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It started when I attended a benefit banquet a couple of years ago with my husband, Michael. He's a partner in a prestigious law firm in Seattle, and it was their annual charity auction where everyone one-ups each other for the most significant donation. I accompanied him because he is a partner in the firm, but I find it boring with all the legal talk around the table. I've been attending these functions since he started at the firm just over twenty-five years ago. That year we sat with three junior partners and their wives. I hadn't met them before, so I thought the talk might be interesting. Little did I know that the auction would change my life.I was delighted when we got to our table to discover one of the couples were lesbians. I knew the firm had been active in diversification, so this was a pleasant surprise. They were both relatively young and gorgeous, which at first made me feel old. The other two couples I'd met before at other corporate events I'd attended. They were in their mid-thirties and friendly people. With the newcomers, I hoped, we'd talk about anything but the legal world. It was refreshing to get to know Cassidy and Jillian during dinner. By chance, I sat next to Cassidy, the wife of Jillian, the junior partner.Cassidy had dressed in a short black bodycon dress which showed off her impressive cleavage and toned legs. She also wore opera gloves which I thought was a bit of overkill. Her dark brunette hair was parted in the middle and held in a tight bun. Around her neck, she wore a gold locket which caught my eye as she moved. She had a mischievous smile that she'd flash my way when we talked, making me think she was planning something. Jillian, her wife, was much more conservative in her attire. A grey pants suit tailored for her svelte figure. Her long straight blonde hair lay neatly down her back and an infectious smile.I felt like a plain jane in my long sleeve black dress, pageboy cut, and very little make-up as I sat next to them. But then again, I had at least twenty years on them.The dinner was the usual chicken, vegetarian, or beef which was very well prepared and presented. The conversation around the table ebbed and flowed as we ate. Most of the questions were aimed at Jillian and Cassidy since Jillian was reasonably new to the firm. We learned how they met in college and how Jillian had selected to work for Michael's firm. Cassidy taught kindergarten at a local private elementary school. They seemed both seemed sweet and totally in love.*After the dinner plates were cleared, the auction began. I noticed one particular item I'd thought about bidding on. It was a pair of premium orchestra seats and backstage passes for a performance of Madame Butterfly a couple of months away.*I'm not a huge opera fan, but I love that particular one. Our conversation at the table began to center on the bidding and who was doing the bidding. Since Cassidy didn't seem that interested in it, her focus Bostancı Escort (http://www.34rty.com/) fell on me. I got to see their puppy on her cell phone. Gretchen Marie was a Bernese Mountain dog and the cutest thing. She was ten months old and just adorable. Cassidy scrolled through the pictures as I watched, smiling at her pup.*I volunteer at the humane society as a dog walker from time to time, so this was a real treat. There were pictures of Cassidy or Jillian in some rather revealing clothing in between images of the pup. At first, Cassidy would quickly scroll past those apologizing as she did. I didn't say anything to Cassidy but seeing them dressed as they were was interesting. I think after about four or five pictures, Cassidy noticed me gawking slightly, and she seemed to linger on them a bit longer than Gretchen's. I could feel myself getting warmer, which I attributed to the wine as Cassidy showed more of Jillian and herself on a tropical vacation dressed in tiny thong bikinis.After a few minutes of looking, she put her phone away, and we talked about dogs. By this time, I'd had at least three glasses of wine. It wasn't going to be too long before my opera was up for bid, so I excused myself to use the ladies' room. I asked Michael to bid if I didn't make it back in time. He was busy talking shop and nodded that he would.*I hurried to the ladies' room, figuring Michael was preoccupied and would miss bidding should my opera come up.*In the ladies' room, I'd just walked out of the stall and noticed Cassidy at the sink touching up her lip gloss. She looked at me via the mirror, smiling. I had a chance to look over her toned young body with a perfect ass. I was in reasonably decent shape, but she was amazing. Oh, to be twenty years younger, I thought to myself.I began washing my hands as she finished primping. She then turned to me as I dried my hands, a sly grin on her lovely face. I tossed the towel in the tiny trash opening on the countertop then turned to her. She then wrapped an arm around my neck and one around my waist, pulling me to her. She kissed me full on the lips as the hand at my waist slipped down to cup my ass cheek.I was shocked, but her lips felt so delicious against mine. I was surprised and didn't fight it, and she thought I was enjoying it, so she slipped her tongue in, searching for mine. I must have moaned out of instinct or something as her hand massaged my ass, pulling me tighter to her. Her tongue teased mine as we stood there, me in a daze, and Cassidy focused. For some strange reason, I thought about wrapping my arms around her. But getting caught kissing her had popped into my mind. I did let her finish, glad that nobody was with us or had entered the room. When she did finish, I was breathless. I'd never been kissed like that before.*She just smiled, looked into my eyes, and told me she'd wanted to do that all evening. I was speechless. She then suggested I clean Bostancı Escort Bayan (http://www.34rty.com/) her gloss off my lips as she giggled, leaving me standing there to figure out what had just happened. I watched like a deer caught in the headlights as she wiggled her tight little tush looking back with a wink.I managed to gain my composure, wiping her lip gloss from my lips as I thought about what had just occurred. I could feel a warmth between my legs which was something that had never happened around a woman. My heartbeat had tripled, and my face was flush. I went back to my table, acting as calmly as I could. Cassidy practically ignored me, but Micheal noticed my red cheeks. I told him it was the wine and that I'd drink water the rest of the night. He smiled, returning to his shop talk with the junior partners.*My sex life with Michael was reasonably good. He'd developed Peyronie's disease about a year earlier, and intercourse had been sporadic at best. We were still intimate, but something was lacking in enthusiasm on his part because it could be painful. He'd seen a doctor about it and was contemplating surgery or medications. That passionate kiss from Cassidy sent me into a tailspin; remembering what I was missing, I rationalized.*I looked at the program, thinking my auction was about to start. Then much to my surprise and dismay, it had been completed when I was recovering in the ladies' room. I asked Michael about it, and he had been too busy talking to bid. It was then Cassidy tapped my shoulder. I turned to look at her, and she was grinning like a Cheshire Cat and told me she'd won it. My jaw dropped; I started to say something until Cassidy stopped me in my tracks.She smiled, "Kathleen, you weren't here, and I know you were so excited about it, so I talked Jill into letting me bid on them. You're my date if you want to be. Jill has a weekend retreat with the partners or something. If you don't want to go, say so, and I'll find someone else. I love opera, so dramatic."I thought for a second before speaking. I was mad that Michael had just sat there yet glad that I was going to go.Putting on a false front, I beamed, ?Thank you, Cassidy. That's so thoughtful of you. I must have misjudged my timing for the auction. I'll gladly pay you for my ticket.?She giggled as she patted my thigh hidden from view, "It's fine. Jill doesn't care for opera at all, and it will be nice to go with a fangirl for a change."I swallowed hard, "Yes, it will be nice. I didn't know you liked opera that much. Michael hates it, and now I know he'll be at a retreat that weekend, thank you."The rest of the evening continued with more small talk as Cassidy randomly traced my leg with her fingertip. She was very discrete. I hoped nobody noticed my goosebumps as she did it.My heart was racing the entire remainder of the auction. I've never been teased by anyone like Cassidy was teasing me. She was married too! She had Escort Bostancı (http://www.34rty.com/) me confused and anxious at the same time, which for me, is rare.*I felt a constant tingle between my legs, unsure why she had this effect on me. I'm not into women despite my reactions and Cassidy's flirting. Then, when I thought it would subside, Cassidy would tease me with a fingertip, pat my thigh or rest her hand on my leg. She was good at the flirting game, and I was a mess trying to remain calm as she toyed with me. I'm not a drama queen and didn't want to make a scene, so I stayed as composed as I could, counting the minutes until we could leave.When we did get up to leave, both Cassidy and Jillian hugged me. Cassidy whispered that she'd like to see me again, which made me a bit more flustered.*On the way home, Michael and I discussed the evenings' activities. I was still a little put out that he didn't bid for me. Even though he didn't seem to mind me going with Cassidy, I felt he should have paid attention. I guess it was his way of getting out of a trip to the opera.We went to bed with Michael falling fast asleep. I was wound up thinking about Cassidy and the ladies' room kiss, along with her flirting. I found it unsettling yet arousing. I'd never had the remotest thought about being with another woman, but Cassidy did something to me. My lack of intimacy with Michael didn't help. I needed that closeness and, of course, an orgasm with someone, not with my fingers. I missed the long sloppy wet kisses, the feel of another body against me, and the joy of sex filling my senses.*Laying in the dark, basically alone, I did something out of the ordinary. I masturbated thinking of Cassidy. Well, masturbating isn't abnormal for me; I've been doing it more often since Michael became afflicted. But, to picture another woman is not my norm. I couldn't get Cassidy out of my mind, young, voluptuous, and desiring me. Straight, mature Rachel Williams. I was flattered and horny. She probably knew how to please a woman in a multitude of ways I'd never experienced. It gave me goosebumps.I imagined Cassidy doing a slow striptease as I watched. She was slowly removing those gloves, tossing one at a time at me, and then kicking off her heels, letting them fly across the room, not caring where they landed. Dressed only in her black bodycon, she began inching it down her perfect frame. I imagined her dancing slowly closer to me then backing away to taunt me. My breathing was increasing as she smiled, watching me finger myself.*As each article of clothing disappeared, the exploring of my vagina became more intense. I kept watching Cassidy move seductively towards me with lust-filled eyes as the dress left her body, revealing her full, firm breasts. I heard myself moan then listened to hear Michael snoring away. Then back to picturing Cassidy crawling onto my bed wearing only lacey black boy shorts as I rubbed my clit with increasing ferocity. She hovered over me as my free hand became her teeth clamping down on one nipple, tugging it and stretching it as I moved closer to my climax. I looked over at Michael once more to ensure he was still sleeping since his snoring had ceased. Thank goodness he'd rolled over onto his side, facing away from me.*