Hmmmm, I sighed, feeling content and satisfied as I stretched my 5'10" frame across this king sized bed. The sun was peaking through the hotel curtains streaming streaks of warm sunlight over Brittany and I. The last 3 hours we fulfilled our lust and erotic desires for each other.
How lucky can a girl be!
Next week, I'm celebrating my 25th wedding anniversary to a wonderful man, Jack, whom I love deeply and have 2 daughters with and 18 years with my lady lover, Brittany. Brittany is married to Tom and has 2 sons.
Maybe, "lover" is not an accurate description of my relationship with Brittany. We enjoy sexual experiences with each other. Adventurous with few boundaries. I'm not into pain, just mutual pleasure.
I'm Jill, and met Brittany when she was 15 years old and we needed a babysitter. Jack and I had been married 3 years when our first daughter was born and we waited until she was 9 months old before considering hiring a babysitter so we could enjoy a date night.
When I consulted friends for their recommendations Brittany was their unanimous favorite.
I called her number and spent several minutes talking with her mother, introducing myself and giving a quick background on Jack and I. Her mom was very protective, I had to pass her interview before Brittany was allowed to babysit for us. I guess we passed.
The first evening Brittany babysat, her mom came with her and spent 30 minutes as an introduction but also evaluating us and our household. When we first met I was taken aback by Brittany and her mom's appearance. Her mom was stunningly beautiful and Brittany was a young version of her mom with black shoulder length hair, large round brown eyes, a disarmingly beautiful smile and a body that was perfectly proportioned. Her voice was soft and sensual with an air of confidence not common for a 15 year old.
When my husband, entered the room, I swear he was caught off guard by their looks as he stammered hello before composing himself. It was Brittany who diffused the awkward introduction with her slight smile as she commented, " Wait, your names are Jack and Jill." I could tell she was about to reference the nursery rhyme so I beat her to it,
"Yes, our pail of water is in the kitchen and Jack's crown is healed." We all laughed.
Brittany exceeded our expectations in her ability and care for our daughter, Marisa. When we arrived home, Marisa had been fed, changed and asleep and Brittany had written a detailed account of the evening. We paid her above her requested rate and Jack drove her home. When Jack returned he commented he thought it would be best if from now on I drove her home, he gave no further explanation and I didn't ask.
That night Jack and I had the best sex in years. He was aggressive, which I love. Spent more time than normal devouring my pussy with his tongue and fingers bringing me to an intense orgasm before he pounded me with his cock to another orgasm leaving me a quivering mess before he climaxed.
"Whew, where did that passion come from," I commented as we cuddled.
He whispered, "On my way home from Brittany's I couldn't stop thinking how much I wanted to fuck you hard."
"You succeeded," I cooed as we fell asleep.
Over the next 3 years Brittany became our regular babysitter and the fact we paid her above all others made us her top priority. When our 2nd daughter was born Brittany proved very capable of dealing with a toddler and infant together. She was very comfortable being around us and we considered her part of our family. Our daughter, Marisa, adored her.
I honored Jack's request to be the one to drive Brittany home, each time our conversations became more open and casual. She had a lot of questions about my career as a editor of a woman's sports magazine, my years of education, how I met Jack and how I knew he was "the one." I was flattered and willing to share my experiences and wisdom.
I also got to know her as a studious, goal oriented young lady with maturity above her age. She had a natural sexual appeal, a beautiful face and body, confident sexy walk but portrayed a down to earth charm.
When she turned 18 we planned a surprise party under the pretense she was babysitting.
Brittany was surprised and genuinely enjoyed the evening being with us. By 9:00 the baby was asleep and Jack took Marisa upstairs to read a story and put her to bed.
Brittany and I settled on the couch chatting about this and that. At one point I opened a bottle of wine and offered some to Brittany. Keeping the conversation light we laughed taking turns sharing awkward moments growing up and with old boyfriends.
Around 10, I quietly crept upstairs to check on Jack, he had fallen asleep with Marisa. I left him sleep and returned downstairs as Brittany finished the last of the wine.
Brittany had driven to our house and I was concerned that she was driving home after drinking and suggested she stay overnight. She agreed and called her mom who after quizzing her agreed to let her spend the night.
With that settled, I opened another bottle of wine and we continued our chatting. It was after midnight when I thought we should call it an evening. I cleaned up the empty wine bottles and glasses and was ready to show Brittany to the guest bedroom. She stood and hugged me thanking me for a wonderful birthday party.
I hugged her back.
Our hug lingered longer than I expected with Brittany moving her face to nuzzle her lips on the soft skin below my ear.
I gasped, blindsided, my first reaction should have been to recoil and push her away but I continued to hug her, I was enjoying her touch. Maybe it was the wine and the feeling of intimacy we developed during our conversation or her beauty that was clouding my judgement, or feeling like I was 18 again. A twinge of lustful desire sparked in my head.
I loved feeling naughty.
I didn't move, wondering what was next.
Brittany trailed her lips from my neck over my cheek and found my lips.
We kissed.
Pressing our lips together, her soft and moist lips felt new and different against mine. I trembled sending shivers through my body. My heart quickened, my knees weakened and a flush feeling radiated through my body. I've never looked at a woman with sexual desire before but right now my boundaries disappeared.
I pulled her close kissing her with lust, pressing my tongue through her lips to her tongue.