Indiscretion Of A Married Women

I was cruising through the online personal ads one night looking for other bisexual women in my area to talk to. There was an ad for someone looking for erotic stories. They wanted to masturbate while reading them. I didn't pay attention to where the person was from. In a rather cocky manner, I sent her the path to my web sight where I post the stories I write and told her to "have at it". Unexpectedly, she responded and we began communicating through e-mail regularly. I learned we lived in the same city, hung out at the same bar, and were a lot alike. We made plans to meet. I found myself extremely nervous but also anxious. I had no clue what she looked like so every time a female came into the bar, I studied them carefully waiting to see if they were going to come over to me. I watched an attractive strawberry blonde walk in. My lungs got tight as I saw her walk towards me. She has cute dimples in her cheeks and nuclear green eyes. I found myself attracted to her right away.

Ended up we went to the same high school, knew a lot of the same people and really did have a lot in common. We began to see each other once a week. Every time I am around her, inside I am thinking how I just want to touch her. One night, we took our husbands to a strip club, and slipped off to the bathroom where I kissed her for the first time. I didn't want to stop. Another time we got together to hang out at our favorite bar. All night we teased and toyed with each other. Finger nails up a thigh or hands caressing the back. By the end of the night when the bar was closing, we ended up in the parking lot. The weather was freezing cold. I pinned her to the car and began to kiss her. There were quite a few people in the parking lot, but I didn't care.

I just continued to kiss her. Sliding my hand up her shirt, I twisted her nipple between my cold fingertips as I kissed and sucked her neck. Grabbing her hair, I pulled her head back and dragged my tongue down her neck to her cleavage. She has this small indention on her breastbone that had been catching my eye; I had to put my lips on it. People were staring and making playful comments and we didn't care. Although I knew there were people as close as only a few feet away, I was so wrapped up in the moment I kept forgetting they were there. I was thinking of what all I wanted to do to her. At that moment I was thinking of something rough and nasty, like ripping her clothes from her body, and fucking her till her knees quivered. I pictured bending her over the hood of the car, removing her pants, restraining her wrists, propping her leg on the bumper of the car, and kneeling down under her. I wanted to suck, bite, and slap her clit, while fingering her fast and hard till she came.

My mind races through so many sexual scenarios when I am with her. I plan to do everyone of them if she will let me. Everything from primal hard nasty fucking to soft sensual sex. I have tried to pin point one thing that I would like to do to her, but I honestly can't. All I can say is that I want for there to be a moment where we can say, "There isn't anything we haven't done to each other nor any place on each other's body that we haven't been."

One night in the club, my fingers kept finding there way to her cleavage. They fit in between her breasts like they were meant to be there. I could have easily sat there with my hand in her blouse and been content. She kept dragging her fingers under my knee, her touch was perfect and I was wet. We went for many weeks teasing, toying, and titillating one another. Our friends were saying, "Would you two fuck already, the tension is unreal!" On Valentines Day they gave us a double-headed dildo. At 2" in diameter and 18" inches long, I felt it was not for beginners but looked forward to giving it the old college try. To tell you the truth though, I was enjoying the wait. It was like the longest stretch of foreplay. I was eager to have my way with her but I didn't rush things. I wanted to savor everything: the sexual tension, the fantasies, and the anticipation.

We finally decided to go on an over night excursion. She had a class assignment to visit an art museum in a Birmingham, which is only a few hours away. However when the day came to go, we never made it there. The car turned itself in the other direction and headed for the Casino's. Though the drive was twice as long, she had never been. I wanted to take to a place she wanted to go but had never been. It was important to me because once we got to our destination, then I was going where I had never gone before. Beale Street was great and guys lined up with hopes for us to include them in our first night together.

We arrived back to the hotel room. We were both nervous. After a hot steamy shower, I climbed into bed, bared her breasts and began to suck one while cupping the other in my hand. Kissing her body, my tongue traveled south. I spread her legs, positioned myself face first, spread her lips and took her clit into my mouth. I felt her clean shave pussy on my face while I sucked and bit her clit. She made little sighs of pleasure. I grabbed the vibrator and began to rub her with it. For the first time I saw another woman cum, up close. I ran my hand over her pussy to feel her cum. I felt like I had a mental checklist in my head and I had just accomplished two items on my list. But what came next was something that would be etched in my brain forever, something that never entered my mind as something that would turn me on as much as it did. It was her voice and her face.

She laid me back on the bed and went to work on me. With everything she did she talk to me in a tone that was so sexy it drove me nuts. Soft teasing inquisitive words came from her lips. "Do you like that? ... You want more? ... Oh you like that don't you." That whisper of words was enough alone to make me want to cum. But then looking down at her while she sucked my nipples, I got even more aroused. I wished I had have captured that face on video. Her lips and tongue caressing my nipples while her hair brushed my body was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She began ramming the dildo into me and stimulating my clit. There again in that taunting whisper, "You like me to fuck you like that? ... You want to cum so bad don't you?" I was creaming and gripping the sheets. It felt so good. I came so hard.

On the drive home later that morning, I kept thinking about how practice made perfect. I was looking forward to perfecting things through a lot of practice. I am anxious not only for the next time we are together, but for me to write about it afterwards.