Doctor Visit

I was in the hospital yesterday for a minor outpatient procedure. Prior to the surgery, I was interviewed by a social worker. They said it was standard practice now. I didn’t think much about it until she asked one question that I had not thought much about before. Just hearing and then processing the question shook me to my core. The question was on my sexual preference; Was I straight, gay, bi ….? As a married woman, instinctively, I answered straight. But that is not entirely honest. Now, I am not the least bit romantically attracted to other women however…..

About a year ago my husband got a great job offer and we moved. We purchased a house out in the country several miles from the nearest town. We only have real one neighbor. The two houses are so close that we share a driveway. It is at least a half mile from the next house. The house originally belonged to the parents of our next-door neighbor. We purchased it after the last parent passed away. My husband’s job is one where on most weeks, he leaves on Monday and comes home Friday. Although the woman next door is twenty years older than me, we both stay home and became best friends by default. Her husband is a truck driver and is gone for weeks at a time. In fact, I rarely see him. It wasn’t long before she confided in me that she and her husband were no longer intimate.

Sometimes you find yourself in a situation that you didn’t expect by gradually taking little steps over time. Before you know it, you are doing things that you never expected or would have allowed yourself to do had thought about it first or knew ahead of time what was going to happen. I struggle with remembering exactly how Rebecca and I got sexually involved with each other. It was a slow process that took place over several months without any discussion of any intention or expectations. I know it started with her having neck pain after she fell off a ladder while painting the ceiling in her kitchen and I would give her neck massages. I enjoyed making her feel better. The neck massages became back massages then light touching caresses all over her back and legs that would give her goose bumps. This continued even after her neck pain subsided. She would lay on my couch, and I would caress her. Often she would remove her shirt. I knew that she was enjoying my touch in a way that she should not have but I didn’t resist. I enjoyed giving her pleasure.

I do remember the first day that it went overtly sexual. It was a warm summer day, and my daughter was taking a nap which was typically when we interact without interruption. We were in the kitchen, and I was caressing her back. She unbuttoned her blouse so that I could touch her bare skin. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I was standing behind her and it was the first time that I had gone from her back to her chest with my caresses. Her nipples were so hard, and there were goose bumps all over them. I knew that feeling well. It was one that I could give myself. It was interesting for me to feel that sensation course through her from my light touch. I always wondered how it feels for my husband when I gave him pleasure. With Rebecca, I intuitively understood what I was doing to her and how it felt. I was enjoying giving her pleasure and eventually my right hand slipped inside her shorts. I fingered her to an orgasm. It was like I was doing it to myself only about eight inches in front of me. I leaned into her tightly so that I could feel the convolutions as she orgasmed. I held her briefly as she recovered. I think we both realized that we had crossed a line but parted as if I had only given her a back rub. I think we were both surprised and perhaps a little uncomfortable at what we had just done. We didn’t initially acknowledge that we had had sex for two days. I, however, replayed that image in my mind and treated myself to the same experience that I had given her repeatedly.

Two days later, we were on the back porch sunbathing in bikinis. I sat up and watched Rebecca laying face up on the lounge chair. I remember thinking that she was pretty good looking. She had a towel across her face to shield her eyes from the sun and couldn’t see that I was admiring her body. I started touching her. She just smiled. I gently caressed her whole body until she was so enthralled that she was doing hip thrusts begging for me to continue. I removed her top and licked her breast while fingering her. After her first orgasm, I removed her bottoms. I moved around between her legs, and I went down on her. What was so erotic was that I was eating her pussy outside in the broad daylight. But no one was around to see.

I can’t say that we are lovers in that I am not the least bit romantically attracted to her. We are both still married and intend on staying that way. But I do very much enjoy giving her oral sex. I know that she would like to have a more intimate relationship and often wants to make out. I probably shouldn’t but give in every once in a while. I am comfortable with just being close friends with benefits and intend on keeping it that way. But I would never admit that to a stranger, let alone permit that to be in my medical records. I wondered if the social worker sensed my hesitation.

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