Bi and Bi (1)

Bi and Bi (1)

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Bi-curious I believe the word to be .. why do I get so turned on looking at the models in my husband's regular coupies of Playboy ???

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Bi-curious I believe the word to be .. why do I get so turned on looking at the models in my husband's regular coupies of Playboy ???

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Submitted: July 08, 2012

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Image_204(1).JPGBi-curious I guess the word is ... my husband and I had discussed it once or twice, being with a partner of the same sex, either alone or as a threesome with either one of us along for support.

I'd seen Jan around the office two or three times, she'd been transferred temporarily from another branch because of some staff shortages.

A little taller than me, medium fair hair, slender figure but with breasts that Playboy photographers could only dream of and I confess that my gaze may have lingered a second or two too long in her direction on one occasion ...

... in fact, Playboy was the start of the whole affair. Brian continued his subscription after we married; I didn't mind, it was harmless fun and I liked reading through it and, well, admiring some of the photo shoots ... liking them perhaps a little too much, each time I found myself getting wet and aroused wondering what it would be like.

What she would do to me ... fingers and tongues, that I'd experienced many times before with my husband and earlier with others, some sensational, many not so, but my real curiosity was what if would feel like doing the same things to HER.

How she would taste, how she would smell, the feel of her lips in my lips, even the sight of her pink little clitoris swelling as I move my mouth towards it ... well, I think you can see why it gets me horny, so much so that my husband can't wait for the monthly delivery because he knows there's a special delivery of another kind waiting for him.

Jan actually worked in the same department as Brian and he had told me that a few of the guys there had hit on Jan but to no avail, and I guess I was shocked when I popped out for lunch one day and saw my husband and Jan slipping into a little bistro just down the road.

I've always trusted him completely and guessed that if he was tempted by an extra-marital fling, he wouldn’t be silly enough to try it with someone from the office, especially with someone who had apparently knocked back others with the same intentions.

I confronted him as soon as I got home that night and he was perfectly open about it all and I got quite a shock when he told me straight out. No, Jan wasn't after his body, she wanted mine!

The shock quickly turned to a wicked thrill as he told me that Jan thought I had eyed her off a couple of times and that she been turned on by it, she wasn't a lesbian, she had a fiancée and wasn't interested in the offers of a quick office fling, but she was, well, just curious.

Brian could see I was a little flushed and excited, both emotionally and sexually, and he took me in his arms and whispered that it would be all right if I wanted too, that he'd understand and that he would love me all the more for it if I pursued something that had yet to come quite to the surface.

Of course I didn't have any real idea as how things would progress, I couldn't bring myself to just walk up to her and ask her, but I knew she wanted it, I wanted it, and somewhere deep down inside, I suspected Brian was excited by the prospect.

Oh, God! I thought. If the impossible happened, would he be there watching or would it just be the two of us? ...

Well, the mechanics of it all turned out to be quite simple, although I couldn't say innocent!

Somehow Brian discovered that Jan had an interest in sailing, much the same as he has. We're not exactly in the ocean yacht class financially, but he had crewed for others in half-or-dozen races of some importance and had built up a collection of videos over the years including some classics from forty of fifty years ago and it seemed the most natural thing in the world for him to invite Jan around one Sunday afternoon to go through them ...

... It was arranged for three o'çlock. "Just go with the flow", I kept telling myself; although I secretly kept hoping against hope that it would happen.

It was very warm day when Jan arrived wearing shorts and a t-shirt, I had slipped on a light cotton dress, and I confess, my briefest underwear and I could immediately see that she wasn't wearing a bra and I was somewhat kicking myself for wearing one myself given my breasts aren't really big enough to really warrant one for short periods of time ...

I could see Brian was certainly well aware of her as her nipples as they sorted through the cabinet searching for videos on interest, I couldn't help but notice that he had left three copies of Playboy on the coffee table.

Although the scene was sort-of set, I still couldn't see how things would progress until the phone suddenly rang - an emergency in the office, Brian had to head off a couple of hours, and would Jan and I be OK by ourselves for a couple of hours.

Sure, I said, a little huskily as he kissed the back of my neck and gave my right breast a suggestive squeeze for just long enough for Jan to see ...


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