Note: Just a fun story of a woman finding her sister and the excitement back into her life. Sorry men, I wasn't too complimentary in a few areas but we all know what men want. Make sure you are at least 18 years old and enjoy.
When I turned 16 my mom told me something that shocked the hell out of me.
"Janet, you are old enough to know the truth. Your father and I could not have children so we adopted you. We lived in Boston as you know and when we moved to Chicago we just told everyone you was our natural child. It made it a lot easier on you in school."
I asked her if she knew anything about my natural mother but she only knew she was only 15 when she had me. People always told me that I did not look like either of my parents. I have dark brown hair and hazel eyes. My mom and dad were very light skinned and had blond hair. At first I was shocked but quickly came out of it. I was very popular in high school and had made the cheerleading squad. I never thought about searching for my natural mom especially since she was younger than I was when she had me.
After high school I got a scholarship to State and finished with a marketing degree. I met my husband Bill in College and we settled down in a western suburb of Chicago. Our marriage was fantastic in our early years.
We had two wonderful children who were twins. Joanna and Julie. They were identical twins that people were always mixing up. Even Bill and I mixed them up sometime.
When they started dating in high school they sometimes switched their dates just to have some fun with their boyfriends. According to them their boyfriends never found out. I told them to be careful because their boyfriends would be very upset if they knew.
The girls were now in their senior years and had just turned 18 years old. It was at their birthday party I realized my relationship with my husband had dwindled into a boring life. Neither of us had as much desire for sex and we each made excuses when we were alone and time was available. While the kids partied in the back yard we parents entertained ourselves in our basement, which was converted into a large den.
Booze was flowing pretty freely and a lot of flirting was going on. I noticed Bill was giving my best friend Jane a lot of attention but I was glad because it gave me a chance to dance with some of the other men. During one of the slow dances Jane's husband Tom pulled me close to his body. I was feeling so loose I didn't realize his hard-on was pressing against me until I felt his hand slide down to my ass. I looked over to see if our spouses were watching and could see Jane standing with Bill rubbing his stomach against her ass. They didn't know we were alive.
I figured a little playing around would be harmless so I didn't stop Tom as he slipped his hand under the waistband of my shorts.
"Are you being naughty?" I giggled as his fingers moved under my panties to the bare flesh of my ass.
He was the first man to touch me like this other than Bill since my junior year of high school when the star quarterback mauled me in the locker room.
"You got the nicest ass here." He whispered in my ear as he fondled my ass cheeks. "Thank you." I giggled as I rubbed my stomach against his bulge. I wasn't sure what he was hiding under his pants but it felt so big pressing against me.
Someone turned the lights lower so it was really hard seeing the other couples. I could hear a lot of laughing and giggling going on so I figured everyone had branched out with someone other than his or her spouse. I knew I could stop it if he got too far. At least I thought I could.
It was so dark I couldn't see my husband and best friend. Tom pulled me back behind a room divider and pressed me up against the wall. Before I could complain his lips moved forward to mine.
I opened my mouth to say, "Stop" when his tongue slipped into my mouth. After 20 years of marriage I felt like a girl again on my first date. My heart was beating fast and my panties were dripping wet. It had been years since I had felt this way.
Tom's fingers moved down my ass crack until his finger was pushing into my rear opening. No one had ever touched me there.
"Don't," I whispered in his ear.
"OK." He whispered as he pulled his hand up and out of my shorts.
"I didn't mean to stop touching me. Just not there." I giggled. I surprised myself because I told him to continue.
I had never messed around with another man since I've been married and his touches were like small flashes of fire on my skin. I giggled when his fingers returned to my back. He traced the waistband of my shorts until his fingers brushed against my navel.
I giggled again.
I'm sure I would not have allowed his fingers to go under the waistband of my shorts if it wasn't for the liquor I had consumed. My stomach muscles tightened to allow his fingers space to slip under the waistband of my shorts.
"Naughty, naughty." I whispered. I nibbled on his ear.
"Want me to stop?" He challenged.
"Only if you want to." I whispered back.
There was no way either of us wanted him to stop. His fingers found the top of my panties and stopped. He again traced the panty waistband as his finger slid underneath. His touch was driving me wild with passion.
"What have we here?" He whispered as his fingers slid into my pubic hair.
"Cushioning." I giggled.
"For what?" He teased.
"You know." I answered.
"No, tell me." He said as his fingers curled my full mound of soft hair.
"For fucking." I whispered as I stuck my tongue in his ear.
"OH SHIT." He moaned as his finger slid down into my channel. He touched my clit and I cried out. "Ahhh."
"Shhh." He said as his lips moved over mine to keep me quiet. I was glad he did because he would have had me screaming as he brought me to a climax.
"Oh my God. What have I done?" I asked out loud as he pulled his hand from my shorts.
"You didn't like it?" he asked.
"That's the problem. I liked it too much." I giggled.
I couldn't believe I just let another man finger me. It had been at least 20 years since another male had touched me intimately. I suddenly realized I could touch another man's penis. It was something you dreamed about but once you are married you never to expect it to happen again.
Tom moved away from me and was starting to walk back into the main room when I grabbed his arm.
"What." He whispered. I moved my mouth to his ear.
"I want toβ¦" I started giggling.
"What?" he asked again.
"I want to touch you." I whispered and giggled again. "Touch me where?" He teased.
"You know." I whispered.
"Sure. Go ahead." He whispered and moved his body until he was facing me.
My fingers were trembling as I moved my hand down his side to his belt. I followed his belt over to his buckle. I was so glad it was dark because my face was so red and hot. I fumbled with his belt until it released. I unsnapped his pants and found his zipper tab. As I pulled his zipper down it made a loud noise.
"Shhh." I giggled. As my hand pushed the zipper down the back of my fingers bumped against his hard-on. He moaned.
Before I chickened out I moved my fingers to the opening in his boxers and slid my fingers inside. I moved through his pubic hair until I touched the side of his shaft. I curled my fingers around it until my hand surrounded it. It was time for a measurement as my hand slid up to the crown and back down to the base. He was at least 7 inches, which put him in the same class as my husband.
"Take it out." He moaned as my fingers continued to stroke up and down his length. "Why?" I teased. It was my turn and now he was in my control.
"I don't want to make a mess in my pants." He whispered in my ear. "Andβ¦" he started to say but stopped.