Chronicles of a Married Sex Addict: Girl-Girl-Bar? (Book One, Part Eleven)
Sometimes, you just have to try something new
**Author’s note: This is part eleven in a series of articles. To start from the beginning, go to https://readmedium.com/chronicles-of-a-sex-addict-the-beginning-7a8b72d29a86. Missed a story? Go to the chapter listing page: https://readmedium.com/chronicles-of-a-married-sex-addict-chapter-listing-5cf51f0d2715**
A couple minutes later, Paul rejoined me in the back corner of the bar. “That was fun. Let’s do that again,” he said with a grin. “Definitely. Let’s have another drink,” I said and snuck a quick kiss. We chatted for awhile about nonsense and before long, Rita came back around. It was time to head home. She was oblivious to what had happened.
The next morning was a bit rough. I had put my phone in airplane mode before I went to bed and left it that way so I could just enjoy my time with my family for the day. We had a family day at a pumpkin patch and got the girls their Halloween costumes. Fast forward to about 8 p.m. and the girls were in bed. Ben was watching a World Series playoff game and ignoring me like usual. I settled into bed and took my phone off of airplane mode to deal with whatever messages I might have waiting.
There were no new messages from Jack, just the ones from the night before. I decided to finally respond:
Me: “I hope you’ve found the happiness you deserve.” Jack jumped on almost immediately.
Jack: “What does that mean? I thought we both knew we were staying our paths.”
Me: “It means exactly what I said. You could have at least told me though that you were moving on so I didn’t have to find out like that.”
Jack: “What do you mean?”
Me: “You’re getting married. I doubt she’ll be onboard with you fucking around. And people don’t tend to marry people they don’t want to be with.”
Jack: “I’m not giving you up. I’m marrying her for financial reasons. That doesn’t change things for us. Besides, you’re already married and aren’t getting a divorce so what does it matter?”
Me: “I don’t know. I just figured it was over.”
Jack: “It’s not unless you’re cutting it off.”
Me: “I don’t know. I’ll talk to you later. I’m tired.”
I shut my phone down and turned over to watch a movie. Jewel Robbery from 1932 was on TCM and it’s one of my favorites. I tried to take my mind off of Jack, Paul, and Ben by focusing on the sensational romance between a jewel robber and his high society victim. I had no idea what to do about any of them at this point. I just decided to avoid all of them as much as possible and figure out what I wanted. Fast forward to the weekend before Halloween. I haven’t talked to Paul or Jack for three weeks at this point.
I decided to go to a Halloween party at Buster’s with Rita. Ben wasn’t interested in going, as usual. I went as a sorceress and Rita went as a devil. We settled on a taxi that night because we knew neither one of us would be staying sober.
At about 10 p.m., the costume contest started. I was voted “Sexiest Magic Bitch” and given free drinks for the rest of the night. People were congratulating me like I was some local celebrity. Then, things took an interesting turn. A woman named Gina, who was dressed as a fairy with big, blue, glitter wings, came up to me:
Gina: “Great costume! I think I would have won if it wasn’t for your huge tits though!”
Me: “Probably!”
Gina: “Are those real?”
Me: “Yes they are.”
Gina: “Can I touch them?”
Me: “Sure. But, only if I can touch yours.”
Gina: “Ok, sure.” She took two handfuls. “Damn, you weren’t kidding.”
Me: Takes two handfuls. “Don’t kid yourself. Yours are nice too.”
We both chuckled as drunk guys cheered us on, and then we walked opposite directions. “Big deal,” I thought to myself as I shrugged and walked away. I walked over to stand in the corner behind a table and enjoy my drink. Lots of different guys came over to me that night while Rita was in the back, but none of them were interesting. Then, Gina came over:
Gina: “Why are you alone? You’re a celebrity!”
Me: “Kind of on bad terms with all my lovers right now, so just sulking in the corner. What’s up with you? What happened to your glitter wings?”
Gina: “My boyfriend ripped one so I ditched them. He’s over there throwing up in the corner, I think. Dudes are gross sometimes.”
Me: “They certainly are.”
Gina: “But I like girls too. Do you like girls?”
Me: “I don’t know. Never tried one.”
Gina: “Wanna try one now? Maybe you’ll know then.”
I though to myself, hell, why not? I leaned over and gave her a kiss. Her lips were soft and flavored from the grenadine in her drink. She kissed me back and next think I knew our bodies were pressed against each other. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tighter as we kissed. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders. We were the same height in our shoes, so it wasn’t awkward.
I moved my hands down and got a good grip on her ass. It was nice and firm, and I could feel the outline of her thong when I moved my hands up.
Me: “Nice ass.”
Gina: “Wanna see it?”
Me: “Sure, if I can touch it.”
She turned around and flipped up her short skirt. Her thong was black and had a top lace. She backed up to me and pressed her ass against my labia, rubbing back and forth. I grabbed the side of her thighs and started to move my hands towards her inner thighs as I massaged them gently.
Gina: “So, you do like girls.”
Me: “Kind of seems like it. I like how your body feels against mine.”
Still hidden by the table, I reached my left hand around and started rubbing her clit through her panties, under her skirt. She reached her right hand back and started rubbing me though my skirt. My skirt was long, so that was the best we could do in the situation. I kissed her neck while surveying the room to try to go mostly unnoticed. She moaned as I slid my hand inside her panties and gently massaged her clit and labia.
I reached my right hand around and grabbed a handful of her perky C-cup. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which I noticed earlier, so I was careful not to expose her to the world. I gently squeezed as I continued to play with her through her panties. Then, I spun her around and pulled down the right side of her top (which was against the wall), far enough to free her nipple. I licked and nibbled on it gently before taking it into my mouth and sucking it. “That feels so good,” she said into my ear. I lifted her shirt back up to cover her and said, “Sit down.” She climbed on to the bar height chair against the wall.
I slid her panties to the side and put two fingers inside her. She moaned more, while trying to remain inconspicuous and grabbing on to my tits. Our eyes were locked on each other while I pumped my fingers in and out of her faster and faster, while rubbing her clit with my other hand. Harder. Deeper. Faster. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I felt her tighten around my fingers as her breathing got faster and more shallower until a warm, wet sensation washed over my hand. And with that, I gave a woman an orgasm for the first time. She picked up her drink and took a couple good swallows.
Gina: “You really do like girls.”
Me: “ I must.”
Gina: “What are we going to do with you?”
Me: “Nothing. I enjoyed getting you off. But, I do want your number, if that’s ok. Sort of an IOU.”
We both chuckled again. After a quick clean up, we ordered another drink and exchanged phone numbers. She kept me company while Rita was off doing God knows who and was very pleasant and funny. When I finally got home, I chugged a bottle of Gatorade and ate some left over pizza to help fight the hang over I was going to have in the morning.
Ben was asleep, so I broke out my butterfly and took it into the living room. Then, I decided to messaged Jack: “I just wanted to say, I miss you.” I pulled up a girl-girl porn (seemed fitting) and turned on my butterfly. I got off rather quickly and got ready for bed. Jack messaged back: “I miss you, too.” Continue to Part Twelve: https://readmedium.com/chronicles-of-a-married-sex-addict-break-over-part-twelve-60a4d1ecb4d0
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