Author's note: This is a lengthy story describing in detail the emotional and physical thrills created by the most exciting seduction, loving domination, and completely fulfilling bisexual experience of my life. With my husband's encouragement and my new lover's eroticism, passion, and toys, I enjoyed blissful, submissive intimacy like never before. I hope you enjoy the read, and I will appreciate your comments and email feedback.
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I have seriously contemplated writing this story for three years, and I finally decided to do it because I want to re-live the excitement, share it with others who have fantasized about a seemingly impossible liaison, and pay tribute to my lover's tantalizing seduction of me and complete fulfillment of my most delicious, submissive imaginings about sex with a dominant, loving woman.
I should say that the beginning and continuation of a 16-month affair with my ophthalmologist would not have happened without the encouragement of my wonderful husband, David, and the very pleasing, intimate experiences I previously shared with the only two women I have known as lovers. Before describing my physician's conquest of me, I want you to know how I became so desirous of it occurring.
For many of the reasons you have read and heard about elsewhere, David and I first became very selectively adventuresome in our marital sexuality after 11 years of pleasing but gradually decreasing excitement in our bedroom. The sexually revitalizing solution for us was a very exciting and intimately fulfilling two-year, exclusive, wife-swapping relationship with a married couple in our neighborhood, about which I have written in another story.
Prior to our swinging fun, I had been with only one other woman, my university suite mate, and it was an alcohol-induced, impromptu, and wonderful experience that was not repeated because the semester ended one week thereafter and she did not return to school. Nevertheless, she lit within me a persistent and strong desire for bisexual fun, which raged into a bonfire of passion with my female neighbor years later.
My husband embraced my blossoming bisexuality, both while watching me with the other wife during our group fun, and when I described all the details of my solo encounters with her. I easily and happily enjoyed her as much as I did her husband, who always pleasured me to the height of my desires during our swapping fun.
I have provided the aforementioned history as a preamble to aid your understanding of the origins of my present passion for a woman and my husband's acceptance and encouragement of it. Now, here are the details concerning this story.
My name is Susie, and I am 39 years old, 5 feet 4 inches tall, weigh 115 pounds, have shoulder-length auburn hair, blue eyes, 36C breasts, and I live in Texas. I stay very fit by being a soccer, dance, cheer, and otherwise all-purpose mom to my two teen-aged daughters. I am not a beauty queen, but I am pretty and my body is sufficiently shapely and toned to turn men's heads at the beach and on the tennis courts, which gives me both self-confidence and pleasure.
My husband, David, is 38 years old, 6 feet 2 inches tall, and gorgeous, but other than being a cheerleader for my bisexual fun, he was not involved in the intimacy I shared with my new, lady lover.
My eye doctor was a beautifully restored lady of 51 years who enjoyed great prominence in her ophthalmology specialty. Her treatment and surgical skills, elegance, sophistication, intellect, social graces, and professional comportment admirably distinguished her. I used the word "restored" because she had a complete body makeover, hoping to revitalize her husband's loss of interest in sexual intimacy. The change in her physical appearance was dramatically positive without leaving any obvious and undesirable "tells" that often result from cosmetic surgery. The many family photos in her practice offices clearly reveal that she was always beautiful, and the makeover simply removed obvious signs of her aging.
Her name is Mary, and she is about 5 feet 6 inches tall, weighs approximately 120 pounds, has green eyes, perfectly coiffed brown hair (colored, of course), flawless skin, perky breasts (34B?), wonderful, inward curves at her waist, a firm fanny, and slim, athletically-toned thighs and legs which she maintains through her serious cycling hobby. She is married to a cardiologist who offices in the same building with her, and her three children and two grandbabies are personifications of beauty and sweetness.
During my first appointment with her which occurred two years prior to the meeting described in this story, I felt a strong sexual attraction toward her. Over time and during two additional appointments, she stoked my sexual desire to the point of me telling David about my fantasies involving her, which he both enjoyed and encouraged. We reached the point of seriously wanting those fantasies to become real.
Increasingly, I got a clear sense that Mary was very fond of me. During our times together she manifested numerous signs of affection for me, including frequent touches to my arms and legs; deep, non-examination-related eye contact that communicated warmth; serious interests in my hobbies, exercise routine, and social activities; and non-intrusive inquiries about the quality of my home life.
I returned her touches, looks, and personal inquiries, and I soon felt that we were connecting on an emotional level that could lead to sharing much more time together than my periodic office visits. My hopeful intuition was that we both were politely and carefully looking for signs from each other that our relationship could blossom far beyond that of doctor-patient. Happily, I was right.
On a bright, sunny, Friday afternoon a year after we met, I was Mary's last appointment. I admit that when I dressed that day for a mid-afternoon lunch date with David, I was thinking about my appointment with Mary thereafter. I spent quality time fixing my hair, applying a minimum of makeup, brightening my lips with barely-red lipstick, and selecting my clothing to present a pleasing, feminine appearance that was also politely provocative.
I chose a lightweight, white, summer dress with a beautiful, floral pattern, very narrow shoulder straps, a low, scooped neckline, and a cute, thin tie at the waist which gathered the material to accentuate my feminine curves. Underneath, I picked a lacy, breast-enhancing, white bra that was cut low to enable a tantalizing exposure of my girls, and I complemented it with matching, lace panties. My toned and shapely legs were snugly highlighted by white, thigh-high stockings with lacy tops. For my accessories, I chose pearl earrings, a pearl pendant which invited visual attention to the top of my cleavage, the gold Omega watch David gave to me on our first anniversary, and black, four-inch heels. I felt like I had "dressed for sexcess."
When we met for lunch, David was thrilled by my appearance. After we were seated, our food orders taken, and we each finished a second glass of wine, he asked, "Did you dress today for Mary? Do you think something may happen between you and her?" I was not surprised by his questions because we had talked during sex the night before about me letting Mary have her way with me if ever the opportunity arose. His approval of the possibility was obvious in how hard he fucked me while telling me in very nasty language how much he would enjoy hearing about my real-life intimacy with her.
I replied to his inquiries with a hopeful smile, saying, "I dressed for you and for her, my love, and we'll see if she is interested."
When we were saying goodbye, David put me into my car and motioned for me to lower the window. I did, and he leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss. While my eyes were closed and his tongue danced with mine, I felt his hand beneath my dress and between my knees, sliding up my thigh to my panty-covered sex lips. He found the dampness he anticipated would result from our very softly spoken lunchtime conversation about Mary and me enjoying each other. He ceased our kiss, withdrew his hand, and said, "I love you. Enjoy your time with Mary."
When Mary entered the examination room where I was waiting for her, she greeted me with a big hug, which was the first full-body contact I had experienced with her. Moreover, she held me closely against her and for a few moments longer than is customary for a casual greeting. I felt our breasts press together and I inhaled her heavenly perfume. The tingle in my tummy encouraged my hope that magic might happen.
In the examining room with the door closed, which was customary for all her patient visits, we made small talk and she definitely leaned closer to me than ever before. Lost for words, I complimented her lovely appearance and beautiful fragrance, and she took my hand in both of hers and said, "Thank you very much Susie. You look great and I have been anxious to see you again." Her words were pleasing, but her eyes and hands communicated a much more personal message.
As we talked before my eye examination began, Mary rolled the stool she was sitting on from the small desk where she made notes in my file to the position in front of me where she would use the complicated scopes and lenses to look into my eyes. Before pulling the equipment between us, she touched my knee and said, "I love your stockings. They are perfect with your dress."
With a bravado that came from I know not where, I replied, "Oh, thank you," and then I pulled my dress high upon my thighs and continued, "I love the lacy tops. What do you think?" Instantly, my anxiety peaked, fearing I had made a terrible mistake of presumption, but I was wrong.
Mary made eye contact with me, perhaps to gauge if I was signaling her or just being silly. It became immediately apparent that she decided it was the former. She looked down at my exposed thighs and slowly slid her hand up my leg until her fingers found the lace. She again looked into my eyes while she lightly caressed my thigh and said, "I think they are beautiful, and so are you, Susie." To avoid creating an awkward moment, she lifted her hand, saying, "Let's get on with your exam, I want to be sure you can see like an eagle."
I was unsure of what she was thinking, so I adjusted myself in the big chair and pushed the hem of my dress down to its former position, thinking our first nearly intimate encounter was over. Again, I was wrong.
Mary told me to relax and to lean my head back so she could dilate my pupils. When she paused before she dispensed the drops, I saw her eyes looking downward at my chest. I knew that she was staring at my breasts, and that she very likely had a clear view of my lacy, low-cut bra. I was very excited by thinking that was her intent. When she looked up we made eye contact, and I hoped that she knew I saw her looking down the top of my dress.
After she put the drops in my eyes, I expected to go to the waiting room until my pupils had dilated, but when I began to get out of the chair, she said, "You are my last appointment and I have no one waiting on me, so you can stay here if you like and we can chat."
"Okay, I will like that," I replied, very pleased with the opportunity to have private, casual time with her.
