All people in this story are at least 18 years of age.
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My wife Tina was a virgin when we met. Since then, she's become quite the little sexual dynamo.
One night, I put one of the pornos we'd rented in the player and we cuddled on our sleeper sofa to watch. I was wearing boxers; Tina was wearing a pair of sheer panties and one of my old XXL-sized T-shirts. I'd lost a lot of weight over the past few years. The shirts were big on me before; with the weight loss, they were huge on me. I didn't wear them at all anymore. On Tina's much smaller body, they reached halfway down her upper legs. But she liked wearing them around the apartment, so I gave them to her.
The first scene was instantly forgettable: an anal featuring a listless bleached blonde who told the guy she was (barely) performing with she'd never done anal before. The camerawork was terrible, too. I skipped to the second scene: a really hot girl/girl scene between a tall blonde MILF-ish-looking woman and a younger shorter woman whose hair color nearly matched Tina's dark auburn shade. From the back, with her face buried in the other girl's pussy, I thought she could've probably passed for Tina herself save the tattoos on her lower back and her hip. Tina became immediately excited. Really excited. Early on in our marriage, I noticed that Tina seemed to enjoy girl/girl scenes.
While watching the ladies pleasure each other on the flatscreen, Tina's breathing became heavy.
"God, those two are so hot!" she said almost absentmindedly.
I looked at her. She was flushed. A sure sign she was getting mightily turned on. I lifted up the front of her shirt. Her panties were soaked. I rubbed the wet spot and she moaned.
"Damn!" I said. "This stuff sure turns you on."
"Uh-huh..." She reached over and and felt my hardening cock.
"And I'm not the only one either," she giggled, playfully drawing our the last word.
I moved down and she straddled my lap and pulled off her tee-shirt, exposing the perkiest, prettiest breasts in the city. As a small breast man, I had to take them. She moaned as I squeezed and licked them. I glided my tongue down her stomach, carefully avoiding her new naval piercing, and down to her sopping wet panties. I pulled them off and sucked as much of her nectar as I could. She roughly pulled off my boxers. After a hot sixty-nine, Tina reached into the drawer of the table next to the bed and brought out a condom and put it on me since we'd decided to wait until the following year to try for a baby. She straddled me again and my cock easily slipped into her practically dripping pussy. After about twenty minutes of her riding me cowgirl we came together.
After a few moments, Tina said. "Um, George, can I let you in on a secret?"
"Sure," I said, hitting the stop button on the DVD remote. It was getting boring anyway. I wasn't expecting Citizen Kane, but the next scene was probably worse than the first one for the sheer lack of passion.
"I've had a fantasy about..." Tina hesitated.
"About what, Tina?" I urged her to continue, fully knowing what she was going to say. But I wanted her to say it.
"I've fantasized about being with another girl," she said sheepishly.
"Oh?" I said, unsurprised.
"You're not surprised?" Tina said surprised.
"I had a gut instinct," I fibbed sarcastically. "You ever...?"
She shook her head. "No. Oh, I kissed a girl once a while back. Valerie Christopher. Real cutie. We were standing there naked and I had the urge, so I asked her, 'Hey, Val, can I kiss you?' and she said yes and I just did it. Right on the lips. Then someone walked into the locker room. I saw her a couple of weeks ago. She's still hot."
"Valerie Christopher?" I mused. "I think I know that name from somewhere."
"Yeah. She gave us that big throw rug for our wedding," said Tina, pointing to it. "Remember she couldn't make it because a relative was having surgery?"
"Oh, yeah..." I said nodding, remembering. I'd never seen a picture of Valerie, but from Tina's description, she sounded like a beauty.
"So, uh, do you think about women a lot?" I asked.
"Well, not a lot. But sometimes I find myself checking out a beautiful girl," she said. She sat up suddenly. "Understand, I love you, George! I'm not wanting leave you and go completely lezbo. But I don't think I'd mind going all the way with a girl once just to see what it's like. You know what would be cool? You fucking me doggy while I go down on her."
I played out that scene in my mind and got harder. Unfortunately, we didn't know any women whom we knew were lesbian or bisexual.
However, about a month later, that all changed.
Tina was right about Valerie Christopher. While I was having lunch, she came into the restaurant where Tina worked one slow Tuesday afternoon with a shorter brunette woman. Tina called out to her and I turned around. Valerie was a beauty. The brown-eyed blonde was an athletic-looking 5'6" or 5'7" with angular features. While not voluptuous, she still had a good amount of curve to her.
Tina introduced me. Valerie introduced her friend as Monica.
"You know, Valerie. Tina was just talking about you a few nights ago," I said, only to get Tina's goat. I could see her stiffen noticeably out of the corner of my eye.
"Oh?" said Valerie.
"Yeah, she loves the throw rug," I said, thanking her for it.
A blushing Tina quickly ushered Valerie and Monica to their table. On her way to the back, she punched me in the arm lightly.
"You prick," she growled quietly through her teeth.
I grinned a little. Then nature called. I passed by Valerie's and Monica's table and saw they seemed to be getting awfully close. On the return trip, they were sitting just as close and acting more like lovers than friends.
Then an idea hit me. I decided I was going to look for a moment when Valerie was away from Monica and tell her about Tina's fantasy. Luckily, the opportunity presented itself soon afterward. After dining, Valerie went to the convenience store next door to buy gas. I didn't see Monica anywhere and assumed they had driven to the restaurant separately. I made an excuse that a headache was coming on and I was going to run to the convenience store next door for an aspirin. I walked into the store and pretended to be surprised Valerie was there.
"Oh, hi, Valerie," I said innocently.