I admit it: I'm a mistress. I'm not proud of it, but I can't stop. I'm not like most mistresses, though. I don't have some guy sneaking around on his wife. I have the wife sneaking around on him!
Yes, I'm a woman having an affair with a woman. I never thought I would be a mistress, and I never thought I would be a lesbian. I don't really consider myself a lesbian...just a bit bi-curious. I am still attracted to men, but I have met a woman who has changed my world.
I met Emily about six months ago at the locker room in the day spa while changing into our robes. She was there for a massage, and I was getting my monthly Brazilian wax. No, we didn't check out each others' bodies in the locker room. We just chatted casually, cordially while waiting to be called for our respective services.
I enjoyed my wax (I always do...the pain and the pleasure of it) and asked my esthetician if she could touch up my brows, too. She always agrees because I always forget to schedule that. By the time I got back to the locker room, Emily was in there, done with her massage.
We chatted some more and realized that we worked out at the same gym. She mentioned a new fitness class that she was excited to take, so I said I'd sign up for it, too.
That spa locker room was where our acquaintance began, but we became friends through our time at the gym. It was nice to have a work-out buddy, someone to help keep me motivated to work out. And although there was some difference in our ages, and some differences in our lifestyles, we hit it off and became fast friends.
Emily is married and has a young son, six years old. She spends a lot of time running him to school or play dates or doctor's appointments. (I never realized how many trips young boys can take to emergency rooms; no fear with them!) And she spends a lot of time keeping up with housework and shopping and meals. Then there is the fight over bath time and bed time, not too mention spending time with her husband. And time for herself? Well, that is nearly impossible, it seemed.
I, on the other hand, am single and pretty carefree. As a freelance writer, I mostly set my own schedule, rarely cutting any submissions too close to the deadline. I go to the gym and the spa and for lunches and dinners with friends whenever I want. I can go out on dates whenever. I can pick up and travel at a moment's notice. My life is completely different from Emily's life.
And yet, we're the best of friends. And now we're lovers, too.
How did we make the transition from just friends to secret lovers? It's hard to say when it started. Early on we would hug like girlfriends do, but it wasn't all the time. You know, just that quick little "Hey, Friend" type of hug. Nothing lingering. Nothing sensual. We talked about our lives, and we each admired the other. I have wanted marriage and a family for years. She loves being married, but she missed out on a single life, really. After college, she married her high school boyfriend, and he's the only person she'd ever been with before me. I admired that about her, that longevity. She admired me bouncing from guy to guy.
I guess that's what got us talking and moving more to intimacy: sharing the intimate details of my sexscapades with her. I was talking about positions that she had either never experienced, or things that she and Mike hadn't done in years and years. One day I was trying to explain a position to her, drawing it out, even using some of her boy's action figures. She still couldn't visualize how two bodies could get in that position.
"Here, I'll show you." I took her hand then and led her into her bedroom. "Lay down with your head down here. Okay, now lift your left leg and prop yourself on your elbow. No, the other elbow. Okay, then the guy comes at you from an angle, kinda like this...wait, lift you left leg again, farther. Yeah, see then the guy slips into you from this angle, and when he does he hits your g-spot just right. And see, he still has a hand free to play with your tits..." And with that, I reached down and grabbed her right tit. I didn't realize it until I noticed her back arching slightly. "Sorry...I didn't mean to completely demonstrate the move. Anyway, you and Mike should try it sometime." I tried to disentangle myself from her body, but she reached up and grabbed me.
"Paige...would you...could I...well, would you maybe kiss me? My last first kiss was eighteen years ago. And you have first kisses all the time. I just want that feeling again, that thrill."
Her eyes looked sad to me, like she was mourning all that she had passed up to be with her husband. I kissed her, and it wasn't out of pity. It wasn't simply to give her another first kiss. It was because she looked so beautiful. And she was my best friend. And I would have done anything for her.
She was still laying there on her bed, and I was propped up beside her now. I leaned over and kissed her slowly, sensually. She gasped as if an entire lifetime was released with that kiss. We looked at each other for several minutes, without a word, without a touch, without another kiss. Just looking and thinking about each other and what was happening.
I reached out and lightly ran my right hand across her cheek, down her neck, along her shoulder. I led my hand down to her left breast and circled it lightly. "I liked the kiss. And you are my best friend, Em. You have a beautiful body that I would love to explore. But you also have a great husband who loves you so much. I'm gonna go out to the living room, and I want you to think about this. I mean, this was kinda sudden and really unexpected. If you want more, I'll be there for you. But if you want to forget this, it will always be our secret." I kissed her forehead before I made my way to the couch. I picked up a magazine but wasn't able to process a single word I saw in it.
It felt like an eternity, but my watch said it had been five minutes. I heard Em get off the bed and headed to the living room. Decision made, I thought.
"Paige?"
I turned. There stood my beautiful best friend. In the doorway. In her bra and panties.
"Paige, you kissed me. Now, will you fuck me?"
Em was my best friend, and like I said I would do anything for her. I loved her and had since early on. But that day, things changed for us. That's the day she became my lover.
So yeah, I'm a mistress. But with us, it's more than fucking. It's friendship and sensuality and soft gentle touches. But every once in a while, it's all about a good fuck!
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