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Testing the limits of sexual honesty: wife watches and directs as husband fucks a lesbian friend.
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My name is Lynn and I'm 32 years old. My husband Adam and I have been married ten years. Adam is 34, and in the eleven years we've known each other we've never had an argument, or even a harsh word. Some people we know think that's unhealthy, or that we're lying. But it's true. We both believe in being honest with one another and so we keep very, very few secrets. When, on the extremely rare occasion one of us catches the other hiding something, or lying, the plaintiff develops a bedroom procedure to deal with it. You might think that such a matrimonial discipline system could be an incentive to break the rules, but it actually doesn't.
We're still deeply in love, and while we don't have sex every day the way we did in our first few months together, the improvement in the quality of our sex has far outpaced any decline in frequency.
We know most of each other's sexual fantasies and fetishes and use them to turn each other on. Each of us has fewer sexual hang-ups now than we did at the beginning of our relationship. It's not that we had so many that either of us was horrible in bed. It's more that the process of eliminating our respective hang-ups has been liberating. We certainly don't act on every fantasy that either of us has because we believe that some are better left in the imagination.
I likely had the most sexual hang-ups. It took a few years for me to get the courage to show Adam the kind of sexual pervert that I really am. The fact that I use the word pervert is a clue that I still have a few insecurities. That said, being accepted and loved by my husband in spite of, or maybe because of, my perceived perversities is exciting and endearing.
Adam has been my beacon. The more open I became, the closer we became. The more open he became, the closer we became. Our relationship and our sex has evolved, and gotten better. Mind you, we have plenty of plain vanilla sex. It's like comfort food. Sometimes a plate of macaroni and cheese is the best meal in the world. Sometimes a simple missionary hump is all we need to soothe the horny beast.
I think that one of the secrets to a good sex is talk about sex. Adam and I talk about sex often. We also like to read erotic stories and share our favourites with one another. We have jumped into bed more than once after one of us describes the part or idea of a story that has turned us on. Occasionally we'll watch porn together and talk about what we find most exciting. Maybe more unusually, we sometimes talk about sex with a couple of our close friends. We're not driven by the desire to Swing or to have group sex, or anything like that. We find that open conversations about sex with friends helps to nurture that part of our brains. It helps to reassure us that our sexual thoughts and behaviours are simply a part of the natural order of things.
The friends I'm referring to are a lesbian couple, of all things. We can get quite honest about our sexual interests. We certainly don't get into conversations about sex every time we get together but if the topic comes up, we all embrace it. This is a story about how honesty and a sexual conversation with our friends led me to follow my imagination to the edge of destroying a relationship. If anything, it is a cautionary tale. And it came about, indirectly, because of a conversation Adam and I had with our friends and neighbors Josie and Donna.
Josie is 36 years old and is one of the lesbian couple I mentioned. She lives in our condominium building with her partner Donna. Like Adam and I, they've been together for ten years.
I met Josie at a neighborhood Yoga class about three years ago. We had seen each other in our building for a few years but it wasn't until I signed up for a Yoga class she had been attending that we became friends. We're both fitness addicts. Besides the weekly Yoga class, we both do a 50 minute Spinning class twice a week. We go to different gyms but each of us works out with weights once a week too. We're very fit and feel sexy because of it.
I'm 5'4" tall and 120 pounds. I have what some people call a dancer's ass - significant, round, and firm. I don't want to look muscular but you can tell from my biceps and shoulders that I work out. I've got a D cup size, which is larger than I'd like, but that's what seems to get people's attention first. Josie likes to joke that she recognized me by my rack before she could remember my face.
I want to be clear that this is not a story about lesbians. I had one brief relationship with a woman before I met Adam and while I can still get turned on by thoughts of having sex with a woman, I really do prefer men. Adam knows that and he plays with that side of me sometimes to get me off.
Sometimes when he's fucking me from behind we'll pretend that there is a woman on the bed, her legs spread in front of me, and he will tell me what to do with her pussy. It works best for me if we've just watched a porn movie with a male, female, female threesome and the woman I'm pretending to eat is one of the women in the film. Maybe that makes me bisexual, even if it's such a small part of my life that it's almost not there.
Josie is a very beautiful woman. In lesbian terms, she's a femme. Some lesbians have lesbian written all over them. Not Josie. At 5'1" and 110 pounds, she's petite even compared to me. And she's stunning. She has an A size cup but her ass and thighs larger than mine. I sometimes jokingly call her 'buoy' because of the resemblance between her body shape and those marine warning devices. I also get a chuckle at the homophone.
Josie's partner Donna is more obviously a lesbian. At 6'2", she's more than a foot taller than Josie. Donna isn't trim like Josie. She must weigh 200 pounds. She's plays ice hockey in winter and floor hockey in summer but she's not into going to the gym. They're a great couple. Josie is a bit of an introvert and Donna is the quintessential extrovert. They work well together. I think their relationship is similar to the one that Adam and I have. I'm the extrovert and Adam is an introvert.
I invited them to our place for dinner about three years ago and we had such a great time that we made it a regular thing. We now eat at our place or their place about once a month. Sometimes it's just Josie because Donna travels for work a lot.
At the beginning Adam was a little uncertain about Josie and Donna. He had never had any experience with lesbians as friends. But he's curious about everything. He is a documentary film maker and a very good one at that. Donna is the VP of Human Resources for a bank and Josie is a professor of art history. I'm a computer engineer for a software design company. When conversation starts it flows easily. It seemed from that first evening together that we were all destined to be friends. Adam jokes that it's because we all like pussy. Donna likes his quirky sense of humour so the winds of friendship were blowing in our favour. It also may help that we all like to smoke pot. None of us drink much, and grass is our only major vice.
There is a game called Truth or Dare that we play occasionally that led us to revealing some of our sexual secrets. Donna is always the one to start the game. In fact, she introduced us to it. We rotate clockwise around the group asking a selected person to answer an embarrassing question (truth) or to perform some embarrassing task (dare). It's almost always about the truth questions. There are rarely any dares.
