My name is Claudia and I am in my late forties. I have a husband and two grown up sons. I am a store owner and I am very happy with it. My marriage is rather happy even if a few year ago (I was 36 at the time) following a bad period with my husband I had a lover. But that is the past. I am still rather fit and I take care of my weight going to the gym. Someone say I am still sexy and I like it, but actually I am not interested to have sex on my husband back.
I want to relate an old story of mine.
I don't know exactly how it happened.
When I was a very young 20 years old I studied but also worked as a part-time shop assistant at a store. My boss was Susan, the owner's daughter, and she was a little older than me at an age of 23.
She was a very good friend.
We talked a lot about everything and frequently Susan asked me for advice about what goods to sell especially clothing. Sex was also a preferred topic in our talks, but I think this is very frequent between really good and young friends. I had a boyfriend, Paul, to whom I lost my cherry only a few months before and Susan was rather curious about my sexual activities. Always she posed me a lot of intimate and naughty questions, but apparently it is for a laugh and there were no secrets between us.
Susan also had a boyfriend, Bryan, and she was not bashful at all telling me her exploits with him.
Susan has had also a bunch of boyfriends being absolutely not reticent about the sex she had with them in the past, with details on their cocks, their lovemaking attitude, even their measurements. She admitted to love sex over any other thing in the world. A day she even gave me a counsel about sucking a cock and give a boy a major pleasure, and she also confessed to masturbate a lot.
From my side I was also extrovert with her about my sexual activities with Paul, describing in detail how I sucked him (something that I really liked to do) and how I liked to position myself in the act of love making. But I also had to admit that I liked very much to masturbate in my bed, exactly like she did every night when she was alone.
Coming back to the work in the shop, as the confidence grew between us, she asked me to try some new models of clothes.
This happened during the closing time of the store.
Nobody was present and I had no problem to undress to my undies and put on the new dress as she looked at me. Then we commented how the dress fit to my body and how good it was.
Usually Susan paid me great compliments about my modelling talent having me very flattered.
A day she proposed me to try a few new bikinis. This time I had to remain naked but it was not a big deal as were friends and girls.
To say the true I had the impression that she looked at me with a much more interest than the bikinis but I didn't care. Even if I was at a very young age my exhibitionist tendencies were rather developed. Once again Susan paid me great compliments about my body, prizing my apple sized boobs and the little bush between my legs and gifted me with one of those bikinis.
In another occasion, after a long and friendly talk at closing hour Susan gave me a little peck on the lips. Usually we said each other good bye united a friendly kiss on the cheeks. This time was different. She gave me this short kiss on the lips and giggled then she asked me if I was bothered.
I said her no so she said "ok then" and gave me another kiss on the lips. A bit longer this time and asked me to reciprocate. I did. She asked me if I felt it strange, but I said no. In facts it was no more than a little peck and I felt it intimate and kind. This candid episode increased our intimacy and since then we exchanged a little kiss on the lips every morning and every night at closing time.
A morning Susan called me very early, something like eight o'clock.
The store was in maintenance for two weeks and she proposed me to go to the beach. It was the spring and not so hot but thinking at a day in the sun and nature I accepted. At eleven she arrived at my house with her car.
