For years now, I have been enjoying a wonderful relationship with another woman. We met in college and quickly became lovers, although we continued to date men and enjoy sex with them. After college Janice ventured to New York to pursue a career on the stage, while I went into real-estate sales at home. Eventually I married and settled into a very happy life as a working wife, but Janice and I never lost touch. Henry, my husband, knows of my relationship with Janice and is wholly supportive, allowing us our ”private moments“ whenever she comes to visit us.

Though her visits rarely exceed three or four days, I savor them. When we are together, it is not a bittersweet grasping at the past or a requiem for lost youth. Rather, our special relationship grows richer, fuller, with every glorious reunion.

When her plane arrives and I first see her, beaming and obviously as excitedly as I am, my heart swells. She and my husband embrace and kiss with honest affection. Then, as Henry rushes off to claim her luggage, Janice and I have our own greeting. The moment is electric as our bodies touch and our lips brush. My knees are already weak.

In our first private moments together, we appraise each other and, as always, I worry about looking as good to her as she does to me. We speak in our shorthand code, catching up on our separate lives, filling in the spaces. It was this familiar scene we played out the last time Janice visited. An equally familiar and altogether satisfying scene followed later that night in bed.

Our caresses were familiar, our responses instant. We savored the touching. My nipples flushed under the gentle rolling of her fingertips and the wisps of her breath. I traced her lovely face, taut breasts and curving hips before brushing her pubic hair, which stirred like a flutter of gossamer in a subtle breeze.

I moaned as she put her mouth over one of my breasts and sucked while delighting my nipple with her tongue. She eased my fingers up to her clitoris and cooed when I started stroking her there. Her breathing became labored and her mouth left my breast to crush hard against my mouth just as she climaxed passionately.

We kissed passionately, letting our heat consume us until I had to put my mouth on her. I rolled her onto her back, crouched between her thighs and nibbled on the delectable clover-covering of her pussy. Her prominent clit was too irresistible a target to ignore, and her squeals of delight thrilled me as I tenderly sucked it between my lips. I slipped a finger into her wet vagina and began a rhythmic stroking to match the pressure of my sucking. Soon Janice’s lithe body was twisting and convulsing as she came wildly with little cries and savage lunges at my face and finger.

Janice’s orgasm had scarcely peaked when she sat up and rolled me onto my stomach. Kneeling behind me, she pulled my ass up into the air and started kissing it. I shuddered at the first touch of her hot tongue at the top of my crack. I groaned as her tongue made a trail down the crevice of my ass, lightly

teasing my anus before going deep inside my pussy. Her tongue moved like a snake, darting in and out of my pussy, flicking over my clit.

I squealed and began bucking against her tongue. She eased two fingers into my spasming pussy, and a mighty orgasm roared through my-loins. I was still lost in the delirious throes of my pleasure when Janice pushed me over onto my back, spread the lips of my pussy and planted her mouth on my soaked, quivering sex. I kicked my legs up, then closed my thighs on her head as she slurped up my juices.

I finally had to pull her up over me. I needed the blistering friction of her pussy on mine. I opened my legs wide, then closed them again around her as we embraced. Janice started to hump as she reached around and under me to grab my bucking ass. Our breasts mashed together and I could feel the sweet pressure of her clit nudging mine. Electric sparks marked the points of our tenuous contact, and both of us yelped our pleasure until orgasms jarred us, leaving us temporarily sated and entwined in an affectionate embrace.

The next day, in the quiet afternoon, we slipped into the hot tub. We leaned our heads into each other’s shoulder, savoring our languid comfort with each other. The intense rush of our desperate needs had been cooled, our frenzy for each other deliciously satisfied. Our hands moved under the water to stroke and caress each other. As my hand stroked her side and cupped her buttocks, Janice turned her head to nuzzle my neck. Soon she ducked down to tongue one of my nipples, and beneath the water, my hands played over her pussy.

And as our gentle foreplay continued, I was reminded of the gentle truth between us. Janice and I fill the voids in each other’s life. I give her a reprieve from her whirlwind life, comfort her with honest love and sincere caring. She gives me a fulfillment that only another sensitive woman can know how to reach.