How My Sexuality Changes as I Age Ch. 10

A quick word from the author.

Perhaps the most significant change for some women as they stagger through their fifties is the need for sexual adventure. That may take one or some of many forms including promiscuity mild and extreme, being attracted to BDSM, such areas as swinging and dogging, group sex and, of course, same gender sex, either in a bisexual or lesbian way, which was an area of sexuality that I found and enjoyed.

Love

Jayne

aka westjayne495

The photos from the boudoir session with Luke didn't help the marriage at all as I never showed them to my husband, Kevin. I was going to when I received the electronic version and the hard copies and I was tempted, but knowing how the session had ended with me lying on the floor of Luke's studio naked, apart from black holdups and four-inch heels with him kneeling beside me, his cock in his hand with the spunk it had ejaculated all over my tits, put me off the idea of Kevin seeing them. I could, of course, have just shown him a censored selection by taking out the more extreme shots, but I didn't think that would stand up to any interrogation that I knew he would be bound to conduct, so my afternoon with Luke became yet another of my little secrets.

Whether it was a modern thing, or something that others had always done I can't be sure, but in the modern time of dating that I was now a part of, ex-lovers kept in touch far more than they had back when I had last dated. The cynical side of me put that down to them doing that on the off chance of a quick fuck some time, but apart from one with Mark the neighbour, one of the two guys I committed adultery with all those years ago and, of course, the ongoing fun affair with Tom, no off chances happened until Thomas resurfaced. He was the guy who after returning to work I had quite an active affair with, which ended after just a few months when he was transferred to a new office miles away from the London HQ. But now he was back and this time I was working directly for and very close to him as well.

Not having much experience of dealing with ex-lovers I wasn't at all sure how I should and would react when we started working together again. Obviously, I'd thought about it and had wondered an equal amount where we stood on our affair. As his move from the head office had been rather sudden due to the firing of the manager he took over from, we hadn't officially ended our affair and like many such office flings it had just fizzled out. When I heard that he was going to return I got excited and wondered about his marital situation, which if I could believe him, and being a man who cheated that was questionable, had at the time been as shaky as mine. Several times as I performed for myself masturbating in front of the mirror I involuntarily answered my own questions as Thomas fucked me again and he was every bit as good a lover now as had been back then.

At the time, I was working closely with a girl called Denise who, if I was a bit of a good time girl, then she was the ultimate. In her early to mid-forties and also divorced she seemed to nearly always be at parties and functions, had a string of men on the go and seemed to have so much sex that I wondered how she kept up with it all. Quite attractive with long dark hair she was a fairly big girl being around five feet nine and maybe one sixty-five or one seventy pounds with everything in proportion especially her breasts that were probably a 38 double D that rather dwarfed my more meagre 34Ds.

When we had heard about Thomas returning we had admitted to each other that we both found him attractive and as Denise put it, "You'd have to get me out of the way if you wanted to shag him," implying that she hadn't had, or given him, that pleasure - yet! Denise hadn't been in the same department as me during my fling with Thomas, although she was around, but on a different floor of the main building, so I had no idea how close they may have been and I didn't dare ask too much in fear of her asking me. So, we may well have both had him, but the other didn't know that.

After he'd been back a couple of weeks it was Denise's birthday and he asked her out to lunch, which was quite a normal thing to do for a boss and his immediate reports at that agency. When she'd announced it to me I'd felt rather jealous and found myself wishing it had been me, but when I got a phone call from her asking me to cover for her during the rest of the afternoon, I readily agreed. But I was then mortified when she added, "Tom's asked me to go to a hotel, so I'll be pretty busy for the next couple of hours as I'm going to fuck his brains out."

Surprised at her calling him Tom, which no one else did, I found myself wishing it was me going to the hotel with him and replicating in real life exactly what I'd done with him and the mirror just last night. Although disappointed that it was her with him rather than me, I said that of course I'd cover for her and it must have been a good two hours or so later when she rang again and said, "Why not pop over for a drink, we're in the Holiday Inn?" which was almost next door to the agency. My initial reaction was to say, "Thanks but no thanks," and I told her that, but she persisted and said, "Come straight up to room 1608, Tom is awfully keen on you, if you know what I mean Jay and if you don't I'm sure you can hazard a good guess and you'll find out quickly."

After a bit more chit chat I agreed to go, but after ending the call I had second thoughts and, although I was thrilled at what she'd said about Thomas being keen on me, I almost didn't go but, I was curious about what might happen and if, indeed, Denise had fucked his brains out. I was also somewhat intrigued about Denise as she had on several occasions made remarks that could have been taken to imply that she had been with women as well as men. I had responded to those in the way that most girls do by basically ignoring them and neither of us had said anything more about them. So, after clearing up the cubicle we shared, I took a deep breath, set off for the hotel and went up to the eight floor and knocked on room sixteen.

When Thomas opened the door my heart immediately began to pound as he was clad just in a towel wrapped around his waist, just as he had a few times when he and I had been in hotels during our fling. Smiling he said, "Come on in Jay and join the party." Walking into the room, I saw Denise lying in the bed, covered in a sheet under which she looked to be naked making it pretty obvious what had gone on between them. Fighting back my jealousy I looked at her and said, "Well someone looks as if they've had a good time don't they?"

Beaming a big smile from me to Thomas and back to me, she replied, "Maybe not had luv, try using having instead."

"White wine for you isn't it Jay, if I remember?" Thomas said going to the mini bar as Denise glared at him picking up on his 'if I remember' remark as he handed me a glass and sat on the end of the bed as I sat on a chair looking at them. Surprisingly I thought, the atmosphere for some time was not as sexually charged as the situation suggested it would be for we sat around drinking and chatting about work and exchanging agency gossip. Just as I was beginning to think that maybe that was all that both of them wanted and as I was thinking about bidding my farewells, Denise moved around in the bed a couple of times causing the sheet to fall from her breasts confirming that she was indeed naked and that her boobs really were huge. Whether she did that on purpose or not I didn't know, but on the second or third occasion she didn't pull it back up and as she sat up straight and held her glass out for Tom to fill with red wine, the sheet slid down around her waist and she smiled at both of us and said, "What the hell, we're all friends here aren't we?" That remark and her sitting there bare breasted sexually charged the atmosphere, which increased when looking at him she went on with, "Well Tom and I are a little more than friends now aren't we boss man?" He nodded and also smiled looking at me as Denise continued slurring her speech a little. "Well the three of us do work closely together don't we?" I didn't know what to say so I took a gulp of wine to cover up but then heard her continuing, "Pity we all aren't closer together now isn't it?" as she stared straight into my eyes.

Looking right at me, Thomas chimed in. "Yes it is a great pity."

Then, without taking her eyes from mine Denise said quietly and a little croakily some of the most erotically arousing words that had ever been said to me, "Come on Jayne why don't you take your clothes off?" That phrase crashed into my mind as it seemed so inviting and appropriately arousing, but I'd had three glasses of wine that I realised may well have been affecting me, so I hesitated as they both looked at me waiting for my reaction. I think I may actually have milked that for a moment or two as, surprisingly calmly, I sat there and looking from one to the other I finished the half glass of wine as I accepted that it was exactly what I wanted to do.

I was wearing a long, loose blue dress that was cut lowish at the neck and fell almost straight down from the tips of my boobs to end just on my knees. Standing, I looked from one to the other as, with a courage I never thought I possessed, I took hold of the skirt of the dress and in one slow, sweeping movement lifted it up and over my head.

As I did I heard Thomas say quietly, "Oh fucking hell, yes Jay," indicating, I assumed that he hadn't mentioned our affair to Denise who was staring quite intently at me in just my bra and bikini panties both in a matching blue lace.

"Oh yes luv," she said adding, "Go Jay, that's my girl."

As the mixed emotions of a past lover and for the first time a woman in a sexual situation stared at me in my underwear ran through me, I felt slightly uncomfortable for a moment or two. But then Thomas came up to me and standing with his back to Denise he winked, smiled and said, "You look great Jayne and you know that I've always fancied you don't you?" as he ran his fingertips across my cheek.

Denise as usual the wit always with something to say said, "Well for fuck's sake boss, kiss her then."

Taking me into his arms, Thomas did just that and he kissed me deeply, open mouthed with his tongue finding mine. That was lovely and with Denise looking on, I realised, something extra was added to the situation. With his erection pressing through the thickness of the towel into the softness of my tummy, he gradually pushed me backwards until the backs of my legs were against the bed and then eased me down onto that right next to Denise who had given up any pretext of covering herself with the sheet. Thomas and I continued kissing fairly avidly as opening my eyes, I looked over at Denise who smiled and raised her eyebrows enquiringly and I sort of nodded with my mouth still clamped to Thomas'. Closing them again, I felt my arousal increasing and that surprised me for it suddenly hit me that it was her being there that doing that.

Thomas rolled me onto my side facing him with my back towards Denise and as we kissed deeply again I felt my bra being undone and realised that it was Denise doing that. As I broke the kiss I lifted my body up a little way from Thomas' chest and looked over my shoulder at her and saw that she was smiling as she raised her eyebrows and mouthed, "Okay Jay?" as she ran her fingertips along my shoulder taking the bra strap with it and sliding that down my arm. As that slid past my elbow down towards my wrist so it pulled the cup of the blue, lacy bra away from me exposing my right breast. Thomas fiddled the bra off my right arm as Denise tried manipulating the other side of it down my left arm, but as that was pressed into the softness of the bed, it wouldn't move, so without thinking I arched my back and lifted my body up even more and she slid it off so that I was now bare above the waist with my boobs on show to both of them. As Thomas again expressed his appreciation with a low moan and a whispered, "Oh yes Jayne, yes," I had a combination of excitement and embarrassment. The former at what he was saying and the latter at Denise being there as I'd never before experienced having sex with another woman present. Not feeling ready to meet her gaze I closed my eyes as she pulled on my shoulder causing me to turn onto my back as Thomas cupped my breast and kissed me. After just a few moments I felt a light touch on my right breast and opening my eyes I saw that it was her fingertips on my boob. She must have seen the look of surprised excitement on my face for her gaze and touch had sent a complete explosion of feelings through me and I'm sure that my body must have jerked.

Thomas, as I always thought of him, largely to differentiate him in my mind from my long-term mate Tom who were like chalk and cheese to each other, was called Tom by Denise, but by no one else at the agency, seemed oblivious to what was happening. But now clearly wanting more involvement pulled me half on top of him kissing and caressing me as the towel slipped from around him. To have a man kissing and caressing me with his cock pressed firmly against my stomach as a woman strokes the swell of my breast with her fingertips was such an enormous combination of powerful feelings the like of which I'd not experienced before. I was so aroused now that I didn't even consider objecting as Thomas slid his hand into my knickers and pushing the waist down a little squeezed my arse. Now being physically aroused both at the front and rear of my body with my three most erogenous areas, my tits, pussy and backside, all being stimulated, I was totally gone and any rational thought was swept from my mind as Tom muttered, "We don't need these any more do we Jay?" but I hardly heard what he said and certainly didn't understand it nor when he added, "What do you think Den?"

As if from afar, I heard Denise saying, "I think they should come off Tom shall I help?" Not waiting for an answer, but maybe getting a facial yes from him, I felt her pulling on the waistband of my panties and starting to slide the flimsy garment over my bum and down my legs. I could hardly believe what was happening as that brought me out of my arousal reveries, but I still I didn't object. It seemed to be only recently that I was in a hotel bed with Thomas and here I was lying in his arms in a hotel again but this time with a naked woman helping him remove my knickers as she playfully, I think, slapped me on my bum and said, "Lift up this lovely bottom babe and let me get these off," which I did and she did too. Now naked, I realised that Tom, as he'd now become in my mind. would soon fuck me with Denise there and my mind could hardly take in the thrilling scene that presented, but what I couldn't envisage was what, if any, part she would play in these, almost unimaginable to me, circumstances.

As Tom rolled me onto my side facing away from him he lifted my leg and pressed his erection between my thighs and right against the lips of my pussy. That brought me to my senses in one way and I managed to ask, "Have you got something to wear Thomas?" Fortunately he had some condoms and I wondered if he'd worn one when he and Denise fucked, but I didn't ask him nor help him as he slid it on. As he was doing that, Denise pushed the sheet further down her body fully exposing her truly spectacular breasts, and moved closer to me. With a little quizzical smile on her mouth and a clear twinkle in her eyes she pressed one of her knees between my legs and cupped my breasts and then, just as Tom entered me, she kissed me on the mouth. My first reaction was to pull away, but that was almost immediately replaced with a nice feeling as the smooth softness of her lips got to me, so I did nothing. That inertia only lasted for a few moments, for as Tom started moving slowly up and down inside me, I opened my mouth and as her tongue licked around my lips and then slid passed them and into my mouth I pushed my tongue back against hers and onto her upper lip and kissed her back. At the same time Tom increased both the depth and speed of his thrusts inside me and also grasped my boobs, as for the first time in my life I had four hands, two of which were female, caressing me very intimately and I was enjoying it.

We continued kissing for some while during which Tom grasped both of my boobs and lifted them up so that Denise bending forward could get to them with her mouth and she started licking and chewing them and my nipples. As he thrust up and down inside me so her hands flittered over my body eventually finding my clit, and as he started on those longer slower thrusts that indicate when a guy's about to cum, so she rubbed me right there, kissed me and pinched my nipples.

I could hardly believe that in such a short time from leaving the agency to now, which was no more than an hour, I had gone from assuming that I was totally straight to realising that I could well be bi. I was now a very willing participant to this and was kissing her back and fondling her truly awesome breasts that felt so lovely and soft. I had hands everywhere and at times I couldn't tell whose were doing what to my body. All I was aware of was that I had Tom buried deep in me and Denise was loving me from the outside and those thoughts were in my mind as I orgasmed with a power that I had rarely if ever experienced before just as Tom exploded into the condom.

We fell apart into a heap on the bed Denise and Tom still touching me as he deflated and we all just lay there. But Denise wasn't finished and if I'm truthful, I wasn't either, so we had another drink and smiling at each other agreed that it had been marvellous. They then told me that they had actually had a bet about me and that slightly annoyed me for a moment or two before they explained. Tom had told Denise that he really did fancy me and the bet was that Denise could get me to come over and join in, Tom had said that he thought I wouldn't.

"So I lost," he smiled adding, "And boy am I pleased to do so."

When Thomas got up to go to the bathroom, as most men seem to do after sex, Denise rolled closer to me and holding my face in her hands whispered softly between kissing me right on my mouth, "And Jay I am so pleased as well, but I did guess that you would be up for it," as she stroked my breast and pushed hers against it.

"How?" I asked.

She explained that it was mainly by the way that I looked interested when she'd dropped hints of having been with other women, adding, "After a time you just get to know a like-minded woman luv," as we embraced with our bodies caressing each other from our lips to our toes, our mouths firmly clamped and our hands investigating the other's body. Somewhere in the background I heard Tom moving around and then felt his weight on the bed, but I was now too into Denise and what she and I were doing to really care. It just seemed so right to follow her lead and make love to her and the fact that it would be in front of a man, and particularly one with whom I'd just made love, made it even more exciting. It didn't involve any real oral love as Denise didn't go down on me, nor did I on her, although Tom did on both of us. However, we made each other cum by using our fingers as Tom looked on presumably becoming somewhat erect again by what he saw as he then joined us and we both made love to him, but not to the point of making him cum. The three of us made love to each other with our hands and fingers and with our lips, mouths and tongues. Feeling the rather hairy harshness of Tom's legs, tummy and chest with one hand and the soft, smoothness of Denise's body with the other, or the alternating differences of his erection on my lips to her breasts was really quite amazing and made me pleased and excited that I could gain my sexual pleasure from two such different feeling sources.

Although by now both Denise and I had cum, or had enjoyed several mini climaxes, it had been at least an hour since Tom had with me and, so I learned, at least a further hour sine he'd fucked Denise. As the three of us enjoyed each other his erection firmed up and Denise holding it said, "Maybe my turn again Tom?"

"Yes of course, but I'm not sure there'll be the need for a condom this time."

"What it'll be dry run then will it?" she giggled getting up and straddling him as, looking at me she went on, "Do the honours Jayne, I can hardly reach like this," I didn't get what she meant at first, but when I saw the positions they were in I understood and it really was quite an incredible sensation to be holding a man's cock that had so recently cum inside me and to be easing that inside another woman who had also just given me an orgasm. As Denise sat astride Tom and fucked him I knelt beside them and fondled both his and her chests marvelling at the difference between his hairy flatness and her smooth fullness That gave me the courage to go further, so I kissed and caressed her breasts and rubbed her clit and pussy lips while both of their pairs of hands were all over my body. As we all neared a magnificently mutual climax I had no idea whose fingers were in me or whose lips were around my nipples. All I did know was that the wonderful intimacy of the three of us created an explosion in us that was truly fantastic.

We didn't stay very long after the three-way sex although travelling home on the London tube with my mind recalling as much detail as it could I seemed to think we'd agreed to do it again soon. All the time on the hour's journey out to the London suburbs I felt tingles of excitement, particularly as I wasn't wearing any knickers for obvious reasons. These stayed with me as I ate something light for dinner, although as I got ready for bed, I couldn't remember what I'd had. Lying naked on top of the duvet as I was far from being ready for sleep, my mind was awhirl with images, sensations, feelings and emotions from the afternoon's adventures. I was pleased that Thomas and I were, in a way, back together, though I wasn't shutting my mind to the fact that he'd shagged Den before he had me after his return and that he and his wife were still together, but it had been lovely being in his arms and having him inside me.

However, the overarching memory was not that, nor being kissed by him, having his face, albeit briefly, between my legs or holding his lovely uncircumcised cock it was Den's smooth softness, her breasts in my hands, my nipples in her mouth and her mouth on mine that started me masturbating as I lay there reminiscing about the afternoon. As I forced into the front of my mind as much as I could of what had happened between us the most powerful image I got was something that hadn't happened. That was the feeling of Denise's mouth licking my cunt, as I thought of it, and as I stroked myself it was almost as if she was there doing exactly that as I took myself to a lovely climax.

The next day at work was, inevitably, rather awkward. Denise and I sitting facing each other hardly spoke as we got on with our work and chatted about nothing in particular. After an hour or so a message came up for us both on the Agency Communications System, ACS, that I had designed and operationally was part of my responsibilities. It was from Thomas calling us both to a meeting in his office at eleven, the topic of which was the company convention that Den and had to organise, which would last no more than forty-five minutes and minutes would be available to any interested parties. This was part of the agency's transparency and openness programme designed to give everyone as much information as we could about everything.

Sitting in his glass walled office with the blinds not drawn I felt rather on show particularly when he explained that the topic mentioned on the ACS was a subterfuge and that he really wanted to talk about yesterday, adding with a grin, "I'm sure that between you some appropriate minutes can be put together."

He said how much he'd enjoyed the afternoon and hoped we could do it again, but that we shouldn't feel under any obligation to do it other than because we wanted to. He went on a bit more, with us both confirming that we had also enjoyed it, though I didn't tell him, or Denise, that my main enjoyment had come from her and not him. We both agreed that we would do it again and, rather unnecessarily I thought, he asked us not to mention it to anyone, as if we would.

"Well Jay, it's all happening isn't it?" Denise said when we were back in our cubbyhole. I agreed with that and with her suggestion that we needed to talk and perhaps we should have a drink after work? During the rest of the day I was on tenterhooks and found myself looking at Denise in a vastly different way than I had prior to yesterday, but then I realised I was also thinking about Thomas differently as well. I was feeling enormously attracted to her and wondering just what I'd always considered was so sexually special about him, though I still rated him as one of the best lovers I'd had. During the rest of the day I couldn't resist casting glances at Denise and, effectively, ogling her tits that seemed to almost be falling out from her loose top. As the afternoon wore on it wasn't just those that I perved on and about as she was wearing a skirt that was on the short side and was tight around her ass that I'd never looked at with desire before, but I was now. I tried not to keep thinking that way and wondering whether what had happened in the hotel yesterday afternoon meant that I was, albeit deep down, a lesbian, or at least becoming one?