0 comments/ 110255 views/ 13 favorites The Turning Point By: jaiceeuk This is one of my early stories and is entirely a work of fiction. I have a couple of other early stories and am currently working on some new stuff. Feel free to e-mail any comments. ***** My first wedding anniversary proved to be a major turning point in my life. It was certainly not a direction I wanted to take but one I now feel helpless to reverse. I had first met my second wife Zoe when she joined the company I was working for 18 months ago. Zoe was a real head turner, long blonde hair, tall, slim and with a figure to die for. At 25 she was nearly 20 years younger than me and the provocative way she dressed, always tight, figure hugging short skirts and sheer, see through tops soon made her the centre of attention amongst all the male staff members. I was still trying to get over my first wife leaving me for a younger man 6 months previously and realising that Zoe was totally out my league kept my distance and shyly admired her from afar. Nobody was more surprised than I was, when Zoe started to take an interest in me, asking my advice on both work and personal matters and making a point of talking to me at every opportunity. I couldn’t believe my luck when she suggested we should go for a drink after work one evening and was the proudest and happiest man on earth as our relationship developed in a short period of time. The age difference never seemed to be a problem to Zoe and as soon as my divorce was finalised, we were married. We decided that working together might be the only problem, as our company didn’t approve of relationships at work. Zoe decided she should be the one to leave and soon found another job at a young up and coming advertising agency. Things couldn’t be better, here I was a 44 year old average looking man with the sexiest, most stunningly gorgeous 25 year old woman you could imagine. Sex with Zoe was a heart stopping experience from the start. She was practically insatiable and loved to experiment with fantasy play and a variety of toys. She always took the lead in our games as her imagination and experience quite obviously surpassed my own. My previous sexual experiences had generally been of nothing more than straight sex in the missionary position but Zoe was leading me into a whole new world of exciting fantasies. When we started to experiment with mild bondage, Zoe loved to be the one in control and to my surprise I found being teased and tormented whilst helplessly bound to the bed an incredible turn on. Zoe was quick to notice the effect this had on me and it became a regular part of our sex lives. Over time Zoe used her skillful teasing techniques to force me to reveal my most secretive fantasies. As always she would lead the proceedings, teasing my erect cock mercilessly with her fingers while describing a variety of scenarios and watching me closely to assess the full effect of her suggestions. It was impossible to hold anything back from this gorgeous creature. She would continually bring me to the very edge of orgasm as she probed deeper into my psyche, denying me the release I was so desperate for until she was certain I had fully revealed my innermost secret desires. When Zoe first asked me, during one of her teasing sessions, if I found the idea of her with another man exciting it came as a shock to me that my erect cock seemed to get even harder. If it had been a real situation I would have hated the idea, but as an extension of our teasing games I found myself getting more and more excited as she continued to question me about what I’d like her to do with an imaginary partner. Zoe seemed to get more and more turned on herself, as she forced me to admit that as a fantasy I found the idea the most exciting yet. Over time this became a regular theme to our sessions with Zoe taking a more dominant approach to describing how she would cuckold me and introducing a degree of verbal humiliation by suggesting that her pretend lover would be younger and more virile than me. Zoe knew my first wife, Wendy, had left me for a younger man and used this knowledge to torment me by suggesting it could happen all over again. She seemed to get as excited as me by these sessions and after a while began to use people either we both knew or that she had met (and would describe to me) as the subject of her imaginary lover. The sex after these teasing sessions was incredible with both of us getting so hot that Zoe would climb on top of me, whilst I was still firmly tied to the bed, and fuck me to orgasm as she continued her descriptions of what they would do together. After each of these sessions I would be at pains to reassure Zoe that, whilst as a fantasy, it was an incredible turn on, I loved her more than anything and in reality could not bear to think about her with anyone else. Zoe would smile and tell me it was only a fantasy but she got so hot seeing me squirm in excitement, and found the power she felt when tormenting me the best turn on ever. Then came our first anniversary. As the anniversary fell on a Friday we had planned to celebrate on the Saturday, I had asked Zoe what she wanted for her anniversary present and she promised to think about it and let me know before the day. I was surprised to get a call from Zoe early on the Friday morning at work. “Hello darling” she purred “I’ve just decided what I want to do for our anniversary, so I thought I ought to let you know” Just the sound of her voice was enough to make my heart beat faster, I was besotted with my beautiful wife and would give her anything she wanted. “You see sweetie” she continued in her sexiest voice, “I’ve decided I don’t want to wait until tomorrow to celebrate. I’ve been getting hot thinking about all the things I could do to you tonight and I just don’t want to wait, is that OK with you?” I felt my cock harden immediately and slid further under my desk in case anyone noticed. “Of course that’s OK with me darling” I replied looking forward to any idea that my sexy wife had come up with. “Well in that case, I want you to get away from work early and go shopping for my anniversary present” “No problem” I replied “just tell me what to buy, you can have anything you want.” “That’s sweet of you” she purred “ I want you to think about the sexiest outfit you can imagine me wearing and buy it for me to wear tonight. I do mean full outfit, underwear and shoes included and it has to be an outfit that would make my lover hard as soon as he sees me” Zoe’s last words were enough to make my cock twitch in anticipation of the games she had planned for me. Her final comment however confirmed that I could look forward to a night of teasing fantasies as she said, “I’ve just met a new starter at work, he’s called Tony and he’s very young and good looking sweetie. If you do well choosing my outfit I’ll tell you all about him tonight” It was impossible for me to work that morning, all I could think of was my wife dressed in the most erotic clothing, tying me to the bed and describing her fantasy lover whilst teasing and tormenting me to the edge of insanity. Immediately after lunch I made my excuses and headed for town with my credit card at the ready. Two hours and over a thousand pounds later I was heading for home. I had chosen the sexiest, midnight blue, tight satin bra and panties set with matching garter belt, silk stockings and the highest stiletto heeled shoes I could find. After much deliberation, I had finally selected a figure hugging black velvet dress, which was low cut at the front and short enough to barely cover the stocking tops. I was so excited I felt weak with excitement as I imagined how she was going to look for our special night. I desperately wanted to relieve the aching sensation in my balls as I sat waiting for Zoe to get home, but knowing how insatiable she could be when in the mood for our little games I knew I had to save myself for her. By the time I heard her key in the door I was beside myself with excited anticipation. Zoe smiled at my discomfort, glancing down at my obviously erect cock as she headed up to the bathroom. “Bring my present up sweetie, will you” she called over her shoulder. I gathered up the bags and almost ran upstairs as I heard her running the shower. “Zoe smiled at my urgency and gently scolded “slow down, a man of your age shouldn’t be getting so excited. Now put the bags down here and go and lie down on the bed, I’ll be in as soon as I finish getting myself cleaned up for my date with Tony” I didn’t expect the game to start so early but this new approach of pretending to prepare for her imaginary lover made my cock twitch in arousal. This was definitely going to be a night to remember. “Oh and sweetie……. Make sure you’re naked by the time I get there, there’s a good boy” The wait seemed to last forever. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest, as I lay naked listening to Zoe humming as she showered, the image of her superb body naked and wet causing my erection to throb even more, and then a faint rustling sound. I guessed she was inspecting my choice of clothing and hoped she found them as exciting as I did. My cock felt harder than it ever had before and was already starting to leak precum as I waited obediently for the woman I adored. Zoe eventually appeared at the door, she was wearing her short silk kimono and her hair was damp from the shower. She looked so damn sexy, she took my breath away. She smiled as she heard my gasp of desire and watched my cock twitch in appreciation. “Still excited then sweetie? She purred as she made her way round the bed. Just watching the way Zoe moved was enough to raise my blood pressure to an unbearable pitch. Her long sensuous legs moved with a powerful grace as her hips swayed in a mesmerising sexy motion. She pulled open the bottom drawer of the bedside cabinet and pulled out her leather cuffs and two pieces of strong nylon rope. I could feel my breathing getting heavier as she calmly handcuffed my hands to the headboard and then pulled each leg towards the side of the bed and tightly secured the ropes around the feet of the bed. I was stretched out naked, the muscles in my arms and legs pulled tight and my cock straining directly upwards, as hard as iron. “There” Zoe announced, standing back to view her handiwork with an amused smile. “Now I can get ready for Tony without any interference from you” Zoe moved to the dressing table and sitting on the stool sideways onto me began blow drying her long golden hair. Her legs were crossed with her kimono riding up to reveal her strong thighs and her delicate neck was bent forward as she ran her brush slowly through her hair. “So, do you want to know all about Tony, sweetie” Our games had never started this way before, but my whole body was so erotically charged I couldn’t wait to feel her teasing touch and was happy to play things her way. “Yes, tell me all about him,” I pleaded. “Well he’s very hunky and much younger than you of course” she started, “and he’s absolutely gorgeous. He’s tall, over six feet, and has a very well toned body, but then younger men do tend to keep themselves in better shape don’t they?” As she spoke this last sentence Zoe glanced over at me and deliberately ran her eyes over my body from head to foot with a faint smile. She continued with her verbal tormenting, “that’s probably why women married to older men always seem to go for younger lovers, but then you know all about that don’t you sweetie?” My cock was twitching almost uncontrollably. I loved Zoe’s teasing games but was getting desperate for her to move to the next stage where I would at last enjoy the physical contact I craved so badly. Zoe however had other plans. Her hair now dry and looking absolutely gorgeous she bent forward and removed the new shoes I had picked out for her that afternoon. She slipped them onto her feet and then watching my eyes following her every move she stood and stepped towards the edge of the bed. “Now let’s see what effect this has on an old man shall we.?” Looking directly at my throbbing cock she slowly slipped the silk kimono off her shoulders and allowed it to drop silently to the floor. Standing with her legs slightly apart I couldn’t help but gasp aloud. Zoe was wearing the new lingerie I had bought that afternoon. The bra held her superb breasts tightly emphasising her deep cleavage and her hard nipples were clearly visible through the fabric, an indication of how aroused she was feeling. The thong panties were even tighter between her legs and I could not tear my eyes away from the shiny strip of satin, which formed a flimsy, hugging barrier to her neatly trimmed pussy. Zoe looked down at my bobbing cock and smiled as she leant forward to run her fingernails excruciatingly slowly and lightly from the base of my cock to the head, just once. As she released her touch my cock twitched violently in a futile attempt to prolong the sensation of contact. “Mmmm not bad for your age sweetie” she purred “if it does that to you I can’t wait to see what it does to Tony. Younger men get so much harder don’t they?” As she spoke Zoe wrapped the garter belt around her waist and put her hand behind her to fasten it. Her eyes never left mine for a second as she watched the desperation of desire in my expression. Zoe picked up the black silk stockings and placed one foot on the bed inches from my face. As she slowly pulled the stocking up her leg, I had a perfect view of the narrow strip of satin covering her crotch. The throbbing of my erection was becoming almost unbearably painful as she fastened the first stocking to the garter belt and slowly repeated the process for her other leg. Whilst this incredibly erotic show was being performed inches from my staring eyes, Zoe continued to taunt me. “It’s funny isn’t it sweetie how women can always tell when a man is going to be particularly well endowed? I just know that Tony is going to be the best ever, do you think Wendy felt like that when she first met her new man? Do you think she used to go out dressed like this while you were waiting at home.?” My mouth was so dry I could hardly speak “ I…I…don’t know” I said truthfully. “It seems you like seeing me dressed like this?” “Oh god, yes, Zoe you’re the most beautiful, sexy woman I’ve ever seen. I want you so much it hurts” “You poor thing” she said sexily, “If Tony really is as good as I think he will be, this might be your last chance ever to see me like this. Would that be hard for you sweetie?” “I couldn’t live without you Zoe, you know that” I replied. “Well you may have to, life’s tough sometimes isn’t it? Zoe had now finished putting her stockings on and stepping back into her stiletto shoes walked over to the dressing table and picked up a small mirror and her cosmetics bag. She seemed to be acting in an even more confident, superior manner than was usual for our games but in my excited condition I didn’t spot the warning signs. Coming back to the bed she leant over me to balance the mirror on top of the headboard, her breasts were inches from my gasping mouth. She obviously knew that her closeness was enflaming me even more as she took her time adjusting the angle of the mirror causing her breasts to sway slightly from side to side and watching my eyes moving to follow her satin encased nipples with every movement. Once she was satisfied with the position she sat next to me on the bed and started pulling lipsticks, eyeliners and other cosmetics from her bag and arranging them on the bedside cabinet. Her smile as she looked down at me seemed a little more evil than any I had seen before as she said, “I’ve got to look my best for tonight sweetie, is it hard for you watching me take so much trouble to get ready for my new lover?” As she spoke she reached down and took my erect cock in her hand. She giggled as I thrust upwards and after a few mind blowing strokes released my cock leaving me groaning aloud and pleading for her to continue. “Don’t be silly sweetie, I’ve got to finish getting ready, Tony will be here soon to pick me up and I don’t want to keep him waiting?” Zoe climbed onto the bed and sat on my chest with her knees bent and her ankles by my ears. The vee of her panties was inches from my eyes and her position ensured that, with her legs parted, it was impossible to think about anything other the mind blowing sight of her satin clad pussy, so near but out of reach. Zoe rested her arms on her knees and looked down at my tortured features below. “Wanna know the best bit sweetie?” “W..W..What” I stuttered nearly out my mind with lust. “This time it’s not a game sweetie. Oh I know you always say you like the fantasy but would hate the reality, but you see tormenting you has turned me on so much that I want to take it further now. I want to really see you suffer for me, pretending’s not enough for me anymore. “B…B..But” I started to object. Zoe put her finger to her mouth. “Shhh sweetie” she whispered, “I’m going to sit here and get ready for Tony and while I’m doing that I want to watch me and imagine how Tony will feel when he touches what you can’t reach. Imagine him sliding his fingers between my legs for the first time feeling me through my panties. Imagine him sliding his hands inside and feeling how wet he’s made me. Most of all I want you to imagine how you’re going to feel lying here with a hard on that you can’t reach and thinking about all the wonderful things we’ll be doing to each other.” Zoe smiled the cruelest smile I had ever seen as she saw the shock and horror in my eyes. “Of course you can try and talk me out of it sweetie, It’ll be fun to hear you begging, but don’t get your hopes up too high will you?” For the next twenty minutes I was in an agony of desperation as I watched my beautiful wife carefully applying foundation, eyeliner and worst of all lipstick to her pouting lips using the mirror she had placed on the headboard. All of her suggestions of Tony’s fingers touching her, were creating vivid, painful images in my mind and her panty covered pussy so close to my lips, but out of reach, was making me dizzy with desire. I begged, I pleaded, I babbled incoherently and I sobbed in desperation, but Zoe never spoke a word. She just smiled down occasionally at my pathetic attempts to dissuade her and concentrated on making herself look even more irresistible than usual. I told her over and over how much I adored her and how I could not bear the reality of her seeing anybody else. I promised I would do anything for her if only she would stay with me. I had never felt so frightened in my life and I was desperate to make sure that she understood how I felt and how much I needed her. Zoe put the finishing touches to her make up and again, looked down at me through her parted knees. Smiling innocently she was the most gorgeously sexy vision I had ever witnessed. “Sorry sweetie, did you say something? I was a little preoccupied thinking about my plans for tonight, still I’m sure it wasn’t important.” She climbed off the bed, her nyloned thighs brushing my face as she did so and pulled the sexy new dress, I had bought, from the hanger. Standing by the side of the bed looking down at me in amusement she said “take a good look sweetie, you’ll probably never see this much of me again. I want the image engraved into your memory so you never forget what you’re missing and what my lover is enjoying. Through the tears that were welling up in my eyes I watched as she slipped the dress over her head and smoothed it down with a wiggle of her hips. She looked just as good, if not better, than I had imagined she would when I had chosen what to buy. Zoe looked briefly at my straining cock and back to my tortured face with a look of mock sympathy. “Poor boy” she whispered sexily, “is this evening not working out quite how you imagined. Let’s see if we can’t make it a little bit more exciting for you” The Turning Point "I need to see you in my office. Can you come down as soon as possible please?" he asked her over the interoffice intercom. He put down the phone without waiting for her response, knowing she'd come when her supervisor called. So began the conversation she dreaded all day. She put the transfer request in his mailbox at lunch and hoped that he'd understand, sign it, and send her on her way without this confrontation. She'd hoped. But hope had just been denied, perhaps right along with her transfer. That remained to be seen. To say that things were tense lately would not adequately describe what was happening between them. After she'd spent two long months using every opportunity she had to tell him exactly how she felt about him as a leader, as a friend, and honestly, as a man, he spent the following two months keeping her at arm's length, leaving her out of important team decisions, and generally killing her with his lack of feeling and sensitivity. Gone were the long, lingering hugs and kind words they'd enjoyed in the previous two months. They'd been replaced with long stretches of silence and intense periods of ignoring her presence. He'd had a glimpse of her heart, and if he didn't know by now how she felt about him, he likely never would. She couldn't have made it much more plain and simple than she already had. He didn't want it, she figured, based on his response to her offering him her heart. As she walked down the hall to his office, she steeled herself for whatever was about to come. Perhaps he'd be relieved. He seemed to want this based on his recent interaction with her. Maybe this was just him thanking her for being the one to take the initiative to make this change. Maybe hope wasn't letting her down after all. "You wanted to see me?" she said upon her arrival in his doorway, noticing how quiet the office was. It got that way after 5:00, she figured. "I do. Come in and sit down, please," he requested of her in a neutral tone, giving away nothing of what this conversation would entail. "Sure," she replied and made her way to the table and chairs in his office. After closing the door behind her, he joined her there. ***** As he looked at her, his heart squeezed in his chest. She wanted to leave him. After saying she never would, she was attempting to do that very thing with the transfer form she'd casually laid in his mailbox for his signature. She had been distant lately, but this was so unlike her. She usually met things head on, even uncomfortable situations like this one. Putting transfer forms in his mailbox without talking to him about it, like it was not a huge move for them both, was not her style. Not at all. He counted on seeing her every day, basking in the joy she brought to his existence. He depended on her being there to cheer him on, comfort him when things fell apart, as they sometimes did, and generally make his life wonderful just by her presence. And now she wanted to go. How on earth could he let her? But really, how could he stop her if this is what she wanted? He sure wouldn't let her go easily, though. If she wanted this, she was going to have to face him and tell him why. That much he had a right to know, he figured. "So," he began, "you want to transfer out of here." "No, it's not what I want," she replied honestly. "It's what I have to do." "Nobody's forcing you to make this request. You don't 'have to' do this. You want this. And I want to know why before I sign these forms for you," he returned, trying to keep the hurt out of his voice as much as he possibly could, given the fact that she was trampling on his heart. "You're right. No one is forcing me to transfer. But I have to just the same. I won't survive if I stay," she told him, avoiding eye contact with her best friend, the man who stole her heart but didn't want to possess it. "Not too long ago, you used to think working with me was one of the best things in your life. Or so you said. Now you think you won't survive it? What changed so much in the past two months?" he asked, deliberately trying to make his voice sound normal despite the intense pain her words brought him. "So much has changed. It's not you. It's much more me. I've changed. And I can't stay here with you day in and day out like this anymore. It's too hard." "Being my friend and my colleague is truly that hard for you? I thought you admired the leadership I brought to this job. I thought you respected the character I have and the principles I live by. Were all those beautiful words just that -- words and nothing more?" he asked, letting his guard slip and his hurt show in his voice and on his face. "No. They were heartfelt. I meant them all. I still do. Which is why I'm asking you to let me transfer. Please," she begged him. She couldn't stand to see the hurt and confusion on his face, but neither could she allow herself to stay here wanting things from him that she'd never have, hurting so deeply at being dismissed from his life so easily when he was the center of her existence. "That makes no sense. You admire me, but you're leaving. Explain that to me. Tell me why you want this. Tell me how you can respect me on the one hand but won't survive if you keep working with me on the other," he replied. "I can't," she said. "I won't sign these transfer requests until you do," he replied. "You have to," she pleaded. "No, I don't. And I won't until I know. Tell me. Why do you want this?" "Don't make me do this. Please," she begged, tears slipping out of the corners of her eyes. "I have to," he whispered. "I can't let you leave me without knowing." "Please," she whispered back. "Don't make me tell you this. Just let me go." "Why? Why do you have to do this?" he insisted, his voice clouded with emotion as much as hers was. "Because I'm in love with you, OK? I LOVE YOU!" she finally admitted, her voice louder than she'd intended. He did the first thing that came to mind when he heard those incredible words from her. He leaned across the table, put his hands on either side of her face, brought her closer to him, and kissed her. To say that it took her by surprise would be a huge understatement. It surprised him, too. The intensity of the emotion they'd just shared overwhelmed his inhibitions and his common sense. But he could no more stop himself in that moment than he could ask the world to stop spinning on its axis. The desire he had for her was just as much a force of nature as that, and likewise could not be held back even if he had wanted to, which he didn't. When the kiss ended, he looked directly at her and saw the impact it had on her. She was speechless. Her eyes wide with confusion and desire, her lips parted slightly, her breathing quick and shallow. In other words, she looked just like he did, he was sure. After a few seconds, he found his voice. "That's what I needed to know," he said, and then stood, pulling her out of her chair and into his arms. He kissed her again, more slowly and romantically this time. This kiss left nothing unsaid. With it, he told her why he had no intention of letting her go, how much he wanted and needed her in his life. This may very well be the only chance he had to do this, and he was not going to waste it. ***** She never imagined it would happen this way. He was supposed to just sign the stupid papers and let her go. That was what she needed. No. That wasn't honest, and she was honest to a fault. What she needed was him. She had for a very long time. But he didn't need her, or so she thought. This kiss was certainly telling her something different. Something wonderful. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and she was holding on for dear life as he took them on this ride. She allowed him to set the pace and intensity of this kiss while she followed his lead. If this was the only chance she had to experience this kind of passion with him, she didn't want to miss a thing. Eventually, he slowed the kiss and then gently ended it, resting his forehead against hers and drawing in some much needed air as they both tried to recover from what they'd just shared. She found her voice first. "OK, now I'm the one who needs an explanation. For the past two months, you have deliberately kept yourself away from me, excluded me from anything that involved us working together, and purposely ignored me when I tried to get your attention. Now you're kissing me like we do this all the time. You tell me why that just happened," she quietly demanded of him. "That's an easy explanation to give you. I happen to love you, too," he calmly stated, completely rocking her world with that straightforward answer. "What?" she asked. "Could you repeat that please? I'm sure I didn't hear you correctly." "You heard exactly what I said, but I will gladly repeat it for you. I love you. I am every bit as much in love with you as you are with me," he reassured her. She couldn't keep the smile from her face or the tears from her eyes. Neither could he. Nor could he hold himself back from kissing her again. He lowered his lips to hers, intending it to be an easy, gentle kiss. But she had different ideas. As soon as his lips touched hers again, something went wild inside her. This was a turning point for them. The past two months of indifference from him faded away like they'd never happened, and she allowed herself the freedom to show him what she really felt about him, what she truly wanted from him. Wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him as close as she possibly could, she let him know in no uncertain terms how much she loved and needed him. Message received, he thought in amazement as he truly grasped for the first time what she was telling him with this kiss. She loved him. That was clear. But so was the desire, the confusion, the hurt, all of it. Now, what would they do about it, he wondered? And then he gave up thinking all together and matched her kiss for kiss. Those answers would come later, he was sure. But kissing her was too incredible to waste time thinking -- it was meant to be enjoyed. And he did. The Turning Point: Sandi's Awakening I have always led a privileged, predictable life. I was "born and raised" in the South, in a house built and owned by my mother's family since 1793. I went to an expensive and exclusive all girl's school and eventually married a nice young man from a good family. My husband went into his father's construction business and was soon making a lot of money, so we were able to have all the tangible things that go with the good life. We moved into a large house in a fashionable section of our city, he drove a Navigator and I had a Mercedes, and we moved in all the best circles. But......... Like Peggy Lee, I always wondered, "Is that all there is?" I had had some sexual experiences before marriage, mostly embarrassingly awkward sessions in a backseat, but I was still very naïve and I expected our wedding night to be different. I imagined Rhett Butler carrying me up the stairs and fireworks lighting the skies as we joined...but the fireworks fizzled and Rhett faded into my husband apologizing as his semen dried on my stomach. Oh well. The sex got better as we learned each other and I learned to enjoy the intimacy, even if no fireworks lit up the sky. It was really nice, cradling my husband between my legs and holding his body close to mine, but something was missing...I could often almost get there, but I never had the "big O" women talked about. But my husband was a decent, hard working guy who treated me like a princess, so life was okay. Since my husband often worked long hours, I got a job teaching school, but I got bored with that and when I was offered a job selling educational software I took it. I'm blonde, but I'm not stupid...I was offered this job by a sales executive I met at an educational conference I attended, and I knew he was interested in my ass, not my brains. But I fooled him by doing such a good job that he didn't mind the fact that he never got into my pants. Time passed and we settled into our lives. Then everything changed in one night. My husband and I had been out to dinner one evening and after dinner we stopped by a bar for a nightcap and ran into some acquaintances. The two couples we knew had an older woman with them, and they said her husband had died a few months before and they wanted to get her out for a night on the town to forget her troubles for a while. They going to a karaoke bar and invited us along. We aren't fans of karaoke, but we decided to tag along for the hell of it. The bar was the type frequented by rednecks...lots of country music, lots of denim, lots of beer served in long neck bottles, some pretty rough looking customers, both men and women. We got lots of curious looks...my husband was wearing khaki pants, a nice shirt, and blazer, and I was in a black dress, hose and heels, while the others in our party were similarly dressed. We definitely stood out in the room! But people seemed friendly enough, so we decided to stay. The karaoke performers were actually fun to watch, and a few of them were really good. One performer in particular stood out from all the others. She was an absolutely gorgeous black woman, and when she took the stage everyone stared in awe. I looked around, and so far as I could tell, she was the only black person in the place. She sang several songs, and she was very good. The crowd applauded and whistled after each song. She seemed to pick me out of the crowd for eye contact, and I smiled back at her. For the rest of her performance, I felt like she was singing to me. When she finished, she went to the bar to order a drink and on impulse I excused myself and followed her. We had all had several drinks by then, and I felt pretty good. I Tapped her on the shoulder and introduced myself . "Hi," I said, putting out my hand. "I'm Sandi, and I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your songs...you should sing professionally!" She turned and took my hand, and I could see her eyes running over me. I felt myself blushing. "Thank you. My name is Linda, and I'm glad you liked my songs. I noticed you from the stage, and I could tell you liked me...liked my songs." I could feel my blush deepen. "I guess we kind stick out here..." I stammered. Linda was still holding my hand, and she gave it a gentle squeeze. "Well you all do kind of stand apart, like me" she smiled, "But it wasn't the way you were dressed...tho' I do like that dress...you just stood out from the crowd for me...I sensed something different about you." I felt as flustered as a school girl. I have never thought of myself as anything but straight as an arrow, never had any kind of girl-girl experience or even considered sex with a girl, but something about this woman drew me to her. We couldn't have been more different...I'm petite and blonde, and I was wearing a basic black dress, hose, and heels, and she was tall and had flawless milk chocolate skin, shoulder length black hair, and she was wearing jeans, a western style shirt, and boots. I guessed her to be 25, maybe a little older. "Different? I think I'm pretty ordinary," I finally answered, noting that she still had my hand in hers. "You are the one who stands out...you're beautiful!" My god, was I actually being flirty? I sounded like it to me! Linda released my hand and moved closer to me. She put her hand on my arm and very lightly caressed it. My first thought was to move away, but instead I simply moved closer to her. I was trembling inside. *What on earth is wrong with me?* "You are definitely not ordinary," she whispered and gently squeezed my arm. I was unnerved by her comment, but I felt flattered too. This girl scared me, yet I didn't want to walk away either. "Are you here on business?" I asked to change the subject. "I'm here from Las Vegas, visiting friends...we came out tonight to have a little fun. I love to do karaoke...have you ever tried it?" "No." I was acutely aware that she was still holding my arm, and surprised that it felt good to have her handling me. "You should try it...maybe we could do one together," she said, "This crowd would love you!" Just then the DJ called for her again. "I have to go...this one will be just for you," she whispered and gave my arm a squeeze. I blushed again and I could feel butterflies in my stomach. I was trembling inside as I walked back to our table. Our group was drinking pretty heavily and dancing between performances, and I noticed that my husband seemed to be doing a good job of cheering the widow up. Linda sang several more songs, and looked directly at me most of the time. One of the other women in our group noticed and whispered to me, "I think she likes you, Sandi." I just rolled my eyes and laughed, but my heart was beating in my ears. While Linda sang, I found myself posing for her...pulling my shoulders back, fixing my hair, letting my dress ride a little higher as I crossed and re crossed my legs...I was acting like a girl at a junior high prom, I thought. When she went back to the bar, I nonchalantly excused myself again. "I think I see a girl I work with...I'll be in a little while." Nobody seemed to notice except my friend who had noticed Linda looking at me. She gave me a quizzical look and smiled, but said nothing. The bar area was really crowded, and I didn't immediately see Linda. While I was looking for her some guy put his arm around my waist. "Wanna dance, sweetheart?" He was obviously drunk, and my heart sank. Then Linda came up. "Sorry big guy, but she already promised to dance with me." I was afraid of trouble, but he smiled good naturedly and backed off. "Sure darlin'...go for it." Linda took me by the arm and we moved into the crowd near the dance floor, but away from our table. Linda smiled. "Most of these guys are okay...they work hard and like to have a good time...and they don't see somebody like you in here very often. You really can't blame him..." She slipped her arm around me and leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Why don't we give them a real shock? Dance with me." "I can't do that!" I whispered back. "My friends and my husband are over there!" She smiled at me. "At least you're not pretending that you don't want to." She ran her hand down my back and patted my bottom. My mouth was dry and I trembled inside and looked up at her, but I didn't try to stop her from fondling me. "I can feel your heat honey...it's radiating off you in waves. It's dark in here, and I know you want to dance with me...come with me." She took me by the arm and led me through the crowd to a really dark area away from the crowd. Hardly anyone was there, and they were either "making out" or watching the dance floor. By now I was shaking...from fear? from pent up need? What was I getting into? "I can't do this!" I whispered, pulling away. Linda tightened her grip on my arm and pulled me close to her. She put her arms around me. "Sure you can. We're just dancing. We're pretty much alone here...nobody can see who cares...dance with me...let yourself go and just enjoy it...you know you want to..." She ran her hands over my back, down to my waist, and over my bottom, gently squeezing each cheek... I melted into her, letting go of all my inhibitions, letting her take me. She was right. I wanted to dance with her, wanted her to hold me. This was how it was supposed to be with men, with my husband, but it never was. I looked up at her and she was smiling down at me. She leaned down and kissed me, and I felt like I was going to fall apart. I opened my mouth and she pushed her tongue in to explore it and taste me as she ran her hands over my ass. God! I was trembling and sweating, and dying with pent up need! I never wanted anybody as badly as I wanted her right then. I would have done anything she wanted, given her anything she wanted...I was actually beginning to pant, and my entire body was trembling. She put her hands on my face and turned it so I was looking up at her. She caressed my face. "Poor baby...you need it so badly. I could tell, the moment I saw you." She leaned down and kissed me again, very lightly." Then she put her arms around me and ran her hands over my bottom again. "Come with me, sweetheart, come with me and let me give you what you need...." "Okay," I whispered, resting my head on her shoulder. She led me to an almost pitch black area beyond the pool tables and pushed me back against one of the tables and kissed me. I moaned softly and parted my lips to accept her tongue into my mouth. Then I realized that I was kissing her back, pushing my own tongue into her mouth, exploring it, tasting her. I felt like I was burning up. Our tongues battled for dominance for a while, then she put her hands in my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to look up at her. Neither of us said anything. The only sound was my breathing, and my heart beating in my ears. She smiled at me and wiped the sweat off my face with her fingers. Then she took me by the hair again and pulled be to her and kissed me, ramming her tongue into my mouth. I let my mouth fall open and surrendered to her dominance. I was hers, to do with as she wished, and we both knew it. She broke off the kiss and stood back, looking at me. "Lift that pretty dress sweetheart. I want to look at you." I was literally shaking, I felt as though my whole body was going to explode. This woman was going to take me, and I was petrified with fear, but I never wanted anything like I wanted this. With trembling hands, I pulled my dress up around my waist. She leaned over and hooked her thumbs in my pantyhose and panties. "I hate pantyhose...they're hot and damned inconvenient...you need to quit wearing them...and panties too...If you belonged to me, you'd never wear them or a bra again." I was stupidly trying to digest what she was saying when she pushed me back onto the table and pulled my pantyhose and panties down to my ankles. I suddenly realized what was about to happen and tried to get up. "We can't...somebody will see!" She stood up and pushed me back down. "Hush baby...nobody who cares will see us back here unless you make too much noise. I want you baby, and you need it, so shut up and lift those beautiful legs for me." Oh god, I wanted it too! I lifted my legs, and she took off my shoes, then pulled my panties and hose completely off and tossed them on the table. She lifted my legs and put them on her shoulders, exposing my pussy. No one, even my husband, had ever seen me like this. "You have a pretty little pussy, sweetheart...and you're a natural blonde!" I closed my eyes. Here I was, the prim and proper little southern belle, the spoiled little princess, lying on my back on a pool table in a redneck bar, my legs resting on this black girl's shoulders, my cunt exposed for her inspection...and did I feel horror or shame? Was I afraid or even embarrassed? I was amazed to find that I felt proud that she thought I had a pretty pussy! I was wide open, and I could feel myself getting wet... She lifted one of my legs and pushed it back slightly to kiss the sole of my foot, the she kissed my calf. She put my leg back on her shoulder, then lifted the other, kissing my foot and calf. She ran her hands over my legs. "Smooth, and so pretty..." She leaned forward, pushing my legs back toward my shoulders and kissed my thighs. I wanted to scream, but I simply whimpered. She brought her face down to within inches of my swollen vulva, and I could feel her breath. "I can smell your arousal baby...you need this, don't you?" "Yes," I whimpered. God, I needed it more than anything. Nothing else mattered right then...She leaned in and sniffed my pussy again..."Sweet," she whispered, "just like I knew it would be..." She put her finger just inside my wet opening and I felt like a bolt of lightning had run through my body and I began to gasp for breath. Linda looked up at me. "Are you okay baby?" "God yes! I want this so badly...need this so badly..." I whispered. "Please don't play with me." "I'm going to give you what you need baby, I promise," she whispered back. She kissed my inner thighs again and ran a finger up and down my hot, aching opening, rubbing it against my clit. "Ahhh!" I moaned and my whole body twitched. I grabbed Linda by the hair and tried to pull her lips against my open pussy. "Oh god, please! Please!" I begged as I squirmed wildly on the table. But Linda had no intention of letting me take control. She pulled my hands away and moved back. "No, no, sweetheart. Be a good little girl..." She slid her hands under my butt and held my cheeks in her hands as she leaned forward again and used her tongue to explore every crevice and fold of my pussy with the tip of her tongue. I groaned and pumped my pelvis frantically, using my legs on her back for leverage. "Oh god, Linda, please!" But Linda was in complete control. Just as I neared the edge, she would raise up and kiss my thighs and stroke them tenderly, cooing, "That's my good little girl," while I sobbed brokenly. Then she would explore my pussy again with her tongue. After what seemed like hours, when she had reduced me to an incoherent wreck, sobbing and bucking my hips in futile fuck motions, she pushed two fingers into my steaming cunt and fucked me with them while she took my swollen clit into her mouth and sucked on it. I lurched and shook uncontrollably as my body erupted in the most excruciating pleasure I had ever known. I put my fist into my mouth and bit down to keep from screaming, and broke down into uncontrollable sobbing as the intense orgasm shook my body. Everything I was, everything I had, my very soul belonged to Linda at that moment... When it was over, I was completely drained. Linda placed a final kiss on my pussy lips, then Kissed my inner thighs and stood up. She pulled me up and kissed me on the mouth, and I tasted myself on her lips. "Stand up baby, we need to make you presentable for hubby and your friends," she instructed as she pulled me off the table. I was a mess, standing barefoot on the gritty floor, but I didn't care. "Kiss me," I whispered. She kissed me lightly on the lips again and patted my ass. "That's enough kissing for tonight baby...you need to go home to bed like a good girl." "But don't you want me to...you know?" I whined. I wanted to kneel before this strong beautiful black woman, wanted to taste her, worship her. "Not tonight, sweetheart. This was your night. Now be a good girl and do what I say." She pulled my dress down and ran her hands through my sweaty hair to fix it a little. Then she kneeled down. "Lift your foot," she ordered and I obeyed like a child. She used her hand to wipe the bottom of my foot and slipped my shoe on. "Now the other," and she put the other shoe on, then stood up. "There's no way I'm going to try to put those pantyhose back on you," she said, tossing them on the floor. "Everybody's so drunk they won't notice, and if they do just tell them they were so hot you took them off and tossed them. I'm keeping the panties to remember you by. Do you mind?" "No," I answered, still in a daze. "I wrote my number and email address down for you," she said pressing it in my hand. "After you've recovered and processed all this, get in touch if you want to. Now go back to your friends...I'm going out the back." I managed to get back to our table, hoping I looked halfway normal. The men were all but passed out, and I saw one of the women at the bar letting some redneck feel her up. The widow and my husband were dancing. My other friend was pretty gone too, but she still gave me the once over when I came back. "Where you been so long?" she asked. "You look pale as a ghost." "I told you, I saw some people I know and we were talking," I offered. "Its way too hot in here!" I prayed silently that she didn't notice my bare legs. She eyed me skeptically, but didn't say anything. I got my husband off the dance floor and we left them there. I later learned that they took a cab home and went back for their car the next day. I drove us home. My husband was so drunk that he passed out on a sofa, so I never had to explain what happened to my pantyhose and panties. That night changed me forever. I wasn't ready to admit that I was bisexual yet, but that night, as I lay sleepless, I knew Linda had tapped into the seething sexuality that lay beneath my "good girl" surface, and once it erupted there was no denying it or turning it off again.