Whispering Woods was a beautiful neighborhood on the outskirts of a large town. The houses were all two-story brick in a colonial revival style and each home had a perfectly manicured lawn, landscaped with tasteful boxwoods and evergreens. It was the kind of place where no one ever planted perennials because it would have been an atrocity if two side-by-side yards color schemes’ were to have clashed. People were careful not to assault their neighbors’ eyes with garish displays of individuality. The residents of Whispering Woods were the modern version of 50’s America. Every couple who lived there was either retired or just starting out. All the younger men worked office jobs while their wives stayed home to care for the house and the kids. This left the retirees to manicure their lawns and keep tabs on the younger residents. Everyone knew all of their neighbors and everything about them. Lindsey, Ellen, and Kristen were twenty-something homemakers in this close-knit suburban housing development.

Lindsey was a petite, small breasted, blue-eyed blonde who hated her husband’s banking career. The profession was too conservative for her tastes and it forced her to keep her otherwise bubbly personality in check. Being noticeably happy could be misconstrued as overly emotional in her spouse’s work circle and having an excitable wife could make him look bad to his superiors. Banker’s wives were best as eye candy.

Ellen’s husband was an architect. His profession allowed for some degree of creativity and individualism as long as it didn’t offend the clients. Ellen took advantage of this and would experiment with varying shades of red dyes to see which ones would accentuate her green eyes the best. At home, she loved to waltz into a room and tease her husband by letting her hair cover one eye as she leaned over him, displaying her firm round breasts to their best advantage.

Kristen was the wife of divorce attorney. She was a voluptuous brunette with deep chocolate brown eyes. She was the type of woman that when she walked down the street you could hear the neighborhood wives slapping their husbands for having wandering eyes. Kristen enjoyed the attention because it reaffirmed her attractiveness. This was something her husband rarely did. She sometimes doubted he thought of her as anything more than a nanny and a maid.

The three women lived beside each other, Lindsey’s house being flanked by Ellen and Kristen’s. At first their friendship was based more on the common thread of their dissatisfied home lives, but over time it had grown into a close relationship. Each day, once the husbands were off to work and the kids to school, the women went about their daily tasks until lunchtime when they would all meet at Lindsey’s for a midday meal and to watch their favorite soap.

This routine had been going on for several years and Lindsey, Ellen, and Kristen had grown extremely close. The other residents discussed the women and their lifestyles in hushed voices over white picket fences on a daily basis. They were thought of as wild women because the people around them could sense their ability to think for themselves. The three of them refused to be hammered into the mold of Stepford Wives and they depended on their friendship for support when the rumors became too hard to take.

One morning, Lindsey, Ellen, and Kristen were having their lunch and watching the small TV on Lindsey’s kitchen counter when they noticed a couple of old ladies across the street. The two were whispering to each other and pointing at Lindsey’s house. Without being in earshot, the three friends knew what was being said.

“I guess the gossip mill is starting up early today,” Ellen said.

“I didn’t know it ever shutdown,” Kristen said joining Ellen at the kitchen window.

“You are both as bad as they are for looking out the window at them. Ignore them. They want us to have a reaction,” Lindsey replied.

“Have you guys heard the latest about us?” Kristen asked with a knowing smile.

“No and I don’t care to. . .”

“Lindsey, you are no fun. If we have to be the subject of gossip we can at least enjoy the stories,” Ellen said.

“Yeah, why should those old bats get to have all the fun? If they weren’t so boring we could talk about them,” Kristen laughed.

“Right, the most interesting thing they do is go to the grocery store. I mean, what can you say -Myrtle Lawson buys generic instead of name brand laundry detergent,” Ellen said giggling.

“You know someone could be picking up something for erectile dysfunction.” Kristen said.

“If you were married to those old hens, wouldn’t you need a pick me up, too?” Lindsey said.

The three friends broke into laughter. It was usually Ellen and Kristen who would make the snide comments about the neighborhood gossips but when Lindsey spoke up she was scathingly hilarious.

“Alright, what’s the latest on us?’ Lindsey relented to her curiosity.

“The buzz is we are lesbian lovers who meet here each morning to satisfy each other,” Kristen said.

“You’re not serious,” Lindsey said.

“I had heard that too, “ Ellen said. “ The woman who lives on the other side of my house told me. She said she only mentioned it because she thought I should be aware of what people were saying, but I think she enjoyed seeing my reaction.”

“Great, leave it to old retired people with lots of spare time.” Kristen sighed.

“Why would people want to say such things?” Lindsey asked trying to divert attention from her. She was beginning to feel excited at the prospect of knowing her friends more intimately but trying to act nonchalant about it. Her cunt was moist at the thought.

“Maybe they are jealous of the way I touch your cheek,” Ellen said brushing her hand across Lindsey’s face.

Outwardly, this was meant to tease her friend but the look they shared conveyed the desire between them. The sexual tension between Lindsey and Ellen was tangible. Kristen sensed it and she was not going to be left out.

“What about me?” Kristen moved towards Lindsey to kiss her lips while she grabbed Ellen’s ass.

The women could feel their nipples harden with anticipation. Kristen forced her tongue into Lindsey’s mouth while Ellen encircled them both with her arms.

“Let's go to the couch in the living room. The curtains are closed in there. No one will see us.” Lindsey said, unwilling to break from their embrace, but not wanting to put on a show in her kitchen.

The three of them headed towards to living room. They sat on the floor. Lindsey, emboldened with desire, tugged at Kristen’s blouse buttons while kissing her deeply, her tongue sliding to the back of Kristen’s throat while she pinched her petite, pink nipples. Kristen moaned seductively, feeling the wetness between her legs soak into the cotton of her panties.

Kristen released their kiss to pull Lindsey’s t-shirt over her head, revealing Lindsey’s black satin bra. The fabric felt smooth and luxurious to Kristen’s trembling fingers as she traced the fabric’s edge along the top of the cup.

“This bra is too pretty to be covered by a top,” Kristen said plunging her index finger in the cup to finger Lindsey’s nipple.

Lindsey responded with a sigh but was cut off by Ellen’s forceful kiss. Ellen dove into Lindsey’s mouth with such force she nearly bruised her delicate lips. Ellen tested the moistness of Lindsey’s pussy with her fingers.

“You’re ready to go but we shouldn’t leave Kristen out in the cold,” Ellen said as she glanced at Kristen who had begun to massage her clit.

Ellen moved to remove Kristen’s skirt and panties. Lindsey helped by removing Kristen’s blouse and bra. Ellen and Lindsey each suckled a nipple as Kristen pressed their heads harder against her breasts. She was near cumming and she wanted them to devour her tits. Lindsey slid her fingers inside of Kristen’s love canal spreading them wide as she pumped Kristen closer and closer to climax. Ellen sunk her teeth into Kristen’s nipple sending Kristen over the edge. Her body shuddered causing her to lose her balance and to slump backwards onto the floor.

“Now, its our turn,” Lindsey said grabbing Ellen’s hand and pulling her close.

Kristen sat up and reached to plant a kiss on Lindsey’s mouth but Lindsey had other ideas. She took Kristen by her hair and directed her mouth to her other lips.

“Show me you know what a tongue is for.” Lindsey pressed Kristen’s face into her pussy.

Kristen’s tongue darted in and out of Lindsey’s warm, moist cavern sending her into the sweet agony of impending satisfaction. She moved her hips in circular motions on Kristen’s face allowing her to lap up Lindsey’s juices.

“Don’t forget about me.” Ellen said as she pushed Lindsey on her back straddling her, her pussy hovering over Lindsey’s lips. “I wonder if you know what a tongue is for.”

Lindsey grinned and pulled Ellen’s cunt to her mouth to greedily suck her clit as she dug her nails into Ellen’s thighs. Ellen moaned and slumped backwards. She steadied herself by placing her hand on Kristen’s head, pushing Kristen’s tongue further into Lindsey’s pussy. She then used her free hand to tug and pinch Lindsey’s nipples. Lindsey was unable to control her body as she was overcome by the most intense orgasm of her life, flooding Kristen’s mouth and chin with her cum.

After she had licked up each drop of Lindsey’s nectar, Kristen sat up to press her body against Ellen’s back clasping her hands around Ellen’s firm mounds while Lindsey continued to suck on Ellen’s swollen clit. Ellen didn’t want this moment to end but she wasn’t sure how long she could hold out before her body surrendered to the release.

“You have such firm breasts,” Kristen moaned as she squeezed and tugged Ellen’s globes, pulling them in opposite directions.

“I don’t want this to end yet,” Ellen said. Kristen’s treatment of her breasts was bordering on painful, but the intensity of it was forcing Ellen closer to the climax she was trying to keep at bay.

“You shouldn’t resist our attempts to please you,” Kirsten said pressing her breasts against Ellen’s back. Lindsey could sense Ellen’s impending orgasm as she sank her teeth into Ellen’s clit.

Pain and excruciating pleasure mingled in Ellen’s body as it was shaken by the climax. She released her cum onto Lindsey’s face. Lindsey gently licked it from Ellen’s love cavern while Kristen held Ellen in a loving embrace.

The three women lay in the living room relaxing in the haze of sexual energy they had created together. They were spent, sweaty, and euphoric as they looked at each other, communicating without words that what had just transpired between them was too amazing to be a one-time event.

After they put their clothes back on, Lindsey, Kristen, and Ellen returned to the kitchen to finish watching their soap opera. The three friends knew they had gone past the point of no return and this would have to be kept quiet, but they didn’t care.

They had found a way to make their boring day-to-day lives bearable and what their husbands didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.