It's been a little over four months since I had my first lesbian experience with two of my close friends. To say it's been a life-changing experience is an understatement. At first I was consumed with the guilt of having cheated on my husband, and if I'm being honest with myself, I still am to some degree. I tried to end things with Emma a few times in the first two months, but I couldn't, and each time I came back to see Emma it was always the best sex I've ever had. I came to realize that I was never going to stop seeing her, and I'm surprisingly at peace with the new me.
Outwardly, I still appear to be the same 45-year-old, well-coiffed mother of three. Driving my kids to school and their friends' houses in the conservative, yet stylish, clothes that a woman of means wears. What nobody knows is that underneath I'm likely wearing a butt-plug with sexy panties and/or nipples clamps on my braless tits, depending on my instructions from Emma.
After my failed attempts to resist the relationship, Emma drafted a short list of rules that she had me sign if I wanted to continue to be with her. She was tired of my on again, off again antics. One of the rules is I'm not allowed to cum unless I have her permission first. I can play with myself, but I can't come. It's hard to resist the former, which makes the latter torturous. This rule includes not fucking my husband without permission, which has been tricky at times. He's been getting more blowjobs and hand jobs - which he actually prefers for some weird reason - all the while I work on my acting skills by faking orgasms so I don't cum without permission.
Another rule I had to agree to was to get a tattoo of Emma's initials below my panty line. She wanted to mark her territory as she described it. Emma took me to a dive bar in a seedy part of Philadelphia that she grew up in to calm my nerves a bit before we headed next door to the tattoo parlor. She walked me in hand-in-hand, like I was her girlfriend, which I guess I am, but it was embarrassing. I'm sure I was blushing. I was dressed that day based on Emma's instructions: black, ribbed, stretchy mini skirt, semi-sheer white blouse - with small studded nipple clamps underneath, making my erect nipples very visible - and a hot-pink thong with the words "Emma's Pussy" on it.
Emma asked for Mel, short for Melanie as I was to find out, and an attractive, but butch-looking redhead with short-cropped hair came out and introduced herself. Emma then introduced us, and told Mel she was the person who called her earlier in the week for the tattoo for her "married girlfriend". Mel gave a knowing, short, smile and led us to a private room that was dimly lit, with lots of flickering candles and some soft comforting instrumental music.
Mel directed me to take a seat in her chair, and Emma helped herself to the small couch in the room. "So what are you looking to do today Claire"?
"Um, just some initials. Small, please. I don't want it too visible". Emma was grinning at my discomfort.
"OK, what are the initials you want honey, and where am I placing them?" asked Mel.
"EG. Under my pubic hair."
"OK, why don't you hike up your skirt for me".
Red with embarrassment, I hike up my skirt, knowing not only do my panties say "Emma's Pussy", but I also know there must be a large wet spot from my arousal over this whole scene. Mel, her hands approaching my hips, says "may I", to which I nod, and she pulls my panties off.
Emma gets up off the couch and begins to take control of the situation. "Claire is going to start keeping her pussy trimmed into a landing strip. I want my initials to be concealed under the landing strip. So for today, if you could shave her there and apply the tattoo, we'll let mother nature cover it over time. She's not allowed to fuck her husband without my approval, so we have time on our side."
"I can do that", says Mel with a slight hint of appreciation for Emma's boldness.
As if the humiliation was not enough, Emma pulls a tissue from her purse and wipes my pussy, telling Mel "sorry about that, but I haven't allowed her to cum in two weeks. She's like a firecracker waiting to go off down there, so you might want to stay away from her clit and lips".
"Claire, don't you dare cum," Emma demands.
Mel lets out a chuckle, and says to Emma, "damn girl, you got her trained well. I guess as they say, looks can be deceiving. I would never suspect she was a submissive lesbian if I passed her on the street."
"That's what I love the best" said Emma. "She loves to project the image of the prim and proper, devoted wife. If her friends and neighbors only knew the depravity that lurks underneath it all. Turns out she craves to be submissive and humiliated. Gets her soaking wet. Isn't that right baby?
"Yes", I say with probably too many s's, betraying my current state of arousal.
Emma laughs, and says "oh, poor baby. Letting me mark you makes me very happy, so you're going to get a nice reward. Would you like that?"
"Yes Mistress."
After working on Claire for about 45 minutes, Mel asks "how's this look?"
"The lettering looks great", says Emma. "The pussy hair, though, that looks too weird - basically an inverse of a landing strip. Total turn-off for some reason! Can you wax her bald all over?"
Mel comes back with her waxing materials and a bowl of warm water. As she's applying the wax, Claire is sucking in quick, short breathes and fidgeting her hips. "Are you ok hon?" asks Mel.
Giving up all pretenses that I entered the parlor with, I told Mel "I'm just so horny and I don't want to cum by accident."
"Well, the ripping off of the wax might take the sexual edge off" says Mel.
"If not, I have some other methods", says Emma, to which I let out a low moan.
Ripp. Ripp. "ok hon, that's it, it's all done. Let me clean you up a bit" Mel says as she takes a small towel and cleans up my pubic area with warm water and soap. I can't help but to hump the towel and Mel's touch.
"Stop it Claire" demands Emma. Mel moves away and Emma steps in front of my open legs. Unbuttoning my blouse and exposing my tits, she forcefully pulls my blouse down off my shoulders and hard smacks one tit, then the other.
"Get up Claire. Shirt off, and over me knee".
Mel watches with interest as Emma begins spanking my bare bottom. I can feel my wetness running down the inside of my thighs. After about 10 hard smacks on each cheek, Emma begins to knead and rub my ass. I'm lightly sobbing, but gyrating my hips into Emma's lap.
"Mmmm, you like this baby? I had to take the edge off for you, otherwise it would have been a cheap cum. And we both know you don't want a cheapie. Right baby?"
"Yes, mistress" I say in a throaty, sex-starved voice.
Emma, patting me lightly on my butt, says "up baby." As I stand, she turns me away from her and then eases me down on her lap on the couch. With her legs together, mine are spread wide. Emma begins to play with my hair, running it behind my one ear, while she begins to nibble on the other ear. She knows this drives me crazy. Mel is just watching, mesmerized by the scene in front of her.
Next, her hands are kneading my tits. "My, my Claire, your nipples are so angry".
"What do you think Mel, does she have nice tits?" asked Emma.
"Yeah, she's a hot piece of ass for sure. Nice tits, great ass - especially for her age."
"She's a runner, has been for years, that's how we initially met" explains Emma. "She likes to keep her body nice and attractive, don't you baby?"
"Yes, Emma."
"Mmmh, yes, gotta keep everything nice and tight to attract the dick, right? Lol, maybe it used to be for dick, but now she's conflicted, aren't you baby?" I know you still love being fucked, but not so much by a guy's dick, especially your premature ejaculating hubby's, right baby?"
"Yes."
"She loves, and I mean loves, my strapon, don't you baby?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Mmmhh. Mel thinks you're a hot piece of ass baby. Does that excite you. Knowing that you're desired sexually? That you could give yourself to her."
I can only mutter a moan as Emma runs a finger across my slit and offers it to me to suck, which I instantly do.
"Oh baby, you got it bad right now don't you?"
"Yes, Emma...please."
"Please what baby?"
"Please let me cum."
