Ann and I

Chapter Three

Cecil had always been a good provider, but the romance and pure sex had long since disappeared from our marriage. Ann's kiss, so talented and experienced, the freshness of her taste and scent, awakened feelings I had long forgotten. Passion and arousal surfaced within me, emotions I couldn't submerge, but that conflicted with my mind and values. This was an act of infidelity. I'd taken part in the gossip and seen the wives and husbands shamed from exposed extra-marital affairs and I'd always vowed I would never be one of them. However, the deeper the kiss went, the more I knew I was already somewhere I swore I wouldn't go. That Ann was a woman, a lesbian, added to the conflict within. Yes, I'd thought about sex with a woman, but only as an abstract that would never materialize. Perhaps I understood that once I did go to either of these places, that there would be no turning back. Ann pulled her lips off of mine and gave her increasingly familiar smile.

"Oh my poor neglected pet" she clucked. "You are needy aren't you?"

I felt a sense of shame. Not only had I taken part, at least partially, in an act of infidelity and lesbianism, but the response of my tongue and body had also revealed how much I enjoyed Ann and her advance.

Ann took my hand and pulled me up from my chair. She held me in a warm embrace, her hands placed on the curve of my hips just above my bottom. She looked into my eyes with her intense, but playful gaze.

"Let's go somewhere a bit more comfortable" she said.

"Oh God" I thought, "If I stop it here I could still feel like I had reasonably avoided infidelity", but as she took my hand and led me to the foyer, I knew that Ann had touched passions deep within and that stopping this now was going to be very difficult.

Ann stopped by our front door and turned the lock.

"I gather we won't be expecting any visitors this morning?" she said somewhat sternly.

"No, I don't think so, but…" I began to stammer.

"Deborah, you don't need to talk" Ann commanded, "this morning is about truth and being who we are. I know you enjoyed that kiss and that you will enjoy this."

Her left hand still on my hip, her eyes fixed on me, she took her right hand and brushed back my hair.

"You are a beautiful creature my little pet" Ann said softly, and pulling my waist closer to her, she leaned her lips back onto mine.

The kiss was slow, soft, but also strong and powerful. I tried to restrain my response, not wanting to seem too willing, not even feeling willing in many ways, but I also realized the undeniable nature of the beauty and raw sexuality of Ann's kiss and touch. I felt locked in a haze, caught in a tangle of confusion, denial and passion. I felt Ann's right hand pluck open the buttons of my blouse as she slow danced me down into our main living room. I felt my blouse fall open and peel off my shoulders just before Ann leaned me back onto our corner piece sofa. Her fingers deftly removed my brassiere as her lips moved along my neck and shoulders. I couldn't remember the last time I made love in the daytime, and the morning air felt fresh and new on my exposed breasts.

Ann's touch was one of joy and skill. Her tongue swirled on my nipples, her teeth grazed them. Something between a purr and a growl came from her as she discarded my bra. I knew then that Ann would have me. That she would have me as only two men had ever had, but much more suddenly. Working her way down the couch, she slipped open the clasp of my chinos and slid them over my hips. The scent of my passion seemed to fill the morning-lit room.

From Ann's throat came a small sound of pleasure. From under my lowered lids I could see her broad smile as she examined me laid out before her, a woman who's sexuality was about to be plucked like ripe fruit. As her fingers curled under the waist of my panties, I reflexively pressed myself to the couch in a nervous attempt to slow my descent. This brought a light but commanding smack on my hip, as if she was smartening up a balky child. Obediently, I lifted my bottom to ease the final act of disrobing, feeling the panties disappear over the rise of my hips, pass along my thighs and finally slip over my ankles. My thighs parted limply and I watched, mesmerized, as Ann leaned in to taste her prize.

I was hit by a thunderbolt when Ann's mouth pressed onto my clitoris and her fingers began to run into my vagina. I am not a screamer, but my passion was uncontainable and I sang out a series of expletives mixed with Ann's name as she deftly worked her magic. My eyes shut, opened slightly and shut again, over and over. Now and then, Ann would lift her mouth and gaze into my fluttering eyes, as she stroked her fingers and curled her knuckles, creating a squishing sound from my wetness. My thighs spread wider, my bottom began to buck and I felt the flood of a hot white orgasm crash upon me. Everything around me was a blur, yet at the same time utterly and completely real.