A Married Woman’s Lesbain Fantasies

I had some serious misgivings. Wanting sex – sans my husband – and actually calling someone for that very reason are completely different things. Yes I had already popped that cherry on my business trip but… Well, to say it was an accident wouldn’t be entirely true but neither did I set out looking for it. I held my mobile looking at her number and weighed my situation.

• I was horny as hell and had already had one off quite nicely.
• I was still a little drunk.
• I was hungry for that “woman’s touch”.
• She had as much offered when I was shopping for masturbation toys.
• She had called.
• I loved my husband and his hard dick.
• He was away.

I called.

She was to meet me at a pub near my flat. In the intervening hour I was to reconsider at least 20 times. I had dialed her number once and gave an excuse about clicking the wrong button. I was unbelievably excited. The thrill of forbidden fruit times 2. The knowledge that barring my saying something very stupid or a comet strike I would have my tongue in a pretty young girl’s ass very shortly. I was so wet I changes pants and changed again. I put on a skirt, then a shorter one and then back to the original. I was nervous as a schoolgirl.

I got to the pub ¼ hour early. I ordered a gin & tonic and smoked. When she walked in she literally took my breath away. She looked delicious – yes but I think it was primarily because I knew I was looking at my very soon to be sex partner. It was an odd feeling.

Now I will digress here for a moment – or take an aside – if you will. One of my readers left a comment telling me to “be comfortable with myself… to be who I am…” or something to that effect. I want to tell my dear and gentle readers that I don’t have a problem with the fact that I am attracted to women. Anyone who’s read my Beginnings section will know I have enjoyed looking at sexy girlie pictures for several years. And that I had a night with an angel around this past new years. I am not a lesbian – I have already mentioned my husband – but I suppose bi-sexual wouldn’t be that off. I can’t really imagine being romantically in love with a woman. And I love that feeling of not only being penetrated but that sense of urgency, of being taken, of that need I feel from him when he is giving me his best. I promise to let you know if I’m wrong – but I don’t think any woman with a dildo could give me that feeling – as much as she might be enjoying toying me she can’t feel my insides with plastic. No – my misgivings are to do with cheating on him and breaking taboo. I don’t yet know how I will deal with that. But now back to our story…

She had on a blouse that was open quite low and I could see she had no bra on. Her breasts bobbed almost hypnotically as she walked. And she had a kilt on that came to about mid-thigh. And she had on stockings the tops of which I could just make out. Her shoes were these little patent leather flats that looked like children’s tap shoes to me. I positively leered. I felt like a filthy old man and I loved it. When she got to my table we gave each other a kiss that wouldn’t have raised an eyebrow in church but the look that crossed between us for the ½ second before could have peeled the paint off the walls. She was as excited as me.

After she ordered I felt her foot touch my ankle under the table.

“So, have to taken your purchases out for a test drive yet?”

“One. The thick bent one.”

“And…?”

“You didn’t hear me? Feel that tremor?” I winked.

“And you just felt the need for a professional’s advice on how to put the rest to best use, is that it?”

She was coy, confident, and very much in her element. I, on the other hand, knew what I wanted – certainly – and I knew we were “On the same vibe”. But I felt my inexperience and I felt my age and I thought if anything, the situation should be reversed. I hesitated, stalled for time by sipping, finishing and then ordering another drink.

“So tell me your story.” She said after the obligatory uncomfortable silence.

“My story?”

“I’ll bet you don’t do this often.”

“‘Do this?’” OK – It was a dumb thing to say and I knew it as it slipped out but I was getting nervous. I was under the control of a girl several years younger whom I wanted badly. I was used to being the one in control of such situations. Men chased me and knowing that I had what they wanted – I could toy with them, make demands while withholding promises…

She looked around the pub. And then back at me. “Do you want me to say it here?” She asked.

“No. I suppose not.”

“Are you ashamed?”

“Not of what you think. But I’m married. I need this to stay private.”

“I noticed the ring at the shop. But, so tell me, what’s the draw? Just curiosity? Boredom? Hubby’s got a limp one?”

I explained my little history. And it made me feel like I’d regained some control over myself. Perhaps it was that I’d just needed to get it out.

“And you?” I asked.

She laughed, “You think I’m a dyke?

Well, to tell you the truth I’d fuck a dog if he turned me on. I love sex. I like shocking people. I love cumming. I love that most people are uptight about their own biggest desires. It’s funny.”

“Is that why you offered this afternoon?”

“Yup. I wanted to see your reaction. I watch my customers and I saw which vids you were checking out.”

“Are you surprised I took you up on it?”

“I am. You looked so nervous I thought you’d shriek and run away.” She laughed again.

“Oh go on. I was not.” I smiled and lightly kicked her under the table.

“Just like you were 15 minutes ago. I thought I was going to lose you there for a while.” She winked and grinned.

“You know,” I said and ran a bare foot up her thigh to the top of her stocking “I’m not nervous anymore. Why don’t we finish up and go? I have some things I’d like you to see.”

We set off in silence. I wished I could take her hand but this was my neighborhood. And so the walk felt a little awkward.

I mixed some drinks and turned on some music and we sat together on the sofa, smoking.

“So you like to play with yourself while looking at naked girls? What do you like to look at most?”

“Their round bottoms. Their arse-holes.”

She leaned in close to me and we kissed deeply, deliciously. She grabbed a handful of my breast and squeezed. Her tongue ran around my ear and said, “Just watch, then.”

She stood in front of me. Her smile was mischievous beyond words. Her gently swaying body even more enticing. The bob of her breasts beneath her blouse almost irresistibly magnetic. I relished the anticipation of watching her undulate and undress for me. I could barely breathe, I wanted to see her tits come out from beneath that top. She turned and let me see her swaying bottom. She crawled up onto a large chair beside me and bent down deeply – knees wide apart on the arms, head down in the seat, arching her back and allowing her skirt to ride up almost completely exposing her bum – dressed in small, simple cotton pants. She looked back at me – still smiling. I was mesmerized. I’d forgotten all about those breasts. All I could think about now was that bottom about a foot away from my face. I wanted to touch it but somehow felt it wasn’t yet allowed in this game. I tried to imagine what her scents would be like. What would she taste like… her pussy… her ass. She reached around and slowly pulled at the waistband, tugging it slowly down. She slid it down until that magic little hole was exposed…and then stopped. As if caught in some tractor beam my gaze was fixed on that little pink and brown anus swaying too and fro. She leaned, pushing it closer to my face and now I could smell her. It was wonderful. That smell of a lovely girls asshole. And now I was powerless to obey much of anything save my need to kiss her… there. I moved in and she back and my lips – at first dry and only lightly – touched the puckered wrinkles. God, how that first slight touch sent waves of ecstasy though me – and judging from her reaction, her as well. Her ass was spread wide open already but I grabbed her cheeks and pulled it open wider exposing the most sensitive skin inside. I stuck out my tongue and licked her very gently – just tickling her. She moaned slightly and pushed back against me. I slid my tongue in. To anyone unfamiliar with the taste of an ass it must sound horrible but it’s not. It’s lovely. And intoxicating. I got her bum all nice and wet and then drew back so I could slip my finger in. I love that sensation of putting just the tip in – just surround it with but not quite passing the sphincter. Very slowly working it back and forth. And withdrew to lick some more. She had her hand on her vagina now, under her pants. She was still fully dressed and I could still only see her ass but there was no sight nor sensation more utterly erotic at that moment. I licked her and she fingered herself for what seemed a very long time until she shuddered, I slipped my finger back in, and she came. And her anus contracted around my fingertip.

I could have continued, being happy to keep rimming her for days but she fell into the seat. After a moment she rose and offered me her moist hand which I licked clean, savoring that other womanly flavor. The she caressed my face, looking at me, smiling.

“That was absolutely lovely.” She finally said and kissed me deeply.

I looked at her long, enjoying the sight of her pants slipping down on their own. She stepped out of them and pulled me up so I stood opposite her. She turned me and caressed my breasts through my top. She undid my skirt and let it fall. She touched my mound from round back. I closed my eyes and let her do what she wanted with me. The sweetest surrender.

“Where are your toys?” she whispered.

I began moving toward my workroom but she stopped me. I just motioned toward the door with my head. She was back in a flash. Annie slipped off my pants and bent me over the back of the lounge. I felt vulnerable with my bum, naked and raised up to this virtual stranger, this woman. Vulnerable yes, and so sexy I thought I’d die. She began massaging my cheeks with her hands. She spread them, further exposing my ass. And then, not even having seen them, I felt her hard nipples rubbing across my bottom. One slid down my crack, lingering to tickle my asshole. I tried to imagine what they looked like; were her nipples puffy? Pink? More brownish? I could tell they weren’t huge but they did feel like little stones. And then bliss as she tongued mine. I pushed back and her tongue slid in. Deep. She must have had an amazing one – it felt like it was in several inches. She slipped it back out and in once again, only this time deeper. I couldn’t believe it and then… and then it began what felt like whipping, slowly, around in circles. It was when I noticed the buzzing sound that I realized she’d slid in the long, thin vibe. She turned the knob and my asshole was a little spot of bliss sending waved through my body. I could feel her tongue rimming me and all the wile she fucked me with that wand. I can’t begin to describe the sensations except to say that though it was rather thin it felt like it was stretching my ring wonderfully. I rode that wave of bliss for some time and then felt another shock. She’d got the mini-vibe going on my clitoris. I couldn’t hold on more than about ½ a min before I exploded. My whole body was wracked. Sweat sprang up on my forehead. I felt flushed all over. And still my ass clenched that rod.

After I could catch my breath I got up. I needed a cigarette badly and a fresh drink.

We stayed up most of the night playing. I may delve into deeper detail in another installment but for now I will say that we each enjoyed several more orgasms, we used all the toys, and all night we played with only each other’s asses. It wasn’t until morning when we nearly drowned each other in a 69 that we touched (except with the mini, of course ), or even got a good look at each other’s vaginas. A symphony of assholes. I never would have believed it could be true.