Amy carefully set my black bra, matching panties, garter belt and dark stockings. Tonight was my initiation into a woman's club she'd wanted me to join for months.
I always hesitated because I didn't know if I was ready. Some of my hesitation comes from my age. I'm forty-five and Amy is only thirty-two. We became lovers last year, almost two years after my divorce. We were both executives and worked hard at our jobs. Six months ago I began staying nights with her while my twenty-two year old daughter was away at college.
Amy always took the lead in everything, even in love making. She shown me pleasure I'd never thought possible. Now, she wanted to share our relationship with a group of friends I didn't know. The club she wanted me to join was a small lesbian group that met for basically a good time. It wasn't really a swinger's group but she assured me that I would learn things.
I thought about it for some time. She told me that I would have to be initiated into the group and that I would have to do some things in front of strangers. The more we talked, the more she told me how turned on she'd be if she could see me, an older woman, in front of gals expressing myself. In the end, I finally came to this conclusion: we'd built up a lot of trust so I trusted her judgment and gathered my courage.
We showered together and then Amy lay on the bed, watching me get dressed.
Of all the things Amy asked of me, I never shaved my pussy. We discussed it many times but in the end the bush between my legs remained. My bikini line therefore had a few hairs showing as I pulled up my slim panties.
Amy began to finger herself as I pulled up each stocking and fastened the garters. She was aroused by my feminine ways. It took some months, but I began to enjoy her voyeurism.
My breasts fitted snuggly into my sheer black bra with its lacy straps. I sprinkled just a dab of talc in my panties. Sitting at the table I applied sat at the table applying my eyeliner, make-up, some rouge and lipstick. I dabbed some perfume on my breasts and behind my ears.
Amy was a tall blond with an athletic build. She was not much of a dresser. When she was ready she would probably throw on a pair of cotton briefs, a seamless bra, slacks and a shirt.
When I finished my make-up, I sat beside Amy in the bed so she could inspect me. She tightened my garters. Tonight she chose a wide-band garter belt. I was glad she chose it since it helped to flatten my tummy.
I was happy to see I had sexually excited her but she wouldn't bring herself off. She preferred to be in a state of sexual excitement for as long as possible. Before we left the bedroom, Amy told me what necklace and earrings to put on as well the height of the heels I was to wear.
At the door, she watched me check my hair in the mirror as she rubbed my ass with her hand telling me how delicious I looked. At my age, I enjoyed the compliments, especially from a younger woman. I didn't mind Amy's dominant role in the relationship. It seemed to fit us and the things she made me do always brought me pleasure. Recently, we experimented with some restraints and again I felt orgasms I didn't know my body could provide.
After a large meal at our favorite restaurant, we arrived at a large modern house on the south side. Amy simply walked in and took me into a small vestibule off the entrance. Hanging on the rack were some white terry-cloth knee-length house coats. We both took off our outer clothes. Amy stripped naked putting on nothing more than a black leather g-string and wristbands. Over top of this she threw on one of the white housecoats. I was told not to wear anything except my undergarments. As we left, Amy kissed me, telling me to follow all the instructions and that things would be fine.
I turned red as she ushered me into the large opulent living room. There were four other couples inside. Only I and another younger woman were without a short white housecoat and stood in our underwear.
But there was no time to worry. Warm introductions were made. I was introduced as Mrs. C. The gathering was light-hearted and everyone was courteous and kind. I felt self-conscious about my underwear but everyone looked at me with lustful eyes as they welcomed me to their little secret club.
In the meantime my eyes were glued to the women in the group who were obviously butches. Two had nicely cropped hair and wore a dildo and harness under their housecoats. They walked so confidently and boldly that I was immediately aroused. Yet, the ambience of the room was that they seemed normal and no one looked surprised.
The other woman standing in her underwear was named Katie. She was a twenty-two year old executive, the same age as my daughter. Less tall than me, Katie wore only a red bra and matching bikini panties. Her skin was a milky white and she had long silky blond hair. Her smile was easy and she had a good sense of humor. We chatted and exchanged thoughts about the executive world in which we both worked. She had left college early when a job came up in her father's firm.
We also knew that we'd be the coming attraction at the party because we were the only newcomers.
A little later, the host, a woman my age, called the gathering to order and said the initiation was to begin. Everyone refreshed their drinks and found a comfortable place to sit.
Amy whispered instructions in my ears and I followed them. I was to sit in a large straight-back wooden arm chair placed in the middle of the room. Restraints were placed to hold my wrists to the handles of the chair. A blindfold was put around my eyes. Amy, my lover, stood behind me for support and encouragement.
There was a lot of laughter as Katie was instructed by her dominant partner, Julie, to get on all fours and to crawl before me. As it turned out, Katie's task was to make me cum by following everyone's instructions. I became very anxious because I wasn't an exhibitionist and I'd never done this before. I didn't think I could cum. Even more distressing was realizing that Katie was the same age as my daughter.
As I learned, Katie's wrists were then bound behind her back so that her only weapon was her tongue.
Suddenly, someone yelled out for Katie to suck my feet. Katie did so. Amy and I never touched each other's feet so the sensation was new to me.
I couldn't believe it. Katie's had a strong turgid tongue that licked my entire foot despite my stockings. She soon had my toes in her mouth and sucked greedily. To my surprise I felt the first twinkle of arousal as I heard the slurping sounds of Katie's mouth get louder. Her mouth found each toe and gently sucked them.
Shortly, someone else shouted for Katie to suck my nipples. The young woman's tongue moved up my body and began to suck on my outer bra cup. Her bite was exquisite without being hard. She found my hardening nipples and pulled. Amy reached around my behind me and pulled one breast from the cup. Katie's warm mouth and hard tongue only aroused me more.
After more instructions to kiss me, lick my armpits and my thighs, someone told Katie to lick my pussy. Amy slid my panties aside for Katie to begin her work. I had never felt such a determined tongue on my pussy. I was self-conscious about my hairy bush since I never shaved, but Katie didn't seem to mind.
I was still amazed at the stiffness of Katie's tongue and how she used it for such a young woman. Amy's tongue couldn't come close to what Katie was doing to me. My clit rose for the occasion and shortly I was beginning to take shallow breathes.
Katie played with my clit as if she had a ripe grape in her mouth, never biting or pinching it with her teeth but just driving me crazy.
