From the moment that Sophie and I had both taken our knickers off and laid on that bed three months or so ago, I think that my marriage was finished. From that day when we made such sensational lesbian love, it was over. I didn't know it at the time when we lay together and went further, so much further than finger love, that my life would be so turned upside down and that I would in future prefer sex with women. It wasn't until our mouths found the other's most intimate places and licked them to sensational orgasms that I realised I was no longer, and maybe never had been, a totally straight woman. It was only after I had savoured the taste and feel of her most intimate place that I realised I was in love with female-to-female sex and maybe her as well.
It didn't happen overnight. In fact, it took several weeks. It was a slow build-up of my sexual attraction to women generally and Sophie, my son's girlfriend, in particular that drew me away from my husband and into her arms and bed on a more permanent basis. I hadn't realised for some time that my attraction to her was more, much, much more than merely physical. That it exceeded lust. That I was not simply attracted to sex with her, but to other features of sexuality as well.
After those few weeks when I went from being photographed by her firstly, fully dressed, then partially undressed and finally nude, I had no idea what it would lead to. I soon found out, though as it led to us kissing each other, then touching and fondling and then masturbating ourselves and each other. Then there was that wonderful Sunday when John my husband and Peter my son were playing golf when we made oral love to each other. That was the catalyst, the multiplying effect. Yes, that was the experience that made me realise that I was certainly strongly bisexual and possibly a lesbian.
Sophie began staying at our house more often. She was attending a photographic, degree course at a college near to where we lived two days a week with the rest of the tuition being distance learning. Each time she stayed something happened. Each day when she went into college late, came home early or when we were alone, we had sex. Sometimes just kissing with a little fondling, often naked and kissing with finger sex and then after three months or so, oral and then tribbing, as she told me it was called. Her usually on top of me when my legs were wide open with her between them simulating fucking me.
The first time was on another golf day for John and Peter. They had left early and couldn't be home until late as there was a dinner after the competition which was being held some forty or fifty miles away, perfect and convenient. They had left fairly early around seven on the Sunday morning so we both stayed in our beds until they had been gone long enough to ensure they would not come back even if they had forgotten anything. It was then that there was a tap on my door and Sophie came in clad in a shorty dressing gown.
"I hope you were expecting me Mrs West."
"I was wondering if you'd forgotten me," I grinned back, as shrugged the dressing gown off and after seeming to pose for me to adore her nudity, she climbed into bed gloriously naked and cuddled up to me.
This was not an untypical situation for us as regularly when she was staying Peter and John would go off to work and we would, as we laughingly called it, 'have our breakfast in bed.'
We kissed and caressed each other for some time gradually becoming bolder with our hands and fingers and more passionate with our lips and tongues.
"Oh God Jayne I have looked forward to this so much," she groaned into my right tit that she was kissing, licking and that sucking as I stroked her long, blonde hair. At the same time her fingers were running along my soaked lips and pressing right on my clit. She was half lying on top of me so getting my hand and fingers to her pussy was difficult and I had to reach around her and fumble from behind. Realising this she giggled and said. "Keep trying love," as she welcomingly opened her legs. That did the trick and moving my fingers I thrilled to the feeling of her warm wetness on two of them that slid inside her.
Still kissing, though that became more difficult as our passion increased and our orgasms started, we finger fucked each other to beautiful and languid climaxes.
"Oh fuck mummy," she said smiling. "This just gets better and better doesn't it?"
"Yes darling," I sighed back cuddling her to me.
We lay there for some time simply enjoying being in the other's arms and feeling our nudities against pressed together. It was this soft, smoothness of a woman rather than the harsher, roughness of a man that was in my mind when, usually as I was dozing off, I thought about my sexuality. Then, the feelings of Sophie's lips on mine, her gentleness, softness and smoothness came to mind and I acknowledged that I had strong lesbian leanings. Although I hadn't been with another woman since I was at university I had found my views and feelings changing. I had started admiring the swell of a breast, the protuberance of a nipple, the pert roundness of a woman's bottom and the array of flesh from somewhat too short a skirt on a shapely pair of legs. I began looking at women in a different way. I started wondering what they would be like naked, what a breast would feel like and how a pretty woman's lips would feel on mine.
I certainly didn't start showing out and putting myself up for being seduced. I thought far too much of Sophie to do that. At that time, I thought of myself as a one woman's woman but, nevertheless I did when seeing an attractive female, wonder what it would be like to kiss her, touch her, feel her touching me and to make love to her.
As we lay there that Sunday morning after climaxing, we talked about these subjects and found that we had similar experiences and feelings. Although Sophie had, as she put it, 'messed around' with a few girls recently adding 'like most girls nowadays do,' making me wonder how Sara my daughter was getting on sexually at university.
We talked for some time about that until rather embarrassingly she asked.
"How do you feel when John wants sex Jayne?"
"To be truthful love," I replied hugging her tighter against me. "Overall confused and mixed up."
"How is that?"
"Well, I still love him, but when he holds me or touches me sexually, I don't like it."
"And when he wants sex?"
After kissing her softly on her lips I whispered. "Mainly two things Sophie. I feel disloyal to you and..........."
She interrupted with. "Oh, Jayne don't be silly, there's no need for that."
I went on.".....................and it seems so sort of, er, um oh I don't know if I can express it in words."
"What does? So try darling."
"Lots of things, the feel of him, his hairiness and the thought of his cock going in me. They all seem so odd after what we've done."
"Oh Jayne you shouldn't, we're not lesbians or penis haters."
"Then what are we Sophie, I don't know any more? That's why I said I am confused; I just don't know about us."
"I think I know what you mean, I feel similar things."
"How are you with Peter?"
"We still enjoy sex."
"Apart from that?"
"I know what you mean about the disloyalty thing and I feel the same but also, as he's arousing me or making me cum, you keep coming into my mind and I imagine it's you doing it."
"What making you cum?" I asked pulling her against me loving the feel of her breasts on mine.
"Yes, and not him, silly what?"
"No, well yes it might be a little but it's understandable," I said as Sophie pushed me onto my back and laid on top of me.
We hadn't been in this position before and I found it unusually arousing, probably due to the way that she was taking over and directing things, more like a man I suppose. I welcomed her taking hold of my wrists and pulling my hands above my head in a position of complete supplication. I wanted her to control proceedings and decide what we did and how we did them. Since the very start when she taken the innocent photos, she had been the leader and the dominant one. She had decided what we did and she had led the way then and that was exactly what she was doing now. Lying on top of me, our breasts were beautifully squashed together into one lovely mass of female tit flesh. Our mouths and lips were squirming and our tummies were pressed together. She fumbled her knee between mine, prised mine apart and slid between them just as John had done so many times. Our arms went round each other and our hands found the other's soft rounded bum cheeks that our fingers pinched and rubbed.
Her pubic mound was pressed quite firmly against mine. It was applying pressure continuously but to different levels each time either of us moved. It was a lovely feeling for me and I assumed for her as well as gradually she started to move on purpose. At first the movements were caused by us moving our hands or our legs and thus, were spasmodic and irregular but gradually, or so it seemed, they became more consistent and took on a pattern. And that pattern was incredible, quite obvious and very similar to a man's movements when a couple are making love.
"I've wanted to do this since we started Jayne," she whispered right into my ear.
Naively and without really thinking I replied. "Do what love?"
"In short Mrs. West, fuck you, is that ok?"
