Marital Escapades Part 10
Lots of stuff about my underwear and starting with Lisa.
Idle moments.
"Lay on your back," the slim, white woman said to the naked, voluptuous black girl as she slid her panties off.
The white girl lay on top of the black one and their mouths met and their lips squirmed together. They both had full breasts probably D or DD and all four became one mass of female flesh as they were pressed together. They kissed for some time before the black girl whispered. "Fuck me, please fuck me and make me cum."
It was watching that video on Pornhub that I understood just what lesbians do when they fuck each other.
Lisa and me.
I was as nervous as I could ever recall as I got ready to drive half-way to Cambridge, twenty-five miles or so to meet Lisa to play golf. We'd agreed to play in the morning and have lunch at a golf club mid-way between our homes. I fussed about what to wear changing my mind from trousers to shorts to a skort and then back again several times. I like to be reasonably colour coordinated, so each change of the lower body garment necessitated different golf tops. To cap everything about my dressing charade I found myself searching through my underwear drawers and selecting a set that Kevin calls 'underwear to be undressed in'; in his cruder moments he also often adds. 'And to be fucked in too.'
Naturally I suppose, as I was getting ready I thought about Pippa the saleswoman who had come onto me a week or so ago when I was buying a dress. That made me think more about this whole me with another woman fascination by Kevin. Up until recently I had experienced little sexuality issues. I had always regarded myself as being totally straight with no interest in women, just men. But now some slight, well if I am really honest with myself more than that, doubts were creeping into my psyche.
Incidences of how females together had become fairly mainstream seemed to leap out at me from books, films and TV programmes. I saw women clearly together romantically and sexually at the golf club and in bars and other places. Lesbianism, if that's what it really is, seemed to be common place. That, inevitably I suppose, began telling me that it was not such an outrageous and taboo thing as I had always believed. Such thoughts were with me on my drive to meet the woman who might well become my lesbian lover. The thought of that made a little shudder run through me which I wasn't sure was from nerves or excitement!
Lisa looked gorgeous in her Calvin Green outfit of tight, long trousers, a golf shirt that seemed to be moulded to her slim frame and a hip-length wet jacket that was not zipped up. As we pecked each other on the cheeks and I smelled her perfume I was reminded, for some reason, of the video I had watched the previous evening waiting for Kevin to come home.
I hadn't told him that I was seeing Lisa today as I would have felt silly if we had got nowhere if she wasn't up for anything. My plan was to, hopefully advance the situation with Lisa to the point that she agreed to visit us and then tell Kevin about it. He might well be a little annoyed that I had kept it from him but I knew he'd overcome that quickly when I told him about Lisa and what she and I had agreed.
Although a couple are together pretty much uninterrupted for around three hours when playing golf, detailed discussions are not easy as you keep parting to retrieve your balls or take your shots. I did manage, however, to broach the subject by asking if she'd had any further thoughts on coming to visit us.
"Is that what it would be Jayne?" she replied.
"What er, um what do you mean?" I stammered.
"You said me visiting us, meaning both of you?"
I got what she meant and that inadvertently I had implied it would be for sex with Kevin and me. Luckily, I had to take my shot and then she had to march on for another fifty yards or so where she had outdriven me so I had time to think.
"It doesn't have to be that," I told her as we strolled together towards the green that we had both reached in three shots.
"No, so what else could it be?"
"Oh God Lisa this is so difficult and complicated," I stammered just before missing my second putt.
Smiling after sinking hers she said. "Well love, pulling another woman is never going to be easy is it, especially if your husband wants to fuck her as well?"
That not only put me off my stride in the conversation but also put me completely off my game and I double bogeyed most of the back nine holes.
Later in the bar we both had soft drinks due to having to drive and as it was crowded our conversation was restricted and we couldn't discuss the reason we were there. It was the same at lunch so we left the clubhouse without having progressed the conversation any further. Standing in the car park feeling disappointed at the outcome I was relieved when she said. "Why don't you pop your clubs in your car and come and sit in mine for a chat."
"Look Jayne I have no idea whether I would fancy Kevin at all," she said after few minutes as she turned and faced me. I was sitting looking straight ahead but I turned my face and shoulders towards her as she continued. "But I do feel some chemistry between us, don't you?"
Looking into her eyes, I mumbled. "I don't really know what it is Lisa as I have no experience with women, but yes I feel er, comfortable with you."
Smiling she replied. "I know what you mean is there a difference between us getting on well, finding each other attractive and there being a sexual appeal?"
That really clicked with me. "Yes, that Lisa but also a feeling of disloyalty almost unfaithfulness to Kevin."
"Yes, that too," she told me putting her hand on my bare wrist and adding. "I was exactly the same with Martin, he was my husband. But I don't think the feelings are mutually exclusive Jayne."
"What do you mean?"
She laughed. "Actually, I am not sure what I bloodywell mean but it's something to do with having your cake and eating it."
"You mean I could have both?"
"If you want both yes but I get the impression you don't'."
"Don't want what?"
"Well not to put too fine a point on it Jayne, a fling with me and a show for Kevin."
"Aren't they the same thing?"
"No not at all," she said quietly gently rubbing my arm midway between my wrist and elbow. "We could choose to go to a hotel now and fuck each other's brains out or I could rock up at your place next week and we do that for him or.......," she went on pausing as her fingers encircled my arm. "We both do that with him?"
"Oh I see what you mean?"
"Do you?"
"Well I think so?"
"Ok, let's find out, a hotel now or make an arrangement for me to come to your house?"
Recollections of Kevin and my underwear.
Ever since we had first become lovers even before we were married Kevin had shown an interest in my underwear. He seemed to have a fascination for it always asking what I was wearing and wanting to look at and see my bra and panties. I had never minded that and I felt flattered and aroused by his interest. Part of the reason for that was that I had a big thing for sexy underwear as well. It excited me to look through the garments in the underwear or, as some call it, intimate apparel, departments. And like most woman I liked being admired by my lover or, at first lovers, whether I be dressed, in underwear or naked.
Our mutual interest in what I wore under my clothes began after we had been going out, as we called it back then, for a year or so which was when I was in my mid-twenties and he was a couple of years older.
French knickers.
The first really significant moment that I can recall was after we'd been to a ball that finished at one and were back at the flat he shared with two other guys. I was wearing a high fronted, low backed, yellow dress and no bra. We were both slightly and pleasantly drunk and after some passionate kissing in the living room we made for the bedroom with Kevin on the way removing my dress by unzipping it, pulling it up and over my head. I was only wearing French knickers under the dress, no bra or tights or stockings. During the evening, I had enjoyed his body against mine and the way that his eyes had been drawn to my wobbling, bare tits under the thin material of the dress. Standing by the bed we kissed. He caressed me up and down my back, over and around both breasts' before he gripped the cheeks of my bum through the silk of my knickers.
It was the first time I had worn French knickers and even as he stared at them, I was asking myself just why I had bought them: lacy boy shorts and thongs were all the rage at the time. I had plenty of those so when I saw the French knickers on a stand in the lingerie department of Harrods I was intrigued. I was thinking the looseness around the top of the legs was so sexy and so convenient for an enquiring hand as I idly felt the gorgeous silk between my thumb and forefinger. I could just imagine the feeling of that on my tummy particularly as Kevin's hand sneaked inside. I knew there and then that I had to have them.
Whilst the knickers were quite full the waist band was of hipster level just about covering my pubic thatch as at the time I hadn't started shaving. Quite tight across my tummy they got looser further down so that around the groin they were sort of pleated and thus rather baggy. Although at the time I didn't own one I could vividly imagine them being worn with a suspender belt and long stockings. So, I splashed out the ridiculous amount for the white, silk French knickers, white lacy suspender belt and two pairs of stockings.
"Oh, that feels lovely," he whispered into my ear as he pressed his full erection against my silk covered tummy. I didn't know whether he meant on his hands or cock, but I didn't ask or care come to that for it felt lovely to me too.
He laid me on his bed.
"Come on then," I groaned as the need for satisfying the strong want became almost unbearable.
"What baby, what do you want?" he asked his hand inside my knickers at the back his finger fiddling inside the crease of my bum.
Kevin had introduced me to anal sex. Until him I had mainly been with boys, well they seemed like boys, not like him who was very much a man. His was the first finger that had penetrated my tight little bum hole. His was the first tongue that had licked me there and the first that had pushed the tip slightly inside me. And his was the first cock that had slid inside it. Yes, he was the first man to fuck me up my ass.
"I need it love, I want you," I replied as he pressed his finger right against the puckered, brownish skin surrounding my anal opening.
