My legs shook as she dived in between them and started touching me in ways no one else had. I had never been with a woman before, and her touch was different. Her licks were softer, more focused. She knew exactly where to touch me as I grinded against her beautiful face. Moans of pleasure escaped my lips. My hands traveled down to the top of her head, holding her to me. Each flick of her tongue brought me closer to the edge. She took my clit in her mouth, gently sucking before breaking away completely.
“You’re done?” I asked, unable to hide my disappointment.
She shook her head, giving me a smile that could only be described as seductive. She rose to my neck, leaving a trail of little kisses as she made her way to my lips. I tasted myself on her lips as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. My lady bits throbbed with desire as she rose and walked over to her bag. “I have a toy,” she said with a coy smile.
I had never used a toy during sex before, in fact, I didn’t even own one. My husband didn’t allow that sort of stuff in our house. “I can’t wait,” I assured her, opening my legs further.
She pulled the toy from her bag. It didn’t look like anything special, just a purple dildo, but the magic happened when it buzzed to life against my clit. “Damn,” I yelled, unable to control myself as the vibrations overtook me. I closed my eyes, but I could feel her mouth on my breast, taking the entire thing in her mouth. Her tongue teased my nipples with the same intensity that she had been teasing my clit. “I’m cumming,” I screamed as I felt the pressure building within me. The orgasm shook my body in a way no man had ever been able to. When it was done, I just laid there, unable to move. I didn’t even know if I could walk. She gave me one last kiss before getting dressed.
“We should do this again sometime,” she said.
I nodded in agreement. “It was amazing.” We exchanged numbers before I dressed and started my wobbly walk home. My good mood was dashed when I spotted my husband’s Trump mobile sitting outside. I wasn’t in the mood to face what I’d done. Would he know? I wouldn’t have to worry about him trying to have sex with me. His erectile disfunction prevented that, but would he be able to smell the other woman’s perfume on me? I could just say I’d been out with a friend. It was likely he’d believe me, since lesbians didn’t exist in his Trump donated world.
“Hey, Ray,” I said, as I walked in to see him scratching his belly and burping. His bald head glistened as he turned to give me a gap-toothed smile. One of Donald Trump’s rallies blared from the tv. It wasn’t live, he’d recorded the one rally we’d been able to go to. I liked Trump to, or I did before sleeping with the managers. Now, I couldn’t help cringing a little as I watched him yell, “Wrong!” into the mic. He threw an empty beer can at the garbage but missed. He didn’t bother to get up, just left the can there for me to pick up later. “You know, you could pick that up,” I said, not bothering to hide my annoyance.
“I could, but I’ve been earning money to support your ass,” he said. It was true, we had a nice life. Our house was worth over a million dollars, and I could buy whatever car I wanted. Still, our relationship wasn’t perfect. I’d orgasmed more with the managers in the last few days than I’d ever done during my time with him. I still loved him, but I couldn’t help wondering if his bland sex driven me to becoming a Karen.