Spreading My Wings Ch. 02

This story series chronicles my initial extra-marital experiences. They began late in 2013 after over forty years in a monogamous marriage. Originally, my husband gave me permission to seek sexual gratification from other partners as a gift of his love; I subsequently gave him freedom to do the same. We now have an open marriage that includes swinging, sharing, and threesomes. I am a mature woman (over sixty) who still enjoys energetic sex. Despite flab, wrinkles, and saggy boobs, I have no problem attracting and satisfying younger partners. These are real life encounters. I don't falsify my appearance or pretend all sex outcomes are perfect, so don't expect porn-like fantasies.

This chapter is very short because I was too drunk to remember most details and I passed out for several hours.

SandraMustard 2014

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She got me drunk and seduced me.

I had just been given a hall pass, permission to have sex with anybody I felt an impulse to pursue. I intended to use it, but I wasn't actively searching for a partner, so the first impulse belonged to a person who pursued me.

I worked part-time in a store. A female co-worker had some relationship trouble and I helped guide her through it. Twenty-five years older than her, I followed mothering instincts. My advice didn't restore her love interest but helped her deal with her loss and move on. Because I showed that I cared, she wanted to take me out to dinner. Instead of eating a full dinner, we only snacked on one appetizer while downing two drinks apiece. That's all it takes to get me loose and is my usual limit.

We moved to the bar area and had another drink; she soon had a fourth. In the privacy of a booth, she came out to me. I had no idea she was a lesbian. Either I didn't pay close attention when she described her love interest or she deliberately misled me about her gender. I didn't realize my co-worker was testing my reactions with her revealing statements. Her orientation didn't concern me; I still considered her a friend that needed emotional support.

The drinks made me loosely affectionate. I leaned against her when I laughed. When she had a melancholy moment, I covered her hand on the table with mine. To soothe her other times, I hugged her or patted her back. My actions are probably what encouraged her to believe I would be receptive. She begged me to join her for a bottle of wine at her home so we could talk more.

I was bombed by this time and my recollections are quite fuzzy about the details of what transpired the rest of the night. Drinking from tall wine glasses that seemed to empty themselves fast, we sat shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip on a couch big enough for three people. She was more touchy-feely with her hands, holding mine, touching my arm, and once the bare skin of my thigh. I'm sure the increased contact was deliberate but my mind was too numb to recognize her advances.

When I put my wineglass down on the coffee table, she turned to me, her hand pulled my face to hers, and she kissed me. When I let my tongue dance with hers, she was all over me. Her hands cupped my breasts then slid inside my blouse and bra to rub a nipple. She slowly removed my top to free my mounds. Her soft hands and wet mouth worked my chest over. I found my hands holding the warm, soft flesh of her boobs. I can't say I wasn't enjoying the sensations but I don't know if I was getting excited or drunker. I was powerless to do anything but go along.

She forced me back so her hand could go inside my shorts. Her finger gliding into my cleft of Venus created enjoyable sensations. At this point, I know I was getting aroused. I don't remember her undressing me, but suddenly, an experienced wet muscle digging in my naked pussy was driving me crazy. I had her hairless vulva in my face, her mons resting on my chin. I did the only sensible thing I could think of; I licked everything I could reach. I bet I was terrible but I don't know. She was a cunnilingus expert. She ignited orgasm after orgasm with my clit in her mouth.

Too much alcohol and too little blood to my brain caused me to pass out. I don't remember much of the next hour ... or five for that matter. I have vague impressions of bodies and movements. Was that her head hovering over me or someone else? Who was kissing me? What was sliding into my vagina? Did a man join us or did she use a strap-on? I. Don't. Know.

Several hours later, I awoke in her bed, naked. She got up and fetched a fizzing drink for me. Minutes later, we were sitting in robes in her kitchen. I downed two cups of strong coffee while she put cold cloths on my neck. From her concerned inquiries, I think she realized that I had been more incapacitated than willing. I had trouble conveying my muddled thoughts but attempted to put her at ease. Although I never felt curious before and new interests weren't awakened, I wasn't offended by her seduction.

I shouldn't have driven in my condition but I did. Taking back roads, I made it home somehow. I crawled into bed about 2am according to my husband.

I awoke close to noon with a terrible hangover. I was still dressed and on top of the bedspread. When I used the bathroom, I reeked of sex so I took a shower immediately. I used my hangover as an excuse not to talk about that night with my husband. I needed time to sort out my thoughts, but even after time, I didn't figure out everything that happened. Eventually, I told him just getting drunk embarrassed me. He never asked for more details.

I would procrastinate so long before telling my husband exactly what happened, nine months would go by. I figured he knew I was with the woman I said I was meeting. It wasn't supposed to be a sexual encounter so he shouldn't suspect I was hiding something.

At work, my schedule didn't align with the woman for two weeks. Suddenly, we were advised that she had quit. The storeowner mentioned later that she gave an employment-reference for her in another state. Moving away made it easier for me to ignore my night of indiscretion.