Choosing the Wrong Path

No sexual involvement with a person under 18 is mentioned in the story.

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I started dating John when we were both seniors in high school. It looked like a match made in heaven: We were both good looking, among the top 10% students in class, and had similar interests that included photography, traveling, and foreign movies.

We were both virgins until we met, and our first time occurred on my 18th birthday. John was half a year older and tried to project confidence, suggesting he knew what to do, but it was a total failure: He got so excited with the prospect of having sex with me, that he came prematurely in his pants. I just laughed at it, but he was so embarrassed that he ran home.

In the weeks that followed, our intimate moments improved substantially, and intercourse became an integral part of every meeting.

We got married about a year later. We had 50 guests, and the event was fun. By then, we were in college, and our parents helped us settle down. Our son, Ross, was born when we were 21. It wasn't planned, because we were still students for another year, but if god (Or fate) determined it was time, we lovingly accepted the newborn.

The following year, John began working for an engineering firm, while I got a job in the hospital in a nearby town. The work hours, benefits, and the team were all very attractive to me and were worth the half hour drive each way. Over time, my husband and I became very busy, each of us trying to impress our bosses that we were vital parts of the company's team. It resulted in getting home tired, and a decrease in the amount of time we spent with each other. Our sex life showed a decline as well. In the beginning, I took it as our exhaustion at work, but gradually, John was investing less in foreplay and was quitting before I climaxed. It was frustrating. I attempted to gently comment that I needed him to spend more time until I was ready, but to no avail. After 3 years, I gave up and resigned to the fact that the thrill of good sex was behind me, and most of my energy I directed at my new assignment as a manager in the HR department. Ross was growing up nicely. As a toddler, we hired a nanny to stay with him when we were at work, and later, he spent a lot of time at school, seeing us at dinner. My assumption was that we were a busy, normal family.

...

One day, after another morning of unfulfilling sexual encounter with John, I decided to lift my spirit by buying new underwear. I took half a day off from work, and went to the new lingerie store that opened in the big mall downtown. I was the only client, and the young female seller smiled at me, "Hello, ma'am, what can I do for you?"

"I wish to buy a pair of comfortable bras and panties."

"Sure. Any brand name you prefer, or you wish to check what I have?"

"I want something comfortable, and the company is less important."

She gazed at my covered chest and asked, "It's 34-C, isn't it?"

I grinned, "You are right on the money, young girl."

Her smile was cute, "I am not THAT young, and I have 7 years of experience in selling women's underwear and lingerie." She went around and pulled 3 sets of bras. "Is any of these the type you would be interested in?"

I pointed to one of the bras, and said, "This one looks like the one I was thinking of."

"Good choice. Try it on and tell me what you think."

I went to the small booth at the corner and measured it. It looked good on my chest, but the straps were uncomfortable. I covered myself with my blouse and told the lady about the straps.

She asked, "Do you mind if I go inside and see it on you? It will give me an idea what to look for."

"Come on in." And together we entered the tiny room. I removed my blouse. She looked at the bra in the mirror and then inspected the straps with her fingers.

Her touch was feathery soft, but I felt as if an electric shock hit me. The fingers moved gingerly from my shoulders to my cups and checked how much pressure they applied to my skin. The touch felt very sensual, and unintentionally, I moaned. In the mirror, I saw her grinning at me. Her gentle fingers moved to do the same on the backside, while her dark eyes pierced mine.

Her erotic touch caused me to tremble. She whispered, "I agree with you. The straps are slightly too tight on this one. Let me get out and bring you another one that might fit you better."

She left and returned a couple of minutes later with a similar type of bra. She mumbled, "Lady, take off the one you didn't like, and I'll help you with this one."

It was unusual to change in her presence, but she was there to help, and I didn't wish to embarrass her, so I took off the tight pair and started messing around with the new one. It definitely felt better.

Next, she moved behind me, watched me in the mirror, and bent slightly, adjusting the straps better. Her warm fingers again caused me to quiver mildly. She placed her fingers under straps and moved them from the back all the way to the cups, saying, "I like this one. What do you think?"

Her touch was causing me an unfamiliar feeling, and I stuttered, "Yees. I like iit very much."

She murmured, "My name is Debbie. What is yours?"

"Ellen..."

"Ellen, let me go bring you another bra you may like."

Debbie was back with 2 pairs. She unclasped the one I liked and helped me remove it, and then placed the new, black one on my breasts, not waiting for me to do it. My eyes were glued to the mirror, watching her fingers fitting it onto my boobs. Her fingers gently squeezed the cups on my boobs and caused me to groan again.

Debbie's hands cupped the bra as she leaned further and whispered in my ear, "Ellen, your tits are gorgeous and the bra looks great on you. Isn't it?"

My mind was in shambles. This young girl's touch and voice made me shudder. I felt her body pressed against my back as her palms tenderly massaged my covered breasts. She muttered, "I think you like me, don't you?"

I whispered, "Yes... I do."

She continued her soft touches and bent to kiss the side of my neck. I closed my eyes and gave in to your gentle seduction. Debbie unclasped my bra and tweaked lightly my sensitive nipples. I mumbled, "Oh, god..."

Next, Debbie moved before me, knelt down, licked my left nipple, and then milked it. I've never felt that good before. John sucked on my nipples numerous times in the past, but the tender touch of her lips was way more pleasant. I held her head with both my hands and hoped she'd continue doing it. Eventually, she disengaged from my breast, kissed my lips lightly, stood up, and said, "Ellen honey, on Saturday, officially, I open at 10 am. Be here at 9 am, and I'll see what I can do to fit panties to the 2 bras you're getting for free."

I muttered, "I don't think I can do it. I am married and have a son."

Debbie smiled, "That's OK. I am married too. It's not like you are about to cheat on your husband with another man."

I left the store lightheaded. I was heterosexual and never fantasized about another woman. What was happening to me? Why was I helpless to tell her to get her hands off me? I went to work distracted, and was fortunate I didn't have to make an important decision about anything.

Later, at home, I was quieter than usual, but nobody noticed. The same night, in bed, John was already snoring mildly while my eyes were open and my mind was still trying to grasp what had happened to me.

On Friday evening, Ross told me that the following morning, he had to be driven to his soccer training ground. I felt relieved; driving him meant I would be busy, and seeing Debbie again would not be possible. However, on Saturday morning, John got a call that he was needed to fix something at work, and he told me he would drive Ross.

...

As they left the house, I took a quick shower and headed to the mall with my heart rate at 200 beats per minute. I arrived at 9:05. Debbie saw me coming. She opened the door and placed the plaque on 'closed'. She pulled me to the backroom, hugged me, and said, "I missed you. Last night I dreamed about us. It was out of this world, and I ended up masturbating thinking of you."

I admitted I was thinking about her too, but was very nervous. She whispered, "That's normal, honey. First time of anything is scary. I promise to be nice to you."

Subsequently, she French kissed me. She parted my lips, let her tongue into my mouth, and pulled my tongue into hers. She sucked it mildly, making me lose it again. Then I felt her fingers fumble with my back zipper, as she let my dress fall to the floor. I was now in my underwear, shivering. The room was warm, but my anxiety took over me. She slowly removed my bra, and shortly after, my panties. Debbie's eyes explored my body up and down, and she said, "Ellen, I love your perfect figure. Your breasts are to die for." Next, she also undressed. She was taller and skinnier than me, with smaller, B cup tits. They were not as full as mine, but were perky with protruding nipples that begged for attention. Debbie saw me ogling her breasts and blurted, "Touch them. They are yours to play with." I cupped them, feeling weird to touch another woman's breasts sexually. Both mammaries were smooth and warm, and the nipples stiffened immediately. I kissed them one after the other. As I was doing it, I felt her hand moving toward my cunt. I was aroused from the moment I entered the store, and my vulva was already drenched.

Debbie chuckled, "Ellen dear, I see you are ready. Let's make it more comfortable." Next, she moved toward the side wall and pulled down a Murphy bed. She guided me to lie on my back and spread my legs apart. Initially, I was very tense, but her gentle manipulations relaxed me and increased my arousal tenfold. Debbie began by kissing my lips and gradually moving south to my neck and then my nipples. She didn't stop there; her tongue probed my concave navel and continued to my accepting vagina. Her fingers brushed over my trimmed bush as her tongue lapped my secretions. Her delicate, barely there touches were making me crazy, and I needed to cum. I pleaded with her, "Debbie, please, let me orgasm..."

She raised her head, and I saw her face, which was stained with my juices. She smiled, "I love your delicious taste, but I promise you a powerful climax soon."

Her tongue and lips on my genitals made my blood boil, and just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I felt 2 fingers invade my pussy, rubbing my G spot and her tiny tongue danced over my clitty. I came violently, screaming like a butchered pig. I didn't care how it sounded; I was in heaven! Debbie continued her delightful ministrations for a long time. When her actions started slowing down, I was tired as if I had just lifted a 500 pounds weight. My respiration and pulse rate were sky high, but I felt terrific. After 10 minutes, I felt somewhat better. Debbie was lying beside me with her hand tenderly trailing my body parts.

I mumbled, "Debbie, you were awesome, but YOU did not orgasm."

She giggled, "I know. I wanted this morning to be about you, so you could find out how much you'd enjoy being with me. We must dress up now because the door opens in 10 minutes, but if you care to see me again, text me the best time for you, and we'll meet at the entrance to the Hilton on the north part of town."

I glanced at her cute smiley face. I kissed her lips and whispered, "I will."

On my way home, I knew I was doing the unthinkable. A loyal wife and mother, falling for a young woman... WTF?... I was confused about the whole thing, but I knew I craved to be with Debbie again.

...

In the next few years, I lived a double life. At home, they knew me as the dedicated wife and mother who worked a full time job at the hospital and still found enough time to manage the house and drive Ross to after school activities. However, unbeknownst to John and Ross, every Wednesday morning, I was not at work. That morning, as well as at least once during the weekend, Debbie and I met at the Hilton for 2 hours of sexual bliss. Despite being married and her young age, I was Debbie's 3rd female lover. Her vast experience in lesbian intimate fun taught me many things I didn't know and never thought doable. Before meeting her, I knew about oral give and take, as well as pussy fingering and titi play. Over time I discovered the joy of anal fingering, rimming, and use of various toys. I got settled, and slowly, my guilt trip of betraying my husband had disappeared.

It all came crashing down one afternoon, when I left my phone on the kitchen table and went to take a shower. I still have no idea what made Debbie do it, but she sent me a text, 'Ellen honey, I miss sucking on your beautiful nipples, feeling your fingers in my pussy, and your tongue piercing my anus. Just thinking about you makes me very horny. I love you. LOVE YOU! See you Wednesday morning for another morning of sex, SEX, S E X!!! Always yours, Debbie.'

As I came out of the shower, I saw my husband's pale face. He was holding my phone in his hand and gave it to me without saying a word. I read the text and froze. There was nothing I could say or do but wait for the verdict.

John looked at me for a moment, and when I kept silent, he blurted, "How long has this affair been going on?"

I whispered, "Quite long..."

"You cheated on me and our son. Damn you. I am asking for a divorce. I'll be generous and won't argue against giving you half of what we own, but Ross is coming with me. He is now 12 years old and at a vulnerable age. I think it is going to be better if we tell him that we stopped getting along, rather than telling him his mother chose to hide her lesbian life. In fact, in the future, I suggest you see him as rarely as possible until he stops being a minor."

John's words hurt like piercing the heart with a sharp dagger and slowly turning it inside the wound. I was devastated, but there was nothing I could do about it. Our official divorce took place 8 months later.

Ross took it hard. When John told him I agreed he would join him and not me, he cried and said, "Mom, why should I suffer if the two of you do not get along? You gave up on me, I hate you!"

His words hurt so much, but I couldn't tell him the truth. In the year that followed, I attempted to talk to him on the phone, e-mail him, and send him letters apologizing for what he was going through, but he denied me. Birthday and Christmas presents I sent him were returned to me unopened. After 3 years, I gave up. I screwed royally and my family deserted me.

I suffered another blow when John found out who Debbie was. He contacted her husband and notified him about our affair. Debbie's husband told her that he was willing to forgive her if she left me. In other words, it was him or me. To my chagrin, she chose to stay at home, and I was left with nobody loving me. This was the lowest point in my life.

...

It took me time to realize that I had to start over. I didn't want to be recognized and changed my first name from Ellen to Elle, and my husband's last name, Gordon, to my maiden name, Maddow. Next, I quit my job at the HR department in the hospital and soon got a similar job in the HR department of the Target store in the city. Lastly, I sold the house and moved closer to my workplace. I was now in my late 30s and ready for a new chapter in my life.

At Target, I befriended a few employees, and we met each weekend to play cards, chat, and gossip. On New Year's Eve, I, with the help of 2 others, organized a party for 30 employees. My friend volunteered her large house for the event. Each of us contributed money and brought something to eat or drink. The atmosphere and music were excellent. I recall being very happy, cheering, smiling, and dancing the whole time. It ended at 3 am. The good thing was that it happened to be on a Saturday, so I could sleep late. I woke up with a headache, but it was worth it; at the party, I met new recruits, and some seemed to be friendly and nice.

About 2 weeks later, each time I passed by the women's intimate area, I noticed a young employee I did not recognize, staring at me from the time I entered until I left the area. On the fifth time I saw her eyes on me, I approached her with a smile and said, "Hi, my name is Elle Maddow. Are you new around here?"

"My name is Tania. I started working here 7 months ago."

"For several days now, I've seen your eyes checking on me all the time when I was around here. Do I look suspicious to you?"

She smiled, "Not at all. I just thought you were beautiful: Your face, your figure, the clothes you wore, and the way you walked..."

I grinned, "Thank you. That's good to hear. But if you have worked in this area for almost a year now, how come your stare became obvious only lately?"

Tania blushed, "I was at the New Year's Eve party, and it was the first time I realized how impressive you looked. I am shy. I sat in the corner, and I doubt you noticed me."

I glanced at Tania. She was about 5'6", 130 pounds, with shoulder length brown hair, an exotic face, and a busty figure. Although her hair and figure were totally different, something in her face reminded me of Debbie. Was it her eyes? Her smile? I wasn't certain.

I extended my hand to her, "Tania, nice to meet you. I am sure we'll meet again."

I returned to my office, and my thoughts wandered to my prior relations with Debbie. Until we were discovered, our meetings always energized me. I had tears in my eyes remembering the old days.

The following day, I passed by Tania again. She smiled at me warmly. I said, "In 15 minutes, I plan to go to lunch in the nearby Panera. Care to join me?"

"I'd love to. Let me talk to my supervisor to ensure somebody will cover until I'm back."

...

At Panera, we sat at a corner table. Tania ordered a bagel with coffee, and I took half an apple salad. She looked at me eating the salad and said, "You eat healthy stuff, that's the reason why your body is so perfect."

I chuckled, "Trust me, it's not that perfect. It's easy to be deceived with the right clothes on. Anyway, I do not see anything wrong with YOUR body."

Her face became flushed, "I wish my bosom was smaller. If I stand for too long, my back starts aching."

I joked, "I understand your point, but I am sure many women would be happy to exchange their smaller chest with yours."

She grinned, "I know. Everybody knows their drawbacks and misses the advantages of something they do not have. Elle, tell me a little about your life. It's probably more interesting than mine."

"Actually, my daily life is not very exciting. I come to work in the morning and leave in the afternoon. Then I do some errands, return home, and freshen my body for half an hour in my private jacuzzi. After dinner, I usually watch TV and go to sleep. In addition, I do yoga once a week and exercise in the local health club twice a week."

Tania gazed at me with her big eyes and mumbled, "Private jacuzzi? I am jealous. I wish I had one. As a child, I once stayed at a hotel with a jacuzzi. I remained in the water until my parents forced me out..."

"If you are interested, you can visit my house and see how it feels."

"Elle, that's nice of you to offer, but I hate to impose."

"It's OK. For me, it will be an evening when I can talk to somebody rather than reading or watching TV."

"Are you being polite or you mean it?"

I placed my hand on her palm and chuckled, "Tania, if I didn't want you at my house, I wouldn't be shy not to offer it."

She placed her other hand on mine and murmured, "Thank you. That will be awesome. When will it be the best time?"

"As long as you tell me a couple of days in advance, other than Tuesday, almost every evening is good."

"May I come Thursday evening? It's time I usually meet some friends and chat, so I can come to you instead."

I gave Tania my phone number and address, and we went back to the Target store.

...

On Thursday, after finishing work, my heart was fluttering. I had the same feeling as when Debbie seduced me. Whether it was clear to Tania or not, I knew it wouldn't be a simple visit from an acquaintance. Tania was very young, and my suspicion was that she was very naïve, so I had to play my cards right.

When she rang the doorbell, I had on a long robe with my favorite bikini underneath. She was grinning and looked very young. Her shoulder length hair was all over her face due to the outside wind. I let her into my living room. Tania looked at some of the pictures and mumbled, "You have good taste."

"Thank you. Would you like tea or coffee?"

"Green tea, if you have."

I let the water in the kettle boil while I arranged various cookies on a small tray. Ten minutes later, I returned to the living room and saw her looking through the large glass door at the covered jacuzzi. She said, "I love it already."

"Tania, would you rather take it to the jacuzzi and have it there?"

"Is it OK?"

"Sure. Take your mug, and I'll bring the rest."

We put our teas, the cookies, and napkins on the small table by the jacuzzi, and I removed my robe. She wide eyed ogled my body, and muttered, "Elle, you have a terrific figure."

I smiled, "Instead of eyeing me, take off your clothes and show me your swimsuit."

She removed her blouse and short skirt and remained in a one piece white swimsuit. Tania's body was much curvier than mine. I guessed her bra was 36D+. Her boobs stayed high on her chest and her cleavage was... tempting. I resisted my urge to touch her bust, removed the cover off the jacuzzi, operated the bubbly water, took my tea, and slowly entered the hot water. Tania followed me without her tea, but the water was too hot for her, and she jumped up and down, attempting to get used to it that way. My eyes were mesmerized by her bouncing huge tits. That much motion inside the swimsuit verified they were real...

After half a minute, Tania's jumps stopped. She floated on her back, shut her eyes and mumbled, "This is heaven."

"I agree with you. That is why I wanted to have it. It is refreshing, relaxing, and especially soothing after strenuous exercise."

Tania continued lying on the water's surface with her giant udders front and center before my eyes. I focused on them, noticing the shape of her nipples underneath.

I thought her eyes were completely closed, but then I heard her say, "Elle, it's funny. I envy your ideal size breasts while you seem to stare at mine nonstop. Can we change?"

We both giggled, but I said, "You are much younger, and with your impressive rack, I bet men stare at you constantly."

She laughed, "I realized it long ago, so at work, I wear loose clothes to attract less attention."

"Why don't you like your big breasts? I mean, you are not yet at the age when they sag."

"I already started having back aches. Every evening, I use my percussion massager before going to sleep, and it partially relieves the pain."

"Have you tried back massages?"

"No. I read they could help, but the prices are over my budget..."

"Look, I have an idea; after we get out of the jacuzzi, I'll rub your back, so you'll go home feeling better."

Tania's face was ruby red, "Elle, you were nice to invite me to your house, give me tea and cookies, and let me use your jacuzzi. But having you massage me is way too much to ask..."

I grinned, "Not at all. I haven't had time to go to the health club this afternoon, and doing it will be good for my muscles."

"Elle, you say it, but I am afraid that after I am gone, you'll feel differently and you won't like me anymore."

"The opposite is true. From experience, body touching increases the bond between 2 people."

She stayed mum and remained afloat with her eyes shut. Then, I splashed water on her face. She opened her eyes, smiled at me, and splashed me back. I did it again, slightly more powerfully. She turned her back to me and chuckled, "You are naughty."

I came behind her and continued swashing her body using both my hands.

She mumbled, "You are not fair."

I whispered in her ear, "Why do you say that?"

"Because I like you and you are teasing me..."

"You can do the same."

Tania turned to face me with a strange look in her eyes. She glanced at my lips.

"What now?" I asked her.

"I love your full lips," she murmured.

I pouted my lips and asked temptingly, "Anything you feel like doing about it?"

She blushed, lowered her face, staring at the water, and whispered, "I wish... but I am scared..."

I lifted her chin tenderly. Her eyes were shut again. I kissed her luscious lips gently and asked, "Is this what you meant?"

"Yeeess..."

I kissed her lips once more for a longer time. She moaned, and her soft lips parted slightly. I licked her upper lip and then inserted my tongue into her sweet mouth. Tania trembled in my arms. I French kissed her gently, exploring her oral cavity and then sucked on her tiny tongue. She groaned into my mouth, and wrapped her hands around me.

I gingerly caressed Tania's back. She pressed her body into me, and her enormous tits crushed into my chest. I felt a tingle down there, and my juices began flowing. I kept her body close with my left hand, while my right started trailing the sides of her body. I felt her breathing and pulse accelerate. When my palm met her covered breast, she gasped. I tweaked it mildly, and she moaned again. I pinched lightly her stiff nipple, and she whimpered. I was becoming very aroused, but the jacuzzi was not the place to satisfy my hunger.

I whispered, "Tania, let's get out of here. I have a good place for a back rub, and later, you can shower."

She seemed ready for anything and mumbled, "Whatever you say."

I led her to the room where I had a long desk. I covered it with a soft blanket and placed 2 large towels on top. I asked Tania to lower her top and lie face down on the improvised massage table. She lowered the straps sideways, pulled the upper part of her swimsuit down to her waist, and climbed onto the table. The short time she was topless until she was lying on her abdomen were enough to tell me I was right; her humongous tits were amazing: Large, round, no sag whatsoever, with dark nipples pointing straight forward. I was tempted beyond belief...

I smeared avocado oil on my palms and started rubbing her shoulders. They were stiff and tense. I used gentle massage to relax her muscles and then moved somewhat down to search for knots. I found 2 and patiently worked on them until they disappeared. Then I continued south around the spine all the way to the small of her back. Tania purred. When I was done in the center area, I started moving from the spine sideways. I blurted, "Move your hands forward, in front of your head." She did it. I continued doing her back, gradually moving from the middle of her back to her sides, reaching her firm sideboobs. I repeated it a few times, noticing her respiration turned shallow, and she raised her upper body slightly.

I whispered in her ear, "Honey, your skin feels so smooth and warm. I love touching it."

She didn't answer, but slowly her upper body moved up and rested on her elbows. It felt like an invitation for my hands to move more forward. Was it intentional? I wasn't sure, but I was too horny to think it over. My palms inched gradually more to the front of her fantastic tits. In response, her body moved up further, freeing her boobs. Her moans became loud.

I murmured in her ear, "Is this what you wish me to do?" as my palms cupped her large mammaries and lightly kneaded them. She whimpered, "Yess, pleease..."

Next, I turned Tania over, and her massive orbs were before me. I could not resist anymore and nuzzled my face on her soft flesh. I sniffed and then licked the closest nipple. It tasted like jacuzzi's water. I gingerly munched on it. Her hands pulled my head deeper into her bosom. I loved feeling my face buried between her twin mounds! I lapped and then milked one nipple after the other, as she was shivering and watching my every move.

Tania and I were aroused. No doubt whatsoever. The question was what to do about it.

I stopped, raised my face, and said, "Tania, we are both horny now. Would you like to go back home and think about it, or you wish me to continue, which inevitably will lead to sex?"

She mumbled, "Elle, I love your magic hands on my body and... want you, please!..."

I led her to my bedroom, thoroughly removed the oily stuff from her back, and laid her supine. I climbed into bed beside her and kissed her forehead, her nose, and then her full lips. I continued down to the side of her neck, feeling her shake. I massaged her titties, hearing her heavy breathing. It was time for HER to get into the action; I grasped both her hands, placed them on my boobs, and helped her tweak them. Seconds later, Tania got the message and played with my girls without my guidance.

Next, I turned into 69 position, and gently advanced toward her cunt. Her abundant juices were leaking onto the sheet. What a waste! I dove on her vulva and started lapping her sweet and tangy nectar. It was tasty, but Tania seemed overwhelmed by my action and didn't do much. I gingerly pushed her face into my soaked vagina. She sniffed and then licked it mildly before sticking her whole face into my cunt and savoring my secretions. We continued for a while, until it was time to send her to paradise. I inserted 2 fingers into her tight hungry pussy and roughed the front wall, where her G spot was located. Tania's torso jolted violently, and she quivered, while screaming, "Oh Elle, that is too much! I can't...". I ignored her noise and attacked her swollen clitoris with my thumb. Her shouts increased twofold, and her quivering turned into frank convulsions. My ministrations continued unabated for 10 minutes, until my own climax was pending. I shoved her face deeper into my coochie and collapsed while undergoing a powerful orgasm. We rested in the same position for 15 minutes before I moved to the bathroom.

When I exited, Tania smiled at me, "Elle, I knew you'd be exceptional in bed, but this was better than I expected. I've never done it with a woman before. My experience may be limited, but I haven't met a man who made me feel such a strong peak..."

I kissed her tenderly, feeling my own juices on her lips. I blurted, "Honey, go freshen up and then we'll have a talk."

She returned flushed and with a broad smile on her face, "I feel so good."

"Tania, I liked what we did too. The question is what's next."

"I would love to see you again. I think I really fall for you."

"How often do you wish to meet?"

"I can do it one afternoon during the week, and another time during the weekend. If I try to leave the house more often, my husband will suspect."

"Tania, you never told me you were married!"

"I didn't think it would change anything. It's not like you hoped to marry me..."

"That's not the point. It's not even that you betray your husband, but you are doing it with a WOMAN!"

Tania chortled, "Elle, if I cheated on him with a man, I think he would have been really upset, but several weeks ago, when he was drunk, he divulged his fantasy was to have sex with me and another woman. So even if he finds out, I can always say that I was prepping you for a threesome."

I smiled, "You little conniving girl! Interesting situation we have here."

...

Following that evening, Tania and I met regularly every Wednesday as well as on Sunday morning, when her husband was watching a ball game, and she was supposedly meeting her friends for girls' gossip.

After 8 months of successfully hiding our encounters from our colleagues at work and her husband, we felt so good together, that we were at my house, mostly naked, and talked freely about our aspirations. Sex became part and parcel of each meeting. I couldn't get enough of her gigantic tits with her always hard nipples, while she became addicted to the intense orgasms she experienced with me.

Then one day, Tania said, "Elle honey, you know I love you like nobody else. I want to ask you for a personal favor."

"Anything. What is it?"

"My husband's birthday is next weekend. I'd like to fulfil his fantasy..."

"Are you talking about a three way with another woman? With me as the other woman?!"

"Yes..."

"I can't do that. What happens if later we meet each other at Target or on the street? I'll be embarrassed, and I don't know what HIS expectations are going to be."

"What if I don't tell him who you are, darken the bedroom, and blindfold him?"

"Tania darling. I am very fond of you, but it's very risky. You should ask for something else."

She knelt before me, "Elle, P L E A S E... I beg you. Last night, when I asked him what would make him the happiest man alive, he repeated his wish. And this time he wasn't drunk. I feel guilty that I have you each time I wish, while he doesn't get to feel this pleasure. I thought that letting him experience both our bodies would give him a one time taste of heaven. I promise, he will never know anything about you, or us. I'll tell him it's one of my usual friends who heard he was attractive and volunteered to accomplish his dream, provided it was a one time deal, and she stayed anonymous."

I hesitated, "Tania, you are asking for a lot."

She kissed me, "I know, and I apologize, but I think I owe it to him. I am sorry to put you in that situation."

I stared at her, "If I do it, I don't wish to know how he looks or anything about him. Like that, I'll know I did a favor to you a stranger, and never have to be concerned about a potential complication."

She lifted her right hand, "Scout's honor!"

"... OK, but if I notice that the room is not dimmed, or if he can see me, I leave immediately and the 2 of us are over too..."

"I swear..."

"When do you want me to be at your house?"

"Is Saturday 7 pm a reasonable time? I'll make sure he eats an early dinner, and has alcohol on board, so he is more receptive to anything we do with him."

Tania gave me the address and said that when I arrive, she'd wait by the door with her husband already in the bedroom, blindfolded. I mumbled I hoped for the best, and drove away.

...

Saturday afternoon, I got cold feet. What if... All kinds of terrifying scenarios went through my brain. I chugged a glass of Chardonnay and half an hour later felt better. The more I thought about the evening, the more I realized I haven't been fucked by a real cock for years. With Tania we frequently use tools: Vibrators, dildoes, anal devices, and strap-on, but the idea that my pussy will get to feel a live meaty cock was suddenly tempting...

I showered, brushed my teeth, shaved my armpits and legs, and sprayed a touch of eau de cologne. I put on my favorite short red dress sans underwear, and added matching color high heeled shoes. Her husband will not see me, so necklace, lipstick, or makeup were not needed.

I left the house at 6:40 pm. The traffic was busier than usual, and I arrived 5 minutes late.

Tania waited for me at the front door. She had a sigh of relief, saying she thought I chickened out. I explained the traffic jam, and we went to the second floor. She entered the bedroom first to ensure everything was as planned and then returned to pull me inside.

The lights were off and the curtains closed. The room was relatively dark, but not completely. I saw the naked body of a young man with a large black blindfold covering his eyes. He must have heard the front door open and 2 women whisper cause his penis was already at half mast. I couldn't see the facial details, but the protrusion of his tool was the center of my attention anyway.

Subsequently, I heard Tania whisper, "Darling, as promised. My friend is here to help make your birthday memorable. Be nice to her." Next, she kissed him and placed his large palms on her generous breasts. He groaned approvingly and his pecker rose another notch. I removed my dress and shoes, sat on the bed's edge, and gingerly took his shaft in my hand. It was velvety outside, and I could feel his rapid pulse through his artery. I squeezed it lightly, and a small drop came out of his tip. I licked it slowly, letting the spongy head get a first impression of my tongue. He moaned as his rod jerked.

I enveloped his large helmet with my lips and began going down on him, ready to let this growing above-average prick invade my mouth. The guy squirmed under my body. I took one of his hands from his wife's boob and put it on mine. His fingers immediately started kneading it, and his engorged pole became harder still. I got horny noticing everything was going as planned, and his manipulation of my tit. I sucked his member with increased vigor.

Several minutes have passed, and his breathing became rapid, suggesting he was getting close. I removed him from my mouth, climbed his midsection, straddled him, and slowly sat on his ceiling aimed cock. It filled my hungry pussy and felt fantastic. I began riding him as his wife knelt by his head, turned his face in her direction, and pulled it into her cunt. I heard him lapping loudly her juices as his organ went in and out off my dripping pussy. My pending climax pushed me to ride him faster, and seconds later, I came with a bang. A great orgasm with a good size phallus was exactly what I needed, and I took advantage of the moment to the fullest. Just when my orgasm began subsiding, his torso stiffened, and shortly after, his beast ejaculated hot lava deep in my pussy. Tania began shuddering almost at the same time. I helped her by French kissing her lips and nudging her clitty.

We relaxed for 10 minutes, and then I went to the bathroom. I returned 5 minutes later. He was whispering to Tania with his blindfold still on. The little light coming from the bathroom window allowed me a better appreciation of his athletic body, and then I saw it. It was an obvious scar in the shape of a fork on his neck. I started trembling. I whispered in Tania's ear that I had to leave. She glanced at me quizzically, but I ignored it. I dressed up rapidly and left the house in a hurry.

While driving, my head was spinning wildly. I stopped by the side of the road, waiting to feel better, but I didn't. I remembered that scar as if it was the day it happened: My son, Ross, was 4 at the time. I saw him climbing a fence with some barbed wire in it. I didn't have time to warn him, and to my horror, I watched him slip and a lot of blood come from his neck, smearing his clothes and body. I rushed him to the hospital. They stitched his deep wound, gave him an anti tetanus shot, and he was allowed to return home. His fork-like scar became his pride before his buddies...

What have I done?! I had sex with my own flesh and blood... I'll never forgive myself. What am I going to do now? All these thoughts haunted me the whole night, and I couldn't sleep. The following day, I phoned Target to say I was sick and wouldn't come to work for 2 days. Later that day, Tania called to ask about my health. I pretended to suffer from an upper respiratory infection. Tania said, "I hope Ross didn't give it to you. He sounded happy about yesterday, but his voice was raspy."

I faked a chuckle, "I don't think so. In any case, remember your promise NEVER to divulge anything about my true identity."

Tania laughed, "Of course. By the way, I saw you orgasmed powerfully sitting on his dick. So I assume you didn't suffer during the act."

"You are right, but if your next question is whether I'll agree to repeat the adventure, the answer is undoubtedly NO!"

"I thought so. As a matter of fact, Ross inquired me for almost an hour how I found a terrific lady that agreed to fuck him. I attempted to switch the discussion in another direction, but he insisted, saying that even a very good girlfriend was unlikely to agree to a threesome, unless the two women had an intimate relationship beforehand. In the end, I confessed to having 2 intimate encounters with you before that evening. He smiled and said, 'I knew it. Tania, from now on, either we continue having three ways on a regular basis, or you break your ties with that lady.' So now that you reject the idea of ever doing it again, we'll have to stop seeing each other. It hurt me like a knife is stuck in my heart, but I love Ross. He is my husband, and... despite loving you too..., we'll separate..." Her voice turned into a crying mumble.

I muttered, "Honey, I understand. I am sorry, because I also fell for you, but if this is what fate decided for us, we cannot fight it."

I hung up the phone softly and had a sigh of relief. I DID like Tania very much, and we had endless enjoyable intimate encounters, but the danger of my son finding out about our sex was too high. Tania's confession and her husband's reaction solved the dilemma in the best way possible.

I was again with nobody to love, but I felt stronger. Was it because a young girl found me attractive? Despite my advancing age, a young guy got excited by my body? Or being energized after a royally fuck?...