FINDING TRUE SATISFACTION

I experienced a strange sensation of not being myself but someone else as I tried to make up my mind what to wear for going out that evening. I realised that my world had been turned upside down since Amanda had come into it and I was confused but also very excited. She was a friend of my sister, who lives in Cornwall, and had moved nearby. We'd become friends and she was quite open about the fact that she found me sexually attractive and had regaled me with tales of female love and how fulfilling it could be. It was as if she knew that my husband neglected my sexual needs and I was highly sexually frustrated. I was astounded to find that I was turned on, by her sexy tales, and was also sexually attracted to her, something I'd never felt for another woman before,

After I'd finally selected a dress and underwear, which I laid out on the bed, I sat down in front of my dressing table and stared at myself in the triple fold mirror. I could see three images of myself, Jane, age thirty eight, married but childless because of my husband’s low sperm count, rated as one of the most able and efficient executives in the P.R. firm I worked for. I'd just bathed and wasn't wearing any make-up so what I saw was the real me. I could clearly see the tiny crow's feet at the corner of my eyes and the deeper lines by the sides of my full lips. I hated the idea of growing old but knew it was inevitable though I tried hard to keep it at bay. My body in contrast didn't show any signs of age and was as curvy and as firm as it had always been.

As I started doing my makeup I tried not to think about what might happen that evening but found it impossible. I noticed that my hands were trembling as I tried to outline my lips with a darker shade of lipstick. The sheer wicked lewdness of what I was envisaging doing with another woman caused to shiver as if I was in the grip of a fever.

I arrived at her place and we were due to go out to dinner instead minutes after my arrival I felt her fingers slowly undoing the buttons of my dress until my bra was exposed and, before I could stop her, she undid the clasp and pulled it away from my body leaving my heaving breasts naked. A tingling shudder swept through me as the tips of her fingers gently stroked across the straining tips of my engorged nipples. The buds hardened and became even more sensitive.

Holding my breath I looked down. I was blushing as I watched her slim fingers fondling my breasts before she lifted them up, circled the nipples with her fingertips and pinching them tugged them away from their aureoles as if wanting to see how far they'd stretch. She was taking her time as if savouring her dominance over my senses. I wanted to beg her to suck my nipples to ease the fierce ache and put an end to the agony of waiting but couldn't find the breath to do so. No male lover had ever fondled my breasts so delicately, so excitingly, so knowingly or so teasingly. My nipples stuck out like hard bullets, stiff and tight tingling madly and my sex pulsed and became very wet. 

Still taking her time she bent her head so that her mouth could explore my breasts. My legs felt so rubbery that I had to grab on to her shoulders to stop myself falling. A moan of pleasure escaped from my open mouth as every sensation in my body became focused on the rippling ecstasy flowing from my nipples. Amanda sucked each nipple, in turn, into her wet mouth and her tongue fluttered over the tip as she held them firmly between her lips. 

For the first time in my life I felt the oncoming of an orgasm without penetration. Just as I felt the last surge toward orgasm before the explosion she freed my right nipple leaving it wet with her saliva. I groaned loudly with frustration and all inhibitions vanished as daringly I slipped my hand between our bodies to cup her sex through her dress in an attempt to force her to continue sucking my nipples until I climaxed. The sensation of her plump sex mound, under the material, inflamed my senses. It was the first time I'd ever touched a woman so intimately and I found it highly arousing. I was shocked when I heard myself begging her to take me to bed.

She didn't say anything but taking my hand led me into her bedroom. Once inside she kissed me as her hands fondled my twin buttocks, through the material of my skirt. Her fingers moulded the elastic flesh, gripping each cheek and causing them to part then slam back together again making me shudder with pleasure. Without saying a word we stepped back from each other and started removing our clothes as swiftly as we could. There was no longer a question, in my mind, that it was wrong to have sex with a woman all I wanted was her to make love to me. My arousal kept mounting as I saw the naked desire in her eyes as she looked at my body. 

When I was naked I slipped onto the double bed and Amanda climbed next to me and kissed the inside of my left thigh. The sensual caress caused me to shudder all over as goose-bumps broke on my skin. Instinctively I raised my knees and opened my legs wide offering myself to her as she knelt between my legs and lifted them so that they were draped over her shoulders. Bending forward she nuzzled my sex with her lips and shudders of pure pleasure pounded through my straining body. She slid her hands beneath my buttocks, clasping them with her fingers, as she began lapping at my pussy. Her tongue swept from my anus all the way to my clitoris again and again and I shrieked and raised my hips to push my sex harder against her mouth. Within seconds my body was in the throes of the climax which had been hovering for so long. I sobbed and moaned loudly as I humped my pelvis against her face as she kept her mouth glued to my sex. Her mouth and tongue never stayed at one spot for long but moved all over my sex as her teasing tongue and wet lips worked on my clitoris with such intensity that I orgasmed again, before the first one had properly abated, and she kept me climaxing until I lost count. 

Finally she pulled her mouth away from my pussy and  I thought it was all over until I felt a long finger probing my vagina then suddenly two of them were inside my love passage gently probing, stretching it as I pulled my knees back. She moved three fingers in and out as if they were a penis and I groaned as the bunched fingers slid back and forth in the wet heat of my open pussy. Desperately clasping her shoulders I cried out as another orgasm swept through me as skilfully she kept up the relentless movements of her fingers, which were being tightly gripped by the wet heat of my sex. 

My senses were reeling and my heart was pounding wildly. I was having trouble breathing as I was drawn into a maelstrom of ecstasy like I'd never known before. My successive orgasms were swift, extremely intense, and all consuming. Eventually I was completely overwhelmed and passed out.

Sometime later I surfaced and found myself being cradled against her sweaty body with my head resting on her bosom. When my head cleared I wanted to kiss her to show her how grateful I was so, giving in to the urge, I kissed her passionately on the lips. Her tongue met mine and soon she and I were intensely entwined, crushed tightly together as I explored her mouth. 

My right hand wandered to her left breast and my fingers closed around the nipple and teased it until it became fatter. I pulled away, bent my head, and nibbled on each nipple as she ran her fingers through my hair. I didn't feel any guilt or inhibition only arousal and daringly I pushed her legs apart and allowed my eyes to devour the sight of her succulent sex. I could hardly believe that it was me who slid between her open legs so that my face was only inches away from her sex. Her sex mound was sparsely covered with pubic hair so that I could clearly see the thick lips of her sex. Shaking all over I reached out and parted them with the tips of my fingers so that I could freely gaze at the crinkled, inner pink folds and the deep-looking hole. It was already spasming and juicy.

She lay still and silent allowing me the freedom to look and explore. She knew that it was my first time. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to please her as well as she'd done me. However I was impatient to return the pleasure she'd given me so, taking a deep breath, I began caressing her hips, her buttocks then her inner thighs. My fingers worked their way slowly toward her sex remembering the way she'd touched me earlier. I kissed the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs until my mouth was poised over her pussy. The lips of her sex were so distended that it left her vagina exposed and I saw that she was even wetter and even more juicy-looking than she'd been when I first examined it. Tossing my remaining inhibitions to the wind and with a deep groan of surrender my lips landed on her wet sex. Frantically my tongue began lapping up the thick fluid of her passion. My tongue travelled to the lowest point of her pussy, close to her anus, then licked all the way to the very top as I explored her sexual anatomy. A strong aroma invaded my nostrils, making me hungry for more of her sweet juice. I slipped my extended tongue deep into her love passage; pressing it in as far as I could as she thrust her pelvis up. I jiggled my tongue in and out of her sex while running the tips of my fingers around the rim of her anus. I used my tongue like a flat shovel to scoop up her juices then stiffening it like a miniature penis. 

I heard her praising my efforts as her body shuddered. I withdrew my tongue and replaced it with two fingers. Her vaginal muscles gripped them immediately seeming to pull them further into the depths of her pussy. I licked my way slowly to the swelling clitoris as my fingers slipped in and out of her vagina. She was humping her hips up in frantic motion as she pressed her pussy against my mouth and fingers. It was clear that my amateurish efforts were arousing her. Amanda grabbed my hair, with her hands, and forced my face harder against her pussy in compulsive jerks as she pushed her sex flesh against my lips. I sucked her clitoris into my mouth, lashing it with my tongue and could feel her convulsions forcing more of her thick love juice out into my mouth as she orgasmed. I swallowed the slimy juice as I continued to lash her clitoris with my tongue ensuring that she would experience maximum ecstasy.

When she'd finished climaxing she pulled me up and licked her love juice from my mouth, face and fingers. Then we kissed for a very long time an exchange of tenderness and love. The gentle kiss became more and more passionate until she flipped me on my back and scrambled to her hands and knees, as her head slipped between my legs. As her mouth plastered itself against my pussy she lowered her hips so that my mouth was swamped by her sex flesh. Our mouths were locked tightly on each other's pussy as we raced to see which one could bring the other one off first. It was a tie and we both orgasmed more or less at the same time, that first time. We continued until we were too exhausted to keep awake. Entwined we fell asleep.

Since that day she and I have been lovers and she's been my rock as I go through the traumas of divorce. It was she who organised a young stud to impregnate me so that we could have a baby together. For the first time I'm very happy and contended and don't see myself needing another man.