the modest clothes was a woman who had gone far too long without a good hard fucking. Rachel knew the type well, neglected housewives who had resigned themselves to a life of cleanup and chores, forever dutiful and loyal — but always on the edge of snapping. She just had to push them a little further...

"Give yourself some credit," Rachel said with a charming smile. "You make all this delicious food, you look amazing, I might add. John must be head over heels for you."

Penny frowned slightly, and Rachel sensed her opening, closing the gap between them like a shark in the water.

"He's a good husband. But... You know how it is with kids."

Rachel just cocked her head, sliding her hand beside Penny's on the counter so that they were almost touching. "How is it?"

Penny looked down, almost ashamed. "It's just... We don't have a lot of time for each other anymore."

"You mean you don't even have sex?"

"What?!" Penny's green eyes went wide as saucers, and Rachel thought maybe she'd pushed just a little too far, too quickly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"No," Penny smiled. "It's okay. John just gets so stressed with work, and our daughter is always hanging around, it's just..."

Rachel reached out to take Penny's hand in hers, caressing it gently. "It's hard. I know. I've been through a dry spell recently too," she lied, squeezing Penny's hand. "You think it's okay, but then those thoughts creep in. Thoughts about what it'd be like to have someone really satisfy you. That pulsing ache in your core, so needy, so **** to be filled... God, I wish—"

Rachel trailed off, letting the air linger with the unspoken fantasy of her words. Penny's gaze had gone slack, like she might be about to start drooling at any moment.

"Sorry," Rachel said. "I don't know what got into me. The point is... I get it."

"No, don't be sorry!" Penny said, a little too enthusiastically. "It's nice to meet another woman who gets it."

"You know," said Rachel slyly. "Just because we don't have men to satisfy us in our lives doesn't mean we can't take care of ourselves."

Penny's brow furrowed, confused. "W-what do you mean?"

"Why don't you let me show you?" Rachel leaned in close to whisper, letting Penny have a seductive view straight down her own cleavage. "I'm inviting you over for a girl's night. Just me and you. Now."

Penny's breath hitched at Rachel's proximity, her body all wound up from the conversation. There was hesitation, but Rachel knew she had the housewife right where she wanted her.

"I... I don't know. I mean, now? We have dessert and—"

"John won't mind, will he? Besides, it really seems like you could use some... relief."

Penny thought for a moment more before nodding, biting her lip. Rachel smiled — Penny was easy too.