Rachel Pt. 08

Author's Note:

This story can be read as a stand alone story, however it builds specifically on Pt. 04.

In previous parts, Rachel, a professional senior project manager, and wife and mother of three, meets her new boss who grooms her to be open to new sexual experiences before assigning new clients that take advantage of her. Rachel's willingness to please her clients has earned her a promotion. However, after her biggest client pushed her too far, she told her boss that she didn't know if she could continue...

The past two months were a welcome relief from the stress I had been dealing with for nearly a year. I hadn't traveled over the two months, I didn't have to meet with chauvinistic or misogynistic clients, I wasn't subject to any sexual advances, and I was able to resume my life as the loving mother of three grade school boys and the wife of a dedicated faithful husband.

My workload was greatly reduced as well. My boss, Mr Hammond had assigned others to help close out projects with my challenging clients, Mr Odum's project was wrapping up, albeit a few weeks late, and Mr Rach announced his retirement, turning his company over to his son Tyler.

I was still the responsible senior project manager for the Li project though. Mr Li was expanding his organization from Taiwan and opening a manufacturing facility in California. It was the single biggest project and contract our company had held, and Mr Li and Mr Hammond had both insisted that I remain assigned to it. That project was the only reason I was allowed to hold onto my title of Director Level Senior Project Manager.

Mr Li was the reason I had to take a step back. At least I blamed him. After the ground breaking ceremony for his facility, he coerced me into having sex with multiple constituents and partners of the project. He was clear that he felt I was a tool for him to use for his benefit.

After that weekend, I told Mr Hammond I couldn't do it anymore, it had all gone too far. And while I blamed Mr Li, and he certainly was to blame, I held the lion's share of the blame. I was alone responsible for allowing myself to be groomed. I decided to be unfaithful to my husband. I enjoyed the excitement of the sexual encounters, as well as the work benefits that resulted from letting my body be used.

I told myself the step back was what I wanted.

When that didn't work, I told myself it was what I needed.

And when that didn't work, I told myself it was what my family wanted and needed me to do.

At first I felt this sense of relief. Everything was moving so fast, one client was videotaping me, another was trying to get me pregnant, and Mr Li enjoyed whoring me out like his personal property to anyone that supported him. I felt out of control and all of that was amplified by the fact that I was growing apart from my husband and I was missing so much of my kids' activities and events.

But while I very much loved spending more time with my kids, and I was glad that the relationship between my husband and I seemed to be healing, I very quickly missed the thrill of my forbidden pleasures. I kept telling myself that it was the right choice, but as I laid in bed at night next to my husband, I felt utterly bereft, missing the intimate eroticism of my sexual degradation.

My sex life was now reduced to the routine Saturday night vanilla encounters with my husband. I knew he loved me, and I remembered when having sex with him was exciting and rewarding. I tried to spice it up, I tried to introduce new ideas, but he almost seemed too prude, too kind, too considerate, to deviate from our sex in either the missionary or cowgirl position that lasted maybe 10 minutes and now made me fake my climax every week.

Every Monday morning I was reminded of the quiet emptiness that now consumed my life when I looked at my calendar and saw that I no longer had what used to be my routine Monday meeting with Mr Hammond. The lack of interactions with the man that took me under his wing and opened my mind to a world of sexual desires I didn't know I had was now a void that I couldn't fill or forget.

After I told him that I couldn't continue, after he had reassigned a number of my responsibilities, he cancelled the meetings, now requiring me to simply send him a weekly update on my one project, the Li project.

I missed our interactions, how he developed me, how he groomed me, how he held me accountable, how he introduced me to desires I didn't realize I had. The desires I was now suppressing.

The desires I told myself weren't socially acceptable. The desires I hid for the benefit of my family. The desires that Mr Hammond awakened in me and I constantly felt. The desires I felt I had to sacrifice for others.

Work had become mundane. The Li project was moving along without issue. Excavation was progressing well ahead of schedule, helped significantly by good weather, and the complicated concrete pours required for the foundations had begun.

It was Thursday morning and I was sitting in my office reviewing the seven day concrete compressive strength test report for one section of the foundation when my assistant came through the open door.

"Rachel, there's a call for you, but I'm not familiar with who it is so I wanted to check before I put it through. The lady says her name is Katie and you met on a business trip."

I couldn't think of anyone that I had met, but I told Alyssa to go ahead and put it through anyway, assuming I must have shared a business card.

When I picked up the phone I introduced myself, "Good morning, this is Rachel."

"Hi Rachel," the woman paused and seemed unsure, "This is Katie. Katherine. I don't remember how I introduced myself. If I even did."

"I'm sorry Katie, I don't remember. Where did we meet?"

"Oh God, sorry. This is Katie. We met in Destin, a few months ago. At my lingerie shop. You came in. I helped you try on a few things."

I was so surprised I simply said, "Oh. Hi."

I remembered her clearly. I remember how she insisted on helping me select the intimate erotic lingerie I wanted to wear for Mr Hammond. I remember how forward she was, helping me try on the selections, how she told me how good I looked, how sexy I looked. I remembered how she kissed me and touched me.

"You remember? I hope you remember."

I interrupted her, "Yes. I remember. I, I don't think I could forget."

"I couldn't forget you either. You're the only customer I've ever met with such an overpowering sexual confidence."

"Really?"

"Yes. I can't forget you."

I paused, "How did you get my office number?"

"Well you told me that if I was ever in Atlanta, I should reach out. So just after you left, I wrote your name down and your credit card has your company name on it. It took me a few phone calls, but finally someone in your company gave me your direct line," she paused. "I hope you don't mind."

Still racing through the memory in my head, "So I take it you're here in Atlanta?"

"I am, and I was hoping maybe we could have coffee or lunch or a drink. I'd just really like to see you, talk to you."

I immediately felt a thrill, a potential opportunity to reconnect with the woman I was for a small part of my life. But I told myself I shouldn't, I had closed the door on that version of Rachel.

Katie sensed my hesitation, "You don't have to Rachel. I know you must be busy and I really shouldn't have bothered you."

"No, Katie, no. I'd like to see you. It's just that my life has changed a lot. I'm worried you might not..."

I didn't finish the sentence

Katie filled the awkward silence, "Rachel, let's just meet. I'm staying downtown and there's a cute cafe across from my hotel. Do you have time?"

Of course I had time. I wasn't busy anymore. I told her I could.

"Noon? Does that work?," she asked. My mind was racing as the memories kept coming back. I remembered that the last time I saw Katie, I hadn't been wearing a bra, or panties before she undressed me.

I looked at my computer and it was nearing 11 already. I wanted to go home and change for her so I asked if we could meet at 1.

"Sure," she said, "We could meet tomorrow if that's better."

I quickly replied, "No. No, I don't want to wait until tomorrow. Where am I meeting you?"

"Across from my hotel downtown. It's called Lucia's."

I was filled with an exciting anxiety as I quickly packed my belongings and computer and told my assistant Alyssa that I would be gone for a long business lunch.

I hurried home to change for my rendezvous, I couldn't let the owner of a lingerie boutique see me in my cotton bikini briefs and beige bra. Shortly after I had packed my personal desires away, after Mr Hammond stopped meeting with me, I drifted away from wearing enticing bra and panty sets beneath sheer blouses and form fitted suits. Now I was wearing comfortable underwear and less revealing business attire.

When I got home, I quickly undressed before standing naked in front of my dresser, opening the drawer in the center that was filled with my lingerie and intimate bra and panty sets, a drawer that hadn't been opened in over a month. As I slid the drawer open and began to sift through them, memories of what I had done when I was in them came racing back.

When I finally stopped my sensual day dreaming, I realized I didn't have much time before I had to leave. I decided on a midnight blue bra and panty that had black accents. I felt an exhilaration that I hadn't felt in quite awhile as I clasped the bra behind my back and pulled the panties over my hips. My only regret was that I didn't feel the sensation of material against my folds like I did when I kept them shaved bare.

I looked at myself in the mirror and liked the subtle way just a hint of the bra was visible beneath my creme blouse. I realized how excited I was, feeling the familiar tension of arousal in my abdomen. I don't know why I was excited, I was simply going to meet her, to reconnect and talk.

And as I drove, I told myself that's all it should be. I had made a decision to step away, to leave that part of me behind and a part of my conscience told me that if I opened that door, I would start the spiral into the secretive life I had left behind.

When I walked into the cute cafe, I immediately saw Katie sitting at a corner table near the window. When I first met her, my mind had a singular focus of preparing myself to entice and arouse my boss and I never took a moment to realize how pretty she was.

She was a few years younger than me with stunning green eyes and a gentle smile. Her brunette hair was longer than I remembered and I noticed it had hints of natural amber. She wore a short casual dress that showed her toned legs.

As I approached the table she stood and hugged me, not an embrace, but a firm hug before she stepped back and then leaned in to give me a gentle kiss on my lips that I actively returned before we sat down together.

After pleasantries, after she thanked me for meeting her, I asked Katie what brought her to Atlanta. She told me that her boutique was finally doing well enough that she could hire a new employee to help her out and she was taking her first vacation in a couple of years.

"And you chose Atlanta?," I asked.

"Yes," she paused, "I wanted to see my most alluring customer."

I laughed, "You're kidding me, right?"

"No. I'm not. I've never met someone as confident in their sexuality as you were that day. You were so attractive in your own self assurance. I couldn't, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind."

I felt a sense of guilt and disappointment within myself, "Well, I'm not that person anymore."

"Why not?," she asked. "It made you beautiful. I mean you are beautiful. What happened? Are you still with your boss?"

"No. I broke it off," I said as she listened, really listened to me. "It all got to be too much and I had to for me and my family."

"Tell me what happened. Did he like the lingerie you tried on in my store?"

I told her he did and I shared all the details of those nights I spent in his bed in Destin, enjoying all the memories I had of being in his arms and the emotions and desires he elicited in me.

"Rachel, your face and voice glow when you talk about him. Why did you separate? Why would you give that up?"

I began to share with Katie my deeper secrets. I told her my affairs weren't limited to just my boss. I shared how I had been intimate with some of my clients but I didn't share specific details.

"Because you had to or because you wanted to?," she asked.

"Both," I paused, "At first I felt I had to in order to make my boss happy so that I could continue that relationship. But then, I realized I had these desires and well, I wanted to be with them. But then it all got to be too much."

"Come on Rachel, you can't stop there, what do you mean?"

"Well one of my older clients loved to take videos of us. Another client in Chicago made me call him Daddy and dress up like a college girl for him. And he wanted to get me pregnant. And then my client on the west coast basically began to offer me to anyone that had influence over his project."

She leaned in, "Sounds very kinky. Why do men think they can reduce women, especially someone as confident as you, to do what they want?"

"No Katie, the problem was that I liked it. Even the west coast project where I really had no say as to when people used me, I liked it. I liked feeling objectified and degraded. I liked taking a submissive posture and wanting to please them. And I liked being used."

"I love how confident you are, able to understand your own desires," she reached out and held my left hand. "So why did you stop if it was such a deep desire?"

"I had to. First, the west coast project was going too far. I was losing control. But it wasn't just that. I was becoming addicted and it was affecting my marriage and my home life. I was running to my affairs. And when I was home, they were all I thought of. And they were insane thoughts. I mean I actually thought about getting pregnant with my black client in Chicago."

She didn't say anything, she just held my hand and looked into my eyes.

"So I ended everything. Cold turkey."

"And are you happy?"

I didn't answer as I felt the regret fill me.

"Ok. That's a no. Are things at home at least better?"

"I'm a lot happier that I'm not missing anything for my boys."

"How about between you and your husband?"

"Our relationship is better."

"But not the same, right? Does he know about your kinks?"

"No it's not the same."

"It wasn't for me either," she offered.

"What do you mean?"

"I was married. Right out of college. And then I met someone else and it was just more exciting. I kept telling myself it wasn't better, that it was simply the thrill of secretly stealing intimate moments. But when I let the guilt get to me I broke it off. But my marriage wasn't the same, and I know our situations aren't the same, I was only 23 at the time, no kids, but we separated within the year."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I replied.

"What? Don't be. I discovered what I wanted instead of always doing what everybody else thought I should do," she paused. "So does your husband know about your desires, does he try to satisfy you?"

"Well, that's complicated. I can't really tell him that I discovered I like to be used and degraded through work. But I tried to be more erotic and racy and push him to explore and he just can't. I really don't think it's that he doesn't care, I think he is so dedicated to treating me as an equal partner and so set in the Saturday night routine."

"So it's not satisfying."

"Not at all."

"Do you regret ending everything?"

"I have all kinds of regrets right now. It consumes me. I don't know if I regret ending all my affairs. I don't know if I regret letting Mr Hammond groom me. I don't know if I regret getting married. I mean the only thing I don't regret are my three boys."

"Can I ask you something"

"Katie, you can obviously ask me anything. You are the only person I have told any of this to truthfully."

"Why deny yourself? That's what I asked myself when I went through it. Why do I have to deny my needs or desires or whatever you want to call it. Why do women, why do you, have to deny the electric feelings in your core, the wetness, the excitement, the thrill, however it makes you feel."

I looked at her as her voice validated all the conflict in my head.

She continued, "Who are you doing this all for? A husband that isn't aware enough or caring enough or man enough to explore his wife's desires? But society wants you to keep the sanctity of marriage. I don't know why women choose to suffer."

I looked at her, wanting someone, anyone, to tell me what the right thing was. I felt tears well up as I admitted, "I just feel awful all the time. It shouldn't feel like this if it's the right thing. I don't know how I got here."

She looked directly in my eyes like she could see into my soul, "Rachel, the woman I first met, the braless, sexy, confident, happy person was so alluring, so complete. Make decisions for yourself. You deserve that."

An alarm set on my phone interrupted us, reminding me that I had to pick the kids up from school. I told Katie and I could see the disappointment in her eyes as she told me that she had hoped we could spend more time together.

As we stood up, I asked, "Could we maybe get together again this weekend, or tomorrow? I really enjoy spending time with you."

She gave me her phone number and told me to call, then handed me a bag, "This is for you, I know you'll look incredible in it."

I thanked her and we shared an extended hug. We walked out together and she kissed me again before I watched her cross the street and disappear into the lobby of her hotel.

I walked back to my car, my head replaying the conversation I just had. After I started the car, I sat for a minute and then grabbed the bag, looking inside to see what she brought. There was a card on top of something delicately wrapped in tissue from her boutique.

I opened the card and it simply said:

I hope you'll let me help you try this on...

K

816

I became so nervous, I felt the butterflies throughout my body. I told myself I should go pick up the kids. I told myself I shouldn't, couldn't go see her. I told myself I should wait until tomorrow and call her, I could see if it's what I truly wanted after sleeping on it.

But then I heard her voice telling me to start making decisions for me.

I called my husband and apologized for interrupting his day. I told him an old coworker was back in town and asked if he could grab the boys from school so I could go see her and have dinner. He acted like it was a big ask, but then said he'd adjust his schedule and take care of it.

As soon as we hung up, I turned the car off and grabbed the bag. I hurried through the parking garage and across the street to see the only person who seemed to understand me. I quickly moved through the lobby to the elevator banks and up to the eighth floor.

I didn't hesitate when I got to her door, knocking just as I stepped in front of it, not wanting to allow myself time to change my mind. When she didn't respond immediately I wondered if maybe I missed her, maybe she left, or didn't come back to her room.

But then the door clicked open, "Oh my Rachel, you have no idea how much I hoped you'd be here."

"You'd better let me in before I overthink this and turn around."

She stepped away and held the door open to her hotel room that looked like it had just been cleaned by the maid. I walked in and she moved in front of me placing her hands on my hips, "Did you open it?"

I smiled and for the first time I touched her, my hands feeling her shoulders and arms, "No, just the card, and then I had to come up here."

"I'm so excited Rachel. Go ahead. Open it. Please."

We sat down on the edge of the bed together and I reached into the bag and gently pulled out the tissue wrapped gift and found a single small piece of tape in the center that I pulled away and unrolled the lingerie.

I looked at the mix of sheer material, silk and lace. It was a deep crimson red, with black accents throughout. Before I lifted anything I told her it was beautiful.

She put her hand on my arm, "After you were so honest about your desires today, I was so happy that I selected this set for you. Red is the color that implies passion and submission to desires. It's how I've thought of you."

I began to hold up the lingerie. The top was a corset bustier, the corset was covered in crimson satin and black accents and the bra cups were a sheer crimson material with black lace edging. The top of the back of the bra and corset had a clasp but the rest of the closures were the traditional laced eyelets that tied in the back.

The panty was a thong, a very small triangle in the front, with a thin strip of material continuing through the gusset, then narrowing as it came up through the back before reaching back around and over the hips. The triangular patch was crimson red with the material in the back and over the hips being black.

There was a matching red garter belt and black sheer hose to round out the ensemble.

"It's incredible Katie. Thank you, I love it," I said as I hugged her.

Katie asked, "Do you want to try it on?"

"Of course I do Katie. That's why I'm here, so you can help me."

The smile on her face grew and she reached out and took the lead, leaning in and kissing me while reaching around to undo the three buttons at the back of my blouse. I tried to help and she stopped me, "No Rachel, let me do this."

She slowly and deliberately undressed me, sliding my blouse over my head, pulling the zipper down on the back of my skirt, helping it down my legs, gently touching and caressing my body as she did.

I stood before her in my midnight blue bra and panties and she told me I looked beautiful before asking if she could remove them. I was putty in her hands.

She unclasped my bra, slowly releasing my breasts to display them in front of her, "They're as perfect as I remember Rachel," she said as her hands gently touched them, holding them and feeling their weight, kneading them.

Her hands slid down to the waistband of my panties, her fingers hooking beneath them and sliding them over my hips and down my thighs as she sank down along with them. She stood up in front of me as I stepped out of them, her hands reached around and grabbed my behind, holding me tight to her.

My mind began to recall the last time I stood naked in front of her, how she kissed me passionately and slid her finger between my folds and into my body.

I wanted that again. I wanted that now.

And that's what she gave to me. She began to kiss me while touching my body, exploring me, her hand eventually reaching between my thighs, finding my wetness. Her finger began to slide delicately between my lips, grazing across my clitoris several times before pressing into my body.

She quickly brought me to the edge, my body so desirous of the pleasure I had denied myself, and then she withdrew her finger and paused as she looked me over.

I instinctively reached for the clasp at the back of her dress but she quickly stopped me, maintaining control of the afternoon, "Not yet Rachel," she paused, "Will you shave for me?"

"If that's what you want Katie."

"You do love the submissive posture don't you? I think you should shave. You'll like the feeling of the panty better. And the aesthetic. Plus it'll be that much more erotic," and after a long pause, "And it'll make me happy."

She walked with me to the bathroom and handed me a fresh razor and shaving cream, then leaning on the counter as I sat on the edge of the tub. I generously applied the shaving cream and then turned the water on in the tub.

I slowly and carefully began to shave my vulva as my friend watched and talked to me. After my first pass, I wasn't pleased with the smoothness and apologized to Katie, telling her I wanted it to be perfect.

When I finished the second time, she came next to me and slid her hand between my legs and felt how smooth my folds were. She kissed me, "Are you tender?"

"A little, I'm sure I'll be fine."

"Good, let's get you dressed."

She brought the lingerie to me and first handed me the panty. I pulled it up my legs and into place, the small crimson triangle barely covering the top of my folds, the material racing between my legs over my bare skin, adhering to all the moisture of my arousal and then between my cheeks.

Next I slid my arms through the corset bustier and reached around to secure the upper clasp. The sheer material pulled tight across my breasts, teasing my already electric nipples. Katie asked me to turn away and as I did, she pulled the strings of the corset tight, pulling my abdomen and lower ribs in sharply and pushing the breath out of me.

"Is that tight enough?," she asked as I tried to adjust to the constricted apparel.

"It's pretty restrictive," I said as I adjusted my breathing.

"Do you like that feeling? You look incredible."

I did like the feeling. It was by no means comfortable, but I liked wearing it for her, I liked how it made me feel constrained.

I put the garter belt on and then slid on the sheer black stockings, attaching them to the clips and then stood before her. She stood and reached out, her hand first brushing my hair away from my face before gently running over my arms, then my sides and resting on my hips.

"You look even better than I remembered. And that confident sexual glow is back," she paused, "Tell me how you feel."

"I feel wonderful Katie. Thank you for picking this out for me."

She continued to gaze at my body and my face, "Have you ever been intimate with another woman?"

My mind flashed back to the woman on Mr Li's proposal staff that I pleased, but I didn't say anything about that, I didn't feel that was connecting with another woman. "No, except in your dressing room. When you touched me, how you touched me."

Her hands began to caress my body as I stood in her arms. I enjoyed the attention, I enjoyed the anticipation, I enjoyed being there for her. But then I realized I was dressed in lingerie and she was still wearing her dress.

I reached forward and began to touch and feel her body, feeling her warmth, her firm but tender body. I leaned in to initiate a kiss, pulling her breasts against mine, feeling the connection grow. I whispered in her ear, asking if I could remove her dress.

"I'd like that," she whispered. I reached behind her and unzipped the small zipper at the top and then my hands reached under the hem, feeling her thighs and hips as I slid the dress up her body and then over her head.

I had never seen her body before, I had never really noticed how truly beautiful she was. Her body was perfectly sculpted, fit and toned in all the right places, yet with all the alluring feminine curves. She wore a matching violet bra and panty set, hipster bottoms.

She pulled me onto the bed with her, "Do whatever makes you feel good Rachel," she said as she began to kiss me. We embraced and began to feel each other's bodies as we passionately kissed, her tongue pressing into my mouth.

The way her hands moved across my body, the way they held me, caressed me, filled me with this overwhelming feeling that I was wanted, desired. It was a bliss I wasn't sure I had ever felt and it made me desperate to provide that same feeling of being desired to my partner Katie, to do everything I could to give her a deeper pleasure than she had ever felt.

I became lost in the sensations as Katie played with my breasts and nipples through the thin sheer crimson fabric that held them. I enjoyed how her hands knew just how to apply the right amount of pressure and vary the stimulation.

I suddenly realized how passive I was and began to focus on her pleasure against the backdrop of the bliss I was feeling. I reached around her back and adeptly undid the two clasps of her bra. My hand glided around to touch her breasts.

It was the first time that I had ever genuinely felt another woman's breasts. I had touched other women, grazed their breasts through shirts, touched them out of curiosity as I grew up, but never had I felt another woman's breasts out of desire to physically excite them.

I gently held their weight and firmness and squeezed them, my fingers grazing the nipples gently before squeezing them and playing with them. It was incredible. I had my own breasts, I had felt their weight and played with them while masturbating, but feeling another woman's was almost surreal in this moment.

I quickly became aware of Katie's reactions to my touch. It was a rewarding feeling to hear her breath change, or feel her body chase my hand, or hear a quiet moan. I knew how to excite the men I had been with, I knew the touches, and I also knew the carnal nature of men didn't require the finesse that, as a woman, I desperately sought. Now I was providing that gentle delicate stimulation.

I broke off the kisses with Katie and slid my lips to her nipples, gently grabbing them with my teeth, sucking on them, listening for her approval. She shifted to her back and I felt her thighs part as my mouth sought to please her.

Her hand guided mine between her legs, giving me permission to touch, to explore, to please. I felt her warmth, and the moisture of her arousal through the dampness of her panties as they clung to her shaven folds.

I gently began to stroke her through her panties before my own anticipation urged me to slide my hand up and into them. I felt Katie tense up slightly as she awaited my touch. My hand slid slowly between her panties and her thighs, across the length of her delicate folds.

I felt how tender and warm she was, how alive she was.

As my hand moved, I slightly bent my middle finger to barely slide between her lips, wanting not only to be delicate, but also knowing the power of anticipation. With each stroke, my finger probed just a bit deeper and I stroked further along her wetness, feeling her need for me grow.

My finger found her hood and gently traced around her clitoris, feeling her breath hitch as she waited for my next touch.

I ensured my finger tip just barely grazed over the tip of her engorged pearl and as I did, I felt her body hitch as she first gasped and then moaned, pushing her hips against my hand.

Her hands held me close, her breathing shallow as she waited for my every touch. My finger slid down through her excitement, through the wetness and then back to her clitoris, again grazing it and then beginning to move in a circular pattern around and over her sensitive pearl.

She stopped caressing me, simply pulling me into her breasts as her body twitched and jumped as my fingers deftly caressed her. Every reaction from her was an approval of my efforts to please her. I looked up from her breasts and saw her eyes were closed as my fingers caressed her sacred spot.

As her excitement built, I paused and allowed my fingers to slide down to her entrance, slowly probing in, feeling her warmth, my two fingers now pressing against her walls, slowly stroking within her. As I did so, I slowly began to slide down her body, kissing her abdomen and then her thighs.

She parted her thighs as I leaned in, her hand on my head, stroking my hair as my tongue extended to taste her. In that moment, I am certain my anticipation was higher than hers, desperately wanting to excel as I stimulated her with my tongue.

I was unsure as I first tasted her but quickly noted her responses as my tongue caressed her clitoris and between her labia. I learned that she liked for me to alternate between sucking and licking her clit, teasing her with my lips and then lightly and quickly flicking the tip of my tongue across the firm and sensitive pearl.

She also enjoyed my two fingers within her as I maintained a rhythmic short stroke, applying a firm pressure against her walls. As I combined my techniques, I could tell her arousal was escalating as her body began to move and jump with certain touches and she began to moan and tell me how wonderful I was.

I knew how much I personally enjoyed extending the pleasure, how when I masturbated I worked to keep my body on that plateau just before the crashing waves of my orgasms. I tried to push her there and keep her at that level, that period of bliss where the mind and body just feels a constant excited pleasure that a woman wants to last forever.

Katie began to call my name and gripped my free hand, her thighs tensed and closed some around my head before they began to tremble and her hips started to buck. Her moisture flowed from her as she moaned and gripped me while her body spasmed around me.

Her spasms became heavy breathing and she quickly pulled me to her and wrapped her arms around me, kissing my wet lips passionately, thanking me, telling me how incredible I was.

I felt my own sense of bliss and accomplishment, the stress of desperately wanting to please her giving way to the joy of seeing her powerful orgasm. As we laid there and held each other, staring at each other's faces, I felt a true connection, I felt I had made love to someone for the first time in a very long time.

"Rachel, that was incredible."

"It was for me too," I said as I felt her sweaty naked body against my own.

"And you've never done this with another woman?"

I smiled, "No, I haven't. I've never made love to a woman, not like that."

The word love wasn't lost on either of us and Katie was quick to acknowledge that, "It was love. I could tell how important it was to you. Just as important as it is for me to be here with you."

Her hand slid up to my shoulder and applied a slight pressure, gesturing for me to relax onto my back. As I complied, she moved over me, straddling my thighs. I looked at her naked beauty, the glow of her body, the bliss on her face. Her breasts and hips, so perfect as she looked down, her eyes connecting with mine.

I felt the warmth, the heat of her core through her hips, as her thighs rested on mine. Her knees rested on either side of me, holding my legs together. I liked feeling the weight of her on me, to feel her body press mine into the bed.

Her hands reached out to caress and play with my breasts through the sheer fabric of the bustier, her fingertip tracing around my erect nipples, grazing over them, gently pinching them.

Her touch was delicate and sent tingling sensations that directly connected my breasts to my core and I felt the wetness build between my legs along with the heavy tension and pressure in my abdomen. I felt my arousal shift from a pleasure of pleasing someone to one of my own physical reward.

"Rachel, you are absolutely beautiful. You are so enticing. I haven't stopped thinking about you since I last saw you."

I looked at the beauty of her full breasts as they hung in front of her, how her body tapered through her waist and then out to the sensual curve of her hips, "I wish I would have realized what could have happened that day that you helped me in your shop. I just didn't know. I was too obsessed with my boss."

"Shhh," she hushed me. "It doesn't matter. We're here now. Relax for me."

Her hands traced along the sides of the corset and then across the exposed part of my midriff. "I'd like to take this off of you," she said referring to the corset, "but I love how it looks on you and I know how you like the way it holds you tightly."

My hands slid up her arms and to her breasts and Katie leaned forward to kiss me. "You don't know what to do with yourself, do you?," she smiled.

Her smile made me smile, "I just feel so good just being with you."

Her finger pressed between my legs against the thin strip of my panty and I instantly reacted to her intimate touch, "Oh God Katie."

I writhed beneath the weight of her hips, the excitement and anticipation of her touch already driving my arousal. When I looked at Katie I saw a knowing smirk as she enjoyed my response from her simple touch.

Soon her hands slid over to my hips and under the waistband of my thong, sliding it slightly down within the restriction of the garter straps, pulling it away from my naked lips. Her knees remained on either side of me, trapping my legs together.

She paused and her hands gripped my hips as she stared at my face. The anticipation built in me, between my legs, expecting her touch within me, the feeling quickly building to a desperate need to feel her.

She leaned forward and kissed me again, this time her tongue pressing in, purposely tangling with mine. She quickly moved to my breasts, sucking on my nipple, gently biting it, mixing in a touch of pain. And as she did that, her finger slid into my wetness and I shuddered beneath her.

I closed my eyes and I surrendered to her. Her touch was so much more erotic than any I had experienced. She knew how to caress me almost better than I did, and that mixed with the anticipation, desire and the fact that I had yielded the control to her brought me instantly to the edge.

My breaths hitched each time she touched me and I agonizingly enjoyed a bliss I couldn't provide to myself. I begged her to take me further and she told me I had so much more to experience.

I felt her hand expertly undo the clasps of the garter belt and she raised up off of me and slid my tiny thong down my thighs and off of my feet. She pressed my legs apart as she slid between them, first kissing my bare area above my folds before lowering her mouth to taste me.

I bent my knees as I felt her tongue pressing inside of me. She quickly moved up and found my clitoris, caressing it with her tongue before she began expertly teasing it, using her tongue, lips and teeth.

I felt as though I was constantly reacting, my pelvis and thighs so tense that any time she touched me just right I bucked. I felt her slide fingers into me, caressing my core and also stroking my wetness across my perineum.

I was in this state of extreme arousal for so long, over stimulated from her mouth on my clitoris, her fingers caressing my walls and her thumb sliding over my perineum that I didn't realize I was going over the edge.

Wave after wave crashed over me, my muscles tightly contracting and spasming, every erogenous zone of my body feeling electrified as my mind was engulfed in a colorful euphoria.

I will never forget it.

As the euphoria gave way to a blissful fulfilling sense of contentment, I realized Katie was resting her head on my stomach, her hand still gently stroking me from my canal up to just the edge of my lips. I first stroked her head but then had an overwhelming need to hold her.

I pulled her up and we held each other. I felt a desperate need to remain connected to her and nothing else in the world mattered at that moment. We laid on our sides, our arms gently caressing each other as my breathing slowly came back to normal.

"Thank you," I whispered.

She leaned in and kissed me, "You were everything I imagined. I can't believe you've never been with another woman."

"It just never happened for me. The opportunity never presented itself and I really was never curious until I was in your changing room," I paused. "Did I do okay?"

She laughed, pulled me closer and kissed my head, "You really are simply obsessed with pleasing, aren't you? It explains all of your desires doesn't it? You didn't do just ok Rachel. I meant it when I said you were incredible. It'll be my most memorable experience, probably, forever. Was it the same for you?"

I couldn't stop rubbing her back and thigh, "It was. I will never forget this. I haven't felt like that. Ever. And I know you'll make fun of me, but it was so exciting, erotic, to feel you respond to me. I've never felt that with anyone."

"I'm so glad you came up and knocked on my door."

"I am too," I admitted, then I asked, "Will we do this again?"

"I hope so," she said with a smile, "I hope we do it a lot more. But do you know what I hope for even more than that?"

I looked at her pretty eyes locked onto my face, "What's that Katie?"

"I want you to make decisions for you. Not your husband. Not because of what everyone will think. Make decisions that fill your desires and make you happy. You are so beautiful when you are happy and free."

I held her as we lay there, actually she held me, and the rest of my life crept back into my head and I thought about how I felt and what it would be like to prioritize my needs, my desires.

The silence was broken by the muffled sound of my phone buried in my purse. I looked around the room and realized it was now dark outside. I looked at Katie, "That can only be one person wondering where I'm at."

"You're more than welcome to stay here, but I don't know how much sleep we'll get."

I laid back in the pillows, breaking our embrace for the first time, staring at the ceiling. "I want to, but I have to see the boys, plus I have work."

"Well if you change your mind, you have my number."

I sat up and she continued to rub my thigh, "Can I ask a question?"

Katie sat up next to me, crossing her legs, "Sure."

"The man that changed everything for you, the one you told me about in the cafe, do you still see him or talk to him?

She leaned her naked body forward and kissed me gently. "It wasn't a man," she paused, "But I do see her from time to time. She's married now and has a little girl, but every so often she steals time away for us."

I smiled and she continued, "And if you're wondering if I have any regrets, the answer is not one."

She moved in close to me and we began to kiss and caress one another until she pulled back, "Rachel, I want this to be a beginning, not an end. And I want you to know that I will always answer and be here for you when you want as you figure your journey out."

She reached behind my back and untied the corset and unclasped the bra, pulling it away, exposing my very sweaty midsection, also exposing my breasts. "You can't wear this home."

I murmured, "No... I can't," as I leaned in to kiss her again.

We kissed and felt each other's naked bodies, my arousal growing to the point that I was just about at the point that I would be willing to stay the night, and then she released me.

Katie stood up and pulled my hand, helping me off the bed, "Let's get you dressed."

She asked me to wear the thong panty she brought me, and also asked if I would leave my midnight blue bra and panty for her. I didn't hesitate to agree, but as I dressed, I wondered why the night was ending, I hadn't necessarily wanted it to.

Once I was cleaned up and dressed, while Katie was still naked, we talked for a few minutes before we promised each other that we would meet again. I told her how much this day had meant to me, how I thought it had changed me, how differently I was thinking.

She smiled and reminded me that she found my sexuality and confidence very special and told me I should embrace that.

We checked to make sure we had each other's numbers and I took the remainder of my gifted lingerie set and kissed her goodbye.

As I exited the elevator and entered the lobby, I paused just to savor the moment. I didn't want to leave Katie, but she gave me an experience I will never forget, and it changed my outlook.

I began to walk to my car, and I knew I was going to have to return to my life, call my husband, see my kids, go back to work. And that all was just fine, I was content.

As soon as I started driving I called my husband. He mentioned that he tried calling and I told him I was having a good time with Katie and didn't hear the phone in my purse. I apologized for being out so late and he asked if the boys could stay up to see me. I told him of course, and that I was only about 20 minutes away.

I put the kids to bed that night and changed into comfortable PJs before grabbing something small to eat. My husband asked about my day, telling me he didn't remember anyone named Katie. I told him she was a good friend I knew from work and hadn't seen in a while, and that we lost track of time as we sat and talked.

I slept so well next to my husband, still feeling the touch of her fingers on my body.

Friday morning when I showered, my hands lingered over my once again bare folds, and the thrill returned. I went to my drawer and pulled out a black bra and thong, and then selected one of my favorite fitted outfits to highlight my body.

When I got to work, I felt as though everyone noticed my energy. A few peers commented on how upbeat I was and my assistant Alyssa said my lunch meeting yesterday must have been really fun.

As I sat in my office, I allowed myself to accept that I enjoyed the variety of exciting and kinky sexual encounters I had experienced. I allowed myself to admit that I missed it. I allowed myself to acknowledge that I had desires.

I kept hearing Katie's voice in my head, reminding me to do what was right for me, not what I thought everyone else wanted. I thought about Mr Hammond, I thought about going back to him. I asked myself if it was really what I wanted and if I could go back to him on my terms, or would I rather it be exclusively on his terms.

I thought about my family, I thought about the potential consequences. I wondered if I could be honest with my husband, would he accept who I had learned I was. And I worried that it wasn't fair to even ask him.

The only thing I knew had to remain constant were my three boys, there would be nothing that got in my way of having them in my home, in my life.

I resolved though that I wasn't going to continue as I had been for the past months, I wasn't going to live denying myself what I desired, sacrificing what I wanted for someone else.

I called my mother in law, apologized for the short notice, but asked if she could take the boys for the weekend. She was more than happy to have them and said she would be over when they got home from school to get them.

At the end of the day, I walked up to Mr Hammond's office and found his assistant Julie. She noticed my confident demeanor and we talked for a bit before I asked her for an appointment with Mr Hammond. She looked at me with a knowing smirk and asked if I wanted what used to be my normal Monday morning time slot.

I did.

That afternoon, after the boys left, I changed into a fitted cocktail dress and made myself a drink. When my husband got home, he looked as if he thought he had forgotten our anniversary and asked where the boys were and what was going on.

I told him I wanted a weekend for just us, very specifically telling him so that we could enjoy each other. As he changed out of his suit, I flirted with him, and worked to build his expectations of a weekend in bed with the sexiest woman in his life. And he flirted back while I felt a flicker of our spark again.

We had a fun night. We went to our hang out spot, being lucky enough to get a really good table. The food wasn't fancy but excellent as always and the band was really fun. They played music from when we were in college and we danced to half of the songs.

When the band was done, we headed home. I was nervous, I kept hearing Katie's story in my head, and I didn't want it to be true for me. I kept trying to temper my expectations, reminding myself not to expect him to be something different than he has ever been.

As soon as we walked in, I wrapped my arms around him as he held me close and we kissed. I was whisked back to college when we first began to date and the comfort I felt in his arms.

We had a good remainder of our night. He took me to bed and slowly undressed me, but didn't acknowledge my lingerie or my return to a clean shaven intimate area. We had sex in our normal missionary position, but something about the way he hovered above me made it more arousing. And although I didn't truly climax, I found more pleasure with him than I had recently.

In the morning I woke him up by slowly stroking his morning erection, gently tracing my fingers along it, watching his face react to my touch, as he lingered in that twilight sleep.

Before he opened his eyes, I straddled him, and slowly lowered my core onto his shaft.

Afterwards I laid on his chest, pressing my breasts against him as he stroked my back. He told me I was incredible, that he didn't expect that kind of wakeup. I was content that he was happy.

Eventually we got out of bed and I cleaned up, but I didn't dress, choosing to spend the morning nude as we went downstairs and I made coffee for us.

"What's gotten into you?," he asked.

"I don't know, but we never have time to be playful and exciting anymore. Why can't we do that? I like being this for you."

"You're already everything I could have ever wanted."

I smiled, "But it's ok if there's more that you want from me."

We eventually went upstairs to get dressed, I was surprised and excited when he joined me in the shower and his hands lathered my body.

He asked if there was anything I had planned for the day, anything that I would like to do. Wanting to make the day special for him, I told him I thought we could do his favorite activity, golf, and he called his favorite course for a tee time.

As we dressed, I let him choose between a bright blue thong or an emerald green Brazilian panty and he chose the blue thong. I wore a skort and a tight sleeveless golf shirt that had an integral sports bra.

We had a playful fun round of golf. My husband is very good and he played well, and I was just happy that I did better than usual and didn't hold him up. But what was even better was that he was in a good mood, playful and more flirtatious than he had become since we had kids.

That night, we went downtown to an outdoor rooftop bar that is a favorite of ours. Decorated in a combination of white and bamboo with paper lanterns lighting the patio, it was a wonderful evening. After a nice dinner and drinks, and a night of fun conversation, we headed home.

I have to admit I was high strung. I was full of expectations and anticipation and I had decided I was going to tell him about my desires, and if I had to, explain to him that I needed more from him, I needed him to give me a different excitement.

As I followed him in the house I unzipped my dress and let it fall off my shoulders. He grabbed two beers from the fridge and when he turned around I stood in front of him in just my blue bra and thong. I slowly squatted in front of him and reached forward and undid his pants.

I didn't hesitate to take him into my mouth. I hadn't performed oral sex for a man, let alone him, in a few months. He tried to tell me I didn't need to do this, and I paused and told him just to enjoy his wife pleasing him.

It wasn't long before my skill and effort combined with the arousal of the situation caused him to flood my mouth with his climax, the familiar taste of my husband coating my tongue.

After I swallowed, I licked the last of his leakage off of his head, and while looking up at him, put his now flaccid cock back in his slacks and zipped them up before standing up and taking my beer from him.

We stood together, him fully dressed, and me in my lingerie as we drank our beers. I was so happy that he let me please him, feeling the slight tenants of submission and degradation that aroused me.

He looked at me and broke the silence, "That was amazing Rachel, but you know you don't need to do that. I don't expect that."

I felt this rush of heat race to my cheeks as his timid words were ruining the progress I thought I was making. Remembering my resolve, I looked at him, the look of contentment on my face replaced with candor, "Why don't you expect that? Why don't you want that? Why can't you want that? I need you to. I need you to want it, expect that, demand me to do that?"

He was startled as a wonderful, playful 24 hours suddenly took an unexpected turn for him. He was completely unaware of the changes that had been happening in my life and now what I was asking was so foreign for him.

"Rachel, I don't know what I said but I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to ruin this."

"I know," I told him, "But I don't want to just be a middle aged mother of three boys as you called me. I want you to be excited by me. I want you to not only want me, I want you to take me, to use me, to have to have me."

"You know I want you, don't you?"

"I have never doubted your commitment to me. But I need to feel," I paused, "I don't know how to say this. I need to feel a carnal desire from you. I need to feel needed sexually."

"Are you asking me to be more spontaneous? More aggressive? Less routine?"

"Yes. All of that. And more," I exclaimed.

"Rachel," he pleaded, " I will try to do all of that and more. You just have to tell me. I want nothing more than your happiness and excitement and everything that you want."

As always, I deferred, I apologized, I told him I shouldn't have let this build up and I should have found a way to talk about it but I felt like I had dropped hints and made inferences and it didn't seem he was paying enough attention to see.

He took me upstairs and we had good sex. There was too much pressure on him, and he was uncomfortable taking charge. We switched positions several times, but he was awkward, asking if I wanted him to spank me or pull my hair. It was unfair to surprise him and ask him to be someone different than the man I had married.

The best word for Sunday was uneasy. My husband was on eggshells trying to figure out who I wanted him to be, which to some degree was nice, at least it was clear he was willing to try. But I also sensed that he was trying to process how and when I had become this woman who needed more from him.

I spent the day with the boys, hearing about their weekend with Grandma and Grandpa, checking over homework, and getting them ready for their week at school, doing laundry and cooking dinner. When they went to bed that night, I leaned against my husband on the couch as we watched a football game.

I still loved him.

But I wondered if it would ever be enough.

After we went to bed, as I laid awake next to my snoring husband, I began to think about what I would say to Mr Hammond the next morning...