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Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Admin Posted on: 01 May 2003 1 comments
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I'm not proud of this, but many years ago I had an affair with a very hot-blooded attractive woman who was also married. Her husband was very suspicious (for good reason) and our times together were usually short and but oh so sweet! There are many tales that could be told, but this site is Solo, so I'll relay a few tidbits about us from that realm.

Sue & I discovered marijuana in the early seventies. She taught me. One of her favorite activities was to retreat to their bedroom, close the door, smoke some dynamite herb in her corncob pipe, and masturbate for hours, even though her eight year old son was awake and watching television with his father. When her husband came to bed, she was usually asleep by that time. He didn't care that she wasn't awake; he pronged her as she slept.

Sue was bisexual but other than her sister, she hadn't had any sexual experiences with women. Once when she was able to arrange a late night meeting we traveled some distance to a lesbian bar. Sue was hoping to get picked up and fuck a woman in the parking lot or something. I played her gay male escort while she dressed as a gay fem. As we nursed our beers, Sue was asked to dance by numerous dykes who's masculine manner wasn't what Sue was looking for. Finally, she spotted a lovely fem women who she danced with and soon they disappeared. I thought Sue had gotten lucky and was out in the parking lot. Of course this made me horny.

After about fifteen minutes, Sue reappeared and reported little excitement and much frustration. Her pickup was also new and experimenting for the first time, was afraid to leave the bar. (Sue felt certain that the woman's husband was there watching) So they went to the ladies room and all Sue got were some deep kisses and a handjob before being rousted by the management ("Not here, ladies, that's what motels are for.") We had to dash home in order to get back by curfew. Sue let me smell her fingers before she used them on her own frustrated pussy as I drove frantically back to her house. The crowning touch was the fact that in their excitement, Sue and this woman failed to exchange phone numbers.

One of the few other times we out together at night, we went to a gay x-rated movie theater. Remember, this was the seventies. Sue was fascinated with gay men, and wanted to see what happens in the dark. She dressed to pass as a male which she could do very successfully, although she looked like a boy because of her diminutive size. We planned to enter together but sit separately which we did.

I told her she could move around and watch the action because exhibitionism and voyeurism are both intrinsic parts of gay theater behavior. She did that, watching several men jerking off and also several oral trysts all while seated immediately behind the action. One man sat next to her and felt her leg and before Sue could stop him, he felt her crotch. Fortunately, Sue was "packing." (A soft, artificial cock and balls inside her panties which she owned and sometimes used for her own arousal.) She wasn't discovered before she insisted on sucking her suitor who lost interest after he came in her mouth. Then she came to my seat and deep kissed me, the first time I have kissed a woman who had just finished sucking off a man. (I didn't lean of this until later. There was no taste or anything that I could detect.)

Again we had to dash home, and again Sue masturbated during the ride. She also sucked me off. She admitted to seven orgasms that night, between masturbating in the theater, the ride home, and making love to her husband.

I told you she was hot-blooded.