I leaned to my right and gently sucked on the luscious nipple being offered to me by my new lover. The stiffened teat mounted on a puffy tan aureola atop an ample breast was one of the most delectable morsels that I had ever tasted. It had me totally aroused. It was the first time for me to make love to this lovely woman and I was completely under her spell. I did every thing she asked of me and I only wanted to please her. Her hands guided my head to the other nipple and then down her chest to her navel. It was so beautiful, I only wanted to continue kissing it. But the insistent hands pressed me further down until I kissing her mons and then her delectable naked slit. The taste, the aroma, the gentle motion of her hips were turning me into an instrument for her pleasure and that was what I wanted to be. My mouth found her clitoris and I sucked and teased that wonderful nub until I gave her the release that she wanted and I came with her. Both of us were shuddering and moaning and holding each other, our bodies pressed tightly together and as she softly kissed me, I whispered to her,
"I love you Janet." to which she replied,
"I love you too Amy."
I had met Janet only two weeks ago at the playground where we both brought our two, three year old daughters. The girls played so well together that we left them to themselves as we watched them and we talked and became friends. We met every weekday and our conversation became more personal as we told each other of our families and our history and ambitions.
Janet is a tall woman, an inch or two under six feet tall, full figured but not fat. Everything was in proportion and one might say she was voluptuous. Her breasts and hips were ample and her waist was small but it was her long legs that gave her, her height. I thought she looked like an Amazon.
I, on the other hand, am petite, barely clearing five feet and weighing not much over 100 pounds. Next to her I almost felt like I was her daughter. I am 24 years old and she is 29 and it seemed very natural for me to defer to her.
This morning we met at the playground as usual and when it was time to go home for lunch she instead invited me to bring my daughter to her house and we would lunch there together. I agreed and as we ate it began to rain so she suggested that we put the kids down in the playpen to nap and we could go in the living room to talk. Again I agreed, as I always seemed to do for her. We sat on the sofa and as she poured our tea she asked about where I came from and about my family and I proceeded to tell her about my upbringing.
My father had died in a automobile accident when I was a one year old and my mother had to go to work. She had gotten a job as a secretary and then as personal assistant to a high powered executive. I didn't realize it at the time but I think the job was much more than secretarial because she was always dressed up to go to work and there were a lot of evenings that she worked late. I had a sister who was seven years older than I was so we were raised by a procession of nannies and housekeepers. The upshot was that my sister was more of a mother to me than my mother was. We were very close and when she left for college when I was eleven years old I was heart broken. I was devastated when she died of meningitis the first winter she was away.
As I told Janet my sad story, all the hurt I felt when my sister died made me cry. The tears were running down my cheeks as Janet pulled me to her shoulder to comfort me. The arm around me held me tight to her and the other hand stroked my hair and cheek. Her lips went to my forehead and she gently murmured comforting words to me. I felt like her little girl. My tears were running down her chest between her breasts and I couldn't help but try to lick them away.
Janet's hand left my face and opened her blouse and then the clasp on the front of her bra. She lifted the bare breast to my lips and I sucked. I was her baby, I was where I wanted to be. As I suckled I felt her hand go to my thigh and move up under my skirt to cup my mound. My hips started to move against her hand and her thumb found my clit as her finger entered me.
My orgasm was the most intense I have ever experienced. Never had my husband ever taken me to such heights. The love and passion I was experiencing was beyond anything I could ever have imagined. I loved this woman and I was willing to do anything to please her.
When my senses returned to me I said, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" was the reply.
"I never should have done that. I don't know what came over me."
"Well I think you owe me the same pleasure that I gave you."
"I don't know.........I never..."
Strong hands gripped my shoulders and moved me off the couch onto the floor, on my knees, between her thighs.
"Take off my panties," she said as she lifted her hips off of the cushion.
I was in a trance as I reached up and slid them down her legs. Her hands went behind my head and she pulled me to her sex.
"Do for me what I did for you." It was a command and I obeyed.
I kissed her belly and her mound. She was clean shaven and she tasted delicious. My fingers played along the length of her pussy. I found her clit, it was so much bigger than mine.
"Yes, that's the spot. Rub it slowly. That's my girl. Lovely. Pinch it lightly. OOOOOOOOO, yes! Yes! Oh god, yes."
She came on my hand, with my thumb inside her. She bucked so hard my thumb came out of her and she squirted all along my arm. She pulled me up to her lap and she kissed me. She kissed me deep and hard, her tongue invaded my mouth and I almost fainted. I was so happy to have pleased her. Just then we heard a cry from the other room,
"Mommy, mommy, where are you?"
My daughter had awakened and I ran to take her out of the playpen. I was embarrassed by what had happened, I was ashamed of what had happened, I loved what had happened. I hurriedly put on Jodie's sweater and turned to say good bye to Janet.
"Amy, today was wonderful. You will be here tomorrow."
"I don't know Janet. I never....."
"You will be here tomorrow."
It wasn't a question and not quite a command but I said, "Yes Janet."
I walked the two blocks home with my daughter not quite listening to her prattle, my mind a jumble of thoughts. How can I be doing this? How can I risk my marriage or chance loosing my child? How can I do this to my husband who I love so dearly? And more importantly, how can I resist this woman to whom I am impossibly drawn? I knew the answer before I got home, I would see her tomorrow.
Paul came home that night to the 'Royal Treatment'. Candle light dinner, wine, and service by me in my sexiest negligee.
"Did I forget our anniversary?" was the first words out of his mouth.
"No darling, I just wanted to make you appreciate how much I love you."
When it was time for desert I opened my robe in the kitchen and sprayed whipped cream on my nipples and pussy. Then I walked into the dining room and sat on the table in front of him where I placed a maraschino cherry on each nipple and two on my pussy.
"No spoon for you tonight, you're going to have to lick it right off the plate."
It was awesome and he made me cum twice before he fucked me right there on the table. I guess I was trying expunge my guilt and I almost killed him that night with sex. I was so horny and so quilt ridden that I made love to him instead of the usual him taking me. It was better than good but I couldn't help but compare the two experiences I had that day and poor, unknowing Paul, came in second.
The next day I was back at the playground, the kids were playing and Janet and I were talking. We talked about everything except about what had happened between us yesterday. I was as nervous as the proverbial 'Cat on a hot tin roof'. Lunch time came and she said,
"You're coming to my house for lunch." I gathered Jodie and followed her like an obedient child.
We fed the kids and bedded them down in the playpen for their naps and retired to the living room. There was no tea this time. She was wearing jeans and a tank top and was obvious bra-less. Her tits swayed when she walked and I was wet from watching her all morning. She sat on the sofa and I just stood there facing her. I understood our relationship and awaited her instructions. They came in one word.
"Strip."
And I did. Slowly I took off my blouse and jeans and followed them with my bra, panties, shoes and socks. She held out her arms to me and settled me on her lap crossways with my head resting on her shoulder.
"You're going to be my little girl and do everything I tell you to do."
Somehow I knew this was my destiny. I knew it was something I had always wanted, I just never realized it until she told me. The hand around my shoulder dipped down to my nipple and played with it and the other hand opened my legs. I lifted my face and she kissed me, I was lost to her embrace. I became her willing foil.
I was naked, seated on her lap, my body open for her touch, for her use. She was dressed and I was not, so the full force of our inequality was impressed on my mind. I was a wife, a mother, and I was her little girl.
She turned me so that my back was to her, my butt tight to her lap with my legs dangling outside of hers. As she pulled me against her chest I could feel her nipples, hard as bullets on top of the soft mounds of her breasts, pushing against my back. She was rolling my nipples between her thumbs and fingers as she kissed my naked shoulders and neck. I was lost in an erotic haze, I was limp as a rag doll.
"I love you Amy and you are going to love me the same way I love you. You are going to be a good little girl, aren't you."
With that she pinched my nipples, hard. I screamed as the pain shot through me, my body arched from the suddenness of it and then..., my pussy flooded. My nipples were a jumble of tingling nerve ends, my whole body was vibrating, my breathing was ragged.
"Yes Janet," I replied, "I will be your good little girl."
I almost called her Mommy but I knew that ours would not be a Mother/Daughter relationship. She put an arm around my waist and her other hand behind my back then suddenly pushed me forward. The next thing I knew I was an upside down Y, suspended between her thighs, my pussy and ass looking up at her. Her fingers were like feathers, brushing the whole lower part of my body. I was helpless, I was possessed and I wanted whatever was going to happen. I wanted her to fuck me. I wanted to cum. I was her toy.
I felt her thumb enter my cunt and I grunted as she fucked me with it. It was replaced with her fingers and then the thumb penetrated my ass. She was raping me with her hand except it wasn't rape, I wanted it and I came. Upside down, I orgasmed, screaming as I did.
She righted me on her lap, this time facing her. Her arms around my waist, mine around her neck. My small breasts pressed against her voluptuous ones. My whole body was tingling, I had never felt so much alive or in love. My face was buried against her neck and I whispered to her,
"I love you Janet, I love you, I love you."
"Then I want you to show me your love. Help me undress and make love to me just the way you want me to make love to you."
