When we first became active in the swinger lifestyle it seemed everyone was turned on to girl on girl action. We watched some girls at our local club and although I enjoyed watching I had no interest to join in or explore that side of the lifestyle. I loved the men and usually had no issue in finding a man to take back to a room to enjoy.

I was not standoffish but outside of dancing and some playful kissing and acting sexual my girl-0n-girl activity was limited. I became the girl that would take care of the men when all the girls got together to play which worked out well for me and the other ladies. Instead of standing around jerking off and trying to join in the ladies could all play freely and I would make sure all the husbands were kept occupied and entertained.

It was about two years into our entry into the lifestyle when a girl I knew was alone and so I invited her over to stay with me. My husband was also traveling for work and so I was alone too. It turned out to be a wonderful night together. We watched romance stories on television, talked about guys, drank wine and drove our poor pizza delivery guy crazy flirting. I don't think I had laughed so much in the past twenty years as I did that night.

Marissa was a nice looking lady, about my age. She like me never had any trouble with having any guy she wanted and was not into girls either. It was almost two in the morning when we started getting ready for bed, standing in my vanity brushing our teeth, combing our hair, still laughing and taking off our makeup. I put on my flannel pajamas as usual and Marissa and I laughed as she said she thought she was the only one who wore those. She also had a long set of thick flannel pajamas she put on.

We got into our king size bed and finished out wine laughing and telling naughty stories about our husbands. I finally turned the lights out and we were both still wide awake.

Somehow we had both moved and were now laying side by side on our backs. The night lighting in the house along with the light coming inside the bedroom window from our backyard and pool area were making the room light enough that I could see Marissa clearly. We ended up on our sides still giggling and laughing and I could feel Marissa's breath on my face. I don't know what came over me but I moved closer and heard myself ask: "Is it alright if I kiss you?" I did not wait for a reply and our mouths met. The kiss was intense, it lasted for what felt like hours and Marissa was an excellent kisser. I could see why all the men liked her. During our kiss, I felt our hands begin to explore each other. I don't know who started it but both our chests were out and both of us had our hands down inside the waistband of each other's bottoms. It felt so good, I did not want it to stop.

I was unbuttoning Marissa's shirt, slowly, sensually, softly caressing her gorgeous breasts, her nipples hard and erect as I felt her begin to tug at the waist of my pajama bottoms. I raised my hips letting her move both my pajamas and my underwear down off my hips.

(Will add more about the night. Have to go before it is too late now. )

 

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