The Invitation - Sex Stories

The Invitation

Damp, chilly and foggy...another dreary winter’s Wednesday in the Pacific Northwest. No cold and snow like the east coast. No warmth and sun like the south. Looking out the kitchen window, I sipped my tea and daydreamed. Oh, how I would like to be back in the Caribbean, where I had spent my honeymoon. The heat of the days, the warmth of the evenings, the smell of the tropical flowers, walking naked down the pathways… I chuckled to myself thinking of the wonderful time I had there, and the exciting sexual adventures. Those were the events that inspired me to start writing about my experiences. Reminiscing over the recent years, I realized what an adventure it had been! My husband had led me into situations that I had never imagined before. Naked in public, having sex with another couple, using toys, being blindfolded and tied to the bed, anal sex, sex with multiple people…. The list continues to grow! With one hand clasping my tea, I had not realized that my other hand had dropped between my legs. Wearing nothing but a cotton tee shirt long enough to cover my ass, the thin material only accented the sensation my pussy was feeling. It was then I remembered the invitation. Jen, my friend that owned the adult store that Jimmy and I liked to shop at, had invited us to attend a private sex education and demonstration class at her house. The unique thing about it was that my husband and I were to give a demonstration of anal sex to a mature audience. In spite of all my anxieties, ...

... the evening went well. Just before we went home, Coleen, Jen’s lover and partner had asked me privately if I would come back and visit with her and Jen on my own. Without hesitating, I put my tea on the counter, looked up their phone number on my cell and pressed “dial.” “Hi this is Coleen,” was the cheery answer. “Hi Coleen, this is Cyndy,” I announced. “How have you been?” “Great! Thanks for asking,” she returned. “I’ve been wondering when you were going to call. Want to come over Monday afternoon? The store is closed and Jen and I will be here all day.” That was perfect for me and I agreed. Monday morning came quickly. I struggled with what to wear. I have never dressed with the intention of having sex with another woman, so it was even more frustrating than usual for me (It’s always challenging deciding what I should wear anytime). Since it was only an afternoon fling, I decided on my Lucky skinny jeans, heels and a rayon tank top with spaghetti straps. The day called for a rain jacket (again!) so that completed my outfit. The anticipation had been building since Wednesday. My husband Jimmy had reaped the rewards as we had some intense love-making sessions over the past few days. Even with that, my heart was beating faster than usual as I walked up to the front door. I didn’t even get a chance to ring the bell. Jen opened the door with a big smile and greeted me with a hug. “So glad to see you again!” she announced. Looking directly into my eyes, she said mischievously, ...