If you have not already read Part1, it will make far more sense if you do so before reading this.
CHLOE
I had never thought about a relationship with another woman since my final years at college, when an older girl, who fancied me, taught me that there was a lot more to sex than producing children. She had gradually introduced me to the many ways that a woman can be brought to orgasm, all very different to the clumsy efforts of the boys who had tried to get into my knickers. In particular, she demonstrated that for a woman, a five minute wham, bam, thank you Ma'am, was not the ideal way to get a second bite of the cherry, or even the first!
College ended and we went our separate ways.
I eventually found a man who was not only attractive, but actually understood how to pleasure a woman. We married, more for the sake of our parents than the need for a piece of paper. Neither of us particularly wanted to start a family, so we were able to explore our sexual likes and dislikes without having to hide our activities from children. John, my husband was pretty imaginative and adventurous, introducing me to being tied up and later spanked, both of which I found turned me on.
In return, John asked me to do the same things to him. As he put it, why should he have to do all the thinking and work.
I was happy to do so and our games became more intense and sophisticated to the point where we converted a spare bedroom into a play area where we could use the many toys and equipment that we had accumulated.
After ten years of our marriage, the excitement had inevitably worn off. John had become less and less interested in taking the initiative, which also spilled over into other aspects of our life. I was not happy.
That was when I met Zoe.
From the very first time we spoke, it became apparent to me, that there was potentially more than just friendship between us, but not nearly as much as I discovered on the day I invited to my home.
I had hoped that we would possibly kiss, cuddle and perhaps a little more. When she revealed her whipped tits to me, I was at first shocked, but it quickly became obvious that this was the perfect moment to let her know that I was in a similar situation to her. Without much more thought, I took her up to our playroom, where it was her turn to be shocked at the array of bondage and discipline items in full view.
I decided that this was not the time to explore our new found secrets any further, but took advantage of the opportunity to play with her body under the guise of treating her sore tits. This brought about an unexpected, but very welcome reaction, which confirmed that we were more than compatible with each other. Monday would be the moment of truth!
Monday lunch time came around. Zoe was already at a table and as I joined her, she gave me a peck on the cheek saying, "Don't be shy about Friday, everything's OK, or at least, I hope so."
I replied that I had been a little nervous about our next meeting -- unfounded as it turned out - "Where do we go from here?"
That was the question that haunted us for the next few months. The answer should have been simple, 2 very compatible people in unhappy marriages with no children, what's the problem? As usual MONEY. Although we both had reasonably well-paid jobs, the cost of setting up home together in the way we wanted, was out of reach. The only solution seemed to be for both of us to sell our jointly owned properties, releasing our share of the equity that had accumulated. BUT, that would require the co-operation of our husbands, which was unlikely and at best could take a long time.
So our relationship continued in a very frustrating way. We managed to spend some weekends together at hotels -- great for kisses and cuddles - but totally unsuitable for anything but the mildest BDSM activities. On that front, we managed to arrange a few afternoons, about once a fortnight, which we spent in my playroom. On one of these occasions, we were busted. My husband, John had come home unexpectedly!! I immediately decided that the best thing was to take the initiative and called for him to come upstairs.
When he arrived at the playroom, Zoe was in the process of securing cuffs to my wrists and ankles The fact that they had a soft padded lining was a signal that my restraint was going to be lengthy and very rigorous.
