I never for one second thought I'd be into girls. Not for one second. Even in high school and university, when my friends and classmates were indulging their curiosity, I never even wondered. And then she kissed me.

I had just gotten through a shitty divorce and found an amazing job with a local law firm as a paralegal. One Friday night, our team was celebrating a big win in a high-profile case when I met Angela, the wife of one of our senior associates named Grahame. I was immediately drawn to her. I didn't know why at the time, I'm still not certain what it was about her that attracted me, but there was something about her that made me want to be near her. I watched her all evening, and she caught me glancing away whenever her eyes caught mine.

We had pulled a bunch of tables together to make one large one, and in the process, made an impromptu dance area in the space left behind. A bunch of us were dancing to the classic rock tunes coming through the bar's sound system, and after a while, I excused myself to the ladies' room. "I'll come with!" Angela shouted, and she followed me to the small washroom at the back. I did my business, and when I came out, I washed my hands and waited while she did hers. She washed hers as well, and as I was turning to leave, she asked me to wait.

She stood close enough to me that I could smell her body spray. It was enticing, and I found myself staring at her red-painted lips and fire-red hair that cascaded down to her shoulders. She was all curves with breasts that filled out her dress very nicely and full hips with a nicely proportioned waist. She was easily pretty enough that if we were back in the 50s, she would have been called a bombshell. Her face moved closer to mine, and I could feel the warmth of her breath on my skin.

"You work very closely with my husband, don't you?" she asked.

"I suppose so, why?" I asked.

"Are you attracted to him?" she asked.

"I mean, he's handsome and a real sweetheart, but I wouldn't say I was attracted to him," I replied.

"What if I told you he has an eight-inch cock and can lick pussy like he can breathe through his ears?" she leered.

"Angela, please!" I said.

She was undaunted and leaned in closer so our lips were almost touching. "What if I told you that he and I have fantasized about sharing our bed with you?"

I was speechless. A part of me wanted to run away, but the horny part of me that hadn't gotten a good shagging since I'd left my husband was intrigued. My ex-husband and I had, like many couples, talked about the limits of our sexuality, but it had never even progressed to the level of fantasy. The other part of me was being fueled by tequila, and that part was desperate to have an orgasm that wasn't brought on by my toys.

Angela moved in that last little bit, and I felt her lips on mine. They were so soft and gentle, like she wanted me to enjoy the experience more than she did. I felt her tongue tease forward and brush my lips, but I didn't respond in kind. Then she moved away and smiled at me. "I take it you've never kissed a woman before."

"No, n-n-n-never," I stammered. My brain was swirling, but I felt that warmth in my pussy that I hadn't felt in a while.

"Did you like it?" she asked.

"It was nice," I said, unsure of how to react to her forwardness.

"Just nice, is that all? I must be losing my touch!" she grinned as she leaned forward and kissed me again. This kiss was much firmer and aggressive, her tongue pushing past my lips and teeth to tease mine. I instinctively kissed her back, my tongue playing with hers as our lips remained locked together. I became aroused very quickly, and I felt my pulse quicken at our contact.

"That's more like it!" she said, and she backed away to fix her makeup. I followed her lead and fixed mine, but I could do nothing about the flush of arousal that I was sure was in full display. We returned to the table for another drink, which she poured from the pitcher, and I gulped it down quickly. I saw her wink at someone, and I turned my head to see her husband wink back at her.

She moved in close to whisper in my ear, "Would you like to come home with us?" she asked hoarsely.

I went into a bit of a panic, something I hadn't felt since the night I'd left my husband. "I can't," I replied. "I'm not ready for anything like that yet." It was an excuse, but I figured she'd accept it.

"I understand completely," she said. "I'm sorry if I offended you."

"Oh, no, it's not that," I replied. "It's just that I haven't been with anyone since my divorce, and I'm just a little overwhelmed."

"So you're not saying no, you're just saying not now, is that it?" she whispered.

"Something like that," I answered.

"I understand," she said again. She leaned down and hugged me.

"I think I need to leave," I said. "I've had a lot to drink, and I have things to do in the morning. I wasn't lying; I had planned to do my weekend errands first thing.

"Can we drive you home?" she asked.

"Are you sure you should be driving anyone anywhere?" I asked, pointing to the four empty pitchers on the table.

"Share a cab then?" she asked. She was persistent, I'll give her that.

"No, I'm good," I said. I waved goodnight to Grahame and got my ass out of there.

All the way home, all I could think about was that kiss, how it aroused me and woke something up inside me that I thought might be asleep forever. For all his faults, my ex was a pretty good fuck, and he did like going down on me, and I missed that feeling. I hurried to my bedroom and pulled off my panties, picking up my two favourite toys, setting one buzzing against my clit and pushing the other deep inside me. I fucked myself until I came, as hard as I had done in a long time, and when I recovered, I fucked myself again. Only then did I get undressed and get into bed.

All weekend, I thought about how it felt. I did some research (if looking at lesbian porn and reading naughty stories counts as research) and learned that a surprising number of women experiment with other women. The photos and videos I'd found were very arousing, and the stories and accounts that I read were all pretty positive. By Sunday night, I'd determined that maybe I should give it a try. Suffice to say, my toys got a pretty good workout that weekend, filling my pussy and buzzing against my clit.

I got to work early on Monday, hoping to avoid Grahame for as long as possible, but knowing that I'd have to speak to him at some point. I was surprised when he came to my desk and acted like nothing at all had happened. I tried to concentrate, but every time I saw him, all I could think about was eight inches of cock and the promised ability to breathe through his ears. I knew it was ridiculous and likely a bit of an exaggeration, but I couldn't help it. I took my lunch break at a cafe on the ground floor, and when I came back, there was a card on my desk. "Do not open at work!" was written on the outside in beautiful, flowing script.

I managed to get through my day and get out of the office a little before 7:00. I went home, and when I got there, I opened the card she'd left. "I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable the other night," I read. As I picked up the envelope, a small photo fell out. I looked at it and saw Angela, reclined on a bed, naked, with her fingers poised just above her clit. I turned it over, and she had written, "Thinking of our kiss!" on the back of it.

I took a bath, and as I ran my hand through my sparse bush, I realized that I also missed my monthly visits to the spa to have myself waxed. I'd started shaving myself in my teens and graduated to waxing in university. I loved the smooth feeling as I ran my fingers over my mound and along my lower lips, slipping a finger inside to wet it before removing it to tease my clit.

I slipped a finger in again on this night, and then another, curling them up to massage my G-spot. My hips twitched when they passed over it, and I felt the warm wetness as my body prepared itself for penetration. It would be a shame to disappoint it, so I took my rabbit from its place in my nightstand and slipped it inside, pressing the button to start it humming and settling it against my clit. I found myself wishing there was someone there to kiss me as I played with myself. Even my asshole ex-husband would do in a pinch.

The rest of the week got easier, but I still spent a lot of time fantasizing about being with Angela. I decided to text her to thank her for the card and ask her if she wanted to go for coffee or something on the weekend. "Some coffee or something sounds like fun!" she replied. "Just the two of us, or is Grahame invited?"

"Just us," I replied. We made plans to meet at a cafe not far from my place. I still don't know why, but I made sure my apartment was super clean and tidy with fresh sheets on the bed and clean towels in the bathroom. I had no intentions of asking her over to my place; maybe I was just looking for ways to keep busy and not think about how much that kiss had affected me.

We met for a late lunch, and when she arrived, I felt my insides flip. My God, but she was gorgeous! Her red hair was up in a ponytail, and she was wearing tight-fitting yoga pants and a top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I could see the outline of the cleft of her pussy through the fabric, and her nipples poked through her top. She looked like very well-filled-out sex on two legs, and I was smitten.

She greeted me with a warm hug and an apology for making me feel uncomfortable. "I thought I sensed a vibe, and I took a shot. I'm sorry," she said. I waved it off and smiled at her.

We ordered coffee and sandwiches and chatted while we ate. She told me about her relationship with Grahame, and I was surprised to learn that they were much more casual than I had been led to believe.

"He might ask you out," she said with a smile. "But be careful. There's a pretty strict rule about relationships between employees at the firm. Apparently, there was a partner who got too close to an associate, and they both got the boot."

"So I shouldn't go out with him if he asks?" I asked.

"Oh no! You should absolutely go out with him!" she said. She leaned in close. "He is the very best fuck I ever had!"

"Oh, okay!" I said, surprised that she would reveal such a thing to me. "But you guys are married."

"We are, but we have what might be called a rather non-traditional relationship. We are free to see other people recreationally."

I sat and wondered for a moment, trying to process what she'd just said.

"Um, can I ask you a question?" she asked.

"I guess," I replied.

"Just how experienced are you, you know, sexually?"

"That's a bit personal, don't you think?" I replied.

"Would you feel more comfortable talking about this in private?" she asked. "You're close, aren't you?" She picked up the bill and went to the counter to pay it over my objections.

It being a nice day, we walked slowly. Our hands occasionally brushed together as we walked, but neither of us tried to grasp the other. I could feel a sort of tension between us, like there was something we were both dying to say but neither of us wanted to speak first. I unlocked the front door and led her to the elevator. We looked at each other as it rose, and she reached over to brush a few strands of hair from my face. "I see what he sees in you," she said. "You really are quite lovely."

"I never thought of myself as particularly pretty or attractive," I replied. "I mean, I don't think I'm ugly, but there are plenty of women prettier than I am."

"That's where you're wrong," she said. "You need to not compare yourself to others and see yourself for who you are." The elevator door opened, and I led her to my front door. I turned the key and stepped back, inviting her in.

"I love what you've done with the place," she said as she looked around.

"It's not much, but it's home," I replied. "I've learned that I don't need fancy things to be happy, just the necessities and a comfortable bed." Why did I just say that? I asked myself.

Angela raised her eyebrows at my remark and smiled. "So, back to our conversation from earlier." She sat on my old loveseat and patted the empty space beside her. I sat down, and she took my hand. "You do know that Grahame is very attracted to you, don't you?" she said.

"Is he?" I asked. "I mean, I know he likes me, and we like working together, but I don't think he likes me in that way."

"He does, take it from me," she said as she squeezed my hand. "I like you in that way too." She picked up my hand and kissed the back of it before kissing my fingertips. "I take it you've never been with a woman before."

I shook my head. "No, I've never even thought about it." I swallowed hard. "Well, I hadn't until last week when you kissed me."

"You seemed like you liked it at the time, but you kinda freaked out afterward. Or did I get the wrong signal?" she asked.

"I wasn't trying to send any signals," I said. "I was a little drunk and a little horny, and I don't think I dealt with it very well."

"No apologies," Angela said. "I kind of dropped that on you."

"It's not that," I said. "What's bothering me is that ever since you kissed me, that's all I can think about, and now, I think maybe..." I leaned forward and kissed her the way she'd kissed me. She kissed me back, and soon we were writhing on my little love seat, pawing at each other's clothes in a race to see which of us would be naked first.

"Let me taste you!" she breathed when she came up for air.

"Dear God, yes please!" I whispered, and I felt her kisses trail down my body. Every place she touched me with her lips felt like it was on fire, not the painful burning kind, but the hot and arousing kind. She went as far as my panties would let her.

"Lift up so I can..." She slid them off my hips and down over my thighs. I kicked them off awkwardly and spread my legs apart, giving her free and unfettered access to my sex.

The first touch of her finger against my little pleasure bud felt like a bolt of electricity through my body. I twitched and twisted, begging her for more. Then I felt a strange sensation as she closed her lips around it and suckled, her tongue lashing a tattoo across its tip. I was so aroused by this point, I knew it wouldn't be long before my body unleashed a torrent over her face. In times past, I would try to hold back and make the feeling last as long as I could, but on that afternoon, I couldn't wait to get there.

I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and pulled her face into me as I pushed my hips toward her. She hummed, "Mmmmmm," sending the vibrations through my clit to my very core. I came so fast and so hard, I surprised myself, holding her face into me as my orgasm blasted out of me. My body clenched as I squirted all over her, soaking her face with the excess running onto the seat beneath us.

As I became aware of where I was, she moved up my body with tender kisses, stopping at my lips. She smiled at me and brushed a few strands of hair from my eyes. Her face was shiny with my cum, and she had a wide smile.

“Holy fuck!” I whispered, “That was amazing!”

“It rather was, wasn’t it?” she whispered back.

“Give me a minute,” I said.

“There are no expectations here,” she replied. I pulled her in for a soft kiss and inhaled deeply.

"I don't know what to do," I admitted. She smiled and stood up, took my hand and led me to my bedroom. She stood beside me and kissed me softly.

"First, you take off the rest of my clothes," she whispered. I smiled at her and knew that everything was going to be alright. "Just do to me what you would want me to do to you."

I followed her directions implicitly. If I thought it needed to be touched, I touched it. If it looked like I should lick it, I licked it. And oh, how I kissed every tiny bit that looked even remotely like it could do with a nice kiss! She occasionally gave suggestions as to what I should touch or kiss or lick, and I was rewarded with sensations to overwhelm all five senses at once: her taste, her scent, her smell, her reactions to my touch and the look as I caught her eye told me I was doing everything exactly right!

Unlike me, her orgasm built slowly. Where mine was eager to rise up and burst out of me, hers needed to be coaxed out. By the time we got there, we were both exhausted, our breathing ragged and shallow, our hearts racing, and our bodies bathed in sweat.

Soaked by her slick cum, I kissed my way back up her body, hoping I'd satisfied her the way she had satisfied me. "You're a natural!" she whispered between kisses.

I smiled at her and hugged her tightly. "If I had known girls were so much fun, I'd have done that years ago!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said. "Women just seem to know instinctively what to do. It doesn't matter if it's with a man or a woman, most of us just know." We kissed and cuddled, drawing lines and circles along the curves of our bodies with our fingertips until she fell asleep. I lay there listening to her breathing and feeling her pulse against my ear as I lay my head on her shoulder. "I could get used to this!" I thought.

When I awoke, I was alone. As the fog of sleep cleared, I heard Angela's voice through the bedroom door, so I got up, pulled on my robe and followed the sound. When I saw her, she was on the phone.

"No, I think I'll stay the night if she wants me to and come home in the morning," I heard. I figured she was talking to her husband. A pause while he spoke.

"Who knows?" she said next. "We'll see." Another pause, "Love you too, Bye!" She looked around and saw me. "Hey, you're up! Are you hungry?" I admitted that I was. *We should order something."

"I need to take a shower first," I said.

"What a wonderful idea!" She grinned as she took my hand and pulled me close to her. "We do have a certain scent about us, don't we?" We inspected each other's bodies as we lathered and rinsed. She was very interested in my shower wand and the different spray patterns it could produce. The narrow pulsating stream seemed to be her favourite just as it was mine.

We didn't give each other an orgasm in the shower as much as I wanted her to. "We have all night," she whispered huskily as we shared my taste from her fingertips. We got out and helped dry each other off before going out to the kitchen and sorting through the collection of takeout menus that I kept handy. I ordered while she went back into the bedroom to change the bedclothes.

We sat and chatted while we waited for the food to arrive. "I assume that was Grahame on the phone earlier," I said.

"It was. He texted me, all curious about our date. It told him it was going very well, but it wasn't over yet." She smiled and took my hand. "I assume that was okay?"

I kissed her firmly. "That was perfectly okay!"

Just as we were getting to the point of starting to strip each other's clothes off, the food arrived. We laughed at the timing but decided that we would need fuel for our evening exertions. We ate our pasta and drank our wine as civilly as we could manage, given the sexual tension in the air. We both knew what was coming, and the anticipation made it all the more exciting.

After we finished eating, we retired to the bedroom and our nice, clean sheets. We cuddled and kissed for a bit, and then I got curious.

"How do you do it?" I asked.

"Do what?" she asked.

"Live in an open marriage?" I asked.

"We love each other, but we fuck other people," she replied. "It's no more complicated than that."

"It has to be," I said. "I mean, you and I have been together once, and I'm all fucked up."

"You're equating lust with love. It's not the same thing at all," she said. "Have you ever been in love, I mean really in love? The kind where you want to spend the rest of your life making their every wish and desire come true? The kind where you will do anything they ask just to make them happy? That kind of love?"

"No, I can't say as I have," I said.

"Most couples never find that kind of love," she said. "Grahame and I are lucky."

"But doesn't it bother you when you see him with other women?" I asked.

"It has a couple of times," she admitted. "It wasn't having sex with other women that bothered me, but sometimes, when he kisses them, it looks like something other than sex, if you know what I mean. There was this one girl, and yes, I call her a girl because she was barely eighteen, who was so pretty and sweet, and when she kissed him, it looked like she was trying to prove that she had something I didn't have. It bothered me, but we talked about it afterward, and he assured me that all she was to him was a good fuck. A very good fuck was actually how he put it."

"Does it bother him to see you with other men?" I asked.

"The only time it did was the one occasion that the man we were with had a bigger cock than his," she told me. "Most men don't."

"How big is he?" I asked, suddenly afraid that he might hurt me. I'd only ever been with two men before, and neither of them was especially well-endowed.

"I'll show you," she said. She went to get her purse, took out her phone, and tapped it. She turned it to me, and I saw a picture of a fully erect cock in a woman's hand. After a moment, I recognized Angela's wedding rings; it was her hand. I took her hand and looked at it, and then looked back at the picture.

"I've never seen one that big," I said softly.

"You know how some people say size doesn't matter?" she asked. I nodded my head. "It fucking matters, at least it does to me!" She flipped her finger across the screen and showed me another photo, this time of his cock in her mouth. She flipped a few more times, and I saw more and more of it disappear inside her lips until her chin was touching his balls and her nose was touching his belly. "I really like sucking cock!" she whispered.

"So it would seem," I whispered, my eyes riveted on the screen. She handed me the phone and got out of bed, going to her purse and returning. In her hand was the longest dildo I had ever seen. "This is almost exactly the same size as Grahame," she said. She smiled and licked the length of it before opening her mouth and pushing it all the way in. I watched her throat distend a little as it went deeper until the fake balls at the base bumped up against her chin. She held it there for a few seconds and then slowly removed it. The sheen of saliva on the shaft shone in the dim light as she removed it completely from her mouth and kissed the end of it.

She leaned over and kissed me. "Wanna try?" she whispered.

"Not in my mouth," I gasped between kisses. The erotic show she'd put on had me fully aroused again, and I could feel my wetness leaking down over my bum. I lay back and opened my thighs, inviting her to slip it inside me. "Slowly!" I whispered as I felt the end of it ply me open. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't exactly comfortable as this long, thick silicone phallus opened me wider than I ever had been before. I relished the stretch and was reminded of the first time I'd had sex, and I knew that the discomfort was only temporary.

She held the thick toy inside me, knowing that I would need some time to get accustomed to it. The heel of her hand ground slowly against my clit, and her lips found mine. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, and I liked it very much. "Fuck me!" I whispered between kisses, and she smiled.

I moved my hand down and placed it over hers so we could both control this invasion of my cunt with this wonderful, thick cock. I had always wondered how it might feel to be filled completely, and the only way I could possibly describe it is delicious. I shifted my hips and spread my thighs instinctively to allow for maximum penetration as my hand urged hers to go a little faster.

Her lips left mine, and I felt them leaving a trail of kisses down my body, punctuated by tiny nips every so often as she got lower. She kissed the back of my hand and took my thumb into her mouth, holding it with her teeth to get it out of the way. I felt her body shift, and I opened my eyes to see her pussy over my face.

I gazed up at it, examining the shape and colours of it. The gentle, graceful curves of the inner lips, distended and swollen in her arousal, the way they came together to form the hood over her clit, firm and glistening with her wetness. The change in colour from her natural skin tone through the shades of pink to almost red nearer her opening. I could see it pulsating with her heartbeat, begging to be licked and kissed and suckled on.

A sharp nip on my clit with her teeth broke my intense examination of her womanhood, and then I felt the low vibration as she suckled on my clit and hummed. It was like the sound one makes when tasting Black Forest chocolate cake for the first time, as it stimulated me. She moved the toy a little more quickly with long strokes. In one moment, I felt it draw out of me, the broad ridge of the firm glans passing over my G-spot. I felt the pull as it almost came out of me, my opening distended, not wanting to let it go. Then that quick thrill as it refilled me as I felt every bump, ripple and fake vein of its shaft against me as it slid in.

I moaned loudly and craned my head up so I could lick and suckle on her clit, finding it very difficult to concentrate while getting so thoroughly fucked. "Harder!" I moaned, and that was the last coherent word I uttered. Everything after that was sighs and groans and grunts and finally screams as she fucked my pussy harder and faster.

Despite having just had an orgasm a short while before, it built up quickly within me again. I was unable to do anything to her; all that mattered was the exquisite feel of being fucked by my new friend. I tried to hold back, but she was having none of it. "Come on, Baby! Let it go!" she urged, and I obeyed without hesitation.

My orgasm tore through me at force five, and my body exploded. I was a quivering, squirting mess as my torso twisted and contorted with the sweet release of my climax. I reached down to grab her hand to try to hold the toy into me, but she resisted, continuing to pound it into me without relenting. Just as I thought it was subsiding, her lips and tongue teased my clit, and I went over the top again, screaming and crying as tears poured from my eyes. This was, without question, the most complete orgasm I'd ever experienced.

Sensing that I was wrung out, she relented, pushing the toy in and holding it there as my body heaved from the exertion. I felt like I had just run a marathon and had nothing left, not even enough to speak. She placed soft, tender kisses on my pussy as she withdrew the toy and then licked my opening from bottom to top as it came clear.

I felt her move up beside me, showing me the toy with its sheen of my slick excretions and the ring of white sticky goo at the bottom where she had churned my cum into a froth. She smiled and licked the toy from base to tip, collecting what she could and sharing it with me in a long, deep kiss. She then offered it to me, and I did the same, sharing with her in the same way.

"Mmmm, that was..." I breathed, barely able to speak.

"Yes, I agree." She smiled. I lay back and held her to me, the toy between us as we pulled each other close. That was the last thing I remembered until I felt the bed shift as she climbed back in beside me.

"I texted Grahame." She smiled. "Is it okay if he comes over?"

"I don't know that I have anything left in me after that," I said.

"If you think that was good, wait until you get the real thing!" she replied.

I thought for a moment. "Part of me wants to invite him over, but if we do, I might lose my job."

"Fair point," she conceded. "We'll put that idea aside for now." She kissed me softly. "Join me in the shower?"