31 comments/ 50847 views/ 46 favorites An Affair of the Heart By: laffalot Prologue I couldn't sleep. Lying in the darkened room, staring up into the blackness, and listening to the steady, even breathing of my husband asleep beside me, I could only think about love. There are so many songs about love, but for every one of those songs that celebrate love, there is another song about heartbreak and love lost. I was lost in thought about what it meant to love someone. I mean really love someone. The question I kept going over in my mind was- is it possible to love more than one person at a time?. Of course the answer to that is 'yes', most people love both their parents, their grandparents, maybe even their extended family like aunts and uncles and cousins. Then there are friends that a person can love, and lets not forget pets. So obviously, the real question that I was thinking about was- is it possible to be in love with more than one person at the same time?'. A subtle change of words in the question made such a big difference in meaning. Society will have you believe that love, true love, is something that you only find once in a lifetime. There is this thought that everyone has a soul mate, and that we should not stop searching for our soul mate until we find him or her. Seems silly when you think about the fact that there are over seven billion people on the planet, and if each person only has only one soul mate, how do we find the one, among so many? It boggles the mind when you think about it. But what if that is wrong? What if we were supposed to fall in love more than once? Wouldn't we be shortchanging ourselves by finding only one and trying to be content with that? Who's to say that humans are supposed to only fall in love with one other person? I'm not totally naive though, I understand that it is more complicated than that. There is the whole jealousy aspect that comes into play. If you truly love someone, you don't want them to go through the pain of seeing you fall in love with another person. So that makes things quite a bit more difficult. I sighed, and turned onto my side so I could see the shape of my husband Derek, who was still sleeping soundly. My eyes had adjusted enough to make out broad shapes in the dark room, and I could see his head of tousled hair, which I had run my fingers through many times, his rounded ear, which I had nibbled and sucked on many times, and his slightly open mouth, which I had kissed many, many times. There was plenty of his body that I couldn't see, but I could fondly remember. Like his buff chest with just the perfect amount of hair, which I had snuggled up against many times. Like his stomach with just a hint of a paunch, which I had playfully kidded him about a few times. Like his penis, which I had loved in more ways than one, with my mouth, with my pussy, and on a few, very rare occasions when I was a little tipsy, with my ass. This was the man that I was in love with. The man that I had pledged to love, honor, obey, cherish, and all that other stuff. He was my rock, my steady place, my one and only for ten years now, and I had jeopardized that relationship because I had gone outside my marriage and had an affair. Why do people have affairs? Usually there is some problem with their initial relationship, something that slowly, over time, erodes the bond that at one time seemed unbreakable. Sometimes couples just grow apart over time as the day in day out routine becomes boring. Other times cheating is ingrained in a person from the start, and they relish the hunt and the danger of getting caught. My situation was different, although I'm quite sure there are many who would disagree with me. You see, I never once lost interest in my husband. I never wanted to find another lover because Derek gave me the fulfillment that I needed. I also never in a million years ever thought that I would find myself in a sexual relationship with a woman. We hadn't grown apart either Derek and I, even after ten years I am still amazed at how he makes me feel, like I am the only woman in the world. My husband is truly a beautiful person, inside and out. So why did I make the decision to go outside my marriage when I was so happy with my life as it was, and what happened when Derek found out about that affair? Well, in order to explain that, I need to tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Jessica, and today is my thirty first birthday. Chapter 1 - At the Mall This story begins about a year ago when I went shopping at a local mall in town. I love to shop, and Derek loves to work in his workshop, so I would often leave him to play with his wood and I would go and do something that I enjoyed as well, spend money. On this particular day, I was walking along, shopping through the windows in the climate controlled corridor, when a pretty young woman stepped out of a clothing store right in front of me. She had been looking back over her shoulder, and I had been focused on a cute skirt and top set on a mannequin in the window, and we collided. Our heads bumped together, her bags fell to the floor, and in my shock, I reached out and grabbed her arm to steady myself and her. I think we both said "OWW" at the same time. I immediately felt so bad because I hadn't been paying attention to where I was walking and I assumed that it was my fault that we collided. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" I asked with genuine concern. I could see a lump already forming over her left eye and I wondered if I had my own lump forming on my cheekbone. "Oh ah..." she rubbed the lump for a second and said "I've had worse, I'll be fine. It was my fault though. I was looking over my shoulder and walking forward. I'm the one who should apologize." "Well, I wasn't looking where I was going either, so I guess we're both at fault." I admitted, then I saw her bags on the floor, and realized that I still had ahold of her arm, so I quickly let her go and said "Here, let me get these for you." and I helped her pick her stuff up. As I handed her the bags, she looked up at me and smiled. "Thank you. I feel like such a klutz." she said. "Your welcome, and I'm quite sure you're not a complete klutz." I replied with a warm smile. "Have a good day, and ah...take care of that lump." I pointed to her eyebrow.. "Yeah, you too." she smiled back motioning to my cheekbone which was throbbing already. "I will." I said, and for some reason, I reached out and placed my hand on her arm just below the crook of her elbow. I didn't know this woman, but she seemed so genuine and polite that I felt at ease with touching her. The touch only lasted a second or two, and then I turned and went on my way, thinking about how nice it was to meet such a nice, polite young woman in this day and age. Some people would have cussed and called me every name in the book, but she was pleasant and even took part of the blame. I really didn't think much more of the girl after that initial meeting. She was just a cute girl whom I had literally bumped into, nothing more, nothing less. I shopped for another hour or so, before two things became clear to me. First, I had to take a piss, and second, I was starving. I headed toward the food court where I would have countless food choices to satisfy my hunger, and also there was restrooms so I could take care of that other problem as well. It was early for the lunch crowd, so the food court was relatively empty as I made my way past the food vendors and through the door into the ladies restroom. I had underestimated how badly I needed to pee, and was relieved to see a woman coming out of a stall just as I walked in. Luckily there was no one else waiting so I hurried in, unlatching my buckle with one hand while locking the door with the other. I was doing the pee dance as I tried to get my shorts down, and I just made it over the seat before the floodgates opened and the deluge began. It was such a relief to pee that I sighed deeply and glanced at the empty toilet paper roll. Shit! I was still dripping down there with no way to wipe myself dry. Normally, I always carried a few tissues in my purse just in case, but I had run out and hadn't replenished the supply yet. As much as I hated to, I knocked on the wall next to me and said "Excuse me, could I borrow a few squares of TP please?" I slid my fingers just under the wall and wiggled them, hoping there was a nice person there, and she had plenty of paper. From behind the partition, I heard a pleasant and somewhat familiar voice say "Oh sure. Hold on just a sec." and a few seconds later there was a wad of paper in my hand. "Thank you so much." I replied, and finished the deed. A moment later, I stepped out of the stall and nearly bumped into the same girl that I had run into earlier. "Oh hello, I thought I recognized the voice." I said, glad to see a familiar face even though I didn't know her. She smiled again, and I was struck by how much her smile just lit up her whole face. "Hi again." she responded, then asked with a laugh "Are you following me?" I laughed along with her and we both stepped over to the row of sinks and began to wash our hands. "I was about to ask you the same thing." I teased, then caught a glimpse of the lump over her eye. It had turned a bit purple but it really wasn't too noticeable. "How's your eye?" I questioned with a wince, thinking that it must be sore. She turned and looked at the damage in the mirror before answering me "Oh, it's a little bit sore still, but I'll be fine. What about you? Your cheek bothering you?" she turned to look at my face, and I saw the same look of concern. "Well, I may have to put my modeling career on hold for week or two, but I'm sure my manager will find someone to replace me." I joked with a straight face. Her eyes opened wider and her mouth dropped open. She believed me, and for a moment I just looked at her, not believing that she actually believed me. Then I couldn't hold it in anymore and my face broke out into a wide grin. "Oh shit, you got me." She said laughing. We dried our hands with paper towels and then turned and walked out into the food court still chuckling. "Well, it was nice running into you again." I said before we parted for the second time, and she giggled again. "Have a nice day." I gave a wave and smile, and walked away heading toward my favorite Chinese eatery. There was three people in line ahead of me, and I smirked when I thought that just a few minutes earlier when I walked by on the way to the restrooms, there was no one here ordering food. Just my luck, I thought, wondering why I hadn't stopped on the way by and placed my order. It would be ready to go now and I could just sit and eat. A few minutes later I was ordering my favorite meal, the sweet and sour chicken, a salad and soda, and when it was ready, I turned around and found a empty table to sit, my stomach growling loudly and my mouth watering from the smell of the food. I hated to eat alone, but when I shopped by myself, I didn't have much choice. I no more than opened the styrofoam package when someone stepped up beside me and said "Mind if I join you?" I glanced up and into the eyes of...the same girl I had run into. She was holding a tray with a slice of pizza, a dish of potatoes and a soda. "Ah, sure sure have a seat. I was just thinking about how much I hate eating alone, so this works out well." "Thanks." She said and took the seat opposite me. "Oh that looks really good." she pointed to my meal, "I thought about Chinese, but I could hear this pizza calling me from across the room." I smiled and remembered that I still didn't know her name. Since we were eating together, it seemed like we should at least be on a first name basis. I offered my hand to shake and said "Hi, I'm Jessica." "Sara," she replied, and grasped my hand. "It's nice to meet you Jessica." I guess I should tell you all what Sara looks like. She's slightly shorter and thinner than me, but she was blessed with larger breasts than I have. I just barely fill out a B cup whereas she was sporting at least a C cup or larger. She was showing off some cleavage, but not anywhere near what some of the younger women show off nowadays. She had strawberry blonde hair, that hung straight down to slightly past her shoulders. Her face was covered with very light freckles, giving her an almost dirty look, but one that I found to be very pleasant. Her eyes were a sparkling greenish blue, her nose long and thin, but perfectly proportioned over her naturally pouty lips. We began to converse about lots of different topics. I found out that she was only 20 years old and she lived with her aunt. She worked part time at a bar as a waitress, a place that her aunt owned, and she was taking business classes in hopes that one day she would become a partner with her aunt. "I don't want to waitress all my life. My aunt has been working in the same place for 14 years. She started as a waitress, did some bartending, and then she bought the place. She wants me to take over some of the business side and eventually, if all goes well, I'll buy her out so she can retire." She told me, in between chewing on her food. I told her about my job as a dental hygenist, not a very exciting job to be sure, but it paid the bills. She was an interesting person and she didn't seem to care that I was older than her by ten years. She talked to me like we were old friends, and I felt comfortable with her. "So," I started, took a quick sip from my straw, and asked "what about a boyfriend?" "Mmm," she shook her head and swallowed a mouthful of pizza before saying "I ah, I don't date guys." Her eyebrows arched and her lips curled a bit at the corners as she stared into my eyes. Call me naive, but I didn't catch her drift, even though she couldn't have made herself much clearer. So I foolishly pushed on and said "Really, as pretty as you are, there must be guys lining up around the block to date you. Especially being a waitress in a bar, I'll bet you are popular." I wasn't lying about her being pretty either. She looked up at me and smiled "You really think I'm pretty?" she asked as if she didn't believe it. "Are you kidding? You could be a model." "A huh, I don't think so." She reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear, and I noticed that she was blushing. She seemed to have a tough time taking a compliment. "Well I think you could be. Hell, if I were a guy, I'd certainly be interested." I told her. I loved the look on her face as I showered her with compliments. I took another bite of my chicken and waited for her response. "Oh..." her eyebrows arched and I wondered if I had gone too far with her. "Well, I ah, I don't date guys because...I'm ah... I like girls." She nearly whispered that last part, as if she was embarrassed and didn't want anyone else around us to hear. Her eyes dropped to her food. I was surprised, but the last thing I wanted to do was to make it into a big deal. It was obvious that she was uncomfortable talking about it. I was kind of surprised that she told me. "Oh," I said with a smile, then, as an afterthought I added "That sound you hear is the sound of young men's hearts breaking all over." I gave her my best sad face, as she looked up and started laughing again. "So what about you?" She queried "Any man, or woman in your life?" "Oh yes. Happily married for eight years now." I said, then quickly threw in "To a man." "Your married?" Sara asked with a look of disbelief. Her eyes looked at my face, then down to my hand holding my fork, and I realized that she noticed that I wasn't wearing a ring. I set the plastic fork down and raised my balled up hand, rocking it back and forth, my lips pursed at the memories of what had happened. "Yeah, I know, you're wondering why I'm not wearing a wedding ring. Long, painful story actually, but I'll make it short and sweet. Last summer, my husband Derek took me on one of those Caribbean cruises, which was absolutely gorgeous by the way. Anyway, it was my first time on a ship, and unfortunately, for the first three days, I was seasick." Sara looked up with a look of despair and said "Ohh". She was so cute when she did that, I had to smile. "So anyway, I didn't leave the room for like 70 hours or something, and I probably spent half that time with my head over the toilet, if you know what I mean. I insisted that Derek go out and have some fun, even though he wanted to stay with me. He was so worried you know. The third day I woke up and actually felt hungry, and not nauseous, so I showered and got dressed and then I woke Derek up to go get breakfast. We went out for breakfast, and while we were sitting there waiting for our food, I realized that my ring was gone." "Oh no!" Sara whined, with that look again. "I panicked, I'm like 'Oh my God, where's my ring?' and I just start looking all around the floor. I never realized it, but I had been so sick that I had actually lost about ten pounds, and apparently my finger must have shrunk enough so my ring was loose. We went through our room from one end to the other, tore it apart really. Hell I even had half the crew searching for it. My husband saw how depressed I was, and he offered a $500.00 reward for the person who found it." "Wow!" "Yeah, it was a bad scene. We thought it might have went into the toilet, so a couple of the crew members pulled up the toilet in our room, but it wasn't there. So needless to say, it was never found. Derek wanted to buy another one, but I made him promise that he won't buy one on credit. We already have enough bills right now. So he started putting away money, saving up for one." "Derek sounds like a nice guy." "He's the greatest." I gushed, and saw what looked like sadness on her face. Maybe I was wrong, but she seemed disappointed that I was happily married. Just then there was music playing in her purse, and she reached in and pulled out her cell phone. "Sorry" she apologized for the interruption, and I waved it off while she pushed a button and read a text. Then she flipped the phone open and began typing on the tiny keyboard, her thumbs moving so fast they were a blur. I swallowed another bite of my nearly gone chicken and said "Those are some damn talented thumbs you got there." as she finished her text and clicked her phone shut. She smiled slyly and said "You have no idea." her eyebrows rising and falling several times, and then burst out laughing again. I laughed along with her, especially when I saw her cheeks turning pink from the sexual innuendo. Her phone began to ring again and she once again apologized and once again read the message, but this time she said "Oh shit." and her face drooped. "What's wrong dear?" I asked, then wondered momentarily why I had called her 'dear'. She didn't skip a beat though. "It's my aunt Debbie. She was going to meet me here in an hour, but something came up so she can't make it. I'll have to take the bus home, and I hate the bus. So many freaking weirdos ride the bus." "Well, I could give you a ride home Sara." I said without even thinking about it. "Oh, no I don't want to put you out." She said "I'll be fine, really. Thanks anyway." "Where do you live?" I asked, not really caring. I wanted her to stick around because I was having so much fun with her and if her aunt picked her up, I would probably never see her again. "Out by the falls on Hampton Street." She said. A few miles from where I was going, so not too far out of my way. "Well that settles it then. You'll ride home with me, I insist." I said, grabbing my cup of soda and sipping at the straw with an exaggerated look of defiance. I was determined that she wasn't going to talk me out if it. "Are you sure Jessica? I don't want you to go out of your way." "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to hon." there I go again with the terms of endearment. I don't know what I was thinking. "Besides" I continued without pause "I'm having too much fun to send you home now." An Affair of the Heart I sensed a moment of hesitation and possibly anxiety in her, as if she was contemplating my offer, then her face softened again and she smiled brightly, and said "Great, let's go shopping then." We finished eating and threw our trash away, then started walking and talking. We laughed a lot, and I couldn't help but think how it felt like we were old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time. We shopped together for the next few hours and time flew by. Finally, we were both getting tired and decided to head for the parking lot. I always parked on what was considered the backside of the mall because the front side always filled up first, so we headed down a hallway that we hadn't been down yet, at least since we had been together. I only had two larger bags, in which I had put some smaller bags, and Sara had several small bags that she carried. Suddenly she stopped and said "Oh my God, I love that store." Before I could respond, she grabbed my free hand and pulled me toward Nellie's Novelties and Fun Gifts. "We have to go in before we leave." I had walked past this store countless times but had never been inside. Just looking at the stuff in the window told me that it was a store for teenagers and immature adults. There were mannequins wearing t-shirts with almost obscene slogans, like "Party With Sluts" and "Stop Staring at my Tits", among other things, and I knew that I would feel uncomfortable going in. But with Sara dragging me, I reluctantly went along. Inside was just what I expected and more. It was rather dark, with narrow aisles, shelves filled with all manner of knick-knacks, joke gifts, obscure games, and other things that I didn't care in the least about. Sara wasn't interested in stopping to look at any of the cheap crap though, she was on a mission, and still holding my hand, she pulled me down the aisle all the way to the rear of the store. On the back wall of the store was a doorway with the old style swinging doors like you see on the front of the bars in the old western movies. Above the door was a white sign with bright red lettering proclaiming "STOP!" in big letters, then in smaller letters underneath, the words "No one under 18 allowed beyond this point. You have been warned". On one of the swinging doors was another sign that read "Sexually explicit material. Do not enter unless you are over 18, and chose to view such material." And a third sign showed a picture of a video camera over the words "Smile, you are being filmed". Sara pulled me through the doors and into a totally different store. At least it seemed like a different store. The room was brightly lit, the walls were painted bright colors and could actually be seen. On the other side of the swinging doors, the walls were nearly all covered by racks of clothing, beer signs, posters, mirrors and other stuff. It was like walking out of the night and into the daylight. A young lady was sitting behind a counter in a leather chair reading a magazine just inside the doors. She looked up as we walked in and greeted us. "Good afternoon." she smiled warmly while eyeing us both closely, then said "I'm going to need to see some identification from you both please." I wanted to believe that she really wasn't sure that I was old enough, I mean, imagine a thirty year old woman who looked young enough to be mistaken for a teenager. Maybe in the movies, but not in the real life. No, I was well aware that she was only checking Sara's age, but she didn't want to be cruel by looking at me and saying, 'Oh you don't need to show yours.' which would be basically saying 'You're an old coot, you don't need to show your ID.' So I humored her and for the first time in a long time, pulled my ID out to prove I was an adult. "Thanks" the woman said, handing our cards back. "Is there anything I can help you find today?" she asked. "I think we're just going to look around." Sara answered. "Okay, enjoy yourselves." She said with a wink and a smile, then added "Oh, would you like me to hold your bags up here for you?" "Yes, thank you." Sara handed her bags over, and I followed suit. It would be easier to look at all the interesting things for sale without them. There were racks of sexy lingerie, every style you could imagine, in the middle, and on the outer walls were shelves of sex toys. We spent some time looking through the lingerie, and laughing a lot. A few couples were roaming around and one other woman who looked like a biker chick with tattoos and wearing leather, was picking out sex toys, Sara picked up a really cute, super sexy, sheer black babydoll, and held it up in front of me. "Oh, I like that. You should buy it to surprise your husband." I took it from her and turned toward the full length mirror on the wall. Holding it up in front of myself, I could see that it would look great on me. I almost agreed to buy it, but then had second thoughts and said "Well, I do like it, but I've spent enough money today." and I put it back on the rack. Eventually we moved on to the sex toys, and my eyes were wide with wonder at how much things had changed. Derek and I had shopped for sex toys a few times when we dating and first married. I had a plain old dildo, and a vibrating egg somewhere at home that I never even bothered to use anymore. These toys were incredible. There was elegantly designed personal vibrators that weren't shaped at all like a penis. There was rabbits and wands and bullets, double dongs and clit lickers, strap ons, vacuum pumps and beads. They had masks, hoods, collars, whips, cuffs, and leather. They even had something called a vacuum bed, that looked exciting and terrifying at the same time. It was a virtual cornucopia of sex, all at our fingertips, and we were having a blast looking at everything. Sara picked up a strap on dildo and looked to me "Hey Jessica, would you be embarrassed if I bought this today?" I shrugged my shoulders and asked "Why would I be embarrassed if you bought that?" "Well, I know that you're straight, and if I were to buy this," She glanced around the room and back to the front desk "some people might get the wrong idea about us." I looked around to follow her gaze, then back to her. Again I shrugged and said "I don't know her, why would I be worried about what she thinks about us?" This time it was Sara who shrugged and said "I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable that's all. Because I don't have to buy this today." My smile reassured her. "It's fine Sara. It's your business, not mine." She smiled back and we continued to look at all the toys. Finally she asked "Aren't you going to get something?" "Oh no, I'm ahh, I'm having fun just looking." We spent another five minutes or so, then decided to leave. At the desk, Sara put the box with the strap on down, as the cashier passed our bags back to us. "Did you find everything alright?" She asked. "Yeah." Sara answered. The cashier took the box and said "This looks like fun.", then glanced up at us both before she scanned it, then told Sara the price. I felt myself blushing for some reason. Could she really think that Sara and I were lesbian lovers? Sara paid for the toy and the woman put it into a discrete bag, folded the top over and stapled it twice before handing it back. "Thank you, and you two ladies enjoy that." She said with a wink, as I was pushing back through the double swinging doors into the other part of the store. I stopped halfway through and attempted to correct her, "Oh...ah it's not..." but before I could defend myself and let her know we weren't a couple, Sara blurted out "Oh thanks, we definitely will enjoy it." and then she pushed into me, ushering me out into the other part of the store. Sara was giggling as she wrapped her arm around my shoulder and marched me toward the exit. "You're blushing Jessica, are you embarrassed now?" I have to admit that I was embarrassed a little, and just a bit upset too, but by the time we got out of the store, I was giggling right along with Sara. "That was so cruel." I snapped at her as we headed toward the mall exit. "But you said that you didn't care what she thought about you. That she didn't know you." She reasoned. "Yeah but, you didn't have to say that we would enjoy it." "Well I think that she got a thrill out of it. What's the harm in letting her think that we are going home and fucking each other with this thing?" "Sara!" I admonished her. There was people around, probably not close enough to be paying attention to our conversation, but it still made me uncomfortable. "That's horrible!" I whispered loudly and started giggling again at her brazenness. The picture that arose in my mind at the thought of her using that thing on me surprised me, but I quickly put it out of my head as I ushered her out into the sunshine. The drive to her house was full of laughter, and when we arrived at her house, she thanked me with a hand on my thigh and a smile on her face. As she started to open her door, she said "I had a lot of fun Jessica. We should do it again sometimes." "I'd like that." I replied. She turned back around in her seat so she was facing me, then said "Let me see your phone." I handed her my cell phone, and she quickly began to type into the keyboard. A few seconds later, she slid the keyboard closed, then handed it back to me. "There, now you can call me when you are ready to go shopping again." she turned around, exited the car, and trotted across the street to her house. It was a smaller, two story Colonial style house, on a quiet well kept street. I watched her until she was inside with the door closed, then pulled out and drove home. Chapter 2 - With my Husband Derek was lying on the couch watching some movie when I arrived home, and for some reason, I was feeling very amorous. I closed and locked the door behind me, turned the blinds, and then stood in front him and slid my hand inside my pants. His eyes rose from the TV to my hand and he seemed to perk up all of a sudden. I slid two fingers into my wet slit and wiggled them around, then pulled them out of my pants. They glistened with wetness and Derek's wide eyes were locked on them as I held them in front of his nose. He breathed deeply of my arousal and his eyes narrowed as his own arousal grew. I moved my wet fingers down to his lips and he sucked them deeply into his mouth and moaned. "There's more of that where it came from if you are interested." I said with a sly grin and a wink. "Mmm, what's gotten into you?" Derek asked. I'll admit this was not at all like me, although I have initiated sex in the past, I never came on so strong as I was right then. "Nothing yet," I teased, "but I expect that you'll be getting into me real soon." Derek growled and reached for my arm, but I playfully slapped it away. The look on his face was priceless, like a sad, puppy dog who just got admonished by its owner for peeing on the carpet. I waved my pointer finger in the air and he lowered his arm and waited for me to make the moves. And move I did. I don't know if it was being in the sex shop, or hanging out with Sara, but something took hold of me that day and for a little while at least, I became a dominant, confident, sexual being. I started by slowly running my hands up the sides of my waist, while swaying my hips around like a belly dancer in slow motion. Derek grinned and that just spurred me on. I continued my sexy little dance, and turned it into a striptease. As my top was removed, I spent time squeezing my breasts together in the bra, and bending down at the waist so he could see into my cleavage. I ran my hands lovingly over my bare skin, caressing my belly and sliding my fingers into my pants. I could see that my erotic dance was having the desired effect on Derek due to the lump in his jeans. I took Derek's hands and helped pull him up into a sitting position, then continued to remove articles of clothing. A tiny part of me wished that I had bought something sexy so I could surprise him, but I had missed that boat. Finally I was down to just my bra, underwear and socks, and I wondered just how sexy I could look in my plain old underclothes. From the look on Derek's face though, he was still liking it. I turned my back to him and bent over at the waist, sticking my panty covered ass right up in front of him. I saw his hand reaching up and I pulled away. This was all about the tease, the play would come after. Derek seemed to understand and pulled his hand back. I saw with some amusement that he placed it on the lump in his pants and began to massage it. Staying bent over, I reached up, hooked my thumbs into the sides of my underwear, and slowly, teasingly pulled them down. Just a bit at first, showing Derek some of my crack before pulling them back up and wiggling my cheeks. I heard a groan from him and I smiled as this time I yanked them completely off the globes of my ass and pushed them down past my thighs until gravity took over and they fell to the floor, pooling at my feet. Remaining bent at the waist, I unhooked my feet from my discarded panties, and spread my legs wide. Now I could look back at Derek's wide eyes through my open legs. I slid my hands up my inner thighs to my pussy, which by the way, was as wet as its ever been. I used my fingers to spread apart my outer lips, opening myself to his hungry gaze. He licked his lips and breathed deeply, which made me realize how strong my arousal smelled. I used two fingers of one hand to keep my pussy lips spread, then started rubbing my slit with the fingers of my other hand. The noise my wet pussy was making, squelching squishing noises, was such a turn on. It showed how horny I was. I gently flicked my clitoris, which was so sensitive that it caused me to jump. My back was starting to ache from being bent over, so I stood back up and, while still facing away from Derek, I unhooked my bra and let it slide off my arms and drop to the floor. Now completely naked, I looked over my shoulder and saw that he had unzipped his pants and his hand was inside stroking his cock. I cupped my breasts, at size 34C, they were more than a handful, and turned around to face him. "Take your pants off, but leave your underwear on." I ordered, as I kneaded and squeezed my breasts together. I was breathing deeply and speaking in a husky voice. Watching Derek rushing to yank his pants off was comical and as he did he comically asked "What have you done with my wife?" When his pants were off and tossed in a pile on the floor, I took his wrists, pulled his arms up, and climbed onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist. I planted my soaked pussy on his swollen cock, the material of his underwear the only thing in our way now, and pushed my breasts into his face. "Mmmm shit." I heard him whisper as I enveloped his head in my soft pillows. His hands gripped my asscheeks and he ground his cock against me. I was so hot, but I wanted to make this last. I pulled my chest away from his face and braced myself on the back of the couch. In that position, I was able to rub my hot cunt back and forth against the lump in his shorts. The pressure was divine and after about thirty seconds, I had to pull away or I was going to cum, and by the sounds of Derek, he wouldn't have been far behind. I stepped off the couch and kneeled down between his legs. His underwear was soaked from my pussy juices, and the smell was so strong. I've always liked the smell of my arousal, and this was no different. I grabbed the sides of his shorts and tugged while he raised his ass up. I had to back up a bit so he could close his legs together, but when his shorts hit the floor, he opened them wide again. His cock was normally seven inches when erect, but I swear that he was larger right then, and the head was nearly purple it was so swollen. I moved back in and put my nose up against his balls. He had hair down there, but not a huge amount and I liked the way it tickled my nose. The smell was incredible, strong and manly. I hadn't thought that I could get anymore excited, but when I smelled the mixture of his sweaty balls and my juices, I nearly came without even touching my pussy. I pulled back a bit and examined his throbbing staff. It was perfectly shaped with blue veins that stood out in sharp relief to his white skin. I used my pointer finger to trace one of the veins from the base to his helmet shaped head. As my finger reached the head, his cock surged and a clear drop of precious pre-cum bubbled up from his tiny slit and ran down the glans. Not wanting to waste it, I moved forward and licked the drop up to the tip, then I puckered my lips and sucked at just the slit. Another squirt of his pre-cum entered my mouth. I heard Derek moan and something about oh God or something, but I was too focused on what I was doing, which was sucking the very tip of his cock like it was a straw. I used the tip of my tongue and tried to slide it inside his urethra, which caused him to draw in another deep breath. I could feel all the muscles in his thighs tensing and and his hands came up to either side of my head, gripping me tightly. He didn't try to push my head down lower, but I knew that he wanted to. I teased with my lips and tongue for a little longer, then slid my left hand up and wrapped my thumb and forefinger around the base. I could tell he was very close to cumming, his cock was jumping in my hand. "Oh please, suck it baby, oh God its so good." I heard him gasping and begging. He didn't sound like the big tough man I had married. He sounded like a whimpering child, and all I could think of was that I was responsible for that, and I was proud of myself. Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth wide, and lowered my face down. My lips were open just barely wider than his girth, so I knew he could feel the heat of my breath on his shaft, but nothing else. I flicked my tongue on the underside, his frenulum, and let a big glob of spit flow down his rod. When my spit hit my thumb, which was still gripping the base of his cock, I closed my lips on his shaft and swirled my tongue around, while I stroked the first couple of inches with my finger and thumb, my spit being my lube. "Ahhhh ohhhh Hon, I'm gonna cummmm!!!" He groaned, his hands gripping my head tighter than ever. I pulled my head up quickly and squeezed the base of his cock hard. His eyes popped open wide and he made a sound like a dog getting kicked. I held on tightly, feeling his cock surging under my hand, until it stopped. "You can't cum until you fuck me." I told him. "Jesus Jessica," he grunted "what the hell are you doing?" I worried for just a moment that I had gone too far, and maybe hurt him, but his cock was still rock hard. I made my best sad face, and said "You don't like what I'm doing?" "Well I...you just...shit Jessica, just fuck me will you." I wanted to, for myself as much as him, but first I wanted something else. I smiled and climbed onto the couch, but on my feet instead of my knees. Derek gave me a confused look, until I spread my pussy lips with my fingers, leaned in, and pushed my vulva up against his mouth. Derek took the hint and started to devour my pussy. He was like a man possessed, his tongue and lips thrashing me, but in such a good way. I clutched the back of the couch and wall, and lifted my right leg up onto the back of the couch so he had a better angle. My orgasm came on so quick, I wasn't expecting it. I actually had planned on waiting until I had Derek's cock planted deep inside me, so I could get a rare but satisfying deep vaginal orgasm. I only had those once in a great while when I was extremely turned on, as I was right then. Instead, Derek's sucking mouth and insistent tongue hit the right spots and I had a clitoral orgasm. It was powerful, and my muscles clamped down while I wailed and gasped and swore through the whole thing. When I am having a really good orgasm, I'm known for yelling a few obscenities, like "Oh shit, oh fuck, oh my fucking God" and stuff like that. Don't ask me why I do that, I don't even realize I'm doing it. An Affair of the Heart For his part, Derek was still licking away at me when all of a sudden things went from the most intense pleasure in the world, to the most intense sensitivity in the world. It wasn't pain, but sometimes too much of a good thing is not so good. I think I may have yelled "Ahhh" as my muscles suddenly came back to me and I pulled away from his mouth and covered myself with my hand. My pussy was throbbing, and my legs were shaking like a leaf, but as I tried to steady myself and recover from that awesome explosion, I noticed Derek's hard cock, still waving at me from between his legs. There was no way I could leave him in that condition, especially after what he had just done for me, but I was also finding it difficult to not just drop to the floor in a big lump and fall asleep. Determination took over and I got back down on my knees and straddled him again. This time there was no underwear between us and even though my thigh muscles were worn out, I managed to wiggle my hips back and forth and rub my dripping pussy up and down his shaft. There was another guttural groan from Derek as the wetness from me was deposited onto him. He only lasted a few seconds before he said "Oh please, don't tease me. I need to fuck you.". I didn't make him wait any longer. I leaned all the way forward, tilted my hips, reached back to grab his penis, and in one fell swoop, I impaled myself. He went into me like a hot knife goes through butter, and when I bottomed out, I felt my pussy clench again, and realized that I was on the verge of another orgasm. I got my second wind suddenly and this animalistic urge took over. I probably looked like a wild woman, but in the moment I didn't care, I only had one thought in my brain, and that was getting that second orgasm, the deep vaginal one that was so elusive. With a strength I didn't know I possessed, I started rising up and slamming down, over and over, humping away at my own husband like he was nothing more than a toy with one purpose...to please me. At some point, Derek started to cum, and I felt his semen spray my insides like a jet of scalding water. I didn't slow down though, rising and slamming my ass down on his lap, our bodies making a loud slapping noise each time I dropped down, and my sloppy pussy making obscene squelching and slurping sounds on each rebound. All of it added to the carnal nature of our depraved lovemaking. I couldn't have slowed down if a bomb had exploded across the room. I was going to cum no matter what, and then I was there. The pressure had built to the bursting point and I had my deep orgasm. I think I made some inhuman sounds at that point, as actual speech failed me. My body had taken over and I was just along for the ride. What a ride it was. It seemed like my pussy would never stop cumming and I was left clutching Derek and kissing him and trying to catch my breath through my flaring nostrils. With his arms wrapped around my back, Derek took me down so we were laying side by side on the narrow couch, and we just held each other. It was one of those rare moments in life when everything just feels so right with the world. I was exhausted, but I was fulfilled also, and about as relaxed as I've ever been. I probably could have drifted off to sleep in Derek's arms, but after about ten minutes or so, my leg was falling asleep and I needed to move. Derek had drifted off and was breathing deeply, so I carefully disentangled myself from him, and pulled away. His softened penis slid out of me, along with a large dollop of white, sticky cream. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, giving me another tingle, even after having had two of the most intense orgasms of my life in the last half hour. Derek's flaccid penis looked a little bit like a fat, pale slug covered in a thick white slime, but to me it was wonderful. Now I've never been one to swallow his sperm. I tried it one time, just a little bit on my tongue, and hated it. Ever since then, unless I'm drunk, I've refused to swallow for him. I know he would love it if I did, just hold his cock in my mouth while he spews his sperm into my throat, but I always refuse. At that moment though, while he lay there sleeping, the smell was just getting to me, and I had the sudden urge to lick the cream off him. I leaned my face in close to his limp cock, and breathed in the smell, a heady mixture of his sperm and my juices. I felt positively depraved doing what I was doing, and wondered what Derek would say if he saw me. I really had no idea what had come over me or why, but after a quick glance back at Derek's face to make sure he was still asleep, I gently sucked him into my mouth. The taste of our passion filled my mouth, and sent another powerful jolt, a spasm, straight to my pussy. Feeling no movement from Derek spurred me on, and I sucked on the helmet shaped head like a lollypop. A squirt of mostly tasteless fluid squirted lightly onto my tongue and my pussy reacted like it had been shocked. I wanted to cum again for some reason, but just then Derek's breathing changed and he rolled onto his back. Fearful that I would wake him up and have to explain why I was sucking on his softened, cum covered cock, I quickly got up, grabbed my discarded clothes, and headed to our bedroom. I knew that I needed a shower, as I had cum dripping down my legs, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted another orgasm. Once in the bedroom I closed the door and climbed onto the bed. I was cursing myself for not buying one of the toys I had looked at earlier, and that made me think of Sara, and how carefree and fun she was. As I lied there on the bed, my fingers slid between my thighs and I started gently rubbing my clitoris. It was still pretty sensitive from all the action earlier, but the cum made such a good lubrication that in no time at all it was feeling really good. I wondered what Sara was up to right at that moment, and then I thought about my cell phone, and the fact that she had programmed her number into my phone. I climbed off the bed and grabbed my pants, which I had tossed on a chair when I came in. My phone was in the front pocket and I pulled it out, then climbed back onto the bed. My right hand went to my pussy while my left hand flipped open my cell phone. I clicked on my contacts button and scrolled through the list of numbers until I came to Sara. My thumb hovered above the touchscreen, but I didn't call her. What would I say anyway? 'Hey Sara, you'll never guess what I'm doing right now. I'm playing with my pussy.' No, it didn't seem like such a good idea to do that. Another orgasm snuck up on me, but this one was completely different from the two that I had earlier. This one was like a series of slow waves, none of them really powerful, but all good just the same. My pussy tightened up, gripping my three fingers that I had slid inside, and I moaned through the delicious feelings. Then the wave passed and the muscles loosened, only to tighten up again right after, causing me to moan again. Three times, four times, five times and finally the sixth and final time, the waves repeated along with my moans which became more and more guttural and inhuman sounding. I pulled my soaked fingers out of my worn out pussy, and set my phone aside on my nightstand. There would be no more orgasms for me that night. I left Derek sleeping on the couch and went to the bathroom to shower. I think I spent thirty minutes under the hot spray, thinking about my day. Even though I had just had the best sex of my entire life with my husband, I couldn't get my mind off Sara, and that was very confusing to me. I dried myself off standing in front of the mirror, and inspected myself. At thirty years old, I have to say that I feel really comfortable in my skin. I used to have long, flowing blonde hair, but I recently became tired of constantly working on it, and had it cut short. I went with a stylish, straight cut that framed my face. My eyes are a rust color, my lips are full and I always use lip balm to keep them shiny. If I had any complaints about my face, it would be my nose, which I felt was a bit too wide, but all in all, I was happy with my face. As for my body, I've got a few areas that could use some improvement. In high school and college, I exercised religiously, and my body was toned and fit. I met Derek in college, and we hit it off right away, but we waited until we graduated before getting married. For a while after college, I continued with my workout routine, but a career and life interfered. I got pregnant at 23, and was ecstatic, but four months later, I was wracked with severe abdominal pain, and bleeding. I was rushed by ambulance to the nearest hospital and wheeled into the delivery room where my baby was born with no heartbeat. The doctors worked feverishly, but my little boy didn't make it. I named him Aaron, and kissed his tiny, lifeless forehead, my tears burning my eyes and wetting my face, but I didn't care, I was more heartbroken than ever. Things like that can break a marriage, but it seemed to strengthen ours. Two years later I was pregnant again, this time a little girl. We lost her at seven months, and I had to get a hysterectomy. So after I lost the baby, I lost interest in working out for over a year, and I held onto my weight gain, which gave me wide hips, thick thighs, a fat ass, and a gut. Over the last two years though, I've tried to get myself back into another workout routine. I was sure that I would be able to tighten up my flabby thighs and belly, but it was harder than I ever imagined. I have improved some, but I still see the results that my pregnancy and my lack of physical activity afterward has had on my body. After my shower, I went back into the living room and saw that Derek was stirring. He was still lying there naked with our cum mixture drying on his face and in his lap, and he looked up at me as I walked in with a mixture of disbelief and amazement. I smiled and winked at him, but didn't say anything. After a few minutes, he headed to the bathroom to shower. We really didn't talk until dinner time. We were making pasta together and Derek asked "So, how was your shopping trip today?" "It was great, I had a real fun day, and I met someone too,." I answered. "Really?" he replied. Did I detect a note of concern in his voice? "Yeah. It was kinda crazy actually. Neither one of us was looking where we were going, and we collided. Well, we both apologized to each other, then went about shopping our separate ways. Then we sort of ran into each other again later, and since we were both alone, we decided to have lunch together. We hit it off so well, that we ended up shopping together for the rest of the afternoon." I was intentionally hiding that it was a woman I had met, just to see what his reaction would be. "You had lunch with a stranger?" He asked, and I noticed with amusement that there was an edge in his voice all of a sudden. "Oh yeah. In fact, we really hit it off. It was like a really great date, when you are least expecting it." "You're serious?" He asked. Was that a hint of anger I detected? "A date? A really great date?" Oh yeah, definitely anger. "Mm hm." I replied as innocent and carefree as ever. It was so fun to mess with his head sometimes. "Jesus Jessica, what has gotten into you today?" He snapped, and there was no doubt about it, he was feeling some jealousy. He's so cute sometimes. I feigned confusion, looked him in the eyes and said "You mean besides you?" "Who did you meet today Jessica?" I had let him squirm long enough. "Her name is Sara. She's a twenty year old waitress who lives on Hampton Street. She lives with her aunt, and she is really sweet. Now are you still jealous dear?" I gave him my pouty face, and I saw the look of relief, mixed with a bit of embarrassment. His next question had me laughing "Well... was she cute?" "Yes dear, she was adorable." I said as I turned back to shut the stove off, and for some reason, before I could stop myself, I added one more thing "And she's a lesbian." I instantly regretted giving him that piece of information, as he would probably wonder why that had come up in the first place. Would he be jealous again? Did he have any reason to be jealous? He didn't even seem to notice that last comment, and instead he said "Well then, I'm glad you had a good day, and if you do more of what you did to me earlier, I'll let you go shopping with her anytime your little heart desires." "Oh, so now I need your permission to go shopping?" I teased. From across the kitchen came a damp rag that landed somewhere near my shoulder and head. He had thrown it at me. "Hey!" I exclaimed in mock anger, and quickly threw it right back at him. Derek caught the rag out of the air, then held it between both hands, twirling it like he was gonna whip me with it. He came towards me with a wild smile. "Don't you dare!" I screamed, turning away as the first stinging whip hit me on the thigh. "Ouch!" I squealed, more in surprise than in pain. I turned toward him and tried grabbing the towel out of his hand. I managed to catch one hand instead, then I grabbed his other hand as he cornered me up against the counter. He leaned in and kissed me passionately, and suddenly the towel was forgotten. I let go of his hands and wrapped my arms around his back. I felt his arms going around my back and slide between my butt and the counter. Our tongues were sparring with each other as I felt his big hands squeeze my ass cheeks. A moment later he broke the kiss, looked me in the eyes and said "Mmm, Have I ever told you that I love you?" "Mm hm, only about a million times." I answered. "Oh good, I guess I won't ever have to do that again." he said with a smirk. "Hey!" I complained, and playfully pushed him away. "We should eat while it's hot." "Yeah, and before you get yourself into anymore trouble." I added. Dinner was fantastic. We played footsie the whole time we were eating. It was as if we were dating again for the first time, and I was having such a good time. Later on in bed we cuddled and kissed but didn't make love again. Instead, Derek fell asleep and my mind wandered to Sara. I wondered what she was doing, if she was in bed like I was. I wondered if she was thinking about me. I wondered if she was playing with herself, or using the toy she had bought earlier. Why was I thinking like that? Chapter 3 - At the Club The next day, and for the rest of that week, I basically thought less and less about Sara. The longer I was away from her, the harder it became to remember why I had been so...so enamored with her. I laughed at the idea that I had actually entertained the thought that she might be masturbating. It was silly and embarrassing, and I was slightly ashamed at myself. By the following Saturday, I wasn't even planning on calling her back, at least not that weekend. I didn't need to go shopping again anyway. I didn't plan on meeting Sara again until Derek mentioned her that Saturday. "So, are you planning on going out shopping with your friend again? What was her name...Sara right?" I shrugged and said "Oh I don't know. I really don't need to go shopping.again." "Well..." Derek walked around to face me and said "I thought that you had so much fun with her last week. You know, first date fun. So much fun that you couldn't wait to go back shopping with her again. And also, after you and her shopped last week, you came home and ahh...well you remember don't you?" I did remember. The sex was incredible. "I'll think about it." I said, and I did think about it, for most of that day. Later that afternoon, I grabbed my cell phone and found Sara's number. She answered on the second ring. "Hello?" "Sara, it's..." "Jessica! Hi, it's so good to hear from you." I was taken aback. To be honest, I didn't expect her to recognize my voice so quickly. "Hi Sara. It's ah, it's nice to hear you too." I said. "So what's up?" "Well, I was ah wondering, if you...if you're going to be busy tomorrow?" "Why, were you going to ask me on a date?" Woah, a date? Did she really think that I wanted to go on a date with her, or was she just joking? "Ah, well actually, I was thinking about going shopping again, and thought you might want to go with me." There was a pause, you know the kind of pause after you say something that makes you wonder if you said the wrong thing. I wondered briefly if she was disappointed. Then she answered me with a question of her own "Do you go shopping every weekend Jessica?" "Oh no, maybe once a month or so." I answered quickly, not really thinking about it. "Well, we both shopped all day last Sunday, do you really need to shop again tomorrow?" She had me there because I really didn't need to shop and really didn't want to shop again so soon. "Uhm, no...not really. I just thought..." I trailed off, not knowing how to finish the sentence without sounding needy. I was flustered and thought that maybe Sara didn't have as much fun as I had thought. Maybe she just used me for companionship at lunch, and a ride for later. Or maybe she had been interested in me sexually until she found out I was happily married. "Jessica." I heard through the earpiece of the phone. "I'm just giving you shit. Of course I'll go out with you. I was getting worried that I might not ever hear from you again, and then you called. I really meant what I said you know." "What was that?" "That I'm really glad to hear your voice again." I was taken aback for a moment. Her voice had changed with that last comment, it had gotten softer, more...intimate I guess is the word I'm looking for. She was really glad to hear my voice again. It was a sweet thing for a friend to say to another friend, when they haven't talked for months or years, but Sara and I had just talked a week ago. And what she had said earlier, that she was worried she wouldn't hear from me again, for some reason that comment tweaked a spot in my heart, and nearly made me tear up for some reason. I had to take a deep breath and clear my throat before I could even attempt to finish this conversation with her. I expected my voice to be all waverly and cracking, so I had to focus very hard on what I was saying to sound normal. "So then, do you want to meet at the mall, or should I pick you up?" I asked, picturing her house, the one she shared with her aunt. There was another pause, then she said "Are you busy tonight?" It was right out of left field and I didn't know how to answer her. Derek and I hadn't planned anything, although we sometimes went out to eat on a Saturday night, and once in awhile we would go to a movie. "Ahhh I don't think so. Why?" "I'm bored. I'm all alone here in this big old house." "And you want me to...what?" was she going to invite me to her house? "Well, I was thinking that maybe we could go have a drink, or a bite to eat at the place I work at. They have really good food there, better than the food court at the mall even." I laughed with her, feeling at ease once again. Now that I knew what her intentions were. "Oh that sounds great, but before I say yes, I really need to talk to Derek, make sure he didn't want to do anything with me." "Okay, why don't you go talk to him, and if he is cool with you going out on a hot date with a cool young chick, then you call me back and we'll figure it out." "I'll do that." I assured "Talk to you later." and hung up. I was I feeling so...so alive again when I hung up the phone. It was very strange, but just hearing her voice and her silly sense of humor, made me feel like I did last week when I couldn't seem to get her off my mind. I suppose I felt like a teenager again, and I kind of liked the feeling. I was somewhat worried about what Derek would do when I asked him, but I had nothing to fear. He not only okayed it, he practically insisted I go. "You know I would love to take you out on the town tonight, but in all reality, I've had such a long week, I've been thinking about just relaxing on the couch with a movie and popcorn." An Affair of the Heart "So you're okay with me going out with Sara tonight?" "Of course I am. I'd rather know that you are going out and having fun, then being stuck here with me watching some zombie flick. Unless you really want to stay and watch a zombie flick with me." Derek knew that I hated horror movies, and zombie movies especially. "No, I'm all good with that thanks." I was showing my calm exterior, but inside I was a live wire, thrilled to get the chance to go out with Sara. A guilty part of my brain made me add "Are you sure Derek? I just hate to leave you here all alone." Derek walked over to me, bent down and kissed me gently on the lips. "Go out and have fun honey. Then come home and tell me all about it." He's such a good guy. I had all I could do to not start dialing my phone right then and there to tell Sara that I could go with her. I was so excited, like a child outside the gates of a theme park. I held off though and said "Thank you. I need to call Sara back, then go get ready." I gave him another kiss, then turned away. I was gripping my phone, but I waited until I was out of the room before I hit redial and listened for her to answer. Two hours later, I drove into the parking lot of the club. It was a nice looking place on the outside that I had never been to before, as it was in a part of town that I didn't frequent. Sara had said that she would meet me there at eight o'clock, and the clock in my car was reading 7:54. Figuring that I had a few minutes to spare, I sat in my car trying to calm my nerves. Why I was so nervous all of a sudden was a mystery to me, but I had butterflies like it was a blind date I was going on instead of a friendly dinner and drinks with a friend. Being that this was a bar that I had never been inside before, I was curious as to the people who frequented it. What would I do if it was a hangout for a tough biker gang or something? There could be all sorts of badasses who came here. I watched a compact car pull into the lot and park a few spaces down from me. It certainly didn't look like it belonged to anyone tough or in a biker gang. Two women exited the car, and I noticed right away the way they were dressed. It was a style I liked to call 'fashionably sluty'. Their clothes looked expensive, but they were showing off a lot also. Low cut tops and hip hugging skirts. High heels and pantyhose. One wore tall black boots with a four inch heel, and her hair up in a bun. I watched as they met in front of my car and the taller one threw her arm around the shorter one's shoulders. Then they stopped for just a second and kissed each other on the lips, before continuing on still hugging each other. I couldn't take my eyes off them, and as the reached the front steps of the bar, the shorter one gave way to her friend and goosed the taller one's ass when she had stepped up the steps. I've seen plenty of gays and lesbians around the city before that night, so this minor show of affection didn't bother me. I got out of the car and headed toward the front door, feeling better about the clientele that frequented the place based on just the two young women who had preceded me. There was a large, frightening looking woman with an immense chest, a buzz cut, and some wicked tattoos standing just inside the front door. She gave me the once over as I stepped inside, and then said "Welcome to Kiki's. My name is Darla. Are you a returning customer, or is this your first visit?" "My first visit. I'm supposed to be meeting a friend, her name is Sara and she is a waitress here." The woman smiled brightly which transformed her entire face "Oh yeah, Sara told me to keep an eye open for you. She wants me to tell you that she is going to be in the Lipstick Lounge. You can get there by going up either set of stairs. Okay hon?" Darla was a definite character. "Okay, thank you Darla." I said, then made my way into the club. There was music playing, but it was not very loud, and the atmosphere was clean and fresh, not at all seedy. Two things became very clear to me right away. First, there wasn't any men in the whole place. And second, all eyes were on me. Well maybe that is an exaggeration, it wasn't all eyes on me, but there were a lot of eyes on me. Then I noticed something else, there was a lot of lesbians here, and then the realization that this was a lesbian club hit me like a bolt of lightning. I froze, right there in the middle of the room, my eyes were trying to take everything in at once, and there was so much to see. To my right was two women standing against the wall making out. Next to them was a table with three women sitting around. One of the three women was completely bald and was wearing a spiked collar around her neck and large hoop earrings. At another table with two women, an obviously very submissive white woman was feeding her dominant black mistress from a plate of food. The bar was at the far end and several very sexy bartenders in very revealing tops were moving around behind it. I took a deep breath to get my bearings and before I could take a step toward the stairs, a very 'butch' looking woman approached me. "Hey sweetie, you looking for someone?" she asked. "Uhm, I ahh...yeah I'm..." I stammered and stuttered and my brain wouldn't work, and just when I was about to turn around and run out of there I heard a familiar voice calling my name. "Jessica, I'm so glad you made it." I turned to see Sara coming down the stairs to my right. She was a vision, absolutely gorgeous in a short, tight fitting sparkling blue dress. She looked like a movie star. I was never so glad to see someone as I was her at that moment. I never took my eyes off her as she came toward me and the butch woman. "She's with me Susan." she said. Susan gave a defeated look and said "Nice catch Sara. You'll remember me if you ever want to share won't you?" "If I ever decide to share Susan, I'll give you a ring." Sara answered. I couldn't believe they were talking about me like I wasn't even there. The next instant I felt a soft warm hand take my hand and looked down to see that Sara was holding it. "Come on Jessica, let's go upstairs." I let her lead me up the curving stairway to the balcony. There was a whole other room up there, smaller than downstairs, and much more intimately designed. There was booths up here that seemed much more private than the open area downstairs. It was a bit darker up here also, and the music was dampened, making it easier to talk and hear. Sara led me to a booth in the back corner and we sat on opposite ends facing each other. I had my hands up on the table in front of me, my thumbs nervously fidgeting together and my eyes staring down at my hands. I didn't know what to say. I had been thoroughly embarrassed down there and I felt so out of place. Suddenly, Sara's hands reached across the table and grasped both of my hands. She gently pulled them across the table until I had to lean forward, and finally I raised my eyes to look her in the face. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and looking into Sara's eyes, I could see the concern. "Are you alright Jess?" She asked. I tried my best to smile and assure her that I was fine, "Yeah, I'm good." I said, and did my best to not pull my eyes away. I've always been a terrible liar though, and I could tell from the look on her face that she didn't believe me. "I'm sorry Jessica, I never should have suggested for you to come here. We should go." She started to slide out of the booth. I didn't want to end this 'date' early, so I stopped her and quickly reassured her. "No, no I'm fine really. I was just ahh, taken aback I guess. Especially when that woman approached me down there." "Susan, yeah she's quite a character all right. She has a tough exterior, but she really means well. Anyway, that was why I wanted to take you up here in the Lipstick Lounge, it's much more..." She paused while she tried to think of the right word "tame up here. The butch's, dykes, dom's and sub's hang out down there." "Oh, and who hangs out up here?" I asked, looking around. There was two other couples. They were dressed more conservatively than the ones downstairs and they looked more...normal. "The lipstick lesbians. That's why it's the Lipstick Lounge." Now I've heard the term 'lipstick lesbian' before, but I wasn't sure what it meant exactly. "What's a lipstick lesbian?" I asked, feeling just a bit embarrassed about the question. "A lipstick lesbian is a lesbian who is attracted to feminine women. Women who embrace their femininity in dress, and makeup, and hair." She looked down at her hands for a few seconds, then back up at me and said "I enjoy a beautiful, sexy, feminine woman, not a butch who looks like a man." "I see." I said. "Now, I don't know if you noticed or not, but Susan, who was sizing you up the moment you walked in the door, was packing." "She has a gun?" I exclaimed in an alarmed tone. "No, no not a gun," Sara giggled "When a lesbian is 'packing', it means that she is wearing a strap on dildo under her clothes. It gives her the illusion that she has a cock." Now it was my turn to giggle. "Don't laugh, you should hear what women like you are called." Sara said. "What are women like me called?" "Any straight woman is known as a 'breeder' around these parts." I made a shocked face that brought a fresh giggle from Sara, who turned when she saw movement coming toward us. A woman approached us and I looked up to see a scantily clad waitress. "Hey Sara, you miss us so much that you have to come in on your night off, huh." The redhead waitress said. She turned her attention on me, offered me her hand and said "Hi, I'm Mackenzie." I took her hand and said "Jessica...It's nice to meet you." Mackenzie seemed to be devouring me with her eyes. Strangely, it didn't bother me too much. She turned back to Sara and said "Where you been hiding her Sara? She's gorgeous." Sara's eyes flashed to mine, then back to Mackenzie and she said "Oh, we're just friends. Jessica is..." she looked back at me, as if she wasn't sure what to say, then said "She's married." There was a pause as Mackenzie looked from Sara to me and back, then said "Really? I never figured you to go after a married woman." This time, I spoke up "Oh, it's not like that. We're just friends." I glanced up at Sara and saw the unmistakable look of hurting in her face. It was my first realization that she had feelings for me beyond friendship. A part of me wished I hadn't said it, but she had said the same thing just moments before. "A straight girl? Or are you one of the curious ones?" Mackenzie asked with a wide grin. "I'm straight, and uh, I've never really thought about trying something with a woman. I mean that would be cheating on my husband, and I just couldn't do that to him." I answered. Mackenzie looked back at Sara and then back to me. She smiled and said "I see." Then she leaned in close to me, lowered her voice and said "Well I can vouch for Sara here, if you change your mind that is. She's a real sweet girl." She stood back up with her notepad and asked "So would you two like a menu or are you just ordering drinks?" "Jessica will need a menu." Sara replied "I already know what I'm having." "Okay." I was handed a menu and Mackenzie said she would give me a few minutes to look. She walked away to another table while I hid my face behind the oversized menu. "I'm sorry about that." Sara said. I lowered the menu and peered at her over the top. "About what?" "About Mackenzie, and bringing you here...to a lesbian club. I should have known better Jessica. I didn't want to give you the wrong idea." "Sara, it's okay." I assured her, lowering the menu to the table, I reached across and held her hands in mine. "It's not your fault that I've lived such a sheltered life you know. And besides, just because I'm a straight woman in a lesbian club, doesn't mean that I can't enjoy myself right?" I said it for my benefit as much as hers. Sara smiled back at me and nodded her head. "If you feel at all uncomfortable being here, you tell me and we'll leave okay." I nodded then picked up my menu and searched for something good to eat. I settled on the grilled chicken breast with a side salad, and a red wine to drink. Mackenzie came back and we ordered our meals, Sara chose the chicken parmesan, then we chatted and laughed until our meals came. I learned some interesting lesbian lingo, and a few things about some of the patrons also. Sara took me over to the edge of the balcony so we could look down at the action downstairs, and I was shocked at what I saw. The woman who had been feeding her mistress when I had walked in, was now on all fours under the table, and although I couldn't see what she was doing under there, it was quite obvious that she was orally pleasuring her mistress. "They do that once in awhile here." Sara said, adding "nobody minds because there is only women here. The woman at the table is Mistress Yolanda, she runs a bdsm shop in town. I've been told that she has a dungeon in her basement where she trains her submissive slaves. The woman on the floor is Amanda, or at least she was before Yolanda got her claws into her. Whenever Yolanda is around, she only answers to 'pussy pleaser'." "You're kidding!" I shouted out loud in amazement, then was glad that the music had been turned up so no one downstairs could hear me. "No, I'm not. Oh, and you should steer clear of Yolanda too, she has a reputation of going after breeders, especially married ones. From what I've been told, Amanda was once straight, and engaged to be married. And Yolanda likes the white chicks. I think it's some kind of reverse slavery thing you know, at least that's what it seems like to me anyway." Sara fell silent as Yolanda closed her eyes, tilted her head back and opened her mouth. One of her hands was underneath the table and the other was balled up in a fist. Her whole body shook as an obvious orgasm overtook her. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever witnessed, and I couldn't help but stare at her. I don't know how long Sara and I were standing there at the railing watching Yolanda's orgasm, but before we turned back to the table, the sexy black woman opened her eyes, tilted her head back down, and looked directly at me. It was as if she had known I was watching her the whole time. I blinked and quickly lowered my eyes, then turned to look at the other side of the room where Sara was looking. Had she been looking elsewhere while I was shamelessly watching a perfect stranger cum? It appeared that way because she didn't mention the fact that Yolanda had looked right at us. I sensed movement behind us and turned to see Mackenzie come back out with our food. "Hey, let's go eat." I said, touching Sara's arm. I risked a glance back at Yolanda, and saw to my dismay that , not only was she still looking at me, but Amanda was now beside her and Yolanda was pointing me out to her sub. I turned away and quickly walked back to the table where the food was being placed. It looked amazing. "See anything interesting down there?" Mackenzie asked as we sat back in the booth. "Just Yolanda with her slave under the table." Sara replied. "Oh, poor Amanda. That girl really didn't know what she was getting into did she." "Well, she must be getting something out of it." "I guess so. You ladies enjoy your food, and if there is anything else you need, Sara knows how to get me." She pointed to a red button with the word 'Service' printed over it on the back wall of the booth, then left us alone, going back to the elevator that was labeled for staff only. We started to eat and the food was amazing. "Holy shit Sara, you weren't kidding about the food. It's awesome." I marvelled. We ate in near silence, and was just about finished when I saw someone coming up the stairs. Glancing over at her, I realized it was Amanda, who was apparently also called 'pussy pleaser' by her dominant mistress Yolanda. "Ah, I think we have company." I mentioned, motioning to the young woman as she made her way directly to our table. Sara looked up and smiled as she approached and said "Hi Amanda, how are you?" As Amanda reached our table, she fell to her knees, bowed her head and said "I'm fine thank you Miss Sara." She turned towards me, never making eye contact, and said "I'm sorry ma'am, but my mistress has given me orders to come ask you if you enjoyed the show." I put my fork down, swallowed my last mouthful of chicken, and feigned ignorance "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. What show?" "The show of me pleasuring my mistress under the table ma'am." She answered meekly. "Uhh, I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about Amanda." I began, my mind a jumbled, embarrassed mess. "Ma'am, would you please accompany me downstairs to meet Mistress Yolanda?" "Amanda, would you please excuse us," Sara interrupted "we are trying to finish eating our dinner." "I'm so sorry, but mistress told me not to come back down stairs until I got an answer, and..." She trailed off, the look of extreme embarrassment written all over her face. "And what Amanda?" Sara asked. Amanda looked like she was going to start balling any minute and said "I've been instructed to offer my services ma'am, if your friend will come meet my Mistress." Her cute face was bright red, and in that moment I noticed that her chin and cheeks around her mouth, was shiny wet. I looked back at Sara for a moment, then back to Amanda. "I'm sorry, what services are you offering?" Call me naive, but this was all new to me. Sara looked me in the eyes and said "She's offering to service you Jessica, with her tongue, you know, under the table." My eyes must have nearly popped out of my skull at the sudden realization of what was being offered. "Would you like to sample Amanda's services Jessica?" Sara asked. I think the look on my face must have been one of complete disbelief and shock, something that I had done several times that evening already. "Uhmmm...nooo" I said, drawing out each word, then I turned back to Amanda, took a deep breath and said "Thank you Amanda, for the very generous offer. Tell Yolanda that I do appreciate her offer, but I'm going to have to pass." Then, before I excused her from the table, I added "Tell her that I'm with Sara." and I reached across the table and placed my hand on hers. "Yes ma'am. Thank you for your time ma'am. I'm so sorry to bother your dinner." She bowed to us, then turned away and made her way to the stairway. We waited until she was out of sight then we both broke out laughing hysterically. Sara laughed so hard she snorted, then she slapped a hand over her mouth and turned away, giggling so hard that tears ran down her face. I was laughing just as hard, so hard that I suddenly needed to pee. Looking at Sara who had completely broken down in gales of laughter, made it much more difficult to control my own laughter and the harder I laughed, the more I had to pee. I clamped my legs together tightly and looked away from Sara, my cheeks hurting from laughing so hard. I wasn't used to laughing like this, and I was afraid that if I kept it up, I wouldn't be able to hold my urine. Not looking at Sara helped. I was able to take a deep breath and say "I need to pee. You need to stop making me laugh or I'll piss myself." That brought a new gale of giggling from Sara and another snort. With one hand covering her mouth, she waved me away with her other hand. I got to my feet and looked around and saw a door with the word 'Women' on it. I made my way over, still giggling and drawing a few looks from the other couples. I knocked lightly on the door and heard a voice from inside "Just a minute." I stood there rocking back and forth from one foot to another, squeezing my thighs together and finally putting my hand down on my pubic bone. I was cursing the wine which always went right through me, and when I looked back to our table, I saw Sara had finally calmed down and our eyes met across the room. Her eyes dropped down to my hand, then back up to my eyes, and she shrugged her shoulders and giggled again. An Affair of the Heart The door opened behind me and not one, but two women came out of the small, one toilet room. One of the women was wiping her mouth as she walked by me, and I got the unmistakable whiff of female sexual arousal. As I walked into the tiny restroom, I remember thinking how depraved the women in this place were. I barely managed to drop onto the toilet before the floodgates opened and I sighed loudly as my bladder emptied. When I pulled my underwear back up, I noticed right away that they were soaked., and it wasn't from pee. I had been creaming in my underwear without even knowing it, and the proof was cold against my pussy. I quickly pulled them back down and put some folded up toilet paper in the crotch so it wouldn't feel wet and sticky. Once I was fully dressed and washed up, I headed back to the table and sat down. "Feel better?" Sara asked. "Hell yeah. I was bursting, and with you laughing so hard, I thought I was going to piss myself for real." "Have you had enough excitement for one night, or would you like to go downstairs to the dance floor?" Sara asked. "There's a dance floor?" I asked. I hadn't seen one when I came in. "Yeah, it's downstairs through the arch by the bar. That's where the music is coming from." "I love dancing!" I gushed. "Derek is too self conscious and says that he is an uncoordinated white guy with no rhythm. So he won't take me dancing, but I'd love to go down and shake a leg, if you want to, that is." "Sure." Sara said with a grin. Mackenzie was back just then "Hey, how was everything?" "It was awesome." I insisted, and Sara agreed. "Great, so how about dessert?" "I think that will have to wait Mac," Sara said "we're going to go work off some of our meal on the dance floor." "Oh dancing. Sounds like fun. Well you two enjoy, and if you decide you want some dessert, just track me down." Mackenzie said as she loaded our dishes into a plastic tub. I pulled out my credit card to pay for the meal, but Mackenzie put her hand on mine and said "Oh no, put that away, the meal has been taken care of already." I looked up at Sara, who shrugged and said "It's my aunt. She insisted that our meal is on her tonight. It's her paying you back for you giving me a ride home last week. She always worries when I ride the bus." "How nice. I'd like to meet her and thank her." I put my credit card away, then pulled out a ten dollar bill and handed it to Mackenzie. "At least let me pay the tip then." I said. Mackenzie thanked me by giving me a hug and a peck on the cheek, then she followed suit and did the same to Sara. Instead of going back down the stairs, Sara took me down the elevator for employees only, which brought us to the kitchen. She led me through the bustling kitchen area, introducing me to a few of the kitchen staff on the way to a hallway where the timeclock was, then through another door which opened into the area where the dance floor was. The music was booming, lights were twirling and flashing, people were dancing. Sara grabbed me by the hand and led me toward the raised dance floor, which was lit from below by colorful flashing and spinning lights. As she walked through the crowd, she was swaying her body to the beat, her free hand raised above her head. Finally we stepped up onto the dance floor and Sara turned toward me, still holding my hand and dancing. I danced with her, my eyes becoming fixated on her gyrating body. She was a great dancer and the way she moved showed off her sexy body. Watching her was almost hypnotic and I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from her, and not wanting to. As that song came to an end, and another one started, I glanced up into her eyes, and saw that she was staring right at me, with a knowing look on her face. She grinned at me, then spun around and continued dancing while facing away from me. My eyes travelled up and down her backside and settled on her ass as she bent forward a bit and shook her booty. Her ass and thighs jiggled like a big bowl of jello. I laughed and slapped her ass a couple of times until she jumped up and spun back around to face me. We danced to three fast songs in a row and were both panting hard by the time the DJ played a slow song. Figuring that we were going to take a break, I started to turn away to give way to all the couples that were now hugging each other close. Sara grabbed my arm, stopping me and as I turned back to look at her, her hand slid down my arm to my hand. Holding my hand tightly, she stepped toward me and pulled me into her embrace. I thought for the briefest moment she was going to kiss me as we came together. She didn't try to kiss me though, instead she pulled me to her loosely and began to sway with to the slow beat of the music. It took me probably thirty seconds to loosen up and allow myself to relax with Sara. Once I realized that she wasn't trying to feel me up or anything, I was able to focus on the music and just dance. The rest of the night went really well. I was having so much fun and it was obvious that Sara was really enjoying herself too. After a while, Sara said she needed to use the restroom, and I said that was fine because I needed a breather anyway. We walked away from the dance floor together and I told her I would take a seat by the mirrored wall, since there was a few empty chairs. I made my way through a crowd of people and came face to face with Yolanda, who was leading her slave Amanda around by a leash. "Well hello there." She shouted above the music. Up close, Yolanda was an intimidating woman. She was tall, standing nearly a foot taller than me which was greatly helped by the five inch stilettos on her thigh high black platform boots. She was wearing a shiny black latex mini skirt and her top was nothing more than a shaped black latex bra. Her generous cleavage was on display for all to see. I did my best to not show any weakness. I smiled curtly and yelled "Hi" then tried to go out around them. Yolanda moved in front of me, blocking my path. "Excuse me." I shouted, and tried to move back the other way. Yolanda moved right along with me, this time stepping forward so I bumped into her, my face about chest high. It was obvious that she was intentionally blocking me, and I was losing my patience. "What do you want?" I shouted, backing up a few steps. "I want to talk to you!" she shouted back. "Out in the other room where it is quieter." I shook my head and shouted back "I don't know you, and I'm waiting for my friend to come out of the restroom." "Yeah, Sara right." She nodded. "We'll wait for her here." Oh boy, this was going to be fun. I turned around and looked through the crowd for Sara, then felt a heavy arm slide across my shoulder as Yolanda sidled up to me and pulled me against her. She outweighed me by who knows how much and was obviously much stronger than me, making me worry about what she was going to try to do. I didn't have to wait long thankfully, as I soon saw Sara making her way back through the crowd. She saw me in Yolanda's embrace, and I saw a look of worry on her face, as I'm sure she could see on mine also. As she came up to us she asked "What's going on?!?" "Follow us! We need to talk." Yolanda shouted to Sara, then turned with me still under her arm and led me into the other area until we could hear better. Once out in the quieter area, she pushed me into a booth and shoved in beside me, blocking me in. "Okay, I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, but this is not okay." I said, as I was really starting to worry. Sara sat opposite us and Amanda kneeled on the floor beside the table. I could tell by the look on Sara's face, that she was not happy. Yolanda ignored me and looked at Sara. "'Kay Sara, how much for one night with your whore?" "What?!?" I snapped. Who the hell did she think she was anyway. As calmly as she could, Sara answered "Yolanda, listen to me. Jessica is with me, and I don't share...ever. So move your fat, black ass out of her way, and let her get up, before I call Darla over here." I looked at Sara in shock. She was maybe half the size of Yolanda, hell she is smaller than me, and yet there she was standing up to the bully without fear. Yolanda turned to me and said "How come I ain't never seen yo' ass in here?" Thinking fast I answered "I'm not from around here. I live on the west side." "West side huh? You too good for us over here on the east side?" "Of course not, I just didn't know this place was here until Sara brought me here." "How long you two been going together?" Sara spoke up again "What does it matter Yolanda? I told you once that I don't share, and I meant it." Yolanda gave an evil sneer to Sara and I worried about her safety, not necessarily that night, but who knows what Yolanda was capable of. Sara however, never backed down, and I was more than impressed, I was in awe. "Well then," Yolanda turned back to me and said "if you ever want to sample some real woman, you come see me honey. Mistress Yolanda will treat you right." She slid out of the booth and yanked the chain that was attached to Amanda's collar. "Come on pet, time to go home and get back in your cage." I watched in wide eyed amazement as Yolanda walked toward the exit with Amanda following two step behind her. Once they were out of sight I looked at Sara and said "Oh my God Sara, what the hell was that all about?" "Don't worry about Yolanda. She likes to talk tough, but if you stand up to her, she'll back down." I shook my head in wonder and then asked "Did she really mean it when she said that Amanda is going into a cage?" "I haven't been to her place, but I've heard plenty of rumors, and if those rumors are true, she does have a cage where she keeps her pets." "Wow." was all I could say. I looked at my watch and was surprised to see that it was already past midnight. I had been having so much fun that the time had just flown by. "So, are we still on for shopping tomorrow?" I asked. "Sure, but only if you come to my place for lunch first." Sara answered. It was unexpected, but I wasn't going to refuse. "I'd like that." I said with a smile. Then I took a deep breath and said "I've had a great time tonight Sara, but I need to get heading home. Derek is probably wondering where I am." She nodded and said "Come on, I'll walk you out." We headed toward the exit and I thought about how uncomfortable I had felt when I walked in earlier. I didn't feel the same now, in fact I felt perfectly at home with all these lesbians around. Outside the fresh air smelled crisp and sweet, and there was a cold breeze blowing, cooling my heated body down. My ears were ringing and felt a bit like they were stuffed with cotton, but I felt so alive and happy. We walked side by side across the parking lot, which had filled up a whole lot since I showed up. I never knew there were so many lesbians around. While walking we discussed what time I would go to her house the next day. As we reached my car, I turned toward Sara, and leaned against my car door. "I had such a good time Sara, thank you for inviting me tonight." I was looking into her eyes, and without any warning, she leaned in and placed a soft kiss right on my lips. The kiss lasted only about two seconds, but as she pulled back, I saw that her eyes were closed and her face was blissful. As she opened them, she blinked a few times and her face went from blissful to pained, and she quickly turned and rushed away, running across the parking lot. I opened my mouth to shout to her, but no sound came out. Instead I just watched her until she jumped in her car, started it, and sped out of the lot. I must have stood in that spot beside my car for another five minutes, my mind a jumbled mess of thoughts, feelings and confusion. It wasn't like I didn't know that Sara was a lesbian, I mean she told me that the first time I met her, but I didn't really think that she had any sexual feelings for me...did I? Then there was the idea that I may have been leading her on. Of course I hadn't planned on giving her the wrong idea. I'd told her that I was married, that I loved my husband and wouldn't think about having an affair. So why did she kiss me? And why the hell did I like it so much? Chapter 4 - With my Husband Again I finally crawled into my car and drove home. When I got home, Derek was asleep on the sofa with the TV still on. I locked the front door, and quietly walked past him and into the bedroom. I fished my cell phone from my pocket and scrolled through my list of contacts until I found Sara. I wanted to call her, but I decided instead to send a text. My texting skills were nowhere near as good as Sara's, but I was getting better. My fingers danced over the tiny keys until I had the message I wanted. " Hello Sara. I'm worried about you. Are you okay" I hit the send button with a bit of trepidation, then sat on the edge of the bed to wait for a reply. It seemed to take forever, but was really only a few minutes before I received a two word reply. "I'm fine" I quickly began typing again "Why did you run away?" Her reply came back amazingly fast. "I was embarrassed." She was embarrassed for kissing me. I typed again "What were you embarrassed for?" I waited for another thirty seconds or so before my phone chimed again, indicating another text. Before I could even finish reading it, another one came through, followed immediately after by a third. In order, the texts read- "I shouldn't have kissed you." followed by "You are a married woman." and lastly "And you are not a lesbian." All three statements were so true, and yet I wasn't upset that she had kissed me, not at all. In fact, my mind kept replaying the kiss over and over in my head. The softness of her lips, the taste of her watermelon lip gloss, the briefest look of serenity on her exquisite face, the tingle I felt between my legs, all together was not something that I would soon forget. I thought about what my next text to her would say. She was obviously emotionally fragile right now, and I didn't want to upset her more. I settled for "Why did you kiss me?" There was a much longer pause this time and I worried that she took the question the wrong way. I was just about to type another text, when my phone chimed again. I opened the text and read it. "I don't know. You just looked so pretty, and it felt like a real date, and I couldn't help myself." Almost instantly, another text came through "I'm so sorry. ):" This new revelation wasn't entirely a surprise to me. I had gone over and over it in my head after the fact and had come to the conclusion that Sara may have had feelings for me that went deeper than friendship. The question was, what was I going to do about it?. I began typing on my phone "Don't be sorry Sara. The kiss just surprised me, but, I kinda liked it. I think." I sat there looking at the text that I had typed and tried to think of a good reason to send it. All I could think of was reasons not to send it. I would be leading her on, for one. Another reason was that I might not feel the same way about her kiss come tomorrow morning, when the memory has faded. There was the facts that, as she already pointed out, I was married and straight. And finally, what would this do to our friendship? My mind still in a quandry, I touched the 'send' button. Damn the consequences, I thought, it was the truth. I waited for a reply, my nerves causing my body to tremble, and when my phone did chime, I jumped in surprise and quickly checked the message. "I liked it too. (( :" I smiled at her message and before I could reply, another chime lit up my phone. "Are you still coming for lunch tomorrow?" and another one right after said "I promise I won't kiss you again." I took a deep breath and typed "I'll be there. And another kiss wouldn't be so bad." I wanted to send it, but I didn't dare to. Instead, I deleted the part about the kiss, and sent just the first part. "Great, see you then. Good night." "Good night." I closed my phone and closed my eyes, thinking about my evening. It had everything, fun, excitement, fear, dancing, and it ended with a sweet kiss. I heard a noise, opened my eyes and Derek was standing in the doorway. "How long have you been home?" He asked. "Just a few minutes. You looked so comfortable on the couch, I thought I'd let you sleep until I was ready for bed." He nodded and ran his hand through his dark hair, only recently starting to retreat higher on his forehead. He was still so handsome, even with tousled hair, and after my adventurous evening, I was horny. I set my phone aside, and got to my feet. Slinking over to him, I sidled up close and rubbed my whole body against his. I looked up into his still sleepy eyes and asked "So, are you too tired to fuck your wife?" Derek's eyes opened wider and his hands slid around my back. "I think I might be able to manage that." He answered, before adding "If you can convince me." I laughed lightly and pulled back "Oh really, I have to convince you huh?" He nodded, his eyes sparkling. He wanted convincing, I would convince him. I slid down onto my knees in front of him and began unbuttoning his pants. Once unbuckled, I grabbed his pants on both sides of his hips and tugged them down to his knees. His boxers slid down with his pants, leaving his cock hanging in the breeze. It wouldn't be hanging for long. Without using my hands, I slurped up his flaccid cock and took the entire thing in my mouth. Derek grunted and moaned, feeling the heat from my mouth engulfing him. His cock didn't just expand, it surged powerfully forward, filling my mouth so completely that I had to back off before I choked. It was as if his cock had been suffocating, and I had resuscitated it, bringing it back to life. It was mouth to cock resuscitation. A moan escaped Derek's lips as he grew fully erect. I began sucking hard on the end of his cock and felt the head expand to what felt like double his normal size. This time, Derek exclaimed "Oooohhhh ffffffffuuuucckkkkkk!" I popped my mouth off his swollen member and looked up at him. "Was that convincing enough?" I asked. He looked down at me, a newly energized grin on his face, and hooked his hands under my arms. Derek pulled me up to standing, then lifted me up off the ground. He walked forward with me until the back of my legs hit the bed, where he dropped me on the mattress. In a sexual fever, he started stripping my clothes off, while I slid my hands up under his shirt to feel his manly chest. In no time at all, I was naked, and he ripped off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. Derek grabbed my legs and spread them wide, folding my legs at the knees and pushing them up in the air, which raised my ass off the bed. Licking his lips, he dropped his face into my spread open pussy and started devouring it. I closed my eyes as the sensations took over, and in my mind I pictured that it was Sara who was licking me. I was so wet, that Derek even picked his face up and said "Jesus babe, you're fucking soaked." before diving back in and slurping up my juices. His voice ruined my visual of Sara being the one eating me, but I was so close to orgasm, that a freight train could have crashed through the bedroom wall right then, and I would have still grabbed Derek's head and held him there until I finished. Derek wasn't just licking me, he was using his whole mouth. He was sucking at my distended labia, he was gently biting me everywhere, and his tongue was probing my entire vagina. It was when he finally attacked my clitoris that the wonderful orgasmic spasms tore through me. My orgasm crashed through my body like waves breaking over a wall in a hurricane. My legs came together on their own accord, trapping my husband's head in between my thighs. He never stopped flicking away at my clitoris with his tongue, and even though it became super sensitive, my body was so rigid, my muscles so tight, that I couldn't release him and he wasn't stopping. If I was wet before, I was more than drenched now, as I actually felt my pussy squirt, something that never happens.