A Married Woman’s Lesbain Fantasies

There are, I think, two reasons I didn’t finish the story last time. Neither had to do with the lateness or work. I had far more to do with the fact that writing it was forcing me to remember, in detail, what happened in those last days of last year.

Those memories at the time were both disturbing and exciting and for both reasons I think I had been trying to relegate them to some well sealed part of memory – perhaps to pull out sometime in the future after looking at some pretty girls in the net and getting down to business. Hence the way my last posting began. And perhaps that is why I started this blog – to keep myself from doing just that. And the second reason was that I was getting bloody horny. I am still rather confused. I have gone for coffee, been to church, enjoyed my husband’s attentions (including a nice long session with his tongue in my bum) and all that. It’s surprisingly easy to slip back into life as it had been – I would be very surprised if anyone suspected anything. And yet I have cheated on my husband and committed acts against my faith where it counts most – in my heart. And I thoroughly enjoyed every second from the school-girl anticipation and anxiety to… The cheating on my husband though somehow it doesn’t feel like cheating. I have never cheated on him with a man – or anyone until a few days ago. Sometimes I think it feels OK because it’s somehow not the same with a woman. Sometimes I think if I met the right man it could be similar. Sometimes I think it is because she lives in another country and it all happened on another continent. But as much as I think I should, I don’t feel guilty. Am I rationalizing? I suppose so but I’m not sure it’s so bad. I simply cannot say right now. I suppose it would be different if anyone found out but it is, for now at least, a secret shared by just the two of us.

Now to pick up the thread of my little story…

I took me some time to realize what she wanted and when I did I felt petrified by the choice. A wish it was that I had won. I didn’t want to turn her away, by any means, but I wasn’t ready to commit to the other course either.

“I still feel sweaty and hot. I wish for a bath.” I said, knowing this was a delay tactic of uncertain efficacy.

“A bath? I can’t fulfill that. Unless…” she said, her voice trailing off.

“I am going to go run that water.”

I felt a little foolish because it sounded more like a little girl’s pouting that anything a grown woman would say – especially in a situation so laden with sexual tension.

The bathroom was fairly large and comfortable. The tub was also biggish. I turned on the hot water went to the toilet and then stood looking at myself in the mirror. I had been delaying but I knew that I would need to make a choice soon. I wanted her. In every inch of my body I wanted her but… but. I closed my eyes and began unbuttoning my top. And I felt a breath of cooler air. I didn’t stop undressing when I saw her standing in the doorway. Of course I hadn’t locked the door – nor even properly shut it. For all my indecision I had made my choice long before inviting her up to my suite and I had repeated the invitation to her with nearly everything I did up to and including leaving the choice hanging in the air and the door quite a bit ajar. It was all very passive-aggressive of me but the aggressive part was not lost on me.

I looked at her looking at me in the mirror as my blouse fell to the floor. She looked at my breasts without any attempt to hide the fact. She watched and I watched her as I slowly felt them, pinched my nipples, fondled myself in front of this woman who gazed at me with such beautiful, unashamed, deep desire. Still looking at her reflection I watched her expression gain more lustful colors as I undid the button on my trousers and slowly, ever so slowly slid down the zip. I lowered them first in back, showing her the blue thong I had chosen, knowing already then – hours ago – that I’d wanted her to see it. And I let them drop to the floor. I turned to face her – looking at her directly for the first time now. I walked over to the tub, turned off the water and sat on its edge. She reached over, outside my view, and retrieved wine in a cooler full of ice water and two glasses. She set them down on a stand near the tub. I was trailing my hand in the water stalling for time. I wasn’t even pretending otherwise to myself anymore but I wanted to delay the moment when the last of my psychological defenses would slip away. But all she did was resume her position, standing in the door, silently watching me. So I stood and I felt her eyes drink me in. She started looking me right in the eye and let her gaze take a leisurely ride down by body. It was as if I could feel the touch of her gaze on me – as if phantom fingers were gliding around my nipples down my belly, tugging at the waistband of my thong, rubbing my inner thighs. It was incredible. I hooked fingers under that band and very slowly slid them down, past my hips, revealing my pussy, and let them drop to the floor. I just stood with my legs apart for a couple minutes enjoying the feeling of being examined. Before she could make any move I turned around and leaned over – as if to check the water. Now fully reveling in the feeling of being her object of desire I wanted to give her that, my own favorite, view. I spread my legs and ran my hand between my legs, separating my lips as I went. I heard her let out a little gasp. I could picture the rapt attention from the way she had watched the porno film and I wondered if this was more exciting – and I smiled at myself for the thought. I stood and deliberately let her see as I sniffed my moist fingers. And then I stepped into the bath.

It was my turn to watch her now. The tub was big enough for me to sort of slide over and lean against the far side comfortably enough. The hot water felt delicious on my body and though I felt utterly inebriated I didn’t feel at all drunk. I watched her stand there and I could see her uncertainty. I admit that I enjoyed it. I was completely naked and completely in power. And I let her stand silently for some time before I said, “My wish…could you hand me some wine?”

She seemed relieved to have something to do and as she poured she asked, “That’s what you want? Wine?” And handed it to me.

“No. I would like you to bathe me. But first I want some wine.” I smiled at her.

“Do you mind washing my feet?”

Before she had time to decide anything I put a foot over the edge and all she had to do was kneel to reach it. I closed my eyes, sipped cool wine, luxuriated in the hot water and felt the first touch of her soapy hands on my foot. It’s a feeling I will never forget. Not for the last time that night I found myself in heaven. Her fingers slid between my toes and rubbed the ball of my foot. She massaged my sole… ankle to toe. She took her time before moving on to the other one. “Thank you, darling. And now please, my shoulders?”

I leaned forward to let her wash my shoulders and back. Again her warm slippery hands worked their magic. And then I leaned back. I took a sip of my wine and she began on the front of my shoulders. Her hands were actually trembling when she touched my breasts. It was wonderful to feel her timidity and desire but I couldn’t do this to her any longer.

“That’s lovely,” I said slowly, “but I don’t think you can finish the job from out there.” And I smiled. She topped off my wine, drank a little herself and unbuttoned her top. Her breasts in the white, lace bra looked luxurious to me. They were certainly bigger than mine but not, I didn’t think, what men would ogle over as big boobs. They just filled the cups and spilled out a little in a way that made me want to put them in my mouth. Her nipples looked hard as cherry pits poking out. She didn’t hurry but neither did she dawdle. She slid out of her trousers and stood to let me enjoy the view. Her pants clung tightly to her mons and I could see the outline of her vaginal lips beneath. I could also see that they were not completely dry. She reached back to undo her bra. I was loving this striptease, sitting naked in a tub of hot water sipping my wine. Topless now she stood straight. 

We embraced as soon as she was in the tub. For the first time in my life I felt a naked woman’s body pressed up against mine. I felt her breasts and hard nipples sliding across mine. I felt her skin – much smoother than any man’s I had known. And her kiss, though packed with more desire, lust, and even urgency was softer than I had known before. We felt each other. This was a night of firsts but it kept occurring to me, as I touched her neck, her wet arms, her breasts – that I was touching them for the first time. Feeling those beautiful orbs was incredible. Mine are fairly sensitive and it seemed hers must be as well from the look on her face. And knowing what she was feeling as I fondled her was wonderful. There’s that separation with a man. I can imagine that I know what he’s feeling when I rub his chest or tickle his balls but I can’t know. It’s that difference that I think is sometimes described as the mystery/wonder of lovemaking and part of what makes it so good. But the fact that I could well imagine what she felt – as well as anyone can know or understand what another is feeling – made this first fumbling touch all the more intense. Sort of as if it were feeding back.

“Would you please finish washing me?” I asked.

Without replying she soaped up her hands and took my leg. She let her hands glided from my ankle to me knees and further up my thighs. And she touched me. Just lightly but with a cupped hand she touched my trimmed mound and rubbed just a bit. I smiled and I turned around – sticking my bottom out at her. Her hands kneaded my buns and then she ran one down my crack. She spread it wide open. I tried to imagine what she was seeing. I realized that she now knew something about me which I’d never know – what my asshole looks like all spread open like a pornstar’s. I liked it. And I liked the feeling of her fingers quite intently sliding around it. She rinsed me off and began kissing my bum. As much as I liked it there were things I wanted before that. I reached over to begin washing her but she said, “That was your wish Darling. “

She sat on the end of the tub and washed herself. It was lovely watching this beauty all wet, feeling herself. And I loved it when she washed between her legs. But I was getting eager. I was glad when she stepped out and held a towel for me. We dried each other and headed for the bed.

This was it. I couldn’t keep from staring as she dropped her towel and stretched out on her back. I think I actually might have been drooling I was so eager. And I savored the knowledge that in not too much longer I will have done something I never actually though I would. It was a strange feeling. I didn’t think about my husband, not my parish, not my morals. For some reason a friend from school I hadn’t even thought of popped into mind and I just saw her grinning face. I don’t know why but there it is.

It was the last little push I needed. The next thing I knew we were lying in a tight embrace, kissing so frantically it must have looked like we were trying to eat each other. The damn had broken and suddenly I wanted all of her all at once. There was no more being coy. I wanted this woman’s tongue, her nipple, her cunt, her ass, her toes for crying out loud. I felt her breasts and she mine. Her knee came up between my legs and rubbed me. My hand slid down to cup her ass and pull her more tightly to me. It seemed my every nerve was on fire and I loved it. I pushed her shoulders down to the bed and leaned, looking at her. “God I want you. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted it so badly in my life.” And I leaned down to suck her nipple. I kissed her breast. I took that sweet cherry stone into my mouth and I sucked it. I tickled it. And I started kissing her between her breasts… down her ribs… licked her navel… and kissed the little bulge of her belly below it. I moved my whole body down between her legs. I left little wet trails on her inner thighs with my tongue. I was looking at her vulva, open slightly and inviting. I was looking at her from only inches away. I could smell her. I put a hand on either side of her lips and pulled them apart. And as if pulled by my tongue I headed in. I kissed her. I kissed her again. And Again. I licked her wet hole. She didn’t taste like me. She tasted like woman. I can’t explain it. I know we each have our own scent and taste but I still was unprepared for sheer delight of hers. I worked my tongue into her pussy and reveled in her wetness. In her writhing – I had to hold on not to be thrown off. I licked her up and down and I poked my tongue in here in there. I sucked her lips into my mouth. I circled her tiny, hidden clit. I wouldn’t have taken my face out of there for the world. She came quite a lot. Again I was surprised by the amount of liquid she produced with those moans. Still I didn’t let up – not that I could have for she had planted both hands on my head and held me there. I continued eating her but now I slipped two fingers into her as well. She was very tight and very hot and very wet. I don’t know how long this went on, time lost meaning for me but I don’t think I could have stopped until she literally grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I rose onto my knees to look at her and saw an animal. I expected to see her exhausted but instead she pushed me down and pushed my knees apart. She bent down – almost in a 69 position but beside m e and I looked into her ass and soaked matted pubic hair. And I felt her whole mouth on my pussy. I felt her tongue probe me. She ate me like I was her first meal in a week. There was no holding back. I know the intensity and urgency men can bring to bed. My husband’s oral skills leave me delighted and drained. But this was something else. Like your man return from the wars. Like my first drink in days. Like the first sexual release in years. Like all those things. She brought me to orgasm in minutes. And it felt like I would explode beginning from behind my eyeballs, of all places. I thought they’d pop out. But instead the pressure filled my entire body and exploded into her mouth. I had to push her away because of the sensitivity. It wasn’t pain but sheer delight so intense I couldn’t handle it. I had to cool off a little. I pulled her up to me and we kissed. I tasted myself on her mouth and smelled myself on her breath. We held each other as if for protection until we came back to planet Earth.

“I’d say that was incredible,” she began, “but it just wouldn’t be saying nearly enough.”

“I know.” I turned onto my side to look at her. “I am blown away. By the way, how’s it feel to be bi-sexual?”

She just smiled at me.

It was funny for me. For all the build up, the tension, the confusion – this felt good. Natural. Right. It was an amazing feeling. I had just had the most explosive orgasm of my life in this woman’s mouth and I felt like it always should have been. Like it was the most natural and innocent thing in the world.

I started gently feeling her – still enjoying my sensation of unexpected ease. I let my hand slide around, randomly. I didn’t concentrate on her breasts or vagina or face but I didn’t avoid them either. I simply touched. She seemed to be enjoying it as well for she shut here eyes and occasionally moaned quietly. Of course this couldn’t go on for too long. She was about the most luscious creature I’d ever seen and she was naked and in my bed. I rolled her over onto he belly. She had her arms up above her head and her body stretched out. I traced the line of her spine slowly and I stopped to appreciate those dimples. They were fairly deep. I bent to kiss them. And I kept kissing. Her bottom was so beautifully round and though perhaps cliché, I couldn’t help but to think of ripe fruit. She slipped a pillow under herself and I could barely take the view. Her beautiful round ass sticking up at me, the cheeks slightly parted. I could almost make out the hole I’d fantasized about for so long. I ran my tongue down her crack and she raised herself up to meet my mouth. I parted her halves and looked at it clearly for the first time. It was beautiful. Around the rim her asshole was pink and got gradually darker the deeper in. I traced it with my finger. And then began circling it with my tongue. The scent was musky and warm. The feeling was so much better than I’d anticipated. And then with a freshly moistened tongue I touched it. I tasted it. I was actually licking her anus and it was divine. I poked my tongue in as far as I could get it. I felt her tight muscles surround my tongue and she squirmed under me – giggling. I can’t say how long I was doing it – just circling around and poking in. I was hypnotized. Then I leaned back and looked at her asshole wet with my spit. I traced again with a finger and with my other hand gently spread it as far as I could. I slowly worked my finger in. I loved the feeling of her sphincter gripping my finger. It was tight but smooth. I pushed it in deeper and explored inside her.

“Do you like that?” I asked.

“Mmmmm. Yesss. Just work it in slowly”

I don’t know when she had begun but I noticed she was masturbating. I kept pushing my finger deeper into her bottom until I couldn’t go any further. I leaned in and licked around more and felt her rubbing. I got her good and wet and began slipping it out, then back in. I loved the sight of my finger fucking her ass slowly. The way it stretched around the slight bulge of my knuckle. I loved the feeling as it slipped past her sphincter inside where it was it gripped a little less. I just kept working it in and out. I could tell she was close to another orgasm so I buried my finger in all the way. She kept rubbing herself – now at a nearly feverish pitch and she came. I could feel her contractions as her ass tightened around my finger – it was amazing.

We slept together that night and woke feeling a bit tired but wonderful. I woke first and spent maybe 15 minutes just looking at her and dreamily recalling the previous night. Even though she slept next to me it was already beginning to take on the hazy, dreamily state that feels a bit like it never happened. At that time I had no regrets. I now had a secret I would most likely never tell my husband or any of my friends but it felt ok. Second thoughts would begin to cloud my head but not that morning. I was bi-sexual and there was no turning back.

We had breakfast together with no awkwardness. We ate and talked like friends – revisiting some highlights from our little orgy but also discussing various things. Then she went to her own room – but not before we made plans to see each other again.