Opening the Floodgates: A wife's first Lesbian encounter

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Her husband reacted surprisingly well too, suggesting that they enrol in therapy to help both of them exit their long-standing relationship. I took this as my cue to make a commitment and said I would move to the suburbs to be with her and her three children, once her husband had moved out. I had never danced with a woman in this way, but her right leg naturally pressed between my legs and my leg between hers, and our breasts came together as our heads slid next to each other. Her hair lightly brushed my face, and as I took a breath her fragrance flooded my senses, still fresh and crisp but with a stronger hint of muskiness as if I was literally breathing her skin and hair. It seemed as though neither was leading, neither was following, but we were just moving as one.

Like this article? Sign up to our newsletter to get more articles like this delivered straight to your inbox. Marsha moaned as my tongue once again touched her lips. She opened her mouth wide to take it inside, and we were again kissing passionately. My name is Susan. I'm a happily married 50 year old mother of 3 grown children, and this is a true story of my recent and first experience with another woman.The song ended too soon, and as we slowly and reluctantly separated, both looking into each other's eyes while still lightly holding each other, we both said, "wow" at the same time, which made us laugh as we held hands to leave the dance floor.

When a slow song started, Marsha and I stood there uncertainly on the dance floor, as did most everyone else as most of us were women, until amidst some light laughter, everyone just seemed to pair up and dance together while slowing the pace and talking with each other.As if in slow motion I leaned down until my lips were inches from Marsha's. I closed my eyes and moved down. "Mmmmm," I moaned when I felt Marsha's soft lips under mine. My tongue came out of my mouth. To know that I could finally come clean to my worrisome friends felt liberating beyond belief. I didn’t care about sacrificing my youth to move to outer London with a swarm of forty-somethings. All I wanted was to be with her full-time, and for it to be out in the open that we were together. Our bodies were now very visibly moving together with our hands roaming up and down each other's bodies and our pubic mounds grinding together. At one point we began to slide our breasts from side to side against each other's chests, our nipples engorging and growing sensitive as we mashed and rubbed our tits together. I would lovingly yet forcefully hold her head in both hands with her hair trailing between my fingers, turn my head slightly to the side with our mouths open fully so I could feed my tongue as far into the depths of her mouth as possible.