They watch a porno together

"Perfect," said Rachel, practically purring. "Why don't I put something on for us to watch?"

Rachel opened up her laptop on the espresso coffee table in front of them. Beside her, Penny said nothing, but Rachel could feel her nervous energy buzzing with anticipation.

Penny giggled. “What are you putting on? Is it… Is it a movie-movie, or—?”

“Oh, it’s a movie,” Rachel said, fingers flying over the keys. P—O—R—N—H—U—B. She looked back over her shoulder, not missing the way Penny's hands were fluttering at her sides, as if just itching to get into action. “Just for us girls.”

A moment later, the laptop screen was awash in the opening frames of a tastefully-lit all-female porno.

“You’re not serious,” Penny said, though her eyes were glued to the screen.

“I promise it’s purely educational.”

Penny scooted to the edge of the couch, her eyes wide as she watched the figure on screen move. The women on the screen kissed gently at first, then with more hunger, their hands learning each other’s bodies with precision and delicacy. Penny was riveted, not even blinking. Rachel herself could feel her panties beginning to moisten, craving the sensual touch being depicted on screen.

"You ever seen anything like this before?" Rachel asked.

"I— no," Penny admitted. "They look like they're..."

"Having fun?"

Penny nodded, her lips slightly parted. She looked like she was in a trance.

"You can feel like that too. Let me show you." Rachel didn’t wait for more permission. She placed her hand on Penny's, gripping it gently and guiding it just under the hem of her own dress, where the fabric cut off at the knee. She guided it upwards, slowly, gently at first. "Do you see how they touch each other?"

Penny nodded again, jaw slack. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the women on screen. One of the porn stars was openly moaning now, her clit being rubbed in achingly slow circles by a vicious looking redhead.

"You can touch yourself like that." Rachel guided Penny's hand upwards, towards that radiating heat at her center. Up, up the smooth skin of her thigh, towards that aching wetness. "Just do what feels good..."

Rachel could feel Penny trembling. Not fear. Not nerves. Desire. It was plain in the way Penny's thighs clenched and flexed together, the way her chest rose and fell in shallow snatches. Rachel felt it all beneath the palm of her hand as she inched Penny's fingers higher.

She couldn't wait to see the precise moment when Penny's resolve melted, when the innocent housewife was replaced by a depraved slut. She wanted to be the one to orchestrate it, to hold Penny in her hand and press her until she was transformed.

The porn played on. Rachel watched the screen over Penny’s shoulder, saw the redhead bent over her lover, tongue flicking as a dirty blonde writhed, hands fisting the sheets. Penny’s knuckles went white as she watched, and Rachel leaned in close, lips grazing Penny's delicate ear. “See?” Rachel whispered, her breath hot. “It’s so much better when you just give in.”

Penny’s hand hovered at her thigh, frozen.

Rachel could have left it there, let the tension hover, let Penny squirm. But Rachel was greedy for the snap. She pressed her own palm over the back of Penny’s hand, urging it up, up, until it pressed between the housewife’s own legs.

Rachel felt the heat through the thin cotton of Penny's dress. The woman was soaked. Rachel could smell it, sharp and sweet. She could feel it too, **** and slick and so obviously untouched for far too long. It took all of her resolve to not dive in herself, to not eat Penny out with abandon and make her melt beneath her tongue.

Rachel's voice dropped to nearly a growl. “Touch yourself. Right now. Just rub, slow. Like she’s doing there.”

Penny’s hand obeyed. Her palm flattened against her pubic bone, the heel of it hitting right on that swelling, throbbing bud of pleasure. She shuddered, knees jolting apart a few inches, her breath catching in her throat. "Oh my god, Rachel..."

“Good girl,” Rachel hissed, and meant it. “More.”

On the screen, the redhead sucked at her partner’s clit, her tongue working in tight, filthy circles. Penny’s eyes were saucers, glued to the screen as her fingers worked, awkward at first, then with growing confidence. Rachel's fingers acted as little guides, encouraging Penny to keep moving every time she slowed down, keeping her palm planted firmly against her clit.

“Is that…” Penny gasped, “am I supposed to—god—am I supposed to go faster?”

Rachel let her free hand slide up Penny's side, just grazing the side of the housewife's breast. “Not yet. Build it up,” Rachel said. “Let it hurt a little. Make yourself beg for it.”

A whimper. Penny’s knees drew upward, her thighs parting until the skirt of her dress bunched at her hips, exposing the pink cotton of her panties. She pressed down harder, grinding her knuckles in tight, needy circles. Her breath got wild, harsh and fast.

Rachel withdrew her hand now, letting Penny go to town on herself without help. She watched, enraptured by the tension in the once-innocent housewife's body, the way she shuddered and writhed underneath her own touch. Penny was wind-up tight, so **** she didn’t even realize she was nearly humping Rachel’s side now, her hips rocking with every pulse.

“More,” Rachel murmured. “You’re doing so good. You’re so close already, aren’t you?” She slid two fingers beneath the hem of her own dress, daring to massage her own, now aching, pussy just a little.

Penny whimpered, clutching at Rachel’s thigh for purchase.

On the laptop, the blonde was gone, replaced by an ebony beauty, moaning lewdly as the redhead worked her over with fingers and tongue. Penny’s breathing synced with the porno, guttural and ****.

“C’mon, honey. You want to cum for me, don’t you?” Rachel licked the taste of wine and sweat from Penny’s jaw, claiming the wife as her own.

Penny’s fingers dug beneath the cotton of her panties. Her head dropped back. “God—Rachel—”

“Let it out,” Rachel said, her smile wide at the way this housewife had unraveled for her. “Let it out right now.”

The tension broke. Penny shuddered, and then snapped. Her body convulsed with a low, strangled moan. The sound was raw and **** and absolutely beautiful. Rachel shivered with delight at the way Penny's fingers clawed at Rachel's thigh, digging for something to ground her. For a second Penny froze, breath held, then her whole frame spasmed, her hips jerking in undulating orgasm.

Rachel moaned too, her own cunt throbbing at the erotic nature of the situation. She wanted to rip Penny’s panties aside, bury her face and tongue in the taste of this woman. But she didn’t. Not yet. She let Penny ride it out. The woman bucked on the couch, face buried in Rachel’s neck, moaning over and over as she came and came.

Rachel felt a combination of pity and pride. On the one hand, she'd made this sweet repressed woman into a writhing, slutty wreck in under an hour. At the same time, Penny had only gotten to this point after years of neglect, years of orgasmless hell.

Finally, it was over, Penny slumping against Rachel's chest with one final shudder, breathing hard.

"Oh my fucking god," she breathed. "That was... incredible."

Rachel just smiled. "I know. And guess what?"

"What?"

"The night isn't over yet."