I had never been with another woman. I'd be lying to myself if I said I had never thought about it. When he approached me with the idea, I entertained it playfully hoping to get an arousal from him. I never expected to have the best sex of my life that night. The thought of bisexual sex between two women brought him to his highest peak of arousal and I of course benefited from this climactical performance. Laying there in the afterglow of good sex, smoking a cigarette, while he played with my hair...daydreaming of the scenes he must have created in his twisted little perverted mind. I was beginning to get turned on all over again.
Never in the time I had known him had I ever seen him this hot for me, animalistic, pure uninhibited and oh so so kinky. I could not help but wonder how much more intense it could be if I truly agreed to have sex with another woman for him, with him. I mean this time it was only a fantasy, something we talked about before splashing into each others orgasmic imaginations, but what if...what if I truly did it? Could I? Could I actually bring myself to pleasure and be pleasured by a woman?
I pondered the thought for weeks, staring and wondering about every woman I passed in the street...testing myself to see if I could be attracted to them sexually. After weeks of driving myself insane with the thoughts I decided it forget it and continue this fantasy game he and I played so well together. There was no reason to ruin a good thing, after all... I wasn't even sure he would go through with it himself.
Work was becoming a nightmare, the stress and frustration in the office was rapidly climbing like the mercury in a thermometer ready to burst. I decided to take a mental health vacation and go away for 3 days by myself. I had always wanted to visit Maine...picturing a nice little Bed and Breakfast on a lake would be great, peaceful...serene. I left on Thursday, driving 9 hours alone listening to the radio and trying to keep my head clear of all exasperating issues. I arrived at 10 PM at the Bed & Breakfast and seemed to be the only car in the lot. I walked into the lobby where this tall attractive middle aged woman was waiting for me with a smile. She looked warm and friendly and greeted me by my first name. I smiled back and asked her if I was the only guest that evening.
She explained it was a slow season and that I could I have my choice of rooms and she lived there herself so if I wanted company she'd always be around. I thanked her and she gave me the key to the room I chose on the 3rd floor. After I made myself at home in my room, unpacking the few things I brought with me I strolled downstairs to see what the rest of the place was like. I found the woman, sitting in a room with a fireplace, a few couches and a coffee table. She was alone, sipping a Brandy, staring into the fire. She heard me walk in and asked if I'd like to join her. I apologized for forgetting her name and accepted her invitation.
"Diane, " she said as she gave me that warm smile again. I had never met a woman quite like her. It was not something to be explained at the time, but her demeanor was intriguing me immensely. Diane and I talked for hours that night, sharing our inner most thoughts. I told her about him and his fantasies, and how I was beginning to think they may have somehow became my own. It was almost as if she knew exactly what I was thinking, she practically began finishing my sentences for me. Our auras that night began to meld, and I knew for some reason this weekend would not be the last time I saw this woman.
The next day, I woke up and went downstairs for breakfast. Diane had made a beautiful omelet with all sorts of side dishes. I laughed and said I wasn't much of a breakfast eater and I grabbed a home made muffin and strolled out on the deck over looking the lake. I felt her presence behind me and we both stood there in silence. Diane spoke after a few minutes...but only said two words...two words that I will never forget as long as I live, "CALL HIM."
I knew exactly what she was thinking, and I turned around to face her and she was gone. I didn't see her the rest of the day till late in the evening where I found her in that parlor room again. It was as if she knew I was coming, there were 2 glasses of brandy sitting on the coffee table. As I walked in the room she didn't look at me, but began talking immediately. "You want to try this, I know you do, have him come up here tomorrow and I will help you fulfill this desire." I sat beside her, and took a swig of the brandy she had poured for me. I looked at her and told her my fears. I had never been with a woman before, I don't know what to do, what he expects, how to do it. She assured me it would be new to all 3 of us, and that the newness would make it all that more exciting.
I found myself becoming more and more turned on by the idea, getting anxious, excited and asked her to come to my room while I called him. She followed me up the stairs and sat next to me on the bed while I talked to him on the phone. He had no idea what I had planned, but as I was talking to him he said he heard the seductive tone in my voice and knew it would be worth the trip. I felt Diane's hand on my knee as I was saying good-bye to him, I must have paused because he asked me if I was OK then asked if I was alone. I replied yes to both and took a deep breath as her hand slipped between my thighs. I hung up the phone and looked at her with anticipation. She suggested a trial run before he got there, maybe it would make us both more comfortable, after all it was HIS fantasy we were fulfilling, we'd want to get it right wouldn't we? But of course.
I didn't find myself sexually attracted to Diane, I wasn't sure if that would ever be possible. But the idea of experiencing something so different and "taboo" was the turn on for me. That and the look on his face and the raging hard-on it would create drove me wild. Diane was very comfortable talking about sex with me, which in turn made me comfortable exploring and asking questions. This seemed to be more of a lesson than a sexual encounter with her. She undressed and I couldn't help staring at her perfect body. Her breasts were so perfect and her nipples stood straight out. She pulled off her jeans and as she began pulling off her panties she looked up at me and started laughing... "What are you doing??? Get undressed already!"
I started laughing too and just tore off my clothes and jumped on the bed. I felt like a 12 year old at a sleepover with my best friend, this was gonna be fun. We talked each other through everything, I felt so at home with her, no inhibitions whatsoever. I laid there on my back while she kissed every inch of my body. The moans and noises coming from my mouth did not sound like the ME i knew, I was finding a new person inside of me. I kept the thought of him standing there rubbing his cock in my head as she began to lick me...I felt my clit beginning to swell as my juices started flowing. I can see her getting turned on as she began to grind herself against the bed. I thought it would be the perfect time to return the favor.