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A
TOAST TO A NEW LIFE
Q.W.Minnesota.
LESBIAN SEX!
My
husband and I had been married for almost ten years. Ted was a very successful
architect and within the first year of our marriage he was making
an income in the six figure range.
We lived high on the hog for quite a number of years and as the wife of
a rich man I naturally found myself without a worry in the world. But
I guess that’s where all the trouble started. I was so wrapped up
in my shopping and tennis lessons I failed to see how unhappy. Ted was
and how much he was suffering.
It started with a couple of martinis before dinnertime. Then he’d
begin having several more afterward. Pretty
soon it got to the point where he’d cock
out on the couch before
nine o’clock. Ted never really confined in me, I guess because of
that the man of the house had to be strong and able to carry the weight
of his burdens on his own shoulders.
At any rate, before long I found our
sex life was deteriorating at a very rapid rate. The sex between Ted
and I had always been average and I admit I faked orgasm all of the time.
It wasn’t as though I didn’t like the sex
between us. It made me feel loved and secure and that was all I ever expected
to get out of it. Perhaps I wasn’t the most enthusiastic partner
Ted could have had. I never initiated sex and I was very passive, letting
him take his pleasure but never attempting to take my own.
Well, the more Ted’s drinking increased, the less sex we had. At
first I found it a kind of reprieve. Ted was more content to just fall
asleep in my arms and I didn’t have to indulge him any further.
But then I began to wonder. It seemed as though Ted had absolutely no
interest in me at all. The few times he did initiate sex, he couldn’t
get it up at all. You can imagine how that made me feel. Soon enough he
quit trying altogether.
That’s when the worst of it started. Ted stopped coming home for
dinner. He’d show up around ten or eleven totally smashed. I naturally
assumed he was seeing someone else. We had many scenes and on one occasion
Ted actually struck me across the face. I had a huge bruise for weeks
after that.
We stopped talking to each other more than was necessary. Ted was so surly
and rude when he did speak to me that I actually preferred it when he
wasn’t around. But still, I couldn’t get it out of my mind
that he was seeing another woman. I hired a private detective and had
him follow. Just to see what he was up to.
I’ll never forget his words. He had been tailing. Ted for over two
weeks and when he called to give his report all he said was Ted was an
alcoholics, not an adulterer. It seemed Ted spent most of his spare time,
which was increasing more and more of late, in the bars.
Eventually, however, Ted grew to control alcoholism. Or at least it didn’t
seem too apparent anymore. Oh, I know he kept a bottle here and there,
hidden in his glove compartment and under the skin, but I never said anything
to him about it. In the mornings I noticed his hands shook as he was drinking
his morning coffee, but as long as he took a few nips before leaving the
house he was fine.
And so life went on for several years. But I found myself growing more
and more restless. I longed to experience new and different things. I
finally enrolled myself in the local college, figuring I’d finished
up my degree and maybe get myself a job.
One of my course was an English literature course. I enjoyed it immensely
and often stayed after class to talk about certain theme or passage in
one of the books we were studying with the professor.
Julie and I hit it off right away. We were just about the same age. Most
of the other students were young and flighty, but I guess Julie sensed
I had an avid interest in her class and encouraged me.
We became friends and eventually began seeing each other outside of class.
We talked about everything under the sun and, since Julie was an ardent
feminist, I had much to learn from her.
One of the things I learnt not long after we met was that Julie never
seemed to go out with any guys. I mentioned this to her on one occasion
and she admitted to me she was an lesbian.
It shocked me at first, but by then the bond between us was so strong
I couldn’t hold it against her. Actually I found it very curious.
Julie couldn’t believe I hadn’t had orgasm with any man. She
also found it strange I didn’t seem to want to have orgasm with
anyone. I told her that I masturbated and that was enough for me. Still,
she found it hard to believe and I guess the first seeds of seduction
had already been firmly placed in her mind.
I didn’t know. Perhaps I encouraged her. The night had ended up
at the house, I had no intensions of letting her make love to me. I hadn’t
even thought about it. And yet, when she put her arms around me and kissed
me gently, I knew there was no turning back
I led her upstairs into the bedroom and let her slowly undress me. I had
never been made love to like this before. It was slow and relaxed, as
though we had all the time in the world. I always felt so rushed with
Ted, insecure about making him wait for me. But Julie was different.
Her fingers with so gentle and soft as the rippled over my breasts
and down my belly. I let my legs stretch as far apart as they could .
I wasn’t going to move one inch. Julie continued to arouse me, licking
and kissing along every available inch of skin.
When her mouth made contact with my pussy I almost screamed with delight.
Her lips and tongue were so warm and soft as they massaged over my clit.
I arched my back and let my thighs pull up to my chest . my pussy lips
spread wide apart and Julie was able to eat me at her leisure. I kept
my head propped up so that I could watch the goings on. Julie’s
tongue work furiously back and forth over my pussy and I could see the
pink skin underneath glistening with my juices.
It was right about then the door opened and slammed shut again. There
was Ted standing in the doorway an expression of shock written all over
his face. He was unkempt and had obviously been drinking and he was looking
at us with squinting eyes. The color had drained from his face and as
the two of us looked back at him, he suddenly shook his head and walked
back out again.
Ted didn’t come home that whole night. Julie stayed with me to comfort
me, but I didn’t need any comforting. I didn’t feel at all
guilty about what we had done. It was beautiful. In fact, as far as I
was concerned, we hadn’t finished what we started. This time it
was I who initiated the lovemaking. I pulled Julie on the bed and hugged
her tightly in my arms while I let my pussy rub against hers. Pretty soon
we were both so excited again that in no time we were both in the throes
of orgasm.
I’ll never forget that night. It was like one big awakening. I knew
I could never go back to my former life ever again.
When Ted came home the following morning, he announced he was going to
AA. He’s kept his word and he hasn’t had a drop of liquor
since that fateful night. Julie and I still see each other on occasion
but we’re more friends now than anything else. The biggest change,
however, has occurred in my relationship with Ted. We ware much happier
together now and our sex life has improved drastically. We try different
things and we live out our fantasies as much as possible.
Ted thinks I’m much more exciting now that I demand my share of
the pleasure. And to think that all these years it was the lack of communication
between us that was the real culprit. Ted and I have a lot of wasted time
to make up for. And believe me, we’re doing the best we can.
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