It's Not Really Unfaithful - Is It?

"You sit here often?" she asked.

"Yes most nights when Richard's away. I read, listen to music and sometimes drink too much."

"Sounds divine," she said as we both took sips of wine from the large glasses.

We had turned so we were half looking at each other. Kathy had removed her jacket and I saw that the crisp, white blouse was very tight around her boobs and across her back, it gaped a little at each buttonhole. She looked great and I felt slightly tipsy.

As we had turned, so we had bent our legs at the knees and these were almost touching. Kathy rested her right elbow on the back of the sofa and used that to support her head. As she was slightly behind me, I had to turn even more to look at her. I did, our eyes locked, she raised her eyebrows, we smiled and she said. "Ok Cat?"

"Yes Kathy," I replied leaning back so my head was against the sofa.

"You sure?" She said quietly as her hand moved from supporting her head towards mine.

I looked up and replied quietly.

"Yes."

Her fingers found a strand of my hair and stroked it.

"I mean Cat, are you really sure?"

I wasn't quite sure what she meant. Whether she was referring to our earlier conversation about being lonely or to her fondling my hair. She had pulled her knees onto the seat of the sofa and tucked her feet under her bum. That made her skirt ride further up her legs and, as it was only a two-seater sofa, it placed her knees very close to my leg.

I felt nervous. Half of me was thinking that she was making a pass, the other half thought I was being silly and mistaking pure friendliness for something more. The surprising thing to me was that part of me, probably quite a large part too, wanted it to be a pass.

Her fingers went deeper into my hair, she ran long strands through them, slowly and deliberately.

"This ok?" She said sounding rather breathless and a little husky.

I couldn't look at her, I had my eyes cast down, I certainly couldn't speak. I had never felt anything like the sexual tension and the sheer nervousness I was experiencing. And that was suddenly heightened when I saw just how far her skirt had now ridden up her legs. There was absolutely no doubt that again she was wearing holdup stockings.

"Wine often makes me feel very er, mellow," she said softly her hand now touching the crown of my head her fingers softly rubbing it in little circles; it was clearly a caress, maybe a signal of something I thought, but what, I wondered? Surely it was a pass, surely this wasn't her just being friendly, surely this was a lesbian or at least bisexual advance?

"Mellow?"

"Yes Cat mellow. You know what I mean don't you?"

"No, yes, I don't know, I'm not sure."

"Look at me?"

My heart pounding so loud I was sure she would hear it, I raised my eyes and turned my face towards her. She smiled and in her eyes I saw the look I had seen in many men's eyes over the years. She wanted me, I knew it; it now seemed so obvious. All the previous events and experiences now had a meaning.

"You must know Cat."

"What?" I croaked as I saw her face moving towards mine.

"That I feel more than just friendship."

"Oh," I whimpered rather pathetically.

"You do understand don't you?" she whispered her face now just inches from mine; I still looked down.

"I don't know Kathy."

I felt rather than saw her moving closer. She took hold of my chin, I did nothing. She brushed my hair away from my face. She slid her lips across my cheek. It made me jump, but it felt so nice. Pulling on my chin she turned my face towards her, I didn't react, but I kept looking down and not at her.

"Cat, I think you do know," she whispered as I felt her stocking covered knee press firmly against the bare skin of my leg a few inches above my knee. "Look at me Cat."

I looked up, our eyes met, she moved her face closer and then she kissed me. It was not a full mouth kiss, but one where both of her lips kissed and gently sucked my lower lip. I didn't respond, but then I didn't pull away.

"Is this ok?" she asked. I couldn't muster any words, but I nodded and she kissed me again. Once more it wasn't a full on kiss, more a lip caress than anything, but it felt lovely. I was shaking with nervousness. "You have guessed haven't you Cat?"

"Guessed what?" I croaked.

"About me, about us?"

I didn't know what to say, what stance or direction to take? I felt light headed, it was as if my mind had left my body and I had a ringing, no more a rushing sound in my ears. But then my mind exploded with emotions as I heard some of, if not the most erotic words I had ever heard.

"Have you ever been kissed by a woman before Cat."

A little moan slid past my lips, a little groan and a sigh, more a whimper escaped as I felt the pressure on the back of my head pulling it towards her. I looked up and opened my eyes just in time to see her lovely lips opening and once more seeking mine. Just before they found them I mewed.

"No I haven't."

This time it was a full on kiss. This time it was an open mouthed, lip squirming kiss. This time it was a tongue plunging kiss. And this time it was a kiss to which I found both my mind and body responding. It wasn't, though a particularly long kiss, but it was a sweet, passionate and interesting one.

Her lips and mouth were softer than what I was used to, everything was smoother and her perfume wafted over me. There was none of the harsh bristles of a man and she seemed instinctively to know exactly how I wanted to be kissed. First, enquiring and passionate then soft, gentle and loving and then alternating between both.

She broke the kiss, but left her right hand on the back of my head in my hair and kept her face very close to mine. I looked down again avoiding contact with her eyes, for I was finding the whole situation very difficult to cope with. I was embarrassed, but excited, confused yet intrigued and interested, but concerned. My heart was pounding and my pulses were racing. I was panting slightly and my body felt like jelly. I kept telling myself this couldn't be happening to me, but the pressure of her hand on the back of my head told me that indeed it was.

To make everything worse, or was it better, when she had wiggled her way across the sofa so her skirt had ridden even further up her legs. Now, the hem of the skirt was on her stocking tops, I could see the pale flesh above them and her black panties.

"Never, not even once Cat?"

"No Kathy, well not like that?" I said as she ran the back of the fingernails on her other hand across my cheek and lips to my chin.

"Like what?" She asked softly as she smiled and her eyes glinted at me.

"You know," I whispered as I kept my eyes averted from hers.

She ran her fingertips onto my neck and down to where my neck joins my shoulders.

"Yes Cat, but I want you to tell me, I want to hear it from you," she went softly stroking along the underside of my collar bone. It felt so sensual, so intimate and so come on.

"What?" I groaned as I felt my body responding strongly to her touch that was now moving down the bare skin of the top of my chest.

"What type of kiss Cat? What type of kiss was it for you?"

"Oh Kathy you know."

"Yes, but tell me Cat. Tell me what it was?" she asked as her fingers reached the neck of my top and held the edge of the material.

"Oh Kathy it was, oh you know, sexy."

"Oh Cat yes, yes it was," she whispered her mouth going very near to my ear as her fingertips slid a few millimetres inside the neckline of my yellow top. "And were you comfortable with that?"

I hesitated as I took in the feeling of her fingertips slightly inside my top on my bare skin just where my breast flares out from my chest.

I looked at her. Her eyes were full of tenderness and concern. She looked so pretty. Hardly audibly I whispered. "Yes Kathy."

As I said that so her hand slid further down the outside of my top and she brushed her fingertips across my right breast. It was as if she gave an electric shock.

"And this?" She asked her lips and tongue finding my ear as her fingers continued to slide softly over my boobs.

"Oh Kathy," I groaned loving the sensations but fearing that they were so wrong as her lips again found mine.

This time the kiss was blatantly sexual, it was full of meaning and suggestiveness. She used her tongue like a cock and my mouth like a cunt. She was fucking my mouth with her tongue as, at the same time, her hand cupped my left breast and squeezed it with exactly the amount of pressure it wanted. It felt wonderful and unconsciously, I swear, I pushed my boob against her hand.

The kiss went on for what seemed an age and the longer it went on the better it became. Not only that, but also the more it continued the more I began to relax and before I was fully aware of it I had put my arms round her neck and I was kissing her back, just as I did with Richard.

"Cat I have wanted to do this for so long," Kathy whispered as she parted our mouths and we looked into each other's eyes her hand still cupping my breast.

"Have you Kathy," I replied rather inanely, not really having any idea how to reply.

She kissed me again and once more I felt her fingertips back on where my breast swells out from my chest. This time, though, they didn't stay there but were slowly edged downwards inside my thin top to the edge of my bra and then slightly inside that so her fingertips could only have been a tiny distance from my nipple.

Was this going too far I wondered? Not necessarily too far physically, but emotionally. Was it too much too soon? Had she taken me from an innocent wondering whether I was reading the signs correctly to her co-respondent in lesbian love too quickly? Was she pushing my boundaries too far and was she stretching my sexuality flexibility to breaking point? I didn't know, but I was close to stopping her, pushing her off and slinking back into my comfortable world of heterosexuality.

Close, but not quite there. I was mulling on that when I felt her hand slip right inside my bra and cup my bare breasts. I was still mulling when she pinched my nipple between her finger and thumb and there was still a degree of mull when I felt her pull my top down so that she bared my breast.

The mulling stopped though when, with a low noise, almost like that made by a cat when very content she said in a quiet whisper. "Oh God Cat they are beautiful, your breasts are magnificent."

Without any further ado her lips went round my nipple and she sucked it like a baby on a teat.

I cried out, I arched my back and my hands held her head pulling her mouth more firmly to me. The pleasure was immense and put an end to my mulling. In retrospect it was that moment that instance when she first sucked my nipple that ended my bi curiosity and addiction to being straight.

"Cat can we go somewhere?" She asked.

I had no idea what she meant. "Why?"

"I feel on show surrounded by all this glass."

"It's totally secluded, no one can see. What's the problem?"

"I want to make love to you Cat, I want to have complete and utter sex with you, I want to take you to bed. And I can't do it with all this fucking glass round me, I feel as if I'm in a fish bowl."

Although she made me smile as her fairly frequent swearing did, her words crashed over me like a waterfall. They were so erotic, so wanton, so appropriate and so exactly what I needed to hear, I think. But I was reticent. The enormity of what Kathy was suggesting felt overwhelming and once more I went into a state of total conflict. I was afraid, afraid of the unknown, of going past a vague point I thought of as my sexual boundary and afraid of the potential consequences of doing that. Yet I was incredibly aroused and amazingly excited. Kathy had made me feel things I'd never experienced before. I liked being with her. She was so gentle and caring, considerate and kind, yet very knowing, sexually wise and very, very seductive. I wanted to please her. My body wanted to do as she asked, but my mind was urging caution. My inner self was saying yes, my alter ego, no.

"Well Cat?" She asked sitting up straight her blouse stretching across her breasts and gaping at each buttonhole showing sights of her bra and boobs.

"I don't know Kathy, I just don't know."

We stood up and she kissed me, well more licked my lips again; it was so different and it was gorgeous.

"I think you do know Cat, I think you know very well, don't you?" She asked holding my face with both hands and looking deep into my eyes.

She kissed me again. No she didn't kiss me, this time we kissed. And this was again something so different and so wonderful. To be in her arms, to have her in my arms, to have my breasts against her, to have her breasts against me, to feel my tummy against her body, to feel her stomach against mine, to have our legs pressed together were all incredible. Her hands were in my hair, up and down my back and on my bum squeezing it; I held mine still on her back, for some reason right on her bra strap.

As she broke the kiss she repeated. "You do know don't you Cat."

"Yes Kathy, yes I do," I said in hardly a whisper. "Come on," I said sliding my boob back into my bra and pulling my top up.

I took her to a spare room, we have plenty in the ugly Victorian pile. I thought it wiser, more considerate. We stood by the bed. "Ok Cat?"

"Yes."

"You sure, we can stop right now and never talk about it again," she said putting a strong psychological argument to me. After saying yes I could hardly now say no so I said.

"I'm sure Kathy."

She took me in her arms again and whispered. "I take it you have never done anything like this before with a woman.

"No, nothing."

"Not even at school?" She asked sliding her hands inside the hem of the tee shirt type top.

"No."

"Or at uni?" She persisted easing it upwards.

"No nothing," I replied as the yellow material came over my boobs, up my chest and off my head.

"Oh God Cat, just look at what all womanhood has been missing."

I smiled. "You flatterer."

"Yes absolutely" she said smiling back and cupping both of my breasts inside the white, lace as good as see through bra. "And from where I am standing Cat, it gets me everywhere," she went on adroitly unclipping my bra and quickly removing it. She looked, no she stared intently at my naked tits. My nipples had hardened completely and I felt a little embarrassed, even though I am generally comfortable about how my boobs look. Her hands pushing them together and pinching each nipple sent streams of excruciatingly lovely sensations through me. "And if you'll forgive my coarse language," she went on. "They are fucking lovely." She kissed each breast in turn

"Oh baby you just get on the bed like that." I sat on the edge of the bed

She stood beside it, close to me so that our knees touched. Hardly taken her eyes from my body for a second, as she undid her blouse, nonchalantly unclipped and removed her bra and then slid her skirt off. She looked gorgeous and, I acknowledged hugely sexy, something I doubt I would have even thought about let alone acknowledged a few weeks ago. Wearing just a black thong and her long, lacy topped, hold-ups with her high heeled shoes she looked awesome.

She sat beside me. "You look amazing Cat," she whispered as she put one arm round my shoulders, cupped my breast with her other hand and then kissed me. After a little while we fell back so we were lying on the bed. It was then that I touched her breast. I knew of course from touching my own what the feel was like physically. It was the emotional sensations that hit me, particularly as she closed her eyes more tightly and let out a little moan.

"Mmmm that's lovely," she sighed as her hand edged enquiringly down me, moving from my breasts to my chest, onto my tummy and further onto my lower abdomen and then up the few inches of my skirt until it touched my pubic mound. She cupped that in her hand and squeezing me through the thin, silky material she applied the wonderful pressure to my clitoris. That made me erupt with a level of sexual pleasure that I had forgotten existed. It sent feelings of such high intensity through me that I started to cum immediately. She instantly recognised this and, continuing the little circular movements of her fingers right on that magic spot, she cuddled me tightly to her with her other arm so that our breasts were again pressed together the nipples merging into one mass of pink, rubbery female flesh.

I shuddered to a rapid and very, very heavy climax in which my breath came in deep pants. I began to sob due to the sheer intensity of the feelings I was experiencing. Kathy was with me through every shudder and spasm, every sigh and groan and every shiver and shake of my body. Seemingly thinking nothing about taking, but being focused on just one thing, making this the most wonderful experience she could for me.

It was so different to be totally the centre of attention with my pleasure being the only agenda item. Different due to the lack of the urgency that precedes a man's ejaculation. Different due to the gentleness, her knowing ways, her softness and sweet smell and the lack of body hair. The feelings I gained were similar to those with a man but so different in many ways.

Momentarily sated I collapsed in her arms. Sobbing and heaving partly at realising the boundary I had just crossed, partly from the guilt of cheating on my husband, partly with a sort of fear or in a way shame as thoughts of my children flooded my mind, but mainly from the sheer degree of sexual pleasure that I had just gained. It was the most emotionally draining experience I had gone through since I had lost my virginity.

We lay there for some time Kathy softly stroking my hair, lightly touching my breasts and planting small kisses on my cheeks. With me still in my skirt and her in her black panties and stockings there was a mood of gentleness combined with expectancy of what was still to come from this elegant and erotic wantonness. I had never experienced anything like this for normally, men seem to want to get away from the woman almost as soon as he has climaxed. But with Kathy that seemed the furthest thing from her mind.

With both of us now fairly, but by no means totally, relaxed, we chatted in the way we usually did at the gym. Kathy explained that she had been attracted to women for many years and that now she considered herself to be almost completely bi-sexual for she still enjoyed a very active sex life with her boy-friends.

"And" she went on with a giggle. "With the odd bit on the side now and then."

Obviously I took the chance to question her on whether the feelings I had gained with her meant that I was potentially a lesbian.

"Absolutely not" she said with conviction. I also asked would I in the future be likely to become more and more attracted to women. She explained that it doesn't work like that. Her feelings and those of other bi-sexual girls she knew were sort of compartmentalised and that when with men they were totally straight, but then, again, when with women they were quite the opposite. "But, she laughed cupping my breast, it does mean you can enjoy both and believe me threesomes can be great, reckon Richard would fancy me?"

Smiling I replied. "Any man would Kathy," as the rather bizarre thought of my somewhat staid lawyer of a husband indulging in a threesome. But then I thought maybe something like that is needed to rekindle our sex life.

"Would you do that?"

"Maybe, would you ask him?"

"I'm not sure."

"I would be up for it Cat."

"Have you had many Kathy?"

"Er no, not really, probably seven or eight in all, but with three different couples."

"What about girls by themselves like us?"

"Just two," she said pausing and cupping my breast before adding. "Well maybe three now Cat."