Mature married wife has her first lesbian experience

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.

I work for a small company with about a hundred employees spread across the country, and every December they fly us all to our corporate offices in California for an annual staff meeting and Christmas party. Although a long trip for me, I’ve grown to look forward to this long weekend and the opportunity to spend time with my co-workers. Now that our 3 children are grown and out of the house, it’s easier for me to schedule this time away from home and my husband of 30 years. The most exciting thing happened to me during my trip this year.

After our first day of meetings concluded, we changed for dinner and our Christmas party. Although dinner is always nice, the after dinner celebration is always a little disappointing and usually consists of us all just mingling and talking with some piped-in music in the background as the company owners are fairly old and past their partying prime. Most of the employees are 40-55 with families back home, and even though we’re no longer in our 20’s, we’re not dead and we’d still like to enjoy some music and dancing.

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Things wound down about 9:00, too early to turn in, so a small group of us left the restaurant on foot in hopes of finding some decent dancing music in one of the nearby bars. Some locals pointed us to an upscale bar with a couple small dance floors that usually has good music on weekends. When we arrived we noticed the bar was nicely appointed with dim lighting and good dance music, and although pretty packed, we managed to find a couple of tables in the back. I noticed that most of the patrons were the same age range as us, and most were women, similar to our small group of mainly women with just a couple of guys.

The dance floor was packed and it looked like most were dancing in groups rather than couples dancing, and as there were many more women in the room than men, most of the dancers were women, which was fine with me as I’ve found women usually like to dance more than men anyway. After settling in, we all joined the party on the dance floor, and soon we were all just dancing together. In between songs we struck up conversations with some of the other women that were dancing and found that many of them also worked together and were out after a company dinner same as we were. We seemed to bond with these other partiers as we talked about work, being away from home, and just having a good time.

It seemed we were all 40’s to mid 50’s with spouses and mostly fully grown children, but one difference was that our group was mostly Caucasian and they were mostly African American. We continued to drink, dance, and visit, and after about an hour we were all like one big happy group of friends. The dance floors weren’t big, so when we all danced there was little room to move, causing us to make frequent body contact with other dancers. We were all bumping, swinging each other, and occasionally grinding to the music, and I was enjoying the slight friendly physical contact of these other women.

One of the ladies I had just met, Marsha, danced next to me for a few songs and we began to talk and get to know each other. We kind of hit it off as she was also married with 3 grown children. Marsha was a striking lady with rich deep chocolate skin, a full head of thick black hair that hung in ringlets around her exotic face and dark brown eyes. She had high cheekbones, large almond shaped eyes, and with her thick hair I imagined she had some Asian ancestry, although she was as dark as the night.

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Marsha was lively with a warm engaging outgoing personality, but her most striking physical quality was her somewhat large mouth with thick full lips that spread into the most infectious laugh and smile displaying beautiful straight white teeth. She was actually captivating when she smiled and laughed, and we were enjoying dancing and getting to know each other.

We’d casually bump, grind, or swing each other to the music, and I was enjoying the contact and closeness of my new friend. Marsha also had the freshest scent from just a hint of vanilla from her perfume when I was close to her, layered with a slight muskiness, the combination was mildly intoxicating and I found myself wanting to be close enough to her so I could deeply inhale her fragrance.

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.

Marsha looked at me and said, “shall we?”

I looked around a little nervously, and noticing others were also dancing, I said “why not,” as we closed the short distance between us.

Her eyes seemed to grow bigger as she approached while looking in my eyes and lightly placing her hands on my hips.

Marsha was wearing a short tight skirt showing off her long muscular black legs and well rounded butt, and a low-cut sleeveless top that displayed her bountiful chest with modest cleavage showing. Her arms and shoulders were strong yet still feminine with the outline of her muscles softly visible beneath the smoothest silkiest dark brown skin. I felt a small jolt of electricity as my hands made first contact with her skin when placing them lightly on her bare shoulders as we began gently moving to the music. I couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast of my lightly colored hand on her deep brown skin.

Marsha was a little taller than my 5′ 9″, and she was curvaceous and full bodied with wide hips, a round full butt, and breasts perhaps a little larger than my full chest. We both still showed that we were mature mothers with a little more body than we had in our 20’s, but we were also both in good shape. I have long legs, narrower hips, and a small tight ass that my husband just loves to grip when making love. I wear lots of skin tight workout wear while home and my husband says he loves to watch my long strong legs and tight ass, men! I have light brown hair, blue eyes, and full sensitive breasts that my husband never neglects. Marsha and I must have been quite a contrasting sight dancing together.

Marsha smiled at me, leaned to whisper in my ear, and purred, “mmmm, this could be nice,” as we then closed our bodies and began softly, slowly dancing as I would with my husband.

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.

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Whether from the drinks, the closeness to Marsha, or a combination of both, I began to get a little lightheaded, and a warmth began to spread thru me as her fingers on my hips began to softly move to my back and then lightly stroke my upper buttocks while pulling me nearer, gently pressuring my pubic mound with her thigh. My hands on the naked silken dark chocolate skin of her shoulders began to warm. It seemed so natural to lightly stroke her shoulders, and then wrap my arms further around her full body as my hands traced up her back, beneath her hair to her neck, and I began to lightly run the ringlets of her hair thru the fingers of one hand as the fingers of my other hand lightly traced the dark skin of her long graceful neck.

Marsha slowly turned her head to my ear, so close that I could sense her full beautiful mouth but couldn’t quite feel it’s touch, and then whispered, “so nice.”

Her breath on my ear sent shivers radiating from my ear to my toes, and I felt a slight twitch in my pussy. Her mouth was so close to my ear that I could feel the warmth of her lips and my ear so wanted her to take it into her wonderful mouth.

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.

Before getting to our tables, Marsha stopped and flashed me her beautiful smile and said, “hey, come with me,” and before I could respond she began leading me as we held hands to the far end of the bar and around the corner to the adjoining restaurant section that was now closed.

We found a series of small private dining areas now dark and deserted by the wait staff, so we entered one of the private dining areas and stopped by the wall as she turned toward me. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, “but after that dance, I just didn’t want to be around the others.”

“Me neither,” I said as we stood closely, looking in each other’s eyes.

As my husband and I have aged together, we’ve opened up more sexually to each other. We’ve spoken of our fantasies, watched porn, read sexy stories, and explored a variety of toys. As I suppose with most men, my husband’s biggest turn on is to imagine 2 women together, with me being one of the women. I’ve never experienced another woman, but I have wondered what it would be like, tasting another women with my mouth, licking her clit and parting the lips of her pussy with my tongue. My husband is a great pussy licker and I love him to make me cum with his mouth and fingers, so I’ve wondered what it would be like from his perspective, with me making a woman cum with my mouth and fingers.

My husband tells me that watching women kiss turns him on more than nearly anything, so soft and sensual, and I’ve also wondered what it might be like to kiss the soft lips of another woman. We’ve fantasized together when making love about sharing another, sometimes a man and sometimes a woman. Although we’ve never actually included another in our love making, I knew if my husband were here he’d be encouraging me now.

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My back was against the wall as my hands found Marsha’s hips and hers went to my shoulders and our bodies closed like magnets, not quite touching as we barely held ourselves apart, as though our auras were joining. Our heads went alongside each other and we traced each other’s faces lightly with our cheeks, noses, and lips, breathing in each other, until we finally could wait no longer and our lips quivered, barely touching. We began to lightly kiss, so amazing, her lips were so different than my husband’s.

Marsha held still as I lightly kissed her large thick upper lip, tracing it with my mouth from one side to the other, very lightly drawing that thick beautiful lip into my thinner, smaller mouth, and letting it travel along her upper mouth. She began to lightly moan as I then moved to her fuller lower lip, again lightly mouthing it as my smaller lips lightly engulfed her heavy yet silky smooth lower lip, moving from one side to the other across her full mouth.

She could be still no longer as her moan increased and I then felt her full mouth start to move into a soft full partially spread lip pucker and then completely engulf my smaller mouth. My mouth was completely held between the soft slightly moist warmth of her larger fuller lips. I was motionless with my lips relaxed and very slightly parted as she began to perform magic on my mouth, lightly sucking my mouth into hers, moving her lips, softly devouring my upper lip, my lower lip, my full mouth, until I responded in turn and our mouths were working together on each other, moving in unison while time froze and all our senses were concentrated on our joined mouths.

We kissed like this for what seemed an eternity, though I’m sure it was just a few minutes, still not using our tongues, but I could wait no longer. Her big full lips tasted so marvelous that I had to discover what treasure and flavors the depths of her mouth held for me. As I drew her upper lip into my mouth, I used the tip of my tongue to lightly trace its soft spongy fullness. Marsha moaned again as I then transitioned to licking her thick upper lip back and forth with the full flat of my tongue.

I then inserted my tongue more fully beneath her upper lip, parting my lips and reaching to tongue her beautiful upper teeth and gums. I knew then that I wanted to taste every corner and depth of her mouth, and this was the beginning. My tongue travelled back and forth across her upper teeth, her gums, and the inside of her upper lip. Our breathing increased as occasional moans escaped from us both.

I needed more. I lightly held her face with my hands and tilted her head as I moved mine opposite and we now hungrily mashed our lips together, our kiss growing in wetness as our mouths parted, allowing Marsha to fully accept my tongue into her sweet fresh tasting mouth. She drew my tongue into her mouth and welcomed it with her own full thick tongue. Our tongues began dancing together in her mouth, rolling around each other. I buried my tongue beneath hers, feeling the smooth underside of her tongue and probing the bottom of her mouth, pumping and massaging her salivary glands as they opened and filled her mouth, then licking the rougher top of her tongue, savoring the textured sensation of her taste buds.

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