Amber the Babysitter 13B

My 45th birthday was on Sunday morning. Middle age had set in, and as old as I felt, I also felt alive and free. I was maturing and discovering life again with my beautiful fiancée. I was absolutely enthralled with my life, my sexuality, and being in a lesbian relationship. I knew where I was and who I was with. This wasn't just a phase or a trial-and-error experience. There was no turning back. I had decided to move forward with Amber and be with her for the rest of my life. To lay next to a woman every night, to kiss her goodbye in the morning and to only have her pussy.

As I sipped my morning coffee at the counter, I decided it was time to reveal to the world, for those who didn't already know, who I was and where I was headed in life. I grabbed my cell phone, logged on to Facebook, and boldly created a post. I had not yet told some distant relatives, old friends from school, previous coworkers, or even some recent additions to my friends list that I was a lesbian. I downloaded a picture of the rainbow flag and nervously wrote.

"This may come as a shock to some of you, or those who may not know, but I just wanted to let you all know that at the ripe age of 45, I have decided to come out and let you all know I am a lesbian. I am absolutely in love with a woman. Her name is Amber. She is my love, my life, and I plan to marry her very soon. YES, you read that right! I am in love with a woman. I have been with her for two years, we are absolutely in love, and I plan to spend my life with her."

I placed the flag picture as the background and added some photos of Amber and me under my wording. I was racked with nerves and emotions, feeling uneasy. But this was my moment. It was time. As shaky as my hands were, I hit send. My heart was racing in my chest after the post was uploaded, and I saw it appear on my news feed. I had been comfortable with my decisions about Amber and sharing my feelings and love with those close to me, but I had never broadcast them to the world. But in those mere seconds, I just had, and there was no turning back.

Amber must have seen the post on her news feed as she woke up because she came down the hallway dressed in her little, loose, short-sleeved, silky-bottomed pajamas, holding her phone with the biggest smile on her face.

"Good morning," She spoke aloud as she came up and pressed her lips against mine.

"Happy birthday, my love," she spoke softly. "I saw your post. I need to make one too," she added.

As Amber sipped her coffee, she stood beside me in the kitchen. I watched her as she typed away on her phone, posting a similar message to let people who may not have known her situation know about me. I didn't see what she wrote, but after she hit send, my phone chimed that Amber had posted on FB. I read her words and was reduced to tears. She wrote;

Today is my fiancé's 45th birthday. I want you all to wish her a happy birthday. She is my love and my life. My Sun and my Moon. I plan to marry this incredibly smart, sexy, funny, compassionate, and caring woman. YES, I am in love with a woman, and I want to spend my life with her. I am a Lesbian and I am letting the world know.

I hugged her so hard, I think I forced the air out of her lungs. We stood quietly in the kitchen for many minutes, embraced in our love, our spirits, our passion, and our shared belief that we were meant to be together. And that we had just told the world that we were lesbians, we were in love, and we were out. There was no hiding anything anymore.

Amber softly whispered in my ear, "What does my baby want for her birthday today? What can I do to make it special?"

I didn't have an answer. Everything she had done for me over the past few years, all the experimentation, all the sex, standing beside one another, even against some unforeseen odds. Her love, her honesty, our acceptance, coupled with our immediate recent posts on social media, let alone last night's adventures, were far more than I had ever expected. I thought about it as I held her tightly, smelling her hair shampoo.

"Just tell me we'll be alright and be in love forever." Was my response.

Amber pulled from out hug and spoke, "I love you. I don't care if anyone doesn't like it. I want you, your life, your kids, and your heart. I am forever yours."

My heart melted more than it already had. I felt a bit strange, but I also felt safe and comfortable. I knew then, just as I do now, that even though I never expected to be in love with a woman, I was more than happy to spend my life with her. I didn't care if anyone thought it was wrong, sacrilegious, or disliked that I was making love to a woman. It's what I wanted. Each step I had taken brought me to this place, and if I was going to eat pussy the rest of my life, then so be it.

We stood, embracing each other for a long time. Deep inside me, as much as it sometimes scared me that I wasn't in a "normal relationship," it also encouraged me and filled me with pride that the person I chose was the one I needed to be with. I couldn't deny my situation anymore. Deny who I was. And if someone wanted to label me as being a "lesbian," then that was their concern. I couldn't reject who I had become. Who I chose to love, or what I wanted to be. Some may say I was always a lesbian and never knew it. Or had repressed desires that were only brought to light after I discovered sex with women. That may be true.

But for me to be deeply in love with Amber and want to be with her, to make love to her, was what I had chosen. Repressed feelings, deep hidden desires, bisexual or not, or something I just never knew, didn't matter. I just wanted to be with her and continue our relationship. But as the moments passed, the fear I had about responses on my social media, and the reality of the day set back in, I knew we had other things to handle today.

"Well," I suggested. "We do have everyone coming over today, and we need to get this house straightened up and get ready for my party. Maybe we can tag-team the cleaning projects, and perhaps, (I paused briefly, then suggested,) we can take a shower together. We'll have to see."

I pulled away from our hug, looked Amber deep in her eyes, and said, "Thank you."

Amber looked at me as if she were confused. I explained my "Thank you" by expressing my gratitude. By telling her that I loved her, I needed her, and I was so happy that we had decided to stick it out and get married. We were both nearly in tears, filled with emotion and strong in our bond that it would be us.

Amber agreed and whispered loving words to me as she continued to kiss me softly on the lips, telling me how much I meant to her. That she had never been so in love with anyone before, it was truly a magical moment.

But then she suggested something I would have never imagined. Amber spoke, "Perhaps we should clean the house naked, maybe have a little teasing fun along the way, and I will make your birthday shower an experience you'll never forget."

A big smile came across my face. I almost felt like she was luring me into something neither of us had done before. Another little notch on the bucket list of sexual experiences. I had never cleaned the house naked, but doing it together would be so exciting and fun. She stood there, smiling at me, slightly rocking back and forth as she held my hands, with a wild look of excitement and anticipation on her face.

"Stay here," she said. "I have an idea."

Amber walked down the hall back to our bedroom, and I could hear her fumbling through the closet and opening drawers. I was so deep in thought about what she was doing. Was she putting on the strap-on? Trying to put together a maid's outfit? Was she getting completely naked and putting her pajamas away?

I heard her voice yell down the hallway, "Close your eyes."

"Okay," I replied, closing my eyes, leaning up ass up against the kitchen sink.

I heard the sound of heels clinking down the hallway, which stopped just at the kitchen entrance.

"Okay," she said. "I am ready to help clean the house. Open your eyes."

When I opened my eyes, Amber was standing there naked. Except she had on black thigh-high nylons, her black stiletto heels, a black maid's hat on her head, and a dust rag in her hand. She looked beyond amazing. It was incredibly sexy, around, and wild.

"Wow," I whispered. You look amazing.

"Happy birthday, baby," she said. "This is your present. But before you get it, you need to put on your cleaning outfit, and let's get this house clean."

I set my coffee mug down, and as I walked past her, I looked deeply into her sexy, devilish eyes. I wanted to grab her and fuck her right here, but I also knew this little experiment was going to be more fun than just sex on the kitchen floor. Just as I passed her by, Amber reached out and slid her hand right up and in between my legs, passing over my pussy and whispering, "There better not be anything covering this when you come back out."

The moment I passed the threshold of our bedroom, I was pulling my T-shirt over my head and trying to kick my way out of my pajama bottoms. I started fumbling through my drawers, trying to find the perfect outfit. Everything I pulled out didn't seem to suit me, or made me look stupid. So, I decided to match Amber's outfit. I found my black thigh highs in my panty drawer and slipped them on. I found an old pair of black heels buried deep in my closet and located an old, wide-brim black velour lace and feathered hat I had worn to a funeral years ago, which was buried under some blankets.

I stood in front of my mirror and even though I was older, a bit overweight, had saggier tits, and the hat didn't quite match my outfit, I believed it was sexy enough for our impromptu adventure. As I adjusted myself more, I felt my pussy and asshole tingling in excitement of stepping out of the room, mostly naked for Amber to see. I took in one deep breath before I turned the corner. As I stepped into the hallway, I saw Amber leaning up against the wall that starts the hallway to the bedrooms, rubbing her clit in excitement.

Her jaw dropped open as she saw me come around the corner. "You look incredible, Miss Birthday Girl. Now get over here and let me give you a proper birthday kiss." She spoke out.

I slowly walked down the hall to her, where she lifted herself off the wall, pulled me face-to-face with her, and said, "I love you. Happy birthday." Then she kissed me as deeply as she had ever kissed me.

When we pulled from our kiss, she glided her hand across my tits, stopping to twist my nipples lightly, and then guided her hand back down over my pussy.

"I want this pussy soaking wet and throbbing while we are cleaning this house. I don't want it dry. She added. "Now get the vacuum out while I start dusting." She demanded.

I walked away from her, never losing eye contact until I reached the closet to retrieve the vacuum. Amber started dusting and reorganizing our picture frames on the end tables. Every time we walked past each other, one or both of us would rub each other's pussies. Cop a feel of our tits, or glide our fingers up the crack of each other's asses. I feel there were times we were purposely passing each other, to tease one another even more.

I would stop what I was doing occasionally and watch her bending over to move and items, or reorganize something and when I see her naked ass, I'd start licking my lips, or rubbing my clit. I was extremely excited to be walking around in heels and thigh highs, just as Amber did. It was like two naked maids cleaning the house, knowing that when it was done, we were going to be deeply licking each other until orgasm.

When she was on her hands and knees in the kids' room, cleaning up toys and clothes off the floor, I stood behind her in the doorway, lightly fingering myself in anticipation. She wanted my pussy wet! Well, she was going to get it. I was already dripping wet by the time I was cleaning the kitchen counter, just before I mopped the floor.

As we were finishing up the kitchen, we would stop for a quick lick or suck on a nipple, or glide our fingers across each other's pussy, or ass cracks teasing ourselves. When the floor was done and the house was clean, we both stood side by side at the edge of the tiled kitchen floor, lightly sweaty, taking a moment to catch our breath and settle in, while being overwhelmed by the fabulous job we had just accomplished cleaning the house.

Amber put her arm around my waist, rested her head against the outside of my shoulder, and spoke, "We did it. It's spotless." I nodded my head in agreement. As much as this started off being some impromptu sex moment, and as horny as I was, we were also severely drained by the amount of work we had done. I couldn't believe my thigh highs had stayed up the whole time, and as much as I think both of us were trying to look sexy and be erotic, we all know both she and I were dirty, sweaty, and grimy like you get after cleaning a house. But Amber made it fun. Even though we only had about an hour until guests started arriving for my birthday lunch and celebration, we surely couldn't be answering the door this way, or be all hot and bothered.

"Now. I promised you a shower," she said. "I guess I have to get something else squeaky clean before your party begins."

Amber reached out, grabbed my hand, and started leading me down the hallway to our bathroom. When we arrived in the bathroom, she turned on the shower. She kicked off her heels, slid her thigh highs down, and began kissing me deeply. As sexy as it was, I could still feel I was all sweaty and dirty. Amber pulled the hat off my head and tossed it back towards our bedroom floor. She sat down on the edge of the tub, and helped me out of my heels and hose, stopping on her way back up to glide her tongue over my clit. She stepped into the shower and used her hand to guide me in.

We both spent a long time under the hot water, rinsing our hair, shampooing, conditioning, and using the loofah to wash each other off thoroughly. Her soapy, slippery hands rubbed all over my back, which made me even wetter than I already was. Her touch and her feel was beyond satisfying and in the moments when her hands were washing my pussy and ass, I felt more liberated than I had in years. I returned the favor and made sure every inch of her body was covered in soap, ensuring it was all clean.

Amber turned me away from her, facing the wall where the shower head was, and guided my hips back. She leaned me over slightly and started kissing around the back of my neck. Her soft, slow kissing continued all over my shoulders, between my shoulder blades, and down my spine. She knelt behind me as she reached my ass cheeks where she spent an egregious amount of time kissing them, while sliding her hand over my pussy, until she spread my ass cheeks apart slipping her tongue onto my asshole.

Amber's face was pinned between my cheeks as she ate my ass out, while her hand continued sliding up and down over my pussy. Her tongue felt so warm and soft as she pleasured me from behind, making my ass desire to be penetrated. Moment after moment I got closer and closer to orgasm as she ate my ass. I think the wetness of my pussy outweighed the wetness of the water that was flowing from the shower head.

Amber slid her middle finger inside my pussy. Seconds later her index finger was deep in my ass. She knelt behind me, kissing my ass cheeks while her fingers rammed in and out of me, as deeply as she could thrust them. I raised on my tippy toes and was moaning out heavily in pleasure as she pumped hard and fast. I was seconds away from cumming and I wanted them harder and deeper.

"Two in each," I barked out. Demanding more pleasure.

Amber fingers slipped out of me, adjusted and then she rammed two fingers back into my ass, then two into my pussy and continued pumping as fast as her arm would slide back and forth. I came instantly once her fingers were inside of me, pumping me hard. She didn't stop, she knows I need more than one every time. Amber's words got me even hotter after the first orgasm.

"You like you pussy fingered? Don't you?" She asked.

"You like my fingers in your ass? You want them deeper?" She inquired.

"Does the birthday girl like her shower? You want to cum again?

Each little phrase, each line of her dirty talk, got me even hotter and wetter than before. The second orgasm came, then the third. When I finally finished shaking and thrusting from the third orgasm, I reached behind me. I had to stop her momentum. My innards couldn't take another second. As much as I loved being violated like this, I needed a moment. I turned around, raised amber from her knees, and kissed her deeply.

I shut the shower off, stepping out while I held Amber's hand, guiding her out. We dried each other off, and then I guided her to the bed. Our wet hair was still dripping all over our bodies as I knelt her down onto the bed and started eating her pussy from behind.

"But it's your birthday," she moaned out. "I want to make you happy."

"Oh, I am happy," I replied. "I want some pussy to. It's the perfect gift for me."

I ate Amber from behind, until she came. Just the taste of her freshly clean, wet, waxed pussy was better than any gift I could have gotten at that moment. We went back and forth for a while, softly kissing, touching, petting, and fingering each other. We soaked the pillows with wet hair and the sheets with wet pussy.

When we finally looked over and saw what time it was, we realized we only had a few minutes until the people would start arriving for my party. We hastily dressed and did our hair to the best of our ability, since it had partially dried while we were rolling around naked. We were just putting drinks into the cooler and starting to take out snacks when the doorbell rang.

I had such a wonderful birthday with friends and family. My gifts, albeit small and insignificant, didn't compare to the love and companionship of everyone who took time out of their day to be with me.

Throughout the day, I kept hearing my phone ding, but I never really checked on it, more than a glance to see the notification. I almost lurched when I heard it go off. I was so nervous it was all going to be bad news. Some shitty, nasty comments. That people would turn their backs on me. Question me, or even unfriend me. Later that night, after everyone had left and the kids had settled into their rooms to play games, Amber and I sat on the couch to relax. As much as I feared opening up Facebook to see, I began reviewing all the posts and comments on my page.

As nervous as I was about the responses, I read through everything sent to me throughout the day. Most people commented on my birthday. However, many had made some form of acknowledgment in response to my coming out post. Of the 279 friends on my friends list, over 100 had wished me a happy birthday, and 58 people had acknowledged my "I'm a lesbian" post. Some sent hearts, or thumbs up, or commented in some way. I even had 8 private messages from women who wrote lengthy responses.

Upon reading the comments, some wrote that they would have never known or even suspected, but offered me their best wishes. One girl I had known since high school, with whom I wasn't close, sent me a private message, writing that she had thought about it for years but had never taken the chance. That one actually surprised me. Maybe she was looking to me for inspiration or guidance.

It was very liberating to know that I wasn't the only one going through changes or wanting something different. I expected the worst, but most everyone who commented was behind me, or was on my side. A few of the girls I used to hang out with at the bars who had never mentioned anything before thanked me for my courage and even admitted to their own curiosity or interests in their private messages, which was very brave of them, especially if they had never mentioned it to anyone else before. It seemed the world was changing, and Amber and I were being accepted. Even my ex, who was not very intelligent, wrote "Congrats."

As night fell and Amber drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but feel blessed. As scared as I was to post to the world, at least my little part of it, that I was a lesbian and in love, it was just as warming and comforting when I read the responses. I believed I was where I was supposed to be and with whom I was supposed to be with.

As the weeks went forward and things progressed, we planned our wedding even further. As much as I deviated from the original storyline to add these two tales of lust, I felt it was necessary to let you all know that I did come out. I did tell the world, at least my small part of it, about us. That she and I did get excited and aroused looking at other women at the strip club, but kept our lust and sexual passion between us. That we cleaned the house practically naked, all while being completely excited, teasing each other until we could get each other off.

As much as I received dirty looks and minimal conversation from one of my aunts at my party, who must have seen my Facebook post before she arrived, I also knew it was her problem and not mine, because lying beside me as I fell asleep that night was the love of my life.

That night, I wished I had had the energy to seduce Amber again. To lick her to orgasm, to make her scream my name, as I got dripping wet hearing her moaning it. But alas, it was late, Amber was asleep and my ass hurt from being pumped orgasm by her fingers. It was a great birthday weekend.

But enough of rambling through this part of my story. Let's move forward and discuss a wedding.