My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie

My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie 7.

I can't say I have lived the fairy tale life. I had lots of advantages that some people never get, but surely fewer than others. I have never met a man who swept me off my feet. I have never married, never really wanted kids. Never really knew where my future lay. My focus has always been, and continues to be, my education, my career success, my financial success, and my overall well-being. So, for me to be on that path still, moving forward, succeeding, changing, adapting, yet being caught up in a lesbian love affair with a 5o-year-old married woman, was not something I would have ever envisioned. But one I found myself longing for.

I can remember many occasions during the time I was sleeping with Evie when I would go to my parents' house for dinner. In the midst of dinner, I would start to feel like the small child I was as I grew up. Scared to share a lot of myself with them, yet wanting to tell them I was sleeping with a woman. That I was in love with a married woman. That I liked pussy better than dick. How I wished she'd leave her husband and move in with me. That we could get married and be together until the end of time. Yet as bold, confident, and sure as I was that's what I wanted and needed to say, those words never slipped from my mouth. At least at that point in my life, especially regarding Evie. I'm sure Evie wasn't someone they'd promptly remember, but someone they knew, or had known, and someone they would be surprised that was sleeping with their daughter.

Evie and I weren't doing anything illegal. She wasn't a distant family member. A nanny, or someone who had been in my life as a school administrator, or a coach. But someone who had been in my life many years ago, and I wouldn't even begin to understand how they'd react to discover a mentor, a guide mother from that organization, was now sleeping with their daughter. As much as I wanted to scream it, I just had to accept that now was not the right time.

I can't even begin to imagine what Evie was going through. To suddenly find yourself sexually attracted to a younger woman. To step out of your marriage and end up having sex with a female. To eat pussy for the first time. To desire something different, wild, or even taboo. I know it was a wild feeling for me the first time I went down on my college roommate. To come face-to-face with a pussy. To lick it and suck it, to hear moans and groans and feel her get off, instead of feeling a long, hard dick sliding in and out of my mouth.

Yet, as much as I absolutely knew she was fearful, that this weighed heavily on her mind, and that it was odd and unusual, she kept in contact with me. There were countless days I'd wake up thinking about her. Grab my phone to see if she had texted me after I fell asleep. To walk into work, dressed up as the office professional I was, only to be daydreaming of making love to her. To have my big, deep, dark secret that I was sleeping with a woman. That I was falling in love. How I'd sneak off occasionally to the bathroom and masturbate myself to orgasm, thinking about her. How excited I felt looking at co-workers who probably believed I was the average woman, seeking the love of a man, all while internally, I couldn't think about anything sexually except eating Evie's pussy.

As time went on for us, I started to realize I was looking at women more in a sexual way than I ever had before. Remember, I work in the heart of London's business district, and every woman is usually dressed to the 9s. So, I'd catch myself frequently checking out a woman's tits, or sexy legs, or dressed in absolutely beautiful outfits. And of course, when I was out with friends or co-workers for a pint at the pubs, after a few drinks, I'd find myself flirting more than I probably should have been with an attractive woman.

I can't say for sure it was Evie that finally opened my eyes, or I just came to realize it myself through the course of wanting her and accepting my desired sexuality, but clearly something changed for me during that time. I didn't want men. I just wanted a beautiful woman, I wanted to be kissing someone with sexy, hot, lipstick-covered lips, ravishing make-up, smelling of sweet perfume, and a sexy look. I wanted to be sliding panties off and diving into a hot, wet slit. I wanted 69's, fingering, wild little escapades, dildos, and anal play, more than I could ever imagine. As time progressed with Evie, I pushed her harder and farther than I suspect she would have done at her own pace. But as much as I was pushing her, somewhere deep within me, I was pushing myself.

Our text messages grew hotter over the next few weeks. Perhaps her fears were subsiding, perhaps she was deleting them, believing he'd never find out. Maybe her confidence and acceptance of us was growing, like they were for me. I'd frequently get texts from her saying, "I want to be kissing you right now. I wish I were alone with you. I want your mouth on me. Bella, I need you to lick my kitty again, I want yours." was all the proof I needed to know she wanted me, just as I wanted her. And it wasn't long before the "can I stop by and see you for a few minutes" turned into "I want to spend the night with you," or "I want to take you away for a weekend, let me see if I can pull that off," messages.

I don't think anything prepared us for this. And the more time we spent together, the deeper the conversation became, and the more we desired sex with one another, the hotter our playtime got. Our first 69 came unexpectedly when she snuck over one Sunday afternoon, after telling Walter she was going to her book club, only to walk into my door, press her mouth onto mine, and kiss me like she had a purpose. In the heat of that kiss, she pulled my shirt off as fast as her hands could move, leaving my braless skin exposed to her hands. We ended walking back to my bedroom, where she guided me down onto my bedspread, stood over me, and undressed herself down to her panties. As she climbed onto my bed, pressing herself into my body, our kiss was so hot and passionate that I was wet almost instantly.

During a heated exchange of kissing and touching, nipple sucking and hands wandering all over each other's pussies and ass cheeks, Evie whispered, "I have a surprise for you."

"Look," she said, as she slid her panties aside, while spreading her legs to reveal to me her perfectly clean, waxed, sexy pussy. "I like the way yours looks and feels, so I got a wax. Do you like it?" She asked.

I was enthralled, ecstatic, and instantly aroused seeing her perfect, sexy, hairless pussy glaring at me while her hand was holding her panties aside.

"I do. In fact, I love it," I said, as I felt tingling inside of me, knowing in mere moments I was going to be licking and sucking on it.

Evie let go of her panties and was trying to slide off my Sunday raggedy old college shorts to get me naked. I assisted her in dropping my shorts. I was not wearing panties, nor did I have a bra on when she arrived, because I was just bumming around the house, but as soon as she got my panties down, she hunched over sideways, spread my legs further apart, dipped her head down at a unique angle, and started touching my clit. I leaned back on my elbows, trying to spread my legs further, as her tongue was trying to work my clit, while her hand was sliding up and down my slit.

"I have been wanting this for a while, Bella," She whispered. "I can't believe I want our pussy so bad," just before she slid herself down onto the mattress, chest down, and pulled my leg up and over her head, getting her face into the right position, and started to eat me out, like a wild woman. I was overtaken and couldn't believe how deep, loving, and erotically hard she was eating me out. I was dripping wet and was being forcefully attacked by her, all while her newly waxed, sexy pussy was still being held under her panties.

"I want your pussy, Evie," I moaned out loud. "At the same time." I shrieked in ecstasy.

I lifted Evie's face from deep between my legs and started to guide her onto the mattress as she rolled over onto her back. I rose to my knees, just off to the side of her left leg, pulled her panties down, slipped my hand between her legs, rubbing up and down over her soft, silky skin and very wet slit. I adjusted myself better and swung my legs over her body, edging myself backwards until my pussy was right over her face, and I was looking down onto hers. I lowered my body weight as I felt her hands grab my hips, pulling me down into the correct position, as I dipped my face between her legs.

Her tongue hit my pussy before mine hit hers. The feeling of licking her slit and mouthing her clit, while she was doing the same to mine, was amazing. Our movements and mutual oral gratification were perfectly in sync. I was licking and sucking her pussy as hard and as deep as she was mine. Her wetness was all over my face, her mouth, tongue, and fingers, making me moan and shift, rock back and forth, as I could see her legs shifting, closing, lifting, then dropping as I was pleasuring her.

I came first, shaking and thrusting over her, as I released just mere millimeters from her face. She had me so worked up and so close just as I was getting there that I couldn't even focus on eating her out. I was pressing my cheek against her clit, moaning out, whimpering, and whining until I exploded.

After I came, I dove right back into her. I wanted to make her cum. I wanted to be sucking her pussy so hard and so feverishly that she would be begging me to stop. Evie went right back to licking me, but I wasn't focused on that. I was focused on making her cum. When her moans increased, her legs started tightening, and I heard her whimpering, "Bella, Bella." I knew she was close.

Evie released with such force that she lifted her ass and my body weight off the bed. "Yeah, baby, let it out. Cum hard for me," I moaned as my face was just inches away from her pussy, watching it react to her orgasm.

Evie and I lay in that position for quite some time exchanging mutual gratification, and eating each other's pussies, like we never had before. I was in absolute heaven. I had a face full of pussy juice, saliva, and sweat before we finally stopped, and I climbed off of her to lie next to her and kiss her deeply.

I didn't know at that time if she was changing, like I was. Or if these moments were just hot experimentation, or just some revitalized, re-awakened moments of sex, she hadn't been getting for years. Or if she discovered through this that she liked women too. Either way, I was becoming the beneficiary of her newfound passion and desires, and I truly began to realize that I'd rather have moments like this with her than anyone else I'd ever been with. I know it's easy to think like that after a hot, orgasmic round of making love, but deep in my heart and mine, I accepted I wanted her. I wanted pussy. I felt a love I had never experienced before.

As I lay in her arms, cuddled under my sheets, mid-afternoon on a Sunday, after eating each other out, feeling her warm skin, my hand resting on her left tit, listening to her breathe, I was filled with lust, desire, and sexuality I couldn't even begin to comprehend. Every sense tingled, my heart was warm and safe, and my brain was comforted by the knowledge that I was here with her. I wanted every minute of it, and as I lay there with her, hearing her heartbeat through her chest, I was undoubtedly falling in love.

My body ached for more. Even though I had cum twice, my pussy was still tingling, my asshole was throbbing, and my legs were rubbing together like two crickets. I needed her touch. I needed her again. I wanted us to make love until we were so sore, achy, and absolutely exhausted.

I slid my hand out, finding Evie's left arm, and slid my hand down it until I found her hand. I guided her hand right in between my legs, letting her palm cup my pussy. "Bella, you're soaking wet," She whispered.

"I'm soaking wet because of you," I replied.

"Get your fingers soaking wet, I need them in me," I whispered out, as she started rubbing up and down my pussy.

Evie pulled her hand from my pussy, lifted it up to her face, licked her fingers a few times, and slid it back between my legs. She started rubbing my clit and sliding her hand over my clit, letting her saliva mix with my juices, making me slippery wet. "Yeah, just like that, I whispered into her ear as I was kissing her neck. "Yeah, Evie, both holes need you."

After letting her rub my slit for a while, I reached down and guided her hand further down and onto my asshole. She took the hint and was rubbing around my hole, right at the entrance, as I rolled onto my back and spread my legs further.

"Push a finger in," I groaned out. Evie followed my command and slipped a finger deep inside of my ass I groaned, I was in pleasure as she slowly started pumping me back and forth. She lifted her torso up and over me, hunching down, sucking on my tis as her hand kept ramming a finger inside of me. "Harder, deeper," I moaned out, as she started picking up the pace.

At the angle she was at and me being pinned down onto the mattress, she wasn't hitting as deep or as hard as I wanted her to. I rose up and turned myself onto all fours. Evie climbed in behind me, spit on my asshole, and slipped her finger back in.

"Yes, pump my ass," I moaned out, as my head went down, my tits swinging back and forth from my chest as she completely edged in behind me and was fingering my ass.

"Fuck," I moaned out. "Yes, just like that. Finger me hard." Came spewing out, as her hand kept running her middle finger deep inside.

"Yes, Evie, yes!" I moaned out as her hand was thrusting back and forth, pleasing me, making me want to cum, as my inevitable orgasm was building deep inside of me.

"Make me cum, Evie, use two," was all I heard myself say, until I felt the pressure and tearing feeling of her ramming two fingers inside of me.

I screamed aloud, but it wasn't a scream of pain. It was a scream of absolute pleasure as she opened up the back door more than anyone else, including me. It wasn't long until I was chirping and chiming, rocking back and forth until I came hard from her fingers deep inside my ass. I had to reach back and stop her momentum because of the orgasm I was having, and I hunched and lurching over like I was releasing demons in some wild devil-possessing horror movie. When I finally pulled away, lying flat on my stomach, Evie climbed up almost all the way on top of me, cuddling me from behind, whispering words of love and admiration to me, after moving my hair out of the way. I rolled over, pulled her down on top of me, and held her tightly. Not only had she licked my pussy to multiple orgasms, but I was also so aroused being with her and showing her that I like anal, and her being brave enough that she went right along with my desire and fingered my ass until I came again

I wanted to let her know, through my touch and my love, by holding her, that it was perfect. I'll never forget the conversation that ensued, once the calm and quiet of the afternoon set in. It was something I never thought I'd hear myself say, but something that needed to be said.

"Evie," I spoke out. "I want this all the time. I want you. I want us to be together. I have fallen for you. Do you think we can be together?"

Evie lay next to me quietly for a few seconds before she finally answered me. She said, "Bella, I have loved every minute of this. You have opened doors I have never expected." She thought for a few more seconds and added, "I hate being married. I am so tired of Walter, but it's asking a lot for me to leave him. To start over. To tell my kids I am with a woman. Let alone your family and friends. I don't know right now if I could do that."

We lay quietly for a while until she finally spoke out even further, "Bella, I have fallen for you too. I really like our conversations, our time together. This (meaning sex) and being with you, I just don't know if I can be everything you want me to be."

She followed up by asking me a question that no one had ever asked: "Do you feel you're a lesbian? I mean, do you see yourself dating a woman forever?"

I didn't have an answer for her. I guess deep inside, I believed if it was her, I could. But I had never lived with anyone outside my parents and my college roommate. I had never been in a long-term relationship. I had never had to introduce a partner to family or friends, let alone a woman. So, her questions were very legitimate ones that I would have to ponder more.

Evie and I talked more, but never continued the discussion about us being together that day. However, she did say, "I know I mentioned I would like to spend a weekend away with you. Maybe we could go to Faversham, where we could actually be together all weekend, and just be ourselves and not have to worry about sneaking around like this. Let me work on figuring out how to do that, and maybe after that weekend, things might become clearer for us, one way or another.

And with that, she gave me a soft, gentle kiss on my nose. Evie stayed for a while, but inevitably had to go home. She did raise some great questions about love, life, and who would have to know. Whether or not each of us had the courage to start dating permanently or come out to family and friends. We surely were at different points in our love. If we were closer in age, or she were single, I could see us being together more often, even if the relationship was kept a secret until we knew it was time to disclose it to everyone. I took her words to heart. I knew she was in a different place. I knew she was enjoying our experiences and learning more about herself, or even her sexuality. As for me, I think I already knew. I didn't care if it was her or another woman, but I already knew I was only going to date women from here on out. I hoped it was her, but only time would tell.

I kept a big hope for a weekend away, but in reality, I didn't expect it. I mean, how does a married woman slip away for a weekend from her husband to be with her lesbian mistress? And what would happen if he found out about it, let alone what we had already done. Surprisingly, after several more sneak-over moments, Evie did manage to plan a trip for us, and we did get away. We made love all weekend, and I don't think I had ever been so fearful yet excited about spending time with a woman as I did that weekend.

I'll tell you more about it in the next chapter, and then I'll let you know when we finally got caught and our affair, and our time together was put in great jeopardy over the following few chapters.