Sarah and I have been texting steadily for a few weeks. We’ve exchanged face pics too, and she’s cute. She’s 5'9", so in my range, though at the outside limit; has dirty blond hair, and blue eyes, like me. I’m not sure why that’s important, but it is. She was also close in age to me, so my 40-something Monday guy, Goose, obviously had a thing for hot older chicks.
By far, her most spectacular feature is her voice! She has a low, almost gravelly, radio voice that captivates your attention immediately. She works in media and public relations and has done some voice work, so I’m not the only one who’s noticed.
It’s remarkable how similar our family lives are. She’s been cheating for four years like me, but unlike me, she still has duty sex with her husband once a week. He’s apparently a minute man, so she’s not getting much out of it, hence the cheating, but she keeps his cock serviced, and that keeps him off her back.
Sarah also loves sex, so doesn’t mind fucking him as long as she gets to meet her other friends regularly.
Benefits of a same-sex affair as a married woman
If you follow my newsletter, you’ll know that I met Sarah the week before last for a drink at a local chain restaurant. I realized immediately in planning this date that I didn’t have to worry about who saw me with Sarah, so we could go anywhere. I could even tell hub about her if I wanted.
On more than one occasion, my lover and I have seen someone we’ve known or ran into them while the other waited in the car. The last time was when we went to the movies on a Friday night after dinner. Thank god it was a colossal multiplex, so I hid in the crowd — hard to do as a redhead — and the man didn’t see me. But, of course, working from home for two years also helped, as did the fact the man is a little dopy and not in my directorate, but a sister one in our group.
This has caused us to plan our outings where neither of us would typically go with our spouses or friends. We have a little dumpy greasy spoon where we sometimes have breakfast after an overnight and a few hole-in-the-wall restaurants none of our friends would go to.
As heterosexual women, no one in the world would think Sarah and I were sleeping together. We could go anywhere and do anything together. I imagine this would be the same for men in a same-sex relationship, tho I expect they’d be more limited on how touchy-feely they could get. Women have so much more latitude when it comes to public intimacy between friends.
Rock Hudson’s dating advice
When Rock Hudson died of AIDS on October 2nd, 1985, the world knew that the 6'4" man’s man was gay. But they hadn’t known for long. I remember people being shocked hearing Rock had AIDS because, in 1985, that could only mean one thing — he was gay.
People were baffled by the revelation when they reflected on his life and career. We later learned that people knew he was gay, but it was a tight circle of Hollywood A-listers and power brokers. Rock had apparently thought about coming out in the early ’70s but didn’t.
So how was it that no one knew?
I remember watching an interview with him, and he said it quite plainly —
“When two men go out on the town for dinner and drinks, rumors start, but when three men do the same thing, it’s a boy’s night out.”
Rock explained that he and his lover would invite a knowing friend along to act as their cover story. I suppose it works, but imagine never being able to take your lover out and whisper those things lovers whisper to each other while the romance is in full force and the wine takes hold.
It’s sad anyone would feel they had to live that way.
As a young teen, I remember understanding the profound difference between the two dynamics, and it stayed with me. It’s why I spend so much time planning my dates and how to hide things in plain sight.
My first meet with Sarah
We met a local chain restaurant halfway between us. The plan was for some appies and a drink. I didn’t dress up, but threw on a comfy summer dress, dragged a brush through my hair, and did my eyes with some eyeliner. I’m more a lipgloss girl, so put on my fav strawberry blend, you know, just in case the opportunity came up to share ;-)
She wore a dark blue summer dress and looked good but had put little makeup on as well. We’d chatted about this, and it turns out we didn’t often use it. So I wasn’t sure, but I thought she might have worn a summer dress because I’d told her about the first-timer who fingered me in my car after our first date.
When we greeted, we did a double cheek kiss and pressed our boobs into each other. That’s not something I have to do on purpose, though, because if you want to kiss my cheek, there’ll be some triple-D boobage pressing on you. The only difference was I was mindful of her chest pressing back.
If you were to look at us, you’d see two mature friends out for a catch-up. If you were sitting at our table, you might think the same thing, other than the occasional cheeky innuendo.
We did have a laugh as we got to know each other better. Chemistry was there between us as we chatted, and more than one enduring pat on the hand or touch of the foot occurred as we giggled like women who’d known each other for a lifetime.
Kissing in the car
This time of year, it gets dark around nine, so night had fallen by time we walked out. I kept myself to a large wine, as I never drink and drive, but I noticed Sarah was a little more lubricated. I didn’t mind because she was hilarious.
Her car was further along than mine, so we walked together. When we got to mine, I asked her if she’d like to try my lipgloss.
“Sure I would, but not out here,” she replied sweetly.
“No, of course!” I popped the locks and then got in the backseat. Following my lead, she jumped in the other side.
Although likely not the best personal security option, I’d decided not to park under a light but in between them and a bit further away from the restaurant. We’d told each other we’d take it slow and feel each other out without pressure, but I have my Girl Scout badge in Adultery, so I know you need to prepare for all eventualities.
Digging out my lipgloss, I tossed my purse into the front seat and applied it while Sarah got comfortable.
“Ready?” I asked, staring into her eyes.
“Mmmhmm…” was the only noise she made leaning in.
I’d never actually romantically kissed a woman before that night. I went down on one, but I wasn’t attracted to her enough to kiss her. On the other hand, Sarah had kissed and fingered a woman but not gone down on one.
My first impression was I loved how soft her lips were. I sucked her bottom lip between my lips and gently worked it over, then did the same to her top lip. Suckling her lips felt right, and so did holding her.
While we kissed, I felt heat building between my legs but focused on experiencing our kiss. We had planned for no sex, and we’d talked about how far we’d go. I didn’t want my first time with her to be in a car, and she agreed.
Keeping within the rules of not going under the clothes, I felt her chest over her clothes and squeezed and pinched her nipples through her dress and bra while she felt me up. She had nice boobs, but smaller than mine. Her bra was loose enough to show her nipples protruding, so I tugged at them.
My bra isn’t as forgiving. I need my chest locked down, or I’d send a boob into the next time zone if I moved too quickly. She couldn’t find my nipples, but that was fine. It was hot being felt up by her.
“God, I’m so wet,” I said, finally breaking free, “we should have gotten a hotel!”
“I know, fuck, and it’s too late. I really need to get off,” Sarah replied.
“Did you like my lipgloss?”
“I did! And I liked your lips too. They’re thinner than the Vegas girl’s but softer. It must be the gloss,” she laughed.
“Probably, I’ve never been into lipstick, but always gloss. My lips would fall off in the winter if I didn’t.”
“Well? Do you think you want to go further?” she asked in her sexy radio voice.
“Yes, I do,” I whispered, “So far, I like this much better than with the other girl. Liking and having things in common helps, and your lips, oh my god! You are such a great kisser. When I was with the other girl, it was just sex for my boyfriend, not me, and there was nothing else there. I didn’t want to kiss her and never even thought of it at the time, but tonight? Kissing you is all I’ve thought about!”
“If we were guys, we’d probably just blow each other and call it a night, but I can wait. I want us to take our time and explore.”
“Me too…” I snuggled in and gave her one last soft kiss before letting go and reaching for the door.
When I got home, I went straight for my Magic Wand © in the ensuite and beat my pussy up for half an hour before hopping in the shower. I needed to cum something fierce after that kiss, and I made sure I did, good and hard. After my shower, I texted —
thanks for the great night! I had a shower and came so hard thinking about what your lips are going to do to me. Good night!
I also texted my boyfriend and let him know how it went. It seems he approved by looking at the short vid he sent me 10 mins later.
My slut summer
My slut summer is working out almost better than I imagined, but the juggling is tough. However, Sarah and I haven’t set a sex date because we promised Goose he could watch and play with us, and nailing down a date is proving difficult. I’m not sure if Rock had a problem coordinating his threesomes, but nothing worth doing is ever easy.
I’m looking at the first week of September in my favorite day-rate hotel, so stay tuned!
Here’s how Sarah and I first met up —
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