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PART 4

As we laid together trying to catch our breath, I couldn't resist asking about her sex life after her divorce – I already knew it wasn’t good while she was married, but it could raise a fight. Part of me wanted to prove to myself I was the best she ever had, but since I already got what I wanted, I decided to press on.

“So - how was it for the first time having sex in all those years?”, I asked.

“It wasn’t the first time”, she replied.

“Oh, the dildo, I get it. I meant with another person”

“Well, not with a man, anyway.“

Dead stop. What was she saying – if it wasn’t man, then what?

“ Whoa – with who?

“ I was in a relationship with another woman for about six months” She said it almost matter of fact, just blurted out as if it was expected.

But to me – this was way out of character and very not expected. I never thought she had those tendencies – and a six month relationship isn’t experimenting on a whim.

I needed to know more – a lot more! "When was this?’

“After my son left for college. I was ok when he was home in high school, but after he left I got really lonely. There was a woman I taught with who was about ten years younger than me. She saw that I was a bit depressed, that I wasn’t really happy. We out to lunch a few times and really get to be friends. One night I was at her place for wine and it just happened.”

“What happenend?’ I knew, but I wanted her to say it.

“ We were just talking and laughing, sitting on her couch. My arm was stretched out a bit, near hers, and she touched my hand with her fingers. I looked at her, and she slowly moved them up and down my lower arm, and I didn’t object, so she moved closer and moved her hand further up my arm toward my neck. I was frozen – I knew what was going on and didn't know if I wanted to stop”.

I was astounded. She let herself be taken by another woman! If I knew she had those tendencies, I would have worked on them when we were together.

She continued as I propped myself on my elbow to get a good look at her talk about her first lesbian experience. She looked at me and kept on talking.

“Her hands moved from my arms and neck to my face and she caressed it. Then, I tilted my head in response and she began kissing my neck. It was so electric! Every inch of me got so turned on, and I began to slightly moan. With that, she knew I wasn't going to fight it and she moved in and french kissed me. I returned that kiss like I was in heat. I grabbed her close and we begin to move our hands all over each other. It was like having sex for the first time!

I was dumbfounded. Never thought she would be into that. She continued on.

“From that moment on it was a blur. We started undressing each other, I almost ripped off her shirt to get to her breasts. She moved to kiss my nipples and I almost came. She pushed me down, - she wanted to control me – so she got my clothes off, and began to play with my clit. I was in heaven! this went on with both of us. She started with dirty talk – just like you did – telling me I needed to come for her, that I was her plaything – maybe not as graphic – but that got me and came like there was no tomorrow. Then it was my turn – and I had never kissed a woman down there before.”

She paused after that – and I looked at her. She had a sly smile on her face – like she had this sexual experience of her very own – and it seemed she wanted to tell more. I just needed to ask the right questions.

“ Wow. I didn't know you liked girls. So how were you together for six months?”

“Part of it that I liked her, part of it was she controlled me like you did, so the sex wasn’t as weird as it could be, part of it was I wasn’t lonely anymore, and to be honest, I really liked it. We almost moved in together; that’s how serious it got.”

“Why didn't you?”

“Two things. The first was people were starting to talk. Nothing really substantial, but there were some rumors going around about us. I didn't want to go out in town together so that people wouldn’t see us. I didn't want people to think my divorce was my fault – that I came out and that’s why my husband left. I’m not a lesbian, but I did enjoy it.”

“What was the second thing?”

She paused a bit, so I knew something big was coming.

“Well, I can tell you given what we’ve been through. We went away for a weekend with some of her girlfriends. It would be far enough away that we could be open in our relationship. Be out and about, and I wanted to see what that would be like – to be seen as a lesbian.”

“Sound like a fun weekend”

“It was – a bit too much. When we got to this house, the other women were there. We all talked for a while, had some wine, a little weed, and after a while, one of the other couples started to kiss and make out. My girlfriend started to look at me ad starting kissing me as well. I backed up a bit but she grabbed my face and kissed me hard. She just whispered you’re mine, kiss me back. I responded back with a hard kiss."

She continued as I waited for what was to come. She was telling a story of being someone’s b*tch – a lesbian b*tch! “She started rubbing my pussy, I started moving my hips and she opened my jeans and started in my pants. I didn’t fight it – and I was getting turned on that other women were watching me get finger fucked, I was someone’s play toy for them to enjoy! We were all women and gay – kind of – and I was really getting into being this sex performer all of a sudden another hand started in my clit. And another at my breasts. My girlfriend stopped kissing me, looked at me and turned my face to one of the other women. She kissed me hard and now I had a few hands in me rubbing me and getting me naked. I then realized I was being shared for the very first time (she forgot a bit of what we had done!).

I was shocked. I swallowed hard as I didn’t know what to say next, but she continued without my help.

“That first night I had eaten every other women there – and they ate me out! The weekend was a blur. We used strap ons, and we were just having a weekend orgy. I was taking a shower and one of the women came in and ate me out. These were wide open women not caring what anyone else thought. It was freeing - I joined in. I walked around naked the entire weekend – everybody did. There was this woman who worked for Goldman Sachs – big time exec – and she was on the phone – naked- with a business call. I got under the kitchen table and started playing with her and eating her out while she was trying to work. I even shaved my pussy so the girls could get better access to my clit – and everyone watched me get shaved! It was a wild weekend.”

“So why did you leave her”

“I wasn't a lesbian. I had fun, but in the end, you need to know you are.”

“Oh yeah, I said, “ Just who are you?

“You should know, she said. “ You made me a sl*t! More for men than women, but still a sl*t!” She then leaned over, kissed me and we fell asleep.

And I still had a plane to catch…