It was a lazy afternoon in July. Due to the blistering hot heat, I decided to take my kids to the local park. As they played on the swings and slides, I sat on the nearby park bench watching them. I tentatively looked around at the other bored mothers watching their children. A memory slowly curled its way into my mind. A feeling of sadness crossed my heart as I remembered my friend Patrice, and started to day-dream.
She was one of my dearest friends and we had shared a secret. We were both trapped in a boring marriage. Life had become mundane; filled with our children, keeping house, and taking care of our husbands.
Both of our husbands held good jobs and were very good providers, but the excitement in our bedroom was missing. We both reminisced about the first years of our marriages, when there were no kids and no responsibilities. Don't get me wrong, I would never trade my kids. But Patrice and I yearned for sexual excitement. Patrice was worse off than I. Her husband never touched her anymore. She had suspected for awhile that he had a mistress, but had no proof.
My husband barely touched me. He worked long hours and was away most weekends on business. He claimed he still loved me, but I was consistently questioning that love. Patrice and I had shared many afternoons together and our relationship deepened. We started a small home based business, hiding the profits from our husbands. The profit from the business enabled us freedom from our kids.
After our husbands left the house we would drive our kids to a local day-care centre. We shared many long afternoons together, exploring life and eventually exploring each other. How the relationship started was a fluke. We were sitting in my kitchen one afternoon talking. The urge exploded within me with such strength that I just acted on it without thinking. I reached over the counter and pulled her mouth to mine. It was our first kiss. To my surprise, she reciprocated opening her mouth wide and eagerly accepting my tongue. Our kiss lasted for several moments.
We finally separated and just looked at each other. We had both "experimented" with having sex with women in college. Each of us had remembered able experiences. There was nothing like having sex with other women. Women know instinctively the places to touch and how to arouse. I moved around the counter and stood next to her. I started unbuttoning her shirt. I had her shirt removed and was starting to unsnap her bra, when she stopped me. She looked deeply into my green eyes, asking me if I knew what I was doing. I had fallen in love with Patrice in our short few months together. It was a love that I never really felt for my husband. There was magic between us, as if we could do anything...anything we set our minds to do!
I started undressing in front of her, explaining that I knew exactly what I was doing. We walked hand in hand to my bedroom and laid down beside each other. We tentatively touched our naked bodies like two kids exploring our first lovers. I felt the firmness of her breasts. They were soft and supple. The nipple became taught with excitement. Her nipples were dark red and full.
They looked like two lips beckoning to be kissed. I moved my mouth to her nipples and kissed each one. I then drew her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. Patrice groaned with pleasure, gently pushing my head closer to her breasts. I nuzzled my nose between both mounds of flesh and rubbed them over my face. Patrice ran her hands through my hair as I enjoyed her essence. I felt her body tense with pleasure. I allowed my hands to roam her body eventually stroking her inner thighs. She had the most beautiful natural blonde bush. I ran my fingers down her slit and felt her wetness.
