This may seem long but as a woman I wanted to share - here goes !

Just like most others, when I split from my partner I initially wallow in self pity, seek revenge by playing close to home, and finally beat myself up over it and try to paper over the cracks and deny everything.

Sound familiar?

I was in my 30s this happened about 4 years ago I`d separated from my partner and due to the high emotion and sexual frustration I found myself in several unimagined scenarios`s over a few months. We`d both had previous bad relationships and had both brought the baggage into our relationship.

It`s only been in the last few years of discovery that we`ve become liberated and are now honest about our needs and desires and our sexual history. We each thought the other prudish and were too insecure to be honest and push the boat out. Not so now. We tell each other everything, warts and all. Not the genital variety you understand? I`m being euphemistic!

I worked (and still do) part time in our local pharmacy with the registered pharmacist and another female assistant. We worked every Saturday from 1pm-9pm as our little extra earner. We were then, and still are the only emergency pharmacy in our post code, that is  how we were able to land the Saturday shift the regular girls did not want.

As explained, at the time I was dragging the baggage and as the woman I was working the shift with had been a flame of my partners in their teens I felt wrongly justified being rude and nasty to her. I was so nasty and childish I still cringe at the memory of it. Her name is Sara ( not real name ) and has since then become one of the most precious people in my life.

After my split 3-4 months previously I`d been falling to bits and wrongly imagined that S was enjoying my misery. One Saturday at work I`d accused her of pretty much that and had reduced the woman to tears. I felt so bad when I saw her cry that I just can`t put it into words. I immediately begged her forgiveness and she accepted my apology.

S was then 39 and the same age as my ex . Previously when I criticised her he would defend her and we would usually fall out due to the jealousy involved. He always said she was a lovely person and I wanted him to agree with me and ridicule her. He never did.

The day I reduced her to tears seemed to drag until lock up and I promised to myself I`d try and be kind to her. The following Saturday when alone I found myself pouring my heart out to her and she hugged me and told me that we were a beautiful couple and not to give up hope of a reconciliation.

Over the next few weeks we became really close, others found that odd, we lived 5 doors apart and had never as much sent a card to each other. S husband was 49 and had taken to the alcohol in a big way over the past few years. They had a 9 year old son and I soon found she felt unloved and neglected too.

S was then, and still is very pretty, not just for a woman of 39 as some would say. She has a wonderful figure and turned many heads. She has a 36D cup and a really tight waist with generous hips and lovely bum. She then had dark brown hair and was always immaculately groomed. She also told me of the dark side of living with John and how she  hated the weekends because of the drinking.

I invited S to come over after work one Saturday and bring her son .

I said we could share a bottle of wine and that they were welcome to stay if she wished? S was delighted and the rest of the day flew past. 9.30pm and S was at the door with Robbie ( her son ) by her side and within 3 hours and 2 bottles we had put the world to rights.

Robbie plays Sunday league football and takes it very seriously and was in bed asleep for 10.30. Me and S then started on about how useless men were etc and sat there till 1am. Although Robbie was in a double bed alone and I have another single bed we both walked to my room still talking and geeing each other up. Once in the room we threw our nighties on the bed and began to undress.

I suddenly felt a little self conscious at this moment but as S stripped down I followed suit. I seemed to be following her lead and was always one item of clothing behind her. S was down to her bra and panties and we kept eye contact and tried not to stare. When she removed her bra I kept talking, but nervously. I avoided looking and was intrigued by the thought that I did want to?

When S lifted her arms above her head and her head disappeared inside her nightie for a moment I did stare at her breasts. I then removed my bra and as I lifted my modest nightie over my head S complimented me on my breasts. My heart skipped a beat, but in the nicest way imaginable! I though that was it but S  then removed her panties from under her nightie and again I followed her lead.

We jumped into bed and I turned the little bed side lamp off and turned to S and without hesitation wrapped my arms around her. She lay on her back and pulled me to her breasts and gave me a little kiss on the forehead, I kissed her back with a little peck on her lips. My mind was swimming but I was loving the attention.

I was hypnotised by her massive watery eyes and stunned at how soft and warm her skin was and how gently she stroked my face and hair. We lay talking for about an hour continually exchanging little kisses and petting and stoking each others faces and hair before falling asleep.

I awoke to hear S in the hall on her cell phone asking Robbie`s football coach to pick him up at my address. Twenty minutes later I heard a car horn and the door close. I hoped that S was not away too but then heard her coming up stairs. I wondered for a moment if she would be angry or what and I felt so awkward waiting for her entry.

S entered the room and we exchanged smiles as she leaned over me letting her hair fall on my face and said, morning pet, how do you turn the heating off, I`m roasting? She then gave me a little kiss on the lips as I put my arm round her back and said, you get into bed and I`ll get it love!

I ran down stairs and turned it off and ran back to the room and jumped in beside her. As I got into bed S said, do you mind if I take my nightie off, I`m too hot? I replied, me too! We stood by the bed and faced each other as we undressed and I stared at S beautifully trimmed pubic hairs and gorgeous breasts and complimented her on her wonderful figure. She seemed coy but returned the compliment immediately.

Due to the stress and weight loss of our recent break up I was down to 36D or DD and curvier than I`d been since I was 16. I didn`t feel confident though as we all know about how we feel in such troubled times? I was close shaved (pussy and legs obviously) and well groomed and trying to keep up appearances though.

We jumped into bed and immediately wrapped our arms round each other and as S stroked my hair we had our first real kiss. I almost passed out and was in disbelief at how soft and warm she felt and her tiny little tongue and lips and petite body. My pussy was shaved at the time and I felt it gush all the way round to my bum. I was soaking and I wanted  more.

I tried to protest that I was straight and had never been with a woman and S replied, neither have I? I was first to make a move and slipped my hand between S legs as we shared a lingering kiss. We both gasped as I felt her soaking pussy and slipped 3 fingers inside. S said, oh Lorraine you`re making me come! I was so close to the edge that as soon as she slipped 2 fingers inside me I shuddered and began fingering her pussy as I orgasmed and begged her to, please let me taste you?

We lay kissing and sucking our own and each others fingers for ages and tweaked and twisted each others nipples and squeezed each others breasts, each gasping and sighing as we did so. We tried to do a 69 but neither of us could concentrate as the other was touching us so we agreed I`d be first to go down.

I slipped my head between S’s legs and got my first ever close up of a swollen pussy. S had me by the hair as I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and lapped at her pussy. The response was immediate as she pushed my face deeper and deeper and gripped my head with her thighs. I lapped with my tongue and had 4 fingers working furiously as S screamed out, there`s nothing better than this!

I jumped up the bed immediately after S climaxed and got her to lick her come from my face as she slipped 2 fingers inside me as I crouched over her. As her fingers were so tiny I`d to ask for 4. S slipped between my legs as I turned on my back and I came the moment I saw her tongue touch my pussy and felt that wonderful gentle touch of her tongue. I shuddered for an eternity as the orgasm swept my body. I kept thinking about a line from a song ie tongue swollen with devils love!

We lay and kissed and cuddled for hours until it was time for S to leave and have met twice a week since. Paul now knows about it and has done for 2 years now. He strongly approves and is happy she was there for me at a bad time and is the lovely person she  thought she was. S does not know he knows and thinks it`s mearly a coincidence he goes fishing all night once or twice a month? I`m trying to be honest and not hurt two people so he does have to know.

We have moved on and do dirty sex as well as lovey dovey touchy feely that we both love. We sometimes wear long skirts and no knickers to the pharmacy and finger each other to bits under the counter. On one occasion used a pump dispenser tooth paste on each other then sold it to the biggest prude in the village and laughed ourselves silly about it.

I wasn`t wrong about S’s fascination with Paul though. One of her favourite turn ons is for for me to have sex with Paul and for her to lick me clean. He being such an obliging guy leaves the house before he`s even zipped up to allow S to taste it while it`s still warm!

Despite all the adventures Paul and I have had over the years I`d never tell S. This is and always will be special and I`d hate for her not to feel it that way too. I don`t have an attraction to women either though despite that sounding strange in light of what I`ve told you? I watch the man in the porno and am not in the least turned on by lesbian scenes.

I know I sound a hypocrite but that`s just how it is? I love our cuddles and sex together and the togetherness of it and I don`t want to analyze why? I don`t even like it if Paul kisses S at new year. I feel really jealous and feel I`d be in danger of losing both of the people I really do love and couldn`t be without? Like I said, don`t analyze it, just enjoy it!

Thank you 💋