I had been home from Iraq about a week. When you first get back to the states everything seems new, and somehow fresh. Food taste better and colors are vibrant. Aside from relief from the heat, and the alternating of excitement and boredom, what Iraq needs most is color. It's a place made up of various shades of tan and brown.
My wife, Donna, and I had, of course, made love several times since I had gotten back. Donna, in her late forties, could still excite me sexually. To say she's her claimed 5' 2" is stretching it. Light brown hair and eyes to match she looked every inch of the middle class school teacher. That can be lots sexier than any young model. She was a little heavier than when we married, but still looked fit and radiant. It was like she had been slightly softened from the thin body from college. Frankly, I like that.
It was Friday night and Donna and I had gone to eat at her favorite Italian restaurant for the first time since my return. On the way back from eating Donna seemed quiet. Not upset, or down, just contemplative. As we walked up to the front door she turned to me and said she wanted to give me "a gift." Not really sure what she meant I naturally said, "so the den and had a seat. I had an idea the gift may be something sexual, but did not have any idea what it might entail. I just kind of sat there. I did not want to turn on the TV and ruin the moment by me sitting there watching a game.
About five minutes later, she came into the room. She had left wearing the standard jeans and blouse. Now she was in her 'little black nightgown.' She sat opposite me in a large, overstuffed chair. She was carrying a glass of wine and her purse. She sat the glass and purse on the end table.
"I've been trying to decide to tell you this for a long time. I'm finally going to tell you my big sexual secret. You have to promise me that you won't ask me to tell it again and you'll understand it is in the past."
What could I say? "No" seemed ungracious. I wanted to know her "big sexual secret." My wife is conservative—has a couple of glasses of wine maybe once a month.
I agreed with a nod. She smiled and seemed to relax.
"Alright," she said softly, "before we were married I had sex with another woman."
Was this an absolute shock? Not really. On the few times we had watched an adult movie she seemed interested in the women on women scenes. I tried to talk about it, but she would be evasive and I did not want to press it at all.
Donna sat back in the chair and took a sip of wine.
"You probably don't remember Terri do you? I taught with her when you met me. She was older, in her late twenties, when you met her. She was pretty, kind of tall and had dark hair," she asked expectantly. She didn't wait for a reply.
"She was married to a lawyer. One Friday a bunch of us went out after work for a drink. We had a great time, had dinner and another drink. As most were heading home Terri asked if I could give her a ride. She had a couple of drinks and being married to a lawyer had made her paranoid about drinking and driving. I said I would be happy to."
Donna took another sip of wine and opened her purse. She took out a small bottle of baby oil and a pack of cigarettes. The cigarettes surprised me because Donna did not smoke. She shook one out, and lit it. Leaving it between her lips she lowered the thin strap on her dress, exposing her left tit. Donna has nice breasts, though she worries they are too small. She took the bottle of baby oil and put some her fingers. She began to slowly rub the oil around and into her nipple. Her large, rosy nipple quickly became erect and shiny as she her fingers went over and around it. When she is aroused Donna has sexually sensitive nipples.
"Terri seduced me. It's not important how, though it took her a long time. I had fantasized about women before. I used to masturbate and think about women doing things to me. She took another drag on the cigarette, and lowered the other strap. She poured more oil and began caressing the other nipple.
"We were sitting on her couch smoking," she indicated the cigarettes, "when she first tried to kiss me. I was a little scared and turned my head. Terri began to softly kiss my neck. I should have left, but I didn't. Eventually, she turned my head and gently kissed me on the lips. I kept my mouth closed at first. She ran her tongue over my lips. I opened them a little. She did that a couple of more times until my mouth opened. It was not as strange kissing a woman as I thought it would be. Softer than a man's would be."
"She had kissed me for a while and I had begun kissing her back. Her hand started caressing my breast through my blouse. Though I was extremely excited I moved her hand. She started kissing my neck and moved her hand to my breast again. This time I let it stay. She starting caressing my nipples through my shirt, which were already hard as this," indicating her nipples as her fingertips gently rolled over them.
