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I honestly could not have anticipated what I'd gain by my change in lifestyle.
First, I start making love with women and enjoy it more than I could ever have hoped. Then, I'm reminded that when you radically alter your lifestyle you should not dive right into the same old thing. unless you really want it. Finally, my newest lover, who is very dominant, convinces me to seduce her pregnant girlfriend and get into a regular relationship with both of them.
While that's all well and good, I'm talking right now about the advantages of having a girlfriend that works as a clerk at a major hotel downtown.
Jackie is a night clerk downtown at this high profile hotel. Her bookstore doesn't bring in as much as she'd like, so she works there most evenings. What with the baby on the way, she needs as much as she can get. Occasionally, she'd call me down during the slow times and have her way with me. Of course, that means she either did the obvious, or she'd introduce me to total strangers as her girlfriend and make me out to be this super- dyke and that I had to be at her side because there was no other way for her to satisfy my unquenchable desires.
I figured that's what this was. Daniel was out on business, so I didn't have to come up with an excuse. Don a tight top. Apply my make-up. Go.
Jackie was all business when I arrived, so I knew something else was up.
"Daniel MacArthur," she said without preamble.
"What about Daniel?"
"He's your husband?"
"Yeah," I paused. "Why do you ask?"
"He's here with someone. Some brunette."
I furrowed my brow in thought. Brunette? Who do I know that he knows that's a brunette? "When did they check in?"
"About 7 P.M. Said something about both just coming from work."
"About 5 foot 5, Botticelli body?"
"Botticelli?"
"Voluptuous and kind of plump. Not good enough for a magazine, but wouldn't kick her out of bed in a million years. Hair cut straight across in back."
Her eyes lit up. "Yeah!"
"Carol."
"Carol?"
"His secretary." I couldn't believe it. I was trying to be discrete about having my lesbian affair. My husband decides to fuck his secretary.
"I'll go in first. If they're out in the open, I'll just say it was a mistake and you run like hell. If not, you do what you have to do. O.K." We were in the elevator on our way to Daniel and Carol's room. What? My girlfriend offers to let me into my husband's room where he's having an affair with his secretary, and I'm not going to take it?
Sure enough, moans and groans came from the bedroom of the suite. A suite! He never took me to a suite. Pangs of jealousy, yes, but just of the treatment. The fact that he was cheating on me washed away any guilt I had about secretly being gay and fooling around. Also, I was rooting for him. I hoped he'd be a better lover for her than he'd been for me.
But the crescendo in the bedroom told me a different tale. He was pleased with the evening. She was. less than pleased.
After a few moments, something told me to hide. And I did. In the coat closet (no closet jokes please). Sure enough, Carol came out in the hotel bathrobe. Daniel was in the bedroom asleep. "Poor dear," I thought. Both Jackie and Karen had taught me one really important sex lesson: if you can't orgasm together, the one who cums quickest is the one who cums last. It applies no matter whom you're sleeping with.
I figured that Carol would do like I've been known to do in such cases: sit back, masturbate, wonder why I didn't have a better lover for a husband and then go to sleep.
She did me one better.
She picked up the television remote, pulled up the X-rated pay-per-view, and picked a movie. It wasn't just any movie. It was a movie I'd seen. It was a movie Jackie and Iliana introduced me to. It was a lesbian porn movie! Then, she slowly untied the robe and lowered it to the ground. She, with all of her statuesque curves, reclined on the sofa and caressed herself like a woman that knew what she wanted and was in her element. Pulling her ample bosom to her mouth and sucking on her own nipples. Caressing her legs and hips. Finally, tracing her fingers along the pouting lips of her sex.
Wow! I never would have thought it.
After she'd masturbated to the images of countless all-female orgies and numerous femme-butch encounters, Carol wrapped herself up again. Turned off the tube, and went to bed.
I stood up. Snuck out. Went downstairs and demanded of Jackie, in no uncertain terms, that she fuck me right then and there.
This actually continued. Jackie was able to find out about Daniel and Carol's reservations a couple of days in advance. I'd hide in there in advance. They'd talk (luckily about anything but me) and then have sex. Regardless of whether she had an orgasm or not (maybe I should say, had a convincing performance faking her orgasm or not), Carol would come out and take care of herself.
What surprised me was what she used as inspiration. Sometimes movies. Sometimes pictures. One night, she went back to bed, and I stepped out to see what it was she was looking at.
There was a photo album full of pictures of my family. Oddly enough, I knew they were from a collection Daniel's always kept in his office. But these were just pictures with me. None of Daniel.
One of the movies was a collection of our home movies. I knew the scenes by heart since I'd spent so much time watching them. But she'd spliced a lot of things together. Again, all where I was the central figure.
I needed to find out what was going on.
Stepping out of the closet (again, no jokes), I slowly undressed. I could hear Carol in the den. Her soft moans. The wet sounds of her labors. I, too, was wet and my nipples rock hard. Carol's eyes were closed in passionate frustration. It was just beyond her grasp. Too far beyond.
I dropped to my knees and crawled around the sofa. Slowly, I approached. Her left hand caressing her breasts and the right hand between her legs. Her naked chest heaved up and down with every breath. Slowly. slowly. slowly, I approached until my face was inches away from her wet, swollen labia. Lightly, I blew on her hand and the tender flesh she caressed.
Her eyes shot open. Caught.
I smiled. Looked at her hand and her pussy. Licked my lips and said, "May I?"
Why was I doing this? I had an idea. I had a plan that I wanted to implement, but I couldn't do it with just anyone. I needed someone who'd be there. I needed someone who felt like I did. I needed someone that wouldn't shy away when the time came. She'd sit up, decline and suggest we never speak about this event or she'd accept my invitation.
Carol smiled faintly and lifted her hand. "Please."
I smiled and leaned forward to lightly kiss her swollen lips. My tongue swirled around the edge of those lips and plumbed her depths. Carol's hand caressed my face and she ran her fingers through my hair. Finally, I felt her hand on top of my head. The hand that says, "There. Don't move." So, I didn't. I licked her flesh and let her enjoy the sensation. I let her know that I'd be there for the duration. Until my job was done. Until she saw stars.
My hand fell to my waist and my fingers found their way between my legs. God, I was hot. I was wet and open. I was a bitch in heat. If Daniel had come out, I probably would have even let him fuck me. I said "probably". But, he didn't.
That wet hand next went to her wet pussy and I concentrated on her clitoris. Slow licks. Kisses. Lightly blowing on her button. She whispered, "Please. Please."
"Please what?"
"Make me cum. Make me cum, Lillian. Please?"
Again, I smiled and started to lick and suck with determination. My fingers found her G- spot and pushed on. Moans turned to grunts. Grunts back to moans. She tried to stile them. She tried to not make noise. But she was excited. She was having too much fun. She started screaming as she came. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" I probably should have been worried that Daniel would have waken up, but at that point, the only thing I could do would be to gag the girl. Now, maybe some like that, but I, especially now that I particularly liked my orgasms, didn't wish that on anyone.
"Carol?" It was Daniel. Actually, it was sleepy Daniel. A wife knows the sounds and their meanings. He did hear and wondered what was wrong.
Carol went in to assure him all was well. "I was just watching a movie." It turns out that my little cheating stud was ready for another round. So, I lay naked on the sofa listening to my husband have sex with the woman I'd just eaten to a mind shattering orgasm. Imagining their every thought and action. He'd been on top of me countless times. I'd now seen her enough to know how she'd react. All the while, I caressed my nipples and my sex.
About twenty minute after they were done, Daniel was again asleep and Carol came to the den completely naked and laid next to me on the sofa. She was sweaty. She was filled with sex. She wanted more.
"You want more, Carol? Like with Daniel?"
"Lillian, I'm sorry. I just -"
"Save it. Do you want to have sex with me and with Daniel on a regular basis?"
"I don't have to give one up?"
"Nope. As long as he never finds out about us. Plus, I have some other favors that I need for you to do for me. Deal?"
"Deal."
With that, I spread on the couch and opened my legs. She knew what I wanted. She knew what I needed. As she slowly worked her way down my torso to my pussy, I knew she was the one I wanted for the plan.
As her tongue skillfully danced the lines of my sex, I told her of the plan.
When I asked, "Will you do it?" she answered, "Yes."
That's when I came.
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