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Julie arrived at my house the following week as planned, she was a little younger than myself and divorced for a few years. Very attractive, tall, slender and ample breasts - which I prefer (smaller vs. larger). I was not expecting anything more than a housemate, having her be attractive would simply make the experience even nicer. I quickly found out she had a sexual personality to match her professional but sensual manner of dress, bonus!

The first few weeks were normal- two strangers just getting to know one another as we passed throughout the mornings/evenings. I found out Julie would be leaving most Friday afternoons (after work) to return to her home an hour flight away and should generally return on Mondays direct to work. As our conversations continued over the days, she shared one of the reasons she got divorced from her loveless (or more specifically, sexless) marriage was due to a lesbian relationship she had entered toward the end of their marriage. She said sex with her husband was not pleasant-never was, but she thought it would get better and it didn't. At the time she didn't elaborate, but the topic came up later and more details were provided.

Each week we seemed to become closer and closer- more like best friends/close friends. I think her sharing being a lesbian helped take away the natural sexual pressures- and let us bond as friends even more.

Julie started to open up about her marriage and eventual affair with Ella. After a stressful day at work, Julie accepted an invite to Ella's for a glass of wine and some relaxing. Before she knew it, Ella was sitting on the sofa with Julie on the floor in front of her- Ella giving her a face and shoulder massage. She continued to caress her in such a kind and relaxing manner. Julie remembers being almost in a trance as she had not experienced such a tender touch in her life. Ella must have sensed this and moved her hands slowly and softly down the outside of ribs and back up the center of her chest- each time just glancing Julies breast. After several strokes, Julie eventually moved Ella's hands to her breasts and struggled to breath. After the sensual breast massage ended, she explained how her husband "grabbed her tits" and she "caressed her breasts"- a mental picture that stuck with her (and me BTW). This relationship progressed over a year to a full lesbian affair as her marital relationship came to a mutual end. Julie and Ella are now engaged and have a wedding set for soon after business contract is complete (the original 9-month job).

Our friendly relationship got closer and closer- perhaps open and more open would be more accurate. Unless it was a weekend when she didn't fly home- we often only interacted in the mornings. Over time, Julie would come get coffee with just a semi sheer night shirt and occasionally I would have the traditional morning wood bulging through my PJ bottoms. We exchanged "Nice nips" and "Nice bone" quips initially. I don't remember how we progressed, but before I knew it- as she was waiting for coffee, I would stand behind her and fondle her breasts. She would, likewise, reach behind and hold my cock. While obviously sexual acts, it seemed more like two friends rubbing up against one another than a pure act of sexual foreplay. Our openness continued, many mornings Julie bringing me coffee when I was standing in my open shower- not thinking twice by the fact I am naked.

While it obviously seemed adult, it also seemed innocent as well. While both senior adults (her 50's me 60's) this progressed like young teenagers. Once such evening, she laid down on the sofa to watch TV with me- putting her head in my lap and asked for a butt rub. That was like asking the rabbit to enter the briars! Trying to maintain boundaries, progressed to rub her butt as requested edge to edge and side to side- but avoiding digging into her crack. After awhile she began to wiggle and pulled her loose shorts down to expose her butt- and asked me to continue, "but don't be shy, I'll tell you when to stop". I started where I left off with the side to side, top to bottom, but this time sliding my fingers further and further into her crack and eventually providing a circular pressure to her hole. As I was doing this, I was so engrossed in her butt I didn't realize I had grown hard with her head resting in my lap, but now more specifically on my hard cock. Then the game changed for us. She acknowledged how nice the massage was and was also pleased I seemed to have enjoyed it as well. Since I had just fingered her ass, she said it was only fair she plays with my cock.

She didn't have to ask twice; I quickly removed my lounge pants as my cock was still hard. She played with it for just a few minutes then leaded over and gave me the nicest, most intimate blow job of my life! She then said "If my husband had been hung like you, we may still be married"- that's when I called her a liar. I may have been called a lot of things in my life but hung is not one of them. I barely cross the threshold of being among the smallest of medium sized. She then followed by saying "Exactly". Her husbands' cock was both big and fat. It hurt her jaw to open wide enough to suck on it, and he just wanted to fuck her- didn't put much into foreplay, so it was hard to get him into her pussy without a lot of pain. As such, they largely stopped having sex. She liked the fact I am pretty small (just over 5") and wide enough for sex, but not so wide that it was uncomfortable to suck. Julie let me know, "The fact I am a lesbian speaks to the fact I am in love with a woman. We both enjoy our vaginas being stimulated, orally or with toys- so why not a real cock? I still love the feel of a (normal sized) man inside me, just not inside my heart". Wow, profound.

Later that evening she was on the phone with Ella and openly (in front of me too) shared how much she enjoyed my smaller cock! I was shocked. When she got off of the phone, she explained the mutual open aspect of their relationship. She was not worried about Julie playing with any man- it was women that were off limits!

Our butt rub sessions became more and more frequent- and shared back and forth. One such night, Julie came in just having taken a shower. I let her know the evenings butt rub would be different. It stated the same, but as my hands and fingers got closer and closer to her crack, I leaned across her back and buried my face into her crack and my tongue into her hole. She flipped out in a good way. To my surprise this was the first time she had been rimmed. Her husband thought it was disgusting and Ella thought it was more of a male gay thing. I have always felt the opposite- and have a passion for rimming (giving and receiving) so I was delighted to introduce Julie to this sensation.

For months this is the degree our physical relationship maintained. It was nearing the end of her contract at work when she asked me if I would come to an out of town event with her as her "plus one". Everything was being paid by the company, nice cocktail party a few dinners and a lovely pool to relax beside while she attended her work sessions. Of course, I said yes!

To this date we had not slept together or even been in the same bed. When I entered the suite, it only had one queen bed. I know I must have been smiling. Things went along as normal- then that evening we got in bed. My rubbing on her ass and she on my cock. Unlike all the other times where we seemed to be mutually involved, she seemed much more in control this time. She eventually rolled on top of me, straddled me and pushed my cock into her pussy in what seemed like one motion! I was somewhat stunned while happy- she said, "Are you going to just sit there, or fuck my brains out?" ...we elected the latter.

We went at in back and forth the entire trip with the literal climax being when I cam inside of her and she then proceeded to get up, and back her pussy and ass to my face and commanded, "Now lick me dry". I love it when a women has me eat my own cream pie, and then share a wet kiss together.

We returned after the trip and shortly after Julie went home as planned. We never had sex again after that trip and 6 weeks later...I was the best man in Julie and Ella's wedding.