I am a happily married middle-aged woman- a stay at home mother. I am thirty-five, but proudly, I must admit, I look much younger. Folks tell me all the time I look like I am in my late twenties. My husband has a job that takes him on the road, something that I hate since I can’t go with him. I try to not let it affect our relationship. I keep a lot of my frustrations to myself, just to have peace in the family and to avoid the tiff where he ends up telling me, “It’s my job and it pays the bills.”
I have one confident and that’s Emily who is a good friend and lives across the street from us. Emily is the same age as myself, and we have a lot of very similar likes and dislikes. Emily’s husband works a local job and she, like me is stay at home mother. Once we get the kiddos off to work, we usually end up in her kitchenette or mine, commiserating over the things in our respective marriages and the funny things our kids say and do.
I don’t usually discuss our sex life, but a while back I found myself going there. To my surprise and relief, Emily totally understood. She and Tom had their struggles with intimacy as well.
“Have you guys ever seen a sex therapist?” I asked.
“No way!” Emily exclaimed. “Tom would never go to sex therapist. He says I’m the issue, not him.”
“So, what’s the big issue?” I asked, tagging on, “You don’t have to tell me if you feel uncomfortable about it.”
“No,” Emily replied, “Its okay. When I want it, he doesn’t and when he wants it, I don’t. We can’t seem to match up our schedules.”
I knew the feeling all too well.
“Sometimes,” Emily confided, “I wonder if he even finds me attractive anymore.”
I looked at Emily and told her I couldn’t for the life of me, see how Tom could find her unattractive and I told her as much.
“Maybe I should have married you,” Emily told me.
I laughed.
“I’m probably not as good in the bedroom as Tom,” I said.
Emily laughed,
“I don’t know,” she replied. “You certainly couldn’t be any worse.”
“I don’t have a penis,” I replied.
“That’s what strap-ons and dildos are made for,” Emily shot back. I was a bit embarrassed to admit, those items were things I had never considered or used.
“Oh God, woman!” Emily declared. “You don’t know what you’re missing!”
I was shocked by Emily’s very intimate and personal disclosure.
“Girl!” Emily pressed on, “Let me show you what keeps me going!”
Before I could say anything, Emily darted out of the kitchenette and disappeared into the back side of her house, leaving me all alone to wonder what I had stumbled into.
A few seconds later and Emily was back at the table, opening a shoe box in front of me, pulling out several different sex tools, of varying sizes and types. I was astonished and somewhat embarrassed.
She sat one of the long cylinder-like toys on the table and flipped on the vibrator. I watched as it rumbled across the table making a loud ‘rrrrrrrrr” sound. She grabbed it and stuffed it between her legs and smiled.
“You are shameless,” I said.
“No,” she replied. “I am just practical.”
“Does Tom know you have these?” I asked.
“Oh, hell no,” Emily replied. “I’m no dummy.”
Emily looked at the toy box and smiled. She stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the living room, the toy box tucked under her arm.
“Come on,” she said, as she pulled me into the living room. She pushed me down on to the couch and told me to close my eyes.
“Why?” I asked.
“Just do it,” she pleaded. “Indulge me.”
I closed my eyes. Emily turned the vibrator on for the long cylinder-like object and began to slowly rub it across my neck. The warmth of the tool felt good on my neck and the vibrating was soothing and intoxicating. Emily worked the vibrator across my breasts, and I opened my eyes.
“Calm down,” she said, “Just enjoy it. Close your eyes and relax.”
I resettled myself on the couch as Emily knelt down and parted my legs, repositioning herself between them as she worked the vibrator thingy along the edges of my shoulders and then back across my breasts, which only made my nipples stand out. I was kind of wishing I had put in a bra, but at this point it was too late.
Emily placed the vibrator on top of the upper portion of my legs and slowly moved it back and forth. She alternated between one leg and then the other, edging the vibrator along the insides of my legs. There was no way to deny the feelings that were now flooding into my erogenous area.
“What do you think?” Emily whispered as she pushed the vibrating toy up against my pussy.
“I’m thinking it feels real good,” I said.
“Take off you pants,” Emily instructed.
I opened my eyes at her suggestion.
“Come on,” Emily whispered. “Let me show you how good it feels.”
I hesitated, but even as I did, Emily continued to hold the vibrator against my pussy. I must have lost my mind or been extremely desperate, because I did the unthinkable and the unfathomable, I unsnapped my jeans and lowered the zipper. I arched my back and Emily helped strip me of my jeans. My panties were soaked, through and through. I arched my back and pushed my panties down my thighs, as Emily worked them past my knees and then my ankles.
Emily smiled and complimented me on my freshly shaven look.
“You have a sweet looking natch,” Emily whispered, as she placed the vibrator up against my shaved pussy.
“Close your eyes,” Emily whispered. “Think about that hunk of a guy you’d love to be making love to.”
My hubby immediately came to my mind. Emily inserted the vibrating dildo into my pussy and held it there. Sweat poured off my forehead. I clinched my hands into fists, as the first orgasm rolled through me.
“Oh yeah,” Emily whispered, as she slowly worked the dildo in and out of my pussy. “Work it baby!”
Another orgasm ricocheted through me and my entire body quivered. She took my hand and told me to hold on the tool and to work it back and forth inside of me. I did as she instructed. It wouldn’t take much for a massive orgasm to rock my world.
Suddenly, without warning, Emily launched herself on to the couch, her feet straddling my hips, her shaved pussy right in front of my face.
“Oh my God!” I declared. Emily had another dildo inserted into her pussy and was working it back and forth, feverishly. After several feverish strokes, she pulled the dildo out of her pussy and tossed it on to the couch beside us.
“Do me,” Emily instructed, as she edged her vagina closer to me. I could smell the very distinct and musty smell of her womanhood. I inserted a finger into her vagina and then I lightly slipped my thumb against her clit.
“Oh yesssss!’ Emily cried out. “Do it!”
I alternated between using my fingers and my mouth to pleasure my good friend, something that I never would have thought about doing before. Emily used her fingers to show me the areas that were most sensitive to her. We ended up on the couch, with me pleasuring her, as she reciprocated. I loved oral sex being performed on me and while Tom was very good at it, Emily offered me an opportunity to experience the same pleasures, only from an entirely different perspective.
I had never been with another woman before that day.
Emily taught me how to appreciate the special feelings of woman on woman sex. I was surprised at her level of attentiveness and her ability to make me feel so very special. Ours was and is, a very special relationship.
Last week, I ordered my first dildo. Its about nine inches long, warms and vibrates and is jet black. Yeah, I like big black dicks, but please don’t tell anyone. Its my secret. I can’t wait to see the look on Emily’s face.
