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Saturday morning Jordan and I woke snuggled in each other's arms. It was strange for me while also being delightful. The aroma of our combined musk was sweet as it lingered despite switching beds.When I opened my eyes, my new/old love smiled.I smiled back, asking her, half joking, "Still here?"She laughed, "Where am I supposed to go, you silly goose?"I giggled, ?Back to your bed??She looked at me, and I knew she wasn't kidding, "Not for at least six months, kitten. You're stuck with me."?I could think of worse things.?"Mmm, me too. Shower or more stress relief, my insatiable kitten?""I think more stress relief. I want to explore that buff body of yours. You know, I hadn't noticed how buff you are over the past couple of weeks, Jordan."She grinned, "You flatter me, sweetie. I take care of myself. It's the only body I have, and I treat it like a temple."I giggled, ?May I worship at your temple?'Jordan purred, ?As much as you want, kitten. As long as I get to reciprocate.?In unison, we said, "It's only fair."We laughed as I moved my face over her breasts to begin nursing.Jordan was delighted with my handy work. I was a quick study recalling what she liked while thinking of new ways to arouse her. She enjoyed what I was doing, complimenting me and telling me what to do. There was something about her breasts that enchanted me. I could suckle and nurse them for hours and still not have enough.Well, Jordan had other ideas about where my face should be. A gentle coaxing and I headed South over those taut abs, pausing long enough to play with her belly piercing. I licked and toyed with it for about a minute, and before my lover could nudge me further, I ventured between her legs.I tossed the covers over me so they rested mainly on the floor at the foot of the bed. Jordan had that worried look as if I weren't going to go through with what we both thought I would do. Gordon had gone down on me a few times, never really bringing me to a climax with that alone. I'd never done it to a woman; however, I tasted Jordan last night, which wasn't disgusting.I dipped below her vagina to start from her calves and go up. I'd read somewhere that the backs of the knees were erogenous zones. So, I began kissing the back of Jordan's right knee. She seemed to enjoy it, so I continued with the left.Jordan had her head propped up on a pillow to watch me. I found that to be arousing in itself. Gordon and I rarely, if ever, had lights on or made love in anything but the dark.After wetting both legs with saliva, I worked to the promised land, a bare vagina. Jordan was everything I wasn't as far as a sexual being. She fascinated me in so many ways. I could see her breasts rising and falling over her mound as she breathed, anticipating my first attempt at cunnilingus. I was scared I'd screw it up. However, in the back of my mind, I knew Jordan wouldn't let me do that.It was her orgasm, and I doubted she'd fake one to make me feel good. She wanted me to succeed, and we had six months to improve and perfect our lovemaking. Why waste time?I began with a flat tongue coating the outside of her labia. Just like a cat licking itself after a meal. Long slow paintbrush movements from bottom to top. Each time I looked for approval from Jordan, her smile reassured me she was enjoying what I was doing.On one lick, I saw her stick out her tongue rolling it sideways. I took the hint, curling it, then pressing it inside my love. I heard a moan, so I continued exploring in various ways. My tongue had never felt such warmth and wetness before. After a few minutes, I raised her ass with my hands. Her legs spread wider, allowing me to dive deeper. I explored more, darting back and forth inside her. I moved the tip of my tongue up, encountering her swollen clit.Jordan praised me with a 'good girl, so I focused my attention there. I was getting into it as I toyed with her hard nub and drank her nectar. I felt Jordan's fingers press my face into her, nearly causing şişli escort (https://sislimarka.com/) me to stop breathing through my nose.She realized what she was doing and then lightened her touch. I felt she was close, and my cheeks were soaked. I'd been doing this for a long time, in my opinion, so I concentrated on her clit. It didn't take long before my head was clamped tight in Jordan's crotch.Her reaction was something I'll never forget. She practically screamed my name and used so many f-bombs I thought the neighbors might hear and call the police. Jordan suddenly trembled, bucked, and soaked me with her juices. She rolled back and forth, praising me along with god, adding a few more f-bombs for good measure.When she came back to earth, she took a handful of my hair to tug me up to her. She devoured my lips with her mouth over and over again. Jordan released me when she'd had enough, still panting from her climax.She looked amazed when she asked, "You've never done that before? Come on. Nobody is that good their first time, kitten."I beamed, "I made it up as I went along. I did good?""You little tease, you know you did. Holy crap, baby. I wish I had acted before my brother! You keep surprising me, and I love that. Let's shower. I have a surprise for you, sweetness."Jordan kissed me one more time before we got out of bed. She held my face in her palms and licked herself from my face. It was a little kinky and very delightful.We headed to the main bathroom, where I got the water up to a pleasant temperature. We stepped in, both giggling as we bumped each other out of the water stream. We talked as we washed each other's hair, discussing the previous night and what we'd done. Neither of us had any regrets about what had happened. With our hair washed, we washed each other's bodies with my gel. I shut the water off as we soaped each other down. Once we were all soapy, I turned it back on to rinse off. I used the shower massage to clear Jordan of the suds, then passed it to her. She reciprocated, then handed the massager back to me. As I faced the shower head with Jordan behind me, I replaced the massager in its holder. As I stood on my tip-toes, I felt Jordan's hands on my inner thighs, pressing them out. I looked over my shoulder but was told sternly to place my hands against the shower tiles and spread my legs. You know, like criminals do on television when told they would be searched.I felt Jordan's hands spread my cheeks when I was in position. At first, I was shocked and was just about to complain when I felt her tongue brush over my rosebud. I shivered. What a feeling!She continued licking there while fingering my pussy. Then she started talking to me between licks.?Like this baby? I love your ass, kitten.?I replied, ?Oh my god, yes, Jordan!?She kept at it, ?Next time you're doing it to me, good girl.??Yes, Jordan, anything for you.??That's my sweet kitten. We're going to be so good together, baby. Aren't we.?I purred, which got her going with a little more enthusiasm."Hitting my buttons, are you? You're insatiable and a fast learner, my love."?Mmm, you're hitting mine at the moment, Jordan. Fuck!?Jordan paused, ?You swore? Wow! My kitten swears. I love it!?With a few more licks and a second finger in my pussy, my knees felt like they would buckle. Jordan could sense it, so she stood to hold me and finger me to another climax. I'd never had an orgasm while in the shower and never while standing. I thought my legs would collapse under me, but my love kept that from happening. She kissed the nape of my neck, telling me how delicious I was. After the trembling subsided, we stood in the cold shower panting before kissing each other deeply.When we got too cold, I turned the water back on, and we soaped each other off again. The rest of Saturday we spent relaxing on the sofa together, naked and cuddling. We ate, napped, and made love all day long. We were worn out by seven in the evening and slept until eight on mecidiyeköy escort (https://sislimarka.com/) Sunday. That's when we got domestic, did laundry, cleaned the house, and went grocery shopping.If life was going to be like this, I could certainly get used to it.Our week went by quickly. We got into a routine with Jordan making dinner most nights and then cuddling with me on the sofa until bed. It felt like this was how my life was meant to be. The second week after our first lovemaking session, I noticed a difference between my kindergartners and me. I was more relaxed and tolerant of their little crises. They, in turn, seemed to have fewer of them.I credited the sex and intimacy with Jordan for this delightful change. I felt like a new woman, and life was beautiful.The third weekend Jordan started talking about her research again, with me being her lab partner. She reminded me I didn't have to do it unless I was comfortable. That made me extremely curious as to what my duties might be.That Saturday night, as we snuggled, she explained, "Since you're such a curious kitten, I'll explain my research plan. I found an all-ladies club, and I want to go there and discretely ask questions. I'd like you to join me as my 'wing-gal' and ask some of the same questions and get feedback on a few things, girlie. We'll get a little dressed up too. Would you mind doing that?"I looked at her, ?You know I'd do anything for you, my love. What do you mean by getting dressed up? Like little black dresses or what??She blushed, which for Jordan is a rarity, "I have a specific thing I'd like you to wear. You don't have to, and it's nothing illegal or immoral."Now I was inquisitive, "What is it?"She looked a little embarrassed before telling me, ?A choker.?I was confused, ?What's so special about that? I have a couple in my drawer.?I knew she was serious when she looked at me, "It means you're my little bitch, and we have a special relationship in which I'm always in control."I was a little shocked, "But we're acting. Because we don't have that type of relationship, right?"Jordan sighed, "No, sweetness, we don't. We would be acting, but I'd need to coach you a bit so you know what to expect. It's part of my research, and I don't know how it will work at this club. It's nothing extreme. We only want to give the impression that we have that relationship."I was somewhat kidding when I asked, ?Do I have to dress like a slut or a whore? I'm not sure about that. ?Then I added, ?Seriously, I don't want anyone to recognize me and have it get back to the school. I could lose my job, Jordan.?But the thought of dressing up like that intrigued me. It would be pushing those boundaries again, and I'd started liking that with Jordan.Jordan tried to reassure me, "I have an outfit planned for you to go with the choker. You can look at it and decide if you want to be seen in it. It's not something a prostitute would wear, sweetness. I'm putting the idea out there for you. It's all up to you. I don't want you to lose your job either, baby. But we don't know if anyone there would recognize you until we go."I thought for a moment, ?Okay, show me the outfit and choker.?Jordan grinned, ?You're so good to me.?We headed to her room. Jordan asked me to sit on the bed while she got the outfit together. I heard some boxes being opened, tossed, and shuffled before Jordan emerged from the closet. She held a pair of black knee-high velvet boots that looked nice. She set them down near the bed, then draped a sheer black long-sleeve satin blouse across the edge of the bed. A very short black leather skirt soon followed it. On top of those, she gently laid a black velvet choker. The front had a gold circle surrounding a diamond-shaped medallion with a tiny white butterfly. I liked what I saw. I hadn't dressed up for anything since my wedding, and these were very tasteful.I looked at Jordan, ?I assume black lace panties and maybe a push-up bra??She smiled, "Yes, if you have any. If not, I'll buy some for you, sweetness."I didn't want to admit I didn't have any lingerie. Jordan had already shown me how bland and vanilla my sex life was. I needed more spice before returning to my other life with the man I loved.I smiled, ?I have some that might work. I assume those boots will fit me??Jordan was getting giddy because I was hinting I'd go through with it all.She replied, "Yes, I checked your boots while putting away laundry the other day. Want to see what I'm wearing, my sweet kitten?"I grinned, ?Yes, please.?Jordan practically ran into the closet this time, and when she reemerged, she had a black leather bustier that would show off her cleavage, black five-inch stilettos, and black leather pants. My jaw dropped, picturing her in them.All I could say was, ?WOW.?Jordan grinned, ?I know, right.?Now I was in all the way, ?Tell me what we're going to do.?Jordan explained we'd play 'mistress and submissive' to gather information about their roles. We'd try to find a pair at the club. She couldn't predict who we'd pair off with, so I'd need to know my role as a submissive to be believable. We'd use fake names; mine would be my middle name, Celine because it would be easier to remember. Jordan would use hers also, Diana. We'd practice calling each other by our new names for a few days before going to the club. We'd only drink non-alcoholic beverages. We'd flirt but not bring them home. We'd also be open to non-couples who seemed interested in us.It sounded good, but I needed the practice to act like a natural submissive. Jordan explained she'd been using her words to get me used to this during our time together. She's not a mistress, but from her experiences in life, she's known a couple of them.We practiced for two weeks before going to the club in downtown San Diego. I wore the outfit Jordan laid out for me. I dipped into my personal fun money to get the lingerie to match the theme. After I had dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror in my bedroom. I looked hot, something I'd never done before in my life. Jordan helped with some eye shadow and lip gloss. I didn't want a slutty look, and I think we achieved it.Jordan looked like a Mistress to me. Tall, blonde, perfect body and that black leather bustier showed off her breasts. I almost asked her if we could stay home so I could devour her. However, this was her night, and I was going to do my best not to mess things up.We ate dinner later than usual before dressing. We arrived at the club around nine using an Uber just because I was afraid one of our cars might be recognized. I know; I'm paranoid.We walked in, Jordan leading the way. We turned a few heads as we walked past the bar into the main seating area. The place wasn't crowded, which I read about on Yelp. It doesn't get bustling until around ten. We both looked around, commenting to each other what we thought about the ambiance and our chances of success.A few minutes passed before a cute waitress showed up to see what we'd like to drink. She asked if it was our first time here. After Jordan answered, she went on to explain the dance floor rules, along with the bathroom ones.I'd never been to a place like this. Our waitress explained in the past, sex acts were occurring in plain view, and they didn't allow that now.After her little speech, Jordan ordered drinks for us as per her role. I sat silent as the waitress took our order and checked me out. It wasn't long before we received our drinks compliments of an older, somewhat masculine-looking woman across the dance floor. We both turned and smiled, lifting our drinks as a thank you.Jordan and I sipped and talked while watching more women enter and find a table. There were some singles, pairs, trios, and a bachelorette party. The DJ appeared on stage around nine-thirty, introduced herself, and began her show.When the music started, the room came alive. It was too loud for my taste, but I enjoyed watching the ladies pairing off and dancing. That's when the fun began. We sat and watched as the music went from slow to fast, requests were played, and women danced together with abandon. I was enthralled.