Over Fifty Housing – Olivia

OVER FIFTY HOUSING — Olivia

I am a 60+ year old bi woman. Many of my stories, originate in memories and recent events of my life. All contain a combination of real and fictional characters with names changed as appropriate to protect the guilty. They are memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination. I am submissive by natural inclination in most relationships, most often extremely submissive in sex.

If you like kinky mature women I hope you will enjoy my stories and comment on what you liked and perhaps didn’t like to help me improve. I sometimes, to better frame the scene, include passages from stories I have previously published here on Literotica.

In this series I write as Doris Sweeney a White, widowed, bisexual, 53 year old woman.

From OVER FIFTY HOUSING — Writers

Lynn arrived at just a little before 7:00. She did not look like the oh so reserved, ‘business suit’, Lynn I met when she first moved in or even the woman who was in my office just last Monday. She is about 5 foot 5 inches, I am slightly taller. She was wearing a white silk top that allowed her nipples to reveal that she was braless. Her top ended well for above her tight black Spanx pants revealing a ribbon of bare skin and a long floral scroll tattoo on her lower back. Those Spanx just accentuated wide hips and the lovely swell of her butt. She also wore tall red heels. Her graying blond hair was in a long braid that hung on her back almost to her waist.

As I poured her a glass of wine she noticed I was barefoot and kicked off those heels. Her toe nails were red and accentuated the dark skin tone of her ankles and feet.

As we talked Lynn very quickly got to the point. “Doris, Monday was an important day for me. I was honest with you and let you see the me no one has. Now you tell me the truth. How long really have women been in your life sexually?” “Show me the real Doris!”

I explained that I had spent my entire adult life happily with one man and had been with only one woman before I married and that was when I first finished college.

As our meal cooked we sat in my kitchen and talked. I explained that long ago before I was married my work took me to a conference where I was sharing a room with a woman my age, a colleague. This was two years after college. The short version of the story has the hotel made a mistake and gave us a single king room instead of two queen beds. We thought nothing of it. Two adult women in a bed big enough for four people…what could go wrong? What could go wrong was an understatement because it did not include the influence of alcohol. In the end we would have been fine with one twin bed. She was experienced and I was not but from the first kiss I knew it was something I wanted. I guess it was really then that I realized I was bisexual.

I told Lynn that the one experience did not change me really and I eventually married a great guy, had children and led a very normal life until…

Lynn urged me on, “Until what? Don’t stop now! What happened?”

I was hesitant to answer. Her question brought back memories of a time and events I am not proud of. In the end I told her the truth.

“Over the years I always had an attraction to women, I loved to watch them, look at them, imagine sex with them, particularly younger women. I thought I was discreet but I too was being watched. It only a few years ago when a year after my husband passed my middle child, my daughter, and I had sex. She saw me looking at a woman in a coffee shop and confronted me. I’m not proud of it but it changed my life. I realized that for years I suppressed a need that was filled by Val for a while and then you for a bit. Now we’ll see who comes along but the door is now open.

OVER FIFTY HOUSING – Olivia

I smiled and asked Lynn if she would like to borrow a tee shirt, just for tonight. By the way, Lynn looks wonderful in a Minnie Mouse tee shirt.

In the evening the easy conversation continued.

“Doris, remember Cliff? The guy you introduced me to?”

“Yes, of course. Nice guy, was I right? Do you still see him?”

“Doris, you mean you don’t know?”

“I don’t know what? What about him?” I laughed.

“You mean you actually did not try him out before you recommended him?”

I laughed, “No Lynn, he and I had dinner. There was no real chemistry. I did not ‘try him out.'”

“Well then, let me be the first to tell you, Cliff has a perfect penis.”

A little surprised by her comment I said, “Lynn, what the heck is a perfect penis?”

Lynn continued, “Why Doris, it’s a penis that is the perfect length, the perfect thickness, with the perfect slight bend to it to make perfect contract with all the parts of me that bring me to perfect orgasm over and over again.”

She wasn’t done, “On our first date we went out to dinner and returned to my house and…… we did have chemistry. Not love but Perfect!”

Still not done, she continued: “Now Cliff is a gentleman and when he offered to use a condom I assured him I was well beyond needing that. Doris, then a little alarm bell sounded in my head and it was not about getting pregnant. I was concerned because the other reason for wearing a condom was to to prevent getting or giving an STD. I assured him I was certain that I was clean and waited for similar assurances from him.”

“Instead he explained that some time ago his doctor had referred him to a fertility clinic as a sperm donor. It seems that ninety-nine percent of his sperm were Olympic level long distance swimmers and he had an exceptionally large number of them. Again I assured him that even though I was myself an Olympic level baby producer, we both laughed at my little joke, my body was no longer producing the egg his swimmers would be looking for. He laughed at our little back and fourth and in the end he assured me that his swimmers were disease free.”

“Doris, I was well beyond getting pregnant so no worries. Cliff explained, continuing the juvenile swimmer analogy, that his swimmers were delivered in a very large pool. I stopped the analogy. Cliff are you trying to say that your sperm are very active and when you cum you cum a lot?”

“Finally he explained that he has always produced a lot of cum, a lot, and some women find it ‘uncomfortable.’ I again told him it was not a problem. I was wrong. That first night after just once the overflow was running out into my butt crack and when I stood, down my thigh.

I noticed that Lynn was almost too happy about this discovery, this perfect penis.

But there was more, “The following weekend we went to his cabin in the Smokey Mountains. I bought extra panty liners. With the perfect penis orgasms came the need for panty liners, lots of them. He gave me many orgasms and I used a lot of those liners. Perfect! At one point he was in my mouth and started to cum. I would not have thought it was possible for one man to produce that much cum and yet recover so quickly. I was in heaven but I could not swallow fast enough and it was running out and down onto my breasts. Over and over that weekend he filled me up. I thought nothing of it and was happy I made him excited enough to do it.”

Now for the rest of the story. Lynn was quiet for a moment and then she said, “Doris, I’m pregnant!…. I need your help. I did a store bought test and then went to see my gynecologist. She told me what I should have already known. Until you go an entire year without a period you can still get pregnant. I know that now! I am!”

We were sitting at the kitchen table and Lynn got very quiet but I could see her hand moving under Minnie Mouse down between her legs. This conversation was making her excited. Something was wrong with this woman.

“Doris I cannot have this baby. I’m alone and too old. I’m so sorry this happened but I can’t, I just can’t.” She paused for only a moment.

“My doctor said that if I have the baby she will arrange adoption. Doris, what do you think?”

I couldn’t help myself, “Whose baby is it? Is it Cliffs? Have you told him? Are you sure.?

She had no immediate answer but after looking out the window for a moment she said, “Doris, I don’t know. There was another guy a week or so before Cliff but it was only one night. The truth is I don’t know how long I have been pregnant. My last period was a few weeks before my son and I…….” She hesitated. “It was so light…….” She hesitated again. “The one before than was I don’t know when. I was sure I was no longer able to get pregnant.” Lynn was sobbing now wringing her hands together on the table. I took her hands in mine. (Dear reader, yes she had sex with her son. To learn more read OVER FIFTY HOUSING — Writers.)

“Lynn, I can not tell you what to do. I can only tell you what I did.”

“What you DID?”

“Just after my husband died I had a one time fling with a friend, a married friend, a married friend with three children, our attorney. My husband had given up on sex or any intimacy for a almost a year before he died. Two weeks after we buried him our attorney was in my home helping me sort through the mess. In our papers I found something, a memento, that made me cry and he hugged me. That hug led to a kiss. The kiss led to touching and to bed. The truth is that at that moment I just wanted a man. I needed to surrender.”

“Like you, I had not had a period in a long while and I really thought that part of my life was behind me. A month later I found out with a test kit, like you, that I was pregnant. My doctor Susan confirmed it, told me about all the risks and offered to support and help me with whatever decision I made. I can’t tell you how much I cried trying to decide what to do. In the end I weighed the choices, ran out of time and called Susan. It was an outpatient procedure, and in her office and very quietly on a Monday morning Susan made the problem go away.”

Lynn, I could not go to an abortion clinic. I could not bear the thought that I was actually getting an abortion even at this very early stage of pregnancy. I could not bear the thought that at 50 I allowed myself to get pregnant. Did I do the right thing? Yes and no. It was the right thing for me and the man who made me pregnant. I did not tell him and never will. Was I selfish? Yes, I would be lying if I said otherwise. Do I regret my decision? Yes, now and then when I see a baby.”

The best I could do was to tell Lynn, “I will stand by you in whatever decision you make.”

She was still crying. I kissed her gently and she melted into my arms. Two women trying to find a safe place to hide in each other’s arms, I never felt more naked and vulnerable than I felt at that moment. Then I found out something I had not expected. “Doris, one reason why I thought initially that I was pregnant was my experience from past pregnancies. Being pregnant makes me horny, incredibly horny, all the time. Like right now. She took my hand and pulled it between her legs. She was wet, very wet. As soon as my hand touched her vagina she began to move against it. She leaned in and whispered, “Inside me, put your fingers inside me.” Her eventual orgasm in bed was not quiet. Late that night we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I loved having her in my bed each night and making love to her whenever it moved us, bathing together and being a couple but more than that my friendship with Lynn was changing. I think I was falling in love with her.

I had not slept regularly with another since my husband died and just off and on with Val. I did not want this to end but I knew it would. I was careful to try in every way to not show how my feelings toward her were changing. I was worried I would scare her away.

Then it happened. We were in bed, just saying goodnight. I kissed her and she did what she always does when she wants more. She reached up under my nightshirt and touched one of my breasts. I yielded to her as I always do and pulled my top up over my head. She did the same and our panties followed. I was the aggressor tonight and moved to push her to go down on me. I stopped her for just a moment with my hands on her face and looked in her eyes. Then I opened my legs wide and welcomed her in. I hooked my hands behind my knees and pulled my legs up and out. Lynn’s hands were on my butt cheeks pushing them up and pushing pillows under my lower back. Thank you yoga! She kissed my thighs and in a moment was licking me with long slow licks that ended just below my clit. We spent the night giving each other wonderful orgasms and fell asleep spent and naked.

She stayed with me and we became in every way a couple but only for a short time. In my heart I knew there was a Stacy and a Cliff. I was not the only lover Lynn had. I asked her one day, “Lynn, if we are together like this what about Stacy?”

Lynn smiled and said, “Oh, Stacy knows all about you and would love to meet you.” What the fuck does that mean? It was clear, Lynn was with me but Lynn was not only with me. A few days later as I was doing the laundry I pick up a pair of Lynn’s panties, panties loaded with drying cum. Seems Cliff was still in the picture also. That evening I asked Lynn if she was still seeing Cliff. Her answer was typical Lynn, “Of course silly, how often do you find a perfect penis? Oh, he knows all about us and can’t wait to see you again.”

It seems that I’m the only one who is not delighted with this situation. I had a very bad feeling that I had better get delighted or I was going to be on the outside looking in. That evening I asked Lynn if she would like to write a story about a three-way with her, me and Stacy? She replied as only Lynn might reply, “Of course I could do that but wouldn’t it be easier to just invite her over? You will love her. Stacy has a perfect tongue you know.”

Eventually I would meet both Stacy and Cliff (again) but those stories are best told on their own, stay tuned.

It was time to move on with life and we agreed to meet with Olivia and start the writers group.

I called Olivia and invited her over for our delayed first meeting.

Friday came and I stopped by the store to buy a few things for our afternoon together. As I waited in line to check out a friend, Joan, fell in line behind me. As we chatted she mention that she had heard that Lynn was staying with me. She told me that she thought it was great that I had found someone. Then not meaning to or maybe being very deliberately mean she told me to be careful. She had seen Lynn’s car parked overnight in Cliffs driveway just a few days before. I was silent and didn’t let on that I already knew. It annoys me that everyone knows everyone else’s business in OFH.

Lynn and I had planned that first meeting for Friday evening but Olivia could only meet in the afternoon (hubby conflict) so Friday evening became Friday afternoon. In an email back and fourth discussion with Olivia I learned that she did not actually live in OFH. I didn’t think much about it until the day we met her.

I happened to be looking out the front window when Olivia’s car pulled in my driveway. Car is the wrong word, mini-van, soccer mom mini-van, older mini-van, better describes it. I watched as she got out and I remember thinking, “We have a problem.”

Olivia appeared younger than I expected, maybe thirty, I had never asked. We would later learn that she was 28. She was dressed very much like the last woman who had graced my door with an offer to read the Bible and lead me to salvation. I thought, surely she knew that two women who lived in OFH would be older, perhaps even of a different generation, ‘experienced women of the world.’ With that last thought I silently laughed at myself for even thinking it.

The door bell rang and I saw Lynn coming from the bedroom into the hall as I opened the front door. There was no mistake, no bible, it was Olivia. Introductions all around confirmed it and my hopes for prayer and salvation were crushed. We moved to the den. Lynn and I had not discussed what to expect but I for one did not expect a 28 year old mom of two young children. So much for writing erotica, that idea seemed pretty much out of the question.

Now about Olivia. She was clearly much shorter than either Lynn or myself. I guessed five foot-one or two. It was 5 foot-two. Although her clothing was, in every way, ultra buttoned up and conservative it still had a hint of kink hidden in the very tall black heels she was wearing. Her tan shirt was just above the knee and had all it could do, given the tiniest waist possible, to hide hips and a butt that both flared out dramatically. The very obvious hour glass shape of her figure would have been hidden somewhat by that skirt except that she was imitating Dolly Parton above the waist as well right down to the bleach bottle blond hair. Her off-white blouse seemed to have been bought for a different person, a smaller person, and the buttons strained to contain their treasure. To be honest she was not quite as well endowed as Dolly Parton.

All three of us talked about our pasts, our current lives, and our expectations for the writers group. Needless to say, Lynn and I did not dwell on our current status of “roommates.” Neither of us even came close to mentioning erotica.

Then Olivia, much like Lynn before her, couldn’t stop talking. She started by telling us she could use some advice. She went on to tell us how nice it was to have women to talk to. The short version of her story was that her hubby apparently had lost interest after the second baby was born. It was clear to me at least that Olivia was much less interested in writing than having other women to talk to.

As we talked she confessed to not having had to “dress up” in a long while, just a little over a year since the youngest came along. She confided that none of her tops fit anymore with her breasts swollen to meet the needs of a constantly hungry little one. I’m not sure if she was bragging or complaining but she mentioned about how even her two year old wanted to nurse again when he saw his baby sister doing it. The problem was that the two year old was starting to talk and took great delight in telling his dad “mommy milk yummy.” Her husband it seemed was not shy and after a few beers would forcefully help himself at the most awkward times.

We didn’t really encourage her but she continued and confessed that nursing gave her great physical pleasure, even sometimes what she thought were gentle soft orgasms. Maybe there was hope for her writing erotica after all. Olivia asked us both if we had experienced the same. Lynn said she had never nursed. I told her that only one of my boys was my child by birth and although I did nurse him it was just a nice warm motherly thing to do, no orgasms came from it.

Just to see where this might lead I went on to explain that my husband had always been able to bring me to a satisfying orgasm by sucking my breasts even before the baby. After the baby and while I was nursing the orgasms he could bring me to that way we’re wonderful. Telling her that was nice. It was a little secret from my married life that I enjoyed telling them both.

I noticed that as she spoke Olivia’s skirt was working it’s way up her lovely white thighs. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care. When she uncrossed and recrossed her legs I caught a flash of white panties.

Olivia, however, was not done. She told us that she was worried that the demand for milk had put her body in overdrive. Her breasts had grown two full cup sizes since the baby was born and sometimes even with the slightest stimulation the milk would just not stop flowing and she had to pump often which just further stimulated her body to produce more.

There seemed to be no shutting her up. If she went on much longer we would soon know her shoe size. In the den, those heels were long gone and she was barefoot and a few of the the buttons on her blouse had given up trying to keep it together and her white lace bra and some deep cleavage were visible.

When Olivia arrived I saw in Lynn’s face everything I needed to know. Neither of us had met Olivia before and I saw in Lynn’s face that she intended, if possible, to get to know Olivia well beyond our writers group.

When Olivia did stop talking it was only to thank us for listening. It was then that I realized that looking at younger women was what got me in trouble with my daughter and I was looking at Olivia the same way.

We started talking about writing experiences and Olivia as I had come to suspect had little if any experience. She did keep a journal at one time. To reassure her, I mentioned the journaling I had done in college and my time on the college newspaper. I told the truth when I mentioned writing erotica for an online publisher. I just know I beat Lynn to it when I suggested that she, Lynn, had written secret stories for her husband to “relight the fire” and to hint at what she wanted from him.

Lynn of course, not to be undone mentioned that the story that has most effected her husband and made him want sex again was a story about her and her friend Stacy. She suggested that men, it seems, are more jealous of their wives having sex with another woman than sex with a man.

I could tell Olivia was not uncomfortable with the idea. The drinks were having their effect. “That sounds like a great idea but I have never…… I wouldn’t know where to begin to actually do that. I mean doing it not writing about it. I could write about it. I have thought about it. Not the husband part but the other woman part.”

I suggested we start by writing something with no end objective in mind. I suggested, “Write about a secret desire fantasy you have that you have never told anyone.”

We gave Olivia the web site name and our author names for the erotica stories we had published.

We all agreed to give it a try and meet again in three weeks when Lynn would return from visiting family in Georgia. I suspected that Lynn’s last minute trip was more than just a family visit. Olivia seemed relieved at having three weeks. As she was leaving I noticed that the front of her blouse was just changing color where it was getting moist.

That evening at dinner it was obvious that Lynn and I were at odds on this woman. I thought she was asking for help to fix her marriage and perhaps secret desires. Lynn wouldn’t say but I knew she had something else in mind.

Lynn left for home after supper to pack for her trip. I fell asleep concerned that we had misled Olivia. Oh well, plenty of time to fix that while Lynn was away. I will call Olivia in the morning.

I did not wait until morning. I awoke during the night and e-mailed Olivia asking if we could meet “just the two of us.” We met for coffee on Monday morning.

Olivia had only an hour free of the children so the conversation had to be quick. I started, “Olivia, did you really want to join a writers group?”

She told me she kept a journal and did want to write and had started on the story we had agreed on but she also wanted women friends to talk to and confide in.

I asked her what she meant by “confide in.”

She was not shy but she hesitated and said, “Doris, I really appreciate that you took the time to meet with me, just the two of us. My mom died when I was very young, long before I married and I miss not having her to confide in.” That hurt, I admit I am ‘almost’ old enough to be her mother but I sure as hell don’t want to be thought of that way.

Olivia continued, “There are so many things but just one of the reasons why I need a woman to talk to is my changing feelings about sex. Doris I read your stories and I see in myself now having had the many of the same feelings you expressed. I have lots of questions about sex with women. I don’t know how to make sense of all these feelings.”

I touched her hand. “Olivia, do you want to talk about this when we have more time than we do today?” Before she could answer I told her, “I’ll listen if that is what you want. I can coach you if that is what you want. I like the kinky idea of being old enough to be your mom and teaching my daughter.” I laughed but Olivia didn’t.

She looked at me seriously and said, “When? How do we start?”

This was a real WTF moment. How in any way am I qualified to be a sex therapist life coach? How the hell did I fall into this? I looked at her and said, “Olivia, I’m not at all sure where this goes but we can talk about anything you want to. When do YOU want to start?”

Without hesitation she said, “Tomorrow night. My husband leaves tonight for a week and I’ll put the children to bed and we can be uninterrupted from 7:00 on.”

I agreed and then she started asking questions again. Olivia started by telling me she had stayed up late Saturday and Sunday and read all my on line stories and Lynn’s as well. Then she dropped the question I did not want to answer, “The story about you and your daughter, was it true?”

“Yes it is true.”

“Will you tell me how it happened?”

I looked at her and explained that I would tell her the details if she wanted tomorrow night but for now let’s just say that my daughter is a lesbian and she caught me checking out another woman and she took advantage of a weak moment. It was wrong. I would not do it again but it did make me accepting of the fact that I am bi-sexual. I have been with both men and women since that happened.

I then asked her why it was important to her.

She got serious, “Doris, we don’t have a lot of time today but…….I knew more about you than I let on when I answered the ad for a writers group. A friend of mine is good friends with Valerie, yes your Valerie. Doris, I watch lesbian porn a lot while my husband is at work. I want to understand my feelings and if you would help me do that I would be forever grateful. I also need to understand what it is that makes me attracted to other women. I am not a lesbian but……. I have no experience with this but I want to explore it. Maybe we could just talk about what you feel being a bisexual, having sex with other women. We don’t have to do anything.”

I looked at her, “Olivia, no secrets ok? Tell me the truth always and we will see what happens.”

She smiled and nodded yes.

On the way home I drove by Cliffs house. Lynn’s car was in the driveway. He, I’m sure, drove her to the airport but I’m also sure she stayed with him Saturday night. I wonder if she told him she is pregnant.

I had a lot of thinking to do. All the way home I was thinking of how hopeful Olivia looked as she dumped the problems of her world on me. It just might be that she is just a frustrated wife in need of a little coaching and a good fuck by her hubby. Tomorrow night the education of Olivia starts.

When I arrived Olivia seemed very nervous. I reassured her that this was all going to be ok. We would just take it slow and everything will fall into place. She smiled and just said, “Yes ma’am!” I thought that was an odd way to answer me. She is constantly dropping hints that I am old enough to be her mom, it’s annoying.

She was wearing very short shorts under a man’s dress shirt. Without the longer skirt it was obvious that she had lovely thighs and great legs. I couldn’t help but for just a moment imagine them wrapped around me.

Olivia offered me a drink and I took only a Pepsi. Yes I know a Pepsi is a drink but do I have to spell it all out? In any case I had had more than a few already that day.

She asked nervously if we should use the bedroom. I told her we should stay in her living room. She was seated next to me on the couch.

She started by apologizing for implying that I was old enough to be her mother. She tried to explain that she was thinking more of a life coach, a mentor.

Olivia asked me again about Val, how I met her, why we split. I explained as best I could.

(Dear reader, some of the following is taken from previous OVER FIFTY HOUSING stories.)

Olivia, Val and I discovered we both enjoyed Yoga and we both have done it off and on for years. We searched the OFH activities list and found…nothing. I was thinking it but Val was the first to say it. “Let’s start a group.” We got a permit to hold classes at the OFH Club House and we were off. This is very much the same way I decided to start the writers group with Lynn.

As Val and I planned and talked it became obvious that I was the more experienced. Val was interested in why I had spent so much time doing Yoga when so many other forms of exercise were available. She had hopped around gym to gym, activity to activity, more social than workout.

I told her the truth as best I could. As I spoke I surprised myself by how honest and open I was being with her. I told her my husband was in the construction business and in really good shape. He was also very demanding in bed so Yoga was my way of keeping up. Flexibility I thought was more important than strength and Yoga gave me that. I didn’t know anything about Val’s sex life at that time and Olivia kept asking for more information.

I don’t exactly know how it happened but I was telling Olivia in graphic detail about my sex life.

She asked, I answered. Somehow I told her that I never refused him and he had access to every part of my body, every hole.

Val asked and I explained that John and I discovered anal sex one day when he was licking me.

That one hole John loved has been off limits since my youngest was born. A difficult birth can change even an accommodating hole. It certainly changed mine. My remaining holes work just fine and I made a point of getting really good at giving him oral sex.

Val, like you Olivia, asked me about how I found out I was bi. I was hesitant to answer Val and I’m hesitant to tell you. The question brings back memories of a time I am not proud of.

It was years ago when my middle child, a daughter, caught me looking at another woman in a coffee shop. She asked me if I was checking the woman out. I answered, “Of course not. Don’t be silly. Well maybe, what about it?”

My daughter then asked, “Mom, tell the truth, have you ever?”

This conversation was awkward because daughter number one is a lesbian and came out in high school. She could tell… I suspect they can always tell.

I answered her honestly. “No I have not, the opportunity never presented itself, and to tell you the truth I do not know what I would have done if it did.”

She just smiled and said, “I knew it.”

When we got home and sometime later she asked me, “Mom, would you like to try the ‘soft side’ of sex with a woman if it were possible?”

I simply said, “It’s never going to happen, baby. There is no one interested in me that way.”

She came very close to me and said in a very soft voice, “Mom, I’m standing right here.”

We should never have but we did. She put her face, her lips, inches from mine, and waited. I surrendered and initiated the first kiss. As her lips parted I slid my tongue between them and not long after, into her mouth. I was the aggressor. We were alone in the house and I pushed her into the master bedroom and kissed every part of her body as we removed each other’s clothing. I pushed her back onto the bed and put my hands behind her knees as I pushed her legs up and apart. I was licking her as I had learned to be licked by my husband. She was very wet and her musk was incredibly erotic. I don’t think she had ever shaved or trimmed but I found her clit and licked it as John licked mine. I don’t know how long it went on but I felt her pull me up alongside her and she pushed my leg up and then she was licking me. It did not end until we had both had an orgasm.

Laying side by side in each other’s arms we agreed it would never, could never, happen again and it didn’t. The thing I remember most is looking at her naked and seeing myself at twenty. It was wrong but it was so overwhelmingly sexy. My daughter is every bit as talented orally as my husband! I must admit that my first experience with the ‘soft side’ of sex was an eye-opener.

Now about Val.

I was pleased when Val agreed to a river cruise trip. It was number one on my list for years but John wouldn’t hear of it. The departure date came and we were ready. Our trip to France was uneventful, If you have to travel by air, first-class air travel, I expect, is always the best way to fly.

Our arrival day hotel in the center of Paris was lovely and the day gave us a chance to take a private guided tour of the city before boarding the boat. The River Boat arrived while we were on the tour and we saw it dock. The following day we were aboard and being escorted to our cabin.

Lovely top deck, river view balcony, immaculate cabin…with ‘one’ large bed. Now, dear reader, don’t get excited. We knew there was only one queen size bed when we booked the suite. It was the only top deck suite available and we expected to spend very little time sleeping.

Once aboard we unpacked and once underway, we casually toured the boat and then changed for dinner. Dinner was just marvelous. Wonderful food and excellent wine. After dinner, we spent some time in the onboard casino and each lost our agreed-upon $$$!

As it grew late we returned to our room and finally had a chance to check the welcome basket the cruise line had left for us. We also found a bottle of French wine left for us as we were having dinner.

We took the wine out to the balcony and drank a glass or two as the Paris skyline faded into the distance.

As we reentered the cabin Val was quick to change out of her dinner attire. Honestly, I think that was the first time I saw her nearly naked. Well that is not at all true, we had showered and changed at the gym. It was however the first time I had seen her nearly naked after having had two drinks at dinner and a glass of wine after dinner! She went as far as the very lacy, sexy bra and panties she was wearing and dared me to join her “in undies” out on the deck.

I took off my dress and to better her ‘dare’ stopped with only my panties on. I joined her on the balcony and poured another glass of wine for each of us. When Val saw me in only panties she smiled, leaned forward, unfastened her bra and while looking at me threw it overboard.

The truth is, compared to Val I have small breasts at 36 barely a B. I was envious.

Val held out her glass to clink mine and offer a toast. “To Doris and Val, partners in crime.”

We sat until the bottle was empty on a beautiful warm moonlit night. Val broke the silence, “First dibs on the bathroom side of the bed.” She got up and reentered the cabin. I finished my wine and as I reentered the room she was just coming out of the bathroom… Naked. She climbed into the bed and pulled the covers up. She looked at me and said, “Brush your teeth and come to bed sexy.”

As I climbed into bed I told her how wonderful this trip had been so far and said good night. I leaned over and kissed her cheek and she also said good night.

I turned out the light and listened to the sounds of the boat. I wondered why we were both naked less than a foot from each other if we had not both intended more. Only a moment had past when I heard Val say, “Doris?” I felt her hand on my thigh, I turned on the light, and turned toward her. We were kissing and her hand was moving up my thigh onto my chest and up to my breasts. She was so gentle, almost as though it was her first time.

I thought I felt her hand shaking as she caressed my breasts and then the hesitation was gone and she was sucking my nipples even gently biting them. Then her hand was between my legs and her fingers were probing. I was so wet, had been for hours, that her fingers easily found their way into me.

I repositioned herself on her back and said, “Doris, I want you to lick me.” I was surprised. It was not a request. I liked her taking control and without hesitation I did as she asked. She was very wet and reached orgasm quickly.

She was treating me the way I had always dreamed of being treated. I had always wanted my husband, anyone to just take me, use me, and Doris was doing exactly that.

I had spent my life being willingly submissive to my husband. My experience with my daughter where I took control and was dominant was a sign that I needed that in my life.

Olivia thought for a moment and asked, “Doris were you more” She hesitated as though searching for the right word, “submissive with your husband than you are now?”

I thought about her question and answered as best I could. “I wouldn’t use the word submissive. Did I do as I was asked sexually? Yes always. Did I let him take the initiative? Yes always. Was I his sex slave?” I laughed a little. “Only sometimes.” I continued, “Now it’s different, I like being in control, deciding what will happen, being more demanding sexually, being the one in control, perhaps too much.

Olivia just looked at me and said, “Doris, I thought that about you. I like that about you. My husband doesn’t initiate sex very often. I would like it if he was MUCH more demanding.” I was learning that Olivia once she stared talking kept talking. “Once when we were first married he was playing poker with the guys and he bet…….me and lost. He was drunk but when everyone else went home one guy, his best friend Jason, stayed behind. My hubby led me into the bedroom while Jason followed. I knew what was going to happen, I heard the uproar when he lost, so I only half heartedly resisted. They took my clothes off and while one or the other held me down they took turns with me. I remember how it felt to have him in me while my husband watched. He was bigger than my husband and I had an orgasm almost right away. My husband was so guilty the next day that I did not tell him how much I loved being dominated like that.

Today I wish I had told him but I was young and naïve. I was worried that he would think I was a whore or something. Imagine that, the two of them practically raped me and I was worried what he might think. The truth is I actually hoped it would happen again. I actually wanted him to hold me down and watch as another man fucked me. It never did happen again, not that way.”

I asked Olivia, “What do you mean, not that way?”

“Doris, when I went off the pill and got pregnant with our first, I was horny all the time, all the time. The bigger I got the more needy I became. That is unfortunately when he completely lost interest for a while. So, I did what I never should have done, when I accidentally pumped into Jason at the supermarket, I invited him over. Jason was single and only too willing to visit while my hubby worked or even sleep over when he travelled. My husband never knew and never will know.”

“Jason was, like your husband I imagine, very demanding physically. I learned more about sex from Jason in those few months than in all my years single or married.

Doris, my husband was not into oral sex at all. Oh, he liked it when I sucked him but he went down on me only once and even that time only for a moment. He told me I was too wet and did not smell or taste good. I let it go and like many wives, I guess, lived without it.

Jason was so different. He loved to lick me and not just my vagina, she hesitated, my butt hole too. I loved that, I never knew it was so sensitive. Jason talked a lot during sex. He also laughed a lot and told me I was so wet he would not have to wash his face for a week. One time, I remember so vividly, I had a huge orgasm while he was licking me. He brought his soaked face close to mine and told me I had just squirted in his mouth. I didn’t know what to say or how to feel I didn’t know I did that. Should I say I’m sorry? Just as I started to speak he kissed me. He put his wet face and mouth on mine. After the kiss he looked at me and asked if I wanted a taste? Without another word I licked his mouth and face I thought I tasted wonderful. While I was licking him his fingers were in me, stretching me open.