HOT LESBIAN AFFAIR WITH A MARRIED WOMAN

What follows is based on a true story of love between two women. Reema, a dear and sensuous friend of mine in her mid 25s, agreed to answer a series of questions I put to her regarding the details of her recent love affair with an attractive married woman. This is the essence of what she told me. The names have been altered and some of the details filled in so as to give extra satisfaction to the reader. Reema is an unassuming woman and it took some encouragement from me for her to realise how much erotic pleasure her experiences would yield. If you enjoyed this account do please write to let us know so I might encourage Reema to relate some more about herself and her lesbian desires.

Q. Reema, can you remember when you first realised you were turned on sexually by other women?
A. Sorry I cannot give a specific age – it sorta just sprung up on me – but I would say it was around 19. I remember looking at girls my age and older and saying to myself ‘They’re cute’ or ‘I wonder what they are like in bed’. Although I was interested in guys and had a lot of male crushes at that time, still my mind always wandered to women. At night I used to lie in bed running my hands over my growing breasts and stroking and fingering my pussy thinking about some sexy woman I’d seen and wondering if she’d be open to lesbian sex. As the years went by my love, attraction and admiration for women grew. I started to look at women more and actually think about what it would be like to have a girlfriend, romantically as well as physically. You know, a woman to love and share things with, like going for a meal, or to a nightclub, or just shopping or watching films together. Although guys always stayed in my mind, there is and always has been an empty part of me that will not be satisfied unless I have a female lover in my life.

Q. I know you consider yourself bisexual. But on balance do you tend more towards women or men – are you more lesbian or more hetro?
A. Truthfully, to answer your question, I have my days in which I tend to favour men and others when I tend to favour women. But my thoughts are more focused on women. I don’t think of myself as a lesbian, but I would really want to explore that side of me more considering I am a little more inexperienced with women than with men.

Q. Is there a special woman in your life at the moment?
A. Yes, there is – a married woman with a couple of kids. She and I have been lovers for a few months now.

Q. Would you tell me how you met?
A. I first met her at the grocery store. The lines were long and the store was packed – but for some reason she stood out more than others. I couldn’t help but stare at her, she was so beautiful. And I couldn’t stop myself blushing when her eyes finally locked with mine. She has gorgeous dark eyes and a smile that would make you melt! I love women with dark hair and exotic, sultry features. I was so nervous when we stood next to each other in line. Thankfully she was the one who talked to me first, telling me her name was Ruby (I was about to die!… because I was nervous and afraid). But after awhile we started to talk and I felt more at ease.

We went outside to chat more while we were waiting for our rides. She has such a great personality and is really down to earth. She also has a very calm demeanour that makes you feel all warm and safe inside. As I got to know her more what especially attracted me to her was her intelligence – she’s a very smart woman and knows how to handle herself, and well, yes, me as well. She is very independent and has a strong will. I really appreciate these character traits in a woman. Strong, confident, women turn me on big time.

I felt right then I was falling for this woman. My head was light and my pussy was tingling and oozing juice! I was secretly hoping that she would take me home with her and that we could make love while her husband was at work. Well, that didn’t happen – not then at least. But we did exchange numbers and that evening she rang me on the phone. My heart was pounding when I heard her sensual voice again. We spoke a long time and increasingly flirted with each other. She suggested that we meet up again for coffee, which we did on two or three occasions.

Q. Can you describe those meetings?
A. God, they were incredible. There was this amazing erotic tension. I wanted her to notice me, to want me. So I wore my tightest jeans and a very hugging black top that showed off my large breasts. Previously, in the supermarket, I’d been wearing only a loose sweet-shirt. I wanted this woman to see my curvy body and sexy cleavage. We sat in a secluded corner of the café, which was quiet – which helped. We were sitting close together and, well, my arousal rose like never before with every minute she was close to me. She fixed her attention on me completely, leaning across to look deeply into my eyes, only shifting her gaze from time to time to my breasts. I was finding it hard to concentrate, to keep calm. Her perfume scented the air and her soft voice made me go weak at the knees. I loved the feeling of being with such a confident, intelligent, strong and sexy woman. It’s what Id always fantasized about.

I think Ruby sensed my arousal, my deepening infatuation with her, because she kept smiling and fingering her hair and then, very discretely, she gently lowered her hand onto mine and ran her fingertips up my arm. I kept as still as I could, trying not to react. I didn’t want to show my nerves or frighten her off in any way. And then, still slowly and smoothly, she slipped her hand under the table and placed it on my thigh. She held it there, squeezing gently, before stroking back and forth. Her gaze locked onto mine and she smiled and said in her low soft voice.

‘I hope this isn’t making you feel uncomfortable, Reema. I don’t want to presume too much. I mean, some women wouldn’t want another woman to touch them, to softly squeeze their thigh. But then, your not one of those women are you Reema? I didn’t think you’d object to being touched by a woman. And I was right, wasn’t I? In fact, I think you rather want this don’t you my dear?’

She squeezed more tightly now, her hand moving closer to the crutch of my jeans where my pussy was oozing juice.

‘Yes, Ruby, yes, I do want you to touch me. I’ve been wanting this badly…’
I placed my own hand on hers and stroked her soft skin. She smiled.
‘Ummm, I can always tell when a woman is open to the possibilities of female love. Tell me, Reema, have you ever made love to a woman before?’
‘Yes, I have, in my college days. She was my class mate. She seduced me one evening.’
‘And how was it, my dear?’

‘It was incredible. She was a beautiful lover. She smelt and tasted so good – I loved every moment.’
‘Good. Good. And would you like to repeat the experience – this time with a married woman, a woman who thinks that you are wonderfully beautiful and deeply desirable…’

Her hand was pressing now on the crutch of my jeans. My pussy was yearning for her touch, for her tongue. ‘Oh yes, Ruby, I would, I would love that very much.’
But, I added, wouldn’t her husband mind me visiting? Oh no, she said – he’s very keen to meet you. And then she added:

‘Don’t worry, my sweet. My husband never interferes between me and my lady friends. You will have my undivided attention.’

Q. Tell me how you prepared to visit her home. Were you excited?
A. The first time I went to her home I was nervous yet excited. I tried to keep my excitement at a reasonable level but that did not work. In the couple of days leading up to the visit I couldn’t think of anything else! I was perpetually horny. It was like I was on heat. I lay in bed in the mornings just stroking my pussy and running my hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples, imaging I was with this woman. No one, male or female, had had that effect on me before. I lost count of the number of orgasms I gave myself. I couldn’t wait to be with her.

After lunch on the day we were to meet up I took a long bath and washed my long black hair. I shaved my pussy nice and smooth. I’m usually shaven anyway, but I wanted to be completely bald for my lover, so I could open my pussy lips fully to her gaze and touch. After moisturising and scenting my body I selected a simple tight-fitting babydoll T-shirt and short jeans that hugged my full rounded arse. I left for her house – my heart pounding loudly!

Q. What happened when you got to Ruby’s house?
A. When I first arrived she greeted me at the door then gave me a hug and we then walked to the kitchen. She was smiling and relaxed, wearing a black top and short black skirt that set off her tanned legs and auburn hair beautifully. She wanted to put me at my ease, exchanging pleasantries and fixing us drinks. After a little while she suggested we go through to the den to relax. As we got to the den I was floored and stopped in my tracks because there on the television was a film of two gorgeous lesbians going at it. Their love making seemed to fill the room, with their sighs and moans and words of pleasure.
We sat together side by side on the sofa. My eyes were locked on the screen. The women were so sexy and they were making love with such passionate intensity. As I watched I felt Ruby slip her left arm around my shoulder, gently pressing me to her. I felt so warm and secure in her arms and leaned into her.