Wanda has been working in the same building as I do for as long as I have been there. I am an independent contractor; she works for one of the other companies in the same building.
My office is about 10 feet wide and 12 feet long. The single door does not lock. The sound separation between the various offices is not that great, so often we can hear the louder sounds emanating from other offices.
This is important to mention because I cum loudly, especially when I forget that others are nearby'
The poor fellow in the office next to mine says, jokingly (I hope), that my sounds of ecstasy are one of his company perks.
Four of us girls, I am the oldest, (so three girls and I) frequently go out for lunch together. Being the oldest, I am often asked for advice about men, sex, and love by my younger friends. Our favorite topic at lunch is my favorite topic: sex.
Wanda is one of my lunch companions. Over the several years we have been doing this, Wanda and the others have learned a good deal about me, and my wild side. I call it wild, but in reality I am not that extraordinary. Just more honest about my self than most, I think.
My husband and I have agreed that we will not have extramarital affairs without first receiving agreement from the other.
We also agree that if we come upon a situation that is not previously talked through, we will first seek and receive the other's opinion prior to acting. This includes sex or otherwise.
My hubby spends a lot of time on the road, traveling for his job. Recently I have started (with hubby's full agreement and assistance) doing cyber chatting to help me pass the slow times when he is out of town. On the net, I have stumbled on a number of chat rooms that are labeled something similar to "Horney Wives Whose Husband is out of Town", or "Bored Horney Housewives." I have made a number of cyber friends in these chat rooms.
It is normal to have a profile that has a picture of you, and some information about you. It is fair to say that what you see is not necessarily what is real, but that is part of the fun of the chat rooms. A person can be anything that they want to be. If they are fat, they can be skinny, if they are shy, they can be aggressive.
As I got more interested in these chat rooms, I decided to take a picture of me and post it in my profile, and add some pertinent information.
I took several shots of me, then edited my face out, and posted the one I liked best. The picture is of me, topless, sitting on the floor, with hot pink panties on. My thumbs are hooked under the sides of my panties as though I am just getting ready to remove them. I receive many complements about the picture, mostly as the typical male "Is that really you?" question'
Fast forward now to last week. I have been cyber fucking a man that is very, shall we say, eclectic in his sexual displays. He turns me on 'terribly.' One day I was watching him masturbate on his cam, and low and behold, Wanda walks in to ask if I want to go to lunch.
Well, Wanda is between boyfriends. She looked at my computer screen just as my cyber lover's sperm catapulted. I of course was so engrossed in the action that I did not realize she was standing beside me.
I hear a gasp as his cum spurts toward'his cam. Startled, I look up at Wanda and realize she is rigid. My first thought is, 'Seizure!!!!!' I drop my dress back down, and grab at her to keep her from falling and striking her head on something. The poor girl is literally' totally rigid, head to toe. I hold her for a short while, then as she begins to relax, I help her sit down. She is gasping for breath.
"God, she says, did you see that? He just had an orgasm right there!"
"Yes, he did. Are you OK?"
"Deni! He just came, right in front of me. I can't believe it!" Her eyes are huge, and she is still breathing hard.
The cam is still on, of course. I turn to look and he is still milking himself for his cum, which I always urge him to comsume, because I can't.
I turn around to the keyboard, and type a message asking him how it tastes. Wanda sees him eating his own sperm, and goes rigid again. At least this time she is sitting down. When she recovers, I sit down on the chair beside her and ask again if she is OK.
She looks at me with a funny look and says, "Yeah, why?"
I tell her I think she had a seizure.
She laughs her beautiful tinkling laugh, and says, "No, silly, I had an orgasm. Two actually!"
Knock me over with a feather, please!
We go to lunch and she tells me about breaking up with her boyfriend. Apparently it happened a couple months ago, but she hadn't mentioned it to me before. I had sensed it, but this was her first admission of the fact.
She turns the conversation back to the video we had been watching. She is obviously intrigued. I invited her to come back later in the afternoon and watch again during her break. She agrees'
During her break, she does stop by, and catches me with my fingers in my cookie jar. She sees me having fun and stands behind me. As I get close to an orgasm, she reaches down and adds her unique touch to my effort. I immediately went off into the wonderful world of 'O.' It was incredibly intense.
I was shocked, but excited. This is the first time anyone has touched me other than myself, of course, and my husband. Like a good catholic, my guilt starts eating me up. I am in tears when I talk to my husband that night. We had not talked about this, and I was very concerned that he might feel I had 'cheated' on him.
He is in Mexico on a business trip, so our conversation is via telephone. Not the best way to have this conversation. I need to see his face to be able to accurately judge his real reaction. His deafening silence is enough to panic me. The conversation ended with his statement that he would have to think about it. I have a terrible night.
He calls the next morning and apologizes for leaving me hanging. I cry. He tells me that he really appreciates the fact that I told him as soon as we talked. He tells me that if I want to explore my feelings with this particular girl, that he is OK with that. After my usual three times of asking if he is sure, I relax and we talk about all of the other things that people in love talk about.
On Monday of the following week, Wanda again comes into my office during her afternoon break. And as luck would have it, I was talking to another cyber friend that often is very sexual with me. In fact we are in the middle of making cyber love. My chair is already a mess, and my keyboard looks like it has been slimed.
Wanda can smell the sexual aroma in the air as she walks in.
She reaches down and begins to caress my exposed naked breasts as I am furiously fingering myself. The added stimulation is enough to take me to Heaven. I cum copiously and almost collapse under the touch she has added to the cyber fucking. She looks at the screen, and plays back the chat. I see her go rigid as she had before. This time I know what is happening.
I can't help myself, I raise her skirt, lower her panties, and lean her back on my desk. I locate her opening with my fingers, then use my tongue. I am in sexual bliss. For the first time, I taste a woman other than myself.
It is incredible.
I tell hubby all about it that night. He gets excited, and we have phone sex, including Wanda in absentia. Hubby has a thundering orgasm. I have a skyrocket adventure as well.
Hubby asks me if I want to have her for an evening' or night? I think about it and tell him that it would be a real turn-on. He gives me permission as long as he gets to have us both for a night as well.
I think about the potential tryst for a day or two. I chat with a couple of my closer cyber friends and ask their advice. I get good advice. Some positive, some negative. I make my decision.
That afternoon during Wanda's break, I ask if she is interested in coming to my bed. She thinks about it for several minutes. I change the subject. We talk about her ex boyfriend, cute guys, her periods, the weekend, etc.
"Thursday night OK?"
"I'll pick you up at your house after work about 7:30 then. Bring your work outfit so that I can take you back to your house after we have breakfast, and you can jump in your car and follow me to work then. OK?"
"OK, see you then!"
And that was it! I was going to have sex with someone other than my husband for the first time. We have been married for eight years at the time of this soiree.
For those of you who have read my biography, you know how big a step this is for me. To step out of my secure little world and try something like this is a very large step indeed. Cyber was great for me, nice and secure. I can control contact, and dump assholes without shedding a tear. But this is real world, baby!
Thursday afternoon arrives. Wanda sticks her head in and confirms time and place. Her eyes are bright, her face is flushed, she is breathing as hard as I am.
After the others in the office leave, I again log on and chat with my cyber buds. I again ask for their last minute advice. With one exception, they are excited for me. I take a deep breath, shut down my secure cyber world, and step into a new dimension. I am excited, nervous, sick at my stomach, jumpy, scared, did I mention excited?
Wanda is ready, watching out the window. She comes skipping out of her door before I can even turn the car off. I have the top down and she sets her things in the back "seat" (Boxsters have a little room back there!). She is wearing a simple yellow dress with buttons down the front. I can see her nipples dimpling the fabric. She has on low cut white tenny'runners, no socks' I see no panty line. I breathe in her perfume. I can smell her just out of the shower scent. My nostrils flare as I inhale the aroma of my new lover, my first female lover.
On the way home, I instruct her to remove her panties. She unquestioningly removes a tiny yellow thong. Her legs are tanned and smooth, obviously freshly shaved for tonight. I shiver in anticipation of touching her in all of her private places.
We arrive home, and I drive into the garage, lowering the door behind us with the remote. We get out, grab her things, and walk into the house.
Hubs (our dog) is waiting for us. I walk to the phone and dial hubby. He is in a meeting, but talks to me for a few brief seconds.
"We are here baby!"
"That is great honey!"
"I am so excited'''''''.and scared baby."
"It'll be fine honey. Just relax and don't force it. If it works, it works. If it doesn't, it doesn't. Go with your gut baby."
"K babe, bye, I love you."
"Love you too babe, bye."
I turn to Wanda who is studying her toes.
I pour two glasses.
I look at her, she looks at me, and we set out glasses down simultaneously.
She is taller than I am. I stretch up to her, and she lowers her sensuous full lips to mine. We tap kiss, quick, but we can both taste the passion there.
We separate, breathing hard. I can feel how hard my nipples are without looking.
"Honey, I need to shower before we'''''"
"Sure, go ahead. Can I come into the bathroom with you?"
"Yes, please do lover."
She helps me undress. I bend over to turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature, and holding my hand under the water to assess the temperature.
She caresses my bottom as I stand there, bent over. Her hand is like velvet on my skin.
I shiver in anticipation of this night.
I shower as we make small talk. Her voice in my private bathroom becomes welcome. I begin to relax, my fear is abating.
I towel off, deliberately moving provocatively before her, she is clothed, I am naked. '
I bend over and kiss her upturned lips with a passion I have never felt for anyone other than my husband. My breasts are bunched above my towel. I drop the towel onto the floor and begin to unbutton her soft yellow dress. My fingers are shaking from anticipation and intrepedation. Yet her presence feels welcome to me, here in my private bathroom, my castle'
I hang her pretty dress in my closet. There is a sense of intimacy created from the act of her clothes being beside my clothes, so close to each other. I feel her eyes on my bare back side as I stretch up to hang her dress.
I feel her hand touch my flexed cheek as I stretch up on tip toe. It roams up my back and circles my rib cage, stopping at the edge of my breast, caressing the very parting of my breast from my ribcage. Her fingers move vertically there, caressing that juncture ever so lightly with her finger tips. I back into her arms as they enfold me in warmth. I turn around, take her hand, and lead her to the bed of my husband and me. I pull back the coverlet and blankets, moving them to the bottom of the bed. I want to see her nakedness, not be under coverings.
I lay her on her back, and kiss her lips, her neck, her shoulder, her arms, her hands. I feel her shiver in desire, wanting my kissing in a more intimate location.
I place my hand gently on the tip of her breast, feeling the hardness of her nipple in my palm. I circle my palm, held flat and open, on her nipple. I feel its resilience as it moves under my palm, pressing into the groves that move over its pointedness.
I lean down and bring my lips to it. I breathe out softly onto its impertinent hardness. I watch her areole stiffen in desire.
My lips open to kiss it deeply into my mouth. She arches up to my lips. Her breathing is rapid' shallow. Her eyes follow my every movement. Her desire for me is clear, and plain, and honest.
I feel her hand caress my thigh ever so lightly. It moves up and down, asking for a more formal agreement that it belongs there. I part my legs, allowing her fingers to caress my plucked mons.
She murmurs, "So soft''.. so soft."
My mouth suckles her nipple, and I feel my mouth and jaws shiver with its delectable taste. Her fragrant perfume is an aphrodisiac, making my desire rise, rapidly approaching the point of no return.
I groan like an animal in heat, about to be mated.
Her other hand circles behind my head, and pulls my face to her breast with urgency. I softly place my hand on her sex, feeling the roughness of her pubic hair under my fingers. I lightly caress her lips there with my fingertips. I can feel the heat escaping from her opening. I delve further and find her kernel of desire, waiting for me, panting for me' It rises to its highest point seeking my touch just as a cat would press against my leg seeking attention.
I must taste her beauty.
I turn on my bed, and my face nears her point of greatest desire. I see that her flower has opened and is fully prepared for my enjoyment. My tongue flicks into her petals, tasting her essence, sampling her desire. She moans in greeting. My tongue dives deep into her sex. My desire can no longer wait. I must have her completely. I furiously tongue her nibblet, I feel my cheeks being covered by her wetness. I cannot wait, I must bring her to nirvana. I thrust a finger into her, filling her, swishing her wetness around inside her. Her spasm starts and builds quickly, and I feel her overflow. She goes rigid, screaming her ecstasy, convulsing upon my finger impaling her. Her hips rock and thrust as though to take more of me into her. Her orgasm continues unabated as I suckle and finger her sex. I withdraw my mouth, leaving my fingers to diddle her in my pleasure, her orgasm continues. I watch as it consumes her utterly. She passes out.
I bring her tea, sitting by the bed and stroking her forehead.
"I think you liked that baby."
"Oh god Deni, every time I get near you I have this feeling of being out of control, needing you to have me." She blushes at the admission of her weakness for me'
"Honey, that is without question the nicest thing anyone has said to me in years, thank you baby."
"I want to make you feel that way, Deni."
"I will baby, we have all night to play."''
Hubs walks into my bedroom.
He wags his tail in an excited shiver.
"Have to go out?"
He places his front legs up on the bed and licks my fingers. He is thorough in his cleaning diligence.
He leans over toward Wanda and sniffs deeply.
"Yes, baby, she needs your tongue, doesn't she?"
I pat the bed beside Wanda and Hubs leaps to his favorite position between' a woman's legs. He lowers his head and again sniffs. His tongue is instantly caressing her opening, thrusting gently into her folds, reaching for her taste. I spread her lips and Hubs eagerly laps at her erect and eager clitoris. Wanda goes rigid with orgasm. She continues to mewl and moan for what seems like hours as Hubs administers his lingual love to her clitoris and opening. She seeps wetness and he laps intently to keep it dry. His lapping invites more wetness and the cycle continues. My dear, dear Wanda passes out again.
Hubs moves to me and thrusts his nose between my legs, trying to gain entrance to my sex.
"All right baby, here you go." I spread my legs and lie beside my unconscious lover.
Hubs pursues his favorite pastime as I edge closer and closer to my release.
Just as Wanda regains consciousness, I reach my peak and she awakes to her me scream, "OH GOD Hubs , fuck me with your tongue, Oh god yes, tongue fuck me Hubs." My orgasm is his greatest achievement, and he laps until I collapse on the bed.
He lies between us like an exhausted lover, panting'
We find robes, and raid the refrigerator, giggling like children as we find apple pie and milk. I show my tender new lover how I like my apple pie, in a bowl with milk, slightly warmed. She decides to try it my way.
We are pigs in our ravishment, and I remember in our ardent desire for each, we have forgotten dinner.
We both have a second piece, and I realize that I must have my lover again.''
My hand strays to her thigh, and I move it in between her legs, pulling them apart to gain better entrance. Her moistness is obvious, and my fingers penetrate her without resistance. In seconds she is again rigid with orgasm. I decide to see if I can make her pass out again. I am intrigued by her passion that so overwhelms her that she losses consciousness.
Within 30 seconds I am holding her in her chair as she has again reached petite morte, the little death.
This woman truly fascinates me. I have known her for years, but now I know her intimately.
I help her to my bedroom again. I place her on my bed, and cover her beautiful body with the coverlet. I lie there beside her, and caress her body, feeling its softness, her silky skin and soft voluptuous curves. I caress her breasts, and understand why men are so attracted to our bosoms. I play with her nipples and feel them again return to proudness.
She is moaning in her desire again. It stokes my need'of her.
I place my leg over her head, straddling her, and lower my head to her Y. I feel her tongue on me, and my body arches involuntarily into her grasping mouth. My stomach pulls my pelvis in, and I give her unfettered access to my interior regions. I luxuriate in her scent. My tongue relishes her taste. I shudder for a long period as I cum over and over. My sweet lover feels my ecstasy, and begins to overflow. She goes rigid again, I feel her shudder on my spasming tongue. I continue to torture her until her petite morte'jerks her from my grasp'
This time she sleeps with an almost eerie peace. I watch her sleep for a while. Hubs reminds me that he must go out. I shut off the bedroom lights and allow his relief in the back yard. He returns and I fill his bowls with water and food. He shuffles off to bed.
I return to my own bedroom, and make sure that my delicate lover is tucked in, then crawl in beside her. I cuddle with my arm over her naked breasts, my bare leg on top of her pelvis, my breasts against the side of her chest. I smile in sleepy contentment and arrive quickly in dream land.
I have a dream that I am being licked in my sex. It seems real.
I awake, and find my darling new lover between my legs, administering loving caresses with her tongue. I am already aroused when I wake up, and her sudden appearance there is so welcome that I am in heavenly Orgasm in seconds. It is incredibly intense, and lasts for most of my life. She feels my violent shudders and giggles to herself as she feels, finally, that she is giving back to me, not just taking.
I sleep again.
I awaken to the smell of cooking. She appears at my bedside with two trays of omelets. We eat ravenously, replenishing our bodies' energy.
We shower, and again as I wash her sex, Wanda goes rigid, her release so sudden that I have to grab her to keep her from harm. I hug her to me, feeling the soapy film between us, smelling the cleanliness of our skin, and I am happy.
She regains consciousness, and I guide her to the seat at the shower edge. She looks at me in hazy happiness. I feel her puppy love for me.
We towel each other to a brusque awareness. We giggle as she helps me select clothing for the day, then helps me dress. Fingers and hands get in the way as they caress me in a last attempt to touch before the clothing covers me.
I help her dress. Her body is so beautiful as it slowly disappears beneath her clothing. I miss it already.
Our night of delight is over, and I feel eager anticipation for the night when my beloved husband and I will share this precious creature between us.