Husbands and significant others planned to get together at a local hang out for their own Super Bowl of drinking beer, eating wings, ribs and other male delicacies. One of the woman with whom I play bridge regularly called a number of bridge players to see if they wanted to spend the afternoon/early evening playing bridge with the game on in the background. She asked that we each bring something to eat or drink. There was the usual assortment of dips, chips, veggies, salsa as well as wine and other drinks. I contributed a large thermos of Margaritas. The hostess made a large pot of minestrone soup. Fourteen women accepted. In keeping with our custom of arriving well dressed we did for the most part. As I am sure it will come as no surprise to any of you who have read my prior stories, everyone willingly removed their shoes/boots in the foyer. A few of the women carried slipper socks to slip on rather than pad about in their stockings. The picture below is of nine of us. I was in the kitchen getting myself a drink when it was snapped.

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We began arriving around 4:00 so that we could play some serious bridge before the game began. There were fourteen of us so that we had enough for three tables plus two extras, so we rotated players and partners. Once the Super Bowl began some of us drifted off to watch. The picture below is one me. I don’t always wear a LBD or wear dark stocking with reinforced toes!

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To make things a bit interesting we did create a pool based on the final score of the game. Unfortunately my luck in the pool was as bad as the cards I was dealt all evening!

After the game was over and we were all getting ready to leave one of the women asked if she could speak to me on a personal matter. I agreed and suggested that she come by my place to chat. This woman is married so I had no thoughts of anything sexual occurring. The group most likely suspects that my sexual interests are probably different from theirs but I have always kept my personal life separate from this bridge group.

We arrived at my house and I pulled into the garage while Diane parked in the driveway. I entered through the door in the garage, slipped off my shoes and padded to the front door while taking off my coat to let Diane in. I took her coat and while hanging up our coats I heard the telltale sound of her shoes hitting the floor. I smiled at that and got a little damp. As I turned around, Diane was placing her shoes on the mat by the front door.

We headed into the living room and on the way I offered her a drink which she accepted. We sat on the couch. I could tell from her body language that she was a bit nervous. We made small talk about the party for a few minutes. Finally getter her courage up she said “I hope what I am about to say will not upset you. Over the years we have known each other I have gotten the feeling that you may prefer women to men” I blushed a bit and said “Yes as a matter of fact I do but I keep that part of my life separate from my bridge playing. Does my sexual preference upset you? “No” she answered “it intrigues me” “Intrigues you, what do you mean?” She went on to tell me that in college she had an affair with another girl and felt guilty about it and suppressed those feelings ever since. While she said she was happily married, her husband was never able to satisfy her like she was in college and was aching for that satisfaction again. “Diane are you sure that this is not the Margaritas talking?” “Definitely not, I feel this way every time I see you.” “Well Diane, I must tell you that I have never been with a woman who was currently married and I never want to be responsible for breaking up a marriage. I think that you should think long and hard about this before you do something that you may regret”

She thanked me for my frankness and for not taking advantage of a situation. I smiled and said “Thank you” I told her that I would be glad to talk about this anytime she wanted, but suggested that she think long and hard before jumping into something. I also made her promise that this conversation would not affect our ability to continue enjoying playing bridge together. We chatted for a while longer. As she was getting her shoes on she said “By the way you always look so sexy in your stocking feet.”

After she left I rinsed the glasses and went to bed. I was aroused because Diane is a very attractive woman who may well enjoy my fetish of stocking feet. There was no way that I was going to be able to sleep without satisfying myself. With my panties still on I began rubbing my clitoris. Getting wetter I slid my panties to the side and began to probe my vagina with my fingers while my thumb massaged my clitoris and my other hand played with my nipples. Satisfaction was achieved multiple times but not to the degree that I wanted. I reached into my nightstand and found my favorite toy. Thinking of Diane padding about my home in her stocking feet I inserted it deep inside me thrusting it faster and faster with each insertion all the while rubbing my now very swollen and erect clitoris. Finally I achieved what I had been seeking. Emitting a long and loud moan my juices flowed in a torrent from my vagina. I fell asleep wondering what Diane would do.