My thanks to my editor MistressPenelope. Without her this would be a worse story. After her the mistakes are mine.
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Julie got a call from a headhunter in the middle of August. Michael had been right. After three interviews, she was offered a position supervising the accounting department for a local company with a twenty percent increase in salary and she asked for and got three weeks vacation. She turned in her resignation giving three weeks notice.
"I'm sorry to see you go," Steve said, "but it sounds like a fantastic opportunity."
"Steve, I thought long and hard about it." Julie sighed at those words. Steve misinterpreted them.
"If I matched the salary, would you stay?"
"No, my mind is already out of here. I'm sorry."
****
During her first week at her new job, Julie discovered that several of the women worked out at a ladies-only gym during lunch hour. They got her a one-week guest membership and she thoroughly enjoyed it. The aerobics class was fun with all her new friends. They also encouraged her to lift some weights and work on her abs. Even by the end of the first week she could see a difference in muscle tone. It may have been the slimming effect from lost weight. Almost three months of walking had taken its toll on her waistline. It was back to 26 1/2, like it was when she got married.
When Julie started working out at lunchtime, they both went back to doing the supper clean-up together. But Michael had noticed how much perkier Julie had become. He started jogging on the weekends. Julie encouraged him to exercise during the week also. Soon he was jogging three times during the week and performing push-ups, crunches and stretches the other two nights. After six weeks he looked better also.
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Since Holly's first Christmas, Michael and Julie had shopped together for the kid's presents. They left Holly and Mike with Julie's parents and spent a Saturday together. They followed the custom this year also.
Jack called him after lunch on Friday before the scheduled Saturday shopping trip. When he entered the boss's office, Jack had a big grin on his face. "I think you're going to get lucky tonight, Michael. Take the rest of the day off."
Michael took the envelope that Jack handed to him. Inside was a handwritten note from Julie:
Michael,
Go home and shower and shave. I've laid out your clothes. Once you're ready, open the envelope that I left on the kitchen counter.
Love,
Julie
Despite his curiosity, Michael showered and shaved before opening the next envelope.
Michael,
We will go shopping for Holly and Mike this weekend. My parents will deliver them back to the house about 6PM Sunday. Before that I want us to take some time together.
I love you more now than ever before. I want our sex life to be the best it's ever been. This weekend I want us to act like newlyweds or maybe horny college students. I've packed a bag for you and brought it with me.
I want to do some things that I have never done before. I hope you'll do the same. No holds (holes) barred ;)
I want to act out a fantasy tomorrow night. At Dr. Jacobsen's suggestion, it may be somewhat shocking to you. I want you to come up with a fantasy. We'll act it out tomorrow, too. Neither of these will involve anybody else.
Go to the downtown Crowne Plaza and ask for Glenda at the desk.
Love,
Julie
Glenda smirked a little when Michael introduced himself. "Can I see some identification Mr. Cameron?"
After Michael showed his driver's license, Glenda handed him the key card for his room and pointed him towards the elevators. "She said to knock before you enter."
When he knocked on the door to 1214 Julie called out. "Come in." It was a voice that he rarely heard her use, so seductive that his member began to rise just from the tone. As he pushed open the door, he noted that the curtains were open to the late afternoon sun. The weather had given the city a beautiful, warm Indian summer day.
As he stepped further into the room, he could see Julie reclining on the bed, her back propped up against pillows on the headboard. She was wearing a black bra and panties, but had both hands stuck between her legs with her arms covering her chest. He took another step towards her.
"Stop there. I want you to have the full effect." She slid her elbows outward. Her small breasts quivered as they were exposed, but his eyes were drawn to her nipples which were poking through holes in the bra cups. "I know they're not much ? "
"They're beautiful. You're gorgeous." He took another step.
"Not yet." She uncrossed her ankles and moved her legs apart some. Then she spread her arms out to the side.
She was wearing crotch-less panties. Not only that, but he could see through the crotch-less part that she had shaved herself bare. He could tell she was already excited. He took another step.
"Look but don't touch. I'm going to slip my dress on, and then we're going down for an early dinner in the restaurant. Afterwards we'll come back up here and discuss the rest of the weekend." She slipped into a boat-necked dress that swirled about her knees. Just before they went out she spoke again. "Remember what I'm wearing, but no discussion about it during dinner."
At dinner they talked about their day and the week and what they wanted to get the kids. Julie avoided any reference to later activities, but she stroked his leg occasionally and batted her eyes at him to keep the fires going. As they sipped coffee, Michael could stand it no longer. He started with a safe observation.
"I want to say that you are the most beautiful woman in the room tonight. I really appreciate what you are doing, but I'm curious. Glenda sort of smirked at me when I told her who I was. Did you say anything to her?"
"I wanted to be sure I was displayed properly when you came in, so I arranged for her to handle things. I told her that I wanted to make sure that I was ready for you. After you got the key, she called me to let me know you were on the way up. Let's go back to the room"
"Unzip me," she requested when the door closed. He did that and then slipped his hands inside the dress and around her waist. She left his hands there as he nibbled on her neck. When he began to move his fingers upward she danced away from him. She stepped out of the dress on the way across the room.
"Don't you want to look some more," she asked coquettishly. She cupped her breasts and flicked each nipple with a thumb. She grabbed the bra between her mounds and unhooked it as she turned her back to him.
He watched the black straps slide down her arms, one catching on her right hand. Then she tossed the flimsy material back towards him. Slowly pirouetting, she turned back covering herself until she was facing him.
"Taa-daa," she exclaimed exposing her chest. "Now look here." She stuck her hands inside her panties and pushed downwards. The material fluttered down to her feet.
"How do you like my new hairdo?" She framed her pussy between her hands, but her legs were still chastely together. Then she spread her feet apart and pulled up on the skin of her belly with her hands. A wet pinkness suddenly glistened.
He almost ran to her. He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. As they continued to kiss, she pulled his polo shirt upwards. Finally, she broke the kiss and pulled it over his head. Then she dropped to one knee and started working on his pants. As the belt came open she leaned in and kissed his belly. As pieces of clothing dropped to the floor she stopped to kiss his body several more times. Finally, both nude, they fell to the bed.
He kissed her and then nibbled her neck. As he leaned back up to kiss her again, he began to caress the skin on the underside of her breasts. She sighed into his mouth and wrapped one leg around his leg.
He ducked his head down and flicked her nipples with his tongue, moving back and forth between them with slow licks across her chest. He licked up to her chin; he kissed down to her belly button. He nibbled at her ear lobe and kissed her again.
She caressed up and down his shaft lightly with her fingertips. She scratched his balls with her nails and stroked down the inside of his thighs.
She let her knees fall apart as his fingers traced down her belly to her wet center. He separated her lips and wet his fingertips. Then he rubbed lightly up and down her slit occasionally rising to rub her clit. Her hips began to pump the air.
He rolled between her legs and grasped his cock. He watched as he rubbed it on her slit. The sight of her bare mons was exciting. The cut-out bra, crotchless panties, and bare pubes which she had displayed earlier, suggested a prostitute, not his demure wife. He began to thrust into her and she snapped her hips up at him.
He used his arms to lever his body to a position where his cock was rubbing more directly on her clitoris. She started to moan and babble as the sensations carried her away. He worked faster and harder. Soon she cried out in her orgasm. He rode her for another minute until he erupted inside her. He collapsed onto his elbows then slowly fell off of her to one side.
"That was unexpectedly good." Julie slipped under the covers and slid against Michael's side. She had made a quick trip to the shower to remove the sticky remains and had thrown a filmy nightie over her head.
"Yeah," Michael responded. He put an arm around her shoulders. "A great way to start the weekend."
"Have you picked out your fantasy?"
"Yep."
Just like a guy, can't talk too much. "You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."
"I want you to pretend to be a prostitute sitting at the bar downstairs and let me pick you up."
"That doesn't sound too hard."
"Well, we'll have to get you some appropriate clothes. I've never seen you dress like I'm thinking."
"What are you thinking?"
"Minidress, perhaps like a sundress but with an emphasis on mini, high platform shoes. Oh, of course, no underwear."
"Sundresses are generally designed for no bra."
"I said no underwear. None, no bra, no panties."
"What if some other guy tries before you come in?"
"It's Saturday at a downtown business-man's hotel. Probably won't be anybody around, but if it happens, I'm sure you can fend off one or two guys before I get there."
"I'll try."
"That's all we want in fantasies, right? What's your fantasy?" He looked down at her. She turned her face down and started playing with a hair on his chest.
"I wan ?" her voice trailed off. He could tell she was still speaking because her jaw was moving against him, but he couldn't make out the words.
"Hon, you've got to repeat that. I couldn't hear you." He heard her suck in her breath.
"I want you to pretend to be a girl and make love to me."
He was momentarily stunned. In an effort to cover his real response, he brought up the obvious. "I didn't think you went for six-foot, hairy girls in jeans. Just kidding. How do we go about this?" He was suddenly afraid that he might have hurt her feelings.
"I thought about that." She seemed relieved that he didn't recoil from her. "I bought a wig, a large wrap-around skirt and the largest pair of Grasshoppers I could find. I bought a silk shirt from a men's store. I also got what I think are size-appropriate panties."
"Girl's panties?"
"No, not saying anything about you, but I got some silk underwear at the same place that I got your shirt. The salesman gave me the distinct impression that maybe guys who bat for the other team wear these, but no one else is going to know but us. Oh, and in the morning before we go out, I'll put you in the shower and shave your body. I know you aren't used to that so I thought I might have a better hand."
"You have thought this out. I think that it might work." He was trying to be reassuring.
In the morning Michael hopped into the shower. Julie joined him and they slowly washed each other. "No orgasms." She set the rule.
As she picked up the razor and soap, she looked at his hard cock. "Well, when I shave your legs I won't have to hold it out of the way." She carefully removed all the hair from his chest (not much), under his arms, and from his legs. When she finished, she put moisturizer on all the shaved areas. Then she started on the more delicate area around his cock and on his balls.
When she finished, she pushed his semi-hard cock between his legs and skimmed her fingers over the skin above it. "Bare just like me."
She shooed him out of the shower so she could trim this morning's stubble. While she was in there, he moved to the bedroom and ran his hands over his legs. Damn, if he didn't know they were his legs, he'd get excited that the skin felt so good.
After a late breakfast they began Christmas shopping. They had not only their kids but large, extended families on each side. By mid-afternoon the luggage area of Julie's Odyssey was getting full.
"I guess that's enough for today. We still have tomorrow to finish up," Julie stated. "I think I need something for me, perhaps a dress and a pair of shoes."
They went into Macy's about 3 o'clock. She was surprised, but the discount rack had two out-of-season sundresses that she thought might work. She went into the changing rooms and tried each one on. She chose the one with adjustable spaghetti straps instead of the one with the halter top. She thought she would loosen the straps enough so she could flash Michael when she bent over.
She wore the dress out of Macy's to the shoe store in the mall. The clerk returned with three boxes after hearing Julie's description of what she wanted. The clerk helped her slide her foot into the first shoe. Julie felt her toes seated in the shoe, but the clerk didn't release it. Julie looked up. The clerk was staring between her legs.
Julie blushed and swung her foot down to the floor. She had forgotten about the skirt length and had let the clerk see right up to her transparent panties. She quickly selected a pair of shoes and exited the store.
As they handed the car over to the hotel valet, Julie spoke. "This is such a beautiful fall day. I think I'd like to walk around and window shop a little."
"Honey, I really have to use the men's room right now. You going to be out long?"
"Probably not."
"Look I'll wait for you in our room and then we can decide what to do about supper."
"Okay."
****
About ten minutes later a slender brunette walked in from the street and into the bar. Perching on a bar stool, she crossed her legs and tugged her dress as far down over her legs as it would go which she was sure wasn't far enough. The bartender came over and dropped a cocktail napkin.
"Gimme a margarita," she said in a flat voice.
"Regular or frozen?"
"Regular, no salt." He disappeared.
She swiveled on the stool to face the room. Maybe eight or ten guys scattered around watching the football game on the hi-def. She began to bounce one foot in that old come-on gesture.
"Ma'm." The bartender had returned.
"Ma'm," he repeated.
"Yeah?" She swiveled back around. Her margarita was sitting there.
"We don't allow single women like you in the bar."
"Look, I'm waiting for my boyfriend. I'll give you a nice tip." She pulled a twenty out of her purse and pushed it toward him. "My boyfriend will give you a bigger one when he joins me."
"I hope he gets here soon," the bartender replied while pocketing the bill.
She took a sip and swiveled back around holding the drink and resuming the foot bounce. After a couple of minutes one of the guys stood and walked toward her.
"Buy you a drink?"
"Still working on this one," but she smiled at him.
"Oh, yeah." He signaled the bartender. "Give me bourbon on the rocks."
"Give him a twenty," she whispered leaning close to the guy.
"Keep the change." The bartender grinned as he put the drink down and picked up the bill.
"How much?"
"A big one for all night."
"A hundred for all night?" She was small on top, but she looked tight and those legs went on forever. He was sure that if her hem was just a little higher he would see her panties.
"Honey, you don't get out much, do you? It'll cost you ten times that for all night, cash up front. But look at what you're getting." She leaned forward a little and her neckline gaped away from her chest. She knew he could see one breast including the nipple.
His face fell. "How much for an hour?"
"I don't rent that way ? all night or nothing."
He picked up his drink and shambled back to his table.
Her foot bounced for another couple of minutes. Another guy stood up.
"Let me refill that," he said.
"Why thank you kind sir."
"Give the lady another one and I'll have a Glen Livet on the rocks with a splash."
"Give him a big tip," she murmured to the guy standing beside her. She saw him drop a fifty on the bar.
"Does your wife know what you do on business trips?" She was looking at his wedding ring.
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her and she's out shopping all day today, spending my money. What about your husband?" She wasn't wearing her ring, but he could see the white band of skin around her fourth finger.
"Fuck him," she spat. "If he needs to work all weekend, I got other needs."
"Well, I'm not really into guys. That's why I'm talking to you."
She looked at him blankly for a second and then she giggled. "You're funny, uh, uh"
"Mike. Call me Mike."
"Mike, I'm Cindy. If you're not into guys, what are you into?"
"Well, uh." Suddenly he was tongue-tied. "I'd like, uh." His voice was becoming so low she could hardly hear him. "Maybe thirty-four and a half?"
She looked at him oddly and then it dawned on her. She looked around and saw the bartender talking to a guy at the other end of the bar. "You want a blow job?"
"Ye, yesss."
"Bet your wife doesn't do it?"
"Hardly ever."
"She swallow?"
"Never. Says it tastes yucky. Gets mad at me if I don't warn her."
"Well, I do. Always. And I bet yours tastes real good."
"How much?"
"You got a room here?
"Yeah."
"Finish your drink. I like to discuss money in private."
As they left the bar, she took his arm and rubbed her boob against it. "I'm glad you picked me. You look real nice. The first guy was overweight and balding."
"I was afraid I waited too long. I saw the way he looked at you."
"Honey, that's the way all men look at women when they think they're going to get some pussy."
When the elevator doors closed he turned to kiss her. She backed off. "I don't usually kiss, but for you I might make an exception. It'll cost more though."
"I'll pay." He kissed her hard. At the same time he grabbed her tit roughly. After all she was his whore now.
"Don't squeeze the Charmin too hard," she requested grabbing his wrist. "I'm not going anywhere."
They walked down the hall and entered his room. "Let's see what I can help you with." She reached for his belt.
"Wait a second. If I'm paying, I want to look at the goods. Take off your dress."
A zip and the little sundress dropped to the floor. "No undies?"
"Time is money," she replied. "Besides some guys get too eager and they rip up good clothes."
"Aren't you afraid some one will see when you're on a barstool?"
"A little advertising never hurt business." She grinned. "But I'm usually careful enough. Now back to the matter at hand."
She opened his belt and helped him step out of his slacks. She nudged him backwards until he sat down on the bed. She pulled the waistband of his underwear down letting his cock pop up. "Oh, a nice big one."
She knelt between his legs and reached out to stroke it once or twice. "Does it taste as good as it looks?" Her red lipstick smeared along the shaft.
God, this is so great. He watched her head bob for a minute and then he leaned forward and cupped a breast. "Kiss me," he commanded. Their tongues dueled for a minute as she continued to jack him with her hand. Then she broke the kiss.
"I need to taste this luscious prick. I want you to feel like you're fucking my face. Don't you want that?" She bent back down. Her tongue swirled around the head as short strokes below continued the stimulation.
He leaned back on his hands. She looked up directly into his eyes as her head moved up and down. He saw the desire in her eyes. It ignited a raging fire in his. Her free hand moved to caress his balls.
Another minute of her smoldering look and wanton movements were enough. "I'm going to cum," he warned.
She stopped caressing his balls and just held them. Meanwhile, she speeded up her other hand and mouth.
"Oh god," he cried as the first spurt splashed in her mouth. She moved her mouth off his cock and directed the second spurt on to her breasts. Then she covered the head again and let the remainder pool in her mouth. When he had finished, she opened her mouth to show him his spunk, then she swallowed.
"Like I said, you taste good and feel good, too." She rubbed the spunk around her chest and then licked her fingers.
He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard again. He used his other hand to caress down her smooth back to her buttocks. She finally broke the kiss.
"Okay, that'll be a hundred for the blow job and an extra fifty for the kissing."
He retrieved his pants and pulled the wallet out. "Here's two hundred. You were really good. If I want to reach you again, how do I do it?"
"I'm usually around. I bet you'll be able to find me without much trouble." She slipped back into her dress. "Good by." She closed the door behind her.
****
Ten minutes later Julie opened the door with her key. "That little walk around the block really cleared my head. Have you been doing alright?"
"Just waiting for you. I hopped in and showered to get some of the mall grime off."
"That sounds good to me, too. I'm going to hop in the shower before dinner. I feel a little sticky after all the walking we did today."
"'Okay."
****
Julie and Michael were talking over their before-dinner drinks. She had changed into a red blouse and hip-hugger black slacks. The exercise had really improved her shape.
"I heard about a quirky club, Feline Frolics. It's a small place, but I'm told it's fun at times." Julie looked over a Michael.
"Maybe sometime we ought to try it. Is it near here?" Michael waited for her reply.
"Two blocks up and one block over on 5th."
"So walking distance."
"Yeah."
After dinner Julie helped Michael get ready. After he dressed, she helped him with the wig and brushed it into a nice soft wave. Then she applied lipstick and a little mascara and eyeliner. They both looked in the mirror. "Well, I hope you like the butch type," he said.
"I'm going to the newsstand downstairs. I ran out of toothpaste." She blew him a kiss as she went out the door.
****
She had taken a couple of sips of her daiquiri. The bar was so dead tonight. Maybe it was just early, but there were only about half-dozen couples scattered about. She was the only single. If this weren't her only night out, she would just leave.
Then she saw the tall blonde come in. The blonde wasn't a femme, but she didn't seem exactly butch either. Maybe her height made her seem gangly and her skinniness hid some of her feminine traits. She sat on a barstool several seats away and ordered a white wine.
Julie caught her eye in the mirror behind the bar and then looked away. The blonde spun her stool slowly away from Julie and took a sip of wine as she surveyed the room. Julie was watching out of the corner of her eye. The blonde's height gave her great legs. They looked so smooth and shapely to Julie.
The blonde rotated a little further. "I haven't seen you in here before." The alto voice was smooth, tickling Julie's eardrum with a hint of desire.
"I come into the city to shop a couple of times a year. Since I'm doing a lot of Christmas shopping, I thought I'd stay overnight and spend two days in the stores."
"Hubby minding the kids?" The blazing one-carat diamond and matching wedding ring stood out even in the dimly lit bar.
"He hates to shop. He was very willing to let me come while he took the kids on a day hike in the mountains. But I got bored in my room. I wanted to get out and talk to someone."
"Yeah, I felt like talking tonight, too. My friends call me Roxy." She had moved over to the stool next to Julie and stuck out her hand."
"I'm Julie, Roxy. Glad to meet you." They made small talk for a short time.
"Julie, would you like to dance?" Music had started up somewhere and two couples were out on the tiny floor dancing to a Madonna song.
"Oh, that would be nice. I haven't danced in so long."
They gyrated around the floor for two songs. Julie laughed when Roxy mugged like Madonna. As they danced around each other during the second song, Roxy put her hands on Julie's hips as the dance floor became more crowded. After that, Julie passed Roxy once and put her hand on Roxy's side to steady her step. Then they took a break.
"That was so much fun," Julie gushed. "You are really a good dancer."
"Maybe I just have more chances to get out and practice than a married woman does."
"Roxy ? a nickname?"
"My mother was a Literature major. She said Cyrano de Bergerac was her favorite play so she named me Roxane. Unfortunately, like the original, I haven't been able to get a Cyrano to appear in my life."
"Well, you're so lively and I love talking to you. Some one will come along. Oof." Another patron had stumbled against Julie causing her to spill a little of her drink. She looked around the bar. "This place was dead until you came in. Now it seems to be filled to overflowing."
"Everybody heard I was here." Roxy grinned.
"It's noisy, too. I've got a minibar back in my room. Why don't we go back there where we can talk without shouting?"
"Great idea."
During the walk back to the hotel, they talked about the weather and the upcoming holidays. When they got into the elevator, the talking died. Julie's eagerness in the dim bar was fading in the bright lights of the hotel.
Julie opened the door to her room and fled away from the blonde. "The bar's over here. What can I fix you?"
"Wine? Wine cooler?"
"Sure." Julie pulled out a cooler and a vodka bottle and some tonic for herself. When she straightened up, the tall blonde was standing behind her. She felt the other woman's fingers comb through her hair.
"I've never done this before," Julie sighed.
"What? You arranged a night away from your husband and you just happened to wander into a lesbian bar three blocks from your hotel?"
"Things have been same-ole, same-ole for the last few months. And all the magazines have talked about this star with a guy one week and a girl the next. It just seems like everybody mixes with everybody. So I thought ? "
"Don't think." Roxy nibbled at her earlobe.
"Oooh." That was one of Julie's sensitive spots.
"Feel my lips on your neck." Julie shivered. "Let me touch your skin." The long fingers began pushing the buttons on her blouse through the buttonholes. Then the unpolished nails grazed the skin of her chest.
"You are so sexy. I knew the moment I came in tonight that I had to have you. That I had to make love to you." That voice slithered into Julie's ear and down to her pussy. She was flooded between her legs. Roxy pulled her blouse off her shoulders, but the last two buttons were still done up in the shirttail underneath her slacks. Her arms were now pulled back and immovable. The restraint made Julie breathe faster.
"I like the lace of your bra." The bra was almost all lace. Roxy pulled one of the cups down and the flesh bobbled free. "You like this, huh." Two long fingers pulled the erect nipple and the tit-flesh outward.
"Uunnh," groaned Julie. The slight pain combined with the restraint might give her an orgasm right now.
"Are you wet for me? Do you want my fingers inside you?" The hand let the nipple go and skimmed down to the button of Julie's slacks. A quick twist and Julie felt the material around her waist loosen. The last two buttons of her blouse popped open and her arms were free. She held her arms back though, still feeling like she was restrained.
"I like your panties. You just happened to wander into the bar wearing a red lace thong that exactly matches your red lace bra." Julie felt the hand dip under the elastic. "Oh, nice. I like a bare pussy, no hair in the teeth."
"Oooh," Julie groaned again. She turned her head and buried her face in the neck of the taller woman. She kissed and licked at the smooth skin over the collar bone.
"You like this, don't you?" A pause while Julie continued to nibble on Roxy's neck. "Well, Miss I've-Never-Done-This-Before, are you going to want to do this again? Are you?" Roxy was thrusting two fingers in and out of her slit.
"Yes, yes, yess! I want to do it again and again. Do me more!' Julie's hips were gyrating slowly now.
"I want to see your wet pussy." Roxy dropped to one knee and pulled down both slacks and panties in one hard yank. "Get on the bed." She gave a quick slap to one of the firm buns in front of her.
Julie bent over to drop her shoes and step out of the slacks around her ankles. She jumped quickly to the bed. As she turned and sat down Roxy was right in front of her. The blonde turned and pulled up her skirt. "Kiss my panties before I do any more."
Julie leaned forward and pressed her lips against the silk material on one side, while running her hands up and down those gorgeous legs. Then she kissed the other side. Finally, she pressed her lips to the long indentation and used her tongue to force the lime green silk between the two taut cheeks. Roxy turned slowly and Julie trailed little kisses across the soft material. Finally Roxy was facing her. Julie took a deep breath and pulled down the waistband of the panties.
"Your skin is so soft." She kissed downward. "So soft and smooth."
"That's good," Roxy said. She knelt in front of Julie. "Ask me for what you want," she commanded while pushing Julie's knees apart.
"Kiss me there," Julie pointed between her legs.
"Ask me specifically."
"Kiss my pussy, please." Julie rolled back on the bed holding her knees apart. "Lick my cunt. Please make me cum with your tongue."
Roxy pushed her head between the two firm thighs and licked gently at the exposed pink flesh. Julie felt the wonderful wet red digit move slowly from the bottom of her slit to her clit. It circled there, then descended again. As it moved back to her clit sparks radiated from the juncture of two people. Julie wrapped a hand in the blonde hair and held the head in place. It didn't take long.
Julie stomped her feet down on the mattress and pushed up into the face at her pussy. She felt the contractions in her cunt and heard herself trill in a faraway sound. Then she collapsed.
Julie heard some scratching and then a tearing sound. "I'll leave my number on the bedside table. Give me a call the next time you come to town to shop." Julie heard a door close, but she was too exhausted to do anything other than roll up and crawl between the sheets.
****
Michael came out of the bathroom nude and slid under the sheets beside Julie. She pressed closer and they drifted off to sleep.
Moonlight was bathing the room when Michael woke half dozen hours later. He got up to relieve himself. When he crawled back in bed, Julie traveled to the bathroom. When she returned, she gently put her lips to his.
He opened his mouth and traced her teeth with his tongue. At the same time he began circling his fingers down her backbone. She stretched out next to him, throwing one leg over his and pressing her center against his hip.
He was still groggy and hence momentarily surprised at the smooth skin and the wetness between her legs. She broke the kiss and licked down the side of his throat to his chest. Then she returned up the other side to his mouth. They traded licks, kisses and caresses for some time before their hands wandered southward.
He moved one hand to stroke those delightful morsels that pressed into his skin. He bent and nipped at her nipples and pushed them closer together twisting his head from one to the other. He let one hand drift down to the smooth skin between her legs. The slick, wet bump rolled under the light stroke of his finger. She moaned into his ear.
She felt so hot. It had been years since she was this excited. Then she felt his head move. He kissed the underside of her breasts. He licked down to her belly button. Then he kissed lower. Yes! This is what she wanted. His tongue slipped over her clit and dragged down through her center. It reversed direction. Then it stopped and plunged in and out of her gaping hole several times. She had to have it on her clit. She pulled on the back of his head until he was positioned correctly. Then she pushed up into his mouth.
She tasted so sweet to him. Why had he punished himself by not doing this for so long? He loved the feel of her hips gyrating against his face. He slipped two fingers inside her as he continued the light licks over her clit.
The delicious sensations spouted from his mouth and spread across her body. Lights flickered behind her closed eyelids. She couldn't control her hips. She couldn't control her body. She arched up and dropped limply to the bed as the aftershocks jerked at her nerves.
When she opened her eyes again, Michael was staring at her. "You are so beautiful."
She pulled his head down to her lips. She could taste the slick juices around his mouth. "You lie down now," she commanded. She kissed down his neck to his chest. She licked around his nipples and then across under his arm. The manly smell started her motor again. She kissed his belly button and continued sliding down until she nuzzled the skin around the base of his cock.
She started to stroke his cock as she licked at random spots on his belly, his balls, and his thighs. She leaned across his thighs as she brought the head to her mouth. She began to bob while continuing with her hand lower down.
He let the sensations flow out from her mouth for several minutes. When the urge began to grow, he knew he didn't want to finish this way. "Stop! Get on top of me."
She never let his cock go as she swung around and threw a leg across his hips. She rubbed the head back and forth along her furrow several times and then held it still as she slowly descended. Down, up, down further, up, down all the way. As she sat there on him, eyes closed, feeling the fullness within her, he felt her juices seeping out onto him.
She started moving. First it was just slowly up and down. Then she leaned forward on one arm, bouncing at about a forty-five degree angle. Finally she was leaning on her forearms, her body moving just above and parallel to his. He felt the delicious scraping of her hard nipples across his chest. Where they joined he felt all squishy and slick. His skin that hadn't been exposed for almost thirty years now enjoyed the delicious friction of her wetness.
He felt her clench her muscles around him. After a few minutes she moaned. "Michael, you're so good. I'm getting close. Come in me. Come in me."
She continued to chant in his ear. She increased the speed of her movements. She pressed her hips harder onto his to increase the friction on her clitoris, but the wetness all over their joining kept things moving easily. She pushed her hips down against him and pinned him to the mattress. He felt the spasms in her and they caused him to spurt. They both collapsed and she rolled off him.
"Michael, that was wonderful. You are so good to me. I want to remember how much I love you forever."
"Was I as good as Roxy?"
"Michael, Roxy was a fling. She could never be as good as the man I love and who loves me. Our soul connection guarantees that."
"Was I as good as Cindy?" She asked in turn. He could see her grinning at him.
"Well, Cindy finished me off and swallowed. I didn't want to waste my self in your mouth, so I can't really compare. I might have to look Cindy up again to get her to do me once more and then let you do me. Just to be fair, you understand."
"I'll do you alright." She jumped on top of him. They wrestled around for a minute or two before quieting down in each other's arms.
She snuggled up against him and they were quiet for a while. Then Michael had to ask a something which had popped into his mind the day before.
"That brings up a question," he began. "Tell me about how you and Dr. Jacobsen came up with this idea."
She propped herself up on her elbow and looked into his face. The moonlight coming in through the open curtains allowed her to see his reactions. "I was going to have this conversation later today, but now seems okay."
"First, as they say the fine print. I've already admitted that most of what happened over the last year was my fault. Some of it was aggravated by my depression, but, again, I'm sorry for everything I did."
"Now, back to your feature presentation." She smiled at him. "Last fall before my depression, I felt our love life was getting stale. We did the same thing every time. I did have an orgasm or two each time we did it and I'm sure you did too, but it was the same way, almost like a checklist. Kissing, two minutes, nipple-play one minute, stroke my pussy, stroke your cock, oral sex, mostly you on me, me on you was a rare variation. Intercourse, choose a position from a list of three. It was like having chocolate layer cake for dessert every night; sometimes you want a change to apple pie."
"Since I began to get better this summer, I realized that we had fallen back to the same level, except it was a little worse. Neither of us did oral anymore because of the associations with my affair. I loved the oral that you gave me before that. I think you enjoyed it. And I had learned to love performing oral on you. What Cindy said yesterday was true ? you do taste good. I told Dr. Jacobsen about this and that I wanted us to be more imaginative in bed. I wasn't sure what I wanted in this regard, but I wanted something different."
"She suggested acting out fantasies. We talked and came up with the idea of getting out of the house and me picking a fantasy that was outrageous, but very exciting. From there I think it's worked out well."
"Another question: honey, have you ever done anything with a woman?"
The silence stretched out for a minute or two. "No. I have wondered. Back in college when I was a junior, before I met you, there was a girl on my hall that I sort of had a crush on. She was about my height but a lot curvier, probably D cup and a nice round butt. It wasn't cool then to be bisexual, so I didn't do anything and then she graduated. If she had made a pass at me, I probably would have tumbled. I didn't know anything about her preferences although she went on dates with guys. Even if I thought she was into girls, I probably would have been too scared of the repercussions to try to start anything. Since I met you I hadn't even thought much about it. When Dr. Jacobsen suggested this weekend and told me to be outrageous, I decided to use this fantasy."
"Michael, tell me you love me. I love you so much now it hurts sometimes when we're apart."
"Julie: Come grow old with me, the best is yet to be."
"Oh Michael, yes, yes my love."
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****
Julie got a call from a headhunter in the middle of August. Michael had been right. After three interviews, she was offered a position supervising the accounting department for a local company with a twenty percent increase in salary and she asked for and got three weeks vacation. She turned in her resignation giving three weeks notice.
"I'm sorry to see you go," Steve said, "but it sounds like a fantastic opportunity."
"Steve, I thought long and hard about it." Julie sighed at those words. Steve misinterpreted them.
"If I matched the salary, would you stay?"
"No, my mind is already out of here. I'm sorry."
****
During her first week at her new job, Julie discovered that several of the women worked out at a ladies-only gym during lunch hour. They got her a one-week guest membership and she thoroughly enjoyed it. The aerobics class was fun with all her new friends. They also encouraged her to lift some weights and work on her abs. Even by the end of the first week she could see a difference in muscle tone. It may have been the slimming effect from lost weight. Almost three months of walking had taken its toll on her waistline. It was back to 26 1/2, like it was when she got married.
When Julie started working out at lunchtime, they both went back to doing the supper clean-up together. But Michael had noticed how much perkier Julie had become. He started jogging on the weekends. Julie encouraged him to exercise during the week also. Soon he was jogging three times during the week and performing push-ups, crunches and stretches the other two nights. After six weeks he looked better also.
****
Since Holly's first Christmas, Michael and Julie had shopped together for the kid's presents. They left Holly and Mike with Julie's parents and spent a Saturday together. They followed the custom this year also.
Jack called him after lunch on Friday before the scheduled Saturday shopping trip. When he entered the boss's office, Jack had a big grin on his face. "I think you're going to get lucky tonight, Michael. Take the rest of the day off."
Michael took the envelope that Jack handed to him. Inside was a handwritten note from Julie:
Michael,
Go home and shower and shave. I've laid out your clothes. Once you're ready, open the envelope that I left on the kitchen counter.
Love,
Julie
Despite his curiosity, Michael showered and shaved before opening the next envelope.
Michael,
We will go shopping for Holly and Mike this weekend. My parents will deliver them back to the house about 6PM Sunday. Before that I want us to take some time together.
I love you more now than ever before. I want our sex life to be the best it's ever been. This weekend I want us to act like newlyweds or maybe horny college students. I've packed a bag for you and brought it with me.
I want to do some things that I have never done before. I hope you'll do the same. No holds (holes) barred ;)
I want to act out a fantasy tomorrow night. At Dr. Jacobsen's suggestion, it may be somewhat shocking to you. I want you to come up with a fantasy. We'll act it out tomorrow, too. Neither of these will involve anybody else.
Go to the downtown Crowne Plaza and ask for Glenda at the desk.
Love,
Julie
Glenda smirked a little when Michael introduced himself. "Can I see some identification Mr. Cameron?"
After Michael showed his driver's license, Glenda handed him the key card for his room and pointed him towards the elevators. "She said to knock before you enter."
When he knocked on the door to 1214 Julie called out. "Come in." It was a voice that he rarely heard her use, so seductive that his member began to rise just from the tone. As he pushed open the door, he noted that the curtains were open to the late afternoon sun. The weather had given the city a beautiful, warm Indian summer day.
As he stepped further into the room, he could see Julie reclining on the bed, her back propped up against pillows on the headboard. She was wearing a black bra and panties, but had both hands stuck between her legs with her arms covering her chest. He took another step towards her.
"Stop there. I want you to have the full effect." She slid her elbows outward. Her small breasts quivered as they were exposed, but his eyes were drawn to her nipples which were poking through holes in the bra cups. "I know they're not much ? "
"They're beautiful. You're gorgeous." He took another step.
"Not yet." She uncrossed her ankles and moved her legs apart some. Then she spread her arms out to the side.
She was wearing crotch-less panties. Not only that, but he could see through the crotch-less part that she had shaved herself bare. He could tell she was already excited. He took another step.
"Look but don't touch. I'm going to slip my dress on, and then we're going down for an early dinner in the restaurant. Afterwards we'll come back up here and discuss the rest of the weekend." She slipped into a boat-necked dress that swirled about her knees. Just before they went out she spoke again. "Remember what I'm wearing, but no discussion about it during dinner."
At dinner they talked about their day and the week and what they wanted to get the kids. Julie avoided any reference to later activities, but she stroked his leg occasionally and batted her eyes at him to keep the fires going. As they sipped coffee, Michael could stand it no longer. He started with a safe observation.
"I want to say that you are the most beautiful woman in the room tonight. I really appreciate what you are doing, but I'm curious. Glenda sort of smirked at me when I told her who I was. Did you say anything to her?"
"I wanted to be sure I was displayed properly when you came in, so I arranged for her to handle things. I told her that I wanted to make sure that I was ready for you. After you got the key, she called me to let me know you were on the way up. Let's go back to the room"
"Unzip me," she requested when the door closed. He did that and then slipped his hands inside the dress and around her waist. She left his hands there as he nibbled on her neck. When he began to move his fingers upward she danced away from him. She stepped out of the dress on the way across the room.
"Don't you want to look some more," she asked coquettishly. She cupped her breasts and flicked each nipple with a thumb. She grabbed the bra between her mounds and unhooked it as she turned her back to him.
He watched the black straps slide down her arms, one catching on her right hand. Then she tossed the flimsy material back towards him. Slowly pirouetting, she turned back covering herself until she was facing him.
"Taa-daa," she exclaimed exposing her chest. "Now look here." She stuck her hands inside her panties and pushed downwards. The material fluttered down to her feet.
"How do you like my new hairdo?" She framed her pussy between her hands, but her legs were still chastely together. Then she spread her feet apart and pulled up on the skin of her belly with her hands. A wet pinkness suddenly glistened.
He almost ran to her. He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. As they continued to kiss, she pulled his polo shirt upwards. Finally, she broke the kiss and pulled it over his head. Then she dropped to one knee and started working on his pants. As the belt came open she leaned in and kissed his belly. As pieces of clothing dropped to the floor she stopped to kiss his body several more times. Finally, both nude, they fell to the bed.
He kissed her and then nibbled her neck. As he leaned back up to kiss her again, he began to caress the skin on the underside of her breasts. She sighed into his mouth and wrapped one leg around his leg.
He ducked his head down and flicked her nipples with his tongue, moving back and forth between them with slow licks across her chest. He licked up to her chin; he kissed down to her belly button. He nibbled at her ear lobe and kissed her again.
She caressed up and down his shaft lightly with her fingertips. She scratched his balls with her nails and stroked down the inside of his thighs.
She let her knees fall apart as his fingers traced down her belly to her wet center. He separated her lips and wet his fingertips. Then he rubbed lightly up and down her slit occasionally rising to rub her clit. Her hips began to pump the air.
He rolled between her legs and grasped his cock. He watched as he rubbed it on her slit. The sight of her bare mons was exciting. The cut-out bra, crotchless panties, and bare pubes which she had displayed earlier, suggested a prostitute, not his demure wife. He began to thrust into her and she snapped her hips up at him.
He used his arms to lever his body to a position where his cock was rubbing more directly on her clitoris. She started to moan and babble as the sensations carried her away. He worked faster and harder. Soon she cried out in her orgasm. He rode her for another minute until he erupted inside her. He collapsed onto his elbows then slowly fell off of her to one side.
"That was unexpectedly good." Julie slipped under the covers and slid against Michael's side. She had made a quick trip to the shower to remove the sticky remains and had thrown a filmy nightie over her head.
"Yeah," Michael responded. He put an arm around her shoulders. "A great way to start the weekend."
"Have you picked out your fantasy?"
"Yep."
Just like a guy, can't talk too much. "You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."
"I want you to pretend to be a prostitute sitting at the bar downstairs and let me pick you up."
"That doesn't sound too hard."
"Well, we'll have to get you some appropriate clothes. I've never seen you dress like I'm thinking."
"What are you thinking?"
"Minidress, perhaps like a sundress but with an emphasis on mini, high platform shoes. Oh, of course, no underwear."
"Sundresses are generally designed for no bra."
"I said no underwear. None, no bra, no panties."
"What if some other guy tries before you come in?"
"It's Saturday at a downtown business-man's hotel. Probably won't be anybody around, but if it happens, I'm sure you can fend off one or two guys before I get there."
"I'll try."
"That's all we want in fantasies, right? What's your fantasy?" He looked down at her. She turned her face down and started playing with a hair on his chest.
"I wan ?" her voice trailed off. He could tell she was still speaking because her jaw was moving against him, but he couldn't make out the words.
"Hon, you've got to repeat that. I couldn't hear you." He heard her suck in her breath.
"I want you to pretend to be a girl and make love to me."
He was momentarily stunned. In an effort to cover his real response, he brought up the obvious. "I didn't think you went for six-foot, hairy girls in jeans. Just kidding. How do we go about this?" He was suddenly afraid that he might have hurt her feelings.
"I thought about that." She seemed relieved that he didn't recoil from her. "I bought a wig, a large wrap-around skirt and the largest pair of Grasshoppers I could find. I bought a silk shirt from a men's store. I also got what I think are size-appropriate panties."
"Girl's panties?"
"No, not saying anything about you, but I got some silk underwear at the same place that I got your shirt. The salesman gave me the distinct impression that maybe guys who bat for the other team wear these, but no one else is going to know but us. Oh, and in the morning before we go out, I'll put you in the shower and shave your body. I know you aren't used to that so I thought I might have a better hand."
"You have thought this out. I think that it might work." He was trying to be reassuring.
In the morning Michael hopped into the shower. Julie joined him and they slowly washed each other. "No orgasms." She set the rule.
As she picked up the razor and soap, she looked at his hard cock. "Well, when I shave your legs I won't have to hold it out of the way." She carefully removed all the hair from his chest (not much), under his arms, and from his legs. When she finished, she put moisturizer on all the shaved areas. Then she started on the more delicate area around his cock and on his balls.
When she finished, she pushed his semi-hard cock between his legs and skimmed her fingers over the skin above it. "Bare just like me."
She shooed him out of the shower so she could trim this morning's stubble. While she was in there, he moved to the bedroom and ran his hands over his legs. Damn, if he didn't know they were his legs, he'd get excited that the skin felt so good.
After a late breakfast they began Christmas shopping. They had not only their kids but large, extended families on each side. By mid-afternoon the luggage area of Julie's Odyssey was getting full.
"I guess that's enough for today. We still have tomorrow to finish up," Julie stated. "I think I need something for me, perhaps a dress and a pair of shoes."
They went into Macy's about 3 o'clock. She was surprised, but the discount rack had two out-of-season sundresses that she thought might work. She went into the changing rooms and tried each one on. She chose the one with adjustable spaghetti straps instead of the one with the halter top. She thought she would loosen the straps enough so she could flash Michael when she bent over.
She wore the dress out of Macy's to the shoe store in the mall. The clerk returned with three boxes after hearing Julie's description of what she wanted. The clerk helped her slide her foot into the first shoe. Julie felt her toes seated in the shoe, but the clerk didn't release it. Julie looked up. The clerk was staring between her legs.
Julie blushed and swung her foot down to the floor. She had forgotten about the skirt length and had let the clerk see right up to her transparent panties. She quickly selected a pair of shoes and exited the store.
As they handed the car over to the hotel valet, Julie spoke. "This is such a beautiful fall day. I think I'd like to walk around and window shop a little."
"Honey, I really have to use the men's room right now. You going to be out long?"
"Probably not."
"Look I'll wait for you in our room and then we can decide what to do about supper."
"Okay."
****
About ten minutes later a slender brunette walked in from the street and into the bar. Perching on a bar stool, she crossed her legs and tugged her dress as far down over her legs as it would go which she was sure wasn't far enough. The bartender came over and dropped a cocktail napkin.
"Gimme a margarita," she said in a flat voice.
"Regular or frozen?"
"Regular, no salt." He disappeared.
She swiveled on the stool to face the room. Maybe eight or ten guys scattered around watching the football game on the hi-def. She began to bounce one foot in that old come-on gesture.
"Ma'm." The bartender had returned.
"Ma'm," he repeated.
"Yeah?" She swiveled back around. Her margarita was sitting there.
"We don't allow single women like you in the bar."
"Look, I'm waiting for my boyfriend. I'll give you a nice tip." She pulled a twenty out of her purse and pushed it toward him. "My boyfriend will give you a bigger one when he joins me."
"I hope he gets here soon," the bartender replied while pocketing the bill.
She took a sip and swiveled back around holding the drink and resuming the foot bounce. After a couple of minutes one of the guys stood and walked toward her.
"Buy you a drink?"
"Still working on this one," but she smiled at him.
"Oh, yeah." He signaled the bartender. "Give me bourbon on the rocks."
"Give him a twenty," she whispered leaning close to the guy.
"Keep the change." The bartender grinned as he put the drink down and picked up the bill.
"How much?"
"A big one for all night."
"A hundred for all night?" She was small on top, but she looked tight and those legs went on forever. He was sure that if her hem was just a little higher he would see her panties.
"Honey, you don't get out much, do you? It'll cost you ten times that for all night, cash up front. But look at what you're getting." She leaned forward a little and her neckline gaped away from her chest. She knew he could see one breast including the nipple.
His face fell. "How much for an hour?"
"I don't rent that way ? all night or nothing."
He picked up his drink and shambled back to his table.
Her foot bounced for another couple of minutes. Another guy stood up.
"Let me refill that," he said.
"Why thank you kind sir."
"Give the lady another one and I'll have a Glen Livet on the rocks with a splash."
"Give him a big tip," she murmured to the guy standing beside her. She saw him drop a fifty on the bar.
"Does your wife know what you do on business trips?" She was looking at his wedding ring.
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her and she's out shopping all day today, spending my money. What about your husband?" She wasn't wearing her ring, but he could see the white band of skin around her fourth finger.
"Fuck him," she spat. "If he needs to work all weekend, I got other needs."
"Well, I'm not really into guys. That's why I'm talking to you."
She looked at him blankly for a second and then she giggled. "You're funny, uh, uh"
"Mike. Call me Mike."
"Mike, I'm Cindy. If you're not into guys, what are you into?"
"Well, uh." Suddenly he was tongue-tied. "I'd like, uh." His voice was becoming so low she could hardly hear him. "Maybe thirty-four and a half?"
She looked at him oddly and then it dawned on her. She looked around and saw the bartender talking to a guy at the other end of the bar. "You want a blow job?"
"Ye, yesss."
"Bet your wife doesn't do it?"
"Hardly ever."
"She swallow?"
"Never. Says it tastes yucky. Gets mad at me if I don't warn her."
"Well, I do. Always. And I bet yours tastes real good."
"How much?"
"You got a room here?
"Yeah."
"Finish your drink. I like to discuss money in private."
As they left the bar, she took his arm and rubbed her boob against it. "I'm glad you picked me. You look real nice. The first guy was overweight and balding."
"I was afraid I waited too long. I saw the way he looked at you."
"Honey, that's the way all men look at women when they think they're going to get some pussy."
When the elevator doors closed he turned to kiss her. She backed off. "I don't usually kiss, but for you I might make an exception. It'll cost more though."
"I'll pay." He kissed her hard. At the same time he grabbed her tit roughly. After all she was his whore now.
"Don't squeeze the Charmin too hard," she requested grabbing his wrist. "I'm not going anywhere."
They walked down the hall and entered his room. "Let's see what I can help you with." She reached for his belt.
"Wait a second. If I'm paying, I want to look at the goods. Take off your dress."
A zip and the little sundress dropped to the floor. "No undies?"
"Time is money," she replied. "Besides some guys get too eager and they rip up good clothes."
"Aren't you afraid some one will see when you're on a barstool?"
"A little advertising never hurt business." She grinned. "But I'm usually careful enough. Now back to the matter at hand."
She opened his belt and helped him step out of his slacks. She nudged him backwards until he sat down on the bed. She pulled the waistband of his underwear down letting his cock pop up. "Oh, a nice big one."
She knelt between his legs and reached out to stroke it once or twice. "Does it taste as good as it looks?" Her red lipstick smeared along the shaft.
God, this is so great. He watched her head bob for a minute and then he leaned forward and cupped a breast. "Kiss me," he commanded. Their tongues dueled for a minute as she continued to jack him with her hand. Then she broke the kiss.
"I need to taste this luscious prick. I want you to feel like you're fucking my face. Don't you want that?" She bent back down. Her tongue swirled around the head as short strokes below continued the stimulation.
He leaned back on his hands. She looked up directly into his eyes as her head moved up and down. He saw the desire in her eyes. It ignited a raging fire in his. Her free hand moved to caress his balls.
Another minute of her smoldering look and wanton movements were enough. "I'm going to cum," he warned.
She stopped caressing his balls and just held them. Meanwhile, she speeded up her other hand and mouth.
"Oh god," he cried as the first spurt splashed in her mouth. She moved her mouth off his cock and directed the second spurt on to her breasts. Then she covered the head again and let the remainder pool in her mouth. When he had finished, she opened her mouth to show him his spunk, then she swallowed.
"Like I said, you taste good and feel good, too." She rubbed the spunk around her chest and then licked her fingers.
He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard again. He used his other hand to caress down her smooth back to her buttocks. She finally broke the kiss.
"Okay, that'll be a hundred for the blow job and an extra fifty for the kissing."
He retrieved his pants and pulled the wallet out. "Here's two hundred. You were really good. If I want to reach you again, how do I do it?"
"I'm usually around. I bet you'll be able to find me without much trouble." She slipped back into her dress. "Good by." She closed the door behind her.
****
Ten minutes later Julie opened the door with her key. "That little walk around the block really cleared my head. Have you been doing alright?"
"Just waiting for you. I hopped in and showered to get some of the mall grime off."
"That sounds good to me, too. I'm going to hop in the shower before dinner. I feel a little sticky after all the walking we did today."
"'Okay."
****
Julie and Michael were talking over their before-dinner drinks. She had changed into a red blouse and hip-hugger black slacks. The exercise had really improved her shape.
"I heard about a quirky club, Feline Frolics. It's a small place, but I'm told it's fun at times." Julie looked over a Michael.
"Maybe sometime we ought to try it. Is it near here?" Michael waited for her reply.
"Two blocks up and one block over on 5th."
"So walking distance."
"Yeah."
After dinner Julie helped Michael get ready. After he dressed, she helped him with the wig and brushed it into a nice soft wave. Then she applied lipstick and a little mascara and eyeliner. They both looked in the mirror. "Well, I hope you like the butch type," he said.
"I'm going to the newsstand downstairs. I ran out of toothpaste." She blew him a kiss as she went out the door.
****
She had taken a couple of sips of her daiquiri. The bar was so dead tonight. Maybe it was just early, but there were only about half-dozen couples scattered about. She was the only single. If this weren't her only night out, she would just leave.
Then she saw the tall blonde come in. The blonde wasn't a femme, but she didn't seem exactly butch either. Maybe her height made her seem gangly and her skinniness hid some of her feminine traits. She sat on a barstool several seats away and ordered a white wine.
Julie caught her eye in the mirror behind the bar and then looked away. The blonde spun her stool slowly away from Julie and took a sip of wine as she surveyed the room. Julie was watching out of the corner of her eye. The blonde's height gave her great legs. They looked so smooth and shapely to Julie.
The blonde rotated a little further. "I haven't seen you in here before." The alto voice was smooth, tickling Julie's eardrum with a hint of desire.
"I come into the city to shop a couple of times a year. Since I'm doing a lot of Christmas shopping, I thought I'd stay overnight and spend two days in the stores."
"Hubby minding the kids?" The blazing one-carat diamond and matching wedding ring stood out even in the dimly lit bar.
"He hates to shop. He was very willing to let me come while he took the kids on a day hike in the mountains. But I got bored in my room. I wanted to get out and talk to someone."
"Yeah, I felt like talking tonight, too. My friends call me Roxy." She had moved over to the stool next to Julie and stuck out her hand."
"I'm Julie, Roxy. Glad to meet you." They made small talk for a short time.
"Julie, would you like to dance?" Music had started up somewhere and two couples were out on the tiny floor dancing to a Madonna song.
"Oh, that would be nice. I haven't danced in so long."
They gyrated around the floor for two songs. Julie laughed when Roxy mugged like Madonna. As they danced around each other during the second song, Roxy put her hands on Julie's hips as the dance floor became more crowded. After that, Julie passed Roxy once and put her hand on Roxy's side to steady her step. Then they took a break.
"That was so much fun," Julie gushed. "You are really a good dancer."
"Maybe I just have more chances to get out and practice than a married woman does."
"Roxy ? a nickname?"
"My mother was a Literature major. She said Cyrano de Bergerac was her favorite play so she named me Roxane. Unfortunately, like the original, I haven't been able to get a Cyrano to appear in my life."
"Well, you're so lively and I love talking to you. Some one will come along. Oof." Another patron had stumbled against Julie causing her to spill a little of her drink. She looked around the bar. "This place was dead until you came in. Now it seems to be filled to overflowing."
"Everybody heard I was here." Roxy grinned.
"It's noisy, too. I've got a minibar back in my room. Why don't we go back there where we can talk without shouting?"
"Great idea."
During the walk back to the hotel, they talked about the weather and the upcoming holidays. When they got into the elevator, the talking died. Julie's eagerness in the dim bar was fading in the bright lights of the hotel.
Julie opened the door to her room and fled away from the blonde. "The bar's over here. What can I fix you?"
"Wine? Wine cooler?"
"Sure." Julie pulled out a cooler and a vodka bottle and some tonic for herself. When she straightened up, the tall blonde was standing behind her. She felt the other woman's fingers comb through her hair.
"I've never done this before," Julie sighed.
"What? You arranged a night away from your husband and you just happened to wander into a lesbian bar three blocks from your hotel?"
"Things have been same-ole, same-ole for the last few months. And all the magazines have talked about this star with a guy one week and a girl the next. It just seems like everybody mixes with everybody. So I thought ? "
"Don't think." Roxy nibbled at her earlobe.
"Oooh." That was one of Julie's sensitive spots.
"Feel my lips on your neck." Julie shivered. "Let me touch your skin." The long fingers began pushing the buttons on her blouse through the buttonholes. Then the unpolished nails grazed the skin of her chest.
"You are so sexy. I knew the moment I came in tonight that I had to have you. That I had to make love to you." That voice slithered into Julie's ear and down to her pussy. She was flooded between her legs. Roxy pulled her blouse off her shoulders, but the last two buttons were still done up in the shirttail underneath her slacks. Her arms were now pulled back and immovable. The restraint made Julie breathe faster.
"I like the lace of your bra." The bra was almost all lace. Roxy pulled one of the cups down and the flesh bobbled free. "You like this, huh." Two long fingers pulled the erect nipple and the tit-flesh outward.
"Uunnh," groaned Julie. The slight pain combined with the restraint might give her an orgasm right now.
"Are you wet for me? Do you want my fingers inside you?" The hand let the nipple go and skimmed down to the button of Julie's slacks. A quick twist and Julie felt the material around her waist loosen. The last two buttons of her blouse popped open and her arms were free. She held her arms back though, still feeling like she was restrained.
"I like your panties. You just happened to wander into the bar wearing a red lace thong that exactly matches your red lace bra." Julie felt the hand dip under the elastic. "Oh, nice. I like a bare pussy, no hair in the teeth."
"Oooh," Julie groaned again. She turned her head and buried her face in the neck of the taller woman. She kissed and licked at the smooth skin over the collar bone.
"You like this, don't you?" A pause while Julie continued to nibble on Roxy's neck. "Well, Miss I've-Never-Done-This-Before, are you going to want to do this again? Are you?" Roxy was thrusting two fingers in and out of her slit.
"Yes, yes, yess! I want to do it again and again. Do me more!' Julie's hips were gyrating slowly now.
"I want to see your wet pussy." Roxy dropped to one knee and pulled down both slacks and panties in one hard yank. "Get on the bed." She gave a quick slap to one of the firm buns in front of her.
Julie bent over to drop her shoes and step out of the slacks around her ankles. She jumped quickly to the bed. As she turned and sat down Roxy was right in front of her. The blonde turned and pulled up her skirt. "Kiss my panties before I do any more."
Julie leaned forward and pressed her lips against the silk material on one side, while running her hands up and down those gorgeous legs. Then she kissed the other side. Finally, she pressed her lips to the long indentation and used her tongue to force the lime green silk between the two taut cheeks. Roxy turned slowly and Julie trailed little kisses across the soft material. Finally Roxy was facing her. Julie took a deep breath and pulled down the waistband of the panties.
"Your skin is so soft." She kissed downward. "So soft and smooth."
"That's good," Roxy said. She knelt in front of Julie. "Ask me for what you want," she commanded while pushing Julie's knees apart.
"Kiss me there," Julie pointed between her legs.
"Ask me specifically."
"Kiss my pussy, please." Julie rolled back on the bed holding her knees apart. "Lick my cunt. Please make me cum with your tongue."
Roxy pushed her head between the two firm thighs and licked gently at the exposed pink flesh. Julie felt the wonderful wet red digit move slowly from the bottom of her slit to her clit. It circled there, then descended again. As it moved back to her clit sparks radiated from the juncture of two people. Julie wrapped a hand in the blonde hair and held the head in place. It didn't take long.
Julie stomped her feet down on the mattress and pushed up into the face at her pussy. She felt the contractions in her cunt and heard herself trill in a faraway sound. Then she collapsed.
Julie heard some scratching and then a tearing sound. "I'll leave my number on the bedside table. Give me a call the next time you come to town to shop." Julie heard a door close, but she was too exhausted to do anything other than roll up and crawl between the sheets.
****
Michael came out of the bathroom nude and slid under the sheets beside Julie. She pressed closer and they drifted off to sleep.
Moonlight was bathing the room when Michael woke half dozen hours later. He got up to relieve himself. When he crawled back in bed, Julie traveled to the bathroom. When she returned, she gently put her lips to his.
He opened his mouth and traced her teeth with his tongue. At the same time he began circling his fingers down her backbone. She stretched out next to him, throwing one leg over his and pressing her center against his hip.
He was still groggy and hence momentarily surprised at the smooth skin and the wetness between her legs. She broke the kiss and licked down the side of his throat to his chest. Then she returned up the other side to his mouth. They traded licks, kisses and caresses for some time before their hands wandered southward.
He moved one hand to stroke those delightful morsels that pressed into his skin. He bent and nipped at her nipples and pushed them closer together twisting his head from one to the other. He let one hand drift down to the smooth skin between her legs. The slick, wet bump rolled under the light stroke of his finger. She moaned into his ear.
She felt so hot. It had been years since she was this excited. Then she felt his head move. He kissed the underside of her breasts. He licked down to her belly button. Then he kissed lower. Yes! This is what she wanted. His tongue slipped over her clit and dragged down through her center. It reversed direction. Then it stopped and plunged in and out of her gaping hole several times. She had to have it on her clit. She pulled on the back of his head until he was positioned correctly. Then she pushed up into his mouth.
She tasted so sweet to him. Why had he punished himself by not doing this for so long? He loved the feel of her hips gyrating against his face. He slipped two fingers inside her as he continued the light licks over her clit.
The delicious sensations spouted from his mouth and spread across her body. Lights flickered behind her closed eyelids. She couldn't control her hips. She couldn't control her body. She arched up and dropped limply to the bed as the aftershocks jerked at her nerves.
When she opened her eyes again, Michael was staring at her. "You are so beautiful."
She pulled his head down to her lips. She could taste the slick juices around his mouth. "You lie down now," she commanded. She kissed down his neck to his chest. She licked around his nipples and then across under his arm. The manly smell started her motor again. She kissed his belly button and continued sliding down until she nuzzled the skin around the base of his cock.
She started to stroke his cock as she licked at random spots on his belly, his balls, and his thighs. She leaned across his thighs as she brought the head to her mouth. She began to bob while continuing with her hand lower down.
He let the sensations flow out from her mouth for several minutes. When the urge began to grow, he knew he didn't want to finish this way. "Stop! Get on top of me."
She never let his cock go as she swung around and threw a leg across his hips. She rubbed the head back and forth along her furrow several times and then held it still as she slowly descended. Down, up, down further, up, down all the way. As she sat there on him, eyes closed, feeling the fullness within her, he felt her juices seeping out onto him.
She started moving. First it was just slowly up and down. Then she leaned forward on one arm, bouncing at about a forty-five degree angle. Finally she was leaning on her forearms, her body moving just above and parallel to his. He felt the delicious scraping of her hard nipples across his chest. Where they joined he felt all squishy and slick. His skin that hadn't been exposed for almost thirty years now enjoyed the delicious friction of her wetness.
He felt her clench her muscles around him. After a few minutes she moaned. "Michael, you're so good. I'm getting close. Come in me. Come in me."
She continued to chant in his ear. She increased the speed of her movements. She pressed her hips harder onto his to increase the friction on her clitoris, but the wetness all over their joining kept things moving easily. She pushed her hips down against him and pinned him to the mattress. He felt the spasms in her and they caused him to spurt. They both collapsed and she rolled off him.
"Michael, that was wonderful. You are so good to me. I want to remember how much I love you forever."
"Was I as good as Roxy?"
"Michael, Roxy was a fling. She could never be as good as the man I love and who loves me. Our soul connection guarantees that."
"Was I as good as Cindy?" She asked in turn. He could see her grinning at him.
"Well, Cindy finished me off and swallowed. I didn't want to waste my self in your mouth, so I can't really compare. I might have to look Cindy up again to get her to do me once more and then let you do me. Just to be fair, you understand."
"I'll do you alright." She jumped on top of him. They wrestled around for a minute or two before quieting down in each other's arms.
She snuggled up against him and they were quiet for a while. Then Michael had to ask a something which had popped into his mind the day before.
"That brings up a question," he began. "Tell me about how you and Dr. Jacobsen came up with this idea."
She propped herself up on her elbow and looked into his face. The moonlight coming in through the open curtains allowed her to see his reactions. "I was going to have this conversation later today, but now seems okay."
"First, as they say the fine print. I've already admitted that most of what happened over the last year was my fault. Some of it was aggravated by my depression, but, again, I'm sorry for everything I did."
"Now, back to your feature presentation." She smiled at him. "Last fall before my depression, I felt our love life was getting stale. We did the same thing every time. I did have an orgasm or two each time we did it and I'm sure you did too, but it was the same way, almost like a checklist. Kissing, two minutes, nipple-play one minute, stroke my pussy, stroke your cock, oral sex, mostly you on me, me on you was a rare variation. Intercourse, choose a position from a list of three. It was like having chocolate layer cake for dessert every night; sometimes you want a change to apple pie."
"Since I began to get better this summer, I realized that we had fallen back to the same level, except it was a little worse. Neither of us did oral anymore because of the associations with my affair. I loved the oral that you gave me before that. I think you enjoyed it. And I had learned to love performing oral on you. What Cindy said yesterday was true ? you do taste good. I told Dr. Jacobsen about this and that I wanted us to be more imaginative in bed. I wasn't sure what I wanted in this regard, but I wanted something different."
"She suggested acting out fantasies. We talked and came up with the idea of getting out of the house and me picking a fantasy that was outrageous, but very exciting. From there I think it's worked out well."
"Another question: honey, have you ever done anything with a woman?"
The silence stretched out for a minute or two. "No. I have wondered. Back in college when I was a junior, before I met you, there was a girl on my hall that I sort of had a crush on. She was about my height but a lot curvier, probably D cup and a nice round butt. It wasn't cool then to be bisexual, so I didn't do anything and then she graduated. If she had made a pass at me, I probably would have tumbled. I didn't know anything about her preferences although she went on dates with guys. Even if I thought she was into girls, I probably would have been too scared of the repercussions to try to start anything. Since I met you I hadn't even thought much about it. When Dr. Jacobsen suggested this weekend and told me to be outrageous, I decided to use this fantasy."
"Michael, tell me you love me. I love you so much now it hurts sometimes when we're apart."
"Julie: Come grow old with me, the best is yet to be."
"Oh Michael, yes, yes my love."
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