After dinner that night Jenna retired to bed early. The multitude of drinks had finally caught up to her. Emma and Teresa both had early flights to catch in the morning and also went down for the evening.
Maggie and I had just finished cleaning the kitchen and it was still only 9 p.m. She was on the same flight as Jenna and I the following afternoon so the two of us decided on a glass of wine and a dip in the hot tub since we didn’t need to be up early. It seemed like the perfect way to end this girls weekend.
“So that was kind of a crazy afternoon,” I said to Maggie, sipping from my glass of wine immersed in bubbles with the steam of the hot tub rising over us.
“To say the least,” replied Maggie. “I was a little surprised at how everyone opened up. It was fun. I thought maybe you’d have a different story to tell, though,” she said with a wink.
I knew what she was talking about. Remember earlier when I commented about Maggie not being afraid to experiment with her sexuality? Well, she wasn’t. And back in college when we were roommates our sophomore and junior years I actually experimented with her.
As a teenager I always remember being curious about the same sex. It’s hard for me to describe even today. Then one night in our dorm something just happened. I knew Maggie was bi-sexual and it wasn’t something she ever really hid from any of us.
Over the course of those years in college we probably hooked up a handful of times. Maggie was just so tender with me. I wasn’t comfortable with other people knowing and she never told anyone about us to my knowledge.
“Well, Maggie,” I told her. “You’re still the only one who knows about that. I’ve never even told my husband, Jenna or anybody. It’s not that I’m embarrassed or ashamed, it’s just something that happened 20 years ago and is in the past.”
“Do you mind if I ask you something?” Maggie asked.
“That depends what it is,” I said back, half-jokingly.
“I’m just wondering if it’s still one of the itches you have today, or if it’s something you have kind of erased from your memory?”
Truth of the matter is, it is something I still think about. I wouldn’t say often, but I’m still curious. I would never feel comfortable broaching the subjest with Justin, even though he’d likely be really turned on by it. So I told Maggie, anyway.
“Sure, I’ve thought about it,” I said. “And maybe what I said earlier about not being embarrassed isn’t entirely true. I had a lot of fun with you,” I confessed.
There was a moment silence. My heart was fluttering a bit and I think Maggie sensed it.
“So, it’s something you’d maybe do again?” she asked.
My face was flushed. Was it something I’d do again? Good question. I mean, my initial thought went back to my husband. The thought of cheating on him had never really occured to me. And what about my kids and family? I could never hurt them.
At the same time, I was curious….not to mention horny from the topic of conversation throughout the day.
That’s when Maggie made her move. She slid in closer facing me, her hands gently rubbing my thighs under the water.
“Would you be mad if I kissed you?” she asked.
She didn’t wait for an answer and lightly pressed her lips against mine. Part of me wanted to stop her, but another part gave in to temptation. Our soft kiss soon turned to our lips parting as our tongues wrestled in the hot tub. Was I really going to allow this to happen?
After a minute or two of making out I managed to stop Maggie.
“I can’t do this,” I told her. “Just know that it’s not you. I should probably go to bed.”
“I understand,” replied Maggie. “You know I’m not going to make you do something you don’t want to do.”
“Thanks,” I replied.
There was an awkward silence as we stepped out of the hot tub and dried off. Part of me felt ashamed for turning her down, but I wondered in my head if I was ashamed because it was really something I wanted to do.
“Well, if you change your mind, you know where my bedroom is located,” she said giving me a hug and a soft kiss on my lips.
“I know,” I said. “Thanks for understanding.”
Back in my bedroom I tried playing it off, but simply couldn’t get it out of my mind. I kept replaying in my mind what happened in the hot tub and then how she told me I could come to her room. Was I actually considering it?
I tossed and turned in bed for over 30 minutes. My pussy was on fire. I kneaded my breasts and they were electric to my touch. No one would ever know if I went to her room right now, I’d tell myself.
I rose up out of my bed and quietly opened the door to my bedroom. I was in a trance. My bare feet walked gingerly down the hallway, past the bedrooms of Emma and Teresa and trying to be extra quiet. When I got to Maggie’s door I knocked gently, hoping in the back of my mind she was already asleep and wouldn’t hear me. No such luck.
“Oh, hey Leah, is everything ok?”
I just nodded, forcing myself into her room and not saying a thing.
“Did you change your mind?” Maggie asked.
I nodded again, still not able to get any words out.
Maggie could sense my apprehension.
“You poor thing,” she said. “This can be just our little secret,” she assured me.
And then it happened. The kiss we shared in the hot tub was soft and sweet, but not so much this time. I allowed myself to let go and passionately kissed Maggie, a kiss that was 20 years overdue.
Maggie was incredibly gentle with me, lifting my camisole over my head and exposing my breasts to her.
“You have such an incredible body,” she implored as her tongue explored my nipples and I let out a huge sigh. “I’m glad you changed your mind….I’ve wanted to do this again with you for a long, long time.”
That comment, coupled with her attention to my tits, almost sent me over the edge.
“Let’s get over to the bed,” she suggested.
We crawled under the sheets and let our hands explore one another. Any guilt I was feeling had long subsided. I had given in to my friend and felt liberated.
We made love to one another the whole night. Use your imagination and we did it. I tasted pussy again for the first time in two decades. We explored every inch of our bodies over and over together. When early morning came it took everything I had in me to leave her room and that naked body.
The trip ended the next day. Maggie played it off as if nothing had happened and no one had a clue. It was time to go back home to our real lives. What a weekend!
Will I someday be comfortable enough to tell Justin about my bi-sexuality? Maybe, maybe not. They say the journey is different for everyone.
But now I need to get back to being a model wife, packing lunches for the kids and getting them to games and practices.
THE END
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