It had been several months since the trip to Biloxi and my night with author, lecturer and guide through lesbianism, Anne Paulson. Anne and I stayed in contact and spoke or texted every day. She had encouraged me to do two things. One, find another girl and have sex to make sure this isn't just a midlife fling and two...talk to Jeff. But I did not feel like I was neglecting Jeff, he's the father of my child and the love of my life. I have never turned him down when he wanted sex. While he is pretty vanilla I've never denied him any position or any hole. It's a job, a job I like, but it is work keeping a home happy and I have done that. Don't i deserve this? Haven't I been the near perfect wife for twenty one years? Haven't I sacrificed a part of me for the others in my life?
I had used that same argument a thousand times in my head but in my heart of hearts i knew that was no argument at all, but rather justification. "This will break Jeff's heart," i said to myself. "Maybe I should just continue on for another twenty years" i also knew that wasn't possible.
This debate was tabled as i had to get ready to go to dinner. Jeff and his boss, a new client and their wives were going out to dinner to celebrate a new contract. I do not mind these dinners as it helped further Jeff's career.
So I went to my bed room and pulled out my clothes for the evening. They looked drab. I wanted a corset and thigh high hose. I wanted spike heals. What was I thinking? That sounds
a bit like a dominitrix! That's definitely not me. Whoa. I drew a tub of warm water, stripped the light workout gear i was wearing and posed in the mirror. Liking what I saw, I smiled and sat in the tub. There were gentle jets that circulated the water and if I positioned my body just right they stimulated my clit. I rubbed and massaged my tits while playing with my nipples. I love nipple play. In my mind i was with Anne. The jet on my pussy was Anne's tongue and it didn't take long for me to orgasm. A splashing water everywhere orgasm. It felt great.. I mean it felt really...good...but nothing like the real thing. And i needed the real thing...and soon.
Jeff and I arrived a bit early in order to make sure everything was ready. When the others arrived I served as the perfect host. I, of course, knew Larry and Margaret and greeted them with a kiss to the cheek. When i met the others I was gracious and showed everyone to the table. The perfect wife.
I sat next to Julie, the clients wife.
The night went like so many previous nights.
Business and sport conversation between the men and home and children for us. Blah blah blah the same old drab shit just different people saying it! I couldn't stand it any longer!
"I've recently decided to quit living this married life and have taken a lesbian lover. She turns me inside out when she nibbles my nipples. I
Just love pussy and, In fact I'm thinking about coming on to you." ....No one said. I wanted to say. But... no. Fuck. I sat and listened and just smiled and nodded my head. The fucking dutiful wife.
Not much was said on the drive home. I knew he would want pussy tonight because he had a couple glasses of wine. I figured I could blow him and save some of the mess. I'm pitiful. I love Jeff and none of this is his fault. I've got to find the nerve to tell him. But not tonight. Tonight he gets lucky.
The next day Julie and I were on the tennis court. She didn't seem to warm up to me last night so I was surprised when asked, right before we left the restaurant, if I wanted to play tennis. I told her the club had a tournament going on and asked her to come to my house and we could play on our court. We set 10:00am as the start time and sure enough her Uber let her off at my door exactly on schedule. "My word," I thought to myself when I saw her. A baby blue skirt and low cut top with socks and shoes to match. Shorties and trim were navy. Beautiful long mid brown hair, pulled up in a pony tail. This must be new client's second or third wife. She's younger than me. Well...some.
"Julie...so glad you made it."
"Thank you for having me."
We gave that girl hug and turned to walk around the house down to the court. We just talked girl talk. How long in town? You know, just chocolate chatter. When we got to the gate I allowed her to walk through first. She prissed when she walked. Coming out of the
bottom of the navy shorts was a bit of ass. She had to know. I certainly did.
I watched her take her racquets from the bag. She bent over and her "camel toe" was quite evident from the rear view. I wanted to fuck tennis and fuck Julie instead.
As we warmed up I noticed her boobs moved freely under the baby blue shirt. Fuck, unfair advantage. Fuck. She tucked the second ball under her skirt in the shorts. She even made that look sexy.
But that was as far as it goes. She was an ok player but I was better. I put on the breaks when I realized she was no problem, but not enough to lose. But my word she was sexy. Her boobs bounced on her serve. Her thigh muscles were killer.
After the first set we sat and talked a bit while sipping our drinks. "You are good." Julie said.
"Thanks, I play a lot. League mainly."
"Your place is lovely."
