Finding Myself Pt 07

A word from Jayne.

This is probably the last in the series that I hope you've enjoyed.

I have given some thought to taking the story on to what happened with Amanda and Chrissy, but am undecided whether I should or not. Any suggestions?

Love,

Jayne x

"I've found someone," was the bombshell that Kevin, my husband, greeted me with almost as soon as he got out of the cab after flying home from yet another trip to the Far East. "She's an Aussie and a bit butch, well a little manly I suppose, but she's got a great figure and a smashing personality, I'm sure you'll like her," he gushed as he came into the house.

"Who is she then?" I asked feeling worried especially after he told me she was a full-on lesbian. My worry wasn't from realising that I might have to actually fulfil the agreement we'd reached ages ago about me having sex with another woman whilst he watched no, it was more because I was worried that I wouldn't be able to hide, certainly from her and maybe him as well, that I wasn't the inexperienced, woman lover I put myself out to be. Although for most of the twenty plus years we'd been married I'd been almost totally faithful to him with both men and women, that had changed when he'd plagued me with his request to see me with another woman He'd first asked me that over five years ago and had it repeated every few months since then. It was only since I'd agreed to go with one, as long as he found them, that things had changed, and boy how had they!

The pillow talk we'd had after sex when he'd brought up the subject had triggered something in me. It rekindled my interest in women, particularly as he insisted on me going into deep detail about the girls I'd had sex with at uni and during the year or so when I Iived in the US in my early twenties after leaving university. But it did more than just rekindle my interest for since then I'd had flings with three women. Two of those were around my age, with one of them being a lesbian, whilst the other one, my third and latest lover, a stunning beauty of twenty-five, were both very bi, just as I had thought I am.

"As I said," Kevin went on throwing his case on a chair for me to unpack and wash and iron and get his clothing cleaned, "She's an Aussie."

"How do you know her?"

"She works for the company we're buying in Singapore, she's a bloody good tech."

"Tech? You mean computers?"

"Yes IT, telecoms, phones, videos and all that BS."

"So how do you know she's up for it?" I asked suspecting that she was one of his 'bits on the side' as I thought of the, what was now, a myriad of women that I'd suspected he was having flings with.

"Total coincidence actually. She's coming to our London office to work on some exchange of tech and I said that she'd have to meet you," he said without batting an eyelid at what I thought was probably something he'd said to her in bed.

"Why say that?"

"Not sure but you know what it's like chatting to a near stranger?"

"So how did a 'near stranger having to meet me' become someone for her to sleep with?"

"Not sure really, but she'd been part of the seller's negotiating team so we'd spent lots of time together and it was known and she acknowledged that she was a lesbian, which she did nothing to hide. Then at a company management get together party sort of thing celebrating the signing of the deal a few days later we got talking and after I'd told her how beautiful you are she'd giggled, "Then you'd better be careful I don't steal her from you," and it just went from there."

He told me that she would be arriving in a few days' time and that he wanted us to do it before he went off on yet another trip, this time to LA. After we'd had sex early in the evening because as he put it, "My body clock is well into sextime," we had our usual pillow talk that inevitably revolved around Christy and how much he was looking forward to it.

"But I told you, I need to feel an attraction, I'm not like a man who can fuck anything," I said almost adding, 'like you,' but thought better of it.

"Don't worry, you'll meet her soon at the company presentation about the new acquisition and if you hit it off you could offer to show her the flat couldn't you?"

"What, by myself without you?"

"Yeah, why not, scared she'll seduce you?"

"Don't be silly," I replied sharply lying as that was exactly what I was thinking as well as recalling the wonderful times I'd had in the flat with Jessy.

Really, to my surprise when I got chatting to her at the company party, I not only got on pretty well with her, but also I liked her and felt an almost immediate sexual attraction to her. In part, I realised, that was due to the fact that Kevin had put me up to her as a potential lover so when she looked at me I knew that she was sizing me up sexually, but also I found myself quite fancying her. Although that had happened a few times in the last couple of years it was by no means a frequent occurrence and I considered myself to be very choosy with my crushes.

Although not quite sure just what Kevin had said to her, as he's an inveterate liar, he'd told me that he'd broached the subject of us getting it on together. After numerous questioning sessions he admitted to me that he'd told her basically the truth and that I'd been active with women years ago and that he wanted to see me with another woman. I managed to wangle that out of him before the function at the Savoy so meeting and chatting to her really was a unique situation for me. Mainly because of that, it was quite spooky chatting to her, an overt, lesbian, knowing that my husband had offered me to her and asked if she'd have sex with me as he watched. It was clear to me that she was amused both by the situation and me, particularly my breasts as her eyes hardly left them. It was similar to being chatted up by a man and I began to see why Kev had called her manly. That wasn't restricted to how she ogled me, but also included how she walked and talked both of which were faster than most women. Almost all the time we chatted she had a slight, knowing smile on her lips and although nothing was said about our date, the atmosphere between us was heavily sexually ladened.

The next evening when he arrived home for the shepherd's pie dinner I'd prepared and t was cooking slowly in the oven, I told him that there was an attraction.

"So it's on is it?" he said taking me into his arms, grabbing my bum and rather unceremoniously running his hand up my shortish, loose skirt and along my bare legs that I almost automatically opened to let his hand go between them. He easily found what he was after by pushing my panties aside and as my shepherd's pie overcooked in the oven he fingered me and pushed his erection against the front of my leg. My hand instinctively grasped his cock and as he pumped his finger up and down inside me so I rubbed it. That really was a bit of a mistake because, without much stimulation he started to hump my hand and, before I could stop him he was spurting onto my bare leg, skirt and panties.

"If you insist," I replied as we both went off to clean up, me in the marital bedroom en-suite he into the guest bathroom. After that, we ate the slightly over cooked shepherd's pie as we discussed Christina or Christy as he called her and Chris as she had called herself when we'd chatted at the reception. Feigning a reluctance, which I didn't really feel about the idea, other than my fear of showing out to my husband that my abilities with women were far from out of date, I agreed to his suggestions that we invite her to dinner the coming Saturday before he flew off to California the following week. As we discussed it over the next couple of days, I hopefully maintained my efforts at sounding reluctant and nervous about having sex with her as he watched. I had to work hard at the reluctance bit but the latter emotion was easy as I really was nervous not just because she was a stranger and a lesbian, but also because I might enjoy it a little too much and show that to both of them, particularly to Kevin.

Since he'd become more and more intense and annoying about me having sex with a woman as he watched, not only had our marriage gone even more tits up, but also I had been with three women and was also currently in the throes of having my fourth affair, a return to Amanda. After Kevin had inadvertently rekindled my bi side by making me tell him in detail about my 'womanising' at uni, she'd been my first. We'd had a shortish, three month or so, affair that had just run out of steam due to her demands and sexual needs being more stringent than mine and so she went for pastures new and I reverted to being a faithful wife, albeit now one with an increasingly bisexual outlook. And, of course that led me into the second affair, or fling, with Lindsay, a hair stylist I used when Kevin and I temporarily moved into our Docklands flat when we had underfloor heating installed in our house in NE London. My fling with her was very enjoyable as we were about the same age and outlook, although she was no longer married.

However, that also fizzled out as merging hair appointments with sexual sessions was complicated and buggered up her appointment schedule and income! That had led me onto Jessy who was a stunning young advertising trainee who I worked with when I helped out at a friend's ad agency and, quite simply, we fell in love. With Kevin travelling so much and ignoring my needs I turned my affections and sexual appetite towards this twenty-five-year-old beauty and for a near idyllic six months or so we lived as near as we could a lesbian lifestyle. But, as I have come to realise, large age gaps and a relationship based almost solely on sex are not ideal bedfellows for a love affair and we parted leaving me as good as sexless and certainly affectionless as Kevin was 'getting his oats' elsewhere on his travels and that led me back to Amanda. When we met again at another golf day and she gave me a lift home, I was putty in her hands and we had sex in her car which resurrected our affair that was still going on as I prepared myself for my evening with Chris.

"Are you hoping to join in?" I asked him for the umpteenth time.

"No, not unless you both want me to and given that she's a died in the wool lesbo I doubt she'd appreciate me shoving my dick into her hand or anywhere else come to that," he grinned as we undressed for bed on the Friday night. Not unexpectedly, as the thought of tomorrow and almost any pillow chat we had about me and other women got him going, he wanted sex. Although our marriage was really going tits up and deep down we both knew it, although we never discussed that despite almost continuously arguing when we told each other to fuck off, our sex was still pretty good. So, after bringing me off a couple of times with his mouth and fingers, I gave him a long and loving blow job. I'm not at all sure how my enjoyment of giving those fits in with my clear, though lengthily dormant bisexuality and my growing conviction that I was becoming a lesbian, but I do put my heart and soul or, more accurately, my mouth and tongue into orally loving my husband. I sometimes feel that with my burgeoning lesbianism that I should become a penis hater and all that goes with it, but I just can't and I admit readily to myself to being a cock lover. And to top it all I nearly always, as I did the night before my date with Chrissy, swallow all my husband gives me.

I was hellishly nervous Saturday as I got ready for the evening's activities. I must have given consideration to at least five outfits before settling on what I would wear. I can usually visualise an evening's proceedings and then work out what to wear to suit them but I couldn't get my head around what would be appropriate for tonight. That I wanted to look good and desirable goes without saying but I couldn't decide whether that was mostly for my husband or my lesbian seducer? I knew from Kevin that she was a year older than me so, bitchily I wanted to look much younger than her and as young as I could and, obviously, I wanted to look desirable and sexy and, above all, very feminine. Being late summer I was quite well tanned particularly my legs, which I have been told are my best asset, but then I've also been told that my tits and ass are, so I decided to flaunt all three.

At last, around seven when she was arriving at eight, I settled on my outfit. Underwear was all white. A delicate, diaphanous Perla bra that hid nothing but gave me the modicum of support and uplift that my D going on DD cup boobs nowadays requires. Although almost ridiculously thin and flimsy for a hundred and twenty quid it did a good job of keeping my tits up and together and my nipples in check as they are prone to harden very easily recently with just the tiniest amount of sexual stimulation. The thong was equally brief and although it covered the landing strip of hairs that I had favoured over the last couple of years, it hid little at the front and left both cheeks totally bare at the back. On top, I chose to wear a pale blue and white patterned tank top that had narrow, spaghetti straps and was low cut at the neck and high at the waist so that I flashed loads of flesh including my stomach and belly button as it rode up whenever I stretched. A, rather ridiculously short for a woman of my age, blue denim mini skirt that ended some eight or nine inches above my knees and a pair of peep toe, strappy, four-inch heels rounded off my outfit that I felt achieved the objectives I'd set myself when lying in the bath earlier,

Chrissy arrived pretty much on time and she looked fabulous. She was wearing tight, black leather trousers with black heels, a white shirt with three buttons undone, which was really one too many as her deep cleavage was continuously on show, and a black waistcoat-like jacket. Her brunette hair, although cropped quite severely so that it was more like a man's cut, was beautifully coifed and had a lovely shine to it. She was wearing no makeup at all, not even a light lip gloss and overall I could see what Kev had meant when he said she was a bit manly, although although her figure was nicely rounded in the right places.

We both opted for white wine that Kevin poured and handed out nibbles acting as he told us as our waiter adding rather unnecessarily, "And your willing voyeur." Being still quite warm we took the drinks out onto the patio behind the house and chatted. The conversation came quite easily, but then Kevin is always good at that and he made sure there were no awkward silences. At first he steered the conversation to the presentation about the acquisition and then to the merger that would be finalised over the next few months and to life in Singapore. It turned out that Chris had lived in the Far East for the best part of twenty years after moving to Viet Nam when she married an American female GI who had been born there after the north v south war back in the sixties. They had moved onto Cambodia where they parted after which Chrissy relocated to Singapore some ten years ago. She'd worked her way up in the company that Kevin had just bought and was now a VP with responsibility for all communications and technical areas of the business.

Although I knew that I no longer loved him, I still admired the way he handled meetings and conversations and was impressed by how he quite quickly had me recounting to Chrissy in broad terms some of the adventures I'd had with women when I was much younger. It was quite a weird situation to be standing in my back garden with my husband, of sorts, and his lesbian employee talking about Melissa and some of the other women I had been with back then. Chrissy was polite and showed what seemed to be a genuine interest in how I had, as I'd put it, drifted into a girly set and had taken to it enthusiastically for several tears. I explained that when I met and fell in love with Kevin I had stopped anything to do with sex with others, including women, and lying quite blatantly I told her, "That I haven't been with a woman for over twenty years."

Smiling, as she finished her wine and handed the glass to Kevin for a refill, she said, "Don't worry love it's just like riding a bike," and pausing before adding, "In more ways than one, but it all comes back to you so quickly."

"Really?"

"Oh yes Jayne, I'll make sure it does."

Back inside the house just as it was getting dark and I was wondering how things were going to get going Chrissy stunned me by completely out of the blue saying as Kevin handed us another glass of wine, "So Jay how about me undressing you now, you haven't much to take off have you?" That shocked me so much that at first I couldn't think of what to say and Kevin stepped in and replied for me.

"Mmmmm Chrissy, what a good idea, here or upstairs?"

"Well boss, I guess that depends on where Jayne would like me to give her a massage doesn't it?" I heard her say as if from a distance so disoriented her comments had made me. I looked at Kevin for help but he was grinning broadly and pouring the wine and he ignored me as I saw that Chrissy's eyes were locked on mine and she raised her eyebrows in query so I stammered.

"I guess we should go upstairs," then, looking at Kevin for confirmation I rather weakly added, "Yes Kevin?"

"Mmmmm yes, it'll be lovely to see you both on our bed, let's go, okay Chris?"

Not bothering to reply verbally she slid her arm around mine and walked me towards the stairs. Kevin followed us as I led her towards our bedroom. Once inside she said, "Wow how lovely," as she looked around the large, almost twenty feet square room that we'd had extended when we had the underfloor heating installed. "And what a lovely big bed," she went on looking at Kevin and adding, "We don't have super king sizes in Singapore do we with the tiny apartments?" making me again suspect that they were having sex although he was quite nonplussed as he shut the door and perched himself on one of the two armchairs facing the bed as she said quietly, "Well Jay, are you okay, are you ready for our adventure?"

Although I still felt hellishly nervous and quite embarrassed I realised that was mainly because Kevin was there. Had he not have been there watching us, I would most certainly have felt the sort of excitement I had with Amanda, Lindsay and Jessy. Now, though, I was worried that I would let myself down and show that I was not the rusty bisexual that I had claimed to Kevin to be, "Yes Chris," I somehow managed to stammer as she moved closer to me and facing me took hold of both of my hands.

"Jayne, you are very beautiful and I am so looking forward to loving you," she said in a husky whisper before kissing me on both cheeks, moving her face away, looking deep into my eyes and then leaning her face forward and brushing her lips across mine. Rather ridiculously that shocked me and I initially recoiled but her lips followed mine and pressed against them more firmly as her tongue probed at them causing me to involuntarily open them. Then she kissed me fully and completely and boy was she good at it. Breaking after a short time she whispered, "Okay lovey?"

"Yes, yes Chrissy yes it's fine?" I told her glancing across at Kevin who was staring intently at us with a broad grin on his face, but saying nothing.

"Then my love, may I undress you now?" she asked sending an emotional thunderbolt through my mind as I visualised what she was going to do. There didn't seem to be a need for a reply so, glancing from her to Kevin and then back again I merely nodded as she rested her hands on my hips. Looking right into my eyes, although it felt as if she was looking straight through them and into my soul, she squeezed me gently and slid her hands around to the front where she flipped the press stud undone and took hold of the zip. Glancing from what her fingers were doing then up to meet my gaze and then back again, I could feel her slowly sliding the short zipper down and opening the front of the skirt a little way. I was surprised at that as I had assumed she'd take my top off first not the skirt but she wasn't finished with surprising me as she didn't pull the short skirt down. Instead, so embarrassingly in some ways but so erotically in others, she pulled the hem of it upwards, over the swell of my slight mumtum, past the flair of my hips and bunched it around my waist so that she revealed the tiny thong to her gaze, "Oh Jay, you naughty, naughty girl," she whispered as we both looked at Kevin whose eyes seemed like organ stops so intently was he staring at both of us, "Aren't you?"